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slow-motionlovepotion · 1 year

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𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: boston era! joel miller x f!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.6k

𝒂/𝒏: i woke up at 5am this morning and smashed this out rather than working on any of my other numerous wips ~ no beta (or edit), we die like men - minors do not interact.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ ~ sex work, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), slightly coercive behaviour, dirty talk (joel miller has a filthy mouth), creampie, mentions of drug dealing & murder (joel is a drug dealing murderer but that's canon so it shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone), possessive!joel, kinda mean joel, joel is a tease, degrading language (whore, multiple times), idk i think that's everything

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: pleasure has a price and Joel is willing to pay whatever it takes to have you

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ⇢

Joel often heard talk from the other smugglers, of pretty girls that’d sink to their knees for a few ration cards or a couple of pills. He pretends not to, but he listens, acting like he couldn’t care less about their sordid activities.

“What about you Miller? You don’t fancy a visit to one of our girls?” Some ratty 20-something asks one day. Joel just rolled his eyes.

“You really think I’d pay for some whore you’ve all had your dicks in?” His disgust is false, an act. In truth, he’s no better than them, couldn’t care less how many guys a woman has fucked before him.

Besides he’s got Tess.

Except now he doesn’t. Doesn’t have a warm body to sink into, to fuck his stress out on. She’d cut him off, rightfully so, when she implied she wanted more and he continued to offer her exactly the same.

So when a comment is made in passing one night: “You hear Danny’s girls got into the whoring business?” His ears perk up.

He knows Danny, knew Danny, before Danny was resting not entirely in peace. If you were to ever leave the QZ and see a guy who looks an awful lot like Danny but, say, had mushrooms for eyes, no you didn’t.

Tess had been the one to deliver the bad news to you while Joel had stood uncomfortably in the hallway, listening to your broken sobs through the door.

Maybe that’s why Joel finds himself knocking at your door, long after curfew, just returned from a run where he’d listened to those arseholes describe in great detail how they’d be paying you a visit, all while Joel kept his back to them, hiding the hardness in his jeans as he’d pictured what he’d do to you himself. He really was no better than them.

“Joel Miller. To what do I owe this pleasure?” You smile but it’s tight and it doesn’t reach your eyes

“Can I come in?” He asks like this is normal behaviour but that’s the Joel you know, always direct and to the point no matter how rude it comes across. Gritting your teeth you step back, allowing him into your apartment.

“Nice place” he surveys your home, bathed in a soft pinkish light from the lamp next to your bed, a book discarded on the messy sheets.

“What do you want Joel?” You try phrasing your question differently to get him to get to the point. You’re tired, it’s been a long day and Joel is not easy company.

“I heard you’ve become a bit of an entrepreneur, started your own business” He raises a questioning eyebrow at you and you want to slink back to the shadows at his confrontation but you don’t, you stand firm, refusing to buckle under his stare.

You’d expected word to travel faster, you’d started working about a month after Danny’s untimely demise, all of a sudden fending for yourself, no longer benefiting from the additional earnings afforded the smugglers. You’d tried to keep away from that business, only taking clients that you knew had no connection with the likes of Danny’s friends and Joel Miller but maybe you hadn’t been as careful as you’d thought.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You challenge. It’s awfully rich of him, coming into your home and giving you his opinion on your job, like his line of work is any better. He’s nothing but a glorified drug dealer and a murderer.

“Of course not. Why’d you think I’m here?" His tone is serious, this is not a social call, it’s business, your business.

“I thought you were with Tess?” You ask, more so to give yourself time to actually take in what he’s saying, not because you have any issues providing your services to men of an entangled nature.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to ask questions” he shoots back

“I don’t, usually. Just looking out for myself, last thing I want is Tess comin’ around here thinking I fucked her man”

Joel sighs, he’s not her man. Though he’s not surprised you would think that, people thought that before they started fucking and apparently still think that even after they’ve stopped.

“You ain’t gotta worry about that darlin’”

“Payment upfront” you concede and Joel nods, pulling a stack of ration cards out of his pocket.

“What’ll this get me?” He places his payment on your kitchen table and you eye the stack, easily enough ration cards to keep you living comfortably for months.

“Whatever you want” you say, you’ve done this for much less. But had you not been enticed by the thick wad of cards, you might’ve reconsidered that offer considering everything you know about Joel.

He thinks it over, dropping heavily into the corner of your sofa, one foot on the floor, the other muddying the already stained fabric.

“C'mere” he commands and when you’re close enough he points to the other end of the sofa “Facin’ me”

You sit, bringing your knees up to your chest, your t-shirt does nothing to cover your modesty but your shins are blocking the view Joel really wants.

“Spread those legs darlin’, show me what I’m payin for” he tilts his head expectantly.

You spread your knees, keeping one leg bent and dropping the other to the floor, your new position almost a mirror of Joel’s. You know he wants more, reaching down you pull the scrap of lace to the side, exposing yourself to his gaze.

He lets out a groan at the sight of you, cunt glistening despite the fact he’s not even touched you yet.

“Pretty girl” he breathes. His eyes flick to his offering on the table “Whatever I want?” He confirms and you nod “Ah-ah, words darlin’. I wanna hear you”

“Yes Joel, whatever you want” his hand flexes on his thigh and you can see the growing hardness in his jeans.

“Take it off” his command gives you some idea of how this is going to go, he’s going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it.

Your hands find the waistband of your underwear and you lift your hips, slipping them down your legs and when you reach your ankles Joel holds his hand out, smirking when you drop the fabric into his waiting hand.

“And the rest darlin’” You pull your t-shirt over your head, revealing yourself to be bare underneath. The t-shirt drops to the floor with a quiet thud as you lean back, returning to your position, legs spread and on show for him.

Your fingers automatically slide between your legs, spreading your wetness up to your clit, circling the bundle gently. Joel doesn’t take his eyes off you, hands quickly working at his belt and jeans, freeing his length with a relieved sigh.

Thick fingers wrap around his even thicker cock and it’s like your own personal fantasy, Joel Miller thrusting into his fist, just for you.

You increase the pressure on your clit but keep your pace slow, teasing. It’s a dangerous game to play, acting without instruction but while Joel is watching you with heavy eyes and he’s not telling you to stop, you continue, dipping your fingers into your cunt, bringing them up to show him the wetness coating your fingers.

He doesn’t stop you when you return your fingers to your clit, doesn’t stop you when you pick up the pace or when your breathing starts getting harder.

In fact he puts on his own show, spitting into his palm and picking up his own pace, twisting his hand over the head, his free hand tracing abstract patterns over his thigh.

You could get off like this, you’re going to get off like this, legs tensing and core tightening. A gasp gets caught in your throat as your orgasm builds, almost there, and then it’s gone.

A growl rumbles in Joel’s chest when his hand grabs your ankle and you’re pulled flat on your back. He’s hovering over you, hand pinning both of yours above your head, your thighs hooked over his.

“Not gonna come on your fingers” he pants by way of explanation, pushing the tip of his cock between your soaked folds, catching your clit and nudging at the entrance to your cunt. “Gonna come on my cock”

Joel buries himself to the hilt inside you with a sharp thrust, the stretch is so satisfying it sends a shudder up your spine that has your back arching and your hips tilting down into his, desperate to feel the ache that comes with being too full.

“Look at that, got my entire cock buried in you and you still want more” Joel taunts you, his arm slipping under the arch in your back as he withdraws and pushes back in again.

“Joel” you gasp as he fucks into you, pulling you down to meet his thrusts. His pace is unrelenting, thick cock dragging against your walls, the slight curve catching just right on that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake and your head go foggy.

“Say it again darlin’” it comes out as a snarl but there’s a hint of a plea in there.

“Fuck Joel, oh yes just like that” you push yourself further into him, his arm tightening to keep you there.

Your shoulders burn and your fingers are going numb with the restricting grip of Joel’s hand around your wrists. It’s intimate, too intimate, Joel’s breath hot on your face and his entire body flush against yours. Joel must think so too because he pulls out, hand around your waist flipping you over so your face is pushed into the cushions and your hips are raised. Before you can even catch your breath he’s forcing himself back into you.

“Fuck, so tight. Especially for a whore” you don’t expect your cunt to clench at that and Joel definitely doesn’t expect it either. He lets out a shocked laugh “You like that? Being called a whore?” He pulls out and slides back in, the action and his question pulling a sinful moan from you.

His pace from this angle isn’t so unrelenting but it’s harder and deeper, his hips and thighs flush against yours as he bottoms out, pulling out so you can just feel him resting at your entrance, so you feel the stretch of every thrust, over and over and over again.

“Such a whore, letting anyone fuck this cunt for a couple ration cards” his hand grabs your hair, tugging so your back is pressed to his chest and his arm wraps around your waist, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple. The hand in your hair pulls, turning you to face towards the table and his payment “My whore now. Those cards should be plenty enough that you don’t need to do this with anyone else”

Like this, his cock nudges that spot inside you again and this time you cry out, ragged moans falling from your lips with every snap of his hips. And his words, god his words, wash over you like a too hot shower burning your skin.

“All mine, just for me. Not gonna let anyone else touch you” You don’t realise that’s a question until you feel a sharp smack to your rear. “Tell me you’re not gonna let anyone else touch you”

“Not gonna” you shake your head as you speak “only you”

“Tha’s my girl” he murmurs and oh you like that, the idea of being Joel’s girl, being the one he spends his nights buried inside.

“Yes, your girl, just for you” His mouth is on your neck and he bites down as you speak, sucking bruises onto your skin.

If it was anyone else you’d tell them to stop, no one wants a whore marked by another man but he owns you now so you let him. Hand reaching up to grab his hair, keeping his mouth on you, giving him permission.

His free hand works its way between your legs, flicking your clit with practised fingers and you’re suddenly right on the edge, release within reach, you just need a little bit more. As if Joel can sense exactly what you need his mouth breaks from your neck and his lips find your ear

“Is my whore gonna come for me?” He teases, pulling a frantic litany of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ from you. “C’mon then”

The waves that had been steadily building crash over you, shaking violently as your cunt tightens and flutters around his cock, pulling him in deeper. Light bursts behind your eyes and your hands claw at his arm keeping you upright, nails biting into his skin. You don’t hear the scream you let out but you feel it burning in your chest and your throat. Your ears are ringing, muffling the sound of Joel talking you through it.

When you finally return to yourself Joel is still thrusting into you, your head resting heavily on his shoulder behind you.

“Gonna come in this cunt, fill you up” that snaps you back to reality

“No. Joel you can’t- can’t do that” you panic slightly, wanting to push him away but he’s too strong, grip too tight.

And really, if you’re being entirely honest, you don’t actually want to push him away, you want to take what he gives you but it’s unrealistic and you can’t let yourself want that.

“Yeah I can, you’re mine now. Or have you forgotten already?” You shake your head, no you haven’t forgotten but no he still can’t come inside you “don’t worry’ll get you the mornin’ after pill”

His words are slurred and his thrusts are losing rhythm and you realise he’s holding back, waiting for you to say yes. His arm around you squeezes in warning and you can feel him tense behind you. This is it, the ultimate trust exercise and it’s now or never. Your hand entangles with his around your waist and you nod.

“Fuck, yeah. Want it, wanna feel you fill me” His fingers tighten under yours and he picks up speed, fucking into you sloppily and panting against your temple.

With a final thrust and a groan you can feel in your own chest Joel spills into you, holding himself so deep it’s painful, ‘Property of Joel Miller’ branded on your walls with every drop of his release.

“So good, so fuckin’ good f’me” he breathes hot into your ear, hips twitching as he comes down from his high. He doesn’t let you go straight away, naked frame held tight against his fully clothed one. You untangle your hand from his when your legs start to ache, knees protesting as they dig into the well worn sofa, slumping forward when Joel finally releases you.

Your body is exhausted, eyes heavy and stinging with the effort of keeping them open. Joel’s up and redressed before you even think about reaching for your t-shirt, uncaring as you lay naked on your sofa, marked body on display for him.

Joel’s calloused fingers trace the blossoming bruises that litter your neck and shoulders, his touch surprisingly tender. His hands find yours and help you up so you’re sitting, holding your t-shirt out to slip into, the marks on your neck are visible above the neckline of your shirt and a dark sense of pride washes over him.

“I meant what I said, enough cards there to keep you comfortable for a while, don’t wanna hear you’ve been whoring yourself out again” His confession takes you by surprise, you honestly hadn’t thought he meant it, men say all sorts of things in the throes of passion, you’d know.

The realisation sends a shiver down your spine, you’re his girl now and you don't mind that one bit, the kept woman of Joel Miller.

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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rentumblsstuff · 2 months

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Random Hatchetfield Headcanons

The first time Alice Woodward ever smoked weed was when (after much inner turmoil) she asked Deb to shotgun it with her.

Max has two snaggletoothed incisors which is why people swear to god he has fangs.

Deb also has a snaggletooth which is what inspired the vampire part of Alice’s vampiric sapphic play. Alice also thinks it’s ironic she made a vampire character when Deb is a vegan.

Ruth as a Sophmore hit on Senior Alice a lot. Alice thought it was funny and she and Deb “adopted” her. Max and Steph also put the PANIC in bi panic for Ruth.

Max would find it weirdly hot that Grace wears bathing suits under her clothes because of the idea that he gets to see what her body looks like before even she does.

The hospital is downtown, so Becky Barnes definitely got infected in TGWDLM. Despite never wanting to do it again, Becky climbs the tree as someone calls the HFPD to save Kathy’s cat because she’s still infinitely compassionate even under Pokey’s control. Plus, Pokey knows she wants to get over the trauma associated with climbing trees, so he makes her do it to give her a big number about finally overcoming her past. She accidentally flings the cat as soon as the song starts, which is why in Show Me Your Hands, the cat dies so quickly even though it JUST got called in.

Peter infected Steph who infected Deb who infected Alice in TGWDLM. Pete and Steph would have been Sophomores and Deb and Alice were Seniors, but I always imagine Steph and Deb knowing eachother because MRFC said Steph is in the Smoke Club on Twitter at some point. Assuming Steph’s been a little punk for a while, she’s been in the smoke club since at least Sophomore year, and probably a new inductee the same year as TGWDLM (2018).

Alice and one of her parents (maybe Bill) were also raised in purity culture because we know the Woodwards and the Chastitys go to the same church. The Woodwards probably take it with a grain of salt though (Alice has expressed dislike over Grace’s prudishness)- either that or one of her parents (probably her mom) wasn’t originally from said church and also raised Alice with “this is what you’re learning here, but here’s also what I learned at my church at your age.” Bill was likely the one raised in purity culture because he does NOT LIKE DEB and thinks that if she HAS TO date a girl, she should date someone like Grace Chastity, implying she’s an exemplary teen girl. Ms. Woodward lets Deb sleep over and probably knows she smokes and likes her anyways; three points for Alice’s mom not being the puritanical one.

Ted reads romance novels. He’s a former geek turned sleazeball- you know he reads the smuttiest novels ever and calls them “his research”. He refuses to read any book with the friends to lovers trope because it’s too upsetting to think about. (Side note Time Bastard gave us a definite date that timelines don’t branch/reset before depending on whichever theory you believe because the homeless man is in every timeline, meaning that Jenny’s death is fixed in time and never changes: October 7th 2004, so the timelines change anywhere between October 8th 2004 and 2018.)

