Chris Hemsworth Imagines

The Invasion (Jed Eckert)

Jed Eckert x Reader
Warnings: angst, guns, death (no major character deaths)
Words: 3219
A/N This doesn't have Jed's death scene, but in this story, beyond my writing, JED DOES NOT DIE! Goodness gracious, why did they kill him...

You stand on the side of the bleachers with Tom Eckert, watching the Wolverines football game. You both cheer for Matty, Tom's son, who is like a little brother to you.
You've been the girlfriend of Jed, Tom's older son, since you were 12 and he was 14. You two grew up together and you'd always follow him around, trying to impress him. You always loved to see that look in his eye, the one that sparkled with pride when you did something amazing. You'd usually just end up embarrassing yourself though, then turning red as a tomato, causing him to laugh.
Your dad had always said that you weren't allowed to date until you were 17, unless it was Jed. You had always laughed it off with a blush, calling him crazy.
No one but the two of you were surprised when you started discovering the romantic feelings you had for each other. The relationship started slow, but it was wonderful. Everything fit into place, and your bond became even stronger.
When Mrs. Eckert died, you didn't know what to do. She had been like a mom to you, especially since you didn't have one. You tried so hard to help, but they were grieving, and nothing you did could ease that raw pain. Jed had completely shut everyone out, but you were there in the moments when he craved comfort. You held him until he couldn't cry anymore, and you gave him every ounce of comfort you could give. When he told you he was leaving to join the Marines, it broke your heart even more, because now, you were losing him too.
You cried, and he held you, while he told you this was something he had to do. You insisted to go with him to the airport and he didn't argue. Much.
At the gate, he had told you that he didn't know when he'd be back, didn't know what it'd be like and that it'd be best, for you, if you weren't tied down to him. You had refused adamantly, and told him that you had not spent your entire life with him, just to throw it all away now.
You told him you'd wait. No matter how long he took, you'd be there when he came home, waiting with open arms. His eyes had watered, and he whispered about how stubborn you were and how much he loved you, before he kissed you goodbye.
At first, it was hard. Showing up to school alone, while listening to the whispers of the other kids gossiping about you. Jed had already graduated, so you would've been going to school alone for another two years anyway, but now that he was gone, it was as if, for the first time in your life, you were completely alone.
You hardly ever heard from him. You always wrote, telling him about anything and everything. Even though he rarely replied, writing to him kept you sane. In one of his first letters, he sent you a copy of his dog tags, which you treasure and haven't taken off to this day.
In the wake of his leaving, you started having dinner again at the Eckert house every Friday night. Your family's used to do that together, but fell out of the habit years ago. Some Friday's your father would come, some he was busy, but you were always there. It made you feel like you were closer to Jed when you were with his family.
Many have called you a fool for not excepting the truth, that he's gone and not coming back. But you still keep your promise to him. You've stayed faithful.

"How's he doin'?"

Your head turns before your brain can catch up. Jed. Your Jed. Standing right there, like it's the most normal thing in the world. Your mouth suddenly feels like it's coated in sand, and you can only stare at him.

"Take it outta bounds!"

You see his eyes move across the field, watching his brother. You hear a buzzer go off somewhere, and you see Jed sigh before he turns around to start walking back toward the cars. But that's when he locks eyes with you. Your mouth is still hanging open like it has been for the past five minutes, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"Y/n..."

Your lips starts to quiver, and you quickly nod your head 'yes'. He breathes out, he's eyes looking over every inch of you, before licking his lips.