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sarahsmi13s · 7 months

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Just a Little Guidance

whumptober day 6: forced to hurt someone

pairing: tim bradford x reader (oc last name: blake)

characters: tim bradford, y/n blake, zoe andersen, jackson west, john nolan, lucy chen, thane riggs (oc villain)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, blood, fighting, stabbing, mentions of SA, being held captive, forced to hurt someone, forced to hurt partner, crying, quitting, if i missed anything please please please let me know

word count: ~1.8k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped

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summary:

You stood in front of Captain Andersen’s desk, hands shaking as you listened to her tell you about everything that would need to happen before you could return to duty.

Tonguing your split lip, you shook your head. Tears gathered in your eyes as you looked at your trembling, still blood stained, hands as your shield and gun rested in them

How could they let you back to work after everything that happened? Tim was still in the hospital, you got to leave after just a few days. But what you saw, what you and Tim experienced over those two weeks… you couldn’t trust yourself.

“I-I’m sorry Captain… but I can’t,” you said softly, your bruised and busted hands curling around the items in your them.

She tilted her head, “I’m not sure I understand.”

You sat your shield and gun on her desk, “I’m not coming back… I’m sorry… but I quit.”

Zoe nodded, giving you a sympathetic look as you avoided her eyes. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” You shook your head before she was even finished. “No, I’m sorry Captain… but I can’t. I’m quitting, I’ve made up my mind. I’m sorry.”

Without giving her a chance to reply, you turned on your heel and left.

You sat curled up in the hospital chair, just staring at Tim’s unconscious form laying there in the bed.

There were words stuck in your throat. It was like they were coming up sideways, choking you before coming up in broken fragments on your tongue.

What the hell could you say? Tim was laying in a hospital bed because of you. You had put him there. An apology just wouldn’t make that go away. Make what you did go away.

You sat in the uncomfortable chair, picking scabs and prodding at bruises as your mind replayed everything. Never giving you a chance to rest or forget what you did.

“I’m sorry, Tim… I’m so so sorry,” you sobbed, looking down at your blood covered hands.

“It’s okay, baby,” Tim winced at the way your hands tried to patch him up from the wounds you had put there that day. “You’re doing this to protect yourself and for us to survive. I’m not mad.”

You shook your head, “I should be stronger than this…”

“Thane is a fucking psycho, do not put this blame on yourself,” he grunted as he sat up. “Hey, look at me.” You sniffled and looked up, “I’m hurting you, Tim. I shouldn’t hurt you, under any circumstance… even this. I should have let him–”“Don’t say that, don’t you dare say that.”

“You were ready to take a bullet for me!”

“Because you don’t deserve to die!”“And you do?!”

You panted a little, “I shouldn’t be hurting you… I don’t want to hurt you.” He grabbed your hand, not caring about his own blood slicking up his hand. “I know that, and I can handle it. They’re coming, I know they are. I can hold out until then.”

“But what if I can’t?”

After that conversation it was eerie silence as you both tried to sleep.

It was hard for you to fall asleep. The copper scent of Tim’s blood on your hands made you sick to your stomach . The substance was sticky and drying to your skin. Thane wasn’t allowing you to wash your hands, letting Tim’s blood dry on your hands in layers.

And when you woke up the next day it was your turn.

You were simply a punching bag. Though Thane would call it a ‘boxing match’. If you won, the next day you wouldn’t have to hurt Tim and you both got a decent meal with fresh water.

But you couldn’t win.

You had gotten close the first few times. But Thane was an ex-Navy SEAL so he could take you down like it was nothing. And as time went on, you got weak. You didn’t have the energy to put up a decent fight and even give yourself hope. The only reason you still attempted was to keep Tim safe.

That night you sat on the floor with your head down and an arm clutching your side as your ribs ached.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. Tim grunted as he turned to look at you, “Why are you sorry?” You sniffled, “I can’t win…” “You’re not supposed to win. He just likes to give you hope…”

“I can’t keep doing this Timmy… hurting you, I can’t…”

“If you don’t-”

“Yeah, I know. But I’m not going to kill you… I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond and just got in your bed and tried to sleep.

The next morning, Thane woke you up with gentle caresses on your face.

“Time to wake up,” he said gently, pulling you up and to your feet. “C’mon we have a big day ahead of us.”

You whimpered as he pulled you over to a table, gun pressed to your lower back. “Pick your first weapon.”

You shake your head, tears spilling over, “No.”

Thane growled and pulled harshly on your hair, making you look up at him. “You pick or I do, I won’t tell you again.” The gun digs into your back, “And you won’t like what I pick.”

You gritted your teeth as he pulled your hair harder, “I’m done playing your game. Shoot me.”

“Y/N, it’s okay…” Tim said, but his words were breathy. “I-I can take it.”

“You hear that? He can take it,” Thane smirked before kissing your forehead. “Pick up the knife.”

“I said, no.”

He growled before slamming your face down on the table.

Tim looked away, jaw clenched as you cried out a little. You don’t blame him, you’d look away too.

This position hadn’t been unfamiliar.

Often after those boxing matches, Thane would use your weak state to release other frustrations.

So you just closed your eyes and braced yourself.

“Oh look at you,” he cooed, his hand rubbing your back. “Mmmm you’ve learned. But right now isn’t about us. It’s about you and Tim. So pick up the knife or I will fuck you as you look your boyfriend in the eyes. Pick. It. Up.”

“Pick up the knife, Y/N…”

“Okay! Okay…”

Thane smirked and pulled you back up to stand. “Good girl.”

Your hand shook as you wrapped your fingers around the blade’s handle. The thought of turning and plunging it into your capture’s stomach flashed in your mind but you knew better. You weren’t fast enough and his trigger finger was quick.

Eyes filling with tears, Thane guided you forward.

“Stab him.”

Your eyes widened and you turned your head to face him. “W-what?”

“You heard me, stab him.”

“That wasn’t-”

“Do it or I'll shoot him in the head.”

You closed your eyes, sobbing as your hands shook violently. “It’s okay Y/N. It’s gonna be okay,” Tim reassured, kissing the top of your head.

But you didn’t believe him.

When it was just cuts or burns, it was easier to believe that he would be okay. But you could see that he was weak. He was shaking from blood loss and he could barely keep his eyes open. His voice was tired and breathy so he desperately tried to put authority in it.

But it wasn’t working.

You shook your head, crying openly as you brought up the knife.

He gritted his teeth and braced himself as you found a spot on his torso and pushed the tip of the blade in.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you whispered tearfully, pulling the knife back out.

You watch horrified as blood leaks out of the new wound and down his side. You had hurt him, again. It made you feel sick.

Suddenly, Thane’s right in your ear, his eyes on the bare half inch of blood on the blade.

“Oh, come on now. Don’t waste my time,” he growled. He wrapped his arms around you and put his hands on top of yours.

“No, no please,” you begged through your tears, trying to fight him.

But your resistance was used in Thane’s favor as he used your combined force to plunge the knife into Tim’s stomach.

You gasped, feeling the sickening warm feeling of fresh blood coating your hands.

Tim couldn't hold back his shout of agony, gritting his teeth as tears came to his eyes.

Thane leaned in, laughing in your ear as you sobbed, “Look at that, seems like all you needed was just a little guidance.”

You covered your mouth, smearing blood on your face as your eyes stayed unmoving from the knife handle. You could have collapsed to the floor in a sobbing heap if Thane hadn’t had arms around you.

“Ooooh not so fast there Y/N. One’s not going to cut it, sweetheart. Take it out and do it again.”

When you hesitated, Thane took your hands and wrapped them around the handle, “Take it-”

“LAPD DROP YOUR WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR.”

You sobbed in relief as Thane turned to who you recognized to be John Nolan, Bishop’s rookie.

“Put your weapon down and kick it over to me.”

Thane followed his instructions, smart enough to know that he was cornered.

You held Tim’s face, “It’s gonna be okay baby. They’re here, just like you said they would be.”

Tim had been unconscious when you said that, finally succumbing to the pain.

“Officer Blake?”

You jumped at the call of your name, being pulled from your memories as you looked up to see the three rookies. Jackson was the one to address you.

“You don’t have to call me that anymore Officer West…”

He nodded and swallowed, “Right we’re out of uni-”

“No, I quit… I’m not an officer anymore.”

The rookies’ eyes widened and they shared a look when your eyes moved to Tim.

“But you’re great at your-”

You cut John off, bitterness in your tone, “If I was good at my job he wouldn’t be in this bed…”

You took a breath, finally letting yourself touch him and grabbing Tim’s hand. “I should have been stronger…”

“Thane’s a psychopath, who knows what situation we would be in had you held out longer,” Lucy tried, watching your glass eyes as they looked over Tim. “That doesn’t make you a bad cop…”

“I don’t trust myself… and being a good team requires trust. I can’t go back out onto the street if I do not trust myself, that’s how people get hurt.”

You shook your head, letting it fall between your shoulders. “It took just a little guidance and I plunged a knife into the man I love…”

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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Franken Kyle x reader. Reader is a little sick and for the first time Kyle tries to take care of her for a change. He’s a bit too protective over her and basically tries to do everything for her. He cooks her food….. well re-warmed food, bathes her, picks out her clothes, dresses her, attempts to check her temperature with his hand every now and then even though he doesn’t really know what he’s trying to check for but he’s seen people do it, and finally at the end of the night he puts STACKS of blankets on her with a Kyle as the cherry on top.

I loved this thank you for the request

Sick days (franken Kyle x fem reader)

Warnings: having a cold, high temperature, and fluff

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You woken up feeling dreadful your nose all red due to the constant sniffing and sneezing, your limbs and muscles feeling weak practically glued onto your bed, you were sick you rarely got sick you hated it being stuck in bed all day having someone look after you.

And that someone was Kyle, waking up beside you due to your consistent sniffing you furrowed his brows in confusion noticing you looked different, "y-you okay?" He asked rubbing his tired eyes, "I'm not feeling good today ky" you smiled lazily taking another tissue from the box on the bedside table, blowing your nose a groan leaving your lips.

"I-i'll take c-care of y-you" Kyle tried to say still learning his words, you felt bad you were meant to be looking after Kyle not him looking after you, "no it's okay I'll be fine" you smiled at the blonde but he just shook his head, "no I'll look after you" he said more firmly you just nodded your head agreeing.

You tried to fix your pillow so you could sit up a little Kyle immediately grabbing the pillow from behind him gesturing you to sit up placing it between your back and the other pillow, "Thank you kyle" you smiled leaning back on the bed Kyle then handed you the box of tissues so you wouldn't be constantly moving to grav other tissue from the box.

The back of his hand on your forehead checking your temperature you felt warm against his hand he didn't know what it meant he only knew to do that from what he had been observing from everyone, Kyle had a confused look on his face trying to pinpoint what it was wrong, "it's just a cold I'll be fine" Kyle was even more confused but nodded anyway.

Kyle sat beside you on the bed cuddling you hoping it would make you feel somewhat better, you laid on Kyle's chest slowly drifting off to sleep when your room door swung open revealing zoe.

"Y/n what happened to you" she asked concerned as you looked really ill, "I've got the cold Kyle's looking after me" you sniffled not moving your body as it ached on top of Kyle, zoe went to come closer to you but Kyle held you tighter "no" Kyle protested not wanting you to get more sick, "it's okay ky she's only trying to help" you assured Kyle relaxing a bit allowing zoe to put her own hand on your forehead, "your really burning up y/n hold on I'll get a wash cloth" zoe said disappearing into the bathroom coming out with a wet wash cloth placing it on your head.

"Thanks zoe" you smiled weakly feeling a bit cooler from the wash cloth, "I wish I could help but I got to go with the rest of the girls" zoe said feeling bad she couldn't help Kyle look after you, "Don't worry about it Kyle's doing amazing looking after me so far" you said zoe let out a smile before leaving the house.