In whatever timeline Emma finally gets to have her weed farm, she meets Paul when he tells her he was prescribed that marajamij for his anxiety and he was too scared to try Xanax. She thinks he’s kind of cute for a wet cat of a corporate slave. “Fuck the patriarchy? Yes please.” (Side note Paul seems so uptight and unfuckable like bro gotta be blank down there like a Ken doll and has no discernible kinks from what I remember while Emma is laid back and chill asf and like… normal in comparison so yeah sure Paulkins canonically fucks but does Emma enjoy it?? Like dude even Pete’s more fuckable than him come on.)

Pete and Steph don’t kiss when they admit their feelings for eachother even though one of them would die before ever getting to kiss each other because they both think it’ll only make it that much harder to go through with sacrificing the other. One of the reasons Pete also chooses to be the one to take the bullet because he doesn’t think he even COULD pull the trigger on her. Like it’d be physically impossible for him, in his mind.

TGWDLM was originally meant to be an allegory for the institution brainwashing us. Show Me Your Hands and America’s Great Again: examples of people in power working for and fulfilling the evil wishes of some almighty, otherworldly, inhuman THING (be it aliens, be it those in power). It’s clearly meant to satirize the way that power corrupts and tries to convince you its way is better. Even Hidgens, THE FUCKING TEACHER, tries to teach his student that it will be better for everyone to join in that corruption and give in to the hive mind. This reminds me of how the school system in America tries to paint our history as something glamorous; manifest destiny instead of genocide of the indigenous populations. The people in power convincing those under them that the deaths of countless lives is a good thing and it will pave the way to a better future. Cool motive, still murder. Which is why Emma “Fuck the Patriarchy” Perkins is the last one to be infected. She was incapable of being brainwashed , and even when she was the last one left, she saw that the people watching didn’t care, and the all-consuming threat of corrupted power closes in on her until the very last moment.

The Lords in Black were going to try to convince whoever sacrificed their most treasured something to do more work for them, but Grace required very little convincing. Like Wiggly spoke into her mind like “Gracy-Wace! You forgot my booky-wook! Look in it, see any thing you like? Wanna kill all the pervy-wervys?” And she’s like “holy cow I can kill all the pervy-wervys with this book?” Pete would have needed the most convincing because he’s just lost the only girl who will ever love him (in his mind) and so he’d think these things took away his one chance at true love and NEVER want to deal with them again. Even if they offered him a way to get her back, he’s too smart to know that won’t come without an even bigger price AND too paranoid to think she won’t come back wrong like Max did.

If the Green-Foster family ever did get to move to California and Lex got to be an actress, her interview attitude would be a lot like Reneé Rapp and if she ever got asked about why she’ll openly shit talk people in an interview, she’s like “I used to work retail I learned pretty fast that nothing gets done if you keep your mouth shut.”

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cultofdixon · 4 months

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Strong, Healthy, that’s all that matters

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Part 2 to “You do what you can” • Alexandria is a wonderful luxury the group was given. Even with the ups and downs • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Nudity • TW: Miscarriage Mentioned / Pregnancy / Vomiting & Excessive Nausea / Canon Violence

Requested by: Anon

“Why are you out here and not inside with Y/N?” Carol asked her best friend from her porch while he sat on the fence fiddling with his crossbow.

“Doc gave her a sedative. She’s safe, don’t gotta watch her”

“Then why are you biting your thumb every now and then?” She comments on his anxious habit resulting in Daryl stopping himself from continuing.

“She’s weak, can barely stand weak. I’m tryin’ to think of what to do for her when the best thing for her right now is sleep and the IV that doc put in her. He comes by every hour to give us a new one and take the old one to refill. Rick or I change it but I don’t know what else I could do”

“Well, how about I make something that I ate during my pregnancy that I knew I kept down…see if Y/N can handle it. If not, I’ll keep making things pregnancy friendly with what we’ve got.”

“I heard what yea said when they took her to the infirmary.” Daryl hung his head low to avoid her shocked expression. “You wished she’d lost it, then she wouldn’t be useless when we take this place if people fuck with us enough.”

“Daryl—-“

“If yea mean it, then do that shit for my partner and our baby. Otherwise I’ve got it.”

“Yet you’re siting out here and not being with her. Doesn’t matter if you can’t do anything but watch her sleep or hell, sleep with her why not. That’s doing something” Carol states walking past to go to the pantry.

“You look ridiculous by the way!” He had to make one last comment which got a laugh out of the woman.

After a bit more time sitting on the porch to think of anything else he could do for his partner, he decided it was best to listen to his best friend. But when he entered the bedroom Y/N took, she wasn’t in bed and her IV bag was unhooked from her and clamped to keep it from continuing to dispense. Daryl was about to let his anxiety take over when he heard splashing of water.

The second he peaked his head into the bathroom, Y/N quickly turned to him.

“Hi…”

“Hi…how are yea…” His face distorted to the mixture of smells happening in the room. “feeling? What is—-“

“Vomit. I didn’t…make it to the toilet or the trash can at least and puked all over my clothes” Y/N frowns feeling awful about it as she quickly turned away to avoid her tears being noticeable. It’s small potatoes but she’s crying anyway…and again.

Daryl brought himself to kneel by the bath gently taking her chin bringing her attention onto him. He then took care of wiping away the tears bringing out that smile of hers as he leans against the edge of the tub.

“I’ll get you clean clothes. There’s sweats I saw….uhm. Did you take your IV out? Do I have to get—-“

“No it was uhm. The IV tubing was one like a screw in and not a needle piercing the plastic” Y/N showed him that she taped the excess tubing to her arm and did her best to keep it dry. “It’s honestly hard to explain and just easier to show you when I put it back in”

“Puttin’ your old nursing days to use”

“Surprised you even remember that…and it was just a clinic” Y/N laughs softly sinking a bit into the water that was starting to lose its warmth.

“Everythin’ you’ve said to me, I’ve kept to memory. You’re my girl.” Daryl gave her a soft smile which she will take to memory as she brought her hand to rest on his cheek watching him kiss the inside of her palm.

“You know you don’t have to be calm with me…” Y/N reassures even when he gave her a confused look. “I have gotten pretty good at reading your expressions, especially your infamous blank ones…I know you don’t like it here. It’s…scary and I’m not gonna get used to it instantly either or like the others”

“All I want is to keep my family safe. Something doesn’t feel right here but all I gotta do is keep y’all safe”

Y/N smiles bringing herself to the edge pressing a kiss to his lips as he happily returns the gesture.

“Need help out?” Daryl asks when Y/N pulled the stopper out to let the water drain. She nods watching him stand up holding his hands out for her to take carefully.

The second Daryl helped her stand to her feet his eyes fixated on something that anxiously took Y/N’s attention.

“What happened?”

“Nothin’. Nothin’ bad” Daryl states still staring as he helps her out of the tub and reaching for the towel on the sink she set out for herself. “You’re showin’” he says while gently wrapping her in the towel and finding the opportunity to rest his hand on her belly after giving her a quick glance for any signs from her of not wanting him to do such.

But his large hands make it look like nothing in comparison to Y/N keeping the towel from covering her belly a moment so she could rest her hand on her small but growing bump. She couldn’t help the tears that started to form at her waterline when looking at the small bump as she was worried ever since she found out she was pregnant and had this 1 in a million case of intense nausea that the baby wouldn’t grow.

Yet here they were admiring the small thing as Daryl rest his forehead against hers a moment while they both looked before he wrapped her entirely in the towel and picking her up bridal style carrying her back to the rest of bedroom.

Once she dressed in the sweats and long sleeve Daryl had gotten out for her, it felt like a cue for Rick to step in without knocking but Y/N was used to that. She grew up with the guy.

“How are yea feeling?”

“I’m doing okay” Y/N gave him a tired smile while showing Daryl how to reconnect the IV bag. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah you remember Deanna coming in to introduce herself to you?”

“Yeah?” The confusion grew on her partner’s face to what he was getting at.

“She’s throwing a welcoming party or whatever they’re called for our infusion to the place. She wants you to come if you’re feeling well enough”

“I could just lie—-“

“Yeah I know but I have to go and so are the kids. I’d just. Like it if you came” Rick says on his way out before Y/N could say anymore on the matter. She turned to Daryl and before he could share his concerns on why he doesn’t exactly feel welcomed…

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Frankly I don’t…really want to either. I never fit in with this kind of crowd” Y/N rest her head on Daryl’s shoulder feeling his arm snake around her bringing her close. “You just be safe with whatever you do and I promise you I will be safe.”

“You just know what to say huh?” Daryl chuckles lightly pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll uh…well, I wanna check out the place when there’s not a lot of people ‘round”

“Can you make sure the wall is actually secure?”

“That what you’re really worried about?”

“I’m pregnant, Dar. I’m worried about a lot of things”

The night of the party came and Rick quietly approaches Y/N’s bedroom knocking on the door frame watching her attention go from the full body mirror to him. She was wearing a dress that was more on the fitted side and showed off her bump, the dress was given to her by Deanna. As if she wanted to show everyone who the pregnant newcomer was.

“You look miserable”

“Yeah but not in that sense. The doc came by to check me out…as per request by—-“

“Jesus fucking Christ”

“And he said I should be fine to go. So I can’t really stand up this party…especially since she also dropped this dress off and it’s like. She wants everyone to know I’m the pregnant one”

“Yeah I don’t quite understand this whole “reliving the old life” Alexandria’s got going for it. But I’ve found a sweater in my closet that I think you’d like to wear over the dress.” Rick tossed his sister the grey sweater that she instantly put on. “Well don’t we clean up nice”

“You miss it?” Y/N questions as she sits on the edge of the bed slipping her untied converse with ease as Rick instantly knelt down to help her by tying them. “The old world?”

“Honest? I don’t”

“Why?”

“I missed my sister, now I see her everyday” Rick stood to his feet once he tied her shoes and helped her up. “I don’t ever want to go back to rarely ever seeing you”

The first thirty minutes of the party, Y/N was approached by those simply introducing themselves to the newcomers and the occasional woman that was too curious about her pregnancy. She even had to swat someone from touching her belly. It seemed to only get worse when one of Deanna’s sons, Aiden walked over trying to do his usual shtick.

“Come here often?”

Gross. “Nope” Y/N tried to brush him off but he kept his place.

“I saw yea come in on a stretcher. Thank god a bombshell like yourself pulled through”

“I wasn’t dying”

“Ah well. Still”

“Still what? Did you not see the man glued to my side or the smallest but obvious reason why I had to be rolled into this shithole?” Y/N glared at the man while holding her belly as Aiden cleared his throat.

“I uh. Just thought you were fat—-“

“EXCUSE ME?!” Y/N scoffs about to break this man in half when Maggie cut in and physically shoved the guy back.

“Woah watch it. I was having a conversa—-“

“Yeah and it’s done, unless you want me to let her beat you to a pulp”

“Like her weak ass can even land a punch”

And without another word, Maggie moved out of Y/N’s way and she didn’t hesitate to land a good one right in the kisser. Aiden instantly fumbled back about to fight back when Reg instantly pulled his son away letting Deanna take care of the situation. But Y/N had enough of being there.

“Come on Rocky, let’s get you home before the ref realizes what happened to her bitch of a son” Maggie quickly wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders walking out of the house and heading toward the Grimes’s residence.

“Hope Daryl is having a better time than I am.” Y/N frowns feeling the sick feeling return.

Meanwhile Daryl was checking out the bike frame Aaron had shown him and while he was making a plate for the archer’s partner…Eric wobbled in.

“Hey you never told us your wife’s name”

“She’s not my—-Y/N—We ain’t married.” Daryl fumbled a bit as he had that strange old world feeling when it came to their “situation”.

Y/N Grimes is the love of Daryl Dixon’s life. Neither of them like labels.

Daryl calls her sunshine, darling, and lovely.

Y/N calls him my love, babe, and the occasional Darbear for the fun of it.

The archer calls her his partner to others and some part of him would love to use my wife.

So what’s stopping me? Daryl thought as Eric gave him a confused look after his scrambling.

“I know we just met but do you mind if I push?”

“Why do yea want to?”

“Because I feel like it. I talked to Y/N when we were both in the infirmary” Eric leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. “She’s a catch, and fate brought you two together…you don’t need a fancy wedding for a union anymore. I get some don’t like labels or whatever, but honestly, those labels are sometimes not for you…besides” He reached into his pocket tossing a ring box at the archer. “She loved that”

Such little time in the infirmary lead to a lot of unanswered questions. But Daryl found himself heading back to the Grimes’s residence with a wrapped plate of spaghetti and a ring in a velvet box. Nothing too fancy. Nothing like what the brides have in the old movies. It suited them. That’s how perfect it was.

“Hey Dixon!” Pete calls out to Daryl carrying a few things in his hands as he stalls by the steps. “Got a few things for your woman after doing a bit of research and what happened tonight”

“The fuck happen tonight?”

Pete gave him about the same level of blank staring before handing him one of those instant ice packs. “She punched the Monroe boy. Should help with the bruising. Plus found one of these pregnancy books in what we are suppose to call a library? Anyway and some nausea meds”

“Thanks…” Daryl accepted everything as he watches him leave before quickly picking up where he left off heading inside.

The archer quickly dropped the plate off on the kitchen island before making his way upstairs and into their shared room finding her still awake. Y/N still wearing the sweater her brother gave her but was finally out of that stupid dress. When she locked eyes with her partner, some part of her wished she still wore it for him to see but she was more focused on everything he carried.

“You were busy tonight”

“Uh. I guess.” Daryl brought himself to sit beside Y/N feeling her lips instantly press onto his cheek the moment he sat before resting her cheek against his shoulder. “Heard about your right hook”

“Dumbass deserved it…”

“Gotta point him out for me, so I know who to fucking show who’s boss”

“I sort of already did, but I will” Y/N laughs lightly against him, taking the offered instant ice pack to crack it and hold it on her dominant hand. “What else you’ve got?”

“I’ve got yea a plate in the kitchen. Had dinner with Aaron and his partner Eric. It was…nice. I wish you were there with me” Daryl kissed the top of her head as she snuggled up into him humming in response. “The doc also gave me meds for yea to try when it comes to your vomiting”

“I can take down fluids so I don’t need the IV anymore. That’s one good thing happening”

“That’s great” Daryl repeated the phrase once more before carefully pulling away from Y/N setting down the nausea meds along with the pregnancy book that peaked her interest—-for only a short moment.

Because the archer getting down on one knee instantly brought her attention away.

“Daryl Dixon. What are you doing?”

“Something…something stupid? I…I know about what we think of labels and shit but I can’t shake this”

“Daryl…” Y/N softens bringing herself entirely to the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been wanting to call you my wife since the last month of peace back at the prison. I want and am gonna spend the rest of my life with you…and this peanut is just. Our overflowing love onto another human being…”

“So poetic of you, Daryl Dixon…” Y/N laughs softly bringing his face into her hands as the tears instantly fell from her touch.

“I love you so much, sunshine”

“I love you so much more Darbear” She smirks hearing his annoyed laugh escape his lips as she gently wipes away his tears. “Now are you going to ask me? Because I don’t need a ring to tell the world how much I love being your wife”

Daryl gently pulls away to take the ring box out of a pocket in his vest as it surprised Y/N slightly when he opened it. It brought out a small tearful laugh to the silver arrow wrapped into a ring. It was a little cheesy but it was for them.

“Will you be my wife, Y/N Grimes?”

