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neighbor!joel miller/dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: Rated 18+, CONSIDER THIS YOUR COMMUNITY LABEL minors please dni, smut, age gap, oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v, praise kink, light choking, dom!joel, dirty talk, pet names. can you tell i have a thing for car sex. Probably more but…yk.

a/n: im so grateful you guys are giving me the opportunity to share my writing with a huge community. I cant thank you enough. This has been an outlet for me emotionally that i never anticipated. I love writing and i love love love reading your feedback. just for all the love you get double the smut. thank you again. please enjoy.

if u wanna listen to a song while reading, Let The Light In by ldr was playing while i wrote this lol. apple music spotify

wc: 5k (jesus)

this is apart of my small dbf!joel mini series, read the previous parts here:

part i part ii part iii

if you would like to read more of mine: masterlist!

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door. “Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit. “Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer. Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses. He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster. “Need you — please, just —” “Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck.

You try not to think about Joel — somewhere in the back of your mind you know it’s dangerous that he occupies so much of your brain at all times.

But you really can’t help yourself.

Especially when his stares linger a bit too long.

Or when your dad makes burgers and Joel’s thigh grazes against yours under the table.

And definitely not when his hands find your waist when everyone is shuffling around the kitchen, putting dishes away.

And it might physically hurt to ignore him when Sarah convinces you to run into the ocean at midnight and he’s waiting with towels for you on the deck — his hands brushing your ass when he wraps the towel around your body.

You thought you might have been doing an okay job at it, until you find yourself outside his bedroom door, contemplating knocking. You really didn’t want to seem desperate. But the tug in your lower stomach sends you forward, bracing your hand to knock.

You look to your left, Sarah's room is at the end of the hall and your dad’s is around the corner. You tiptoed through the dark hallway to get some water and you couldn’t help but walk past his door — to your surprise the light was on — seeping out under the door into the hallway.

You hear him moving. And the light turns off at your feet. You gasp and move back. But he opens the door, and catches you outside his room.

He meets you with a curious face. You read the silent question etched into it.

What are you doin’?

You shake your head, attempting to convey an overall I wasn’t doing anything vibe but he gives you a knowing look that makes you blush.

He nods his head towards the stairs and moves past you.

You follow his figure. He’s wearing pants that hug his hips and a t-shirt. He’s very simple. Yet he’s very Joel, and you can’t take your eyes off him.

He leads you into the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge, you sit at the table.

When he joins you, it’s almost like you’re both too scared to make any noise, you sit in silence, watching him as he tips the beer, sipping it, while keeping his eyes trained on you.

You aren’t dressed for the occasion, and it's a bit cold, but you don’t think he minds.

“I was just getting some water,” you manage to get out, your voice a bit hoarse.

“Sure,” he replies, tipping his beer towards you, chuckling a bit.

“What? I was,” you say defensively.

“Your room was the other way,” he notes, shrugging.

You blush and try to hide your face.

“Whatever.”

“S’alright, baby,” he says coolly — like his words don’t shoot down right to your core, “Just didn’t know you were so needy.”

“Fuck you,” you mumble, a laugh crinkling your eyes, “You’d like that,” you bite.

He laughs too.

“Maybe I would,” he says.

A few beats pass. There’s enough tension at the table you could cut it with a knife.

“You wanna tell me?”

“Not really,” you tease him with a smirk, “I was just surprised you were awake is all,” you say when he doesn’t respond, leaning back in your chair.

He lets out a huff and downs the rest of his beer.

“Could say the same ‘bout you.”

“I’ve got some things on my mind,” you say sheepishly, teasing.

“Yeah?”

You nod.

“What things?”

You stand, stalking towards him, he parts his legs to let you slot yourself in between his thighs. He looks up at you.

“Don’t be an ass,” you mumble while looking at his lips, “You know what things.”

“I don’t play guessin’ games.”

“I’m not playing any games,” you quip back.

Something in your tone switches the conversation.

It sort of stops Joel in his tracks. He looks up at you, and then his hand finds your hip, pushing against the bone. His fingers dip into your shirt, rubbing over the bruise he pushed into your skin from earlier — he bends to place a chaste kiss to the bruise. It makes your breath hitch. You think he might push you away, or tease you for being bratty with him. But he looks up at you with caramel brown eyes.

“On your knees then,” he says, stone-cold.

Your eyes widen, and you look around the kitchen in shock even though you know you’re alone with Joel.

He looks up at you — maybe a little shocked that you comply so quickly without putting up a fight. But you were a goner the second you walked by his room and your body is dropping in between his legs before you know any better.

Your knees hit the floor and you sit back on your heels, settling in between his feet.

He groans and pushes forward to rest his elbows on his knees, looking down at you. One hand grabs your face, tilting it up so you’re looking at him. The hold on your jaw squishes your cheeks a bit.

“You want it?” he says.

Your eyes intuitively look down to his zipper.

You nod.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you let out as best you can with his hand on your jaw.

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” Joel groans. His hand keeps your jaw in place, the other undoes his belt and frees his cock.

“Thought ‘bout me all night, huh?”

You nod out of habit.

“What I just fuckin’ say?” he shakes his head, the hold on your jaw comes down to your throat, squeezing gently.

“Yes — yes,” you say quickly.

You look down to his cock again, the tip of it gleaming with precum. It sends a white heat straight to the apex at your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper, looking up at him, “Can I?”

Joel can’t resist you. You both know that much.

“Alright,” he drops his hand from your throat. “C’mon princess.”

He leans back slightly. You spring to your knees, not waiting for his permission, and take the tip of his cock into the heat of your mouth. The saltiness of it hits your tongue and you whimper around his length. It makes him groan.

“Shit.” you hear him curse above you.

He gathers your hair, raking it up into a mess at the top of your head. You suck and lick his tip, teasing him a bit before he gets impatient and pushes your head down. You don’t mind his advances, bracing your tongue for his length.

But he’s big.

Bigger than the few you’ve had — and you choke when he hits the back of your throat. You brace yourself on his thigh, trying to take the little he’s pushing you down on.

“You can take it baby, c’mon. Slow.”

His words shoot straight down to your cunt. You try but you’re not used to his length.

“Chokin’ on it, c’mere —” he makes a move to pull his cock from your mouth but you whimper and slide in more across your tongue. He groans, “— fuck, baby.”

You want to take more. You know you can take more.

“Doin’ so good,” he grunts when you swallow more of him, “Fuck — you —”

Joel's hand holding your hair moves to your face. He runs his thumb across your cheek. It makes you look up at him through your lashes. His praise rings in your ears, and you can feel your hot slick dribble down your thighs.

He stares at you taking him — mouth slack with lust. His rich drawl, velvet, coaxes you down further.

“Goddamn angel —” he moans, “— so fuckin’ perfect.”

His head tips back in pleasure when you take what doesn't fit in your mouth into your hand.

He wipes the tears that spring from your efforts away with his thumb, looking at you kinda sympathetically.

“Attagirl, fuckin’ made f’me, baby,” he whispers. You look up at him again, because it sounds like he might actually mean that. You press your thighs together at the thought.

His words become quiet whimpers mixed with groans as you bob your head, steadily taking more — replacing your hand with your mouth.

“In your fuckin’ throat,” he hisses out when your nose brushes against the mess of hair at the base.

He slots his fingers through your hair, his hands, frantically touching you anywhere he can scramble to.

When Joel goes silent you know he’s close. His soft breath becomes pants above you.

When he grips your hair hard, you know he’s teetering on the edge and who are you to deny him?

His hips slightly cant towards your mouth, chasing his high, and he spurts down your throat in hot succession. He lets out a string of curses followed by your name. It makes you blush as you swallow.

You release his cock from your mouth, sinking back onto your heels as you rest your cheek on his thigh. His breath rises and falls and you watch the place where his heart should be rhythmically moving.

“Don't fuckin’ look at me like that,” he says, shaking his head and trying to avert his eyes. You look up at him, lazy, the slick between your thighs is enough to put a tortured look through your brows.

His thumb wipes your chin, some cum dragging across your swollen lips, and sticks his thumb back into your mouth as you suck it clean.

“Jesus, baby.”

“What?” you smile back at him.

Joel looks down at you, resting against his knee, in between his legs, your eyes lidded with lust and exhaustion.

He bends down to kiss your lips, and then your forehead, whispering into your skin —

“You’re killin’ me.”

Everyone takes it easy the next morning, Sarah dips into the ocean in the afternoon, you help your dad with lunch.

It's uneventful but it's nice.

Your dad suggests going to the boardwalk for dinner, which you all agree to, Sarah wanted to check out the rides there.

You slip into a dress, your dad said the restaurant was a bit fancy. You’re just grateful you brought a dress in the first place. You meet everyone downstairs, Joel looks up at you descending which makes you laugh a bit. It’s sort of like prom when you first come down the stairs and your date is waiting for you. Or like he’s prince charming and you’re Cinderella.

But you get snapped out of that trance quickly.

“Ready to go kiddo?” your dad says, moving towards the entrance.

You smile at him, Sarah comes to your side, linking arms and goes on about how there's a ferris wheel and carousel on the boardwalk, across from the beachfront restaurants.

You all pile into the truck, Joel in the driver’s seat. It's a short walk but it’ll be easier to drive with so many people.

Your dad was right, the restaurant is a bit fancy. And it feels like you’re suffocating when you sit down across from Joel, Sarah at your side. He looks up at you — you blush and smile to yourself, opening the menu. It’s far too formal for the four of you, but it’s a nice change. And you like seeing Joel in a button down.

Dinner drowns on — you aren’t really paying attention to much because Joel��s foot keeps bumping into yours. Maybe it’s accidental. Or maybe it's a silent plea.

Sarah’s voice snaps you out of it.

“Please dad?” she asks, having cleaned her plate.

You remember them talking in the truck, Sarah saying something about meeting a few friends her age on the beach.

“They down near the rides?” Joel says, gruff.

“Yes, dad. Like I’ve told you a million times,” she rolls her eyes and Joel laughs a bit, waving her off with a twenty and telling her to be safe and get back by midnight.

The two men turn their attention back to you.

Joel’s foot knocks into yours again and you shoot him a look — though he doesn’t seem to be paying it much attention. You’d be lying if you said the uncertainty of his touches left you completely unbothered.

You finish dinner with a coffee, the men have their drinks.

You can't really think about much else until your dad's voice snaps you out of it.

“So, what do you think?”

But he's not talking to you. He's talking to Joel.

“What do I think ‘bout what?” He asks.

“Dude—” your dad is sipping at his whiskey, “Theresa?”

Doesn’t seem like appropriate conversation when you’re present but that doesn’t really cross your mind because who the fuck is Theresa?

“Uh, yeah she’s nice, man,” Joel says awkwardly.

Nice?

“Nice?” your dad scoffs, echoing your sentiment.

Your dad looks over at you — “Been tryin’ to set Joel up with a lady,” he says, explaining. But it feels more like a punch in the face. Your eyes widen, you choke a little on your coffee.

“Oh,” you say. Joel doesn’t meet your eye, “She from the neighborhood?” you inquire, thinking about the woman from the barbecue.

Your dad nods.

“She’s a teacher,” he says. “You probably met her at the barbecue.”

He turns back to Joel.

“She likes you dude,” your dad says. “Think she’d be good for you.”

That feels less like a punch in the gut and more like you got roundhouse kicked in the face and slammed into the ground. You try not to let it get to you.

“Just don’t know if I’m lookin’ right now,” is all he says in reply. You try not to look at him, but your brain subconsciously makes an effort for you, peering up at him through your lashes. He catches your eye quickly — and drops it in just as much time.

Your dad grunts in response, waving down the waiter to get the bill.

“What ever happened to that Liam kid?” he says, talking to you now.

“Oh,” you reply kinda absentmindedly. You haven't really thought of Liam in a couple days. His texts remain unopened in your phone.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

“Hm, nice kid though,” your dad claps Joel on the back, “Ain’t you think so?” he says, talking to Joel now.

“Sure,” Joel lets out in his rich drawl.

Another tap on your foot.

Joel’s eyes stare into yours but he doesn’t look angry — it's more of an expression you can’t read.

He isn’t mad right?

“Yeah,” you say, the conversation dying down.

Your dad doesn’t see your stolen glances.

“Why don’t you go with Joel, kiddo?” he says, fishing bills out of his wallet.

“What?” You ask, shocked.

“Need to handle some work-things back at the house, but I heard the boardwalk here is nice at night,” he nods over to the exit.

You look at Joel tentatively. He nods towards the exit, giving your dad a handshake while you follow him outside.

The cool air hits you. You shiver a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself.

You fall into a steady stroll towards the boardwalk. You can see the lights from the ferris wheel a couple hundred feet ahead of you, the ocean water shining under the moonlight as you walk along the coast.

You look over at Joel, his hands digging into his pockets.

“Good dinner?” you ask, smiling.

“Mhm,” he says.

You settle into the night, walking towards the carousel lighting up the center of the boardwalk.

“C’mon, Joel,” you say, looking towards the small line waiting to get on. The lights shine a white-yellow — lighting up his eyes in the darkness. Kids scream. Adults laugh. It’s a bit too perfect.

He looks at you and huffs. Almost like a no is already trained on his lips from habit. But when he looks at you, he stops himself.

“Alright, c’mon,” he grabs you by your hand, interlacing your fingers and steps in line.

The previous ride ends quickly, Joel steps on the platform first, helping you up, extending his hand.

You both sit on one of the benches meant for parents. He drops an arm around you, like it’s second nature. You snuggle into it.

“Haven’t been on one of these in years,” he says when the music starts and the platform begins to spin. Some kids run by, trying to claim the best animal.

“Me too,” you say in reply.

You remember the last time you’d been on a carousel. Your dad and Joel organized a day trip to the state fair — though it feels like forever ago — during high school.

“State fair, remember?” You say, hesitant.

“Yup,” he squeezes your shoulder.

“Didn’t think you ‘member,” he continues.

“Of course I do,” you look at him, he meets your eye. “You gave me my first sip of beer.”

You wonder if that might strike a nerve. It’s more than a loaded statement — a bomb already counting down.

He huffs a laugh.

“Now look at you,” he says.

“Yeah, all grown up or something,” you say, teasingly.

“Or something’,” he echoes, with a huff, not meeting your eye.

A few moments pass.

You see a particularly pretty horse out of the corner of your eye. You begin to stand on the moving platform, Joel scrambles for your waist.

“The hell are you doin’?” he grabs you, standing.

You look back at him, entranced by the light circling his face. It looks perfect — he looks perfect. Picturesque. Hallmark. Like it could be a movie scene. Maybe in another life he would kiss you — with the horses spinning around you, the night sky staring down when he kisses you like nothing else matters.

But you know Joel.

And you know putting his arm around you was pushing his boundaries.

“C’mon,” you pull him towards the horse that caught your eye.

He grunts but follows you.

You get on, both legs on one side, stumbling a bit on the way there. But you’re having fun, and Joel is here and he doesn’t want to leave.

He stands next to the horse, looking up at you.

“Havin’ fun?”

“Loads,” you smile at him, he smirks back, hiding his face when you touch the spot between his neck and his shoulder, squeezing.

“You look pretty,” he cuts through the music.

You try to hide your shock.

Pretty.

It's not like this with other guys. Sure, they've called you pretty, some even called you beautiful. But with Joel, you feel like he really means it.

It also shoots down to the white heat building in your stomach.

“You clean up nice, Miller,” you say with a blush.

The ride ends, you both settle, walking through the boardwalk. A breeze rushes through, it sends a chill up your spine.

You wrap your arms around yourself to trap some heat even though your efforts are fruitless.

But Joel notices.

“Got a jacket in the truck. C’mon,” he says, turning to walk back to the truck parked near the beach.

You follow him.

It might even be on instinct, but you snake your hand through his, interlocking your fingers while your other hand holds onto his arm where the crease of his elbow is.

You don’t see him smile.

When you get to the truck he opens the back door, leaning in to grab his jacket out of the backseat. He wraps it around your body. The smell instantly fills your nostrils and shoots down to your core. It’s his heavy work jacket and it’s entirely too big for your small frame but you like it — love it.

When you finish putting it on, he looks at you, still standing by the open car door. He leans back against the seat cushion, looking at you with crossed arms.

“A little big,” you giggle, showing him your hands which disappear into the canvas sleeves.

“Looks good on you,” he says with a smile.

You walk towards him, he wraps his arms around you.

“Thanks,” you say into his chest.

Joel hums in response.

A breeze pushes on your legs and you can feel your nipples pebble against your dress — you think Joel can feel it too if his sudden stiffness is any indication.

You adjust in his arms, slotting yourself between his legs.

You can feel him.

“Kiss me,” you say, looking up at him.

“We’re in public,” he doesn’t look down at you, but you can see the muscle in his jaw tick. You don’t know why he’s being withholding. No one is nearby — Joel’s truck is the only one left in the parking lot.

“Please?”

“Not now.”

His tone might suggest he doesn’t actually want to kiss you. But his cock pressing hard against your stomach tells a different story.

“Joel,” you whine, wriggling against him.

“Quit,” he says.

You try to stop moving. But the feeling of him, hard, against you, makes your cunt throb.

He stops you before you make any decisions.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“Know you’re thinkin’ of somethin’,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Needy,” he complains.

You’re about to drop it. But his hand snakes around your waist under his jacket. The movement hikes your dress up, his hand resting on your low back.

You are — needy.

But you just need him.

“Joel,” you say, giving him a warning.

“What, baby?” he says, teasing.

“Please.”

Not a question — a statement.

A plea.

Joel looks down at you for a couple seconds. Then he taps your ass towards the inside of the truck.

“Get in,” he moves so you can crawl in first, spinning around when you get to the other side of the truck’s backseat, shucking off his jacket and hiking up your dress. He crawls in after you, shutting the door.

He’s quick with his belt, undoing his jeans in a frantic fashion — pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. His cock is free before you have the chance to pull down your panties.

Joel pushes your dress up more, revealing your underwear. He plays with the straps a bit, before pushing them to the side roughly. The sudden movement causes them to rip a little.

“Joel!” you say, as he grabs your panties and stuffs them into his pocket.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he pants, sucking a mark into your hip.

His fingers find your core as you lay down along the back seat, opening your legs, your thighs covered with slick. Joel’s thick fingers slide through your folds. His breath hitches and he lets out a curse to find you soaking wet, staining your legs.

“Fuck baby, you didn’t…?” he trails off, referring to after you had his cock in your mouth and he told you to get some rest.

You shake your head. “Waiting for you,” you pant, breathless.

“Christ,” he groans, playing a thumb on your clit as you writhe under him. “This all for me?”

“Yes — Joel — you,” you say through moans.

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door.

“Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit.

“Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer.

Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses.

He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster.

“Need you — please, just —”

“Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck.

“God—” you moan when he slides home, his hips pressing into your thighs.

Joel can feel you pulsing around him. You’re dangerously close already.

The windows gather condensation from your combined pants.

You try to angle your hips up to meet him, fucking him back as he thrusts slowly, but that makes him groan more.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he says, his thick drawl wrapping all through the truck, stoking the fire burning in your low belly.

You want more — no — need more.

You push his chest back. He looks at you confused but compiles. He sits back in the seats, you straddle him, pushing his cock towards your entrance.

You look at him. He stares back in awe.

“Baby—” you cut him off by sinking down on his cock, the tip sneaking past your entrance. He lets out a strangled groan.

You take him, inch by inch, feeling his girth stretch you out in an entirely different way at this angle.

“Fuck, feel so good, Joel,” you settle on top of him, both of your chests panting against each other as you grind your hips a bit. “So deep,” you moan out, cockdrunk.

His hands find your waist and hips, begging you to move — to do anything. You look down to his jacket on the seat. His work jacket. That he wears around the neighborhood. You’re not sure why but your dad’s comments about Theresa enter your mind.

“Do you have a crush on anyone in the neighborhood?”

“What?” he asks with a grunt. “I’m literally inside you.”

“I know, but…”

You shift a bit in his lap, the movement makes both of you moan out.

“Said she’d be good for you,” you manage to get out.

“Don’t really remember her,” he whispers, trying to push his hips into you. “‘N don’t agree.”

“You don’t like her? — ah —” you start rocking on his hips, chasing a high that's settled in your stomach on instinct.

“No,” he fucks into you, chasing his own.

“Then what do you think?”

His eyes dart up to yours, holding your gaze for the first time tonight, not breaking it or looking away.

“Think I like you,” he breathes into your cheek.

He says it with such a genuine tone even though he’s deep inside you. It makes your stomach do a flip, finding the urge to ride him incessant through your loud thoughts of what could be. When he says things like that it’s hard to ignore it any longer. When he looks at you like that you know you’re completely done for.

“Fuck —” you say, clenching around him.

You ride him, the notion of his words settling in your chest and pushing you towards your release quicker than you thought possible.

You’re coming before he can respond.

“Oh my — fuck, Joel,” you whine.

“That’s it, attagirl — fuck,” he goes silent, chasing his own high as you relax around him.

His hands urge you to continue moving. He kisses you, like a man starved. All your silent begging through the night erupting with one kiss as you come down from your high. It's like he was telling you at the restaurant — be patient and at the carousel — just wait.

Your stomach tightens at the feeling of his breath on your neck, sucking and biting and just smelling your skin.

You continue to ride him through your post orgasmic haze. He chases his own release like he's done the whole night.

“Oh baby — I —” he groans when you nip at his earlobe.

“Please Joel, wanna feel you,” you whisper into his ear.

He groans at that, pushing you down by your hips faster, you grind against him, a piece of clay destined to be molded to his body perfectly.

“Jesus — fuck,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you, sinking his teeth into your neck, and coming inside you with hot hands running over your back.

When he relaxes under you, he presses soft kisses to your temple, you tremble from the thought of his hot slick oozing out of you through the night.

“Did so good for me, such a good girl,” he whispers into the dark truck.

You slump against him, he holds onto you.

His words ring in your ears.

Think I like you.

You smile when you look at him.

“What?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.

“You said you like me,” you chide, teasing him.

“Shut up,” he breathes, laughing a bit.

“Don’t worry,” you kiss him, “I like you too.”

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norrisleclercf1 · 7 months

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heyyy can you write a fic for liam lawson you can write whatever feels good and if you can’t that’s okay too love your writings and mini lando series love -berry 🍓

A/N: I've never written for him before so I'm just doing soft cuddling and it won't be crazy long just trying it out

He was tired, the Singapore night had drained him far more than he realized. Liam was running on such a high, that when he finally lied down it all came crashing down. Eyes resting he couldn't sleep still running on that high.

Points in his first F1 race and his family is here? It was the best night. You found him laying hands threaded together, breathes even. "Kiwi?" His mouth jerks, but quickly flattens as you tiptoe deeper into the room. "Liam, baby?" When you don't get an answer in return you silently laugh.

"Tired hm?" You whisper, setting down your stuff and kicking off your shoes. Crawling onto the bed you lie on your stomach, he lays perfectly still. "I'm so proud of you, I don't care what that old bag of bones says, you deserve a seat. No matter where it is." You whisper, gently nudging him with your forehead.