You stayed in bed the remainder of the day snuggled up to Kyle seeing as he could really get sick anymore but either way Kyle wouldn't care if he did or not, watching movies with you grabbing whatever you needed at anytime, "Kyle I'm going to get some food" you said trying to get out of bed, "no stay" Kyle insisted you relaxed back on the bed as Kyle got out and left the room.

You heard the microwave on knowing that's the only thing Kyle knew partly how to work without burning the house down within five minutes Kyle came back into the room holding a porcelain bowl filled with leftover soup for you and a silver spoon. "Thank you ky" you smiled sitting your achy body up on the pillow as Kyle sat on the bottom of the bed feeding the soup to you.

You couldn't help but think how cute Kyle was trying his best to help you back to health, being sweet and caring like always times a hundred more, taking some of the soup on the spoon Kyle was careful not to spill the warm liquid on the bed as the spoon travelled from the bowl to your chapped lips.

You felt a bit better after having something light in your stomach you knew if you ate something more you'd probably spew it back up but you managed to keep the soup down the more Kyle fed you it.

Once you ate all the soup Kyle set the bowl down on the bedside table to put away later, Kyle noticed the few drops of soup over you and set out to fill you a bath also hoping it might make you feel somewhat better, turning the hot tap on pouring some of your favourite bubble bath in the tub once the bath was half way filled Kyle added some cold water to the tub and went back into the room picking you up so you wouldn't need to walk placing you on the toilet seat waiting on the tub to fill all the way.

Assisting you to stand up and out your dirty pj's, you felt a bit embarrassed having Kyle help you do everything but he didn't mind he just didn't want you doing too much and take it easy, lifting you into the bath Kyle told you he'd be back shortly and to relax you heard crashed and banging coming from downstairs Kyle probably broke something downstairs whilst cleaning the dishes but you stayed put bones aching to move.

The hot water soothed you aching body Sighing leaning back on the bath, all the tension in your body left your eyes fluttering shut sinking deeper into the bath tub, you must have been in the tub for a solid twenty minutes Kyle came back with a small smile, you went to grab some body wash but Kyle again refused to let you do anything looking at you for consent you nodded telling him it was fine he lathered some soap on the loofah washing your body.

Followed by your hair with his favourite strawberry scented shampoo lathering it in your hair before washing it off as best as he could followed by conditioner, Kyle grabbed a towel laying on the shelf holding it out for you as you tried to lift yourself out the bathtub, Kyle wrapped you up in the towel carrying you back into the bedroom sitting you on the bed whilst he picked out some pyjamas for you.

Pulling out a long sleeved top with tartan bottoms and clean underwear drying you off helping you into clean pyjamas, you held on to his shoulders as he pulled your pyjama bottoms up your lower half a small giggle left your lips as you almost tripped over Kyle immediately grabbing hold of you so you didn't fall.

After he got you dressed his hand was back on your forehead checking your temperature, "n-not warm" he mumbled your temperature going down a little, "that's all thanks to you for helping me" you smiled placing a chaste kiss on Kyle's cheek Kyle picked you back up placing you back on the bed grabbing lots of blankets placing them over you making sure you were warm.

Kyle then climbed into bed beside you his arm wrapped around you holding you close, "goodnight ky" you yawned feeling the weight of the night take a toll on you, "g-good night" Kyle said as you slowly closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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seemethroughglass · 6 months

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he’s a fool (you’re just as well)

franken!kyle spencer x reader

word count : 5.1K

warnings : fluff, (underage?) smoking, witches, zombies, witchcraft, dark magic, fainting, cooking, witch!reader, mentions of sex/hard drugs

a/n : this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr so if anything is wonky please lmk 😭😭 this fic was first posted on ao3 if you’d prefer to read it below :)

October 30th, 2013. 3:22 AM.

A faint smell of cigarette smoke and cheap lavender scented room spray slid up into your nose and settled in your lungs, holding your breath until you couldn’t stand to anymore. You were back first on the surprisingly comfortable queen sized bed you shared with the 5’10 rotting man-baby, taking up the tight space on the right side you had while he sprawled his arms out, his fingers flexing and twitching ever so slightly haphazardly while he drooled on the pillow that gave comfort to his skull.

Kyle Spencer was dead, and had been dead for a while, is what Zoe told you. You were the newest addition to Miss Robichaux’s School for Gifted Young Women, this sick fuck of a school. Being here wasn’t anything you’d expect, and certainly wasn’t the worst, but the things you’d do just to go back home and enjoy some time alone. In just two months of being here, Zoe had wordlessly decided that you’d become Kyle’s new babysitter, a tentative decision that made you wonder if you’d ever go back to normal. You were in charge of bathing, changing, and feeding him. When you were expecting to be in a school like this, you never saw yourself soaping up a blond boy ever in your life.

It was frustrating taking care of him, especially when he’d lash out at you for not being able to understand him. Similar to the other witches, you’d use your powers in justification, your telekinesis was second nature to you- as you easily threw him back to walls, or shut doors on him. Once, Zoe offered to keep him chained for a bit, but you declined because ‘it felt inhumane’ (ironically).

But like every other young, feeble, and naive witch in your coven, your powers would fluctuate. Anyone would go crazy if they could suddenly hear every single thought someone would think. The good, the perverse, and the twisted thoughts one could have made you feel sick. You remember walking down aisles of the grocery store with Madison, your whole world suddenly felt abnormal, forced into a ubiquitous position as the faint sounds of peoples brain-vomit spilling out of their heads and into your ears. It got so loud, you couldn’t hear her anymore. You just saw her mouth “coke-head” as she continued her shopping. She couldn’t have given any less care to your dazed and frustrated state.

You didn’t feel safe out there.

You flexed your hands and felt the wrapped cohesive bandage around the flat of your hands, and the cotton fingerless gloves shifting around your hands. You hated how gloves felt around your fingers, and decided to take the risk of accidentally brushing up upon someone and sinking in all of what they know. Divination, is the textbook term, but Fiona just called it ‘a gift and a curse.’ This was also a sudden discovery, one that you were ashamed was only found out during a frat party. Never will you ever shake a man’s hand, who knows if they’ve washed their hands after using the bathroom or not? Thank god you didn’t find out anything else, not that you’d want to afterwards.

And I could go on and on about what you’ve discovered in on your own time. Mind control (which, you’re not skilled at- at all), pyrokenisis, reality warping, the ability to fuck around with any object- it all came in at once, in such a short time. Cordelia explained that it was something that all of the other witches had, but yours were forming at a rapid pace compared to the others. Hearing those words, you then forced yourself to a demure and home-bodied state. You thought, if you stayed at home, less shit goes down. You never knew how much you enjoyed the outside until now.

You could go outside whenever, if you just faced your fears and come to the terms that shit happens. You’re a witch, of course you’re gonna have these fucked up powers that show how fucked up every is, but every time you felt the want to leave, you’d only gaslight yourself into crawling back to your room again.

And… a part of you started to actually believe you didn’t find Kyle a nuisance, because he was the only one who stayed. You could tell he wanted to learn something when he was around you, longingly staring at his iPad as AbcMouse played, asking him how to write words like ‘duck’ and ‘cat’. His hands would stay in place, sometimes twitching, as he thought to himself and hesitantly drew letters on his device. There was a man, trapped in a cold husk. Every word he’d speak to you, it stuck, because you knew he was trying.

Did you see yourself in him? No? Yes? I don’t know.

You felt the need to protect, but not a knight in shining armor I’ll-Kill-Anyone-Who-Fucks-With-You-And-Let-You-Eat-Their-Brains-Afterwards protect. The kind of protect that had you letting him sleep inside your room for the night, because you knew if you didn’t then Madison would just push herself on and sleep with him again. Being a witch has shown you the evils of this world, as if the devil let you put 3d goggles on and see every disgusting perspective of others. Remember that one quote that goes something like… “While we are humans, we are animals”?

You felt him stir around in your bed again, the fleshy tip of his nose resting on your sleeved forearm. You started to wonder when he’d move aside, considering he was plumped on a good chunk of your bed. He served no purpose on your bed either, feeling like a cold, rubbery, chunk of meat nuzzling into your warmer skin. Honestly, he was kind of a waste of air, not that you envied him for it though. It made you think, what could he end up being, other than a sex doll or a servant? Everyone thought he was dead, but certainly you can get a job with no ID, no degree, and a high temper, yes?

Okay, right now he *might* be in a tight spot, but hell- you never know. You felt him moving around again, deciding to face him as he shifted his way closer to you, smelling the fabric surrounding your arm. You couldn’t tell if he was awake or not, watching him carefully to see if he’d move again, and once again he did. His eyes fluttered open a bit, before tightly shutting them and taking a deep breath, taking a peek from his rotting eyelids to see your face looking back at his.

This was an unusual morning (or night?) routine from him, because he wasn’t supposed to wake up at this hour. Perhaps the sudden body heat he felt from you awoke him? Doesn’t matter, now he’s awake, and it’s your responsibility to keep him tight lipped and busy until the sun rises. Shit, did you even realize that he was staring at you?

“Kyle… go back to sleep.” You whispered, lightly pushing his head upwards and away from your body. His eyebrows raised up a bit, reacting to your sentence, which sounded like gibberish due to his still drowsy state. You could’ve just talked to a brick wall instead, though, because all he did was prop himself up on the bed and look around. Kyle nodded, looking away from you before moaning a “Mm.. mmn..” for you. He struggled with his words for a minute and then managed to make out a “Mmh-morning.”

You shook your head, wanting to immediately cut the shit short and to tell him to just go back to sleep. But, men (or, zombies in particular) are stubborn and once he was awake, he was gonna stay awake. You internally cursed yourself before mirroring his movements and sitting up yourself, pulling on the comforter to cover yourself as you nodded, wiping your face. “Morning, Ky.” You sighed out, nodding.

You and Kyle usually did your morning routine together, so even though you did stay up all night and you knew it was only a matter of time until you’d fall asleep, you brushed your teeth with him. I guess coffee could keep you awake until 9, right? It was fairly difficult trying to keep him quiet while you brushed his hair and made him breakfast, but the more you talked, the more he took the time to listen.

“Ky, tell me which one you want.” You asked, putting down a carton of eggs on one side of the dinner table and a box of Belgian waffle mix on the other. He took his time, you thought he was going to pick the waffles when he turned to them, but you were a little taken aback when he shook his head. Your instincts made you want to protest, but once you saw his mouth open a bit, you let him try and mumble out his words.

“M…muh…”

“Macaroni?”

He shook his head, got it.

“Mm..hhheaat.”

If Nan was awake, she’d hear you think, “Who the fuck eats steak for breakfast?” until you realized that he was probably talking about bacon.

“Mm, bacon?”

You got back a copacetic nod from him, his breathing quickening up from excitement. You weren’t just going to give him bacon, so you decided to stick with some eggs and toast to go with it too, something the both of you could eat. You fetched the bacon from the freezer and eggs, butter, and bread from the fridge. Kyle kept his eyes on you, not having anything else to distract him with currently. You stayed quiet, indulged in your task of whisking the eggs in a bowl as you heard him try and communicate with you again. You stayed patient, with the mumbling coming from his mouth, but you could tell he felt more confident in this moment.

“Drink, orange.” He asked, looking around the kitchen to see if he could spot anything else to ask for. You turned around, shaking your head at him, “Orange… what, Ky?” you questioned, wanting him to try and finish his sentence. He looked back at your frame, letting out an unsatisfied sigh. “Orange.. jjjuice?” He responded, humming questionably. You turned to him briefly, nodding and pointing at the frying pan. “When I’m done, I’ll give you it, ‘Kay?”

He groaned out, suddenly balling his fist and hitting his thigh, shaking his head. It was way too early (or too late?) for Kyle to be getting upset, as he whimpered out a “N-no! Want- mmh..” to you. “Drink! Orange..! Mm, juice!”

“Kyle, no hitting!” You hissed back at him, letting the frying pan heat up on the open fire. “You use your words, hitting isn’t good.”