“I do, Daryl Dixon. I sure as fucking hell do”

It’s been about two months since then. Y/N was now six months pregnant and Alexandria went through…a lot.

The wall collapsing

The herd

Carl losing an eye

Maggie’s pregnancy announcement

Losing a lot of Alexandrians

It took about a month to fix the wall and collect themselves, slowly bringing themselves back to a sense of normal.

The morning came slowly, or slower than usual…

Y/N shifted slightly in the bed feeling the discomfort truly grow in her back once she opened her eyes. A soft groan escaped her lips which stirred Daryl awake as he lifted his head to check her face for anything but kept his hand secured on her belly.

“The baby isn’t going to kick every time your hand is there”

“She does. Sometimes”

“She huh? What happened to strong and healthy…that’s all that matters?”

“That’s still fact. Don’t mean I can wish for somethin’ on the side” Daryl whispers as he pressed a kiss to her belly which resulted in a laugh from his wife but also a kick hitting his hand. “That’s my girl”

“Rick caught me up on your supply run just the two of you…promise you’ll be safe?”

“I always do don’t I?”

“Yeah but last time you came home with a knife wound in your shoulder”

“Alright, fair enough” Daryl brought himself to sit up and help his wife do the same as Y/N gently caressed his cheek worried about him. “I promise”

“Good…”

Because I have a weird feeling about today

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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20 with abby please 🙏😻😻

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

abby anderson x fem! reader

ask and you shall receive 😉

tags - fluff, comfort, angst(ish), kissing and mentions of typical canonical violence!

it was no surprise that in the WLF territory it was filled with violence and mayhem, Seraphites fighting against WLF weren’t uncommon. at all. Abigail Anderson was Isaac’s top scar killer, her kill count above any number you’ve tried to reach. being a medic was hard, too, but you know that being a dependent warrior was harder.

It was uncommon for Abby to have a day off— a day to herself, and a day to spend with only you. You began dating the gentle girl around five months ago, her stuttering, red faced confession making your heart burst more than it already did when she was around. Once your relationship truly began, you really began to see her troubles. As her friend, you always tried to be there for her, but as her girlfriend, you fully understand her burdens and feelings, leading for you to be able to help her heal— may it be physically, or mentally.

so that’s how you got here, stirring Abby’s favorite meal in a pot, making it fresh and warm for her to come home to after a 12 hour Patrol. You hummed lightly upon cleaning up the last of the dishes, your sink side filled with the other clean ones. Your head snapped behind you upon hearing the door open, a smile gracing your features upon the familiar footsteps that met your old wooden floor.

Abby walked into the kitchen, her beautiful long braid falling down her shoulders, messy, dirty strands falling out. Her face was covered in dirt; making you assume she has taken a nasty tumble. Her elbows were scraped and her hands were bloody. Your smile only continued upon seeing the smile on her face.

“Hey, bambi.” she said, walking towards you. “abby,” you breathed, wrapping two arms around her neck as her hands wrapped around your wait, grabbing you softly. “How was it?” your question seemed to make her cringe, lips pursing. “it.. could’ve been better.” she said, shoving her head into your neck. you sigh, understanding. “I’m sorry.. But, I made you some hazelnut soup,” the moment those words left your mouth, abby’s head whipped up and she sniffed the air repeatedly. “so that’s what smells so good.” she murmurs, letting you go and quickly making her way to the pot on the stove.

“I’ll serve you some, it just needs a few more minutes to finish.” you said, watching as she bent over and let in a big inhale. “You should take a bath, abby. so you can be all warm and cozy when you eat it.” you grinned, watching as she nodded, turning around to you.

“that sounds great. feel.. feel like coming with me?” she asked, her hands entrancing itself with yours. “of course.”

you both walked to the bathroom, abby stripped her clothes as you ran the bath, putting bubbles of soap in the running water before removing your own clothing.

as your took off your last piece, you heard a satisfied groan erupt from the bath. you turned your head to see abby, her braid still intact as she laid eyes-closed in the warm water. You smiled, approaching her from behind and pushing her up, sliding in the bath behind her.

You wrapped your arms around her wait, swaying back and forth as the bubbles moved with you. you sniffed, silence following for a moment.

“good thing you agreed to this bath.”

“oh, shut up.” she laughed, nudging you off and reaching for her braid tip, removing the hair tie and placing it outside of the tub. You were never not awestruck upon watching her beautiful, long, golden, braid made curls fall from her head. You would enjoy them more if they were clean, though.

you reached out of the tub, below the right corner of the section to grab the bathing sponge— bringing it inside the water and coating it in the soap.

low hums emitted from your throat as you moved abby’s long hair out of the way of her back and began washing it softly, up and down. A heavy sigh left her lips, back relaxing into the soapy sponge easily. You held back a giggle at how she folded. Moving the sponge to wash her shoulders, down her arms and around her sides. she was completely soapy now, eyes shut.

“can you dunk your head in the water?” you whispered softly, guiding her head softly under the water upon the nod she replied with.

The dunk was quick, but thorough. Soaking her golden hair completely. as she sat back up you reached for the shampoo, squirting it on the top of her head before beginning to massage.

if abby wasn’t relaxed before, she definitely was now. Her head hanging back, neck loose as you washed her dirty hair. Your long nails massaging her scalp softly. Your hums started up again; a song your mother sang you since you were small. You’d told abby about it when she heard you humming it, and she said she loves the tune and thinks it’s cute when you sing it.

your hands move down from her scalp to her loose hair, running your hands through it softly, allowing the shampoo to travel down. you stopped for a moment, simply admiring her. You bent forward, landing a sweet kiss to her cheek; watching as her face turned red. “what was that for?”

“just admiring the beautiful girl in front of me.” you murmured, continuing your streak of washing her hair. Abby laughed, the light action shaking her whole body.

“okay, beautiful, dunk.” you commented, to which abby dunked her head again. You washed her hair with conditioner and she dunked again— complaining.

“ugh— how many more times?” she says, wiping the water from her eyes. “none. you’re done.” you grin, scratching her back softly and kissing her cheek once more before standing from the rub, the water falling off your naked body quickly as you reached for a towel.

Abby followed suit after, her muscles gleaming with the slick of the warm water. You gave her a towel, she wrapped it around herself and as she dried, you changed and quickly went to the kitchen to get her a bowl of soup. Your hand wrapped around the old bowl and brought it to the pot on the stove, filling it to the brim before garnishing it with crushed hazelnuts and a mint leaf. You had finished just in time, as abby had also walked into the kitchen.

She sat down, her hands still drying out her hair with her white towel. You placed the bowl in front of her, bending down lightly to kiss the crook of her nose. “Enjoy, love.” you mumbled, watching as she smiles and grabs the spoon; greedily gulping down the soup.

Abby may be big and muscular, but she’s a cute, gentle girl under all that strength. and you love her both ways. and you’re glad you made a whole pot of soup.

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The Spreadsheet Digest | Vol 29

Howdy folks!

This is the final Spreadsheet Digest of 2023! I started the spreadsheet back in May as a way for me to keep up with everything I read. Basically, I was having trouble finding fics I had read so I could reread them or I was getting two chapters into a new series before realizing I'd already read it. So I did what I do and I made a spreadsheet about it. Then I felt like other people might benefit from a searchable list of fics. Then, and I don't know why, I thought people might want to know what I thought about the stuff I was reading. And here we are - 29 volumes and 34 weeks later.

Sorry for long intro! This week I have 16 fics for you (Frankie, Joel, Max Phillips, Javi P, Ezra, Dieter, Dave York, and Jack/Whiskey). Summaries and Tags provided by the author where applicable - sometimes I filled in some stuff.

You can find my masterlist here and all my fic recs here

Recs under the Pedro!

My Way - Frankie one shot by @goodwithcheese

Summary: Frankie's working on his truck... you interrupt him Tags: PIV Sex, Frankie uses his words, aka "you know he talks you through it," frankie is bossy Thoughts: if he uhhh "uses his words" this much in the series this is technically set in, I do believe I'll be reading that. This was HOT. Like absurdly hot. Lemme be you car girl, Frankie

Cocoon - Joel series by @secretelephanttattoo

Summary: A short ode to Joel's coat. / a bath with Joel Tags: Angst and intimacy. 1 reference to blood and allusion to canon typical violence (nothing is described) Thoughts: God i love little intimate moments like this... wrapping yourself up in Joel's coat, washing the bad day out of his curls... I am SICK! Someone let me hold this man, please.

I'll Leave a Light On For You - Max Phillips one shot by @oonajaeadira

Summary: Max has reservations when it comes to love, and for very good reasons. Tags: Angst. Character death. Allusions to the atrocities of war and its lasting effects. Max is a vampire. Traumatic soul memory. Me assuming I know anything about French culture of the 1930s. Thoughts: This is beautiful. Just absolutely stunning. I have a fascination with the concept of past lives, and I adore the way it's written about it here. There are some really interesting takes on it here with Max being a vampire. Also, side note, this fic made me cry. It's that soft angst that you don't expect to make you sob, but holy shit. When it hit (you'll know it when you read it) it hit. I was devastated. And then because it's adira and "we do soft here" it ends sweet.

Once in a Blue Moon - Dieter one shot by @whatsnewalycat

Summary: You're the only person working when a Christmas blizzard rolls into town and snows you in with a notoriously difficult guest, Dieter Bravo. Tags: one shot, slight dub con elements (power imbalance, isolation, alcohol) although both parties are enthusiastically consenting, hotel guest x hotel staff, blizzard, Minnesota because that’s my best friend, dieter generally being an ‘if you give a mouse a cookie’ ass bitch, kinda enemies to lovers???, Christmas, loneliness, palm reading, food and eating, cannabis, conspiracy theory mention, fluuuuuufffff, smut, dirty talk, a dash of conflict, painting stuff, power outage, poverty mention Thoughts: Aly has this way of writing Dieter that is like she knows him in real life. He feels so personal and real to me in her stories. I think I say this every time I talk about her fics, but my Dieter would not exist without hers. Anyway -- this fic is wonderful. Dieter has all that silly druggie boy charm he always has, there's a really interesting inclusion of him having PTSD from working on the movie from The Bubble and a really interesting way that he's dealing with it. It's got perfect vibes for us christmas haters too. I loved this so much.

Jingle Balls / Dashing through the ho - Frankie series by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: Santa Frankie porn... that's it. That's the fic Tags: santa kink???, cockwarming, cum, like so much cum, unprotected vaginal sex, unethical use of a mall Santa Village, semi-public sex, dirty talk and pet names, mentions of free use. / santa kink again, free use, spreader bar, creampie, come eating, facefucking, throatpie, anal sex, degradation, cum, pet names (honey, little girl, sweet girl, baby), praise, CUM AGAIN GUYS LIKE IDK WHAT HAPPENED HERE. Thoughts: This is mostly my fault and I refuse to apologize for it

Galletita - Javi P one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Summary: Your sister and brother-in-law have enlisted your help with their small business while they await the birth of their first baby. You help with the cafe and find yourself face to face with a new customer whose appetite might have met its match in you. Tags: big boi Javi P is hungry and a little cranky, you like to bake and Javi likes to eat, belly kink, feeding kink, probably bad Spanish, we’re playing fast and loose with timelines, canon, and everything in general, so just forget about timey wimey boo boo wah wah and enjoy the story lmao Thoughts: I do, in fact, need a big boy

Devour - Ezra one shot by @frannyzooey

Summary: Falling for Ezra on the Green Tags: harvesting violence, mentions of gore and blood, mentions of cannibalism, love as consumption and all the visuals that come with it, so much fucking and filth and ass play and cum eating it isn’t funny Thoughts: It was a gift for me, so I really probably should not be so amazed by how much I love this fic. But oh my god, dude. Love as consumption, freak nasty smut, Ezra being Ezra, bi!Ez, the Din/Ez hints (I'd like to know more about that), it's all perfect. I will never stop being obsessed with this

Tear You Apart - Dieter one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: it's the 70s and your friend invites you to an underground club where one of your favorite musicians is playing: dieter bravo. Tags: innocence kink, mild corruption kink, backstage sex, piv, dirty talk, weed, oral + handjob (male receiving)obsessed with rockstar Dieter. Thoughts: I'm surprised I haven't seen more rockstar Dieter. This was hot, filthy, and just... in the words of the man himself perfect.

One Man Show - Dieter one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Dieter gets himself off! Tags: male masturbation, use of sex toys, anal fingering, butt plug, sex tape??? i guess Thoughts: I'm loving this solo session concept so much. Dieter filming himself!!! for no reason!!! is so hot. Everything about this is so fucking hot. I want him to send me that video...

I am a nightmare, you are a miracle - Joel series by @party-hearses

Summary: After your two year relationship with Tommy Miller ends, Joel takes you in — and it’s home like you’ve never quite known before. Tags: slow burn, explicit (eventual) smut, language, infidelity, alcohol, age difference, soft!joel, no cordyceps outbreak, sarah doesn’t exist (sorry), tommy stans don’t come for me. Thoughts: I have been very intentionally not reading WIPs and waiting for them to be finished, but I fucked up. I was scrolling the dash and frannyzooey recc'd this and it caught my eye and I just didn't even check if it was finished. But I regret nothing. Ch 4 is coming soon, I'm manifesting it. I fucking love Joel in this and I'm super intrigued by reader's uhhhh mommy issues and the way that those manifest.

MASTERLIST BINGE INCOMING | @brandyllyn

To sell your love for peace - Javi P series by @brandyllyn

Summary: You are Javier’s newest informant. You’re not his usual type but he’s willing to make an exception. More than one. Tags: smut, sex work, canon typical violence, javi being a moron Thoughts: I adore a lovers to idiots to lovers story... and man is Javi an idiot. The characterization of Javi here is perfect. Protective!Javi is very canon and I love seeing it in fic. Also, I don't normally go for miscommunication tropes (they tend to annoy me) but this was perfect. I loved every second of this story.

The Serpent Under It - Dave York one shot by brandyllyn

Summary: Dave is very good at his job Tags: Canon typical violence. kinda dark yo, soulmate AU Thoughts: I don't typically read soulmate AUs, but I actually read several of brandyllyn's this week. They're very different from the normal trope. This one broke my heart and it's less than 800 words.

To perish twice - Javi P series by brandyllyn

Summary: You can feel when your soulmate comes. Tags: smut, soulmate AU, Javi being an idiot, male masturbation, piv sex Thoughts: This is what I mean... you can feel when your soulmate has a fuckin orgasm??? What a concept. This was really hot, kind of funny, and had just the right amount of angst.

Cross My Heart - Ezra one shot by brandyllyn

Summary: While waiting at a clinic for the hope of a prosthetic arm, Ezra meets a woman who will change his life Tags: Talk of self harm / suicide but no one does it, discussion of medical procedures and prostheses, some use of ability based slurs by Ezra and others, canon typical violence Thoughts: We love a man who will threaten to murder someone's entire family for you... no seriously. I absolutely love Ezra's characterization here and I love the FMC's story AHHH. It's just a very sweet story... with a little Ezra flair.

Into the Shade - Ezra series by brandyllyn

Summary: Why would anyone fake having a soulmate? Tags: Ezra being Ezra, con man!ezra, soulmate AU, smut, Ezra x OFC smut, Ezra x reader is in there though. Thoughts: Yet again, the typical soulmate concept has been turned on its head here, and I love it. I also adore the flores animae - the particular soulmate mechanic in this fic. It's really interesting!

