Summary: being called names didnât phase you, but when you became friends with a Wayne. A certain name threw the Wayne off when it was towards you.
âANNOYING LIL SHIT!â An adult yelled at you, throwing a carton of milk at your head as you scattered away. Chest heaving as you didnât mean to get caught by the owner of the store, you were only trying to survive. You didnât even notice eyes were watching the whole altercation. Running is what you learned to do, surviving is what you were meant to do.
It happened again at school, âannoying lil shitâ is what they called you. It didnât hurt of course, but it harmed you physically as you got pushed against a locker. Head hitting it first than your body. Laughed roared across the halls as the bully goes to kick you. 1, 2, 3. You breath as you try to keep the agonizing sounds in. You were hoping your new friend wasnât watching you. Damian Wayne, you were shocked to see he took interest in you.
Maybe you thought he did for pity. But really he did cause you were the only one that actually understood his artistic critiques. As you felt a kick that actually took your breath away, your vision started to blackenâŚwords from others started to fade as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
The last thing you heard and saw was black clean shoes running towards your bullyâs one. And a yell of help from the pathetic scream of your attackerâŚ..
Maybe your hero has cameâŚâŚ
Damian stood over you with worry in his eyes but a cold stoic face. His hands balled up as he scoffed at how reckless you could be. You couldâve asked him to help you, you couldâve used him for money for all you cared. But you didnât. You were..annoyingly stubborn.
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Warnings: mentions of medication, adhd!reader and platonic pet names
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Today you had planned to hang out with Nick, Matt and Chris. You set an alarm to get up, but slept through it. You only slept over by twenty minutes, but that was enough to send you in a frenzy, knowing the guys were coming to pick you up soon.
You quickly jumped in the shower and got dressed in a record fifteen minutes, grabbed your phone, purse and keys before running outside to see the familiar car pull down the street.
"Hey kid!" Chris exclaimed, rolling down the window to greet you.
"Hi!" You replied, hoping in the back alongside Nick.
"Why are your shoes untied?" Nick questioned. You looked down and realised he was right.
"Oh, I woke up late so I was rushing." You admitted.
"I'll tie them up once we get to the mall, okay?" Matt said, making you nod.
Matt then began driving, you happily sang along to the music that was playing, whilst looking at your phone. Nick noticed you had looked at ten different things within the span of a minute.
When you arrived at the mall, you all got out and you went to dash off, seeing a sale in a store, but nearly fell due to your untied shoes. Luckily, Chris caught you.
"Hey, kid, slow down." He said with a giggle.
"Forgot they were untied." You said.
Matt came and tied your shoes for you as Chris held you in place. Nick silently observed you, noticing how you bounced on the spot slightly.
"Let's go!" You cheered, dashing across the car park and inside.
"She's bubbly today." Nick mentioned as the three of them followed behind you.
"You think she took her meds?" Matt suggested.
"Probably not, you heard her, she was in a rush." Chris replied.
"Just keep an eye on her, I'm not losing her in the mall." Nick instructed.
Matt and Chris nodded as the three caught up to you, seeing you looking in a window at some shoes. You all browsed for a bit, buying some stuff that caught your attention.
"I'm hungry." Chris mumbled as you walked around.
"Food court is that way." Matt said, pointing to the left.
"Foodddddd." You cheered.
You four then headed to get some food, all deciding what you wanted. It took a few minutes but you finally decided and went to sit down with Matt as Nick and Chris ordered.
"Petal, did you take your meds today?" He asked.
"Umm....no." You answered.
"I forgot." You added.
"It's okay bub, was it cause you were rushing?" He responded, making you nod.
"I'll try to remember to take them later, I swear." You replied.
"Hey, we're not mad sweetheart. Nick just noticed you were a bit distracted and bubbly today." He mentioned.
You nodded and played with the rings on his fingers as you waited for Nick and Chris to return. Matt wanted to ask you another question, but thought to wait for his brothers.
When Nick and Chris returned with food and your favourite drink, you thanked them before you all began eating. You listened to them talk, but kept getting distracted by everything around you.