You watched as his facial expression softened, following his fists as he rested them back on the table, you could’ve sworn his lips shifted into a slight pout, but he nodded to you, making you realize that he never truly learned how to apologize.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Mmhn..?”

The first time he tried to fight with you, was unforgettable, because it was the same day you had decided to voluntarily keep yourself locked inside the academy. You were just trying to change him, and get him ready for what would become his daily walk, but once you had him stripped to just his jeans and socks, he reacted. You weren’t able to take his jeans off, the minute you were trying to get his buckle off, it’s like realization had hit him. A push and a series of blows to your arms had you covered in hurt and bruises, the room was now episode 8 of a soap opera. God knows why you let him hit you for so long, did you forget you were a witch for a minute? Whatever, Madison wasted no time on flicking him off with whatever supernatural powers she had, his back meeting a wall quick. You felt bad, he didn’t really know any better. You’d start wrestling with anyone if they tried to take your pants off.

Now that you’re thinking about it, how’d she get up those stairs so quick? Isn’t she usually downstairs smoking a cigarette? Speaking of cigarettes, fuck, the smell of this house is starting to get to you.

Ten-ish minutes had passed, and there you were, plating the meal on a large plate that you and Kyle could share. Perks of being a witch? You can just enchant your bacon to defrost in seconds. Usually, Kyle would finish all of his food, but one time he noticed that if he didn’t finish, you’d be eating his plate instead of sticking with just coffee. It’s probably the reason he eats less, honestly, and you can’t really force him to finish all of his food anymore. I guess it’s something you two have silently agreed on, like mutualism. You poured yourself some coffee from the coffee pot, and in another plastic cup you poured orange juice into, for him. It was plastic, in case if he tried to throw it at you… like he did to Zoe (and, to be honest, that shit was hilarious when he missed and hit Queenie).

You don’t talk to him in the morning, you just sit there and watch him watch some Cocomelon, but right now the both of you can’t afford to make any sort of noise. A cranky witch is equivalent to an embarrassed boy, both can end up terribly. Still, it left you bored. There was nothing to talk about, because you can’t really keep up a conversation with someone like Kyle. Your phone was left upstairs, and you didn’t want to go back in fear of Kyle crying out for you and making noise, because it was dark and the only thing giving out light was the chandelier above the both of your heads. I mean, you could teach Kyle some basic vocabulary, but is that really something he was capable of doing while he scarfed down a piece of toast? Wait, wasn’t he supposed to apologize to you earlier? Maybe you can start up something with that.

You watched him chew on a large piece of toast, sending a few blinks in his direction as he paid no mind to you. Trying to get his attention, and prevent him from choking, you pushed the orange juice closer to him. Your nonverbal communication got to him, as he glanced back up to you and then looked down and took a sip from the glass. You waited until his mouth was empty to speak.

“Kyle?”

He looked back up at you, his eyebrows raising up again. He hummed, waiting for you to say something.

“…We don’t hit things in this house, unless someone else is hitting us, right?”

He blinked, his eyes slanting a bit, was he starting to get mad again? He nodded slowly, taking another sip of his drink. “Yes.” He responded with, there was absolutely no stutter or hesitation in his voice, maybe the others had already tried to educate him on that?

“Do you know what sorry means, Kyle?”

Once again, brickwalled. Jesus, what a poker-face. Maybe this is why people want to be a mind reader, hm? You had never felt scared of him before, and still hadn’t, but this interaction definitely made you tense up a bit. He could be a hell of a guard dog. God, you’re starting to sweat, calm down. Enough thinking to yourself, get to the point, because he’s obviously not gonna give you an answer.

“You know… when you do something bad, and it hurts people? It makes you… feel bad?” You asked, inhaling. He quickly nodded, sniffing and wiping his nose with the back of his hand. You nodded with him, deciding to ease up and take a sip of your coffee. A couple seconds of silence passed, and then you spoke again. “You say sorry, when you do bad things. I want you to say sorry.”

From an outsiders point of view (specifically Fiona, you could just picture it) they’d be laughing at the awkwardness of this conversation. Kyle didn’t know what awkward was, though. He took every word you said like it was, nothing felt personal to him. It gave you comfort, he had no high ego that could make him feel bad. Sure, he’s sensitive, but he had morals and a decent level of understanding like you did. Let me ask you again, did you see yourself in him? Someone who was once normal, thinking they had known enough, now forced to start from the top and had to adapt to what they had now. Shit, is that why you had to take care of him?

Naaah, you’re just overthinking it.

“Suh… orry. Sorry.”

“Good! You said it.”

“Mmhm..! Sorry!”

The difference between you and him? He was a quick learner. You, on the other hand, didn’t want to learn. You wanted to be normal, or at least control what you had (well, actually, doesn’t he want to also?). I mean, it’s been a while since you’ve tried controlling your own powers. It felt better helping him than helping yourself, hasn’t it? I don’t blame you, teaching someone basic math is muuuuch easier than trying to figure out how to make your bed float.

Kyle went back to eating after his successful lecture from the oh-so greatest but stopped after he finished his orange juice. There was still a bit on the plate, a piece of toast and a piece of bacon to be exact, as he looked up at you and then glanced back at the plate. “D…done.” He stated, grinning softly at you. He knew you were going to take the rest and finish it, and that’s exactly what you did. You nodded back at his words as you ripped the toast in half, chewing on your piece. For a dead guy, he’s pretty considerate. Makes you wonder how he was when he was alive, to be honest.

I think… you’ve only heard mentions of Kyle on the news, only when he had died. Words like… sweet, and caring, and friendly were on his memorial outside of that frat house. Shit, what was that frat’s name again? Kappa… whatever, they’re all the same, honestly. Maybe you’ll ask Zoe when she wakes up, I mean, she did bring him here.

After finishing the scraps that Kyle had left you, it was time to go back into your room. You didn’t hold Kyle’s hands up the stairs, you let him walk first, just to see if he could control his mobility first. You felt like you were starting to sweat, anyways. He stopped walking after a couple of steps and turned around to face you, only walking up again when you silently urged him to keep going up. It seemed like he got a bit weirded out by the fact that you weren’t walking up with him, he must’ve gotten used to holding onto you. Aww.

4:38 AM.

This should be about the time Cordelia wakes up, and starts working on whatever potion she has in her laboratory. Kyle was occupied with… himself, actually. He had discarded the iPad earlier, seemingly grown bored of AbcMouse and instead laying on his side, tracing unintelligible patterns on the hard wooden floor. He must be thinking to himself, you imagined. You were sitting on your bed next to an open window, starting to feel sick from the house-air. Did someone smoke, or was everything feeling nauseous to you? Ugh, you decided to start fanning yourself with your own hand.

You glanced back at Kyle, watching as his index finger dragged along the floor, collecting dust and a smidge of dirt from the floor onto his fingertip. You look a long sigh, spacing out and no longer focused on Kyle, just whatever he was trying to accomplish with his finger. K… X… L… E. Wait, that must’ve been a Y then? He was spelling his name, simply reminding himself. It felt good knowing that whatever he was learning on that device was working, but once you took another breath, your sliver of happiness faded with the smell. God… it felt like it was getting stronger.

There’s definitely something wrong in this school.

You didn’t have to wait longer to make up your mind, you had to go outside. Shuffling around and closing the window for caution of bugs getting in while you were gone, you set your bookmark in your book and slid off the bed. You tapped Kyle with your foot, raising your eyebrows and speaking a bit more faster. Your stomach felt… uncomfortable.

“Ky, cmon. We’re gonna go for a walk.”

“Mm?”

You didn’t have time to explain to him, but a part of you knew that he understood you. He’s not that… what’s the word? You pulled up your gloves and held your shielded hand out, trying to help him up. He groggily pulled himself up, following closely behind you with his hand sliding up to connect to the crook of your clothed arm. You walked down the stairs with him, hearing a faint whisper around the school. Cordelia… was awake? But why would she be near the living room?

When you peeked your head to look in the living room, she wasn’t there.

And when you walked around with Kyle, trying to find her to see what she could be muttering about, nothing. Odd, you decided to walk around more, but the more you wandered around you only felt more sick. Your little steps became into large, rushed power-walking steps. Something was wrong, if you couldn’t tell now. You went to her office, which was usually tidy and salubrious but seemed to be that she was working on something, at least you finally found her. The smallest amount of rational thought in your mind told you to not run outside of the house, but instead find her and ask her for some Advil or Tylenol, this had to be a migraine.

“Misty Day’s reincarnation might be a good help with this… if only she wa- what was that?”

Cordelia’s voice got louder as you stumbled into her office, she immediately turned to you, puzzled by your off-colored face and the sweat rolling down your forehead. She stayed quiet, letting you speak first. It was only then, you realized something.

“Why is Kyle here?”

But Cordelia’s mouth wasn’t moving. She wasn’t even talking.

I can’t really explain how you look like… but a good word is stunned. You stood there, looking around the area a bit as you fanned yourself with your free hand. Kyle was still behind you, his hand feeling up on the black woolen arm warmer you had on.

“Cordelia… ohmyfuckinggod..”

“Yes, dear?”

“Why is she awake? Go to bed. Why is Kyle here? Will nobody that boy alone, for fucks sake?”

You scoffed, a tad offended by her unspoken words. You wiped your forehead, shaking your head. “Something’s happening… Cordelia. Fuck, you’re so loud.” You breathily announced, letting go of Kyle and wiping your eyes. Your stomach started to hurt more, Jesus- you felt like you were about to throw up.

“I’m sorry?”

You walked over to her, discarding Kyle and his starstruck face as he looked around at the pretty colors and herbs around Cordelia’s little coven. For him, this was definitely a sight to see, getting a good look instead of crying over his new body parted tattoos, curtsey of his deceased friends. You stood in front of her, a hand placed on your stomach as you spoke, the acrimony rushing through your veins.

“The- the mind reading stuff. I can hear you… oh mygod- How do I make it stop? Fuck- my stomach hurts so much, ohmygod..”

And as her hand came to your clothed shoulder, she looked at you in the eyes with a concerned stare. “You’re hearing things again? Come here, sit down.”

She took you by the shoulder, walking you to a small wooden stool from the side of the room. Kyle, distracted by the sudden movement of you two, followed you closely once again.

“Cmhere, let me check your temperature.”

She took her hand up, and as her hand came up to your forehead, you felt your world burning around you and coming to a close. The heat was too much for you, and once her hand made contact with your bare skin, it went dark.

Well… not exactly dark.

5:12 AM.

Fuuuuuuck.

You must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the… couch?

Too early for jokes? Okay, sorry.

Your forehead felt completely cold, your drowsy eyes registering that you were staring up at the ceiling. Ugh, how long has it been? You brung your fingertips carefully up to your head, feeling on the rough ice pack on your forehead. When you pulled it off and placed it on the floor, you came to realize it was just frozen peas. Classic, actually- super fucking funny. You half-laughed, a closed mouthed smile forming on your face. Right… Cordelia must’ve put that on you. Where was she?

A sudden realization came to you, Cordelia touched your forehead. Shit, you’re supposed to know something, right? That mind reading thing that you have… what can you remember?

“…Cordeliaaa?” You called out, wondering where she was. Suddenly, a little- well, more like big- blonde guy popped up from behind the couch, squeaking a bit from your voice. You turned around, looking behind the couch and feeling surprised once you realized that Kyle was just behind the couch. He was sitting up now, with a cup of… sweet tea? He turned to you, his nose crinkling with his grin as the male cheered your name out, a sugary tone to his voice. He wiped his eye with the side of his hand, making it evident that he had been asleep also. He picked up the sweet tea from the ground, standing up and looking down at you, handing you the cup. The ice cubes in the drink had shrunken, almost barely noticeable.