Pulling away, you clear your throat moving your fingers to ghost over his features. Liam's nose twitches which has you stopping, but he sighs deeply sinking into the bed further. "I love you, so much Liam. I couldn't be prouder." You tense when he moves wrapping an arm around you, pulling you in. "I love you too." He whispers. Blushing, you can't help but hide your face in his shoulder smiling.

"You're awake?" He smiles, not opening his eyes he chooses not to embarrass you. "Just woke." Voice laced with sleep, Liam pulls you closer kissing your forehead. "Good, now sleep." Scooting closer he snuggles in closer, smiling.

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Naughty High School Adventures (1) - Kinktober 28

Summary: Why do you date an asshole? That’s what Sam and Dean want to know.

Pairing: Janitor!Sam Winchester x Teacher!Reader x Gymteacher!Dean Winchester

Warnings: shy reader, two guys want one girl, awful boyfriend, mentions of cheating, a hint of making out, implied cucking/cucking, jealous Dean, language

A/N: Because I have no self-control, I turned this one into a mini-series.

Kink: Cucking

Idea by: @moosekateer13

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Sonofabitch!“ Dean barely has the time to jump aside as the guy he despises almost runs him over with his brand-new bike. “Don’t you have eyes, idiot! This is a high school parking lot, not a racetrack!”

“What the fuck!” One of Dean’s colleagues exclaims loudly. She barely had the time to hide behind Dean’s car to not end up under the man’s bike. “What a loser!”

“Exactly,” Dean agrees. “That dick-less loser always makes such a fuss. I can’t believe Y/N is dating that asshat.”

“Well, she was lonely for a while. Maybe Y/N believes no one else is interested in her. She’s a little shy and always looks a little nerdy. Her taste in clothing isn’t better.”

Dean furrows his brows. “What?” He cocks his head to glance at his colleague. “But she looks cute. Did you see her outfit today? I liked the gray sweater, pleated skirt, and black flats. She looked so small next to me.”

“What is going on?” Sam, Dean’s younger brother and the new janitor at the high school asks. He cocks his head to watch his brother frown deeply. “Isn’t that the cute teacher you tried to hit on?”

“Shut up, Sammy. Her douchebag boyfriend almost ran me and Lisa over,” Dean grunts as he must watch the teacher he tried to invite for weeks walk toward the douche almost running him over. “I hope she doesn't get on that bike. That asshat doesn’t even wear a helmet.”

Sam grins. “Dean, she won’t get on that bike. Y/N is a responsible person. Plus, she’s got like ten books, her laptop, and a bag.”

“You're right,” Dean nods thoughtfully while watching you and your boyfriend. “Bastard didn’t even offer to take her books or shit.”

“Hmm…maybe we should lend her a hand?” Sam dips his head to look at his brother. “You know, to help her carry the books and all.”

“She’s talking to her…” Dean frowns as the cute teacher turns back around to stomp toward the building. “Uh-oh, I guess she’s mad at him. We should check on her. Right?”

“It’s the right thing to do, Dean,” the younger brother agrees. “The building is almost empty, and I need to lock it. Everyone is already on his way home to enjoy the weekend.”

“Oh…OH!” Dean looks at his brother, smirking darkly. “We shouldn’t leave her all alone at the building. That would be ungentlemanlike.”

“Y/N,” you startle when Dean Winchester, the gym teacher, enters your classroom. You wipe your eyes and try not to show that you cried. “Is everything alright? My brother wanted to lock the building and saw you walk back inside.”

“I-“ you sigh deeply and shake your head. “My boyfriend bought an expensive motorcycle. I can’t believe he’s a thoughtless dumbass.” You huff. “My car broke down, and I asked him to pick me up. And he…he comes here with a brand-new bike while I cannot afford the money to repair my car. We talked about sharing finances and he goes off, spending money on things like this.”

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t waste your time on that asshole,” Dean steps inside the room, eyes trained on your face. “How about I drive you home, Y/N?”

“Really?” You gasp. “You will?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean brushes your excitement off. He acts as if it’s not a big deal for him to drive you home. Your boyfriend always made a fuss if you dared ask him to drive you somewhere. “But I need to help my brother first. I promised to help him collect the balls at the gym.”

“Oh, I can help too,” you lick your lips. “He’s always so kind.” You get up from your chair, pressing your thighs together at the thought of spending time with Dean and his younger brother. “He helped me more than once since he’s working here.”

“Sammy is a nice guy, and smart. He’s just a little shy around pretty girls,” your colleague flashes you a grin. “He only works as a janitor to make some extra cash for Stanford. He’s going to be a lawyer.”

“That’s great,” glancing at the books on your desk you sigh deeply. “Thank you for offering your help. My boyfriend is…”

“An asshole?” Dean offers, making you gasp.

“DEAN!”

“It’s true, sweetheart. A man shouldn’t treat you like he does,” your colleague argues. “I saw how he treated you firsthand today.”

You huff. “Can we not talk about him? I’m already fed up. We wanted to spend the weekend at his parents’ cabin, and now he’s having a sleepover with his buddies to do God knows over the weekend.”

“Let’s forget about your deadbeat of a boyfriend. How about my brother and I show you how a woman like you should be treated,” Dean grabs your books and laptop. “I promise we won’t do anything you don’t like. Give it a thought.”

Dean flashes you a smile making you go weak in the knees. He’s holding out his free hand, offering something more than a ride home.

You take his hand without hesitation and say, “Will your brother be around too?”

“Oh sweetheart, he cannot wait to get his hands on you.”

You didn’t know what you expected would happen if you followed Dean into the gym to join his brother. But you knew they were up to more than chit-chat.

At first, you talked a bit and helped Sam pick up the balls. He was a little shy but smiled the whole time. “Thank you for the help. This way I can finish work earlier.”

“Sammy is a little shy,” Dean suddenly stood behind you to whisper in your ear. “But I know he’s burning to bury his fat cock in your sweet cunt, Y/N. What do you say? Do you want to have two men satisfying your needs for once? I know that limp-dick of a boyfriend didn’t do you right.”

“Dean, I—” you licked your lips. Sam was suddenly more interested in cupping your face with his large hands than cleaning the gym. “We barely know each other. I mean…you’re hot…shit…did I say this loud?”

“Just say yes, sweetheart, and we are going to be so good to you,” Sam smirked at his brother’s words. “We will make sure you can’t walk straight after we are done with you.”

Dean nuzzled you. “Dean and I will make you feel so good, Y/N. Since you started working here, we wanted to make a move.”

“You did?” You breathlessly replied. Having the brothers so close arouses you more than anything. The thought of having them both makes you dizzy. “Really.”

“I’ve been walking around with a raging hard-on every day since I saw you in your short skirts and little blouses for the first time. Do you want this? Do you want Sammy and me to take care of you sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you spluttered before you could change your mind. “I-we…he’s not very interested in me lately. I guess he’s cheating on me or shit.”

Three hours later, …

“What this?” Your boyfriend opens the video you sent him some hours ago. He presses play, and his eyes widen.

“Hey there, you sonofabitch,” Dean taunts. “Do you want to know how your now ex-girlfriend will spend her weekend? How about I tell you.”

“She will be full of cock, just like right now…”

“I hope you’ll like the show…” Sam adds. “We will see if you get to watch next time…”

Part 2

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 month

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Love your bay children series! Can you please write how the bay turtles are as uncles and how their nephews and nieces are with them <3

Du skriver även jätte bra! Puss och kram

The Kids and Their Uncles (Fluff)

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’ve made these with the focus on you and said turtle’s childrens’ relationship with one of the uncles. Hope that makes sense, lol. Oh, btw, the advice Leo gives Mini is actually one my psychiatrist gave me. Hopefully it also works for others💚

Og mange tak! Jeg har også øvet mig længe💚

(D/W/N) = Donnie’s wife’s name.

Warnings: None💙❤️💜🧡

Leonardo:

“Uncle Mikey!”, 16 year old Romeo called out, holding his odachi high above his head, gleaming with pride when Michelangelo entered the dojo. “See what I can do!” What followed was a series of fast movements that ended with him posing with his odachi just in front of him, shining in the light.

Gerardo let out a sound of amazement, while Marcello rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Show off”.

“Wow, when did you learn that?”, Mikey smiled, knowing how hard his oldest nephew had trained, since Master Splinter first gave him his odachi at the age of 15.

“I learned it myself”, Romeo said proudly, before swinging the odachi in a manner that reminded Mikey of a teenage Leonardo. No doubt that was the oldest son of the fearless leader. “I’m going to show dad later. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“You’re asking if your father will be happy to see something you have learned yourself?”, Mikey asked, his serious tone breaking with his smile as he ruffled the top of Romeo’s head, letting his nephew know that he was joking. “Of course he will. That’s the kind of stuff that will make your old man proud”.

“Me too!”, Gerardo yelled out, mimicking his oldest brother’s moves, but without any weapon in his hands.

“Leo! Is that you?”, Mikey asked jokingly, making the 10 year old laugh loudly, before Romeo put his weapon away, so he and Gerardo engaged in some light hearted sparring, their laughter echoing loudly through the dojo.

Mikey turned to find his other nephew sitting in the corner of the room, watching his brothers run around with a small scowl. Mikey was no stranger to Marcello’s tempered episodes, having been present to many of them, or at least within ear shot. So as he made his way over to the 13 year old Marcello, he knew exactly what was going on. But he would let the young half mutant have a chance, at explaining what he was feeling.

“Hey there, big guy”, Mikey said, taking a seat on the floor next to the grumpy teenager. Marcello shot him a look and greeted him with a small hey, resting his chin in his hand. “Why are you sitting over here?”

“Because those two are taking up the whole dojo”, Marcello mumbled, nodding to his brothers. “A guy can’t get space around here”.

Mikey watched Marcello have his brothers for a moment, before he decided to stand, turning to his nephew with a smile. “Well, guess we then have to make some space”, he said, Marcello looking at him in curiosity. “Ever tried nunchucks before?”

“No”, Marcello answered, unable to hide his smile as he stood up. “Can I try yours?”

“Of course you can”, Mikey said, pulling his nunchucks from his belt, holding them out in front of Marcello, watching his face light up even further. And Mikey’s next words only served to make him smile even brighter. “Time to show your father something the others can’t”.

Raphael:

Raph had never really been good at meditating. He had never really liked it, and he generally had a hard time keeping his mind calm for so long. But he did really want his children to learn it. Or at least get familiar with it, should they ever get to a position where they would need it. And therefore Raph asked Leonardo for help. Leo had always been a natural at meditating, and had for the most part successfully taught his own children to do it, so maybe he could teach Raph’s children the same.

And that was how Leo ended up in the dojo with his nephew and two nieces, helping them clear their minds, the same way that had worked for his own children. But Leo soon found himself facing a difficult situation - these were his nieces and nephew, the children of his hot-tempered and at times inpatient brother. And that much was obvious, from the way the three children had a hard time sitting still, almost refusing to go too far into their own heads.

As Leo spoke about slow breathing, keeping their eyes closed, and bringing their thoughts to focus on the said breathing, only Joan seemed to be able to sit still, wanting to get this over with, so she could go back to whatever a 13 year old teenage girl liked to speed her time with. But her younger siblings weren't finding it as easy. 6 year old Ragnar had a hard time concentrating, his attention being grabbed by every sound outside the dojo, creating all sorts of images in his head. All from his mother and father watching television, to a monster breaking through the entrance of the lair, making him uneasy. Minerva however, just couldn’t sit right. Her legs kept falling asleep and her skin kept crawling, her knee impatiently bouncing in its bent position, pushing up against Joan, drawing an irritated sigh from the frustrated teen, who had just managed to empty her head for a short moment.

“Mini, stop moving your leg”, Leo said without opening his eyes, causing Ragnar to look at him in amazement. How did he do that?

“But, uncle Leo”, Mini said, laying down onto her back, stretching out on the dojo floor. “Meditation is so hard and boring”.

“If you shut up, it maybe wouldn’t be so hard”, Joan mumbled, shooting her little sister a look that made Mini sit back up.

Leo opened his eyes, taking a moment to study Mini as she still couldn’t sit still. “Can you say why it's hard and boring? It’s okay, there’s no right or wrong answer”.

Mini sat for a moment, chewing the inside of her cheek, thinking her answer through. "It's hard to empty my head”, the 9 year old mumbled.

Leo looked at Mini and thought for a moment, before he finally smiled at her, noticing the relieved expression on her face.

“That’s okay”, Leo said, adjusting his legs. “It’s very hard to just empty your head, especially when you’re used to thinking a lot. What you can do instead, is to notice your thoughts. Take note of them and let them be. Don’t fight them, but let them flow naturally. Hopefully that will feel easier”.

Mini nodded with a bright smile, before folding her legs once more, actually being able to sit still this time. Smiling at the sight, Leo turned his attention towards Ragnar, noticing how he kept throwing glances at the dojo doors.

“Do you want to sit next to me, Ragnar?”, Leo asked, holding out his hand to the small boy. Ragnar nodded before making his way over next to Leo, taking a good hold of his hand, before he sat down next to him with his legs crossed, for once not looking towards the door, when he heard the small sounds coming from the other side.

Donatello:

Sometimes it just happened, and Raph wasn’t really sure how. He would walk into a room, find his nephews and nieces playing with something, either with or without his own children, and suddenly he would be sitting down with them, playing along, all full of life and energy. And today wasn’t any different.

Raph had found his 10 year old nephew, Galileo at the kitchen table, scribbling away at pieces of paper with thick colorful crayons, and a concentrated expression on his face - one that very much reminded Raph of Donatello, whenever he was in deep concentration inside his lab.

Raph had asked Gali about what he was drawing, and soon he sat with his nephew at the kitchen table, drawing all sorts of stars and action heroes, causing Gali great amusement, as they took turns adding to the drawing. However, as the two of them continued their drawing game, they were soon joined by Marie and Dorothy.

The two 5 year old girls sat at the table, grabbing their own pieces of paper and a handful of crayons, only for their attention to be fully caught by Gali and Raph’s drawings. And of course, the two girls wanted in, wanting to join their older brother and their uncle.

“Can we play too?”, Dorothy asked, trying to touch the paper with her pink crayon, only for Gali to turn to her with a dirty look. A look that even Raph has seen many times, whenever Gali felt like his sisters crept in on his personal space.

“No, me and uncle Raph are busy”, Gali said, doing a hand movement, as if he was trying to shoo his sisters away.

“But we want to play!”, Marie whined, her green crayon in hand.

“I said no”, Gali said, turning his back on his sisters, pushing his paper further away from them. And of course, this action caused tears to gloss over the girls eyes, looking longingly at the paper he and Raph had been drawing on.

“You know what?”, Raph suddenly said, catching the attention of the three children once more. “I have a better idea”.

Standing from the table, Raph grabbed the stack of paper, before splaying them out over the kitchen table, until the whole surface was covered in the white paper. The three kids, seeming to understand what Raph was doing, looked up at their uncle with wide smiles, grabbing onto the crayons with excitement.

“Let’s draw the biggest drawing ever!”, Raph said, watching with a happy smile, his nephew and niece smiled at each other, before turning their attention towards the many papers in front of them.

As Raph and three kids continued their drawing, the other kids slowly came to the table, taking a look before adding onto the large piece themselves. It didn’t take long before all the kids of the lair sat around the kitchen table, drawing until there was almost no crayons left.

Michelangelo:

1.5 year old Luis had been sick for a few days now, crying for both you and Mikey at all times. The poor little guy was teething, and with that came sickness and pain, and so, you and Mikey was hung up, spending most of your time with your crying child, trying to soothe the pain in his gums. And this left Sunny BORED. Ever since Luis had gotten sick due to his teething, Sunny had been a bored and sighing mess. She wandered around the lair, waiting for the moment Luis got better, so either you, Mikey or maybe even Luis could come play with her. But until then, she would have to entertain herself, or find someone else to do so. And that was how she ended up in the lab with her uncle, draping herself over a small table on the other side of the room, with a small installation of the solar system on it.

Donnie saw his niece enter the lair, and spoke to her without looking away from his work. “Hey, Sunny. How’s it going?”

“Bored!”, Sunny groaned, resting her chin on the table, her eyes staring at the small earth in front of her. “Luis’ sick, so there’s nothing to do”.

“That doesn’t sound good”, Donnie said, turning his chair so he could watch Sunny, making sure she wasn’t getting her fingers into something she shouldn’t. She had a tendency to touch whatever she found interesting. And just as Donnie had thought, she was now poking at the miniature solar system. “Have you asked Gali if he wants to play?”

“He’s reading with aunt (D/W/N)”, the girl mumbled. However, her flighty attention and curiosity was very soon taken by the miniature she was playing with. “What is this?”

“That?”, Donnie asked, rolling his chair over to her. “That’s the solar system. The one you’re touching right now is earth”.

“Earth”, Sunny repeated, her attention jumping to the small white ball beside it. “What’s this?”

“That’s the moon”, Donnie answered.

“The moon?”, Sunny asked, her eyes shining with excitement. “Like the one in the sky?”

“Yes”, Donnie smiled. “Like the one in the sky”.

“Do there live fairies on the moon?”, Sunny asked, pushing the moon spindle, so it made a rush of circles around the earth.

Donnie chuckled at her question. She was truely Mikey’s daughter.

“Do you want fairies to live on the moon?”, Donnie asked, watching Sunny study the solar system. His niece looked at him and nodded. “Then in that case, there lives moon fairies on the moon. But they are hard to find. They neither like robots or beings that aren’t fairies themselves”.

“But I’m a fairy!”, Sunny exclaimed.

“You are!?”, Donnie asked, acting surprised. He looked around, acting as if he was thinking, making Sunny laugh. “But we’re in my lab! There are robots! Come on fairy, let’s get you out of here and find some of your fairy friends!”

And with a loud giggle, Sunny ran out of the room, waiting for Donnie to close the door to the lab behind him, before they continued their fairy game in the living area.

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amathslutsguidetofandom · 22 days

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Let's Eat

PAIRINGS: Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, Ari being a simp

WORD COUNT: 570

ENJOY!

You wipe at the tears at the corner of your eyes, you tip your head back to prevent them from falling down your face.

The onions are spicer than you expected them to be, still you persist and chop through them.

ABBA blasts through your headphones, and you channel the song through your body and give a mini concert to all the inanimate objects of your open kitchen.

“Mamma-Mia! Here I go, again! My, My! How can I resist ya!” You yell and sway your hips to the music, the proceed to throw the vegetables that you chopped into the open pan.

You sprinkle in your spices and stir the pan with your wooden spoon. And when you let it sit for a while, that’s when the music takes over your body. You’re spinning and singing your heart out.

You’re absolutely in tune with the song, that you don’t realize that someone’s watching you.

Ari leans against the hall, with a small smile on his lips.

His eyes are solely focused on you, while his mind runs at 100km/h with how fast his thoughts are.

He thinks about how he’s lucky to have a girl like you, how lucky that a girl like you has fallen for a man like him, how happy you’ve made him ever since you walked into his life.

When you spin one more time, you catch him staring and stop in your place. You move your headphones to rest around your neck, “babe, hi.” You start awkwardly and drag out your ‘hi’.

Ari smirks and starts walking towards you. He runs a hand through his hair, and when he’s right in front of you he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him.

“Why’d you stop?” he smiles and takes a hold of your chin, “was enjoying the show.” He winks at you, and you blush hard. You try to push away from him with a sheepish smile, feeling a bit embarrassed by his words.

“Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere princess,” he laughs and pulls you even closer. “Hey, lemme see those pretty eyes. Yeah?” He says when you try to hide your face behind your palms.

“I didn’t know you were watching,” you whisper, which just makes him chuckle. “Well, I think that just made it even better. I thought it was cute,” he cups your cheek, and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone.

You can’t help but lean into his touch, and you giggle when he nudges his nose against yours. “God, can’t believe your mine,” he whispers. You lean up quickly and peck his lips, “well, I am.”

He pulls back and you see the sheer amount of love that rents the blues in his eyes.

You see him trying in to soak in this moment with you.

“I love you,” he whispers.

You’ve been together for 3 months. Neither of you have said the ‘I love you’s yet.

And now with Ari saying it, you can actually see that he genuinely loves you.

“I love you, Ari,” you go on your tiptoe’s and kiss the tip of his nose.

He leans down and rest his forehead against yours.

You both just stand there, holding each other.

“I'm almost done with dinner,” you giggle, and Ari laughs and rubs circles on your hips.

“Then let’s eat, princess.”

💌💌💌

@buckys-wintersoldier, girlie you can't just attack me with an ARI gif like that. 😩😩😩 (totally love you for that <3)

Again, my requests are open lovelies!

But I think that I will be focusing more on the ongoing series', plus uni's back in session this Monday (ya girl's gotta start grinding (I meant studying y’all 😉) again, lol)

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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Once Innocent. Part 3. (Sully family x reader)

Just a friendly reminder that is a mini series showing more back story of Y/n past and all her hardships in life! 💗

Y/n remained cold. No one could keep her promises, but she was supposed to keep theirs. She took care of everyone but who took care of her…? Her dreams haven’t allowed her to see Rey’akana, it made her frustrated. Her mother was nearing the end of pregnancy and it’s only made her colder. She needs to protect her family. So y/n took in the mean words the kids would say to the obviously neglected child. Trained relentlessly. Stood up for herself. and she closed herself from the clan, that way no one would even get the chance to stab her in the back. Y/n’s words leaked her true thoughts, the people were just too blind to notice.

Today I was ordered to hunt with Neteyam and bring back food for the feast. Everything was going just fine until we heard unusual ruffling. Suddenly a human with a gun popped out right in front of Neteyam. I sneaked through with zero hesitation and shot my gun. Only thing was my bullets wouldn’t fire ‘fucking guy, I knew he was sneaky, he gave me blank bullets’ so I had to settle on disarming the human even if it was risky. I put his hands behind his back. Then he started pleading “I am a scientist i was just coming out to pick things they needed. Look I’m no threat to you ok? I surrender.” That’s funny because to me he was a threat, I’ve never seen him around and he didn’t even have the usual id’s they wore.

Neteyam looked at his younger sister focused on figuring out what to do next, but Y/n already made the decision.

“Well…that’s obvious seeing how you didn’t shoot Neteyam yet you were waving the gun around. Like an idiot. Now don’t do anything stupid. Cause I’m not as nice as you. I won’t hesitate.” I look up at my brother and decide to send him to take our food to the camp.