Dreams are Sweet Until They're Not - Jack Daniels series by brandyllyn

Summary: A crimson rose could only mean one thing. Tags: soulmates au, Jack being a slut, angst, smut, happy ending Thoughts: Okay last soulmates AU on the list, sorry. I went a little nuts. They're just so good. The ending of this one was so sweet, dude.

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My fics this week:

Something Sweet - Javi p x reader - You’re new to the team in Colombia and all alone on your birthday. Your partner, Javier Peña, decides to do something sweet for you. (fluff, smut)

Under Your Skin - jack daniels x javi p x reader - You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? (smut)

in the a.m. - javi p x reader - Between sleeping with informants and getting in bed with Los Pepes in the fight to bring down Escobar, Javier Peña also finds time to be with you. Wrestling with crippling self hatred, Javi tries and fails to keep his blood stained hands off of you. Based on some of my favorite Arctic Monkeys songs (smut, angst)

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, mentions of mysterious vought pills, mentions of death, asshole dad, iffy morals, seizure

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: yayy it's finally posted! if u haven't read chapter one yet I would recommend that or else you'll be kind of confused. also i still haven't watched ep4 or onwards so if there are any mistakes plotwise i'll try to change them when i can. can't wait for you all to see vic's progression as a character oh and her dad is portrayed by chad michael murray. enjoy and lmk if u want to be added to the taglist <3

Blood. So much blood. It was basically singing with unaltered power. I had to hold myself back from just totally pressing myself against all the pool next to me. It was dark out now, and yet we were all still sitting on the stone steps right outside the crimefighting school.

People in neon yellow hazmat suits clinically cleaned up all that remained of Luke. I wanted to shout at them to stop to just let me experience that little sliver of power again, but I kept quiet and made eye contact with Andre. He had a whole aura of grief surrounding his very being.

The medical people had helped clean me up and had given me a spare pair of latex gloves as well as a collection of the school merch that I changed into. The plastic material itched against the soft skin of my hands. The cold burn lingered on the periphery of my brain. As if it was just waiting for me to absorb more and more life force.

Everything was thrumming around me and since all my clothes had been confiscated for cleaning I had no way of getting to my pills. I buried my head between my palms and tried to take a calming breath. No need to start freaking out and do something stupid… like taking a literal blood bath.

“Uh Miss Oaks. We found these in your jacket pocket, they looked important.” I look up to see one of the paramedics holding out the little packet of pills. I snatch quickly from her hand and drily swallow one of the neon green monstrosities.

“Thanks.” She nods and turns back to the ambulance, everything starts to calm down in my brain when I see Cate collapse. Her sobs seem to puncture the very fabric of relaity and tears start to form on my eyelids.

What kind of person wanted to bathe in her friend’s blood? I asked myself and rivers of water started to flow down my cheeks as a shudder shakes through my body. This year was off to a horrible start.

Finally we were released from whatever quarantine they put us in and before I followed Marie to the freshman dorms, I encased Cate in a quick hug.

“I have no idea how you must be feeling right now but all I know is that I’m sorry. If you want to get drunk and watch shitty tv shows I’m only a text away.” Cate’s small grateful smile shined through her tears as she thanked me quietly before we released each other and went our separate ways.

Jogging slightly I caught up with Marie as she pulled the door to our dorm open, she held it for me as we both stepped into the hallways which felt more oppressive and prison-like than usual.

“You okay?” I finally ask, breaking the silence when we reached our floor.

“Okay? Do you really think any of us are okay after that?” Marie basically burst out and looked at me incredulous.

“No… I just fuck I can’t- people are hard to figure out ok. I just- honestly I don’t know anymore.”

“Yeah me neither. Sorry for snapping.”

“Don’t worry about it, I think we’re all entitled to not being calm after everything.”

We nod at each other and when we get to our respective dorms she looks at me as if she’s contemplating saying something else but ultimately decides against it. She just lets out a loud sigh and pushes her dorm door open.

I push mine open as well and suddenly a cloud of incense hits my face. A hand grabs my forearm and pulls me quickly into the room before slamming the door shut.

“Uh… Gemma? What is going on?”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I tried to get through the barricade but they didn’t let me through even after I explained who I-”

“Woah slow the fuck down Gemma. I’m okay, not hurt at all and you need to calm down. Come on deep breaths.”

We stare into each other’s eyes as I try to slow my roommate’s panicked breathing, every single breath we take together seems to get her a little more level headed.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah sorry, I really should be doing that for you.”

“It’s fine, Gem, now what the hell is with all this incense?” Her tinkling laughter adds to the calming atmosphere that the incense smoke had already start to create.

“Oh umm it helps destress me. When I realized I kind of went overboard I also realized you can’t open the windows.”

“Oh my god only you Gem. Well at least it smells nice.”

“Do you need anything by the way? I’ve got a horror movie lined up and I bought some stuff from Vought-a-Burger.”

“Uh yeah sure just let me get changed into something more comfy.”

“Of course. I’ll set it all up on my computer.”

Stepping towards my closet, I grabbed a pair of neatly folded pajamas and my softest cashmere gloves. Pulling the stupid latex gloves off I breathed out a sigh of relief. A migraine was starting to form at the base of my skull and the cold fire that had started to fade away suddenly came back full force.

I didn’t want to risk taking another one of the pills so soon after ingesting the first one that I just let my power hit me full force. A few seconds later, the cold fire seemed to erupt out of my hands quite literally setting them on fire. It didn’t burn, instead it was like someone had poured alcohol all over my hands and lit it with a match.

The fire stayed lit for a minute before it dissipated. The same second that the fire disappeared, so did the cold burn. I felt completely normal - even slightly refreshed. Weird.

Replacing the GodU merch with flannel pajamas and cashmere gloves, I jumped into Gemma’s bed and we settled in to watch classic horror movies. I felt the night’s trauma settle in more as the minutes of the movie ticked down. I wasn’t a stranger to death but I felt so utterly helpless - there was no way I could have helped. Nothing could have been done. Nothing could have been done. I let the mantra repeat over and over in my head, trying to shake off the overwhelming guilt.

Nothing could have been done.

It was the first official day of school and so far it was completely normal… other than the fact I had somehow made the top 10. Granted I was #7 but still - one of the first freshman to ever make the top fucking ten. Andre got the top spot and Marie also had made it into the rankings just below me. It was embarrassing how obvious Vought was being with their campaign.

What absolutely fucking sucked was that Jordan had been bumped down to 5… it didn’t make any sense since I literally saw how banged up (for a supe) they had been after fighting Luke, they was the one who saved out lives - I just stood around and did nothing.

I was sitting in the commons after making sure to drop a bundle of daisies next to the memorial. They were my private way of mourning Luke, even if they had been amongst the things left for Brink. Scoffing, I watched the rest of the student body act like vultures as they were fucking clout chasing at a damn memorial.

I turned up the volume of my headphones and laid down on the soft grass. The blades of grass pricked at my exposed ankles as the clouds danced past my face. Calm in the eye of the storm it seems.

My cloud watching was rudely interrupted by my phone’s ringtone stopping my music and incessantly going on until I fished it out of my jacket pocket and slid the ‘accept call’ button without really taking notice of who was calling me.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Oaks, your daughter is on the line.” The familiar voice of my father’s PA (or rather employee with benefits) rang through my headphones. Fuck me.

“Thanks Margot. Hello Vicky.” I fought a sigh and bit the side of my cheek - hard.

“Hi dad. How’s it going?”

“Good, good. The new movie seems like it’s going to make some money.”

“That’s great! Are you on set right now?”

“No, weekly massage appointment, remember?” As if I didn’t know that the massage appointment was actually code for, I scrunched up my nose in disgust at all the times I had accidentally walked in on him during one of his “massage appointments”.

“Right yeah, sorry. It’s been a hectic few days.”

“I actually called about that, congratulations on making the top 10 sweetheart, you better start working hard. First freshman in history! Well other than that other girl, what was her name? Natalie, Renee-” The little flame of happiness in my chest was slightly diminished because of the insult that always seemed to follow the compliment.

“Marie dad, Marie.”

“Right, yes. Anyways I’ve got to go, the masseuse is calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure da-” The line cut off before I could even finish my goodbyes, he really got on my fucking nerves sometimes. My music came back on full blast after the call finished and I tried to ease back into my calm state when yet another interruption decided to arise.

This time it was a gaggle of freshmen who had their phones pointed at my face and I could dimly hear them all gushing about being my best friend. Okay break over. Rolling my eyes I jumped up from my position on the floor and quickly made my exit from the scene.

The only place that I knew would be a good hideout was my dorm but Gemma was supposedly prepping for her first Performance Arts class, which I definitely did not want to interrupt and so that left… the library. But before I could even think of making my way over there I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It was a message from Margot, stating that I was needed for promo materials at one of the auditoriums. Great, just perfect. I didn’t bother to respond to her text but started moving in the opposite direction of the library.

The heels of my boots click against the cement paths as I fiddle with the clasp on my gloves. The white leather glided over the metallic clasp as I hurried up the stone steps to the Performing Arts building.

Grabbing the silver door handle and walking into the studio, it was as if the neon backdrop exploded my retinas. Before I could even blink, I felt someone grab my arm and drag me over to a makeup chair.

“Oh thank god. We had no idea where you were, we had to get your father’s PA to message you and that already took enough of our time.” The frantic but familiar voice of Courtenay Fourtney greeted me as a bunch of random people seemed to appear out of the shadows, each holding some kind of makeup or styling instrument.

“Uh sorry.”

Suddenly I saw an ungloved hand start coming towards my face but just as my hand was about to grab the person’s forearm the damage had already been done. The soft pads of their fingertips grazed my cheek and energy started pouring into my body. I caught a glimpse of a childhood memory before a scream rang out from one of the other makeup artists.

“Goddammit, someone wheel her out or something and go get some water, I don’t need any more fainting. Did no one get the memo that you can’t touch her unprotected?” I was still trying to recover from absorbing an entire person’s life when, now gloved, hands started to touch my face and add makeup.

“Is she dead?” I ask, my voice slightly wobbly, as someone starts putting blush on my cheekbones with a slight shake in their hand. I hadn’t absorbed someone in a while so it was like a huge kick to my system - then the realization set in. Great another death. Not my fault, but even after all the years of telling myself that it’s not my fault I could still feel that spark of greed. To just keep taking and taking and-

“Yes but we had them all sign a waver now wait where the hell is the other girl? Claire? Claire!” Courtenay went off into the shadows as someone thrust a garment bag into my arms when my face was finished getting touched up.

“Change into this.” I nodded but before walking over to one of the changing stalls. I sneaked a look at my makeup - not bad. After I slipped on the turtleneck and slightly oversized cream suit, I grabbed the Vought pills. Another one couldn’t hurt right? The itch had come back from last night and no more accidental deaths would be good.

I popped one of the neon green pills and smiled at myself in the mirror. Time to be a hero.

“Hey Andre!” I shouted over to where he was talking to his dad, a relieved smile overcame his face even if his eyes were still filled with a clear dark emptiness.

“Wow Victoria Oaks. I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been? How’s your dad?”

“Hi Mr. Anderson. It’s good to see you. Dad’s doing well, I’ll be sure to get him to call you soon.”

“Yes please do. I’ll leave you two to talk.” He sent a wink to Andre before taking out his phone and walking out of the studio.

“Everything okay? I know how he can get.” I asked Andre, giving him a slight reassuring pat on his arm.

“Yeah, yeah we’re fine. Umm actually could-”

Before Andre could get on with his admission our little conversation was interrupted by the opening of heavy doors and Marie walking in - where she was immediately swarmed by Courtenay.

I felt a wave of sympathy rush through me, Andre and I had been in the public sphere ever since we were children. We knew who was trying to hustle us and what exactly we needed to do to get higher ratings but Marie was totally new to this.

“Uh sorry what were you saying?” I snap out of my little daydream and look over to Andre who was also starring over to where Marie was being handed the interview script.

“Just that uh… Luke, he said something to me before he you know,” I smiled sympathetically at him and nodded slightly urging him to continue. “Basically he said that my dad had something, but just now when I asked him he looked at me like I was insane.”

“You mean that-”

“Everyone quickly, places please.”

“We’ll talk later!” Andre nodded at me as I jogged up the steps and started to pose for my solo pictures. Andre watched on until Marie joined him after getting changed into a frankly stunning outfit.

About an hour later we were finally released from the clutches of Courtenay Fourtney - with a promise to be on time for the interview that night.

The three of us walked between the trailers, Marie with her hands clutching her backpack like a lifeline, Andre vaping and me taking bites of a random cupcake I had stolen from the tiny craft service table.

As we walked I could hear the shutters of people’s cameras, we posed for a few selfies and I blew some kisses to some of the cameras.

“One thing I’ve already learned, you can literally say anything to them and they will still take the picture.”

“That’s why you say yes to give the illusion of choice.” Andre answers with a slightly bored tone, I hum in agreement next to him as I take another bite of the strawberry frosting. This was a damn good cupcake.

“Did you learn that from your dad?”

“Did Luke say something to you about my dad?” Andre stuttered out and my interest suddenly peaked, we hadn’t gotten a chance to discuss what he told me right before the shoot.

“He just said ‘The Woods’.” A strange chill traveled along my spine when Marie’s mouth finished forming the words, they seemed strangely familiar but also foreign. I tune back into the conversation as Andre tells Marie what he told me before the photoshoot.

“Well good luck with that.” I finish my strawberry cupcake and look back at Marie with an incredulous expression obviously painted on my face.

“Marie? What? That’s it.”

“Look I don’t see how this involves me okay? I went out with you guys once, I don’t know you.”

“Marie, that's a flimsy excuse, come on. I barely knew Luke-”

“Exactly, you don’t need to get involved with this either Vic. He tried to kill us, remember?”

It’s not like I didn’t understand where Marie was coming from but this was important. A person killed himself right in front of us and she’s acting like it isn’t her problem. I let out a sigh of indignation.

“Andre, look let’s not push her into this, okay?” He looked at me slightly betrayed before looking back at Marie.

“Marie, I don’t think you get this. He’s dead. I guess you don’t have any problem stepping over him to get to the top.” I let out a soft gasp at Andre’s words, ok that was taking it a little too far but before I could rebuke him, Marie narrowed her eyes and spoke with a much angrier tone.

“That shit at the club, where you nearly killed that girl. I was going to get expelled for that, did you know that?”

“Of course not, I didn’t ask for that.”

“No you didn’t. You just get everything handed to you on a silver platter, because of your dads.” She shifted her face so she was now staring into my eyes, “Everyone knows who you are and are ready to cover for their precious supes, I don’t have shit. So don’t blame me when I try to have at least a little self preservation.”

I was about to call out to her when she started walking away from us but something stopped me. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if my dad wasn’t my dad and I had these powers. I probably would have ended up in one of those orphanages for dangerous supes. A shudder once again runs through my body - I had heard enough horrible things about those places to know how grateful I should be.

“So are you going to help at least?” Andre asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Am I your friend?” Andre’s signature smile graced his face in return to my sarcastic remark and he linked arms with mine.

“You headed for crimefighting as well?”

“Yup, I got an update to my schedule during the shoot. I’ll be joining you in the junior class.”

“How did you manage that?” Andre asked as we posed for a few more selfies before heading through the large doors.

“No idea, but I’m sure it was dad. He texted, no, his PA texted right after the change.”

“Venice still around?”

“What? Oh no, she was like 5 PAs ago. Have we really not talked in that long?”