"Hey, kid. We wanna ask you something." Chris said, tapping your shoulder.
"Oh what is it?" You responded.
"Well, we've been talking and know you sometimes struggle living alone, which we know can be hard, so how about, you move in with us?" Nick asked.
"Wait really!" You screamed.
"Yeah. But don't think negative, we know your able to live alone, but we know you've said it's lonely and we can support you with your medication." Matt said.
"That would be cool!" You said happily.
The three smiled, happy you accepted, knowing they were doing it out of support and love.
Hey umm so i have this idea for a fic and i would love to request it!! So basically, eddie (metalhead who is great at sewing) is best friends with reader (baseball player who sometimes end up with ripped clothes after practice).
But the thing is, no one knows about them being friends because they are rarely seen in the same room together. So when the hawkins squad saw eddie stitching a baseball shirt with reader by his side, the others freak out like "dude, you're friends with [reader]????"
So like yeah, just some fluff and maybe funny stuff happening.
And uhhh i hope you dont mind making it platonic only and with a gender neutral reader... (shout out to the they/thems out there <3)
Stitches and Surprises (Eddie Munson x platonic!Reader)
Warnings: None really, just pure fluffy friend!Eddie, some cursing but meh
Word Count: 1.4k
Note: As per my lovely Anon, gender neutral reader.
Playing sports was something you loved doing, even if it took up a lot of your time but it simply was so exciting to you. You smile at your friends, waving goodbye to them as you walk towards your car, duffel bag at your side. You sigh as you sit, letting the car rumble for a bit before going over to your bag to grab a bottle of water. You unzip its opening, frowning as your eye catches all the dirty uniforms and sports shirts that very desperately need a wash.
You pull into your houseâs driveway, kissing your parentâs hello as you head straight for the washing machine, wanting to leave your laundry load running while you eat dinner and let it dry while you take a shower. As you take out all the items out of the bag you start separating the colorful shirts, making sure no white garment getâs in the colorâs load. As you finish up you whine, picking up your â86â Hawkins Tigersâ baseball shirt, frowning as you watch one of the sleeves hanging off in an awkward manner. âThatâs rightâ you think, your mind traveling back to a couple days ago when you were in the locker room, tripping over your own feet as you tried to race out of there, accidentally grabbing your shirt as your pants and ripping one of the seams as you tried to stick your foot in it.
You leave the laundry room, sticking everything else into the washer and heading towards the kitchen. âHey guys, is it okay if I head to Eddieâs for a bit? My shirt needs stitching.â you ask, heading into the kitchen while your parents talk, muttering something about the Johnsonâs bee infestation down the street. Your mom's head perks up a bit, letting you know her attention is on you, âSure, let me pack you your dinner, bring the rest to Wayne.â she says, quickly getting a small tupperware for you, and a medium sized tin to stick in the rest of the large meal. â You know back in my day, the kids sewed their own stuff up.â you dad laughs, jabbing at your very real inability to do so. âYeah well in this case, this child has a perfectly helpful raging metal head as a friend, who just so happens to sew his own patches onto his jackets.â you sass right back, thanking your mom for the food. Your dad laughs as you pick both your meal and the one for the Munsons, placing your folded shirt on top, âOkay kiddo, whatever you say.â
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Your car rumbles quietly as you see the trailer park ahead, pulling into the rows of small homes, careful not to run anything over. You stop near Eddieâs trailer, parking and turning your car off as you grab the food and your shirt. You walk towards the entrance, knocking slightly, seeing that Eddie is home given his vanâs location right next to the trailer. Wayne opens the door grinning as he sees you, â Y/N! Long time no see kid, what brings you round these parts?â he asks, giving you a quick hug and stepping aside so that you can walk in, propping the door open with a wooden triangle to let some of the outside breeze in. âOh my shirt has a freaking rip, you know how bad I am with stitching so Iâm bringing it to Eds, my mom sent you some food though.â You smile, raising the tin in your hands. Your ears catch the echo of a voice, and an equally familiar bush of slightly damp dark curls emerging from the back of the trailer. âDo my ears deceive me or have we been blessed with the amazing Y/N Y/L/Nâ his frame dramatically jumps towards you, smiling wide as he takes you into his arms. You return his smile, wrapping your arms around him for a quick squeeze. âKeep it down boy, the neighbors will hunt me down if you wake up their baby.â Wayne scolds, scooping some of the food from the tray into his own tupperware. âOkay well that spawn has been a âbabyâ for the past like decade.â Eddie mocks, with a nasly almost Italian accent. Wayne only rolls his eyes, snorting, â All right, just keep it down. I'm heading to work. See you in the morning.â he responds, giving you both a small hug before leaving with his bag and food.