“Take the food and go Neteyam.” I turn to face the scientist “I’m taking you to my father and he will tell me who you really are. I’ve never seen you around before.” I say this as we start walking through the forest, with the guys hands tied and my gun ready for anything to happen. The scientist says “is this really necessary…?” I don’t hesitate to answer his question. “I don’t know you, I don’t trust you and I’m not taking any chances. So it’s safer for both of us if your tied up.” The scientist says he understands and we introduce each other. However the scientist knows about the amount of animals that come out and can attack so he’s still concerned and tries to ask for the gun back. “For all I know you’d turn around and use it on me. If I give you a weapon, I can’t take my eyes off of you. At least this way you won’t run around shooting my people or me.” The scientist starts talking, asking about every animal In the forest especially since it’s his first time. “It’s just animals ok? Look I’m just- I’m not used to being around other people. Not for awhile anyway. Usually it’s just me.” The scientist looks back at me “sounds kinda lonely if you ask me.” Are you kidding me? “well I didn’t ask you. And anyways I prefer it that way. People like you are messy.” I drop the scientist off to my father, hiding my gun and holding onto my bow instead but to my surprise he wasn’t exactly happy..?

“Y/n. What are you doing?! Why did you bring Newt here?” Now I’m confused this guy doesn’t have any sign he was a scientist and the humans know the rules on wearing their id’s. “Father are you serious? Do you not even care that he was walking here with zero identification, I’ve never seen him, and he was waving around with a gun. I had to disar-“ I can barley finish my fucking sentence. “Let me make this clear . Y/n I do not care what you had to do. Or what your intentions were. You are wrong. Do not speak to me that way. Take him back to the lab. Now.” I look at my father in disbelief and push the scientist onto my ikran with me to go back to the lab. “Don’t talk. I don’t need your talking. I’ve heard enough today. Just hold on.”

After dropping off the idiot scientist I decided it was also time to confront the sneaky navi who gave me blank bullets.

Neteyam was talking to his brother about what happened, avoiding saying how Y/n had a gun when they aren’t allowed to. How did she get it in the first place? He watched as she walked into the tent brushing it off until he heard her voice get louder.

“Don’t turn away from me. I’m talking to you.”

Neteyam walks in an tries stopping me “Woah y/n what’s going on?” I no longer care that he knows that I have a gun. “This guy ripped me off. I traded him a bag of perfectly made arrows and he gave me a box of bullets that won’t fire. He could’ve gotten both of us killed.” The sneak scoffed and said “you can’t even prove those are the ones I traded you.” I pointed my gun to his face “He knows the bullets don’t work. Listen to him. He’s not even nervous. I’ll be the one who breaks out at night and cuts your throat while you sleep.” The sneak began opening his mouth to spit some bullshit. “Ok kid, I’ll give you back your arrows” seriously? “I don’t need arrows! What I need are bullets that won’t get me killed-“ I was saying this aiming the gun towards the floor and suddenly the gun shot a bullet that was loaded and fully working. “Oh no.” They heard their fathers voice in the background. “Say I was requesting the arrows I traded in for some broken cloth. He attacked me and he was going for his gun to take a hit on both of us since you tried to stop him.” She then turned to the man “you better comply.” Their father rushes into the room.

“Dad he attacked me! He only shot because-“ there he goes again, not letting me speak “Shut up you’ve done enough talking. Go home.” Jake deals with the sneaky Navi who’s known for tricking people.

Neteyam and I decided to help around the village, then go home and we agree to keep the whole gun thing a secret but he decides to ask how I even got my hands on one. “A soldier gave it to me ok? He trusted me with it and I haven’t done anything with it until now. What was I supposed to do Neteyam? he had a gun aimed at you. Shooting him was better than having to disarm him, he could’ve shot me too. It was harder to get that gun out of his hands trust me.” Neteyam stayed quiet from there while I remembered the day I was given the gun.

*flashback*

“Rey’akana was excited to be the one to graduate you to a gun. I know it’s not him giving it to you but can you accept it? It’s his.” I look up at the old partner with tears in my eyes “w-what? Thank you truly I’ll accept it! You’ve made my birthday.” the old partner smiled, glad he kept was able to keep Rey’akana’s memory alive for the girl in some way. Knowing that her birthday wasn’t even remembered by her own family. *

The silence was there until we heard my moms painful screams. We sprinted into our home walking into her giving birth. Everyone was there waiting for the new child. I was staring off, sighing at how crazy today was and now a new baby..? This is tiring. “One last push, Neytiri.” Cries were heard, baby cries. My siblings all rushed walking in closer. While I took my time, wanting to savor the beautiful moment for the new baby…oh she was beautiful. Tuktirey was her name. She calmed down from her tears, looking up with beautiful innocent eyes. she held some type of form of light. She was truly captivating.

💜!

Soo…what are you guys thinking? Y/n has now gone cold and no longer innocent of the world. After everything she’s been through, it was expected…but to this extent? It was very clear in this part. She didn’t hesitate to shoot. She fought. Held zero remorse in her eyes. Spoke about killing, like it was nothing..? She said she liked being alone…this is nothing compared to the sweet innocent girl who wanted to hold everyone and make them happy. Yk Hanging around and asking everyone questions curiosity was clearly evident, just like the scientists curiosity. I mean she Even TRIED arguing against her dad?!? Now her dark, cold eyes now have light against them! Tuk has entered and I wonder whats going to happen next! Will Tuk give Y/n the strength to just finally FULLY go against all of her fathers words? In order to keep her safe…? Like it said “she needs to protect her family.” is Jake even considered…her family?

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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hi! can we get an unwrapped update with andy, reader and their baby?

….damn you, nonnnie, you started a mini-series. i started drabbling out the update, and then it just… got away from me. for those of you who are new here, this is a direct sequel to Unwrapped.

Title: Return to Sender [1 of 7]

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Andy Barber promised he would never let you go, and come hell or high water, he’s going to keep that promise.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping, Minor Violence, Gaslighting, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation

A/N: i never actually intended to revisit this series, but… the muse strikes where she strikes, lol.

The bright sunlight makes you squint, raising a hand to shield your eyes from the sudden intensity as they adjust. The air smells clean and fresh and distinctly summer; cut grass and charcoal smoke. The baby gurgles in her carrier, and you adjust her on your hip, peering down to make sure the sun-shield is properly covering her sensitive skin. She coos at you, reaching chubby hands up to grab at your fingers. Wide, blue-grey eyes peer up at you from the soft roundness of her face—her father’s eyes—and apprehension knots your stomach.

Suddenly the air around you feels thick and crowded, and you wonder if maybe you should go back inside, back to your room, and wait until next week.

I’m fine, you tell yourself, your knuckles going white as you grip the infant carrier. You know that the only reason you want to return to the comfort of your home—your prison—is because of Andy. For the last fourteen months, he had condensed your world down to a single point.

Him.

The ankle monitor you’d left on the dresser upstairs had made quite sure of that.

I just want you to be safe, sweetheart. Don’t you understand?

Dove claps her hands together and blows wet raspberries in her carrier, snapping you back to the present. If you stay any longer, you’ll miss the bus, and you know what tarrying means—

Another week of Andy and his relentless affection. The syrup-sweet praise on his tongue turning sour on yours, another week of feeling your walls crumble against the poisonous kindness he pushed on you at every turn. It would have been better if he was cruel, because then you think it might be easier to hate him. Instead, you look down at Dove and remember Andy’s hand on the swell of your belly, him whispering softly through your skin to her as she grew.

Tears gather in your eyes as you fight through the cloud of anxiety to the front gate. Most of your neighbors—Andy’s neighbors, you try to remind yourself that this isn’t your home, Andy isn’t your husband, despite the diamond on your finger—will already be gone for work now.

Less people to see us leaving.

You know Andy will be angry when he comes home and finds you missing, the monitor abandoned. But that won’t be for some time yet, not until he comes home from work.

And by then, you’ll be with Irene.

You puff a little, hefting Dove’s carrier onto your shoulder as you make your way to the bus stop. There’s only one, at the mouth of the wealthy cul-de-sac. You’d found her number scrawled in the back of a self help book at the library, one Andy had promptly made you put back.

“What do you need that for, sweetheart? I don’t hit you. Don’t scream at you. Am I really so bad?” Your throat tightens, and you hate yourself for wondering the same thing.

I can help you get out, her first email had been blunt. But you need to be ready to start from zero.

You run over the plan in your head as you wait for the bus, trying to hide behind the curtain of your hair as cars roll by. You’re supposed to take the bus into the city, where Irene would meet you. And then from there—Canada.

I can’t wait if you’re late, she’d warned you. There are other people depending on me too.

The bus arrives, lowering itself with a hiss. The doors slide open, and you press change into the driver’s hand. You can’t use your card, not anymore. You settle yourself against the window, an arm over the carrier. Dove coos as the bus rocks forward, and the old woman in front of you turns around, a wide smile on her face.

“Adorable baby.”

You force a smile, railing against Andy’s indoctrinated anxieties—no one will protect you like me, honey, the world’s a scary place—

“Thank you.” You grit out the words. She waves down at Dove, who promptly sticks her own foot into her mouth.

“How old?”

“Six months.”

“Oh how wonderful! Congratulations!” She beams another cheerful smile at you, and you have trouble returning it. Her gaze falls to the duffel bag you have shoved up against the window. “Do you have a long trip planned?” She asks, and you can tell that though she’s being polite, she’s prying. Panic rises further in your chest, bile burning in your throat. Does she know Andy? Has she been watching you? Watching you for him?

You’re being paranoid, honey. You can hear his taunting voice in your head, and with jerky movements, you lower the sun shield on Dove’s carrier, blocking her from view.

“Are you meeting your husband somewhere? It must be such a pain to travel with all these bags and the baby—” You yank on the cord, signaling to the driver that you want the bus to stop.

“No—I mean yes, I’m—I have to go,” you stammer, grabbing your bag and Dove and barreling out into the aisle as the bus slows down. This isn’t your stop—you’re a full four stops early—but you can’t be on the bus anymore, you just can’t. Not with this old woman and her questions, and—what if this is all Andy? Testing you?

And you’re failing it?

You’re panting, tears gathering in your wide eyes as you practically flee the bus, half running down the sidewalk until it passes you. You keep your head down, you don’t want to know if the old woman is still watching you.

What if she was just trying to help?

You shake your head—it doesn’t matter. Irene had told you to try and keep as low of a profile as you could, and that meant not making new friends while you were fleeing the father of your child. Finally, the adrenaline peters out and you slow to a walk, your legs cramping. You haven’t moved like that in a long time—mostly because you’re confined to the house when Andy isn’t around. “For your safety”, he says, but you know better.

He doesn’t want you getting out, going home to the parents he’s been feeding lies upon lies about your condition.

But you aren’t going back to them at all—you’re doing what Irene said you should do. You’re starting from zero.

You’re five minutes late when you finally arrive at the bus terminal, your throat tight with anxiety. What if she’d left without you? What if you’d blown your only chance at escape by being exactly what Andy said you were—

A mess. A lovable mess, but honeybee, you need me to make the pieces fit—

“You’re late.” You turn, tears brimming in your wide eyes to face the stranger behind you. Irene is short, shorter than you, but you can see she’s muscular underneath the t-shirt she’s wearing. “You’re lucky I waited, come on.” She motions for you to follow her, and after a moment you do, still juggling Dove and your bag.

“Y-you’re Irene, right?”

“Yep. Car’s this way, in the back. You said he gets off of work at five, it’s three thirty. Let’s get a move on.” You follow her to a gray Subaru behind the bus depot, with California plates. She opens the trunk, and you mumble out a thank you when she motions for you to hand her your bag. “You’re not the first person I’ve done this for, but I want to make sure you aren’t the last. He’s not put any… tracking devices on or in you, right?”

“N-no. I had an ankle monitor, but I-I left that at the house. And my phone, and credit cards too. No computer, or anything.”

“Good.”

She helps you load Dove into the car-seat, and you hesitate to get into the front.

“Is it okay if… if I sit back here?”

“Sure.”

When the engine starts, you feel both relief and apprehension—you know Andy won’t give up easily, but his reach could only extend so far, right? You were going to disappear, to vanish like smoke through his fingers.

You just had to want it bad enough.

—

Andy pulls into the driveway, leaving his briefcase on the seat as he exits the car. Jacob is in the back seat, crashing two action figures together as he makes explosion sounds with his mouth. Andy chuckles at the sight of it.

“You ready to go see your sister, bud? I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you,” Andy replies as he unbuckles him. Jacob nods vigorously.

“Yeah! And m-mom.” He’s still getting used to calling you mom, but it grows less and less noticeable each day, especially with how good you are with him. You’re a natural, just like he’d known you would be. Jacob hops down out of the car, and scrambles for the front gate. It usually gives him trouble—his little fingers can’t quite manage the latch just yet—but it’s wide open this time.

Andy narrows his eyes.

“Wait for me, bud, okay?” He says, catching his son by the arm. Something’s not right. He walks up the familiar steps, holding his keys quiet with his palm so he can listen before unlocking the door. Jacob bounds inside, dropping his action figures one by one as he goes.

“Dove!” He calls, his little voice sing-song-y. “Mommy!”

There’s no answer.

At this time of day, you’re usually feeding Dove, dinner ready on the stove for him and Jacob—but the oven is cold, and there’s nothing set out at all. Andy moves quickly up the stairs to check the baby’s room, and he grits his teeth when he finds the crib empty, and the sheets cold to the touch. The master bedroom is empty too, the dresser drawers pulled out, and—

Your fucking monitor.

Andy wants to yell, throw things—and he contemplates it as he scrubs his hands through his hair and down his face.

You’re gone. Really gone, and the baby, too.

“Daddy, where’s—”

“She went to go see some friends,” Andy replies quickly, his voice cracking just a little. “Mommy will be back soon.”

He heats up leftovers from the fridge for Jacob, and while he eats messily at the dinner table, Andy pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. He can’t believe you’re really gone, that you’d really left—

That you’d dared.

Three weeks in the basement wasn’t long enough.

Andy had taken his time, soundproofing the little suite downstairs and outfitting it for your comfort. Minimal comfort, of course—he needed you to appreciate life upstairs. No contact, only your own thoughts and the drugged food Andy left for you while you’d slept. It had been hard on him, too, knowing you were down there alone and miserable, but he needed you to see things his way.

Clearly you don’t—not yet, anyway.

He knows he can’t trust his first instincts, the ones that are screaming for him to pack up the house, to smoke you out of hiding and bring you right back where you belonged. Here, with him. He’d done everything he could to make sure you were cared for, provided anything and everything you needed. And, once he’d thought you could be trusted, he’d take you on outings. To the store, to the library, anywhere you wanted to go.

You just couldn’t go alone.

“Eat up, Jake. I’ll be right back.” Andy steps out of the kitchen, standing in the living room as he holds his phone up to his ear.

“If you’re calling me, I know you’re waist deep in something terrible.” The man on the other line drawls, the voice dripping with pleased smugness. “Are you?”

“Shut up, Odinson,” Andy snaps. “You’re lucky I let you slide on that—”

“Yes, yes, I know, I owe you. Racketeering. Ugly word.”

“With worse charges.” Andy reminds him. “I need you to find someone for me.”

“Oh, interesting. Alive or dead?”

“Alive. And they had both better be so when I see them next or so help me, I will—”

“Fire and brimstone, Barber. I’ve quite got the picture.” Andy can hear Loki’s satisfied purr through the receiver, and it makes him want to hang the phone up, and try a different avenue all together. “So who did you lose?”

“My wife.” Andy grits. “She took the baby. She’s… she’s not well. I need you to find her, bring her home. I can take care of it from there.”

“Ouch. Opening up old wounds for you, eh Barber?”

“You have a week,” Andy growls. “To bring me my wife and daughter.”

“And on the off chance that I should fail?”

“Your case is just wrapping up, isn’t it?” Andy asks, enjoying the power flowing back in his direction as he tightens the reins. “I think it would be a shame if the prosecution were to discover new evidence.” He pauses to let the weight of his words sink in.

“And presumably you’ll be, what, waiting out the clock?”

“A week.” He hangs up without a further word. He doesn’t like Odinson, doesn’t trust him, but he knows people.

The kind of people who would be able to track you down, and return you to him without asking too many, if any, questions. Andy pokes his head into the kitchen to peek at Jacob making a mess of his spaghetti and meatballs, and verifies that at least some of the food is making it into his mouth before he makes another call. He needs to flush you out, spook you from your hiding place.

“Hello 911?”

Andy swallows thickly before answering, like his voice is heavy with tears he isn’t actually shedding.

“Yes, hello, police?” He says, his voice distraught. “I’d like to report a missing person.”

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lovesickonmybed · 6 months

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bad idea right? | (2/?)

chapter one | chapter three | series masterlist

eddie munson x OC | word count - 3831

summary | a game of truth or dare has consequences.

warnings | swearing, underage drinking, smoking, mentions of drug use, mentions of sex, sexual harassment, a bit of bullying, and depression.

a/n | i fucked with the timeline a little so billy and max had moved to hawkins a few months earlier because I need him for the story. listen to bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo and g.i.n.a.s.f.s. by fall out boy while you read this btw.

God fucking dammit. My night was awful to begin with, hell I didn’t even want to be here in the first place, but now it’s even worse. Eddie fucking Munson is here, and he looks hot, like really hot. I swear to god if I was more drunk I would probably already be on him. Sure he hates me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still think he’s hot. After our falling out I was hoping I’d hate him, that he’d suddenly turn ugly in my mind, but nope, he just gets hotter and hotter. And tonight it’s like he’s the only guy I’ve ever seen. Every guy I’ve ever hooked up with or ever even found attractive all exit my brain as soon as my eyes land on him. He’s sitting on a boulder with his long curly hair tied back into a bun, he’s attempting to light his cigarette. What strikes me as odd is that he’s completely alone, usually Ronnie or Dougie is with him but they’re nowhere to be seen. I down my drink and look away from him, if I keep looking at him I’m going to go over there and it will not end well.

To distract myself I go over to one of the coolers and try to find something that won’t taste awful, I take a while to find anything. I smile to myself when I find a mini bottle of Malibu and a coke. I grab them and stand up and turn around, immediately running into somebody. They grab me by my shoulders to steady me. We meet each other's eyes and my face goes red and my mouth goes dry. Of course the person I’ve just run into is Eddie. He removes his hands from me with a disgusted look. “I-I-I’m…s-sorry…” I mumble before running off to go find somewhere to hide from him.

I duck behind a rock and open the tiny bottle of Malibu, I chug the entire thing and then chase it down my coke. “Goddammit!” I whisper/yell to myself. I know I look insane as I claw at my skin, breathing heavily, trying to self soothe and calm down. When I’m finally calm I’m left with crescent-shaped indents on my legs from my nails. I wonder what Eddie thought when he came face to face with me like that. I mean I can probably guess from the look on his face that he was annoyed and disgusted. I get lost in my own thoughts, panicking and overthinking the interaction when Carol plops herself down next to me.

“Are you alright? You look like you’re gonna throw up.” Carol isn’t really concerned about if I’m okay, she’s more concerned with how it would look if somebody in her friend group puked at a party from drinking too much, I’m already on thin ice for the amount of ass I’m showing tonight.

“I’m fine. Fuck. I just-” I don’t sound fine, I don’t sound calm. She can tell I’m upset.

“You just what?” She asks in an annoyed tone.

“I just ran into Eddie…like literally, physically ran into him…w-who invited him?” I ask.

“Oh, Tommy did. Apparently Eddie is like dealing now or whatever and we needed a weed hook-up for tonight. We didn’t think you’d care. It’s not like you and that freak are friends anymore anyway,” She explains. Right now I’d love nothing more than to punch her in the face.

My friends are assholes, I’m aware of that. But that doesn’t mean I’ve succumbed to it too, she knows I hate when any of them call him a freak or insult him. I hate when they do it to any of the Hellfire kids, I always try to get them to back down and it always ends with her berating me the entire time she drives me home about how if I don’t shut my mouth then I’ll end up back with them. Then she so graciously reminds me I won’t just be back with them, I’ll be lower than them, because if she drops me then not even Hellfire will want anything to do with me thanks to my betrayal. She wasn’t always such a bitch to me. When this all started her and Tina actually enjoyed having me around. They were kind to me; they took me shopping, and we’d have movie nights, now something has shifted. It’s like they’re aware of who I used to be, it’s like it matters to them now that they used to dump trash on me or make fun of me for my appearance. They heavily monitor every move I make, if I step out of line even the slightest then they remind me of where I could be. Eddie was right about them.

“When did he start dealing? I never thought he’d end up like that…” The Eddie Munson I knew was terrified to turn out like his father. His dad was pretty much never home, Eddie would always be at Wayne’s because his dad was out somewhere in another state usually in lockup or getting into some kind of trouble. He’d always come back with a story and a kind smile that charmed everyone into forgiving him for being the worst dad of the year.

“Are you kidding? We all knew he’d end up like that, Viv. He’s a Munson, they’re all worthless low-lives!” Carol says.

My hand curls into a fist and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. I’m one drink away from beating her ass, “Watch your mouth, Carol.”

She looks at me bewildered, “Why don’t you watch your mouth, Vivian? Defending a loser like that won’t get you far. I’m sure you like fucked him or whatever before you left his loser ass but that doesn’t mean you need to defend him anymore. Spending your time defending a reject like him won’t get you anything good, especially not from him. Just in case you forgot, he hates your guts. If you don’t want to spend the rest of your senior year as a loner then you’ll let me say whatever the fuck I want about him.”

I go quiet. I hate that I go quiet but her threats are real and I’d rather be with people I hate than be alone. Carol smiles at my silence, “I’m glad we had this talk. Why don’t you go buy something off him to calm down?” She chuckles to herself and walks off to go find Tommy.

I fish my carton of cigarettes out of my pocket and light one up. My hands are shaking with anxiety and anger as I bring it up to my lips. I look around at everyone else who’s here, I’m jealous of them all as they talk with friends, flirt with crushes, and just enjoy their time here. I haven’t had a close friend or anyone to confide in for a long time, even at these parties my friends won’t hang out with me anymore. I honestly don’t know why I show up, I go to parties to be ignored and drink in a corner until I’m stumbling home and trying not to cry. That’s how tonight will go as well. I’ll get into the car of whatever sober girl I can find, because I’m not making the mistake of getting into a car with a guy again, and make small talk as she drives me home. I’ll stumble into my bedroom, cry when I take off my makeup, end up in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts and crawl into bed to cry some more until I can finally fall asleep. It’s not ideal but I guess it could be worse.

I see Tina flirting with Billy and I shake my head in disgust. He’s the worst thing to roll into Hawkins. Every time I see any of my friends with him I just start distancing myself more and more, I can’t take it. He’s an asshole, a creep, a goddamned racist sack of shit and I want nothing to do with him. I don’t get what any of these girls see in him. Why do they throw themselves at that asshole when there’s so many better options?

I get up to find another drink so I have something to occupy myself, this time I make sure Eddie is nowhere in the area when I do so. I see there’s only shitty beers left but at this point I’ll take whatever. When I’m going back to my hiding area I’m grabbed by Vicki Carmicheal, she’s one of Billy's groupies. “Vivi! You look bored, come play truth or dare with us!” She drags me off to a group of about 15 people and I let her. What more do I have to lose tonight? I’m sitting between Vicki and Tina as the game starts. I’m zoned out for a lot of it, people are just making others admit their crushes or making them do vaguely embarrassing bullshit. Finally somebody asks me the dreaded question.