“I guess so, scary thoughts.” I snorted at his remark when we finally arrived at the junior crimefighters class. He dramatically pulled the door open for me. “Age before beauty.”

“That comment makes zero sense, I’m literally younger than you.”

“Exactly.” A loud and offended gasp left my mouth when I finally stepped into the class.

“Rude. Hey Jordan.” She seemed to shake out of their daydream when they looked up at us from her seat.

“Oh hey guys. Didn’t realize you were taking this class Vic.” I took a seat next to her and Andre sat down to my right after shooing off one of the other juniors.

“My dad made some calls supposedly?” They just narrowed their eyes and nodded at me.

“Right.” The flirty Jordan from last night was nowhere to be seen and I could quite palpably feel that the air around her felt heavier than normal. It was like a storm was brewing on the horizon.

“Jordan, look - I’m really sorry about Brink. I’ve only ever met him at some random premieres and book signings so I… I- fuck I’m not good with the whole emotions thing but if you ever need anything…”

Jordan after the end of my long spiel of stuttered phrases looked honestly really surprised. I cringed, emotions are not a thing that was ever promoted around supes. We were made of steel. But I felt like I needed to say something but before she could answer, either to rebuke my speech or to say thanks. The dean Indira Shetty walked into the room and smiled at us.

“Professor Brinkeroff died the same way he taught: a hero…” I spent the entirety of her speech switching between staring at my gloves and at Jordan. Their left hand nervously tapped against the plastic table. I was drawn out of my, admittedly a little creepy, staring by the door loudly opening. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at who had appeared in the middle of the dean’s speech. It was Marie.

“Hi sorry I’m late.”

“I’m Dean Shetty. It’s a pleasure to meet you, please take a seat. We’re letting Ms. Moreau and Ms. Oaks audit the junior-year classes. What you and Andre did, it’s obvious you belonged here.”

A pang of discomfort hit me like a freight train, I knew being a supe meant exploiting what you can to get to the top but it still felt horrible. I closed my eyes and willed myself to focus for the rest of the class.

I stayed behind after class to make sure that I would be able to be caught up with the material, Dean Shetty seemed more than accommodating and actually gave me a list of further reading I might be interested in for superhero psychology.

I was busy organizing the new papers and my laptop, that I didn’t realize I had bumped into Jordan until I had pain radiating around my shoulder where we collided.

“Shit sorry, we really need to stop meeting like this.” I said when I finally met his eyes.

“It’s uh fine. Look, I just wanted to say thanks for that in there.” A sigh of relief escaped my body, okay great they weren’t angry at me.

“It was nothing really. I did mean it though if you need anything at all don’t be too scared to ask.”

“Actually… if you wouldn’t mind could you tell them what I did when you have your interview with Hailey Miller. I would really fucking appreciate it. I tried talking to Marie but honestly I don’t know if she will do it and my rankings are all fucked right now cause of the trustees.” My eyebrows shot up, I didn’t have time to look over the script so I thought that they were going to at least be mentioned. Quickly fishing out my phone, I scrolled through all the news coverage Godolkin was getting. Not a single fucking mention of Jordan.

“Shit yeah of course. I haven’t really checked the script or the news I thought that… wow Vought really fucking sucks more than I already thought they did.” Jordan lets out a slightly defeated laugh and runs a hand through their hair.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah sure, I usually wing these interviews anyway. It’s fun to see my dad’s PR people become all frantic when I say something slightly off script. That’s actually how I came out as pan.”

“Oh fuck right, I remember that. It was all over the news. Those fucking headlines oh my god.”

We both started laughing as I remembered the insane things the gossip papers printed. I had always had a rule of not searching myself up online but that whole thing basically stopped me from looking at any news altogether.

Jordan and I walked over to the cafeteria, falling into an easy conversation, almost as if we had known each other for forever. It was like we were surrounded by a sort of bubble, all of our issues and grief seemed to dissipate for a while when we just got to talk about everything and anything.

After spending the day going to classes, talking to Andre and Jordan and working through some of the reading the dean recommended, I emerged from my studies to find my phone blowing up from some random freshmen group chat I had been added to.

Quickly silencing the messages I didn’t bother to knock as I burst into my dorm room with a heavy sigh. Only to find 2 Emmas lying on Gemma’s bed. One of the Emmas seemed to have been furiously crying because her eyes were rimmed with red and the other was holding her tightly. They sprang apart the second they heard the door open and the one that had been crying looked between me and the other Emma with a surprised look on her face.

“Hey? Umm you okay Emma?” I asked, venturing a guess as to who had actually been crying.

“Uh yeah. Umm sorry is this weird? It’s definitely weird. I’m just going to-”

“Woah, Emma relax. Vic is like the least judgemental person ever right?” Emma shifted into Gemma a second later and looked at me with a pleading look on her face. Emma slowly sat back down on the bed and watched me, as if calculating the easiest way to get out of the dorm.

“Yeah, look I don’t know what happened. But whoever made you feel like this can instantly be dead, you just need to ask.” Emma let out a deprecating snuffle while I started to take off my gloves, when she realized what I was doing her eyes widened comically.

“No, no! It’s okay, no need to kill anyone.”

“You sure? Cause there was already an incident today…” I answered in a teasing tone and made a whole show of twisting my now ungloved hands in an overdramatized fashion.

“Yeah please don’t kill anyone for me. I’m guessing you haven’t seen the video then?” Ah the group chat blow up must have been associated with whatever Emma was talking about.

“Uh no?”

“Somehow it astonishes me how famous you are and yet you have absolutely no clue about current events.” Gemma says as she tosses herself back against her assortment of pillows. Seeing as there was no more danger of Emma flying out of the room, I stepped away from the door and threw my now cramped bag onto my bed and settled into the bean bag that Gemma kept on her side of the room.

“Here I would rather you just see for yourself instead of me explaining it.” Emma tossed me her phone as I pulled my gloves back on. Over the next few minutes, my heart sank lower and lower in my body. Who the fuck did this girl think she is?

When the video finally finished I looked up to the pair, who were now entwined in a position very similar to the one I had found them in. A too wide smile started to adorn my face.

“Are you sure I can't just kill her half way?” They both snorted even if they did look a little scared about the expression on my face.

“Look for real though, Emma I’m really fucking sorry about it all coming out like this. It should have been on your own terms or not at all. Either fucking way you are a badass and never ever let anyone think you are less than what you are, okay?”

“Aww you guys are going to make me start crying.” Emma stuttered out as tears started trickling down her cheeks, a grateful smile shone through - like a literal ray of sunshine had entered the room.

I started making my way to the interview way later than I probably should have but friends mattered more than stupid tv appearances, even if I had promised Jordan. Strangely enough I saw Andre a little ahead of me before he stopped and turned to look at the Lamplighter School. Tilting my head in question, I watched as he debated with himself for a second before walking towards the doors.

My interest peaked so I decided to follow him… it’s not like they could start the interview without two of the three ‘Guardians of Godolkin’ - okay yeah that was a shitty name. I followed behind Andre as quietly as I could until suddenly he stopped. Right in the middle of a hallway.

A second later he swiveled around and used his power to grab any of the metal that was embedded into the material of my clothes and pulled me towards him.

“Woah woah, Andre dude it’s just me.” I said before he could pull me too far, I walked out into the harshly lit corridor with my hands held up in an innocent gesture.

“Fucking hell. Victoria, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked hurriedly, sounding incredibly annoyed.

“I don’t know maybe if you bothered telling me why the hell you are sneaking into the fucking crimefighting school I wouldn’t be so suspicious!” I responded in the same harsh whispered tone.

“Ok fine you’re right. Come on, I'll explain on the way.” As we wandered through the hallways Andre showed me the video that he found on Luke’s phone, as I heard more and more of the message the same eerie feeling spread through my bones.

“I know what he’s talking about.” We had arrived at Brink’s door when the message stopped playing and I handed Andre back his phone.

“What?”

“I don’t know it’s like this feeling. All I know is that it’s bad, really bad.” Andre looked at me with a slightly worried look on his face.

“You don’t think that…”

“Fuck I don’t know Andre. Vought has been up to some weird stuff but I remember my life at least I think I do… you know what, let’s not worry about that now. Let’s figure out how to get his brother the hell out of there.”

I felt like I was in some kind of spy movie as Andre quickly navigated Brink’s computer to pull up the files from The Woods. I had been assigned to look out so I stayed closer to the door until I started to hear the loud footsteps of the school’s campus security.

“Andre hurry the fuck up!” I slid under the desk and squeezed myself into a ball to allow Andre to hide under it as well, but he stayed up there quickly taking photos. In the last second, just as the door swung open he dropped down under the desk and silently closed the computer with his powers.

I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears as the security swarmed into the room, it felt like every breath I let out would attract their attraction and then Andre’s phone rang… he tried to turn it off but everytime he declined the call it just lit up again.

He looked at me pleadingly as I watched him, feeling absolutely frantic. This is bad. This is very very bad. Thank whatever god was out there that his phone turned off. I was about to let out a loud sigh of relief when I realized they were all still here. We weren’t out of the woods yet.

After another minute of tense silence the security team left with a click of the door and my entire body relaxed onto the side of the desk. The curdled up position was already starting to hurt my back when Andre looked at me, echoing my relief.

“Fuck that was close.”

“Too close… you want to follow them don’t you?” Andre just shrugged with a sheepish smile, I let out a breath through my teeth and banged my head against the side of the desk for good measure.

“Fine, okay. We should probably go now.”

“Right yup.”

Andre and I tried to be as quiet as possible as we followed the security team through the grounds. Thankfully we had actually been training for this our entire lives… to be clear we trained to follow criminals not Vought security employees but with all this new information they might as well be the same thing.

The team finally came to a stop at the bottom of a stairwell, I leaned carefully over the railing making sure that I wasn’t too easily seen when a janitor appeared. Oh that’s not going to end well.

It seemed like my prediction ended up ringing true because a few seconds later the man was on the floor. Throat slit open and blood pooling around him. Andre let out a sharp gasp while I just bit my bottom lip - not letting any sound come out.

Andre’s slip up cost us, the murderer looked up from his task and we moved quickly away from the stairwell.

“Let’s go, Greg will clean up later.”

We both let out a sigh of relief, this night was probably doing horrible things to my blood pressure… did supes even have high blood pressure? Before I could finish whatever strange train of thought my stressed out brain decided to conjure, a security guard came up behind us.

Andre quickly shoved his gun into the wall as I tried to tug off my gloves but before they were even half way down my palms, a piercing wail seemed to drill into my brain.

“AHHH.” The ringing caused me to clutch my head in agony, my face scrunched up in pure and utter pain. I ended up falling backwards on the stairwell as the sound just seemed to get louder and louder and louder.

“Did you know supes have a wider range of hearing than us? Like dogs.” The man’s condescending little voice was the only thing that seemed to stop the utter pain of the ringing. Fuck.

“Hey Bob! Turn it off.” I was too busy feeling like my brain was leaking out of my ears to pay attention to the distant voice that had suddenly appeared. And then it stopped. Sweet, beautiful, wonderful relief.

It was serenely quiet for a second or so before I finally got my bearings again. When I looked up I found Cate instigating what seemed to be flashlight oral sex…? What the actual fuck. I carefully got up by gripping onto one of the metal railings.

“Oh god Cate my savior.” The blonde turned to look at the pair of us with a smile on her face which instantly dropped as she tried to get down the stairs.

“Andre… Vic. We- we need to go.”

“Cate! Cate! Your eye! You’ve been pushing too much.”

“I’m fine… I’m fine.” That was the moment that she fainted, she fell right into my arms and Andre’s. We carefully placed her on the floor and I ripped off my sweater, placing it under her head as she convulsed.

“Shit, shit, shit. Cate! Cate!”

“CATE!” I screamed out as I moved the bundle of clothing under her head but she didn’t stop convulsing. She couldn’t stop.

so yeah... hints at trauma and shit from vic's past - do be easy on her tho she has gone through enough accidental deaths to basically be desensitized at this point. ALSO I wanted to focus more on her supe side this chapter, hopefully that shone through cause like most other supes she has an ego the size of a planet lol - that's partially why she followed andre at the end instead of doing the interview

it's also funny to me that this poor girl has absolutely no idea what is going on with anyone else's backstory like the audience or the reader in this case knows more about everyone than she does

lmk what u think <3

taglist: @neapolitantoebeans @scorchedfangirl @losers-club6 @vvyuqi @bubblebuttwade

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stinky-fuck-swag · 6 months

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Stinky Fuck Swag Bracket B Side A: Round 1, Match 3

Toko Fukawa (Danganronpa) VS L (Death Note)

Propaganda under the cut!

Toko Fukawa:

canonically doesn't bathe

she does not bathe! there's a reason for this but I forgot. also doesn't brush her teeth. this is brought up a lot bc the other characters are mean to her heart emoji :( she's very silly! she's a writer, she survived murder highschool, she survived murder city, there's cut scenes of her sexual fantasies about a guy who very much hates her, she has DID (it's written as a horribly ableist stereotype), and she's besties with the most Normal Person ever. and she's rude to ppl ♥️ i liek her :)

Literally just doesn't bathe. She has a fear of water so severe she refuses to shower. She stinks so bad at one point Byakuya (the guy she likes) points it out and tells her to go take a bath.

She doesn't bathe and has a pet stink bug. At one point in the first game she doesn't know a certain fact about the school bathrooms which would only be possible if she hadn't bathed since the death game began and is embarrassed when this is pointed out. In the Ultra Despair Girls game it's revealed that her closest friend is her pet stink bug who's the only one who didn't mind how she smelled (and whose presence probably made her smell worse). In Danganronpa 3 her new friend is shown having to physically fight and drag her into the bathroom to try and get her to wash.

there is no universe in which he bathes. he sits alone in an empty hotel room looking at computer all day. people who say L is clean are wrong.

#toko fukawa #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #death note #l death note #death note l #l lawliet #stinky fuck swag polls #round 1 #stinkyfuckswagtourney #tumblr tourney #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #poll tournament

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maisiestyle · 6 months

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The First Men are not Natives

It's so strange when SELECTIVE canonical white characters are being passed off as people of color on tumblr art. 👀 Why do these folks follow canon for one character and not the other? I am a POC and this is so odd.

Especially considering the First Men, who the Starks are descendents, they aren't native to the North. The First Men colonised the area, having originally come from Essos - taking the land from the native inhabitants of Westeros (the Children's of the Forest). This is direct canon.

Alys Karstark (from a cadet branch of House Stark and descendants of the First Men/North) is described as having pale skin and blue-grey eyes. She was an Arya lookalike.

Jeyne Poole, another descendant of the First Men/North, is described multiple times, as having pale skin. Another Arya lookalike.

From the books, Arya is never described as having dark skin. If you're going to respect Canon for one character, keep it consistent.

"Her face was dirty, and her tears left pink tracks down her cheeks. - AGoT Eddard II

She wished she could take off her clothes and swim, gliding through the warm water like an skinny pink otter. Maybe she could swim all the way to Winterfell. - ACoK Arya IV

"It makes no matter." Even if the Titan did eat juicy pink girl flesh, Arya would not fear him. She was a scrawny thing, no proper meal for a giant, and almost eleven, practically a woman grown. - AFFC Arya I

She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. - AFFC Arya II

Down in the vaults, she untied Cat's threadbare cloak, pulled Cat's fishy brown tunic over her head, kicked off Cat's salt-stained boots, climbed out of Cat's smallclothes, and bathed in lemonwater to wash away the very smell of Cat of the Canals. When she emerged, soaped and scrubbed pink with her brown hair plastered to her cheeks, Cat was gone. - AFFC Cat of the Canals

Westeros is a very British/European inspired area. Loosely based on the British War of the Roses...etc. The people of the North are more Celtic/Scottish + a lot heavy norse mythology.