Eddie turns to you, âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â he plops down, knowing your weird liking to sitting on the floor. âMy fucking shirt man, I was rushing out of pratice like a few days ago and I accidentally stepped on it like weird. See?â you hold the flimsy item up, allowing him to see where his work was needed. He laughs, clearly amused with your clumsy nature, shaking his head as he speaks, âAlright, lemme get my stuff, you dearest friend of mine please pass me a plate of whatever your motherâs magical heads whipped up.â he shakes your shoulders, walking off while you grin, never a boring moment with Eddie Munson.
Youâre chatting and munching away, Eddie finishing his food before you despite taking breaks from it to neatly stitch some thread in and out of your shirt. âNo dude Iâm telling you, those girls nearly ripped their coachâs head off when they lost. They literally abuse him!â you joke, Eddie barking with laughter at your over exaggeration of a game you saw when visiting your cousins in another town, not being able to believe how a group of teenage girls can rough up their coach. âYouâre fucking telling me that girls that looks like freaking Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz are bullying their coach?â you grin but before you can respond with another joke, footsteps behind you catch your attention, the voices belonging to the bodies calling out to Eddie. They stop mid sentence,
Standing in Eddieâs doorway are some freshman from his club, Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair, a smaller middle school aged girl who you only recognize as the latterâs little sister and most notably, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and a girl from school, Robin Buckley. They stare at you like you're covered in bees, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. âUh, guys. The hell are you doing here?â Eddie questions, confused as to why his friends were visiting at nearly 7 pm. You watch the boy you recognize as Dustin gulp, pushing his way into the trailer, âUh um, you never showed, we were gonna have a movie night at Nancyâs remember? 6 pm bring snacks? He stutters, still not taking his eyes off you. âOh shit, yeah I forgot to phone in. I got home a little later than usual, I was gonna be late. But uh, this is Y/N, Y/N -â
âY/L/N yeah we know.â Steve chimes in, not believing his eyes. Eddie Munson, sitting with one of Hawkinsâ most notable athletes, Y/N Y/L/N. ââYou guys know each other?â he asks breathly. âOh yeah, weâve been friends for a few years now. I was just here to have Eds stitch a rip in my tee.â You smile, still slightly creeped out with how many new eyes are just blatantly staring into you. âOh. Oh cool.â he steps back, relaxing a bit. Your eyes shift to Eddieâs as an awkward and very uncomfortable silence falls upon his room. Nancy smiles, âWould you like to join us for tonight? We donât usually get to meet other friends of Eddieâsâ she says, pointing outside. âOh, yeah sure, sounds fun, if that's okay with everyone.â you glance around, laughing slightly as you get a string of âOh yeahâs, and âTotallyâs. You grin back at the girl, âCool.â you watch as Nancy ushers the group away, a very noticeable conversation starting the second they step outside.
âBoom.â Eddie chimes, holding your shirt up to display his newly stitched work. âDude youâre the best.â You smile, taking your shirt from his hands. He smirks, getting up quickly and grabbing his keys. âLet's go, I'll give you a ride.â he says, making sure to turn off all electronics. You follow him outside, Nancy yelling over to follow along with her car. You both nod, climbing into Eddieâs van, clipping your belt on knowing how rowdy of a driver your friend is. You smirk, âSo, hanging with King Steve now huh?â which only gets you a small shove on the shoulder, Eddie turning his radio on to play some music for the ride, âShut upâ he laughs.