“Hi, drink!” He chirped, watching you take the drink and take a sip out of it. Damn, not bad. You silently thanked him, the ineffable act of him waiting for you left you a little too speechless for your liking. You cleared your throat, speaking up. “Thanks, Ky’” You murmured, unable to hide the corners of your mouth turning upwards. “Your welh-welcome.” He replied, nodding. You placed the sweet tea on the table, exhaling out of your nose. He walked over to your side, away from the back of the couch, trying to help you up. You put your hands on his shoulders, shaking your head. “No… nah- I’m good. I’m gonna… sit down still.”

You heard Kyle think “Why?” as he stared at you for a bit, but he nodded and left you alone. He lowered himself to the ground, flinching once he had accidentally made contact with the peas. “Cordelia?” You called out again, turning away to the sound of her footsteps walking up to you. Her eyebrows were raised, and her arms were up in an… almost defensive state? She crossed her arms, calming down and lightly rubbing her right bicep with her left thumb. She spoke your name in a effervescent way, relieved to see you awake.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, referring to her anxious thought. You could tell she was trying to not think as much, whispering to herself before shaking her head. “Nothing… um- actually, I need to know, what did you… see?” She prevaricated, running her fingers through her hair. You looked down, thinking to yourself a bit and then back at her. Suddenly, your eyebrows knitted into realization, looking back up at her.

“Did you… toss the coffees I made for you?”

Cordelia stood there, also looking dumbfounded by your conclusion. She smiled, nodding. There was no point in lying anymore, I mean- you already knew. She sighed in relief, chuckling.

“Okay… yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“Dude- I thought you liked my coffee.”

She ignored your words, walking over to you and putting a hand on the inside arm of the couch. “I’m glad you’re okay. I did some… tests- and, um, I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine for now.” She expressed, feeling a little more confident as she spoke. “Just… don’t stay cooped up in this house. I know your powers are getting stronger, but you’re probably dealing with some major stress.” All you could do was nod, biting the inside of your cheek. She nodded back at you, pulling her hand away from the coffee and walking backwards for a bit, turning away.

“Delia.”

She turned back, raising her eyebrows. “Pleaaaase don’t ask me.“ She mentally spoke to herself, leaving you to close your eyes for a brief moment, but you brushed her thought aside.

“Uh… why… don’t you like my coffee?”

“I’m a tea person.”

“Oh… crap.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” She spoke, walking out of the room. You sighed, your attention going back to Kyle, who was once again tracing patterns on the floor. He glanced up at you, pausing his actions and deciding to rest his cheek on the couch. He blinked at you a bit, expecting you to say something. You placed a hand on his scalp, moving around his bed (well, floor) hair to make it look more neater.

“So nice…” His blissful expression matched his imagination, shuffling closer to let you touch his hair. Your fingers stayed still while in his blonde locks, sighing. You definitely didn’t expect him to think that, but you definitely weren’t opposed to it. You carried on, carefully grooming him some more. Your brain went blank, not really worried on what was going to happen next or what you had to do later today. Just you, fixing a zombie’s hair, while the sun was getting ready to rise up and shine on you. Just complete nirvana. You pulled your hand back, wondering if there was anything else to smooth out or tuck away. Kyle looked up at you, probably expecting the same thing.

“So pretty.”

Oh.

You couldn’t help but smile, keeping your eyes on him as his soulless eyes crinkled with his crooked smile. You blinked, and then cheerfully sighed.

“Thanks.”

Kyle nodded, grabbing your hand and then putting it back on his head. Wait… he grabbed your hand? Damn, you couldn’t see anything about him, guess it must’ve went away…

Or, maybe, he just didn’t hide anything from you?

You’ll just have to poke Cordelia again to see why.

#kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x you #kyle spencer x y/n #ahs #ahs coven #frankenwrites

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jerzwriter · 3 months

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The Morning

I promised myself I'd expand on my Eli x Zoe headcanon as we do the Wake the Dead reread; before too much time slips away, I decided to finally get started. This is an expansion/reimagination of the chat Eli and Zoe had by the fireplace on their first night in the lodge. Some of this dialogue is directly from the story. I hope you enjoy it.

Book: Wake the Dead Pairing: Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) Words: 1,600 Rating: Teen Warnings: Mentions of death, loss Summary: When Zoe can't fall asleep on their first night in the lodge, she joins Eli at the fireplace and realizes he has more than one reason for being awake as well. A/N: @choicesjanuary2024 Day 31 - Beginnings, starting over. Double dipping in @choicesfebruary2024 - Eli & Zoe are at the very early stages of Philia/Friendship love, and they're on their way to Ludus/Flirtatious love, though Zoe will make that journey much quicker than Eli! Pragma (practical love) and Philautia self-love) fit in a little, too, but not as much. :)

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She’d blame the wind. The wind whipping against the rickety eaves overhead would be assigned fault if anyone asked why she was awake. But as she gazed blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling above, Zoe knew the wind would be falsely accused. Sitting up from the cold, wood floor, she stretched her arms over her head with a soft groan. She’d never thought much of her lumpy mattress back at The Tower, but compared to this, it may as well have been a cloud. She looked around the darkened room, subconsciously counting the bodies sleeping in their makeshift beds one by one, and the pit in her stomach grew when she was done. It wasn’t a nightmare; Ana, the one constant in her life, the person she loved above all else, was really gone. She watched over the others, not with anger, but envy. How did they do it? How could they just fall asleep when nothing in her world would ever be the same again.

A loud pop from a log crackling in the fireplace pulled her gaze in its direction. That’s when she saw Eli staring blankly into the fire, a forlorn look that matched the sentiment in her heart washed over his countenance. He said he’d watch over them as they slept, but it didn’t take much for Zoe to realize that wasn’t the only reason he was awake. Sliding out from under the dusty old quilt she had found, she quietly made her way over and sat across from the relative stranger.

“Hey,” she said with the slightest trace of a grin.

“Hey,” he replied, his eyes never retracting from the dancing flames. “You should be asleep.”

“So should you,” she countered.

The unspoken dare commanded his attention, taking him out of the trance he was in. His eyes lifted toward her, but in a moment, they were back on the ochre flames.

“Someone’s gotta keep watch,” he droned, voice devoid of emotion.

“True, but I’m awake now. So why don’t you get some sleep?”

A tiny smile crept across her face when Eli didn’t budge.

“Yeah, I thought so,” she replied smugly. “I appreciate you keeping watch, but that’s not the only reason you’re awake. Is it?”

“It’s just...” he sighed wearily. “It’s been a long day.”

Sensing the sadness in his voice, Zoe felt compelled to look away. Gazing down at her hands, she picked at a torn cuticle as the minutes ticked away.

“It sure has,” she whispered. “I’m sorry about your cabin.”

“It had to be done,” he said with a shrug, but the pain in his eyes told another story. “It wasn’t safe there anymore.”

“Still, if you hadn’t helped us, then....”

Eli silenced her with a wave of his hand.

“What’s done is done.” He closed his eyes, and memories ushered him back in time. Zoe swore she saw a hint of a smile on his lips, but it was gone the moment his eyes opened. “Someone I used to know always said, ‘Don’t’ sit in a pile of should.’ We did what we had to do... all of us. There’s no use lamenting it.”

He reached into his pocket and removed the papers Zoe saved. Unfolding them with care, his face visibly softening as he read.

“If you don’t mind me asking... what are they?”

“They’re schedules. Lists of chores and when to do them. My parents put them together for me and my brother,” he held a page in her direction. “This is my parent’s handwriting... and those scribbles? That’s where my kid brother tried to cross his chores out, hoping no one would notice.”

“Did it work?” Zoe smiled.

“With my parents? Not a chance! They never missed a thing.” He was silent for a long while. “Seeing their handwriting always brings me back.”

Zoe earnestly studied Eli. “Life must have been so much different for you. Growing up in The Tower, everything was so cold and regimented. I can’t imagine growing up in a home with a family...” Now, it was her words that slipped away.

“Everything has its advantages... and disadvantages, I suppose.”

“Yeah, but I bet your chores were more fun than sifting through moldy garbage searching for scrap metal.”

“Fun’s not the word I’d use. But it kept us alive... kept food on the table.”

“So tell me what it was like,” she asked, unaware of the genuine smile that had come to her face. “What was the first thing you did when you woke up in the morning.”

“Perimeter check. Make sure no drones had broken in during the night.” He chuckled to himself, remembering Zoe’s reaction when he pointed out she didn't know how to clear a room earlier that day. He wasn't making that mistake again. “I suppose I can show you how to do that in the morning.”

“Ha ha,” she replied, shooting him a sarcastic yet warm look. “And after that... what did you do next?”

Eli rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Probably checked the traps to see if we caught anything over night. If we did, it was a good day. Spared us the trouble of hunting.”

“Hunting? Eww,” she flinched. “I’m starting to understand the appeal of ration bars. Less brutality, less work.”

“Yeah,” he said with... was that a smile, “but not nearly as tasty.”

He turned his eyes back to the papers, his calloused fingers tracing the words. As he drifted into another world, Zoe inched closer.

“I’m surprised that’s what you wanted saved. Of all the things in the cabin, that was most important to you.”

“Everything in that cabin was important to me, and there were undoubtedly things that could have been more useful to us. But this... this is a part of them...”

“Is...” she hesitated. “Is your family... gone?”

Her words didn’t register at first, but when they did, he folded the papers and tucked them away in his pocket. Shooting a stern gaze her way.

“You shouldn’t have gone back for this. You put yourself at risk. The place was crawling with zombies; you could have been killed.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t,” Zoe smirked. “And I don’t think we should sit in a pile of “could” any more than we should sit in a pile of “should.”

Eli’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. He laughed, and Zoe couldn’t understand why, but it filled her with warmth. She wasn’t sure of many things at this uncertain time, but she was sure that she wanted to make him laugh again.

“It doesn’t work as well that way,” he sighed. “See, sitting in a pile of should is a play on words... like sitting in a pile of sh.... you know. Never mind. I appreciate you doing this for me. It was very brave and very stupid.”

“And very worth it,” she said, their eyes meeting for a split second. “Now you have something to remember them by. I’d give anything to have something of Ana’s...” her voice cracked.

Eli looked over at Dirk, fast asleep on the couch, Ana’s knapsack serving as a pillow. “There has to be something in there?”

“Yeah,” Zoe whispered sadly. “He doesn't know it, but I’m stealing that fucker back from him.”

“Let me know when,” Eli smiled. “I’ll be happy to help. I really am very sorry about your sister... I... I know how that feels."

“Thanks,” Zoe looked away. “I suppose all our days are numbered, but when I woke yesterday... it was my birthday! It was my first day as a scout; I hadn't been that excited in so long... who knew I'd be running from The Tower that night... who knew I'd lose Ana,” she swallowed hard, doing all in her power to fight back tears. “I don’t know how I will survive without her.”

“Look, I know we just met, but I can tell you’re strong. I can see your resilience. You’ll get through it. It won’t be easy, and the pain will never fully go away. But the days will pass, and little by little, you’ll see... you’ll survive.”

“Survive,” she scoffed. “Sure, I’ll survive. But I had hoped that someday, I might actually live.”

“Well, that part’s up to you.”

“Have you lived?” She asked. “Since you lost your family...

“You should probably try to get some sleep, Zoe.”

“Ooorrr... you could just tell me you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” he smirked.

“Fine,” she grumbled, heading back to her spot on the floor. She turned around, surprised to find him watching her. “Just one more question.”

Eli looked up with a raised brow.

“Why did you decide to join us?”

“What choice did I have?”

“Oh, you had a choice. You said you’ve been alone for a while; you could have continued and found a place on your own. Something tells me you would have been just fine on your own, Eli Sipes. So why come along with this ragtag bunch?”

“I figured it would be easier to survive in a group.”

“Survive,” she replied with sarcasm. “How about living, Eli?”

“I haven’t lived in a long, long time.”

“Hmm,” Zoe shrugged. “That could change. I guess that part’s up to you.”

Who was this woman throwing his words back at him... and why did he find it endearing instead of infuriating. A puff of air escaped him as he shook his head. “You know I don’t completely dislike you – why don’t you go to sleep before that changes.”