“Vivian, truth or dare?” Heather Holloway is the one who asks, she’s another one of Billy's loyal little groupies, sweet girl but her taste in men is abysmal.

“Uh, dare I guess,” I say as I take a sip of my beer.

Heather giggles, “I dare you to strip and take a nice little swim.”

I’m looking at her like I could kill her, “Seriously? That’s what you’ve come up with? If you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve asked…” I get dirty looks from quite a few people for that comment but I couldn't care less.

“Don’t be a baby, do it.”

I glare at her and begrudgingly head towards the nearby dock, everyone in the group follows me, which of course gets others to follow out of curiosity. I get to the end of the dock and debate if I’m really gonna do this; I finish my drink and decide that I have nothing to lose. It’ll probably piss Carol off to no end as well and I love nothing more than seeing her mad. I start by putting up my hair, next I take off my shirt. I’m wearing a red lacy bra underneath it. I hear some asshole yell, “Take it off!” and roll my eyes. I take off my shorts next, I’m wearing a pair of leopard print panties underneath, they’re one of my favorite pairs. I kick off my shoes and peel off my socks before taking a deep breath and jumping in. The water is cold but not cold enough to where I freeze up and can’t swim. I resurface and look at everyone on the dock. Carol looks pissed but everyone else has a smile on their face.

“Is no one gonna join me?” I joke.

“Hell no! I heard they found a body in there, you’re crazy!” Tina exclaims.

“It’s just water,” I say before swimming off.

The water feels nice, I’ve always felt calmer in water. When I was a kid, I’d go to the community pool and sit at the bottom for as long as my lungs would allow me. There was something so peaceful about it. I decide to get out and get redressed; I swim back over to the dock where I see Billy Hargrove standing smugly, his arms crossed as he looks down at me.

“Quite a show you put on there, sweetheart,” He says, clearly trying to sound seductive.

“Mhm,” I say uninterestedly, “Mind helping me up onto the dock?”

He reaches down and helps lift me out of the water, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him. I put my hand on his chest to keep some distance. I don’t want him to think I’m into any of this.

“Thanks, Hargrove,” I pull away from him and look down at where I swore I had left my clothes, but of course, they’re not there. I look around with a confused look and then turn to Billy.

“Where the fuck are my clothes?” I ask angrily, I’m freezing cold and in just my underwear with like half of Hawkins High staring at my body.

“You don’t really need them, do you, sweetheart? I mean with a body like that, why cover it up?” He teases, he reaches out to touch me and I take a step back.

I cross my arms over my chest to cover it up, “I’m serious. Where. The. Fuck. Are my clothes?” I’m giving him my meanest glare.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” He smirks.

“In your fucking dreams. Just tell me where they are!” I’m yelling now and causing a scene. Carol is gonna murder me.

“You know what, princess? With an attitude like that I don’t think I will…unless you wanna make it up to daddy,” He says.

I damn near slap him across his smug face, but before I can get the chance somebody is coming to my aid. I see Eddie snatching my clothes out of somebody's hands, some asshole football player I can’t bother to remember the name of, and gulp as I watch him walk up to me. He doesn’t say a word as he hands me my clothes, I feel pathetic as I take a minute to even look him in the eyes, “T-Thanks.” I redress quickly.

He just nods in response. He goes to leave but Billy is seeing red and wants a fight. He grabs Eddie by his jacket, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going freak?” My eyes go wide, maybe I want a fight too.

“Billy shut the f-” I’m cut off by Eddie pushing Billy into the lake. Everyone gasps and Eddie goes running, since I’m technically involved in this and don’t plan on having my ass handed to me by Billy Hargrove I take off as well.

I run as fast as I can to the road. I didn’t drive here because I don’t even have a car so it looks like I’m walking, or well, running home tonight. When I reach the road, I take a minute to catch my breath. That’s when a van pulls up beside me. The window rolls down and for a minute I think I’m about to become a missing person. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but get in,” Eddie says.

My eyes go wide and for a minute I’m frozen in place with my mouth hanging open.

“Hey! Unless you want Hargrove’s little groupies to tear you apart I’d suggest getting in.”

I nod and run over to the passenger side and hop in, I’m quick to get buckled so we can get the fuck out of here. He notices me shivering, “There’s a uh, a blanket in the back. You look cold and this piece of shit doesn’t have heat or air conditioning.”

“T-Thanks,” I reach into the back and grab the blanket. I recognize it from Wayne's trailer, it’s the one I always used at movie nights. I smile as I remember the time we had watched The Hill Have Eyes, and I pretended to be scared of the cannibals so I could cuddle up next to Eddie. I wrap the blanket around myself and nuzzle my face into the warmth.

We ride in silence for about 5 minutes before I realize I don’t even know where he’s taking me, “Hey um, where are we going?” I ask. I take a minute to take in his appearance, he looks so much different from when we were friends. He’s been growing out his hair, it reaches his shoulders and curls beautifully. The dark circles he already had under his eyes are even worse now, but he doesn’t look bad. He looks even better than when I knew him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’m taking you home, obviously.” There’s the snarky response I expected. He’s hot even when he’s mean to me.

“Oh, okay. Sorry…” I reply softly.

“Where did you think I was gonna take you? Did your shiny little friends corrupt you into believing I’m a virgin sacrificing satanist or something?” He asks sarcastically.

“Definitely not. You couldn’t sacrifice me anyway, you need a virgin, remember? If you sacrificed me it’d probably fuck up whatever you’re doing, turn into a monster or something,” I joke.

I see him smile and butterflies fill my stomach.

“Sorry I forgot you gave your virginity to Tommy fucking Hagan,” he says dryly. I struck a nerve and now I feel like I could throw up, guilt is clawing in my throat.

“You gave yours to Nicole Summers so I guess we’re fucking even, huh?” I reply angrily.

The rest of the ride is silent, and he speeds up to get to my apartment quicker, we’re there in no time thanks to all the traffic laws he’s broken along the way. “Out,” he says when he pulls up outside of my apartment building. His voice is stern and commanding.

“Thanks for the ride…and for standing up for me,” I say.

“Don’t expect it to happen again, now get out,” He says coldly.

“Fucking fine then!” I hop out of the van, “I’ll walk next time.” I slam the van door and start trudging to my apartment.

“There won’t be a next time! You owe me for this, by the way!” He yells.

“Yeah sure, whatever!” I walk faster up the stairs and go into my apartment.

My mom is already in bed asleep. I come in quietly and tiptoe to my bathroom. I strip off all my clothes and turn on the shower; I take off my makeup while I wait for it to heat up. I slip my hand under the water to check the temperature, it’s perfect. I step in and sigh happily as I feel the warm water wash over my body. I wash my hair twice because I don’t trust whatever the hell is in the water at the lake. When I get out I wrap a black towel around my body and a blue one in my hair. I do my skin care and hair routines; it helps calm me down before bed. I know that tonight it’ll be pretty impossible for me to get to sleep, most nights I’m up for a while and I know tonight it’ll be even worse. I put on a band t-shirt and a pair of black and gray striped panties before getting into bed. I know the shirt will come off before I go to sleep, I can’t stand the feeling of wearing a shirt when I try to sleep.

I get under the covers and turn on my radio, sometimes listening to music before bed helps me clear my thoughts, but not tonight. Tonight the music just soundtracks my thoughts about Eddie and what happened. I wonder what he thought when he saw me at the cooler, and then what he thought when he saw me stripping in front of everyone and jumping into the lake. I wonder if he liked what he saw, or he was still just disgusted by the mere thought of me. I wonder why he helped me. He didn’t have to, he could’ve just left or completely ignored the entire situation but he intervened. He stole my clothes back from some jock and pushed Billy fucking Hargrove into the lake. He’s on two peoples shitlists now all because he helped me out. It makes no sense; he looked at me with disgust when he saw me at the cooler so why help? And why offer me a ride home? God, I just don’t get it, men are so fucking confusing. There’s a reason I limit them to one night and then pretty much force them to swear it into secrecy that we had ever had sex. It’s not that I’m ashamed that I’ve slept with who I have, well besides Tommy, that’s like the biggest regret I think I’ve ever had. I just know what’ll happen if everyone knows who I’m sleeping with, when you’re in Carol and Tommy’s circle everybody is obsessed with who you’re fucking. Everyone loves the drama of getting to label someone a slut or getting to come up with bullshit rumors about your relationship. But if nobody knows shit about your love or sex life, then you can kind of avoid it.

It’s not just my circle whose relationships and hookups get picked apart. Shockingly Eddie’s love and sex life is considered a fun topic to many people. Everyone knows me and Eddie used to be best friends so when he started dating a girl who was practically my clone everyone was quick to spread rumors he was only dating her because she looked like me. I can’t lie, she could’ve been my twin. She had the same hair and eye color as me; she had my lips and my eyes; she was like me but prettier and it pissed me off.

I saw them together once at a party; she was dancing on him and he looked at her like she was the only girl in the world, the strobe lights in the room illuminating their faces. It drove a stake through my heart as soon as I saw it. I remember running into the kitchen and taking a shot, and then another. I was quick to find a guy to hook up with; I hoped it would take my mind off Eddie. I had even let him give me hickeys hoping Eddie would notice and be jealous, but that guy couldn’t even make me cum so I got absolutely nothing out of it. I should’ve been over Eddie by then, and I should be over him by now, but he clings to my mind constantly like a parasite.

I’ve heard the stories about Eddie, sleeping with a few girls here and there, stumbling into short-lived relationships with some of them. My luck is just as bad. Every guy I’ve been with can’t seem to give me what I’m looking for, but then again, I don’t even know what I’m looking for. I just know it’s not whatever a drunk bathroom hookup or a blind date has given me. I’m sick of how I’ve felt since me and Eddie stopped being friends. Some nights it gets so bad I almost pick up the phone. I have his number memorized for years, and I doubt I’ll ever forget it. When I’m drunk, I have to fight back every urge to call him. I know that if I do, he’d either slam the phone down as soon as my voice hits his ears, or maybe he’d cuss me out, tell me everything that’s wrong with me as if I haven’t spent my nights listing off every flaw for years. The emptiness aches through my body like a sickness. It’s an ache that alcohol or pills can’t fix. I don’t know if anything ever will.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

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thegirlnextdoorssister · 11 months

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UPDATE !!!!!! 🚨🚨🚨

I’ll be posting Ch.1 of You can run but you can’t hide tomorrow @ 12:00 pm PT. It's a short chapter but I'll try to make the next ones longer

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iamskadhi · 22 days

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Note: this is the first time I write anything in english so take it more like an idea or whatever. I have no respect for this language, but correct me when I'm wrong, please.

I had this "OC" in my mind for years but I can't recall her name, so you can imagine this is you, you're narrating this story, past tense and present might be a little all over the place, ehe.

I always imagined this like a series of mini comics because it contains some things from Dabi's past like before being Dabi the villain but after the fire that "killed him", I'm just not patient or talented enough to draw all that.

+4000 words.

Warning: it may be boring, you may read some dumb teen behaviour, soft +18 content, slow burn, and some Bella Swan vibes.

Nothing more to say, I hope somebody likes it.

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I met Dabi when I was barely a teenager; too young, too naive, but also too mad at my parents so I took every chance to be with people I shouldn't be around and that's exactly how I met him. He had a fire quirk that harms his body so he looked like shit, he wasn’t exactly handsome but he was light-hearted.

I noticed he dyed his hair black and I started to help him with it, also helped him cure his skin when he over used his quirk. I don’t know how or when but we became closer.

There was just... something in his eyes. Never seen eyes that color blue. Anybody would think he was a bad influence but it was the other way round. Dabi was such a nice guy, always telling me to go home, go to school, helping me with anything I needed and all I needed was him —with me— all the time.

“I like you” he said, “you’re kind and pretty, also you’re rich, why do you hang around these losers?”

“I like you” I said. I could never forget the smile on his face.

He told me about his past and I thought his future was us, together. We were young, those were the days when you think you know everything but you’re just naïve, too naïve. We would lay down in the grass and tangle up, I usually bring food and beverages for everyone, he’d put his arm around my shoulders and tell everyone not to mess with me, he made me feel special, he made me feel loved and mature.

We invented a signal and we started to meet at midnight, it was easy because I had a quirk that allowed me to teleport. Wherever he strayed, I followed and I would’ve begged for him to hold my hand and never let go.

However, time passed and he and his friends got in big trouble. I knew they were thieves, and then they became murderers and had to take different paths.

“You can’t hide me alone, are you fucked in the head?!” Dabi yelled at me when we had our first big fight because of that. “We need to go and you can’t come with us, your parents will get us caught for kidnapping, this is my last word. You stay, we’ll meet again someday.”

We lost contact before I graduated; he simply disappeared and left me with a broken heart.

I cried my eyes out for a month, but a girl gotta be tough and smart and independent. I moved out of my parents house when I finished high school, thanks to my dad, he rented a whole apartment near college and that was probably the first time in a long time I was grateful to have a wealthy family.

I just had to study and work for the family business and life would be sweet, but then one day I saw him. He walked by the Coffee Shop I used to go. How could I ever forget him? He wasn't exactly my first love but definitely one true love. My heart stopped for a second and then raced like crazy, I got up and out of the place running.

"DABI" I yelled but he kept walking, "Dabi, stop!" He walked around the corner of a dark alley, so I stopped, I doubted:

Should I follow or should I let him go for good? It's been a couple of years, he probably has someone new now, I thought.

Then I heard him:

"It's been a long time" he said from the shadows of that alley, his voice changed a bit, matured, "I was convinced you forgot about me. I missed you"

A tear shed from my left eye when I saw his face, his burned skin looked worse than before.

"What an asshole" I said and ran to his arms, hugged him hard enough for him to moan, "I thought I'd never see you again."

I punched his chest.

"You dumbass, I hate you. I hate you! I should hate you but I'm just mad at you and I just wanna cry and I... I..." words escaped from my mind for a moment, "do you want a coffee or anything?"

He laughed and hugged me gently.

"I'm sorry. I missed you", he said.

For what it felt like an eternity, that was all that he could say. I was confused and happy at the same time, he walked with me to my place, looked up at the building and said something about being too far from his place, he didn't tell me where his place was or what he's been doing. We made a deal to meet at the coffee shop every Wednesday and for a few months that was okay.

“I still like you” he confessed randomly.

“I like you too”

He never told me what he does for a living, but I could imagine it. I felt like the more that he said, the less that I knew about his life and I was okay with that as long as he would stay around.

One day, he didn't show up. The next Wednesday, he came with an excuse about a job I’m sure he made up to keep me happy, to keep me safe.

"Dabi, why don't you come live with me?" I asked one time. His big blue eyes were wide open and I was sure he was gonna say no, so I insisted:

"I don't have a lot of free time lately, this is my senior year and I need to focus but I still want you around, come live with me and I'll see you every night, you don't have to worry about your job, you know you can live rent-free and..."

"No. Stop. No."

"Just come see the apartment, please.” I insisted, I didn’t want to let him go again, “It's big enough I swear and we can..."

"Please, stop. I have pride. I'm still a man."

He talked about how different we were, but I knew it wasn't true, he said maybe if I was less dependent of my parents we could work this out, but I knew that was just an excuse. It took me a couple of months but I made him come into my apartment.

"I just need to pick something real quick, come with me" I said and it wasn't all lie, I needed something it just wouldn't be quick.

He looked around the living room, I went to my bedroom to pick some books and when I walked out, he was looking out the window.

"You have a nice view", he said. I could see his blue eyes reflexing on the window’s glass.

"I know"

I walked to him and hugged him.

"I missed being this close in private.” I whispered.

“The last time we were fifteen", he concurred.

He didn't grow any taller since then, I put my head on his shoulder and felt a shiver. His hands went from my hair down to my shoulders, then down to my back until he touched my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and left a sigh out.

"You've changed", he whispered, I looked at his face and he had that smile, I'd never forget the smile he had the first time I saw him, or the first time that we had sex.

"We were just kids back then, pretending to be adults"

"I don't regret that" he kissed me slowly.

"Me neither"

He took my clothes off clumsily and I led us to the couch, I could tell he didn't have anything with anybody else and I was so relief about it. I took his jacket off and went straight to his pants; he already had an erection like he was craving for it all this time.

"No more games" he said "let's go to your room"

I took his hand and we went to bed, I laid down and he kissed and touched me viciously, then I remembered I didn't have a condom and pushed him away.

"Do you have...?"

"No" he said, he knew what I meant.

"Damn it!" I cursed; we were already there like that. "I could go..."

"No, don't worry. You had to pick something anyway; we'll do it any other day"

My heart raced. I wanted to take him immediately when he said that, but I just kissed him and made him promise he'd come back. And he did. Over and over.

Until he was practically living there with me. I had him just where I wanted and then, one day, my mother showed up.

"You have to finish this relationship before other people find out. You can't live like this, we raised you better than that. You better not get pregnant or I'll drag you to an abortion clinic myself."

Good thing: that day Dabi wasn't around. Time passed and he was more and more time somewhere far away; I had the feeling he would disappear again, so I had to talk it out but I didn’t know how, I thought he would take it as a sign to completely disappear.

"You could leave a note, you know, or send me a text. Tell me when you're leaving, for how long... I'll graduate soon, I'm busy too but at least I tell you when I'm coming home late."

"I think I can't keep living here" he said "I've been trying to protect you from the things I do, but I think it's catching up. I can't risk you, I can't lose you"

I felt my blood pressure go low.

"So you're leaving me... again"

He did not say anything.

We both knew this day would come around. I just wanted to keep my delusional idea that we would work things out. Run away together, somewhere far from Japan. I even suggested Spanish lessons one night.

"I love you" he whispered in my ear when he hugged me "and I'll find you when I'm done"

"Done with what?"

He kissed me and walked to the door.

"Touya, done with what?!"

I only called him by his real name when I was angry and he knew. His last gaze before closing the door was so sad but I was at the edge of going mad.

"STUPID TODOROKI!"

I threw my phone across the living room. I screamed and kicked the sofa, my tears ricochet and I tried to stop them with my hands but couldn’t; and then I just went to my room and tried to retain it all back inside.

I cried, until my face was red and swollen and couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I looked like a frog whenever I cry this much so I did't get out of bed for a whole day.

I couldn't possibly imagine what he was doing; but every time there was a fire, anything related to blue flames I knew it was him and I kinda knew why. I knew everything about his family, about his father.

All Might retired, so Dabi's father was #1 Hero now. It must have messed with his brain and I wished I could have helped him, but you cannot help someone that doesn't want to be saved.

I did my best to move on. I graduated and started to work at my father's company. I realized Dabi was right about me: I was my father’s daughter and I couldn’t live without his protection; but there was nothing wrong about it, now that I was older, I realized I was lucky for it. I wished he had my luck.

Left the apartment and moved to a different city, my mom was too excited about that, she visited me the first chance she had.

"You know whose hero's agency is really near?" She asked me, "Hawks’ agency, the #2 hero!" She was suspiciously excited about it, "he's so young but so talented and handsome! You know, I could set..."

"Mother, leave"

"What?"

"You do not get to do this, you do not get to set me a blind dates, I don't want you to do that and I don't want you here. I moved so I didn't have to have you around, don't visit me unannounced anymore, please, now leave"

"You ungrateful piece of shit" she started saying something but I wasn’t gonna let her talk:

"Yeah, I know, I know, take your things now and leave"

She started an argument so I just walked to my bedroom and closed the door lock. I assumed she would get tired of talking to the door and leave. I took a sleeping pill; I loved those pills. Then the most unimaginable thing happened when I woke up, there was a chaos outside, too much noise and heat and apparently, there was two heroes fighting a monster, a nomu.

I went inside to check the news, the battle seemed lost but Endeavor managed to win. I fucking hated that guy, but damn he was strong… and so was his son.

I missed Dabi. I kept sending text messages for a while after he left me and he never replied so I stopped, but at that moment I felt the urge to try again.

“Did you watch the news?” I asked.

“What’s your new address?”

“Are you serious, you fucking dork?" I texted back.

"I'll find you, I'm pretty near" he replied. I blushed a little, I felt excited to see him again.

"You better come with a bouquet, coffee and the most dramatic apology you can think of"

“LMAO”, was his last text.

Almost a week later, a bouquet appeared at my entrance.

Holy shit, I thought. There was a note: "I miss you, I’ll be back soon"

Later, after work, I got a free coffee.

"A guy paid for it earlier, he said he knew you, I hope it's okay" said the girl at the counter.

"He had blue eyes and looked like a crispy chip?"

"Mmm, yes" she stuttered.

"It's good, thank you"

“You’re welcome, come back soon!” She sighed in relief.

Then, when I got home the door was open and it made me so angry.

"If this is the best apology you can imagine, you're the biggest asshole...!"

However, there was no one inside. I looked around the house, he wasn't there. I felt insecure so I called a friend, I stayed at her apartment that night and she tried to convince me to call the police.

I said I would, but I called him instead.

He answered.

"Today at my house, was it you?"

"What?" He sounded confuse.

"The door was open but there was no one inside"

"I sent you flowers and coffee but I didn't think of any way to apologize enough to you. I didn't go to your house and I won't go until you let me"

"Okay… I think I'll call the police then, don’t come near"

"Good. Take care."

“I…”

Silence. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t expect him to pick up the phone in the first place. He whispered my name:

“Thank you for loving me this whole time” he said and hung up.

I felt like stupid for not saying anything. I didn’t even said that I loved him, never said it but actions speak for themselves and I couldn’t deny it.

After calling the police, some heroes would walk by my house every damn day; my father visited to make sure they did, my mother was too offended to come with him.

Turned out it was just a robbery case.

“Your mom and I talked about what happened between you two and I have to keep her happy, honey”, he stated “they don’t say ‘happy wife, happy life’ for nothing, I know she hasn’t been the best to you, but she tries”

“She treats me like shit, always have”

“Don’t say that” he sighed. “Let’s make a deal: I will set you a couple of dates just to calm her down and you choose the type of man you want to go to dates with, uh?”

I smiled viciously.

“No criminals!” he immediately said “don’t put yourself in danger just to get to your mother’s nerves, think about me too. There must be some nice guys you’d like to meet.”

“What if I want to date a woman?”

“Fine by me, I like woman too”

“I don’t like woman that way, I just wanted to know if I could.”

He laughed and looked at the time.

“Your mom told me about that hero, Hawks, I met him and he’s not very heroic actually, he’s just lucky he has a useful quirk, I think you’d like him”

“You’re pushing me”

“I’m not. Let’s set this now, you’ll have two dates, one with that hero prick and one with whoever you want, some college colleague preferably”

“Okay, fine, but the second date will be a woman.”

Mother always got what she wanted.

“Excellent, my dear! Send me her profile when you pick one, I’ll set the time and date, you go wherever you want and keep me updated. I gotta go now”

I chose a friend from college my mother never seemed to approve. As soon as I made my choice, my dad did his part.