Man I love me some bestie Eddie fics, thank you for requesting Anon.
Warnings: bad dates, cursing (?), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Golden trio x platonic reader
*not my gif*
Summary: After a date gone wrong, you turn to your three best friends for comfort
A/N: This is really short and I quickly wrote it while I was bored today so itâs not very good- and I tried not to make the reader specific to one house- also I wrote the date to be gn :)
Please donât plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but Iâm asking that you donât steal my hard work
You sniffled, tears running down your cheeks as you ran from the Three Broomsticks.
You had just been in there because you had a date with a cute Hufflepuff kid who had asked you out a week ago.
You had been ecstatic that they asked you out, and immediately said yes.
Hermione, one of your best friends, had been thrilled for you and helped you plan and outfit and do your hair and makeup.
She had also agreed to distract your other best friends, Ron and Harry, who were like big brothers to you, just like Hermione was like a big sister, and didnât exactly like the idea of you going out on a date.
When you got to your meeting spot though, they hadnât noticed you approaching them and their group of friends, and you heard them talking about how asking you out had been a dare.
The Hufflepuff was never actually interested in you, they just didnât want to back out on a date in front of their friends.
You had always been a bright and bubbly girl, who never seemed to let anything get her down, which is why the sight of tears on your face confused everyone who you passed while running away from the restaurant.
Hermione had told you specifically that she would keep Harry and Ron busy in shops like Honeydukes and Zonkos, so you knew which ones to avoid while on your date. Which is how you knew exactly where to go.
You ran right into the candy store, not caring who saw you or what they thought, all you wanted was to see your best friends.
You threw open the door and barreled inside, looking for any signs of familiar mops of red, brown, or black heads of hair.
Your eyes immediately locked on a red head with a knitted hat who was at least a head taller than everyone else in the room and you ran to him.
âRon.â Your voice came out small and quiet, not like your normal loud and happy voice.
He turned around in confusion, looking right over your head before realizing that the person talking to him was shorter than he was, and looked down at your small, crying form.
âOh, hey n/n! Hermione said you werenât feeling well. Are you feeling- whoa, whatâs wrong? Why are you crying?â He hurriedly asked, leaning down and putting his hands on your shoulders, examining your face.
Instead of answering his question, you asked one of your own, âWhereâs Hermione?â
Ron didnât question you further, instead he gently rested a hand on your back and led you through the sea of people to where Hermione was.
Her back was facing the two of you as she looked at some chocolate frogs on one of the shelves.
âHermione.â Ron called out, getting her attention.
âNo, Ron!â She said, whipping around with a glare on her face, âI told you, no more fizzing whizbees! You will die of sugar overload- oh, Y/n. What are you doing here?â Her mood abruptly changed to one of concern as she saw the look on your face.
You just looked up at her with tear filled eyes, which was all she needed to come to the realization of what happened.
She gently draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to her comfortingly as she steered you out of the shop, but not before walking over to Harry and grabbing on the back of his collar, yanking him after them, ignoring his shouts of protest.
She simply continued walking, holding you close and dragging Harry, with Ron following behind.
In different circumstances, you and Ron would both be laughing your arses off, but Ron was worried about you and you were too busy trying to stop crying.
âBlimey, Hermione.â Harry complained, rubbing the back of his neck once she finally let him go when the four of you made it out into the woods, away from prying eyes.
She ignored him, turning to you and holding you at arm's length, eyes scanning over you, âWhatâs wrong, honey?â
You sniffled, rubbing your eyes and then nose, âTh-they said it was a dare.â
Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion, while Hermione looked down at you with sadness, âOh, n/n⌠Iâm so sorry.â She brought you into a hug that you gladly returned, holding onto her tightly.
âWhat is happening?â Ron asked, confusion evident in his tone and expression.