“Oh, you like me,” she teased. “You may be too stubborn to admit it yet, but you do. And I don’t blame you... I’m adorable!”

“Good night, Zoe.”

“Good night, Eli. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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pixie-skull · 6 months

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Challenge, Alphabet of Crushes:

Pretty self explanatory, just list your biggest crushes of past and present to each letter. I tag @impossiblepeggy @little-bloodied-angel @geebs96 @airasora @thenamelessdoll @confettipetticoats @2009jorose @animagix101 @night130

A= Amalthea (The Last Unicorn)

B= Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

C= Christine (The Phantom of the Opera)

D= Dorian Grey (the picture of Dorian Grey)

E= Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

F= Frodo (The Lord of the Rings)

G= Granger, Hermione (Harry Potter) *Emma Waston I actually like for her, the character meh, but more roles lately make me really like Emma Waston more, just Hermione was my first role I really liked her*

H= Hemidall (Thor)

I= Inara (Firefly+Serenity)

J= Jasmine (Aladdin)

K= Kala (Sense8)

L= Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

M= Merlin (BBC Merlin)

N= Nomi+ Amanita (Sense8) *I could not choose one as both are amazing*

O= Original Hex Girls (Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost) *mainly Thorn (center) and Luna(right side)*

P= Padme (Star Wars)

Q= Queen of Wonderland, White Queen, or Mirana of Marmorea (Alice in Wonderland) *mostly like her for she is played by Anna Hathaway and BONUS looks like a live action Amalthea*

R= Rose (Titanic)

S= She-Hulk (1996’s Incredible Hulk: Animated Series) *Cree Summer too a crush*

T= Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

U= Underworld Persephone (Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief)

V= Vampire Mina (Bram Stoker Dracula) *mention honestly wanted to find a way to mention Winona Ryder as such a huge crush, plus Winona in red dress so beautiful*

W= Wonder Woman (DC Comics, yet mostly Gal Gadot version)

X= Xavier, Charles (Marvel Comics, yet James McAvoy version, and yes I do not mind if someone needs a wheelchair)

Y= Yum-Yum (The Thief and the Cobbler)

Z= Zoe (Firefly+Serenity) * and Wash, as both have such an adorable relationship*

It is very apparent to me I have a type in both women and men. As well, yes, I still have major crushes on the live action character's thespian. I mean dang I was not expecting such types, but one of my friends did observe I tend to like Jewish, Middle Eastern, French, and Indian women, and men twinks XD (often Untied Kingdom). Dyed hair not picky on gender though, as a good look all around.

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madewithspice · 10 months

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AOT As Fanfic Tropes

✧ Friends to lovers: the both of you were two peas in a pod, absolutely inseparable. To see one without the other was an oddity for everyone including yourselves. From playing out in the fields until sunset to walking each other home after school, you slowly start noticing how fast your heart begins to beat faster when they smile or the way their touch lights up sparks along your skin or how eager your eyes are to get lost in theirs. Gradually the innocently made friendship pact turns into vows of “til death do us part” much to the delight of your parents.

mikasa ackerman, reiner braun, marco bodt.

✧ Enemies to lovers: from the moment your eyes landed on him, you knew you couldn’t stand him. The way he stood, the slight tilt of his head, the obnoxious laugh, ugh you despised it all and the very second you failed to fall at his feet was the moment he couldn’t stand you. He would purposely try to get under your skin, to itch at your flesh and bones until his name was etched into your soul. So you began to fight fire with fire and burn his idolised reputation to the ground. The two of you fought battle after battle until one day you were face to face and the tension was so thick that it held you by the neck and forced you to look into his eyes, spiralling down to his soul. And that was the moment you knew you had lost yet both did gain something so pure out of the hatred once held.

jean kirstein, niccolo, levi ackerman.

✧ Hurt/comfort: when everything weighed down on you and you felt you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, they shouldered your burden alongside you so when the world crumbled under them you returned the favour. From that day onwards your fates were intertwined almost as if you were born to fix each other up. You both became each other’s lifeline and soon enough just an utterance of “you’re okay I got you” was enough to wash all the pain away. Even knowing that they would come to help you almost made the pain seem worth it. The concern plastered across their faces was so heart touching so how could you not call their name when in need of tender love.

eren yeager, sasha braus, moblit.

✧ Mafia AU: the world you knew had toughened you enough so that nothing could break you. No threat or attack could affect you the way they did as you watched from the tinted windows of your luxury car. They caught your eye within the first few meetings with the feeling being mutual but there was no Romeo and Juliet without a bit of drama. The untouchable heir of a mafia gang and a lowly bodyguard, the thought would spur humiliation and laughter throughout the underworld. But when you’re betrayed by a close ally and there is no one left to trust, what else is there but to take their helping hand and give back the hurt tenfolds.

porco galliard, yelena, ymir,

✧ Omegaverse: okay so I don’t actually know what this is about properly but I do know it’s wolves and four legged shit so yea this is a jokey one but let’s face it people are weird and would read this with zeke x pieck or hange x pieck or whatever else their minds conjure up. So I can’t really write anything here. Idk maybe they howled at the moon and you fell in love ?? Lol tbh I just wanted to put zeke with some weird shit just because. If anyone wants to write a little prompt for this in the comments, feel free.

zeke yeager, pieck, hange zoe.

-Kiki.

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tellmeumissme · 9 months

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"Sleep well"

Hange Zoe x GN!Reader

Do NOT repost or translate my work anywhere pretty please!!

Warning(s): Non-sexual nudity.

You sit up in your empty bed and heave a deep sigh.

Hange isn’t in bed, which means they’re most likely in their office, wasting away at the hands of the endless paperwork they have as commander.

The pile of work they have to do seems to have doubled since the attack Eren led on Marley, and they’ve been getting little to no rest because of it.

You walk down to Hange’s office with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the stone floor cold under your feet as you knock gently on the wooden door to their office.

“Come in.” You push the heavy door open and your eyes immediately fall on an exhausted Hange, slumped over their desk, glasses askew on their scrunched up face.

Their hair is out of its usual bun, which would usually bring a smile to your face, but as they run a hand through it and sigh, all you can do is frown as your lover continues to read and sign countless papers.

they look up at you with tired eyes when you shut the door behind you.

“Y/N...” they mutter, your frown deepens. “You should be in bed..”

You drop your blanket on the loveseat near the door and walk to Hange’s side.

“Couldn’t sleep without you.” you say, rubbing a gentle hand in circles on their back, they sigh and relax a little under your touch, but continue to read the reports on their desk. “Shouldn’t Captain Levi be helping you with this?” They chuckle a little.

“He is, he’s swamped with forms in his office right now.” You hum at the thought of Levi hunched over his desk working just as hard as Hange is right now.

You move your hand up to play with hange’s hair, letting your nails scratch their scalp, and they sigh, leaning their head back into your touch.

“You’re working too hard. You need sleep,” You get a whiff of your lover and cringe.

“And a bath.”

they laugh, before a yawn escapes their mouth and they stretch out their arms with a groan. “Only if you come with me.” you smile softly. “Of course.”

You sit on the edge of the tub with your lips parted as Hange removes their clothes, revealing the toned, tan, scarred, extremely beautiful body that never fails to leave you breathless no matter how many times you’ve seen it.

But you shake the thought from your head as Hange slips into the water with a groan, you slip in behind them and start washing their hair.

They let out the occasional hum, but other than that, there’s a comfortable silence sitting between you as you relax in the bath together, washing each other's hair and bodies until you’re both spotless and pruny.

When you get out and dry each other off—with towels that feel almost oddly soft from the soap Levi uses when he does laundry,—And walk back to your shared bedroom in HQ and watch as Hange falls asleep in your—finally—warm bed.

You know Hange will have to get back to their paperwork in the morning, but for now, they’re cuddled up in the warm blankets, snoring softly, drooling on the pillow you just washed, as you pick up a wool blanket from the edge of the bed and leave the room as quietly as you can.

You enter Captain Levi’s office to find him slumped against his desk, raven hair dishevelled and his normally scowling expression peaceful while he sleeps.

You put the blanket over his shoulders with a smile and he stirs, steel blue eyes opening and his usual scowl returning to his features.

You quirk an eyebrow as he sits up and hugs the blanket tighter around his shoulders before standing and walking to the bedroom off the side of his office.

He mutters a quiet “thank you.” before closing his bedroom door behind him.

You return to your bedroom, and lie down with Hange, placing a soft kiss to their forehead. They hum, rubbing their warm hands up and down your back. “Where’d you go..” you snuggle in closer and breathe in the calming smell of the soap Hange used earlier.

“Made sure Levi got to bed. He was surprisingly calm about me waking him up.” Hange groans. “How come he’s so nice to you? Teach me your ways.” you both laugh a little in each other's arms, talking about how your lives have been, with the occasional joke about Levi’s stubbornness or something funny that happened with the scouts, before you both slowly drift off to dreamland together.

#hange zoe x reader #hange zoe #x reader #aot #attack on titan #aot s4 #fanfiction #i love them sm

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Girls like us

Summary: Trusting people is not your strong suit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of a shitty father, fluff

A/N: Loosely inspired by Zoe Wees’ “Girls like us”

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“It feels like I am an ant, and they are burning me with a magnifying glass. Every time I feel like people judge me for my appearance, my clothes, the way I talk...simply everything about me,” you’re fidgeting in your seat, nervous to tell the therapist about all the things keeping you from opening up to people.

“Why’s that?” the therapist asks. “Can you tell me more about it?”

“Maybe it’s because I never was one of the pretty and popular girls. You know, it’s hard if you don’t fit in. Judging looks, hushed words. Little giggles. I know all the signs of rejection.”

You bite your lower lip, chewing on it. “What can you tell me about your childhood?” she asks, tapping the end of her pen. “Y/N we wanted, to be honest, didn’t we.” She points out as you try to avoid talking about your past. “I can’t help you if you don’t open up to me.”

“My dad was absent most of the time,” you shrug. “Mom worked her ass off to make sure I and my siblings won’t starve. She was tough in her way. I admired her for being a father and a mother to me and my siblings.”

You run your fingertips over one of the scars on your arm. It calms you.

“What can you tell me about your father? Why was he away so often?”

“He traveled a lot for his…job,” looking at your shoes you try to find a way to not tell her about your father’s possessiveness or that he couldn’t keep a job to save his life. Not that he tried, though. “I guess he was more interested in his job than his family.”

“Y/N, you told me about your mother, your siblings, and your life. But you still avoid talking about your father. I think he’s the key,” she looks at you, demanding answers you can’t give to her.

“He’s not,” you huff. “Do you know why I feel like this? I was an outsider, an outcast, the one not fitting in all my life. I always struggled to keep up with everyone’s expectations. I feel like I’m not good enough every time I try to fit in.”

“Do you have anyone in your life?” she asks. “Someone loving you. Or a friend supporting you? A colleague maybe.”

You smile now. Warmth washes over you as you remember someone is waiting for you to come back. Someone loving and supporting you.

“Yes, I got someone in my life,” you smile now. “He’s always there to pick me up when I fall. And he’s there to listen to my rant. If I need a shoulder to lean on, he’s there too.”

“That’s good.”

“He’s my best friend, my confidant and so much more,” she nods knowingly as you wrap your arms around yourself. “I-“

“Y/N, that’s progress. We should come back to this at our next appointment,” you’d like to roll your eyes. Of course, she stops right when you are about to get to the core of your trust issues.

The fact that no one ever stayed.

Your father left to hunt the evil. Your mother grabbed your siblings and ran when the monsters your father hunted broke into your house, seeking revenge for their fallen friends.

She just left you there, for the monsters to feast on.

Their bad luck Bobby Singer and Rufus Turner followed them to your house. You survived the night, and your family too. But you never looked at your mother the way you used to.

“Sweetheart, what do you want for dinner?” Dean calls from the kitchen at the bunker. “Baby? Are you okay? How was your spa day?”