The day I met Keigo it was rainy, he asked me if I wanted to cancel but I didn’t, I liked rain when it’s calm and I wanted to finish my duty as soon as possible. We went for coffee, watched a movie and then to a nice but not too elegant restaurant for dinner.

When I told him I had no intentions to date him, he told me he had no excuse to reject this date since he took a break from his hero’s agency for personal reasons; he seemed nice, careless and turned out to be easy-going, but he wasn’t Dabi.

I swore I could go home by myself but he insisted and when we were arriving, he put his arms around me.

“Don’t be scared” he said and took fly with me. I teleported back to the ground without thinking and shouted at him:

“What the fuck were you thinking?! What were you trying to do to me, you psycho?!”

He looked down at me and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to use your quirk whenever you want, you’re not a professional hero nor a villain like me” Dabi was by my side and his eyes locked to Keigo’s. He came down with his hands exposed.

“I sensed you following me, I didn’t think you two knew each other” Keigo looked careful now.

“We’re like childhood friends” Dabi said, “I was curious why would someone like her hang around a hero like you”

“It was my mom’s idea” I said, “Dad intervened, long story short, I have to go to blind dates now, it’s none of your business” I looked at Keigo: “now I am curious why you’re not trying to catch him”

“I told you I’m off duty”

“Sure”

Something was off, I knew but I couldn’t tell. Dabi always kept me far enough and safe from his business. These two knew each other, but I couldn’t tell if Dabi was an informant or it was the other way round.

“I’ll take her home now” Dabi said.

“What kind of man would let his date go home with another man?” Keigo smiled.

I felt Dabi’s hand get warmer so I took it off my shoulder.

“I told you I could go home by myself, so I’m leaving. You two can catch up now, it seems like you have something to talk about”

“You’re wrong” Dabi said, “You and I have a lot to catch up”

I looked him in the eyes, it cut deep to know him right to the bone. He came back and he’d go away soon.

“I know that it’s over, Dabi, I don’t need your closure” I said firmly and walked away. It hurted more than I expected, I wasn’t serious, just wanted to mislead Hawks.

The rain came pouring down the closer I got home, it helped me conceal my stupid tears. That night I slept on the couch, I kinda expected Dabi to come but he did not.

Keigo, on the other hand, appeared at my door early in the morning with a nice bouquet.

“You may think I’m not serious,” he said “but I found you amusing”

He accompanied me on the way to work, behave nicely, but I suspected of his true intentions.

“Dabi was a part of a rebel phase when I was younger,” I admitted, he didn’t say anything, neither pretended he didn’t wanna know, “he comes and goes, he may think that I’m bulletproof but I’m not”

“With a quirk like yours, you could easily avoid a bullet” he tried to joke around but I didn’t let it slide.

“I’m conscious that he sees what he does to me, he knows exactly how to ruin a perfect day and I’m sick and tired of that attitude, so whatever you’re trying to do here, end it right now”

His smirk faded.

“Last night you said it was over, but I see it’s not. I won’t annoy you anymore”

His phone ringed, we said goodbye and he left me alone. I knew he just wanted to know if I was involved in anything Dabi was.

Life turned boring for a while and that was okay, but myhouse started to feel too big for me alone. I was considering to move to an apartment or bring a girl friend to live with me when I looked out the window and saw a letter outside the mailbox; when I went out to pick it, looked around but didn’t see anybody.

I knew it was his.

I knew it was a goodbye letter, I had to let him go.

“I won’t make assumptions why you moved to a different city but I think it’s cause of me. I swear I gave my blood, sweat and if I could cry I’d give my tears to protect you from the things that I do but it wasn’t enough, I could never give you peace”, he wrote.

“Deep down I hoped I would never lose you, eventually I did. I’m not your problem anymore. I can’t just show up at your front door and expect you to let me in, but I want to do it anyway.

Now that we don’t talk, I just wanted you to know I wish I was a better man for you.”

Lastly, he wrote:

“I’m sorry that I hurted you, it’s not your fault.”

I never felt so attacked by a piece of paper in my life. I knew I was better alone than needing a man like him, but the heart wants what it wants. Wishing he was a better man wasn’t an option, I loved him for being the man he was, the fact that he didn’t see it my way was painful.

All this time I thought he could see right through me, now I wonder what was he seeing this whole time.

I called him but he didn’t pick up the phone, so I started to write a text message when I heard the door ring bell and he was there standing at my door.

“This is the last time” he said, “I swear this is the last time”

He put his arms around me, he was warm and had that suspicious smell like he over used his quirk.

“You’re an asshole” I mumbled.

“I know”

“I’m tired of this”

“I know”

“I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”

“You won’t have to”

I looked at his face, surprised.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go inside, we have a lot to talk about” he walked in.

For the first time, he opened up about everything, I listened carefully; I got worried, even cried a little. I suggested again that we could run away together but he didn’t want to, he was determined to fulfil his revenge against Endeavor even if it killed him in the process.

It made me want to die. I took a deep breath.

“You can’t come here and expect me to accept that you’re willing to die just to expose your father’s shit to everyone in Japan” he opened his mouth but I didn’t let him talk, “you have to choose right now, Touya, you leave now or you stay with me. You can’t just ask a person that loves you to sit and watch you get killed, you’ll have to kill me just the same”

Dabi hugged me gently, kissed me softly.

“Never going to happen”

My heart ached. I knew he’d leave me in the morning, but all I could think about was that I wished I could go back in time and save Touya from that fire. If anybody could go back in time and save him, knowing what I know, even if it meant we wouldn’t meet or be together… that’d be okay.

“Dabi, I’m sorry I didn’t meet you before”

He looked confused.

“I think we never stood a chance, did we? Wanna come to bed?” I asked and he smiled.

“Yeah, ready for it?”

I laughed and took his hand, led him to the bedroom, took his jacket off and appreciated his burned arms for a moment. I touched his burned lip with the tip of my finger.

“I love you” he said.

“Just not enough to stay”

“I…”

I shushed him. Nothing he could say would eased the pain I was feeling that night. I hugged him, kissed him and whispered in his ear:

“I love you too. Now show me your love with actions instead of words”

#dabi #dabi x you #fanfiction #light novel style #i like the idea that dabi would be the kinda guy that makes sure you know he likes you #cliche warning #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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WONDERWALL (part 4)

A/N: i can't believe we are on part 4 already! if everything goes right there is only one part left of this mini series so get ready!

PAIRING: Royal!Harry X Maid!Reader

WARNING: sexual content

WORD COUNT: 7.5k

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you gasp under your breath as you’re running back to your room, hoping to lock yourself up in the closet forever so you don’t have to face Harry again.

It’s still hard to process what just happened. You were ready to kiss Harry and you were so sure it would happen! The thumb on your lip, the way he was looking at you, it gave you the idea that he wants you just like you want him.

But then it was a slap across your face when he pulled back.

You burst through the door of your room, giving Cassidy a heart attack with your entrance and she jumps off her bed, dropping the book she was reading in an instant.

“What happened?” she asks with wide eyes as you shut the door closed behind you and throw yourself onto your bed, face buried in the pillow from total embarassment.

“Imph sfo smupfd!” you mumble into the pillow, but Cassidy doesn’t understand a single word you just said.

“What? Talk already, you’re scaring the shit out of me!”

Groaning you lift your head up so you can repeat what you just said.

“I’m so stupid!” you moan, but it still doesn’t give much away of what truly happened and you know that. Mustering up your energy you sit up as Cassidy sits on the edge of your bed, watching you with concern all over her face. “I was with Harry this afternoon.”

“With the prince? What did you do?”

“We… we have this silly little deal, I’m teaching him to dance and he is helping me overcome my fear of horses. The dance class went fine and then we were out at the stable, feeding one of the horses. It was going alright, but then there was this moment, his hand was on my face and he touched my lip and I really thought he was gonna kiss me!”

“Did he?” Cassidy gasps.

“No! He pulled back and was about to say something but I panicked and basically ran away.”

“What?! This doesn’t make sense!”

“I know! It’s such a mess, but I was like full on ready to kiss him and I think he knew that too, but then he pulled back and it was so awkward! He probably didn’t even want to kiss me in the first place.”

“But from what you said it seems like he did.”

“I guess he did not,” you argue. “And now I never want to see him again, because he’ll probably mock me for thinking he wanted to kiss me.”

Just as you say it out loud, like it was a magic spell, there’s a knock on the door and your eyes widen as you stare back at Cassidy.

“Y/N? It’s me, Harry.”

“Oh my God!” you whisper to your friend. “I don’t want to talk to him! Don’t fucking answer the door!”

“What? But it’s the prince, I can’t just ignore him!”

“Jesus, Cassidy! Alright, then tell him I’m not here!” Jumping off the bed you run to hide behind the dresser, so when she opens the door you won’t be seen. Cassidy looks around nervously before smoothing her clothes out and stepping to the door.

Harry is standing out in the hallway and his face falls when he sees your roommate instead of you.

“Your majesty! To what do I owe your surprise visit?” You want to curse at her high pitched voice that’s such a giveaway, you can only hope Harry won’t notice it.

“Oh, um, I’m looking for Y/N. Is she here?”

Your heart is pounding in your chest so wildly, you’re afraid he might hear it. Just hearing his voice is making you dizzy, your mind constantly replaying the way his thumb ran across your bottom lip even though it’s the last thing you should be thinking about right now.

“No, haven’t seen her all day!” Cassidy answers and she sounds so off, she is the worst actress ever. “Do you want me to tell her you were looking for her when she returns?”

“Yeah. Just tell her that I want to have a talk with her. She’s not in trouble or anything,” he adds and you close your eyes praying for him to be gone already as you keep your back pressed against the wall.

“Sure! Anything else I can do for you?”

“No. No, thank you,” Harry mumbles, the defeat in his voice is very much obvious. “Have a nice day,” he sighs before stepping back from the door.

“Have a nice day, your majesty!” Cassidy smiles before closing the door, her face falling in an instant as her head snaps in your way.

With a pained expression you slide down to the floor, your head falling onto your knees. There’s no way you can face him anytime soon, he probably wants to tell you how stupid you looked when you though he was about to kiss you. But you’ll spare him the time and just simply avoid him at all cost.

“Y/N, why don’t you hear him out? It seemed like he was upset he couldn’t talk to you. Maybe it’s not even what you think it is.”

“Absolutely no,” you shake your head, pushing yourself up from the floor. “I was stupid to think I even had a chance at him. I mean, just look at me!” you chuckle bitterly. “I’m just a maid, a silly little girl while he is the future king of Eroda. He would never be interested in someone like me. I have no class, I’m way too young, I shouldn’t even be thinking of him like that.”

“Don’t say that, just because you’re a maid, you’re no less than anyone else!”

“But I am. That’s the whole reason of this hierarchy. The royals stand above everyone else.”

It’s apparent Cassidy wants to disagree, but seeing how you’ve already made up your mind she chooses to keep her thoughts to herself. She watches as you throw yourself onto your bed again and wallow in your self-pity and she can do nothing about it.

It’s been three days since the kiss-no-kiss fiasco and Harry hasn’t seen any sight of you. At first he told himself it’s just coincidence, but by the end of the first day he realized you’re avoiding him.

He’s been beating himself up about it since then. He went after you right away, he just had to deal with Ladybug first before she could run away, but he was sure he saw you run towards the East wing. He’s got a feeling you were in the room when he talked to your roommate, but he didn’t want to push it any further.

He should have kissed you, right? But that would have just messed everything up, he couldn’t have given you a straight answer about where he wants to head with you. Well, he knows he wants to be with you but it’s not that easy. Not in his case. Would you understand it if he explained? Or would you get hurt?

The more he thinks about it all, the more convinced he gets that above everything and anything he needs to talk to you and get things straight. If you don’t understand his side, that will give him a kind of feedback about the possible relationship that will lead him in the right direction.

However his responsibilities are mounting on him this week. His official meetings with the leaders of Eroda’s counties have started, he has barely had a moment to himself to breathe between his appointments and meetings. It’s something Harry had been dreading and hoping to postpone for as long as possible. Not because he doesn’t value the lords and ladies, but because he knew he’d have to face one person he had always tried to avoid.

Valentina Bernadotte’s family has been the highest in rank in Iwik county that lies in the Northern corner of Eroda. She is the only child to her prestigious parents and because she’s only a few years younger than Harry, it was an obvious choice for her parents to try to get her to marry the future king. Every time they visited the palace or the royal family was in Iwik, it was clear the two of them were being setup.

There’s only one issue with all of it. Harry never really fancied Valentina.

Growing up wealthy can easily spoil anyone, though Harry was lucky enough to have sane and down-to-earth parents who didn’t let his head grow too big, on the other hand Valentina experienced the total opposite.

For as long as Harry can remember he always knew her to be a spoiled, uppity, arrogant girl who thought herself to be above everyone else and entitled to whatever she wanted. Unfortunately, she’s had her eyes on Harry not just because of her parents’ pressure but also because she knew it herself marrying him would ensure her the best life she could imagine for herself. However Harry has always tried his best to send her signals that he doesn’t feel the same way. Valentina either didn’t get the signs or chose to ignore them, because she still believes she has a shot at him.

The Bernadotte family arrives on Wednesday afternoon and Harry is of course, out there to greet them with the queen. It’s been a while since the last time he saw Valentina, but the moment she steps out of the limo, because of course she needs a limo to travel, her eyes find Harry and curls into a flirty smirk that sends a chill down his spine, though it’s the wrong kind.

“Long time no see, your majesty,” she smirks as Harry bows his head at her arrival.

Not long enough, Harry thinks to himself, and before he could say something offensive he moves on to greet her parents.

Iwik county has a key role in maritime trade in Eroda, owning one of the three biggest harbors of the country. Keeping a great relationship with the Bernadotte family has been in favor of the royal family for centuries and Harry wanted to ensure they would work together in the most efficient way once he takes the throne.

Luckily, Valentina is not too thrilled to get involved in business, so Harry doesn’t have to deal with her while negotiating with her parents about their future collaboration. In the meanwhile Valentina is enjoying the services of the royal palace and you are the one who was assigned to work under her hand, pleasing her every wish during her stay.

She is known to be one of the worst guests to step into the palace and you always rotate who will be her personal maid or more like slave. You’ve dodged this bullet a few times before, but today is not your lucky day.

You’ve been running around like a crazy woman all day, trying to satisfy her ridiculous needs that she didn’t send over to the staff before her arrival, so you had no chance to work ahead, of course. A specific shade of pink for her duvet, Apples from that one tiny shop from across town, she even requested her room to be reorganized because she didn’t like the way it was before. The list goes on and on and on, while you’re running short on patience.

It’s after lunch when she requests you to her room, again, probably for the millionth time and at this point you have no idea what she could possibly need. Entering the room you see that she made a mess that usually takes a week for others to accomplish, while she’s been here for less than a day.

“What can I help you with?” you ask with your best possible fake smile.

She shoots you a death glare through the mirror of the vanity before she stands up and points at the vase full of flowers on the table.

“I hate tulips and marigolds. Can’t stand them. I need new flowers in here.”

Clenching your jaw you just nod and wait for at least another complaint, but apparently it was her only one this time, though she doesn’t take it well that you’re not jumping on the task right away.

“Are you stupid? I need them now! Move!” she snaps, as if you were nothing, as if she had the right to treat you like shit because of her family. It angers you, the way she puts herself above you and that you can’t do anything about it.

And it strengthens your belief that this is why Harry would never want anything to do with you. He is a king and you’re just a maid.

Opening your mouth you’re just about to answer her, but you’re cut off by an all too familiar voice.

“Apologize to her. Right now!”

Harry’s voice makes you jump and your eyes widen. You didn’t hear him come, but the way he is looking at Valentina is making you thankful that he’s here. His posture is threatening and authority is oozing from him, changing the lady’s behavior in an instant.

“Harry, I-I–”

“I said apologize! No one can talk to another person like that, your class does not entitle you to belittle another human being, Valentina. So apologize, right now, or I swear to God you’re not spending the night in this palace.”

God, the way he stands up for you sends a shiver down your spine and there’s something else you’re feeling… something you definitely shouldn’t be feeling, not towards the prince and not after what happened on Sunday.

It appears that even after Harry’s warning, Valentina is thinking of a way to avoid having to apologize to you, but soon she realizes she has no choice. So taking a deep breath she turns to you and though her eyes tell a different story, her mouth does what she was asked to do.

“I am sorry for the way I talked. Would you please be so kind and change the flowers in my room?”

“No changing,” Harry answers before you even have the chance to speak up. “Y/N, please just take the flowers to my room. Miss Bernadotte won’t need new ones.”

It’s obvious Valentina wants to protest and you have questions too, but neither of you dare to speak. Valentina just nods with clenched jaw as you take the vases, there are two, and head over to Harry’s room. Faintly, you hear them talk, but you’re so shocked by the interaction you just had, you can’t focus on their words.

Reaching Harry’s room you place one vase to his nightstand and the other one ends up on one of his dressers. Chewing on your bottom lip you’re just about to leave when he walks in, making it impossible to dodge having to talk to him.

“Can we please talk?” he asks, so softly it’s nothing like the version that just ordered Valentina around a few minutes ago.

“Uh, sure,” you nod, barely looking at him. Thinking of the incident on Sunday still makes you feel so awkward and embarrassed and you weren’t planning on facing him anytime soon.

“Look, about last time–”

“Actually, can we please not talk about it?” you cut him off anxiously. His lips hang open and they grab your attention, the familiar feeling of want and lust returning to the pit of your stomach. “Can we pretend like nothing happened?”

“Is that what you want?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah, absolutely,” you nod as confidently as possible.

“Okay. So we’re back being… friends?” he asks and you see a hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth that you can’t really decide the reason for.

“Totally. Friends,” you nod.

“And we’re continuing the classes then,” he adds for your surprise. You completely forgot about the classes and didn’t think Harry would want to continue in this situation, but there you are. It wasn’t even a question, so you don’t really have a choice.

“Classes, sure,” you clear your throat, unsure of what’s truly happening.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to feel awkward around me. I won’t bring up last Sunday again, but I want you to be just like before that.”

“Is this the part where you say you miss the bickering and arguments?” you ask and the corners of your mouth curl up unintentionally. He is surely working his magic on you.

“It kinda grew on me, so yeah,” he nods grinning. “And I still want to get you to ride a horse, so I would never give up on the classes. Just so you know, this Sunday you’ll take this step.”

“What? Me, on a horse?” you scoff. “You’re moving too fast, don’t you think?”

“Sometimes fast is good,” he answers with a smug grin and you’re not sure he didn’t mean it in a dirty way.

“I’m just gonna… go now,” you breathe out, feeling your cheeks heating up as you head out of the room, but he stops you one last time.

“And hey! If Valentina is giving you a hard time again, just let me know and I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you,” you smile back at him gratefully before exiting the room.

Valentina doesn’t bother you after the encounter with the flowers and Harry. You’re not sure if it’s because of the little fiasco or if Harry paid her another visit and made sure she left you alone. Whichever version is true, you’re fine with it.

The visit of the Bernadotte family keeps Harry pretty busy, but you run into him a few times during the rest of the week. In the hallway, out in the yard and one time after dinner in the kitchen. Slowly, you forget about the awkwardness and shame you felt before, but it’s dangerous, because your longing for him is also back.

You already know Sunday’s classes will be interesting.

Harry was ready to confess his attraction to you when you cut him off and asked him to never talk about what happened last Sunday. For a moment, he was taken aback, maybe even hurt by your request, but it vanished pretty soon.

He could tell you didn’t want to talk because you have feelings. He is unsure of the depth of those feelings, but it was enough for him to want you even more, if that’s possible at this point. After you avoided him for days he realized he wants to be around you, with you. There was no way he would give up the classes and the time he could spend with you during them.

The rest of the week goes by with busy days, but he always feels the world becoming a brighter place whenever he sees you, even if it’s just by walking past you in the hallways. His heart flutters in his chest when you gift him with a sweet smile and he can’t stop thinking about you. Makes him feel like a teenager again, seeking every opportunity to see his crush.

By the time Sunday rolls around he has no doubt he wants to shoot his shot with you. He has no idea how or when, but he just knows he won’t be able to keep himself away from you any longer. He doesn’t want to. His fears and doubts about the future are still there and he has no idea what to do about them, but he decided to just follow his heart for once.

He’ll leave the damage control to his future self, however stupid that decision might be.

The second dance class of the deal is partially a disaster, because Harry keeps messing with you as you show him the different steps and moves, but only because he wants to see and hear you smile and laugh. And he succeeds every time.

Apart from his mischievous behavior, you’re making actual progress. Harry now has a somewhat confident knowledge of waltz, he knows the basics and he can actually dance it with you without stepping on your foot.

At this point it’s not even the dancing that’s hard for him, but being so close to you, his hand on your waist, or clenched together with yours, it’s intoxicating when he twirls you around and the sweet scent of your perfume whips towards him. He has to force himself to focus and not keep thinking about everything he wants to do with you that surely doesn’t belong to the ballroom.

“Okay, you’re not lost cause now,” you tease him at the end of the class, turning the music off.

“Wow, what a compliment!” he chuckles and his eyes linger on you a few moments longer than they should as he watches you sway over to the table to check your phone. He loves seeing you in your casual outfits, though the maid uniform has a special place in his heart too, your day-to-day clothes are a better reflection of who you are. And he is completely enamored by that person.

When you turn around his eyes find yours and your heart flutters in your chest seeing the cheeky smirk on his lips.

“Are you ready for your class?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and you swear you catch him peeking at your lips for a split second.

“I will never be ready for whatever you want me to do,” you breathe out, gathering your things as Harry chuckles softly.

“Never say never.”

You part ways for about fifteen minutes, you drop off your stuff in your room while he heads out to the stable and gets Ladybug ready for the class. You find Cassidy lying on her bed with her laptop, typing away as some pop song is playing softly through the speakers.

“How was the date?” she smirks at you.

“It wasn’t a date,” you roll your eyes.

“Sure,” she giggles. “And you’re not going on another date with him now, right?”

“Who would go on another date ten minutes after the first one?” you shrug, but the thought of dating Harry heats your cheeks up. Hopefully Cassidy doesn’t notice it.

“Y/N, he wants you, it’s pretty obvious.”

“It’s just a deal, Cass. You can’t know that for sure and after what happened last week I will not make any moves on him. I barely did then and it was all awkward and weird, so I would rather avoid that.”

“I still stand my case that it was just a misunderstanding and if you just let him talk to you, everything would be different now.”

“Thank you for sharing your thoughts, but I’ll just stick to my plan,” you give her a tight lipped smile as you change into a pair of more comfortable shoes and head out for your class that already has you shaking in your pants.

Harry said he wants you to ride Ladybug today. It’s a huge step after last weekend and you’re not sure you can actually take it.