Hermione looked down at you, trying to confirm if it was okay to tell them.
You nodded your head, looking down and shuffling your feet.
The brunette sighed, âN/n was asked out last weekâŚâ
âWhat? How? Who?â
âBy who? I demand to know who.â
The two boys immediately burst out, but were silenced with one look from the brilliant girl.
âShe was asked out, and she showed up only to find out that they were dared to ask her out.â Hermione said slowly, warily eyeing the boys to make sure they didnât explode.
Instead, they stayed silent for a moment before Harry walked over to you and pulled you into a hug, something you were very grateful for.
Ron was rubbing the back of his neck, âIâm sorry that happened to you, n/n.â
You shrugged, feeling slightly better now.
âHow about this?â Hermione piped up, âWe go back to the common room and have a relaxing day for just the four of us while everyone else is still in Hogsmeade?â
You nodded with a small smile, it truly did sound amazing.
So thatâs what you did, you all spent the afternoon lounging around Gryffindor common room just talking and laughing.
And of course they would never admit it, but your three friends may or may not have been the reason that a certain Hufflepuff ended up in the hospital wing after a âpotion gone wrongâ.
Thomas Shelby was a man of few words, and now, he was a man of no words as he read the letter that was addressed to him in a handwriting heâd known instantly. The grief that held his body was strong and he knew it wasnât going to fade with time.
Tears fell silently, never seeming to end or slow down as he read the four words that adorned the paper over and over again. Never seeming to end.
Patience and hopefully, forgiveness.
Y/N was never one to say more than what was needed. Her words were carefully chosen before speaking. Elegant, Polly used to say. A woman of few, but wise words. She was like a younger Pol running around. Sheâd always been that way, and in due time the Shelbyâs understood her without much of a thought. They never complained, that was just how their sister was, but now Thomas wished he didnât understand her way of speaking. He wished he never understood a single word that came out of her mouth, because maybe then his heart wouldnât hurt and his body wouldnât ache.
He knew full and well what her letter meant. Patience. Thomas knew Y/N never did anything that would jeopardize their future plans. He shouldâve known that there was a reason she got acquainted with their biggest enemy. He shouldâve known, but when he had walked into Changrettaâs office and found Y/N standing over his right shoulder after not seeing her for 3 months, he couldnât help but see red. His brothers and cousin stood dumbfounded as they looked at Y/N who didnât seem bothered by the slew of nasty words that were thrown her way by her best friend and brother. After the betrayal of Grace, he wasnât holding back. He said things to Y/N that he wanted to say to Grace. The harsh words that were meant for his ex, and now current, lover were now thrown to a woman he deemed a friend and sister.
He never regretted his words, not until now. Not when Changretta was dead, and it didnât take a genius to figure out that it was the inner-workings of Y/Nâs plan. The reason why she stood by that foul man for years, seeming to do every dirty work he threw her way. With her help, Changrettaâs reach was world-wide. There wasnât a continent his business wasn't on. The wealth never seems to end. And now? Now, Changretta is dead and his power, reach, and business was at the palm of Shelby Company Limited.
Y/N was a prowess in their line of work. No one wouldâve thought of it at first glance. She was of average beauty. She wasnât slim, nor overweight. She was average weight, and slightly more built than women of her time. She had beautiful locks, but it wasnât noticeable. Always in a bun, and oily from days without washing her hair. She was too busy with this or that to properly take care of herself. This woman was average to the normal person to a stranger and passerbyâs. But to the Shelbyâs and the Peaky Blinders, she was so much more. If Thomas was the brain of the operation, Pol was the backbone, John and Arthur the muscles, then Y/N was the legs of it all. She was always there to support them to get them where they needed to be. She was the reason the company had moved forward when the siblings seemed to want different things. Y/N had kept running when the rest seemed to lack the will and courage to move on. The legs learned how to walk at an early age, and now it moves without as much of a single thought from the brain. It carries the load, and keeps the rest moving forward. They move with little to no thought, knowing what itâs purpose is, but always in command of the brain, no matter how small the command may be. It moves itself, but itâs destination is always predetermined by the brain. And now, it seems that the legs have moved faster than the brain could think.