“I-“ you tiptoe toward the kitchen. Dean doesn’t know you are seeing a therapist to not dump all the shit weighing heaving on your heart on him all the time. “It was nice, I guess. I’ve missed you, though.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he flashes you a smile melting your heart. You don’t know it, but Dean followed you the first time you went to see your therapist. He didn’t want to spy on you, just make sure you are safe. “How about my infamous bacon burger?”

“I’ll love everything you make,” you walk inside the kitchen to stand behind Dean and wrap your arms around his waistline.

“Bacon burger and salad it is,” he says. “Do you want to have a bubble bath while I prepare the food?”

“No, I want to help you,” Dean hums when you hold him a little tighter.

“You can cut the onions,” he chuckles when you hiss. Dean knows you cry like a baby if you cut onions. “Fine, you can take care of the salad.”

“Did I ever tell you that you are my haven?” you hide your face in his back and close your eyes.

“You’re my haven too, Y/N,” he softly says your name. “Do you want your bacon extra crispy?” You nod, but don’t let go of Dean.

He closes his eyes and enjoys feeling your body pressed against him.

One day you will tell him about all the things from your past you still hide from him. Just not tonight…

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #Girls like us #Supernatural fanfic #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n

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chaithetics · 1 year

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The Millers Buttercup Chapter 2

Pairing: outbreak/commune! Tommy Miller x F reader (vaguely mentioned past Joel Miller x F reader- more of that in future chapters)

Word count: 5.9K

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, fluff, mild angst, smut (P in V intercourse), pregnancy, mentions of injuries (nothing major). Also unedited because I refuse to proofread.

Note: I'm not too sure where this going but I think it's like a mini-series of maybe 5-7 chapters-ish? I also have some series ideas for Marcus Pike and Javier Peña. So lmk what you think/if you have any suggestions! Also thank you for all the kind words for chapter one, you're all too sweet! I hope you enjoy!!!

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You felt sick in your stomach when you saw Joe, you saw his eyes quickly widen and that he was struggling to compose himself. Joel’s shock was visible to everyone and altered the mood in the room. You looked over at Tommy who was watching the scene quietly, something that was rare for his usual chatty self.

Are you okay? He was asking with his big brown eyes and you nodded, giving him a quick tight-lipped smile as you nodded your head. Moments like this made you grateful for the silent communication you and Tommy had.

“This is Ellie,” Tommy said deciding to try cutting the tension, he gestured over to the young girl standing not far behind Joel.

“Hey,” Ellie looked over at you, you’d piqued her interest based on the tension and the brief conversation which was mostly unspoken between the brothers. Ellie felt more comfortable, your heavily pregnant state made you significantly less intimidating to her. While there was still an awkward air to you over the situation, Ellie could tell the smile you directed at her was genuine. Something she’d rarely come across.

“Hey Ellie,” you said softly, “it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled warmly at her, you glanced over to Joel as you were curious about who she was and why Joel had a teenager with him. You knew that now was not the time for questions though.

“Sorry, just a moment.” You said it was directed to almost everyone in the room.

You adjusted the crutches for Zoe and apologised for the interruption, she just smiled it off. You gave her brother Oli some pain medication to take home for Zoe with instructions and said that you’d see them in the morning.

You didn’t like the idea of Oli taking his limping, crutches-using sister back home in the snow on their own. Tommy seemed to pick up on this before you could even verbalise it. He looked at you again to confirm that you’d be okay here without him in his brother’s company, you smiled again to communicate that you’d manage.

“How about I help you two get home, then I’ll grab some hot food for you, Ellie and Joel? Our incredible doc can take a look at anything while I do that.” Tommy offered. Zoe and Oli were more than happy by this, Joel muttered his thanks at the suggestion and nodded.

Tommy quickly went off with the two children, leaving you with Joel and Ellie. You washed your hands, once they were dried you put out a hand to shake Ellie’s which she tentatively did.

“Tommy said you have snacks?” Ellie quickly said as soon as your handshake was over.

You smiled at her, it was the biggest smile she’d seen on your face yet, you ended up chuckling at her question and nodding. Joel sighed and shook his head slightly at Ellie’s bluntness but you all understood it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do, there’s a little kitchenette down the hall. Help yourself, maybe grab something for the old man?” You responded, she laughed lightly at you calling Joel an old man and nodded heading off.

Joel watched you as Ellie went off. He’d immediately noticed how little Tommy had aged and found that it seemed to be a similar case for you. He only noticed a couple of grey strands in your hair by your temple, you were younger than both the Miller men but there were barely any visible lines on your face. He noticed that your jaw seemed to be softer, there was a scar on your nose, and your hair was shorter than it used to be. You did have a glow about you, a radiance in your complexion and while he still felt in shock to see you pregnant he had to admit to himself that it suited you.

“So you’re pregnant,” Joel said, you found his tone hard to read, you weren’t sure if it was more of a question or a statement so you just nodded as an answer.

“And it’s…”

“Of course, it’s Tommy’s-” You said matter-of-factly, you didn’t mean for it to come out so bluntly but nobody had ever questioned it and it seemed like the most ridiculous question to your brain as soon as he nervously started to ask. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that-”

“How far along are you?” Joel asked.

He knew it was a ridiculous thing to say to you, he knew it was Tommy’s but part of him hoped for a moment it wasn’t. He didn’t know if that would make it better or worse though, so he needed to change the subject. Of course, you were pregnant with Tommy’s child, you and Tommy had left years ago. It was a natural thing to happen. It was to be expected.

“About 34 weeks,” you answered, you looked at him. You could tell that this news was upsetting to him but you didn’t know how to feel around him. “Why don’t you take a seat?” You asked and gestured towards where Zoe had been moments ago.

Joel nodded and complied. You’d always been a warm person, it was a big part of your natural charm. Ever since the Miller brothers had known you, they’d both been drawn to your warmth but over time during your ‘relationship’ with Joel you slowly became more reserved. Towards the end, he only ever really heard a laugh if Tommy caused it. He saw glimpses of that warmth with Ellie, and he saw it between you and the young girl you’d been treating before he came by. But he noticed how reserved you were with him.

“Anywhere, in particular, you need to be checked?” You asked softly.

“Uh, wrist and I think, there are some gashes on my back,” Joel responded with, you nodded softly and asked which wrist, he held his hand out as a response, “Can I?” you asked quietly, he nodded and you held his large hand in your smaller one while the fingers in your other hand ran along his knuckles and gently over his wrist.

Joel felt himself melt slightly by your touch, he was living in an apocalypse, and of course, he was touch-starved. He knew that your touch was strictly medical but it still felt warm and sent goosebumps along his skin.

As you inspected his wrist he winced slightly, you quickly, genuinely apologised to him “it’s alright-” he said before you cut him off “what happened exactly?”

“I think I broke it a few months ago, I guess it didn’t heal properly or I just made it worse, I think it’s taken a few hits. It gets bad, often. Worse in the cold” He said looking at you, you nodded sympathetically as he spoke. You asked him to move it a couple of different ways and it all confirmed what you knew.

“You know, you’ve barely aged,” Joel spoke, he was looking into your eyes as he said it but you felt like he was saying it more to himself than you. You looked at him curiously, you immediately noticed that while he still looked the same he had aged significantly, especially in comparison to you and Tommy despite his years ahead of you both. His hair was completely salt and pepper now, there were hard lines throughout his face. You and Tommy had been lucky with the Jackson commune, you couldn’t imagine going back to an environment like the QZs or fireflies or ever trying a raider lifestyle. It saddened you to know that Joel’s life hadn’t been as safe as yours, the environment and stress had taken an obvious toll.

You looked down at Joel and nodded you moved the hand that had been inspecting his wrist to his face to inspect it for a brief second, “yeah, and you did.” Was all that you could say softly to him, he nodded and saw a brief flick of sadness in your eyes. You quickly turned around to a cupboard, “I’m going to strap it, you’ve definitely broken it a few times. I’d suggest rest, we can go over a few exercises to maybe help with strength and relief. I’ll give you some anti-inflammatories as well, it’s swollen. I’d say you have osteoarthritis, definitely post-traumatic arthritis in the wrist.” You spoke as you grabbed the anti-inflammatory medications and the tape for strapping. He nodded then said, “I guess I am an old fuck now.”

“A brace would help too, we have some in storage. I’ll get one for you in a moment.” He nodded and whispered his thanks. He watched as you gently strapped his wrist, as you finished up, he gently grabbed your hand. It wasn’t a touch you were familiar with from Joel, it was too gentle, which was not in his nature. It startled you slightly and you felt nervous, he squeezed your hand softly, “thank you, I mean that sweetheart, thank you, for-for just everything.” There was something in his eyes that you didn’t recognise, you eased your hand out of grasp and just nodded. You didn’t know how to respond and you wanted Tommy back, you almost felt like a child craving their security blanket.

“Here old man,” Ellie said as she walked into the room, she gave a glass of water to Joel with a sandwich and some crackers she’d found in the kitchenette.

“Did you get something for yourself?” You gently asked Ellie, feeling grateful for her entry. Ellie nodded.

“Yeah, I ate in there. What is Tommy getting?” She asked looking at Joel, she could sense the air was a bit awkward between you and Joel and was curious.

“I’m not sure, what the kitchen was cooking today sorry.” You said as you shrugged. Ellie just nodded and sat down on one of the chairs in the examination room. You didn’t press for an examination of Joel’s mentioned ‘gashes’ while he ate and drank. You excused yourself to go to the toilet.

You were thankful for your inconvenient pregnancy bladder finally giving you a believable excuse. It was a great excuse and felt even more convenient as you didn’t actually feel like your bladder was going to explode. It was the perfect opportunity for a small break in Joel’s company and to kill time while waiting for Tommy to come back.

It was a weird situation to be in and you sighed over it as you rubbed your temple. Joel had broken your heart years ago, he’d been cold and cruel and in each moment spent with him or without him, you felt like you were losing hope and yourself. Tommy had been kind, which was rare in this cruel world. You knew that if some people were aware of all the history they may have assumed you were ‘settling’ for the younger Miller brother but you weren’t. It wasn’t like that with Tommy, he was the love of your life and was the destination, not a detour or stop along the way. It was completely different with him than anyone else and you both knew that.

You bit your lip a bit and gently caressed your stomach, it felt grounding to you and your heart was filled with so much love for the fetus inside of you and your beautiful family of Tommy and Isabel. You splashed some water on your face and then went back out.

Ellie wasn’t in the room and Joel had finished eating his sandwich. He looked up at you when he heard you coming back in, he noticed a bit of dampness on your face and how your hand was on your bump. He wasn’t sure if it was that the baby was moving, it hurt or it was self-soothing.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his eyes seeming concerned. You just nodded, “yeah, I’m fine. Should I look at the gashes now?” Joel just nodded, he took his jacket off and lifted his shirt up for you. You saw that there were a few cuts, so you quickly went to clean them, putting antiseptic on and bandaging them up. You worked in silence as you treated the wounds on his taut, golden skin.

“What happened to your nose?” Joel asked breaking the silence, you paused for a moment surprised at the question, you raised your eyebrows and responded with “hmm?” Joel looked at you making eye contact, he gently rubs his thumb over the scar on your nose. His gentle touch startles you, you step back and smile at the memory behind the scar, letting out a little laugh. You’re also surprised that he noticed, it’s not massive and it could almost just pass as a small blemish or discolouration with a quick glance. Joel doesn’t know how a story behind an injury like that could be humourous but he delights in the sound of your melodious laughter anyway.