During a panel at San Diego Comic-Con 2014, in a discussion about fantasy maps, GRRM goes on to say that the map of Westeros “began as upside-down Ireland”, mentioning the clear similarity of the Fingers (Westeros) to the Dingle Peninsula of (Ireland).

The Wall in asoiaf is based on Hadrian’s Wall in Northern England:

While on a trip to Great Britain, George said, “The Wall predates anything else. I can trace back the inspiration for that to 1981. I was in England visiting a friend, and as we approached the border of England and Scotland, we stopped to see Hadrian’s Wall. I stood up there and I tried to imagine what it was like to be a Roman legionary, standing on this wall, looking at these distant hills. It was a very profound feeling. For the Romans at that time, this was the end of civilization; it was the end of the world. We know that there were Scots beyond the hills, but they didn’t know that.

All the official Artwork shows Arya depicted as a white girl. You accurately draw Sansa as a white girl and you don't find that offensive? Why do you people follow canon when you draw her siblings and then go full creative mode for Arya/Jon/Ned and other Northern people who are described as WHITE? Again where is the consistency?

Don't get mad when you get called out.

#arya stark #asoiafedit #draw what you want. it's not canon #just your creative interpretation based on whatever reason #house stark #game of thrones #asoiaf #jon snow #ned stark #asoiaf art #grrmartin

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3rd POV-Peeta Masterlist

Created: February 18th, 2024

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A Turn of Events-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta feels like an ass when Katniss walks in on him in the shower, but maybe all hope isn't lost.

all the very best of us string ourselves up for love-hotpielookedlikehotpie (ao3) Summary: When your feet are tied to hers, why search for another? An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.

Birdbath-fyreflys (tumblr) Summary: Peeta giving Katniss a long and thorough bath after he plants the primroses in canon.

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All I Ever Knew, Only You 6: The Blood You Bleed Is The Blood You Owe

Chapter Six.

Woken up like an animal, I'm all ready for the healing, My mind's lost with nightmares streaming, Woken up, kicking, screaming, Oh, take me out of this place I'm in, Oh, break me out of this shell-like case I'm in, Underneath this skin, there's a human, Buried deep within there's a human, And despite everything I'm still human, But I think I'm dying here

Summary: Hawkins was your typical quaint, mid-western town where nothing ever happened. People were born here, lived their entire lives within the town limits, and eventually died here, peacefully in their sleep. But one cold November evening in 1983 would change everything.

Despite a child with psychokinetic abilities and ravenous monsters that lacked faces, stranger things had definitely happened in the small town in Indiana. One of them being your reluctant and slightly imposed friendship with Hawkins High’s own King Bee, Steve Harrington.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Non-descriptive F!Reader (eventual)

Words: 5,864

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of violence, cursing, mention of breaking the law but nothing too serious, blood/mentions of injuries.

Series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of drug use, canon-typical violence, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of possible mental health disorders, child abuse, slow burn, kinda enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, I like to call it ‘two idiots who begrudgingly befriend each other only to realize… ‘wait a damn minute…’, eventual sexual content, canon-typical time-period bullshit. 18+. Minors DNI.

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Chapter Six: The Blood You Bleed Is The Blood You Owe

You sat on one of the small armchairs in the Byers’ living room, leg bouncing and only half listening as Mike explained the concept of the acrobat and the flea — the same one you and Mr. Clarke had described during Will’s Wake — to the rest of the group.

Hopper’s eyes were darting between yourself and the small girl sitting in front of the coffee table, her shoulders hunched slightly, as if she were ready to flee at the first sign of danger. On the other hand, you were much more interested in biting the skin around your nail, knowing that you’d regret your decision in the morning when the area would boast a sore hangnail.

The Upside Down, Eleven had called it. Here, but not really here. And if you guys were the acrobat, that meant the monster — and somehow — Will was the flea. It meant Barb was the flea.

The good news was that Eleven was certain she could speak to Will and Barb, despite them being trapped in the Upside Down.

Everyone stood around the kitchen table, watching as Eleven tried her hardest to connect with the place, but despite the flickering lights above you, Eleven’s voice cracked as she explained that she couldn’t find them.

Once the girl had excused herself to the bathroom with tears lining her eyes, the boys explained what they knew about Eleven’s powers.

“Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak.”

“The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets.”

“Like, she flipped the van earlier-”

“-It was awesome.”

“But she’s drained-”

“-Like a bad battery.”

“Well, how…How do we make her better?”

Mike shrugged, his eyes darting toward you as if you could be of any help at all, “We don’t. We just have to wait and try again.”

“Well, how long?”

Eleven appeared from the bathroom silently, only alerting you all to her presence when she finally spoke. She explained that she entered the Upside Down before, but she’d always been in water of some sort.

“A sensory deprivation tank?” You asked her, watching as she struggled to find the right words to explain whatever shit the guys at the lab had made her do.

Nodding, Eleven’s eyes turned, watching you carefully, “Yes. Like a bath.”

“How the hell do we get one of those?” Jonathan asked, pacing behind his mother who was currently brushing her hands through her unwashed hair.

“We don’t. We make one.”

Dustin had gotten off the phone with Mr. Clarke after only a few minutes, guilt-tripping the teacher into explaining how to build a homemade sensory deprivation tank at 10p.m. on a Saturday evening. You had to give it to the kid, he could bullshit his way in, and out, of most things.

“Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?”

Joyce turned towards Jonathan, shrugging slightly, “I think so. Yeah.”

“Good. Then we just need salt. Lots of it.”

“How much is lots?”

Peering over Dustin’s shoulder, you watched as the boy slowly tried to calculate the solution. Placing a hand on his shoulder, casting the boy’s direction toward you, you sighed, “Average kiddie pool? About 1,500 pounds.”

“Well, where are we gonna get that much salt?” Nancy questioned, already feeling exhausted with the back and forth, the ‘can you, can’t you’ of the situation.

“The school,” you turned your attention towards Hopper, the man’s eyes already boring into you from across the table, “I mean, they have it for snow days, right? They grit the roads every December.”

Sending you a small smile, Hopper nodded, “Let's go. Boys, you and Joyce grab the pool and we’ll meet you at the middle school.”

You sat in the classroom feeling a little more than useless as the others prepared the pool in the gymnasium. Joyce was wrapping up a pair of science goggles with duct tape as you watched the girl nervously look around and you’d guessed she’d never been in a classroom before.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” When she turned, silently questioning you with her large brown eyes, you clarified, “You don’t have to go back there. I know it probably feels like you have to, but we’re not those bad men and you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Placing her small hand over yours, she sent you a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Nancy and I… We found our way there. Only once, but… that was more than enough. It’s okay to be scared, and it’s okay to not do this. We can always try and find another way.”

“You’ve been there? To the Upside Down?” The girl’s eyebrows pulled together as her hand clasped around yours instead.

Shrugging, you tried your best to not shake off her grip and instead allowed her to cradle your sweaty palm, “On accident. We… There was a tree, and we crawled into… You know what? It’s not important. I just wanted you to know that you have a choice in this, and nobody is gonna be angry if-”

“I can do this,” her voice was quiet but sturdy. Unwavering. “I want to do this.”

“This will keep it dark for you,” Joyce handed Eleven the goggles, unknowingly interrupting your conversation, “just like in your bathtub.”

Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself up from the too-small seat, feeling mildly uncomfortable, as if the young girl had looked right into your soul, “I’m gonna go see how everyone's getting on. I’ll meet you down there.”

Joyce’s dark, doe-like eyes followed you as you left the room, lips puckered as she watched with the concern of a mother. Something was off about you tonight, and it seemed so much more than everything that had happened this past week. She had seen the concerned looks Hopper had sent your way, the way the boys had spoken as they exited Hopper’s cruiser earlier, your name whispered on their tongue, and the fact you’d avoided eye contact with almost everyone since joining them in Joyce’s house. She’d also noticed the blood splatter on your sleeve, but declined to ask you about it so far, her thoughts circling back to her son instead.

Heading through the cafeteria, you grabbed a carton of eggs from the large fridge, handing them over to Dustin as you joined them in the gymnasium.

“Oh, I’m not hungry-”

“It’s to see if the water is salty enough, dumbass,” Lucas rolled his eyes as Dustin’s cheeks flushed.

“The salt increases the density of the water. So if the egg sinks, add more salt. Eleven needs to float.”

You were all silent as the girl blindly stepped into the pool with the help of Joyce and Hopper and as she laid down, you couldn’t help but watch as her — or rather, Nancy’s — peach-colored dress spread out around her, the fabric softly moving in the barely there ripples.

Almost immediately, the lights above flashed, flickering before going out completely. You watched with bated breath as Eleven slowed her breathing, her body relaxing as if she were no longer in the room. And, you guessed, she wasn’t.

The silence was deafening as you heard the girl mumble a name. Your eyes connected with Nancy’s across the pool and you willed yourself to not cry. She had found Barb.

The lights fluttered once more, and you could hear Eleven inhale deeply, as if whatever had seen her had shocked her. Or rather… scared her. Nancy tried to speak to the girl, but Eleven’s soft, wobbling voice told you everything you needed to know.

Gone.

As Eleven began to shout, the words echoing around the empty gymnasium, Joyce and Hopper grabbed her hands, the former’s reassuring coos settling the girl.

“Castle Byers…”

Eleven had done it. She had found Will, and he was alive even if just barely.

Somehow, the boy had found his old hideout in the Upside Down and managed to stay safe and if it wasn’t for the sound of his weakened voice on the radio, you might not have believed it.

After Joyce had cradled a weeping Eleven, she was eventually helped out of the pool and wrapped in a towel, the boys all crowding her on the bleachers like a band of protective brothers as she laid her head on Mike’s shoulder, exhausted.

Following Hopper outside, your words were wobbling at best, “Hop, you can’t go on your own.”

“You’re sure as shit not coming with me. Get back inside and stay with the others.”

“You don’t know what that place is like-”

“And you do?” He questioned, his tone leaving no space for niceties, and it was only once he saw your chin wobble that he realized what he’d said. His voice grew softer but remained desperate, “Listen, we can talk about all of this when I get back. But right now, I need to find Will.”

Less than a second later, Joyce and Jonathan burst through the door, the former already wearing her jacket. Squeezing his eyes closed, Hopper swore under his breath,

“He’s my son, Hop. My son. I’m going.”

You stood side by side with Jonathan, watching as the tires on Hopper’s truck screeched out of the parking lot, Joyce in the passenger seat. A cold, solid weight settled on your chest, threatening to cut your breathing off completely. You were almost certain you wouldn’t see either of them again.

“They’re going to get themselves killed,” you grumbled as you followed the eldest Byers sibling back through the door, “They’re going to walk into those woods with no idea of what’s out there. Not really.”

“They’re walking in there like bait,” a small voice said from the other side of the hallway, drawing your attention to her. Nancy sat with her knees tucked under her chin, back against the large mural dedicated to the Hawkins Tigers, and looking just as exasperated as the rest of you. “That thing is still in there, and we can’t just sit here and let it get them, too. We can’t.”

“Maybe we don’t have to,” you mumbled, brows knitting together as your eyes roamed over the painting of the tiger.

Nancy’s deep blue eyes watched you as you began to pace, the clogs in your brain working hard enough that she was almost certain smoke would soon steam out of your ears, “What do you mean?”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you eyed them — sat side by side — from the other side of the wall, “It’s dangerous and stupid, and I mean… Shit, it might not even work-”

Your name fell from Jonathan’s mouth, a desperate plea to stop second-guessing yourself and just tell him. To finally speak the words that were clawing their way up your throat, but Nancy remained silent, almost ready to agree to whatever dumbass plan you’d conjured up if it meant helping Joyce and Hopper and saving Will too.

This monster had taken Barb and for that, you both wanted revenge.

“Instead of going back out there, we lure it elsewhere. Somewhere far enough away from the woods that Hopper and Joyce have a shot at finding Will. We are the bait.”

Nodding, Nancy looked towards Jonathan, fully prepared to do this with, or without his help, “I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.”

Jonathan's dark stare flickered between you and Nancy, his usually stoic face now lined with certitude, “We’ve gotta go back to the station.”

“And what happens if you get caught? Hopper’s not exactly here to get you out of trouble.”

“I won’t get caught. Listen, it’ll be easy, alright? I’ll get the keys to Hopper’s office and you’ll get the supplies. We’ll be in and out in minutes.”

“What if you can’t get the keys?”

Rolling your eyes, you were already half out of Jonathan’s car, “There’s a reason they all know me by first name here. I’ll get them. Now, c’mon. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Despite sharing an unsure glance, the two followed, allowing you to enter the station first to distract the on-duty officer.

“Hey there, Paul.”

The man jumped, feet leaving the desk they were resting on as he sat up straight and spun around in his chair, and you had to try your best to stifle a laugh. Once it was apparent you weren’t the Chief coming in to do a nighttime check or worse, Flo coming in to berate him for not filing his paperwork correctly — he really didn’t care much for Robert’s tall tale about a small girl robbing the Best Buy, and all for Eggo waffles, none the less — his forehead creased, annoyed simply by your presence.

“Hop isn’t working tonight. If you-”

“I’m not here to see Hop,” you sighed, returning his glare, “I came by to give a witness statement”

Paul watched you for a moment, skepticism clear in his eyes before he seemingly caught on, “The Byers kid fight? Heard he caught Callahan pretty good. I’m surprised though, he doesn’t look like a fighter.”

Sending him a sarcastic grin, you made your way toward the desk, looking down at his radio, “Hey, I love this… channel.”

Cranking up the volume — only mildly put off that it was in fact playing a talk show rather than any actual music — the voices booming through the small speaker was enough to cause the officer to jolt in surprise, scrambling for the radio on one side of the desk as you grabbed the small key ring from the other side. Looking up, you saw Jonathan’s face as he hid around the corner and sent him a minute nod of the head before returning your attention to the man’s desk.

“Hey, what game are you playing?”

“Leave that alone!” Ditching the radio once the volume was returned to normal, he scrambled for his cards that you spread onto the desk, collecting them up quickly as you discreetly threw the keys through the small gap where Flo usually sat.

Once Jonathan and Nancy had silently crept past, you grabbed the discarded cigarette that the officer had ditched in an attempt to gather his cards — pocketing the man’s lighter — and inhaled deeply as he glared at you.

“Well, Paul. It’s been real. See you later.”

Bamboozled, the man watched as you trotted toward the exit, “Wait, I thought you were here to give a statement-”

Stopping to peer back through the same gap you’d thrown the keys through, you shrugged, “Yeah, I’ll come back tomorrow. I don’t wanna be a bother.”

Once outside, you peered through the window by the man’s desk, waiting for any sign of the others as you continued to puff on the stolen cigarette. A shock of brown hair caught your attention, and you quickly banged on the window, uncaring as to whether you would send the man into a second possible cardiac arrest of the evening.

“Goodnight, Paul. Don’t work too hard.”