Forgiveness. There wasnât anything for Thomas or the rest of the Shelbyâs to forgive. She was there through their struggles. When they didnât have enough to get a meal, or get proper clothes for the seasons. She was there when they were dirt poor, and when they finally got a little money to spare. She knew their ambitions, and never batted an eyelash when they had slaughtered their way to the top. Hell, she partook in those killings. She knew their ambitions, because she had the same. She wanted to succeed. She didnât want to suffer for food, see her family starve or ever need anything ever again. It appears that her ambitions were bigger than theirs.
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Summary: A murder of someone from Kimâs past brings back someone she thought was gone.
Warnings: murder, mentioned SA, mentioned Abuse, and mentioned kidnapping (please do not read if you find this triggering)
Word count: 1117
Gif not mine
Kim Burgess sighed as she took a sip from her morning coffee, She was currently sitting beside her partner, Sean Roman, who was also drinking his coffee. An early start without coffee was no way to start the day so they shad take 5 minutes personal, to go grab coffee.
For a Tuesday morning Kim was lost in thought, she had the weirdest dream last night, one that she just couldnât shake from her head. For some reason Y/n L/n had been knocking on her apartment door, covered in blood; definitely peculiar and a long way off what she was like in high school.
Y/n L/n, Kim Burgessâ best friend during High school. She was quiet around others but filled with personality, bossy and outgoing once you got passed her shell. She had been the sweetest woman that Kim had ever met, but the way her dream portrayed her, was cruel. Her eyes dull, with blood all over her face, with dark circles under her eyes, a hollow face and tears tracks that ran down her face that sent shivers down her spine. It bothered her even to think about it⌠the topper on the cake, Y/n L/n was meant to be dead.
âWhatâs wrong Burgess?â The voice of her partner shook her from her thoughts, she looked over at Sean and smiled, ânothing, just thinking.â Taking another sip of her coffee, their radios started talking, â2113 shots fired on 118th street, assistance required. Do you copy?â Burgess nodded and Roman, as she notified back,â2113 responding.â They turned on the sirens and made their way towards the scene.
By the time they got there, only the paramedics and a DOA where left, the shooter nowhere in sight, they had searched the perimeter and the only thing was a blood trail that stopped suddenly near an abandoned house. Roman had gone in the opposite direction in search of the weapon, leaving Kim to search the house herself.
She crept though the door that was left slightly ajar, Kim had her gun drawn and her flashlight on. The floor boards where creaky in certain places that she stepped, and she winced at the sound. A scuttling sound took over the deafening quiet of the house, âCPD, show yourself!â But nothing moved. Kim continued to search the house, but nothing came up. Eventually she had no choice but to leave, they needed to find the killer quickly.
ââ
The DOAâs name was Timothy Campbell. A name that Kim too well knew from high school, one of the jocks that had made peoples lives hell.. she went home, tired that day, intelligences had taken the case and they would be reporting to them tomorrow to help. With whatever willpower she had left she started making herself dinner, more specifically Mac and cheese.