You spot him from afar, he is brushing Ladybug who is already fully prepared for the class, the saddle is sitting on top of her back and you bite into your bottom lip thinking about how you’re expected to sit there very soon. Harry is wearing what he had on earlier, an old looking pair of jeans with a simple black t-shirt, the short sleeve flaunting the inked skin of his arm. You’ve been discovering new art every time you get physically closer to him, not because he gets new ones all the time, but because there are way too many to recognize everything at once. On sleepless nights you’ve dreamed about tracing the patterns and exploring the images and writings he found important enough to get permanently tattooed on his skin.

“Ladybug is very excited to see you again,” Harry beams as you approach them, though the horse is more focused on the apples she’s currently munching on.

“Uhuh, seems like that,” you breathe out a chuckle.

“Alright, let’s just do a rerun of last time, I have a bucket ready for you in the stable, can you get that and feed her some more?”

Nodding you do as he asked and though you still have a great amount of fear as you get closer to Ladybug, you manage to feed her with carrots and apples and Harry watches you with pride swelling in his chest that you didn’t even need his help to do it.

“So if you don’t like horses, what animals do you actually like? Or you’re scared of all of them?” he asks with a teasing smirk as he finishes up with the brushing and stands near you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I only don’t like animals that have more than four legs,” you shrug. “But butterflies are an exception,” you add smiling.

“And what about ladybugs?” he asks cheekily, petting the horse’s head who is way too busy eating to react to the action.

“I guess they are fine,” you add shyly.

Once Ladybug is fed and happy, the hard part comes. Harry gives you a few crucial instructions, things to know when you’re sitting on top of an animal that could easily tramp over you and kill you. You listen to him intently and try to remember everything while pushing back your fearful thoughts.

“I’ll be right behind you all along, okay?” he adds at the end.

“What, like, on another horse?” you ask dumbly, but he shakes his head no with a chuckle.

“No, I’ll ride her with you. I won’t just make you do this completely alone.”

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Okay.”

Harry makes sure the saddle is fastened safely one more time and then he grabs the empty bucket that once had Ladybug’s veggies, he flips it and places it next to her.

“Okay, you’ll have to get up there first so I can sit behind you. Stand on the bucket, you’ll need the extra height to push yourself up, trust me.”

Following his instructions you step up onto the bucket and nervously keep your hands beside you, not daring to touch anything, though you know you’ll have to find leverage sooner or later, there’s no way you can get up there without having to touch Ladybug.

“Alright. This is the stirrup,” he points at the thingy you know your foot should go in and you nod. “You’ll put your left foot into it, hold onto basically anything on the saddle, make a jump and pull yourself up. Throw your free leg over and you’ll have to end up in a sitting position. Understood?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you nod not too confidently.

“I’ll help you, don’t worry. Let’s give it a try.”

The cockiness and cheekiness is now gone from his beautiful eyes, you can tell he is taking it seriously and wants to help you to the fullest and you trust him with the task. With shaking hands you grab onto the saddle and taking a deep breath you put your left foot into the stirrup. Harry gets behind you and when you feel his hands hold onto your hips, you almost lose balance on the bucket.

“I’ll help you get up easier, okay? Give you a little push,” he explains.

The feel of his hands on your hips distracts you from the fear of what you’re about to do, but it also has your thoughts racing. Is it a big deal for him as well? Is he feeling the electricity that’s sparking under your skin where he is touching too?

You get rid of everything that’s not about the task you’re facing and you take a deep breath, focusing fully on Ladybug.

“On three, okay?” he murmurs and a shiver runs down your spine as you nod. “One, two… three!”

You push yourself away from the bucket, place your weight to the foot that’s in the stirrup and you feel Harry’s extra push, it gets you higher than you could have gotten. A gasp slips through your lips and somehow you swing your free leg over and before you could process what just happened, you’re sitting on the horse.

“Oh my God,” you suck on your breath and freeze, expecting to be thrown to the ground any moment, but it doesn’t happen. Ladybug stays calm and basically motionless.

Harry has a hand on your knee, his strong hold gives you something to focus on and not get freaked out by what’s happening.

“You’re doing great! Did it for the first try!” he grins at you proudly, but all you can force out is an anxious smile that drops a moment later when Ladybug takes just one tiny step backwards, but the motion of it surprises and shocks you.

“I don’t want to do this alone!” you shriek, urging him to get up behind you as fast as possible. It’s scary to be up there alone.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles softly.

It barely processes how he does it, maybe he uses the bucket too, but you’re not sure, he gets behind you so easily and fast, one moment he is down, the next he is right behind you. The shock of that change vanishes in a moment when you realize just how close you are to him.

Your backside is fully pressed up against his front, his thighs are running next to yours, you feel the muscles flexing as he adjusts himself. His arms reach out by your side and you watch him grab the rein while you’re holding your hands out, unsure what to do.

“Unless you’re trying to fly away, I suggest you hold it too,” he chuckles and his voice comes from right next to your ear, it sends a shiver down your spine as you grab a hold of the rein as well between where his hands are. “There you go. It’s not that bad, right?”

Maybe riding Ladybug with Harry behind you wasn’t a good idea after all. His closeness is practically setting you on fire, your body is reacting to every touch, feeling his chest pressed up against you so tight is making it impossible to think straight.

“Yeah,” you answer quietly with a nod.

“I’ll take the lead, but I want you to hold the rein too so you can see how I lead her,” he tells you softly before one of his hands moves to your hips. “Follow her movements with your hips. You’ll see her mane move side to side as she walks, follow that, you’ll catch onto the rhythm easily and it helps you keep balance,” he instructs you, giving your hip a gentle squeeze before his hand returns to the rein. “Ready?”

“I feel like I can’t say no at this point,” you let out an airy chuckle and you feel his chest vibrating behind you with his laugh.

“Okay, let’s go then. We’ll take a little walk in the woods, want to check the lake?” he asks and in a way you feel like he is talking to you as if you were a child, but you don’t get offended, you definitely feel like a lost and scared little girl, trusting he’ll catch you if you fall, so you just nod and hold your breath as Ladybug starts walking towards the woods.

“Relax, she has never thrown anyone off her,” he murmurs gently since you’re still quite anxious.

“Is she afraid of something?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, snakes or spiders maybe? In movies horses always go wild when they see stuff they are scared of.”

“She is fearless,” he answers and you can tell he is smiling.

As you take the path leading into the woods you stay quiet for a while, Harry lets you get used to the feel of it and slowly but surely you loosen up. You try to follow her movements with your hips as he told you, but you couldn’t miss them even if you wanted, because sitting practically between Harry’s legs you’re forced to move in sync with him.

“Still alive?” he asks teasingly after a while and you chuckle nodding.

“Surprisingly.” The peaceful setting and the familiar sounds of the woods calm your nerves and you start to actually enjoy the ride. “You’re a good teacher,” you add then.

“You think so?” he asks and he’s genuinely surprised by the compliment.

“Yeah. You’re patient and always know what to say. I was scared to death of horses just about two weeks ago and now I’m riding one, that’s a great achievement,” you chuckle softly making him laugh as well.

“You weren’t afraid of horses, you were afraid of getting hurt by them because of that one time,” he corrects you and you want to protest right away, but as his words sink in you realize he’s right.

“You know, I might start to think you’ll actually be a great king,” you sigh, making him laugh, that kind that comes deep from his belly, shaking his chest so you feel it on your back. It’s comforting.

“God forbid that happens!”

In no time you reach the lake, the famous lake where you met for the first time weeks ago and to think how much has changed since is kind of epic and comical.

It’s just as enchanting and peaceful as you remembered, you haven’t been able to come out here often lately, but just the sight of the still water can calm your nerves.

“We can take a break, what do you say? I think Ladybug is a bit thirsty,” Harry suggests and you hum in agreement.

Harry pulls on the rein and Ladybug comes to a halt, stopping a few feet away from the water.

“I’ll get off first and then help you too, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, trusting him fully.

His hands let go of the rein and first he leans a bit onto you before you feel his presence disappear from behind you as he lands on the ground next to you.

“Pull your right foot out of the stirrup first,” he tells you. “Now let go of the rein and hold onto the saddle. You’ll put your weight to your left foot again, swing your right one over and it’ll land on the ground. I’ll catch you so you don’t lose balance.”

You love how he tells you every tiny detail and makes sure you know what’ll happen along with how he’ll be helping you. You surely wouldn’t be able to do it without him.

“Ready? On three again. One, two… three!”

Pushing yourself up a bit you swing your leg as he told you, feeling yourself getting lower and closer to the ground while your left foot remains in the stirrup. Your right one lands successfully, but you might have moved a bit too forcefully, because you can feel yourself stumbling backwards, while your left foot is stuck in the stirrup.

However before you could end up facepalming the ground, Harry’s arms curl around your waist and he steadies you by holding you tight to his chest.

“I got you,” he hums as you wiggle your foot out of the stirrup so you can stand confidently, though you don’t want Harry to let go of you.

“Thank you,” you breathe out as his arms fall from around you and you’re just about to turn around and face him, but it feels so weird standing on your feet that you trip in them like a complete idiot and fall right back at Harry, ending up in his arms once again, but this time, facing him.

“I-I’m so sorry, I just–” you stutter with a pounding heart in your chest, your face only millimeters away from his.

“It’s okay,” he smiles softly, but the usual smugness is missing from his tone and features, he appears a bit nervous and hesitant and it feels just like last Sunday over again.

Only that Harry knows he doesn’t want a rerun of that and he makes sure it doesn’t happen.

By pressing his lips against yours.

It catches you by surprise, after the last time you were ready to just move on and pretend like there was no spark, but the way he kisses you now completely flips your whole world upside down. There’s no hesitation in the way you return it, just as eager and hungrily as he is towards you, your arms curling around his neck to pull him down and closer as you press as much of your front against him as possible. His fingers dig into your hips so strongly, they might leave bruises behind, but you’d wear them anytime as reminders of this, because you might think it never even happened, that’s how surreal it feels.

You moan into his mouth when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth and he uses the opportunity to push his tongue against yours when he kisses you again, your arousal already pooling between your legs, but you’re not the only one getting excited and worked up. When his hands find your ass he wastes no time to grab it wherever he can reach, pulling you even closer and when your hips press against his you can feel just how much he wants you already.

The pushing and pulling moves the two of you around until your back is pressed up against a tree, a gasp slipping through your lips, because he pins you against it with his hips, his growing erection very apparent against you even through the fabric of his jeans.

“I want you so badly, Y/N,” he growls almost like an animal before he starts kissing down your jawline, the column of your throat, all while his hands move under your shirt, the skin to skin contact intoxicating the both of you as his fingers sink into your naked back and waist.

“Take me then,” you breathe out, ready to do whatever he wants, right here and now.

And Harry will not let this chance go to waste.

His lips return to yours, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow while his hands work on the button and zipper of your jeans. It doesn’t even occur to you that you’re out in public, that however big this forest is, anyone could easily see you here. You’re way too lost in the pleasure of the moment to care about any of that.

“Fuck!” you moan when he pushes a hand into your pants and panties, his fingers finding your clit in no time.

“We’re not leaving this place until you come on my fingers, Y/N. Understood?” he pants against your lips as the pads of his fingers work magic on your clit, just the way you like it. Your back arches in pleasure, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you lose ability to form words.

“I asked a question, I want an answer,” he growls, biting into your bottom lip again, slowing down his fingers to urge you for a reply.

“Yes! Yes, I understand!” you gasp, rolling your hips, desperate for more friction.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before kissing you again and his fingers get to work again.

If you didn’t know better you’d think it’s not his first time with you. He knows exactly what you want and need, he knows what makes your knees go weak and what gets you practically screaming. He turns you into a hot mess, panting and moaning against that damn tree with his hand inside your pants. When he pushes two fingers inside you, you both gasp, you from the fulfilling feeling and him from the way your walls tighten around him. He knows he won’t be able to even think of another woman from now on and you haven’t even gone all the way just yet.

“Harry, oh my God!” you whine as you lace your fingers through his messy curls and grab onto them while he is kissing and sucking on you anywhere he can reach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this. About seeing you like this, making you feel this good,” he growls, pressing his lips against the side of your head. You’re falling apart, your orgasm rapidly building in the pit of your stomach. If he wasn’t pushing you against the tree so tight, you’d be probably on the ground, because your legs have given up underneath you.

“Harry, I’m so close,” you gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage, your nails digging into his massive muscles and he picks up his pace with no mercy, his finger sliding in and out of you while he also pays special attention to your clit.

“Cum for me, Y/N, come on!” he urges you. The air gets knocked out of your lungs when he starts curling his fingers whenever he pushes them inside you and it’s the last string that’s been holding you back.

Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, bursts inside you, setting your body on fire and Harry doesn’t stop until your breathing starts to slow down somewhat. His hungry kisses turn into soft, gentle touches, his lips press against your cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead, all while you’re trying to catch your breath and process what just happened.

When the hazy clouds clear up from your vision you look at him as if you were seeing an angel from above. He pulls his hands out of your pants and without a second thought brings his glistening fingers to his lips, licking them off like they’re covered in chocolate.

You take his face in your hands and pull him in for a hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his precious lips and it’s making you lose your mind at this point.

“We should head back,” he hums against your lips, but you just keep kissing him, your hands wandering down to the bulge in his jeans that’s still pretty apparent, however he grabs your wrist before you could get down to action. The rejection gets to you in an instant, but Harry is quick to explain himself.

“If you touch me now I won’t be able to stop and I want to take my time with you. Believe me, I want you, but now is not the time and place.”

He places a soft kiss to your lip as you nod, respecting his choice, though you feel bad that only you got pleasured. However you don’t know that just seeing you in this state was more pleasing to him than he could ever imagine.

Fixing your clothes you finally push yourself away from the tree and Harry takes your hand, pulling you over to Ladybug. The poor animal has been happily roaming around the coast of the lake, drinking and tasting the green grass, oblivious to what just happened.

Harry helps you up, which is a bit harder without the help of the bucket, but you make it and moments later Harry is right behind you, just like before. His arms curl around your waist and you can’t help but giggle when he kisses into your neck before he takes a hold of the rein and the two (three) of you head back to the palace.

The way back is quiet and you use the time to think it all through. You have no regrets about what just happened in the woods, but you’re unsure what it means for the future. Was it just a one time thing? Does Harry want no strings attached? Or he wants you more than just in a physical way?

You don’t want to say the wrong thing and bringing it up you’re scared he might get upset, so you decide to just keep your mouth shut and go with the flow for now.

Arriving back to the stable Harry gets off of the horse first and then helps you off, this time you manage to do it without tripping twice, though you’d love to end up in his arms again. You’re starting to feel nervous and a bit awkward, are you supposed to say something? Or you’ll just move on like nothing happened?

Because something did happen and you definitely want it to happen again.

“Wait here, I’ll get her back into her box,” Harry asks and you nod, watching him lead Ladybug inside.

You’re aimlessly kicking the dirt around, biting your bottom lip, trying to figure out what to do next and you have no idea how Harry sees the situation now. You almost miss it when he returns, only realize he is back when he taps on your shoulder so you turn towards him. He opens his mouth to say something but then sees you chewing on your lip and it distracts him in an instant. Reaching up he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger before tugging on your lip to release it from between your teeth.

“You’re tempting me,” he murmurs softly before he lets his hand fall. “Can you come to my room tonight, please?”

Not trusting your voice all you can do is nod and you catch his eyes wander down to your lips. He quickly looks to the right and left, checking if anyone is around and when he sees that it’s safe his gaze returns to you.

“I have to go now. See you later?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out and for your surprise he leans down and pecks your lips shortly before heading inside, leaving you standing there in complete shock.

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Hii, hope u feel better soon! Could I request one where Florence is in love with the reader who’s the writer for her new movie but she struggles to admit it to herself until it gets pointed out by one of her costars or like in a game of truth or dare or something.

Game of Confessions

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare lets Florence open up about her feelings.

|Fluff | 1.3K | Mentions of drinking |

Requests are closed.

AC: Loved this idea!! I hope you enjoy it! X *I had to repost this because I posted it with the wrong request, please forgive lmao*

Being a writer has always been a passion of yours, you’d been writing things here and there since you could remember. So, when you were offered to be the writer for the new Marvel mini-series for Disney + called ‘Bishop Security’ you jumped at the chance. You couldn’t stop smiling when Marvel actually picked up your script and ideas and decided to go with it.

The series focused on the story of Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova so getting to work with not only Marvel, but Hailee Steinfeld and Florence Pugh was blowing your mind. You’d met and worked with Florence once before on another movie but still, you enjoyed being on set day in and day out, watching scenes and listening to script suggestions or writing changes with all the talented people you were working with. It caught your attention that Florence was acting a little different towards you than she usual was, at first it worried you and made you sad thinking that you might have done something wrong, but she assured you that wasn’t the case and that she simply just had a bit on her mind.

“Take a picture Flo, it’ll last longer” Hailee whispered to Florence before handing her the takeaway coffee, “huh? I wasn’t staring” Florence’s eyes quickly moved away from your figure as you were going over the script with the director. “Oh please, you can’t stop staring at her since we started filming” Hailee teased with a soft elbow to the ribs. “We work together, I have to look at her”

“Yeah, look, not drool honey” Hailee chuckled, “come on, we have a scene” she adds before the two walks towards you and the director. “Good morning” you greet both women with a smile, “ready to smash the day?” you add.

“I’m always ready” Florence returned the smile. “That’s what we like to hear” you replied, “We’ve just made some slight changes to the scene if you both want to have a quick run over the script before we start” you suggest. “Absolutely” Florence said taking a look at the new script before walking away with Hailee.

“I’m always ready” Hailee teased once more, “Drop it” Florence chuckled. “You should tell her you like her”

“It’s a bit more than that” Florence mumbled as she read through the changes.

“Wait, what? You’re in love with her? Is that what I’m hearing?” Hailee perked up to Florence’s surprise, “huh? That’s not what I said” her cheeks when red. “Oh you’ve got it bad! How long?”

Florence sighed in defeat, “since we first worked together last year” she admits, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since”

“That’s adorable! But why won’t you tell her?”

“Because she’s her and I’m me, we wouldn’t work…I mean, we would both be away for work and that’s not fair on either of us”

“So? that’s the beauty of love! If it’s meant to be than it’ll find a way to work”

“I don’t know” Florence mumbled with a sigh, “can we just get back to work?” she asked.

Over the last couple of weeks of filming things with Florence got harder, she became distance and not her happy self around you. You were sure you’d done something to upset her by now and asked Hailee for help.

“Oh, trust me, it’s not what you think” Hailee tried to hide her wide smile, “Are you sure? It just feels like I’ve done something to upset her, she’s distant and cold towards me. This isn’t like her. I really just want to make things up to her if I’ve done something to hurt her feelings or made her think less of me” you explain. Hailee panicked slightly with coming up with a good distraction to keep you a peace while Florence had her stressful break down on her feelings. “I’m sure it’s not you, in fact, she’s been like that with me as well. Sometimes work can be a lot, you know, a lot of late nights and stuff. I’ll talk to her” she smiled, her words were enough to lower your worries, “what would be great, thank you and please, if we’re working too much, let us know!” you added before walking to your trailer.

Hailee rushed straight to Florence’s trailer once you were out of sight. “Flo open the door” she said in a huff, “what’s going on?!” Florence opened the door in a worry. “You’ve gotta do something about your little Y/n issue. She’s worried she’s upset you and is asking questions”

“W-what did you tell her?”

“I just said that you’re probably a little stressed with work and that you’d also been distant with me. I had too, she’s upset and worried she’s hurt your feelings or done something to upset you. Just tell her, it’s driving you crazy”

“I know, I know but I just…just leave it with me, I promise ill sort it out” Florence replied, her tone making her words unsure of their meaning.

A couple of more weeks go by, and things have changed slightly between you and Florence, she wasn’t as distant but her conversations with you were kept short and sweet, not to mention she was lacking the eye contact with you.

Once filming had wrapped up, Hailee invited you to a night out for celebration drinks, which you of course agreed to. Being with the cast and crew once last time was special, there were plenty of drinks drank and food shared, the restaurant booked to accommodate the group with a tab that would be paid by Hailee and Florence as a thank you for all the hard work. After a few fun and eventful hours, most of the guest had left to get an early night before flying home or helping to back up the set. It was just you, Hailee, and Florence by the end of the night which led to the three of you playing stupid little games as the group got smaller and smaller until it was just the three of you.

“Okay Florence, your turn!” Hailee smiled before sipping her cocktail, “truth or dare” she adds. Florence smiled, “dare”

“I dare you to confess a secret” Hailee smirked as your eyes looked between the two, Florence’s smile dropped as she knew where this was going, “I don’t think so” she chuckled lightly. “Nope, come on, you said dare and now you have to do it” Hailee said, “it is the rules” you smiled before sipping your own drink. Florence sighed as she chewed her bottom lip and shook her head in Hailee’s direction.

“I don’t have any secrets” she spoke.

“Bullshit!” Hailee shook her head, “just say it would you!” she adds. By now you felt a little suspicious like there was something Hailee knew that you didn’t. Florence downed her drink in a panic before looking at you with a soft smile, “I think you’re beautiful” she complimented to your surprise, “thanks Flo, so are you” you smiled.

“No” she chuckled, “I think…. I, uhm, I”

“Just say it already Pugh!” Hailee nudged.

“Say what?” you frowned slightly.

Florence sighed once more, swallowing the lump in her throat, “I’m in love with you, Y/n” she finally admits, “it’s why I’ve been distant with you…I’m sorry that you thought you upset me, you didn’t…I’m just – “

“Beautiful” you said cutting her off, “you’re beautiful and you’re adorable, why didn’t you just say something?” you asked. Hailee sat back in her seat watching the love story unfold. “Because I didn’t want to scare you” Florence spoke. Without replying, you stood up and walked over to her and slightly lent down cupping her face and smashing your lips onto hers. Hailee gasp at the action, Florence melted into your touch, kissing you back with passion. “W-wow, I wasn’t expecting that” she chucked against your lips, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long” you replied as she pulled you in for another kiss.

“Looks like my job here is done” Hailee smiled, “I’ll leave you two it” she added walking over to the bar.

“This doesn’t mean you get to skip out on a first date” you smiled once you both pulled away, “I’d love to take you out” Florence returned the smile.

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The Hunted

(A Haunted! Din Djarin x F! Reader Mini-Series)

Chapter Two: Chased

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Word Count: 6.8k

Rating: Mature

Tags: Din is Haunted, Dark! Din Djarin, Possessive Din, Protective Din, Possession (By the Darksaber), Attempted assault, Rescue scenarios, Established Relationship, Angst

Warnings: Stalking, Toxic Relationship Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Delusions, Please Refer to Tags

Summary:

You’re tired of running.

There’s a part of you that wants this all to end already. To finally give in just like Din is waiting for you to do, to surrender and let him take you. You find yourself missing his touch, find yourself longing for his grip on you, protective, possessive, as if trying to remind himself that deep down, you’re his, only ever his. You want to feel him again, feel his lips growl a curse against your collarbone, broad hands splayed over your hips and chest heaving with every breath. You want to hear the way he spoke to you, hear his voice purr in your ear.