The man returned your wave, albeit slower and much more dubiously, his actions slow as he watched you warily. But it had given enough of a distraction that Jonathan and Nancy were able to sneak out, a box of contraband in one set of arms, a fire extinguisher in another.

Nobody spoke until you were all in Jonathan’s Ford and far enough away from the police station to deem yourselves safe.

“How the hell did you know that would work?” Nancy questioned, turning in her seat to watch you with wide eyed.

“She got arrested a few years ago. Caught shoplifting at the 7/11 off Cornwallis.” Jonathan smirked, his dark eyes finding your glare in the rear-view mirror.

Scoffing, you folded your arms over your chest and turned your attention to the window, watching as the outside whizzed by, “I wasn’t arrested, I was escorted off the premises. And I wasn’t even shoplifting. That time, at least.”

Nancy’s mouth opened, gaping like a fish. Sure, she’d heard rumors… But Barb was always the first person to dispel them, waving off the gossip as if it was nothing more than fodder.

You’d been thirteen at the time — not much older than the kids that were currently situated at the middle school — and if you didn’t find something for dinner, then you wouldn’t be eating. And after already missing breakfast that morning, your stomach had been berating you all day.

But you weren’t lying. Technically, you hadn’t been stealing. At that exact moment, anyway.

Jonathan pulled into the driveway, killing the engine and hopping out of the vehicle. Time was of the essence, and if you wanted to keep Joyce and Hopper alive, you needed to set everything up quickly.

Placing a gas canister next to the box Jonathan had brought in, the three of you shared a look. You were really doing this. You were really going to try and lure that monster back out of the woods, or the wall, or wherever it was hiding now.

Nancy and Jonathan got started on screwing the bulbs back into the Christmas lights — the only real indicator you had that the monster was near — as you began to sort through the box.

Bear trap to one side, bullets to another, you grabbed the baseball bat that Nancy had brought and eyed it for a moment,

“Hey, Jonathan? Do you have any nails? A hammer, too?”

The boy stopped, colored light bulb in his palm as he stared at you, “For what?”

Standing, you threw the bat between your hands gently, “You ever watch that film, ‘Escape From New York?’ I have an idea…”

The gun had been loaded, the bear trap set and gasoline poured along the carpet, and you had finished hammering the nails into the baseball bat ala Snake Plissken style.

“Have you got the lighter?” Jonathan questioned, looking around the room at the mess you’d all made. God, was his mom gonna be pissed. The carpet was going to smell of gasoline for months. And that was if it didn’t set the whole house on fire.

Patting your pockets, you glared as you came up empty-handed, “It probably fell out in the car. I’ll be right back.”

Jonathan tossed you his keys before you slipped away. Despite being more than aware of Nancy’s relationship with Steve — even if that may, or may not be over right now — you couldn’t help but feel the palpable tension between Jonathan and the girl. And whilst you really didn’t care either way, you didn’t appreciate feeling like a third wheel between two people that you knew longer individually.

Leaning against the side of the car, you let out a long, wearied sigh. This week, hell, this day had felt like it had gone on forever. Only this morning you were curled up in your bed, trying to pretend that monsters weren’t real, and now here you were, preparing to fight one. Preparing to risk your life in an attempt to save Will’s, Hopper’s, and Joyce’s. Shrugging your jacket off and leaving it on the floor by your feet, you inexplicably felt too hot all of a sudden, uncaring of the chilly autumn air that blew through the surrounding trees and left a path of goosebumps along your exposed skin.

Running your hands over your face in an attempt to stop them from shaking, your peaceful few moments alone were interrupted by the sound of an engine way too smooth to belong to anyone you knew.

The car’s headlights blinded you momentarily, and even once the engine was killed you could only see brightly colored spots whenever you blinked.

Peering into the darkness once your vision had returned to normal, you couldn’t believe your eyes. “God, what the hell are you doing here, Harrington?”

The boy slammed his door shut, unfazed by the way the sound echoed into the darkness, or the way you flinched, eyes darting away from him and toward the treeline,

“Me? What am I… It doesn’t matter what I’m doing here. What are you doing here? Where’s Jonathan?”

Poking his chest with your finger, you glared up at him, “I swear to God, if you’re here for round two, I might just help him kick your ass this time.”

The boy held his hands up — a silent white flag — as he shook his head, ignoring your pressing finger, “I’m not, I swear. I just… Look, I really need to see Byers. You were right, I-”

“-Then come back in the morning. He’s busy.”

“With what?” His words came out a little too desperate as he watched you rip open Jonathan’s car door, hunting for the lighter.

Once you had fished it out from between the car seats, you quietly closed the door and began to make your way up the gravel drive, a sharp glare sent Steve’s way as he began to follow you,

“Listen, Harrington. He doesn’t want to see you. Not right now, at least. The best thing you can do is to go home.”

“But-”

“Go home, Steve,” you huffed, quickly ducking back inside the house and leaving the perplexed boy to contemplate your lame excuse.

Shutting the door behind you and sharing a look with Jonathan who had let you back in, you turned your attention toward Nancy, “We have a problem. Your boyfriends here.”

“What? No, he can’t be here right now.”

Handing the lighter to Jonathan, you moved further into the room, inspecting the damage, “Yeah, well… Hopefully he’s got enough sense to-”

A flurry of knocks interrupted your words, and you found yourself almost choking on the annoyance that was Steve Harrington. Considering you’d managed to spend the majority of your school career avoiding the guy and his meathead friends, this week had really made up for it. You’d do almost anything to go back a few weeks and avoid this whole situation altogether.

As Nancy made her way towards the door — something you weren’t sure was the best idea considering Jonathan and Steve’s earlier fight — you noticed the white bandage that was wrapped around Jonathan’s hand, the boy toying with a loose strand of the fabric.

Silently, you took his hand into yours, eyebrows pinched together. He shrugged, only half paying attention, almost too mindful of Steve’s pleas from the door, “Bait, remember?”

Steve had pushed his way past Nancy, stopping to look around the room. His eyes were wide, confusion evident on his face as his eyes darted between you and Jonathan, and the accumulation of weapons spread across the small coffee table.

“What is…What the…”

“You need to get out of here,” Jonathan pushed the boy backward, “Listen to me. I’m not asking.”

But Steve had begun his descent down the rabbit hole, his tunnel vision stopping him from listening to what the boy was saying, “What is that smell? Is that… Is that gasoline?”

“Steve, get out!” The click of Nancy’s revolver was enough to separate the boys, Jonathan backing up and almost knocking you over as you stared at the girl wide-eyed, much her like boyfriend currently was.

“Wait. What? What is going on?” He shouted, eyes darting between the three of you.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.”

“Nance-” you tried to intervene, eyes stuck on the gun in her grip. You might not have believed that Nancy would hurt Steve, at least, not until the whole cinema graffiti debacle.

“Okay, is this a joke? Stop. Put the gun down,” Steve’s hands were held out in front of him once more as his brain began to re-circuit. Nancy Wheeler, of all people, was holding a gun up to him. It was almost a shame he didn’t see that she was doing this for his safety, and instead, he panicked.

The lights above you flickered, and you finally managed to peel your eyes away from the weapon, despite the girl now counting down and Steve’s incessant begging, “Nancy…”

“Nancy, the lights!” Jonathan shouted, finally causing the girl to lower her gun as she spun on the spot, looking above at the flickering lights.

“It’s here.”

“Wait, what's here?” Steve blabbered, his mouth moving faster than his brain ever could as he tried to work out what the hell he’d walked into.

Jonathan picked up the bat as you all looked around, Steve continuing to ask questions that nobody could quite answer.

Jonathan and Nancy circled around each other, backs pressed together and eyes wide as you froze to the spot. Eyes drawing upward, you spotted the first crack in the ceiling, “Guys… Up there-”

Nancy began unloading the bullets into the hole, the same slimy substance that had coated you both after you’d crawled into the tree was now spreading along the ceiling of the Byers’ home, totally unaffected by the girl's shots.

Grabbing the girl around the waist, Jonathan easily maneuvered her out of the way, ushering her into the hallway as you followed her, hand gripping Joyce’s ax as the boy grabbed Steve by the hand to drag him along too.

Slamming the door to Will’s room shut, your heart felt like it was about to pound its way through your ribs by sheer force alone, and just for a second, you felt guilty for the shock you’d given Paul earlier at the Sheriff’s station.

Somehow, you could still hear Steve’s shouts over the monster’s screeching.

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan’s voice blended into one, and finally, the boy paid heed to some advice as the four of you turned toward the door, listening out for any sign of the monster creeping closer.

Its footsteps were loud along the hallway, and you couldn’t help but feel like a mouse, waiting inside its hole, being lulled into a false sense of security once you couldn’t hear the cat outside anymore.

Eyes focused on the small, yellow yo-yo, you waited with bated breath for it to move. That was part of the plan, after all.

Once the yo-yo moved, you’d light that motherfucker up. Except, the yo-yo didn’t move and instead, you were left with silence as the lights flickered once more before coming back on.

“Did you hear anything?” Nancy asked, lowering her gun slightly.

Flicking the lighter closed, Jonathan made his way closer to the door, “No…”

“It isn’t gone,” you whispered, eyes focused on the closed door in front of you, silently pleading for it to remain closed.

Jonathan turned to watch you carefully, his hand over the door handle, “The lights-”

“It’s not gone. It’s just…”

“Just what?” Nancy questioned, her gun finally pointing toward the floor.

Shaking your head, your eyes darted between the two, completely ignoring the way Steve worried his hands through his hair, “I don’t know, okay! It’s a predator, right? Nancy, in those woods, it wasn’t just trying to track us. It knew where we were… Where I was, the whole time. It’s not looking for us… It’s playing with its food.”

You all crept toward the living room, hands wrapped so tightly around your weapon that you felt the stretched skin across your knuckles ache, your sweaty palm holding onto the ax for dear life as you searched around the room.

Hearing the boy muttering to himself, you turned your attention toward Steve as the boy really lost it, rushing toward the landline, “This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy!”

Nancy ripped the Byers’ phone from Steve’s grip, throwing it to the floor as Steve swiveled toward her, chest heaving, “What are you do- What are you doing? Are you insane!”

“It’s going to come back, so you need to leave. Right now.”

As if the weight of the evening had finally hit him, Steve made his exit swiftly. Barely paying attention to the slamming of the door, you gripped the ax tighter and continued to look around, body straightening as the lights began to flicker, disorientating you before eventually turning off completely.

It was back.

A loud growl caused you to spin on the spot, the large creature stood tall behind Jonathan, yours and Nancy’s joint shouts of his name not quite preparing him for being knocked to the floor, the bat rolling out of his hand and away from you all as he tried his best to keep the creature's claws away from his sternum, the drool dripping over his face as he gasped for air.

Steve dashed toward his car, tripping over the gravel and fallen leaves and eventually dropping his car keys like some bad horror movie cliche. Unlocking his door, he turned to see the lights flash, the flickering Christmas lights felt much less cheerful than before.

His eyes fell to the floor as he leaned against his open door, looking for what had tripped him. And there, strewn across the driveway and half dragged by his own foot, was your abandoned jacket, a splatter of blood on the sleeve that he hadn’t noticed before.

He heard the gun go off, again and again, and Nancy’s voice sounded so distant as if his head was being held underwater and despite being close in vicinity, he was unable to understand her, the blood in his ears crashing in waves too loudly to distinguish any actual words.

And then he heard it. A bloodcurdling, gut-wrenching scream.

And he was off.

“Jonathan!” You yelled, panting as you watched Nancy unload bullet after bullet into the monster, finally casting its attention away from the downed boy and toward her.

Your body felt too heavy as if your bones had been replaced with steel rods, your feet dipped in cement, gluing you to the spot.

It felt like an out-of-body experience. Like you were witnessing everything that was happening, but you weren’t really in the room. Mouth agape and eyes like saucers, you watched as the bullets barely slowed the thing down.

It wasn’t until you heard the dejected, empty click of the gun’s barrel that you were finally able to unstick yourself. Your body moved before your brain had realized, arms pulling back as you swung with all of your might, the ax colliding with the monster's back and lodging into it, tearing the skin as its blood oozed, a loud, horrific screech falling from the mouth of the monster as it turned, swiping you away as if you were nothing more than a fly, buzzing around him on a warm summer’s eve.

A sharp scream pierced your ears, the sound physically hurting you and it took a moment to realize that the scream had fallen from your lips. Colliding with the wall on the other side of the room, the wind knocked out of you was the least of your problems.

The monster hovered over you, and despite not having eyes, it felt like it could see right into your own. Lifting a large, clawed arm, the monster released a horrendous roar, only to be stopped mid-swing as a bat swung into the back of its head, knocking it off balance as it collapsed to the floor, briefly stunned.

The flashing lights mixed with the pounding of your head, leaving you to barely keep up with the scene in front of you.

The nailed bat swung again and again, the sickening sound etched in your memory as it connected with skin. It twisted in the boy’s hand before he released another strong swing that knocked it backward and into the bear trap.

You wondered if Steve had ever been on the school’s baseball team.

Nancy pulled you up and into the safety of the hallway, alerting Jonathan to throw the lighter down, watching as the monster went up in a blaze of glory. Once the fire was out, Nancy assisted you back toward the living room, watching as the lights flickered, following it outside.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy asked, brows pulled together as she left you leaning on the door frame.

Jonathan’s words barely registered in your mind as you hunched over, the pain wracking your body. A clammy hand gripped the door frame as you tried to suck in a deep breath, seemingly coming up short every time, the pain that was encompassing you, forcing it right back out in small gasps.

You felt woozy, as if your body was filled with jello instead of actual muscle and bones and it felt consistently harder to keep your eyes from fluttering shut.

“Holy shit, is she okay?”

Glancing toward you, Nancy did a double take as she saw you wobble, one arm held tight against your abdomen, and it was then that she saw it.

“We need to get her to a hospital-”

Nancy’s words died on the tip of her tongue as she lunged forward in an attempt to stop your body from hitting the hard wooden porch as your legs gave out. Jonathan quickly assisted, taking you from her and lowering you slowly, letting you rest against the wall, “Hey, listen, I just… I need to see it. I need to see how bad it is.”

Tears fell from your eyes as Jonathan sucked in a sharp breath, his dark eyes tinged red as he tried to force back his own tears. The blood had stained your bare forearm, cascading down, the beginnings of a puddle gathering on the floor, the waistband of your jeans soaked a few shades darker, and your top left with three large gashes that had cut into your abdomen.

You tried to tell him that it wasn’t a big deal, that despite your crying, there was absolutely no need for him to be. He wasn’t the one led in a pool of their own blood, favorite jeans ruined and only fit for the trash. But as the adrenaline depleted from your veins, you could barely utter a word, a pained gasp released in their place. The voices around you felt too far away like you were slowly slipping from Jonathan’s grasp, your body still there, but your mind… your soul no longer fully present.

The pain had slowly ebbed away, and despite the strong hand now holding down what seemed to be a couch cushion to your abdomen, you felt only numbness. You just felt so tired, as if the week-long sleep deprivation was finally catching up on you, nipping at your heels and threatening to pull you under, to drown you in it.

You were cold… so cold, and it took you a moment to remember your forsaken jacket left outside on the driveway, the blood from the agent hunting Eleven earlier in the day still splattered across the sleeve. Was this how he felt as he laid in a pool of his own blood, head caved in from the metal pole that you’d held in a death grip? Did he know he was dying, or was he just… gone?

Did she feel this way?

Maybe that’s the way life went. Karma was supposed to be a bitch, right? Or maybe, this was just how it worked.

