— you held her hand as the two of you sat in the med bay, your angry gaze contrasted how softly you were holding onto to her, as though you were worried she'd break
note: reader uses she/her pronouns
warning: mentions of death, blood and violence, reader is on a cursing spree
stephanie brown x reader
donna's version will be out later.
753 words
request: hi!! can i make a request for either donna troy or stephanie brown (you choose, really, i love them both and cannot decide) where the reader (she/her) confesses her love for one of them after a really scary situation? thank you in advance!! :)
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steph's gaze flickered from you to your hand that was currently holding hers as your face refused to meet hers,
the hospital light didn't worry her anymore, but you not meeting her gaze definitely did.
for a minute she felt sorry for the door that had to take your glare, she definitely didn't want to be in its place.
she squeezed your hand gently, "you shouldn't take my anger out on the poor door, y'know?"
there was a moment of silence before you turned to her and for the first time that night, she could see your eyes. under all that anger, there was a layer of concern, fear and after a few moments it struck her.
you were scared of losing her.
she'd acted without thinking tonight, she was reckless. more reckless that she usually was and that's what scared you.
you weren't mad at her for almost ruining the mission by jumping in, you were scared that the goons could have gotten an upper hand. you were scared of losing her.
there was something else too she saw in your eyes too, the guilt of not being there. tonight if you were even a minute late, there was a chance it could have been spoilers last, no take backs this time.
she'd cheated death once, but you weren't ready to take that risk again, none of you were.
"it's not on you, y/n, it was my fault. i should have waited," she responded, hoping to get you to speak.
she looked at you with pleading eyes, trying to get anything- any reaction from you, she'd take you yelling at her but just not your silence.
"then why didn't you?"
your voice was tense, barely holding back your anger.
she knew you were about to go after the goons, you would have, but at then she was your priority. you'd let them go for her.
but in that moment, she wasn't sure if the anger was towards the goons or at her.
"i'm-"
"sorry doesn't fucking cut it steph," you cut her off, "you could have died today, if that son of a bitch got his shot right, you would have died."
"we lost you once brown, none of us would we able to go through it ever again, so what if i lost you again?" your voice became quieter, a broken whisper, "what if this time, it was for good?"
you stood up, anger returning to your voice, "what would your sorry do then steph? what use would it be when i will be crying on your fucking grave, wishing i'd been faster?"
she was quiet, finding her hands really interesting all of a sudden, she didn't think of it like that.
"what if, and get this okay, i spent every single day of my fucking life regretting the fact that not only did i fail in saving you but having to live with the fact that even though i had the chance, i never once told you that i liked you, more than a best friend should, that i fucking love you? that from that moment on, my entire fucking life would be me imagining what could have been but wasn't because of your stupid, reckless ass. do you have any clue what it could have been like?"
you were breathing heavily, panting almost before you took a deep breath, calming yourself down, "i know this is selfish and that i shouldn't be talking about me and my feelings right now, but i couldn't have lived without you."
"i was so fucking scared steph, you need to stop doing this, please" you pleaded, looking back at her, her face was full of guilt as you sat back down next to her, "steph, my point of telling you this isn't making you feel guilty, what's done is done, my point is, please don't ever ever ever do this again."
stephanie took a deep breath, her eyes were glassy as she grabbed your hand, "i'm sorry y/n, i'll try okay? i promise, i'll try my best okay? you won't lose me, you won't live with that guilt of not telling me, i promise, because i love you too, i'm here," she promised
you gently pulled her into your arms, softly crying into her hair. the night shook you up and getting it all out, it just made you cry a lot. you needed to know she was around.
"i'm right here," she whispered into your hair, "i'm not leaving anytime soon y/n, not anytime soon."
The Blessed Bear here. I’ve updated my queue again. It’s now two posts a day.
It was five before but as I’m going to be busy with university, i might not be on as much as I’d like to update my blog. So there’s going to be some awesome stuff coming out none the less. Enjoy.
Wrote a little about (or should it be a ‘preface’ like in storybooks?); added a submission in case somebody would like to send a picture, a tale or a link to be reblogged/posted; and the index is up to date. I’ve also added a few more Baba Yaga stories in the queue for good measure.