“Good girl.”

Sometimes you’re tempted. When you’ve been running for days without rest, eyes heavy and limbs aching you feel your heart call out to him, almost wishing he’d appear. Sometimes it feels as if he would, as if the mere whisper of his name would summon him before you. There’s a dark, twisted part of you that wants to try, to stare up at the stars and utter his name like a magic spell- Din.

“Come find me.”

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You've been running for weeks.

It's exhausting. You can't remember the last time you slept for more than a few hours, ate something that wasn't street-food or hastily packed rations. Every time you wake your muscles sing in protest, limbs shivering from fatigue. There’s a weariness to your bones you can’t shake, something to dwells not inside your body, but your soul as well. It doesn’t vanish with sleep, that guilt lingering even in wakeless dreams. Yet even when you do rest your mind won't stop spinning, turning over with thoughts of him.

Din is on your tail, that much is clear. You don't know how you know but you do, can sense the shadow of his figure lurking behind you sometimes it's enough to make you break into a dead sprint without turning around. You’re being hunted, that much is clear. Hunted by a hunter far faster, more experienced than you, your only hope is to run, dance a few steps ahead like some doe being tracked through a never-ending wilderness. It’s all you can do to stay focused, your anxiety an ever-present gnawing sensation at the back of your mind. The thought of Din's gloved hands appearing from the shadows and reaching for you, seizing you and dragging you backwards against his broad chest sends goosebumps racing along your skin faster than fathiers.

It seems like every other day you're on a new planet, never revisiting the same place twice in case Din might somehow be there waiting for you to step off whatever ship you're hiding on, that you've talked your way onto. You conjure the scenario every time you hop aboard a ship to a new place- the idea that somehow Din has already mapped your trajectory and is simply waiting for you there. The image of his form waiting at the bottom of a ramp, arms crossed, and visor tilted down towards you makes you wrap your arms around yourself as if it can ward off the cold of his touch.

You haven't heard a word from him since the day you left, since he left you with that message that seems to haunt your waking dreams.

"I'll come find you."

You don't doubt the sincerity of his words. Din was bred for this, for the chase, the hunt. It's what he was trained for, what he's done for years. Mandalorians aren’t hunters by trade. They’re warriors, designed to fight and capture and kill if necessary. Din is no different. It's how he managed to become one of the most accomplished hunters in the Outer Rim, how the mere whisper of his name sends a murmur of fear through those who might eventually find themselves his quarry.

Just like you.

You follow a strict set of rules, ones designed to keep Din at bay, to keep you safe, to preserve your freedom for just another day, another hour, a few more seconds outside of him and that thing that has captured him in its twisted, macabre siren's song.

You don't show your face. Accidentally, you adopt Din's creed of masking yourself from prying eyes. Unlike his beskar helm you don a simple hood, drawn deep over your face so that others have to truly peer to see anything except your mouth as you ask them the next ride out of town, where you can find lodgings, a warm meal. The fewer who recognize you, the fewer to point Din in the direction you went.

You never give your real name, always opting for an alias that changes every time you switch planets. Jax, Grim, Dartneth, names you conjure on the spot like some spell of invisibility, spoken to keep your true identity a secret. A part of you hates it, feels as if with every new name you lose a piece of yourself, let another inch of your identity slip away. In its place you feel the specter of someone else take its place, of a scared, frightened creature traipsing aimlessly across the heavens in search of refuge from the shadows that chase them.

You always stick to populated planets. You never venture beyond the edges of the cities you're in, knowing that it only gives Din one more opportunity to shorten his lead on you. As long as you can vanish into a crowd, retain the possibility of losing Din in the throng, you are that much safer. If you can put bodies between you and him you will, and deep down you stifle the dreaded thought of Din using the Darksaber to slice through them in pursuit of you- his eyes ever trained on your back growing smaller in the distance.

You try to erase any instances of yourself as much as possible, slipping a few extra credits to those who you've spoken to for too long, to those who have managed to see your face or ask for your name. You buy their silence with your ever dwindling stash of credits, hoping it buys you that much more distance between you and your pursuer. You know that Din could perhaps simply double whatever you have offered them in exchange for the information they were paid to keep secret, but the time it takes him to negotiate is more time you could use to slip off world, to a new planet, running farther and farther from him until the day where there’s no place to run.

Despite all this, you hear murmurs of him sometimes, overheard conversations from bar patrons as you hide with your hood drawn in a back corner of the strange Mandalorian asking about a bounty of some kind. More than once you hear vendors in markets whispering of the beskar-clad warrior they had seen only hours prior. They whisper of him, Mando like he's some ominous ghost, lurking like an omen of doom at the edge of their peripheries.

You find yourself among them, praying to an unknown entity that you don’t see him, that you manage to avoid him at all costs- including your own fractured heart. Yet you know he’s there, locking onto your scent and never wavering in his chase of you. Still, you run, hoping that you won’t see him, and yet wishing all the same that you would catch a glimpse of your beloved Mandalorian.

On the third day after your departure, you see him.

It’s quick. The market you’re in on Tatooine is packed, with vendors and townsfolks bumping shoulder to shoulder, jostling you through the throng of people as you try to find your way to the spaceport. It’s hot, and the cracked heat and packed bodies around you makes sweat pool at the small of your back, eyes squinting in the harsh brightness. Then, there’s a prickle at your senses, and all at once you still. Eyes widening, hair rising along your neck, you can’t deny the eerie, horrifying sensation of being watched.

When you turn halfway, eyes glinting in the afternoon sunlight, you catch the reflection of the twin suns on a beskar helmet, and of a pitch-black visor trained on your form.

You don’t even breathe before you’re running, sprinting, shoving your way through the crowd and breaking out in a cold sweat despite the desert heat. You manage to get off world, somehow, without him following you. You think at the time that it’s nothing short of a miracle that you were able to escape when he had been so close behind you. It takes days to shake the feeling of his breath ghosting along the nape of your neck while you walk, of turning around to see there’s nothing there.

That is, until it happens again. He’s there, crouching just beyond the bushes of the Rishi pirate spaceport, waiting like the Krakja jungle cats that prowl the edge of town. He’s there, lurking in the Nar Shadaa alleyway, his armor reflecting the neon cantina signs that hover far above. He’s there, waiting outside the inn where you stopped to get food, and you only catch a glimpse of him before you bolt out the back door and vanish into the night. It’s the same, each and every time. Just when you think you’ve finally lost him, just when you start to let your guard down and think you might have finally outrun him, he’s there. Waiting, watching, observing at a distance, patient, ever present, persistent and unstoppable.

It doesn't make sense. He seems like he's always a mere step behind you, close enough that he could reach out and grasp you if he wanted. Yet he doesn't. He seems content with this game of his, of being so close you swear you can feel the barest whisper of him before he vanishes back into the crowd.

More than that, he doesn't seem to take advantage of your mistakes. Once, you fall asleep in the corner of a dry, lonely cantina, exhausted to the brim and so tired you can hardly keep your eyes open. You don't know how long you stay like that, but you know your hood slips away at one point, allowing any and all to see your face clearly.

Yet he doesn't come.

At one point you're so dazed from trying to navigate Correllia's labyrinth of a train network that you accidentally circle right to where you started. The horror of your mistake manages to drain any fatigue from your wracked body, and you spend the rest of your time on the planet with your back to walls, your eyes frantically tracing over every shadow, every strange figure on the subway.

Din doesn't reveal himself.

He could press his advantage on you, as your mind wanders as a result of stress and your pace slows from exhaustion. Yet he doesn't. It almost seems like he's giving you a chance, allowing you to slip up and then reel in the knowledge of your mistakes.

Almost as if he's trying to draw this out.

The realization comes to you slowly, your mind fogged by the constant stress of pursuit and senses dulled by fatigue. You don't truly comprehend what's going on until a call far too close comfort, one that leaves you sleepless for what seems like days, jumping at every shadow and balking at every darkened corner.

You're on Garel, stuck there after narrowly missing the last shuttle out for the day. You find yourself forced to search for a place to bunk for the night, feet dragging along the pavement and eyes heavy with fatigue. It's a dangerous situation to be in, already tired and running thin on credits. More than that, the area around the spaceport is crawling with bounty hunters. Normally you'd veer far away from this scene, but the knowledge that skilled hunters might see your Mando and intercept him for his beskar actually works to your advantage. Anything to buy you more time, more distance, another day.

The tantalizing smell of smoked tauntaun draws you to a nearby food vendor, who does you a courtesy of selling the last bits of his street food at a discount before closing shop. You're only moments away from biting gratefully into the tender meat when you feel it, a disturbance.

You glance over your shoulder only once to catch the flash of silver beskar before you're launching yourself over the stall, eyes impossibly wide and every muscle straining with tension. The vendor above you tries to stammer an objection as you worm yourself under the counter, but stills upon seeing your terrified, distraught face hiding next to his legs.

"Please." You whisper, shoulders shaking as you hear the incoming footsteps that herald the arrival of him.

At first you think the vendor will frown, drag you out from under his stall and toss you over to Din, who's heavy, ominous presence now looms over the smaller man's figure before him. Yet the vendor doesn't falter, doesn't reveal you, not yet.

You're shaking, arms wrapped around you less to comfort yourself and more to ward off the cold that emanates from the weapon at Din's hip. You can feel it without even seeing it, can feel the way the Darksaber whispers to you and undulates like shadows at the corner of your thoughts. It feels almost magnetic, the pull of the blade. Yet you know the moment you stop resisting you'll only start drowning, lungs choked full of black smoke as you try desperately to surface against the madness of the artifact.

You a small thud, the flicker of a hologram from a puck which no doubt summons an image of your face.

"Have you seen them?" Din speaks, and you hear his voice, scraping hard against the back of his throat. He sounds tired, worn. You wonder for a moment when was the last time he slept, or even ate.

Your concern for him bubbles up within you despite your fear, but you keep yourself plastered under the counter, out of sight.

The food vendor pauses, and you feel your heart threaten to rise violently out of your chest, imagining him not speaking but casting a subtle glance to the ground at his feet where you hide.

At the same time your mind can't help but conjure what would happen if he did, if Din followed his gaze to your hiding place. You can imagine him vanishing for all of a moment, long enough for you to check where he was before a firm grip dragged you from your shelter, strong arms wrapping around you, immobilizing you to his chest as he growls your name in your ear.

"No." The vendor says at last, definitively. You're so relieved you nearly sigh, instead clasping your hands over your mouth in an effort to silence any sound at all, less it alert Din to your presence.

Yet Din doesn't leave. Nor does he speak, instead simply hovering, looming above you as if scrutinizing the man's response, trying to pinpoint the fissure in his lie.

You can sense the vendor beside you waver for a moment, and you think that perhaps he'll reveal you after all. Yet then he shifts, crosses his arms at the Mandalorian in front of him in a brash display of annoyance.

"You gonna buy a tauntaun stick or what?" He asks snippily, but you can hear the slight waver in his voice despite the effort, the silent prayer that the fearsome bounty hunter will simply leave you both alone.

Then, you hear Din chuckle.

It's an odd sound, coming from him, and it catches you by surprise. Yet you have time to question it before he's collecting the puck off the counter above you and fastening it back to his belt.

"Sorry to bother you." He speaks, and soon you hear the sound of him shuffling away, footsteps fading until there's nothing but the murmurs of the street around you as if he was never there at all.

You wait an extra minute after he's gone to make sure before at last shifting and slowly climbing out from your shelter. Your limbs feel heavy, stiff, as if weighed down by a strange, artificial gravity courtesy of your own thundering heartbeat.

"Thank you." You say breathlessly to the vendor who helped you. You see his eyes soften for just a moment, a flicker of compassion there and gone before he can speak it.

"Someone getting killed at my stall is bad for business." He grumbles, giving you a shooing motion as if to hurry you and your misfortune away. Yet despite the irritation of his tone, you hear an underlying murmur of concern there, something too akin to your own feelings of fear.

You only take a few steps before you hear the vendor call for you again, and you turn. Yet this time his eyes are serious, grim, and you shiver at the warning in his voice. For a moment it feels as if he somehow sees your own future- is able to discern what your fate will be, inherently tied to Din’s as it is.

"Keep running."

You do. You run for what seems like days, feet never stopping, mind never pausing, instincts resorting to something primal, knowing that there's a phantom attached to your shadow. You're so consumed by your flight that you don't stop to think about just how easy it was for you to get away, the way Din huffed what seemed like a laugh under his helmet before fading back into the crowd. It doesn't click until days after exactly what happened, exactly what Din is doing.

He let you get away on purpose. He let you get a head start, bided his time until you were nearly out of options before cornering you and taunting you with his presence, knowing there was nowhere for you to run- that even if you did he would merely have to stretch out a hand to catch you.

Din is enjoying this.

Like some strange apex predator, Din seems to relish in the scent of your fear, of being so close he can almost taste you before letting you escape from him once more. Like a Loth-wolf with a mouse, he seems to be close to biting down for the killing blow before releasing you, sending you skittering away with stifled breath and horrified eyes.

It terrifies you.

The idea that Din could end this chase whenever he wanted, that he could easily swoop in and drag you back to his side makes your heartbeat so loudly you wonder if he can hear it from parsecs away. This dreaded, almost forbidden secret clings to you like a shroud, choking the air in your lungs like black smoke. You twist and turn that night, eyes staring into the darkness as if the shadows of the Darksaber watch you there, whisper the secret of your whereabouts to their master.

You push yourself even harder after gaining this knowledge, and for several days you barely eat, barely sleep, do little other than walk, run, hide away on ships and talk your way into catching rides off whatever world you're on.

You have no destination, the only goal in your relentless escape being one of evasion, a mere postponement of the inevitable when Din at last decides to end this chase. You travel to worlds you only dared to dream of, to destinations you had only heard of in stories. Your journey takes you from the Outer Rim inwards, further than the Mid-Rim and even beyond. Like a doe sprinting through a glen you leap across star charts, running yourself ragged trying to escape the hunter that pursues you, tries to ensnare you in his trap, knowing it’s your destiny to be caught and still vainly trying to escape it.

You consider trying to flee to Cara and Greef, or perhaps Fennec and Fett, trying to find sanctuary with the people that would be Din’s allies. Yet you only manage to fear that should you escape to them it would only put them in danger, with you, a coward, trying to use them as a vain shield to protect you against Din’s obsession with bringing you back to his side.

Din would never hurt you, you know this. He’s too devoted to you, obsessive and fanatic with his affections. He’ll steal you away, certainly, take you back by force if he has to. The others, however, you can’t be sure. If Din was forced to fight them in order to get to you, you have no doubt he would, that he might even kill them in the process. You decide resolutely you can’t take that risk, even if it means putting yourself directly in the path of his pursuit.

So, you consider trying to find Bo-Katan and the other Mandalorians in hopes that if anyone can stop Din from this bloodied path of self-destruction, it’s them. Surely warriors from the same blood, the same creed would be able to subdue your Mandalorian, manage to save him from himself. Yet then you remember the look in Bo-Katan’s eyes, the greed, the hunger for the weapon that has Din in its grasp. You know that even if she were to win, the blade can only be claimed should she kill its previous master.

The image haunts you, the thought of Din’s body crumpled and fallen, bleeding out as black ichor seeps past his armor and pools around him- all as Bo-Katan claims her prize, rips the blade free from his chest with a sickening slice of flesh. You know you’d never be able to do that- to kill Din to save yourself. You know you’d die before that happened.

There’s only one more option. The Jedi.

You saw how the sorcerer took on Gideon’s entire force of dark troopers, raised a hand and crumpled one of the droids without even touching it, without even breaking a single drop of sweat. You had been too distracted at the time with Grogu, with watching Din’s face fall when he said farewell to his foundling to notice the pure strength that seemed to effortlessly roll of the Jedi. His eyes had been so serene despite the fight he had just endured, and now you wished you could somehow retrieve that same serenity yourself, let it guide you to a path that would rescue Din.

You know if you were to go to him he would help you, would go as far as to fight Din- and win. Who else to best fight a Mandalorian, after all, than a Jedi?

Trying to find the Jedi is no easy task. Even if you did know where he and Grogu were, there’s no way for you to get to them without a ship. Your only hope is to somehow get a message to him, a signal in the darkness that beckons him to your- to Din’s aid. You start by trying to find the force user you two met on Corvus in hopes that perhaps she knows, only to come up empty handed. You hear a rumor of her vanishing to the Unknown Regions, with little indication she’d ever return. As the weeks pass without a lead you begin to find yourself losing hope, the dark temptation of surrender whispering at the back of your thoughts.

You dream of Din. Most nights your thoughts are shadowed by the presence of him, of Din stalking you even through your dreams, ceaseless and uninterrupted in his pursual of you. You dream of the sword at his side, hear the whispers of it calling out to you almost sweetly, trying to assuage your fears with sickly sweet words in Mando'a that you can't understand.

One night you manage to hide yourself in a refugee camp on Aldahni, falling mercifully unconscious even before your head even hits your pillow. That night your dreams are peaceful, and you find yourself in Din's arms, his scent free of the bite of blood and bone, his voice soft against your skin. His touch is gentle, almost shy, skimming over your flesh with a featherlight whisper that you want to embed into your senses forever and ever. It tugs at your heart, makes something within you ache so deep and fierce it nearly brings you to tears even in sleep. You want this, want to immerse yourself in the comfort of him, of you two alone against the galaxy. If only you could go back to this, you think, to the way things were before that damned sword, before it had managed to drag Din beneath the pitch-black waves of madness.

When you wake, you swear you almost feel that same gentle touch skim over your cheek before vanishing into the cold air. You can almost hear his footsteps when he walks away into the morning mist, as if he was never there to begin with.

You tell yourself it was just part of your dream.

Yet you can’t erase the feeling for days after, even if you had imagined it. It chases you just as much as Din does, the stroke of his gloved hand against your cheek left there almost like a brand. It was so gentle, so tender that for a moment you forget that it’s him, or at least the version of him that’s been warped by the Darksaber. It reminds you of the days before, of his voice that spoke so softly to you, his words always somewhat muted, as if he were almost afraid to show you his affections.

You miss him.

Despite your constant pursuit, despite the utter grief and fear that every thought of the Darksaber brings, you know it’s not him you’re truly scared of. He’s the blade’s master, but it is the blade that has him trapped within its grasp. Your Din is still there, trapped somewhere inside. It’s the reason he’s chasing you, trying to bring you back to his side. He’s not hunting you so much as biding his time, waiting for you to tire and give in so he can appear before you, gather you in his arms with little resistance and take you back to where you belong.

You consider it sometimes, think about what it would mean to just…stop running.

If one day you just stopped where you stood, feet halting and just waited, no doubt Din would find you. If you did that, if- when he found you, what would it mean? Would you be able to talk to him, convince him then to get rid of the Darksaber when you couldn’t with the message you sent after you had left him? Would he even listen? Or would he simply take you into his embrace and take you home, back to his side?

You can imagine his words, rumbled deep in his chest but purring in your ear with a sickly sweetness that was undeniably addictive.

“We're going home now, Mesh'la.”

You try not to think about what you would do if that were the case. You like to tell yourself you’d struggle, you’d fight him off and escape yet again. Somehow you’d manage to squirm from his embrace and flee, feet never stopping as you leap across the stars themselves. Yet you know you’d be running for the rest of your life, spending all your days finding new places to run and hide from your own shadow.

You’re tired.

Tired of this farce of a chase, tired of Din haunting your nightmares and your daydreams, tired of being exhausted, sleep deprived, never knowing where you’re going to sleep or eat. You’re tired of being without him, of being scared of the thing poisoning him. You don’t admit it, not yet, but the truth hides just below the surface of your heart, concealed neatly there in a vain attempt to hide it from yourself.

You’re tired of running.

“Good girl.”

“Come find me.” You whisper to him from light years away, eyes closing as the words ghost over your lips.

You can imagine it, can imagine tilting your head back and feeling your legs fail you. Gravity pulls you downwards, but his arms are there to catch you before you hit the ground. They’re solid, firm around you, cold. Yet you don’t mind, not as Din is burying his helmet into your hair and whispering your name like an oath, gathering you in his hold and carrying you to a destination unknown. You’re so tired in your fantasy you don’t notice the whispers, the shadows, the way Din wavers where he stands like a flickering flame.

The rational part of you knows its just the Darksaber, taunting you with the memory of his embrace, trying to make the hunt easier for its master to come and claim you. It’s trying to seduce you in the way it did Din, no doubt tempting him with promises of power he could use to protect you, keep you by his side. The blade is channeling Din’s own wants, obscuring and tinting them to its own purpose, using this chase as just another way for it to curl its shadows deeper into Din’s bones and stay there forever.

You know that if you do go back, if you ever fail in this chase of yours, you’ll never be able to rescue him.

So, you keep running. Running, sprinting, fleeing to the corners of the universe if you have to, using the stars to blot out your own shadow in hopes it can cast light on Din’s darkened vision. You continue to chase down any possibility of finding the Jedi, of finding Grogu and his master and enlisting their aid as a final, desperate attempt to free Din from the curse of the blade.

It’s almost as if Din knows exactly what you’re trying to do. You find your previous mistakes no longer go unnoticed, and on more than one occasion you make a narrow escape with him only steps behind you, close enough that you hear him utter your name. It’s as if the saber has somehow picked up on your plan and is instructing him, guiding him, making him grow weary of this chase and now truly pursue you without restraint. Yet that only makes you run faster, harder, higher, determined to outrun and outsmart him, knowing that you’re doing this not for you, but for him. You tell yourself you’ll do whatever it takes to free him from the blade’s corruption, drag him back into the light, and into your waiting arms.

As the days turn to weeks in this chase you begin to see clear glimpses of Din as the blade slowly tightens his noose around your neck. You’re running out of time. You’re reminded of it every time you see him now, his figure thinner, gaunt, as if the sword is draining him slowly, sapping away his life force just so he can chase you, finally catch you for the last time.

You won’t let yourself get caught.

Sill, you’ve started running critically low on resources. Your previous stash of credits has all but evaporated in your escape, and more than once you find yourself pick-pocketing just to afford something to eat, send out another transmission to a frequency you hope belongs to the Jedi who came for Grogu.

This is how you make your final mistake.

You lift a small satchel off a pair after briefly colliding with them on a crowded street on Kafrene, burrowing your face further into your scarf as if to avoid choking in the microscopic space debris that manages to pierce through the trading post’s atmo-sheild. The fabric manages to obscure your face from those around you who might later recount your likeness to the Mandalorian, the one who may already be on the same outpost as you.

You don’t expect your arm to be seized, your mouth covered by a broad hand before you even get a chance to yell. You’re shoved into a tight alleyway, the pair from before trapping on either side- one holding your thrashing form from behind you, and the other towering over you. You see the glint of the vibroblade catch the dusty light of the station lanterns, and in your fear you barely hear what the Duros warbles at you. You freeze, muscles stilling and eyes widening as you dully realize that this time there is nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to.