“It was broken during a patrol, Tommy was with me. He was so concerned, I tried to get him to-” You looked up as you heard the sound of Tommy’s boots. He leaned against the doorway, raising an eyebrow at you flashing his charming, goofy grin at you as he heard the story you were telling. You looked at Tommy as you continued with the story “and I tried to tell you how to set it, quick and easy and you wouldn’t-”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you! I know you were in pain but it was awful and freaky!” Tommy playfully exclaims and laughs. He’d been terrified at that moment, he felt sick in his stomach, you knew it was broken and tried to talk him through it, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Mmmhmmm,” was what you said playfully rolling your eyes. “I ended up setting it myself and that scars just from the fracture and the skin breaking I guess.” You said it so casually.

“Well, food is here, Ellie’s already scoffing it down in the kitchenette,” Tommy said. You finished up with the last of Joel’s wounds, he got up and nodded at you, his eyes stayed a moment longer on your nose than they should’ve. You washed up your hands and Tommy waited for you. He pecked your forehead softly and you smiled at him letting out a small giggle as his mustache brushed against his moustache, making your way to the kitchen with his hand on the small of your back.

Joel sat down at the small table in the kitchenette with Ellie who was already hungrily wolfing down the food, you smiled at her imagining she hadn’t had a proper hot meal in forever if ever. Joel seemed horrified at her and told her to slow down, she just glared at him and returned to her food, which made you desperately try to stifle a small laugh.

“We have a couple of rooms, you’re welcome to stay and there’s hot water so you can properly wash up,” Tommy said, which you nodded at. Tommy got up to turn the kettle on, “Coffee, Joel?” Joel nodded and Ellie scrunched her face up at that. Tommy looked over at you to see if you were wanting a cup of tea, and you signed yes with your preference.

“Huh, so that’s how you know, Joel?” Ellie exclaimed taking a break from her meal and looking at Joel in wonder. Joel quirked an eyebrow at her.

“How he knows what?” You asked curiously.

“We-we-we met a boy, Joel knew some sign language,” Ellie said she was visibly upset when mentioning the boy but her face still had wonder in it.

“Yeah, Tommy and I learnt a bit of sign from the doc,” Joel said not meeting your eyes, he fixated on his food as he spoke. Ellie looked at you questioningly.

“How do you know it?” She asked.

“I’m a CODA,” you said softly smiling at her.

“CODA?” She asked curiously.

“Child of a deaf adult,” Joel said quietly. Ellie looked at you again, you became more and more interesting to her and she wanted to press more about the relationship between the three adults in the room with her. You nodded at what Joel said.

“Yeah, my dad was deaf.” After a pause you said, “he died early on in the outbreak. I grew up learning bilingual, I learnt Sign as I learnt English.”

“What about your mum?” Ellie asked. “She died when I was very young, I don’t remember her.” You said and offered her a small smile, Ellie had a similar situation with her mother and it felt a bit comforting to have your openness and that connection. She just nodded and went back to her food.

Soon Tommy brought tea to you and he and Joel drank coffee. Tommy had an arm over your shoulders, and you watched him. He was surprisingly more calm than what you’d have imagined in this situation. Tommy and Joel’s last in-person contact wasn’t pleasant and the communication via radio had been sporadic and there hadn’t been any in months, close to a year you thought. Tommy did seem slightly edge, and you noticed how he kept looking over to you and whenever you made eye contact he was checking in on you.

“Ellie, do you need a check up? I’m happy to do one and then we can go to the house.” You asked.

“No, I’m-I’m fine.” She quickly said too quickly for your liking, she was almost shouting it out. You knew something was up but didn’t say anything, you just looked over to Tommy to see if he noticed, which he had, his brow furrowed for a brief second. You noticed Ellie and Joel exchange a quick look.

“Okay, if anything comes up or if you change your mind just let me know.” You said, she nodded and Tommy started to get up, “how about we head over now?” The others nodded and followed. The others waited on the small patio at the front door of the clinic while Tommy helped you into your jacket. You held his hand and had your other hand holding onto the bicep of the same arm you were holding hands with. He walked slowly, he always did when he was with you like this, worried about your state.

You quickly got to your home, Tommy and Ellie made their way inside. Ellie found it so bizarre, seeing a house, a house from before, Joel found it equally bizarre but in a different way. It was hauntingly surreal, a reminder of the past. Tommy squeezed your arm softly then went to show them where the bathroom was with the towels and giving them toiletries. You heard conversation, you couldn’t quite make it out though but you heard Tommy say something and then his golden laugh, it sounded like it elicited a laugh from the young girl as well.

Tommy came out and stood beside you in the kitchen, he brushed his hand over your hair and pushed a strand behind your ear, you closed your eyes and sighed out softly against his touch.

“Ellie’s in the spare room, Joel is showering. We should get Isabel.” You looked at him and nodded.

“Does he know?”

“No.”

You nodded your head and bit your lip. He’d been visibly upset over your pregnant stage, you didn’t know how he’d react to seeing that you and Tommy had a child already. You knew he’d be able to tell soon by the house but you didn’t want to deal with the stress of this situation or to put Isabel through this, especially in her own home.

You made eye contact with Tommy, tilting your head, whispering “and why the fuck does he have a teenager?” Tommy chuckled and shrugged, he just shook his head and offered you a small smile “I have no fucking idea buttercup.”

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You were walking back to the house with Isabel, and Tommy. You’d gotten some clothes for Ellie and Tommy had given Joel some of his to have. You listened as Tommy tried to gently explain to Isabel why there would be new people in her home.

“Your uncle Joel is here, visiting.” Tommy said, “your brother?” Isabel looked up at him and excitedly asked, Tommy, nodded. “Yeah, and he has Ellie with him, she’s staying with us as well.”

“Ellie?” She asked, and you nodded “she’s cool, you two might be able to be friends. She’s a bit older than you though.” is what you said and she looked up smiling. You were holding onto Tommy’s arm again and Isabel was holding his free hand occasionally trying to swing from it and Tommy would always indulge her. As you were getting to the steps of your home she asked if Ellie liked to draw and Tommy laughed, just saying he wasn’t sure.

Isabel stepped inside, immediately taking her shoes off and running in, excited to meet the new people. She had a mischievous joy much like her father. Tommy laughed watching her, and you went to put clothes for Ellie in the spare room, she was in the bathroom so you just knocked on the door and told her, she shouted out her thanks.

You made your way back to the living spaces of the house, Joel heard the commotion and stood up from the living room, walking closer to the sound. A blur of a child was running and she accidentally stumbled into him, which made him exhale but Joel put his hands out and leaned to catch her from falling over. He let his hands go and looked at her curiously, she looked up at him and giggled.

Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young girl, it was instantly clear that she was Tommy’s daughter, her smile was the same large, lopsided grin, she had dark curly hair like Tommy’s but it was longer, the big, warm brown Miller eyes, and their tan skin. Joel noticed that she had your face shape though and your nose and that when she mirrored Joel’s confused face her expression was uniquely you.

“Uncle Joel?” She asked softly, Joel smiled at her, he felt a bit sad but he was taken aback at how she had a soft nature in her voice like you just not as quiet, she also seemed quite assertive for a young girl.

“Uncle Joel, this is your niece Isabel.” Tommy proudly said, he smiled as he watched Isabel. She looked more like Tommy than you but he loved to tell everyone that she had all the best parts of you.

You were standing in the doorway now, watching the scene. Joel’s head turned as he heard you, he quickly saw the anxious look on your face and how you were nervously chewing your bottom lip. He quickly put his attention back to the young girl in front of him who was smiling at him.

“Well, you’ve got a killer smile kid.” He said as he knelt down and was now at her level. She giggled and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, he was shocked but hugged her back. He’d hugged Tommy when seeing him but he hadn’t been hugged like this. He hadn’t received the kind, innocent, pure love and joy that children had in them since Sarah. It saddened him and she soon pulled him away to show him the drawings in her role, he quietly followed her.

You weren’t expecting that to have gone so well. Joel seemed repulsed at the concept of children years ago and he wasn’t as warm or sympathetic as Tommy but he wasn’t reserved with Isabel like he usually was with everyone else. You walked over to Tommy, feeling confused, exhausted and emotional.

“Did he say how long he’s staying here for?” You asked as you buried your head into the crook of Tommy’s neck. Tommy shook his head and whispered no as he wrapped his arms around you and caressed your hair, he kissed you softly on the top of your head. You were starting to feel extremely tired and you just wanted to bury yourself into Tommy’s warmth and melt under his touch. You tilted your head slightly, “I think I need a nap.” You mumbled against his neck, he smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of your head “c’mon buttercup, let’s get you in bed.”

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Tommy walked in, quietly opening the door, he smiled at the sight of you in bed. You had a mountain of pillows around you and were sleeping on your side. He watched you for a moment and then came over to sit on the other side of the bed. His movements woke you up, you’d always been a light sleeper and it was amplified during pregnancy.

You looked up at him and smiled, you put your hand up to cup his cheek and he closed his eyes, you gently guided his face closer to yours after a moment and pressed a kiss to his lips. He softly nibbled at your bottom lip and you opened up your mouth to give him access, he slid his tongue in softly and you ran your hand through his hair and lightly tugged at the roots of some of his curls. You broke the kiss off for some air and he ran his thumb along the side of your face.

“What’s Isabel doing?” You asked softly.

“Her and Ellie really hit it off, I think she quite likes kids,” he said while continuing to trace patterns with his thumb on you. “They’ve been reading, Ellie has a book of puns, I don’t even think Isabel gets half of them but she’s laughing so goddamn much.” He said with a big smirk on his face and a soft chuckle. He then ran his thumb over your kiss-swollen lips and then down your neck. He paused for a moment “Joel’s with them, he’s occasionally laughin’ as well… I just wanted to check on the beautiful Mrs. and the other munchkin.” he said.

“Okay, so… why were you here in the room, that your amazing wife is sleeping in, and not spooning her?” You asked smugly and you see Tommy’s eyes twinkle.

“Because I was too busy watching her sleep.” He says with a little laugh as he pecks a kiss on your cheek. You laugh at what he says and feel your cheeks heat up over how ridiculous he is and how he brings you so much joy. Your laugh deepens as he presses some more kisses to you and his moustache tickles your skin. Tommy had always been clean-shaven pre-outbreak, he never admitted it but the main reason why he kept his groomed facial hair was that he quickly learnt how ticklish you were and he would take up every opportunity he could to make you laugh and smile. It was his favourite sound in the world.

“That’s so not creepy at all, Tommy Miller,” you said as you continued to laugh.

“That’s just part of my Southern charm buttercup,” he said with a smirk that made his whole face glow, he pressed another deeper kiss to your lips and you stroked his cheek as he did and wrapped your hand in his curls again. “And I don’t think I need to remind you, that you feel for that, hook, line and sinker.” He said with another little laugh as he broke the kiss.

You rolled your eyes at him but still laughed, it was genuinely admirable and attractive how cheesy he could be even with everything that had happened in the last 20 years. “Did these lines and habits work for you very well before?” You asked him playfully, “no, I just wanted to save the best ones and sleep-watching for marriage y’know? More romantic that way.” He said between more kisses, this time he was trailing them along your jaw and down to your neck as you giggled.

As he continued to kiss you, your hunger for him was growing, especially as he kissed that spot on your neck that he knew drove you nuts. He gave it a little lick and moved his mouth slightly, you let out a little melodic moan and you felt a pool of dampness forming between your thighs.

“Tommy-Tommy, I want you,” you murmured. He stopped his trail of kisses for a moment and looked at you, you could see that the hunger was in his warm brown eyes too. He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and swirled his tongue around your mouth, you moaned out against him and he felt himself becoming even harder at your sounds.

“We’ll be quick and quiet, okay baby?” He asked, and you nodded. “Good girl,” he said as he kissed your forehead. He started to strip you and you let him, once you were stripped, you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down. You palmed him after doing so and then kissed him hungrily.

He helped position you back onto your side, and he asked if you were comfortable, you nodded yes. You felt him get into the spooning position, the back of your body was pressed against his chest and stomach. He moved his arm over and ran a finger through your folds, you moaned out softly.