The smell wafted through the apartment making Kim forget everything that had just happened today for a couple of seconds before a knock at the door. She turned the gas stove off and made her way to the door, there stood the exact same figure in the doorway as her dream⌠the womanâs face was hollow, her hands had dried blood on them, her e/c eyes looked dead with tears in them. Her clothes were also in tatters, but she recognised the faceâŚ. âY/n? But youâre dead.â
ââ
âKimberly?â Your voice rasped, âis that really you?â Your friend nodded and quickly ushered you into the place she was at after seeing your clothing. âY/n, youâre dead, thatâs what your mother told me.â Kim said as she hugged you tight, you started sobbing, âI killed him, Iâm sorry.â
Kim froze and barely whispered, âwho Y/n? What happened?â âTimothy Campbell. I killed him.â You started sobbing harder, and Kim hugged you tighter, telling you to calm down. After a little while you stopped crying as hard and Kim pulled away from the hug, and faced her best friend. âHey do you want to go get a shower? Do you know where you left the gun?â You nodded and pulled a 9mm from your jacket pocket and put it on the table, pushing it to Kim, âI..I didnât know what to do⌠he kept me hidden for 8 years andâŚâ your voice trailed off and Kim just pulled you in for another hug, both your clothes were covered in blood. âLet me call someone, Iâll explain the situation and weâll get the case dropped.â
You wanted to disagree but you knew Kim wouldnât put you in danger. âHere let me lead you to the bathroom, you can take a shower and Iâll get you some fresh clothes. Donât worry about anything, Iâm glad you came to me. How did you know I was a police officer?â
You coughed, âplease, I knew you werenât going to be an air hostess forever, that vibe just wasnât you and you always talked about being a cop⌠I missed you Kimmy.â She smiled at you too, âyeah it was kinda obvious, I missed you too Y/n.â
She lent you some clean clothes, with the promise of a shower afterwards while also changing herself out of the clothes she was wearing.
Next on the list, call Hank Voight.
âVoight.â
Kim braced herself for this conversation, âI need you to drop the case.â
Whyâs that?â
âBecause the girl who killed Campbell was abducted and abused by him, she done it in self defence.â Kim whispered, âshe genuinely believed this was the only way she could get out,â Kim explained, trying to prove a point.
âYou believe this story?â Voight asked,
âWell the girl was dead until now, hell, I went to her funeral and now Iâm looking at the murder weapon. Iâd be a shifty friend if I didnât believe her.â Kim snapped, and immediately regretted it. âsorry itâs been a long day.â
Voight replied, âso sheâs your friend.â
âYeah, we went to high school together.â Kim confirmed, âplease Voight, sheâs been through enough.â
âIâm coming over.â
That was the last thing that she heard before the call ended, Kim could only hope that he saw it like she did.
ââ
As Voight left, Kim couldnât help but sigh in relief and hugged Y/n tight against her, Voight had taken the 9mm and your bloody clothes to get rid of them, as well as call Mouse to wipe the apartment footage of your arrival.
You couldnât help but feel relieved, no charges would be pressed and you would be able to get your old identity back, and perhaps your old job back as a paramedic, if you retook and passed the updated test. But right now, it was just good to be back in your best friendâs arms.
Hey! I saw that you are doing requests and I thought why not?
How would undertale skeleton brothers react to Their best friend singing a song to them? And the lyrics they said to them is "Carry the peaces and the coolest of nights and carry my sorrow in kind. (Name), you are loved so much than you know. May troubles be far from your mind....and forgive me for being so blind"
(basically the reader knows about the resets and want to say sorry for being so blind not to see it)
Thank you so much! Also, if weâre operating on the knowledge that Papyrus knows about the resets Iâm assuming this takes place in a scenario where Sans/Frisk/Flowey has revealed them to everyone.
First things first, they both pay you compliments for your lovely singing voice.
Youâll likely have to clarify that this was your way of expressing your guilt and apologizing for being blind to the pain the resets was bringing them.
Papyrus is quick to dismiss your apologies. In his eyes thereâs nothing to apologize for. However, heâs very empathetic to your emotions, having gone through the exact same guilt.
It hurt him very deeply to know that Sans was going through something so terrible and couldnât talk to him about it. Even if he had good reasons.
He assures you there is nothing to be sorry for. You couldnât have possibly known. HE didnât even know!
Sans is a little quieter.
He echoes his brotherâs opinions that you have nothing to be sorry for but also thanks you for taking the time to acknowledge it.
Living through the resets really messed him up mentally, and still do to this day. Itâs very hard for him to open up about it.
He just pats you on the back, âlisten buddy, you ainât gotta be any more sorry about it than i am. after all, itâs a sore-y subject.â
He grins and laughs as Papyrus scoffs.
Papyrus ends the moment with a group hug, still muttering about puns under his breath.