Of all the people to catch you, you never thought it would be someone who wasn’t Din.

Which is why you think you imagine the sound of the Darksaber activating at the entrance to the alleyway.

Your eyes flicker over your attacker’s shoulder, unable to turn your head due to the grip of his partner’s hand against the bottom half of your face. You think at first it’s another figment of your imagination, your mind conjuring the sight of your beloved just one more time before your life ends miserably, far away from his touch.

“Let them go.”

Din’s words are deep, dangerous, and when you listen you swear you can hear the sound of other voices besides his own, ghosts of the blade warping the sound of his voice. His entire form is taut, wound far too tight, figure unmoving and darkened with the imminent promise of violence.

The sight of him chills you to the bone.

It means he’s been only steps behind you this entire time, so close he could practically taste you. It means you were too exhausted to even notice him there, right behind you, waiting for the perfect moment reach out, to strike.

You were naive to think you were that far ahead of him, that you still had time before he caught up. More than that, it’s the fact that it’s him. It’s Din, dark and dangerous, inhibitions spilt free due to the blade, ready to soak himself in blood and burn out the stars themselves if it meant finding you. The fact that he’s here, that he holds the Darksaber at the ready means Din is fully possessed within the curse of the blade, blood wild and untamed, his skin itching for a fight, for a rampage.

All to get to you.

His gaze fixes on you briefly, on your terrified and stricken gaze. You feel yourself being pulled into the depths of his visor like the gravity of a black hole, ready to drown alongside his madness. You aren’t sure you imagine it when you hear his voice growl out your name, furious and fervent all at once.

You don’t hear the exchange that follows, your own heartbeat pounding deafeningly in your ears and obscuring any other sound other than your own terror. You don’t know whether to be relieved or horrified at Din’s presence, knowing that this is only going to end one way-

With blood.

You’re released suddenly, and the abruptness of it makes your weakened legs collapse under you. The attacker from behind you moves to stand in front of you- sneering at the Mandalorian that stands against him.

The saber sings in Din’s grip, and despite your attempts not to- you find your eyes drawn to it, transfixed by the hypnotic glow of the blade. It sucks you down just like the darkness of Din’s visor, whispering to you with sweet words and coaxing you to try and stand, come closer so that all Din has to do is stretch out a hand and touch you.

Before you can even consider the thought, however, Din raises the blade high above his head, and the blade screams.

You think you must be the only one who hear the sound, because you hunch and cover your ears with a shriek, just as Din brings down the sword to rip through flesh and bone.

You’re shaking, trembling, trying vainly to resist as the blade calls out to you too, singing to you a siren’s song of temptation amidst the carnage its master conceives. Your eyes are closed. You don’t want to see what’s become of the two men who assaulted you, don’t want to hear whatever sounds they make with their dying breaths. You can only imagine the chaos Din creates, the image of his eyes- too dark, hungry, feasting on the violence at his hands. The impact of his blows tremble the ground under your crumpled form, and you can’t move despite your thoughts screaming to run, flee.

It all ends too quickly. You feel the violence around you still, hear the whine of the blade suck back to just a whisper, reaching out to you with shadowy tendrils. You’re running out of time, and you know you need to stand, move, now.

Before you can, however, you feel your shivering form freeze, your breath suck into silence as a gloved touch brushes gently across your face, and you feel him.

Din touches you as if he hadn’t just killed two men right in front of you, his fingers trailing across your face and descending to take your chin and force you to look at him. You do, despite yourself, opening your eyes to stare past the darkness of his visor to where you think his eyes are- fixated, devouring.

“Mesh’la.” Din whispers, and it’s just his voice now, soft and devoted despite the violence broiling in his blood. You shiver at his touch, at the sound of his voice, the sight of his visor, of him, always him.

You try to quiet the part of you that calls out to him. For a moment you want nothing more than to fling yourself into his arms, tuck yourself into his form and let his arms hold you the way they’re meant to. Even if he’s cold to the touch, even if his blood has since turned as black as the blade itself, you want him to touch you, knowing it’s him, it’s Din. You nearly succumb to the temptation- but manage to teeter back from the edge of madness, staring down into the abyss and escaping its outstretched grasp. When you try and pull away from Din, however, his grip holds you fast.

“I should have never let you go.” He speaks, and there’s something wrong about his voice, even if you can’t decipher what it is. “The galaxy is too dangerous for you, cyare. Only I can protect you.”

You freeze, that iciness of Din’s touch bleeding into your veins as you realize the true intentions of his words, the meaning he doesn’t speak but that is present all the same.

I’m never letting you go again.

The hand that held the Darksaber reaches for you, and you flinch away from it. You see Din hesitate for a moment then, see him tilt his helmet at you as if he doesn’t understand why you’re so scared. You wish you could tell him, wish you could summon your voice to speak, convince him he’s making a mistake, that this is all the fault of that wretched blade-

But you can’t. Your voice feels fastened to the back of your throat, unable to speak and convey the words that have been dwelling inside you all this time. Instead, you’re trapped, just like in your nightmares, with Din’s shadow extending over you and inevitably dragging you deeper into him, into his embrace.

A shout echoes from the entrance to the alleyway, and instantly Din vanishes from you, standing and whirling to face the interloper who dares to interfere between you and him. You look past him, past the maimed, fallen bodies of your attackers to where a security guard stands, transfixed and horrified by the scene before him. You don’t have to imagine what he sees, limbs torn from bodies and blood soaking into the sidewalk, the acrid stench of blood and plasma and death hovering in the air like an infernal miasma.

You’re on your feet before you know what you’re doing, narrowly escaping Din’s hand as he spins and reaches for you. You hear him bellow your name, but it only drives you faster, down to the other end of the alleyway, narrowly escaping him as you have so many times before- just not like this.

Din must have turned to follow you, for you hear another shout as the security guard draws his blaster and fires, the sharp whine echoing and bouncing off the durasteel walls that encase you in this nightmare. You don’t stop, not even when you hear the shot bounce off beskar, not even as you hear Din grunt then pause, turn towards his opponent.

The Darksaber ignites.

You don’t stop running.

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galacticplayer · 1 year

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THE FUNNY OTHERSIDE PICNIC REVIEW/MINI-ANALYSIS

ok since no one follows me on here im gonna write my thoughts for Otherside Picnic so. spoilers yk. (this isn't meant to be serious or in-depth just my personal thoughts and experiences!)

TL;DR 9.5/10 One of the best things I’ve ever read. It has its issues but they're so small that it doesn't detract from the story. When the main issue is “It’s so specific in what it wants to do you’ll either really love it or not like it at all” you know it’ll be good. Please at least try it!!

I went into Otherside Picnic thinking “oh this is gonna be Roadside Picnic but with yuri” and to an extent that is what i got. but I think Otherside Picnic is. so much more than that. It's a deconstruction and rebuilding of a lot of themes and ideas Roadside Picnic suggested into one whole and uses being a yuri and its notable influence from Slavic literature as a backing to the main ideas of liberation, freedom, grief, and what it means to love despite our insignificance. which, reading that yeah no shit that’s how media works, but the specific way Otherside Picnic does it is so intense and so specific that I can't really tell you another series like it. I can state its inspirations and works in the genres it's in but I can't give you anything that is “like” Otherside Picnic because I don't believe that exists.

Otherside Picnic and Iori Miyazawa’s use of psychological and cosmic horror and sci-fi to portray the raw emotions love can induce on a person, especially someone who is very much traumatized and not used to the feeling of being loved or loving works so well you’d think all psychological horror is yuri (which... you could make that argument but I won't be getting into that.) I believe the main point Otherside Picnic is trying to make is that queer love is scary. The Otherside is supposed to be an escape for Sorawo, a place where she can run away and hide, but it ends up becoming the reason she opens up and finds her place in the world. Despite its use of cosmic horror, Otherside Picnic’s narrative feels exceedingly personal, and this is for its narrative as a whole, not just the interpersonal relationship between Sorawo and Toriko. It feels like it’s saying “No matter how big you think your problems are in the grand scheme of things they don’t matter and neither do you.” and even though that seems scary and depressing it uses that to portray so many positive emotions. The characters don't matter, the plot doesn't matter but despite that it keeps going. Love is the driving factor of the plot, not just queer love but the concept of love in general. Most of the characters in some way love each other, or they simply want to be loved. In my opinion nobody exemplifies this better than Toriko.

Toriko is an extremely interesting character. She’s seemingly an open and quite silly girl who's in over her head with trouble she can’t quite grasp and while yes, as a baseline that is true you very quickly realize that there's much more to her than just that.Toriko is a timid girl who is scared who just wants to love and have her love acknowledged but is so scared to commit to her love that she can end up seeming pushy and overbearing. She ends up not committing to her feelings for Satsuki which leads her to be the way she is with Sorawo. She just really doesn't want to lose her and at first ends up not really displaying much care for Sorawo’s feelings even though she very quickly starts to love her. She wants to do the things she couldn’t with Satsuki through Sorawo because throughout most of the story Toriko is grieving. She couldn’t handle the thought of Satsuki being dead and once she finally accepts that she is, she's able to start being able to genuinely love Sorawo. All she wanted was love and it took her a while to realize.

Other aspects of the story are less about love and more about how love affects us.It takes elements from Roadside Picnic, mainly, the insignificance of man and says “Yeah, you’re right about that, but I don’t care.” With this it builds up a narrative separate from Roadside Picnic that is about queer women finding a place where they are free from society’s and the universe’s indifference and cruelty. It’s a story about finding your place in the universe and loving who you are and the people around you, no matter how cruel life is. Otherside Picnic says that all it takes to be free is committing to yourself and who you love and not caring what the universe thinks.

In conclusion Otherside Picnic is a deconstruction and rebuilding on a lot of the things Roadside Picnic was about. It's about finding your place in a universe and society that is indifferent or outright hates you and learning how to love. Although love is a scary thing, especially as a queer person. Committing yourself to someone in whatever way, whether that is romantic or otherwise can feel like a task of cosmic proportion. Being free to do such a thing can feel just as hard as confronting an entity from another world. All Otherside Picnic suggests is to try fighting, for the people you love and for yourself because finding yourself and being free is all that matters. As it stands currently I believe Otherside Picnic is one of my favorite pieces of media ever created. It stands beside Revue Starlight and Undertale for me which are two pieces of media that legitimately changed my life. I can’t give it anything but my highest praise.

If you read all of this and haven’t read it yet. Please do yourself a favor and READ OTHERSIDE PICNIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#otherside picnic #i know no one will give a shit abt my thoughts on it but i must post this or ill explode #actually one of the best things ive ever read

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A new chance- Emmett (AQP2) Part 4

Requested by anon + an idea I had for a while.

Mini series master list

⚠️ Death (not of main characters) & attempt of sexual attack.

👋🏻 Sign language in italics

🍃I hope you like this! As soon as I started writing this story, I told @lyarr24 the baby idea and I can’t believe it’s finally here!!

Walking back to the clinic, Emmett’s eyes looked from your face to the floor and one of his hands scratched the back of his head. What was he supposed to do? “I hmm hope you have a great day.” He let out a low chuckle feeling a bit nervous as if he was a teenager.

“Would you like to stay for breakfast?” you offered and squeezed his arm, feeling his struggle.

“Good morning.” Evelyn greeted bouncing the baby against her hip, squinting her eyes between the two of you.

“How are you feeling?” You offered to take the baby from her arms so she could take a seat.

“Much better now that my kids are safe.”

Checking over the baby you realized the breathing was back to normal and the lungs almost working properly. You needed to get osha root later to treat the baby, it would make the lungs work better.

Marcus and Regan stormed in the clinic, Evelyn asking them to keep it down aware of the other patients.

“I’ll change the ointment in your wound.”

“Smells funny.” Marcus admitted checking over his mother’s leg.

There was a knock on the door and Marcus went to open, finding a group of smiling women asking to see the heroes of the island; Regan and Emmett.

As you walked to the checkup room, Emmett followed you, hiding from the group.

“Y/N! Barbara’s water broke, they need you.” Lindsay announced trying to hurry you up, but as she saw Emmett, she excused herself to start giving the patients their breakfast.

“Can I see you tonight? Once you close the clinic?”

“The birth can take a while.” You took a moment to look at him for a couple of seconds.

“I’ll wait for you at the same spot on the beach.”

Smiling, you nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

The door flew open and Marcus appeared moving his hands. “Emmett, they want to see you.”

“Who?”

“The committee Ladies of the island, they brought you lots of things.”

“I tried to delay this moment, they wanted to give you their welcome the day you arrived.” You explained giving Emmett an apologetic look.

Marcus poked his head again.

“Can you smash my head with anything?” Emmett smiled at you.

“Sorry it goes against my values, plus they’ll chase you until they find you.” You smiled back. “Gotta go, a baby is about to arrive.”

“Do you need help with your bag?” He tried.

“Nice try, just nod and you’ll be fine. They’re harmless.”

Marcus looked between you and Emmett and walked towards his sister.

Talking in sign language, he asked Regan: What’s going on between Emmett and the doctor?

They’re fighting all the time. Regan answered.

No. Pointed Marcus. Look at them.

Emmett held the door open for you and lifted his hand to wave you goodbye with a smile.

Hey, you two stop. Evelyn caught them. None of your business.

Didn’t know he could smile. Marcus told her.

Hey. Evelyn clicked her fingers at her son.

He’s a good man, he deserves to be happy. Regan answered tilting her head to look at Emmett.

As if knowing she was talking about him, he looked in her direction and offered a gentle nod. Then he asked Lindsay if she needed help with the breakfast and took that opportunity to run away from the committee ladies who were asking him all kinds of questions overwhelming him with all the unsolicited attention.

***

Barbara, Lindsay and you used to share the house when you arrived at the island, some time later, Lindsay moved in to another house in the families unit with her boyfriend and when you moved to the clinic, another girl arrived to share the house with Barbara, but the three of you were still close. You haven’t seen her much those last weeks she was dealing with a lot of emotions lately and she refused to leave the house when you tried to cheer her up and invited her for a walk. Of course you understood, she was alone, her wedding plans ruined by the invasion, she lost the Paris trip booked for the honeymoon and the worst part, she saw her fiancé get killed by the creatures.

It had been a long birth, hours of waiting until her body was ready, the pain was huge but you tried to encourage her the best you could, you were short of medical supplies and could only rely on the natural medicine you practiced, but deep down you knew in moments like this, modern practices made a huge difference.

After finishing with her, Cece cleaned the baby and wrapped his little body in a yellow blanket, someone in the island donated it to your clinic for the upcoming babies.

Now finally holding her boy in her arms, she seemed to be in better spirits and very cheerful, excited about the future.

“Thank you, Y/N.” She looked at you with a special spark in her eyes and held her hand out for you.

“You finally got your boy, Barb.” Wiping the sweat from her forehead, you heard the baby make a little sound while he wriggled to cuddle against her chest. “Do you have a name yet?”

“Oscar.” Barbara kissed his brown hair. He looked like he was born surfing; tan skin, strong lungs. “Y/N?” she squeezed your hand. “Will you take care of him for me?”

And with that, she closed her eyes and Oscar started to cry inconsolably while Barbara took her last breath and as if in a terror film, you saw her arm slip down from your hand.

“No! Barbara!” You tried to make her come back, giving the baby to Cece, the grandma of the island, she had been helping you with the natural births. “Don’t leave me.” You tried everything you knew in the books, RCP, checking her levels, nothing worked, coldness swept over her and you started to cry frustrated for not being able to do more for her, for not having everything that you needed in order to make birth safer. For losing a good friend. “Don’t leave Oscar alone.”

And suddenly you heard another round of cries in the same room, Cece was trying to calm Oscar down, but you knew he could feel the emptiness of a mother wouldn’t hug him ever again.

“She had a stroke.” You announced devastated.

“She loved her son to a point where her heart couldn’t resist.”

“Did you know she-?”

“It doesn’t matter now love, she was willing to give her life for him.” You didn’t know she had a heart decease. “Don’t let your mind go down that road, we get to honor her every day now through Oscar.”

With tears blurring your vision, you took the baby in your arms and with a shaky voice you promised her: “I will take care of him.”

“She will be forever grateful for this, Y/N.” Cece started to fill what you thought would be the birth certificate for Oscar and the death one for Barbara. “You taking care of him is the best that could happen to this baby.”

The antithesis of life, together in the same room; the life of Oscar and Barbara’s lifeless body.

“Would you take care of her? I can’t deal with this right now.”

The sun was down, there was still a bit of light, but you could only see darkness. Your mind and body were numb. Your job was to keep people alive, make them better, not this.

You thought your legs wouldn’t be able to hold you for a long time, so you walked straight home with the baby in your arms. This was a huge responsibility you weren’t ready for, besides losing your friend and patient affected you more than words could express.

“Evelyn… I’m sorry to bother you with this, but do you think you could feed Oscar? His mother just passed away.”

“Absolutely.” She looked at the baby so fragile in your arms with a sorry look. So small and alone in this world you thought. “Actually, I wanted to ask you if you have that tea to sleep? I’ve been dealing with insomnia.”

“I’ll make some for you.” You offered in a shocked state and walked to your herbs shelve.

After drinking her tea in silence, she saw you holding Oscar helping him with his burping, he seemed a little more settled than when you arrived, you could use some of that tea as well but you needed to be alert in case the baby needed something during the night. Luckily you had milk in stock donated by some of the mothers of the island for cases like this.

Laying in your bed, Oscar was sleeping peacefully, you wrapped him in his mother’s sweater so at least he could feel her close for a little while.

Touching his little hand, your thoughts wandered of how life changed overnight, you never imagined you would be watching over a baby, after losing your daughter Maddie, you couldn’t picture another child in your life, yet you couldn’t leave him alone.

That night you promised him you would always talk to him about his mother, about how she had been so brave surviving the invasion and doing everything in her power to protect him.

Everything happens for a reason, and you would try your best to guide him. Perhaps he would help you more than the other way around. Feeling your eyelids heavy after a day full of emotions, you started to give in, the hard day you had finally taking a tool on you.

With all the things that happened, you completely forgot that Emmett wanted to see you after you were done with work.

You were so fast asleep that you never heard someone forced the front door until there was a hand covering your mouth and another one touching your leg over your jeans. Your eyes flew open and your first thoughts went to Oscar, thankfully he was okay next to you, but then the hand started to sneak under your blouse and your body froze, you couldn’t scream or move.

“Did you miss me doc?” Russell’s voice raised the alarms inside of you. “I’m finally back and I heard that son of a bitch died, so I need your help with your patients, convince them to vote for me to be the next leader…” the mattress sank down when he placed his knee. You were still petrified in spot. “We can make big things together, Y/N.”

Blinking, you pointed at the baby in your bed thinking it would stop him. But when you looked in his eyes, you found out he just didn’t care.

Emmett felt his heart beating faster with every minute passing, he decided to tell you about his son, he suddenly remembered a day when he took him to the farm and they got to see all the animals from chickens to horses.

He asked all kinds of questions, while Emmett tried his best to answer each one, which made his son come up with another one.

They had a great time until the day came to an end and his son ended up tired of running up and down. Emmett kept that day like one of the moments he cherished the most, because he could still hear his son’s laugh.

Zach was so full of life, had so many dreams, he loved to draw and wanted to work with animals.

Talking about his son perhaps could help him heal his heart and soul, he wanted to share those memories with you, since he knew you would understand his pain, it was easy to open up to you, he was sure you wouldn’t judge him. That’s why he wanted to see you, he knew you would encourage him to remember moments like that, actually thinking about it, that was his way to keep his son’s memory alive, keep him close to his heart.

After all that’s what you did about Maddie, even if it hurts you still talked about her, you imitated her little voice and he could see a smile every time you mentioned something about her.

For the first time, the thought that talking to someone about Zach didn’t hurt like it used to.

But it was getting late and you were nowhere to be seen, so he decided to walk back to the clinic to make sure everything was alright.

As he approached the clinic, Emmett’s heartrate sped up when he saw the door slightly open, all the lights were off.

Opening the door, he moved without making a sound, something he was an expert by now, he remembered you placed his weapon in your office, so he walked over there first, another flag, you never left the door open at night, but nothing seemed to be out of place. Rushing upstairs, the door to your bedroom was open as well and he heard noises coming from it when he entered the place he found you underneath a man, you were moving your hands and legs trying find a way out, unable to scream because of the cloth in your mouth, your eyes opened wide as you saw him pointing the weapon at the intruder.

“Get the fuck off of her.” He had you pinned to the mattress and Emmett could see the terror in your face. “I am not going to repeat it.”

“You better wait for your turn man.” Russell replied with sarcasm.

So Emmett hit him hard behind the head and in a pained groan, Russell fell to the floor not moving anymore.

Crying and shaking, you kneeled in bed to search for his embrace. Strong arms wrapped around your frame, a warm hand comforting you. “Are you alright?” He pulled up your blouse to cover your exposed bra.

“No.” Your voice made barely a sound.

“Did he hurt you, Y/N?” He tried to see any sign of physical injury.

Your hands were shaking heavily and you couldn’t find your voice, so you shook your head in response. Hiding your face in his neck, you felt safe now… if he hadn’t come back… a sob escaped your mouth and simultaneously, Oscar started crying.

Emmett pulled apart to pick up Russell as you held the baby in your arms, following him downstairs.

“Next time I see you around her, I’ll put a bullet in your forehead.” Emmett warned Russell and he pushed the man outside your clinic.

When he turned around to face you, your free arm moved around his waist, relief running through your body. He saved you, risked his life to make you safe, watching him holding that weapon made you look at him with admiration, so powerful, fearless. There was something in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“Thank you.”

“You saved me first, remember?” He took a deep breath. After a couple of seconds in silence, he heard a little grunt. “Last time I saw you, there wasn’t a baby around.”

Sighing you moved the blanket a little to the side to show him the baby.

“His mother passed away this morning, she asked me to take care of him.”

Emmett was still trying to process what just happened when Evelyn joined them in the living room.

“I heard noises.”

“A man got inside. But now it’s gone.” Emmett explained her.

She wanted to ask you if you were alright, but she chose to give you and Emmett some space. He pulled you down to sit, you were still in shock.

“I don’t want to leave you alone Y/N, he could come back anytime.” As you heard Emmett saying that, you shivered.

“We’ll be fine.”

Placing his fingers under your chin, he made you look up at him. “Let me stay to protect you.”

Tired physical and emotionally, you nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder, placing one hand over his chest, his arm went around you immediately in a protective motion. You could feel his heartbeat against your skin, the miracle of life, you thought.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the beach.”

“It’s alright, you can come with me any day.”

Some time ago you felt like you were dying over the pain of losing your family, despite everything, you survived the attack and after arriving at the island and slowly going back to a normal life, you started to feel good for being able to help people.

Now, with Emmett around you felt like coming back to life, and of course, there was little Oscar ready to melt your heart with just one little smile in his sleep. Maybe life wasn’t so bad after all, maybe this was a way to compensate you for all the pain in the past. Maybe it was time to be happy.

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