He then ran it over your clitoris in a circle a few times, it was so sensitive, you closed your eyes and bit onto your lip trying not to moan as he then moved that finger and inserted it inside of you gently.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet already. Is that all for me?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded, then whispered, “yes, Tommy, it’s all for you.” He pressed a kiss against your hair, “I’m so lucky baby, you have no idea how lucky I am to have your wet pussy.” He continued to finger you softly, he then inserted another finger, and his thumb began to give attention to your clitoris. You gripped the sheets letting out small moans while biting your lip.

“You’re such a good girl, always so good and so wet for me buttercup,” Tommy said as he started to speed up his pace a little bit, you groaned out and you could feel his thick member pressing against you and you just wanted to be filled by him, desperately.

“Please, Tommy, please,” you stuttered out as he continued to gently but passionately unravel you, “please, what?” He asked teasingly, his thumb pressing a little bit more pressure on your bundle of nerves as he did. “Please, just fuck me, I need you now.” You quietly whined out. He kissed your neck, sucking lightly, “of course baby, you know I love hearing you but we need to be quiet remember.”

You nodded your head and gasped out as you felt him slowly enter you, the tip pressed against your opening as he entered inch by inch he’d wait a moment and give a couple of thrusts, allowing your body to adjust to him each time. Tommy was considerate and he was aware that pregnancy made you so much more sensitive. You gasped out each time you got more of him and bit your lip when you finally felt his full length.

His hand ran along your breast gently, as he thrust into you, he groaned softly into your ear and he felt you clench around him at that, it turned him on more and you thought his groans and moans were one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

He was building a pattern based on what he knew you liked and being guided by what made you clench tightly around him or squeeze his hand tightly. He squeezed your breast more tightly and he could feel how wet you were, your juices were starting to flood out, “oh fuck baby, you feel, so, so good” he muttered into your ear. You nodded and squeezed his hand, you loved his praise and quietly moaned out “I lo-love how you feel inside of me Tommy.”

He sped up his rhythm and you bit your lip so hard to keep from screaming his name, you were sure you would draw blood at any moment. Tommy kissed the top of your head softly in between panting, the gentle nature of the kiss was a stark contrast to the rest of the scene. You whispered asking Tommy to go even faster and he chuckled, “you want me even faster baby?” He asked and you stuttered out a barely audible yes. Tommy smiled and he obliged, his moans were getting harder to suppress and you wish he didn’t have to. You just wanted to hear his moans and nothing else at this moment. He obliged and picked up the rhythm once again, you were starting to unravel even more, you could feel yourself starting to get close to your climax.

“I’m getting close,” you whispered out to him, he nodded and kissed your head once again. He kept the same pace and whispered “good girl, I can’t wait to feel you finish all over my cock while it’s still pumping into you, baby. Are you going to come for me?” He asked and you nodded, quietly moaning out a yes. “Such a good girl, I want you to come, I want to feel it.” He said, his words, edging you along closer to that destination. He ran his thumb over your nipples which made your breath hitch, then his other hand went to working on your bundle of nerves as he kept up with that pace that was making you unravel.

You closed your eyes, balling the sheet into your hand, biting your lip hard to stifle your moan, you were finishing, while he was still inside of you, and it was a glorious high. Tommy could feel it and he loved the feeling of it, the way you clenched around him and the flooding warmth of your orgasm. “Oh, you’re such a good girl,” He huffed out, his grip on you a bit tighter, “I’m nearly there baby…” He said in between thrusts and squeezed your breast. You nodded and whispered “I want you to finish inside of me Tommy, please? I want you to fill me up with all of you.” “Fuck baby, I-I-I will…” He said, holding onto you as he finished inside of you after a few more pumps. You moaned out and felt him press numerous kisses against your head.

“How are you feeling? You’re okay?” He tentatively asked, brushing his fingers across your hair. “Yeah, I’m fine sweetie, that was amazing.” You said as you started to run your fingers over his hand by you.

He nodded, “Yeah it was, like I said, I’m pretty lucky.”

You huffed softly at that and enjoyed the feeling of him against you and inside of you. He had finished but he hadn’t pulled out yet. You wished that he never would need to but that wasn’t the case, not even in this more idealistic reality.

“I love you,” you said softly, “and I love you more,” Tommy said as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You knew that he would have to get up soon, you’d both have to get dressed and go back to awkward interactions, it didn’t make moments in Tommy’s arms any less precious though.

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I see your horny era has started and that’s fine and all… but aren’t you forgetting something?

After all… You promised us Logan Lee 👹

The outline has been sitting in my notes for like 2 weeks! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE ME DO THIS

Horny era ended, now Logan lee is my best friend

Logan Lee x Reader: Nice

Friends to more? Mostly from Logan's perspective. 'Fuck' counter: high. Sorta builds upon this but without Workers

The incident with Zoe Park left a sour taste in your mouth.

No. That's underplaying it.

More like you tried to wash out the taste of vomit with curdled milk.

You distance yourself from Logan Lee.

Logan isn't one to approach someone peacefully. He's as surprised as you are that he catches up to you before class.

Whatever. He's standing in front of you now. Might as well just come out with it. "What's wrong with you?"

You notice he's not happy, but you can't bring yourself to lie. You're disgusted. "I can't get over how cruel you were to Zoe. You're such an asshole."

He recoils, "The fuck?"

"And to everyone too! I can't believe I didn't see it before. I hate bullies."

Glowering at you, his hand clenches into fists. You don't care if Logan does anything to you, and you don't regret your words.

"Fuck off then," is all he gives before walking away.

What the fuck was that? It's bad enough that Zoe rejected him. Now you're being a bitch too?

"Fuck you," he mutters, "You're a stupid slut anyway."

That's the thing though, you're not. Logan knows you're not. His usual insults to protect himself from hurt - bitch, slut, whore just aren't true. Are they ever true, he wonders.

No. No. Fuck this introspection bullshit.

Logan stares at you in class, his eyes burning into the back of your head.

Occasionally, your eyes would meet and you would immediately look away.

Damnit. Where was your usual smile for him? Where was the cute little wave you did sometimes?

When you used to do it, he would just grunt and ignore you. And now he actually misses it.

That's it. You've just pavlov-ed him. You were playing mind games. That must be it. You fucking-

... What mind games though? You made yourself perfectly clear. Shit.

Logan sighs and absentmindedly return to his sketches. Is this what it's like to miss someone?

No, he reasons. He doesn't miss you at all. You're a nobody.

Logan lies to himself even as he doodles your face.

None of this sits well with Logan. It's been days since you've stopped talking to him. Who cares about you?

Not him.

Why the hell are you so upset anyway.

You need to learn that people are cruel. It's the way of the world. You need to get over yourself.

Logan briefly considers geting back at you for making him feel this way. Yes, that's what he should do. That's what he always has done.

He calls out your name, storming up to your desk, looming over you as you stare with big round eyes. With apprehension and fear.

Fuck. Logan hates it. He's used to seeing it in other people's faces but he realises he never wants to see it in yours.

Is he losing his touch? Is this guilt? Why does it feel like this stomach is in knots.

Whatever. He leaves.

It's a bad habit.

Logan lies at home, scrolling through your social media feed. You don't update often, but it makes him feel a little better. Seeing your face. Somehow still being a part of your life.

No. Wait. Fuck. He slams his phone down. Is this... pining? Does he... like you?

Fucking Zoe and now you. Why does he just like whores-

Logan imagines your face if you knew the names he calls you. Why can't you actually be a bitch? It would make things so much easier. It would make him right.

But you're nice. And Zoe is too.

It doesn't matter anyway. You hate him now. You think he's an asshole.

Peering into the store, Logan can clearly see you. You're chatting away to someone, and he feels a pang of jealousy.

Who is that good looking bastard? God he would love to just snap their spine in two-

Ah, he's getting derailed. This isn't what he's here for.

Logan had the bright idea to bump into you at your job.

"Oh Y/N. What a funny coincidence. I was just in the area. Shopping. Shopping for clothes. What am I holding? Oh uh. I found these flowers. You can have them if you want."

Ok, so he hasn't exactly worked out what he would say to you. So fucking sue him.

And it's not like he's here to apologise. Like he said, it's a coincidence he's here and you're here. Fuck off.

As Logan's hand reaches for the door handle, he pauses. Is this actually a good idea?

He thinks back to your anger on the first day. To how you have avoided him. To him confronting you.

(Even Zoe intrudes into his thoughts, and he feels a flush of shame.)

You said you hated him.

What the fuck was he thinking, approaching you at your work. It would only make you more uncomfortable.

Logan angrily shoves the flowers into a bin.

Nothing rouses Logan out of his dour mood. Everyday, he feels more and more adrift.

He doesn't speak to Jay Gal Gong; ignores Vasco and Zack and Vin Jin, even if he would have beaten them up before.

(That's not strictly true. He punched Vin Jin once, found no joy in it, and kept to himself since.)

Every time Logan wants to be cruel and lash out, he remembers the exact emotions painted across your face and the wind is taken out of his sails.

One day, he gets the strange compulsion to be nice to Zoe.

He hasn't thought about her in weeks, but she's all he can think about today.

No, not like that.

And no, not to apologise. Well, not really. But maybe to just. Talk. Without any ulterior motive.

That's fucking stupid. Like she wants to be reminded of you.

Logan's apathy returns.

"Leave me alone!" That sounds like...

"Y/N!" Logan calls out, running towards the direction of your voice.

He finds you angrily staring down a few guys. Huh, he didn't think you are that brave. Do you have no self-preservation?

"Y/N!" He calls again.

You finally look at him, and he feels seen. "Logan?"

One of the thugs shout, "Is this pig your boyfriend?"

"Fuck off!"

Logan feels laughter bubbling up at your response. The expletives at odds with your sweet disposition.

"Come on," your hand grabs onto Logan's wrist and he allows himself to be dragged away.

"I can fuck them up for you?" he offers.

But you don't need it. You never did like the violence.

Long after you leave, Logan still feels the ghost of your hand on his skin.

There's a hesitant tap on his back. Who the fuck woke him up from his nap?

"Thanks for the other day,"

Oh. It's you. At his desk. Just like how you used to be. This is... nice. You don't look happy, but your anger seems to have subsided.

"Uh..." he eloquently responds and you giggle.

Has Logan ever heard you laugh before? How is the sound so bewitching? And did you always look like that when you smile?

Shit, Logan feels himself blush and ducks his head back down, pretending to return to his slumber.

"You're welcome." His voice is muffled but you can hear him anyway.

You told him once that it's nice to be nice.

Logan called you a moron and you just tutted at him.

And well, Logan Lee is not nice. His baseline tends to flicker between cruel on his worse days, or just unkind on his better ones.

Nevertheless, he continues to keep to himself a bit more, stays out of trouble.

Logan thinks of your smile and your laugh, and it calms him.

He finds it's nice to walk around without the constant anger and rage, like he doesn't need to carry that weight with him.

He could just... be.

You seek him out. Your whole body language is tense. Combative.

"I hate bullies. You're a bully."

Logan thinks about it. He is. "Yeah."

"You admit it?"

"So what?" He feels like an ant under the magnifying glass as you scrutinise him.

"Why have you been so... " You pause, not quite sure how you would describe his behaviour, "normal lately?!"

He grunts in response and you know you won't get anything else more.

You deflate and any trace of fight leaves you.

Logan can't remember the last time he apologised. He's not sure if he has ever even apologised and meant it.

The boat has long sailed for Zoe, but he feels like he owes you something.

Logan leaves one of his drawings of you and a gift on your desk.

Just as he's about to run off, he hesitates. Fuck it. He's gotten this far. Hastily, he scribbles 'Sorry' in the corner of the page. It's barely legible.

The next day, Logan finds the unopened gift returned and sitting on his desk. His heart slumps until he realises that the drawing isn't there.

When you meet Logan's eyes, you give him a smile and a small wave.

He doesn't hide the blush blooming on his cheeks.

You've noticed his change over the last couple months. The growth.

Everybody did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

Maybe you should even give him a chance.

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