You violently take a life, then you violently give a life.

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x you #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Little Sister

Request: hi! i saw in your bio that your requests are open, so i just want to ask for a sarah cameron with a child!sister!reader? maybe where she takes her sister to meet the pogues? (and maybe with non-canon camerons?) it’s okay if you can’t write this, but thank you so much either way! hope you have a good day/night!

Sarah Cameron x sister!reader

Summary: Sarah introduces her youngest sister to the pogues.

Warnings: really none

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Sarah was Y/N's favorite. Being her older sister by ten years, everybody thought their relationship wouldn't be that strong. But with Sarah always offering to babysitting and loving her baby sister, they quickly grew closer. She was the nicest one when Y/N was a toddler.

Rafe isn't the biggest baby person and was always out with friends, and Wheezie would get jealous of all the attention transferring to the new youngest child.

Since Sarah has been hanging out with the pogues and started dating John B, Y/N has seen Sarah less and less making her sad. Sarah noticed it and spent a few days with her and her only before offering to introduce Y/N to the pogues.

The two are in Sarah's car, Y/N sat in the backseat in her booster. Ever since Sarah got her license a few months ago, driving is Y/N's favorite thing to do with her sister. Even though she wishes she could sit in the front seat, but her family always say she isn't big enough yet.

"What if they don't like me?" Y/N voices her concern.

"What?! Are you kidding me? They're gonna love you." Sarah assures.

"Are you positive?" Y/N asks.

"Beyond positive. You're so sweet and cute, how could they not?" Sarah says, glancing at her sister in the rearview mirror. Soon enough -- and maybe a little too soon for Y/n's liking -- Sarah pulls up to the chateau.

Sarah turns the car off and climbs out, opening the back door for her little sister. Y/N gives her an uncertain look.

"It'll be okay. I promise. I'll be right there the whole time." Sarah assures.

Y/N hesitates, but unbuckles herself before climbing out of the car. Sarah shuts the door and holds her hand out to Y/N who takes it, the two beginning to walk to the house.

"Ah, the princess is here!" JJ announces.

"Hi, JJ." Sarah lightly rolls her eyes.

"And she has another princess." JJ points out as the two Camerons walk onto the porch.

"Hey, babe." John B greets, giving Sarah's lips a quick peck, which makes Y/N grimace in disgust.

"Okay, guys... this is my little sister, Y/N. Y/N/N, you know John B and you remember Kie." Sarah points out and Y/N gives them small smiles.

"Hey, Y/N." John B ruffles her hair.

"Hi." She tells him.

"Hi, Y/N." Kie kindly smiles at her, receiving a small smile in return.

"And that's JJ and Pope." Sarah introduces, pointing to each boy as she says their names.

"Hi." Pope waves.

"Sup, tiny princess." JJ does a salute.

Y/N shyly waves at them, pressing herself to Sarah's side, hiding behind her big sister.

The pogues start talking about their plans, all deciding to go out on the boat. Sarah quickly grabs her and Y/N's stuff from the car, getting the girl's life jacket and some water bottles and juice boxes, knowing the others are probably only going to pack beers.

Sarah puts their drinks in the cooler and they all pile onto the boat.

"Want me to lift you in?" John B asks Y/N. She considers before nodding. John B puts his hands under her arms and lifts her into the boat, setting her on the floor.

"C'mere, Y/N." Sarah calls, sitting on the floor as her sister walks over to her. Sarah helps Y/N take her shirt and shorts off, leaving her in her bathing suit. Sarah holds the life jacket up and Y/N puts it on.

Sarah buckles the straps and tightens them.

"Too tight?" Sarah asks and Y/N shakes her head. "It feels good? Secure?"

"Uh-huh." Y/N nods.

"Okay." Sarah smiles, ruffling her sister's hair.

"Little one good?" John B asks, turning the boat on.

"Yep." Sarah nods.

"Everybody else good?" He asks, receiving confirmations from the others so he drives off.

They anchored the boat down in the marsh, all sitting around and hanging out. Sarah is cuddled into John B's side, the two sharing a quiet conversation.

Y/N sits next to Kie, fiddling with her fingers nervously, Pope sitting on the other side of Kie, the two talking about the earth and pollution.

JJ glances at the nervous child and steps closer, holding his beer bottle out to her, and she sends him a questioning look.

"You want some beer?" He asks.

"JJ!" The four other teens exclaim.

"What?" He asks.

"She's six!" Sarah exclaims.

"Well, I don't know. What am I supposed to do with her?" JJ asks.

"Talk to her, idiot." John B says.

"I was. I was offering her beer." JJ retorts making his friends all roll their eyes.

"There's juice boxes in the cooler." Sarah informs.

"This is a juice box." JJ holds the beer bottle up.

"Legal juice boxes." Sarah states.

"Do you want a legal juice box?" JJ asks Y/N who has a small and amused smile on her face.

"Yes, please." She quietly says, a small giggle managing to escape her.

"Man, got a six year old laughing at me now." JJ grumbles, going to the cooler to retrieve a juice box for her.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl

#sarah cameron #sarah cameron x sister reader #sarah cameron x sister!reader #jj maybank #john b #john b routledge #kie carrera #pope heyward #obx #outer banks

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elizabethsaige · 2 years

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friends helping friends

Steve Harrington x Platonic!Reader, Robin Buckley x Reader

Word Count: 2425

Warnings: homophobia implied (time centric)

A/N: steve and eddie are canon in this, i just needed it after volume 2 :’( also, i just love steve and feel like he's such a redeemable person, i wanna expand on the friendship of reader and steve as much as the relationship of reader and robin

i will be probably making this into a series but i wanted to get the beginning out before i lose motivation

*gif not mine

Family Video was unusually slow on this particular day. No one but the usual few customers have come in and out of the store, browsing the isles filled with basically any movie they could think of. You and Steve were on the schedule for the day. Usually, Robin would have been here but she wasn’t feeling that great so you decided to cover her shift.

Although you just started at Family Video a few weeks ago, you and Steve have gotten to spend a lot of time together. You even considered him one of, if not your best friend, which would not have been the case a few years ago. Luckily for you, he had graduated from his douchebag days and now he was an alright guy.

You’d known Steve since you were about 8 or 9 years old. Back then, you were best friends and never figured you’d be anything less. But around middle school, Steve climbed the social ladder and became popular, leaving you in the dust with all of the other “losers”, as he called them. Then around freshman year, you were unfortunately the subject of Steve, Tommy, and Carol’s bullying. Tommy and Carol, of course, did most of the work, but Steve did his fair share. The Steve you once knew was no more, instead he was someone you didn’t even recognize.

You knew his home situation, how his dad was an asshole through and through. Steve always promised himself that he’d never become like him, but assholery apparently ran in the family.

While he could be a total jerk, Steve really was just angry and the only way he knew how to take it out was on others. Eventually, he was broken up with by Nancy Wheeler and realized he couldn’t be the same person anymore. So, he dumped Tommy and Carol and found a few new good friends, ones that helped him work through his anger and realize he didn’t have to be like his dad anymore.

Soon after that, during junior year, Steve showed up on your front porch with flowers. The gift came with a hefty apology, saying how much he hated himself for being so cruel to you and how you didn’t deserve any of it.

“Steve, what are you doing here?”

“I need to apologize to you, Y/N. I was an asshole to you for the past few years and you don’t have to forgive me, but I need you to know that I regret it more than anything. You were my best friend and I ruined that and I’m so so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

“Come inside, let’s talk.”

Eventually you forgave him, understanding what peer pressure and a dominating father can do to a person. He had grown and done a lot of thinking, but you still checked him any time he accidentally slipped up and said anything mean. You too had grown and learned to stand up for yourself and other people.

The two of you hung out all the time. Well, when he wasn’t with Robin. Steve made friends with Robin Buckley, who was a “loser” like you, according to the old Steve. But once she and Steve began working together, they were inseparable.

You didn’t really know Robin all that well. You knew she was smart and funny, and pretty, but that’s all you really knew about the girl. Steve tried to get her to hang out with you guys all the time, but Robin would always make up some lame excuse, like having to give her cat a bath. You weren’t even sure she had a cat, but if she did, that was one poor animal, considering how many times Robin had to bathe it.

Truthfully, you figured she didn’t really like you. The few times you did hang out with her were mostly during work, and even then, she’d barely talk to you. She was always a stuttering mess, messing up her words and blushing like crazy before eventually giving up and shutting her mouth for the rest of the shift.

And it didn’t matter how many times you asked her questions or tried to get to know her, it was always the same short answers or words that weren’t actual words. Steve would always say, “Oh, don’t mind Robin. She’s just nervous around pretty girls” to which you would roll your eyes and brush it off.

But again, he did know her better than you, not that you didn’t want to be friends with her. She just didn’t give you the chance.

“Y/N, pass me that tape,” Steve said, reaching his hand to the copy of The Breakfast Club sitting on the counter beside you. You grabbed the tape and lightly tossed it to him, causing him to fumble and drop the movie.

A cackle came out of your mouth before you called him an idiot. “Thank you for that.”

“Oh it was my pleasure, really,” you replied, leaning your back against the counter. Slow days were your favorites because you got to chat with coworkers and watch movies all day long. But this one just seemed to drag by.

Steve came around the counter and took a seat on top of it, his leg hitting your arm. “I forgot to mention, Eddie and I are going to a movie tomorrow, you should come.”

Looking up at him, you rolled your eyes and looked back at the TV screen. “What, so I can be your third wheel? No, thank you.”

“It’s not a third wheel if we’re not dating, Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Steve was obviously in denial about his feelings for Eddie Munson. I guess it makes sense though, no one in town would approve of two guys getting together, especially not Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. From the outside, those two were nothing alike. But little did anyone know, they had a lot more in common than what meets the eye.

“And how many times do I have to tell you that he’s into you? I mean, if the heart eyes weren’t an obvious giveaway, he also calls you baby girl,” you teased, making Steve look away with a blush and sputter out a quiet “whatever”.

A few teens came running into the stop, making a B-line to the copies of Sixteen Candles, before running to the counter to get them checked out.

“I think you should go for it, Steve. I mean, what do you have to lose?”

A shush came from the boy, warning you to lower your voice so the customers wouldn’t catch on.

The minute they left, you turned back around to face Steve who had his head down. “You of all people know what I have to lose. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it, but c’mon. Let’s be real,” he explained while sorting stacks of movies.

Of course you knew what he meant. Hawkins wouldn’t be Hawkins without the homophobic people that resided in it. It was definitely unfortunate that people couldn’t see past their hatred, but you were used to it. You knew that sometimes it just wasn’t worth it to try and prove to other people who were ignorant that you deserved rights just like them.

You nodded slowly, sad for your friend. “I get it, Steve. It’s scary to put yourself out there, but believe me when I say this, it’s so worth it. But I’ll leave it alone if you really want me to.”

“It’s okay, I know you’re just looking out for me. I’ll figure it out some day, but for now, are you coming with us or not? You could bring someone if you want!”

A puzzling look appeared on your face. “And who exactly would I bring? I don’t really have a long list of girls throwing themselves at me”

Steve looked your way and flashed you a knowing smiled. “Bring Robin.”

You scrunched your face in confusion. “Why would I do that? She doesn’t even like me,” you said, questioning your friend’s idea.

Steve let out a laugh before crossing his arms across his chest. “She tell you that?”

“Not directly, but she never talks to me and when she does, it’s always the shortest responses. And she never wants to hang out with me. Believe me, she doesn’t like me. I just..don’t know what I did.”

An even louder laugh came from Steve as he walked over to the horror movie aisle to finish putting away scattered movies. “Okay, well not that you heard this from me, but she definitely doesn’t hate you. Like I told you, she gets nervous around pretty girls.”

Still confused, you rounded the counter and joined him, not to help with the movies, but to question him further. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”

“Are you really that dense, Y/N? She likes you,” Steve said, clearly annoyed that you didn’t connect the dots.

You shook your head, still not believing it. “I - what? No, there’s no way, she doesn’t even speak to me.”

Without turning his head, Steve side-eyed you, looking at the confused expression that he caused. The crease on your forehead was giving him a good laugh, he really thought you knew.

“Well, she speaks of you, a lot. Like 80% of the time, you’re the topic of conversation, it’s getting kind of old honestly, so if you could do me a favor and just ask her out already, that would be great,” Steven finished the conversation before heading behind and through the door to the back room, leaving you standing there like an idiot.

It’s not like you haven’t thought about it before. I mean, Robin is super pretty and like the only out lesbian in your town that you knew of, so the thought has crossed your mind once or twice. But knowing now that she liked you opened up a whole new door of possibilities. Ones you didn’t even know could become a reality for you.

After work, Steve dropped you off at your house since you weren’t planning on needing the car you shared with your brother.

The car pulled up your driveway and came to a stop. “Thanks for the ride.”

Steve nodded a silent “you’re welcome” to you before you opened the door to get out. Once you were out of the car and shut the door, you heard the window roll down and Steve’s voice to get your attention.

“Hey, I was serious about asking Robin out. She really likes you, and I want you to be happy too. Listen to your own advice, what do you have to lose?” He was right, but before you could say anything, he rolled up his window. With that, he backed out of the driveway, but waited at the bottom until you got inside your house.

You replayed his words through your head as you made your way inside and to your room, stopping by the kitchen to say hello to your mom and dad, who were cleaning up from dinner. Your dad let you know there was a plate for you in the microwave, to which you thanked them and said you’d eat in a little bit.

As you entered your bedroom, you flipped the light switch on, illuminating your dark bedroom. Setting your things down on the floor, you sat down on your bed and reached for your landline phone that was on the nightstand.

The perks of having a job is that your parents let you have a landline in your bedroom, as they knew how much you worked and wanted to reward you.

Your shaking hands grabbed your notebook and flipped to the page filled with all of your friend’s phone numbers, your finger sliding down the page until you found Robin’s.

A deep sigh in and out came from you as you contemplated not giving the girl a call.

“She really likes you, and I want you to be happy too.”

Steve really was right, what did you have to lose?

You dialed her number and waited as the phone rang on the line. Every ring was agonizing, you getting more nervous the longer you had to wait.

Finally, the line clicked as someone picked up the phone. “Buckley household, what can I do for you?”

A smile came to your face as you heard the raspy voice of the girl you were trying to reach.

“Robin! Hi, it’s Y/N!”

“Y/N? Hey, what’s up? I mean, how are you?”

You chuckled, clutching the cord of the phone and sitting back against your pillows. “I’m good, I just wanted to ask you something, if that’s okay?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Robin said, you could tell by her voice that she was nervous.

“So, Steve, Eddie, and I are going to the movies on Friday. Would you want to come with me so I don’t have to be their awkward third wheel?”

The silence on the other end of the line made you sweat, worrying that you said something wrong. “Robin, are you there?”

“Yes! Yes, sorry, I’m still here, I just had to make sure I heard you right.”

Nodding to yourself, you sat up and hugged your knees, resting your chin on top of them. Your thumb came to your mouth as you chewed on the finger nail nervously.

“So, what do you say?”

“Absolutely, I - I’d love to! But, is this like a date?”

“I’d like it to be, yeah.” You could hear her smiling on the other end, if that is even possible. You yourself were cautiously grinning, hoping she’d want it to be a date too.

“Really? I mean, yes, I’d love to go with you!” Your cheeks rose as your smile got wider, amused by her enthusiasm.

“Cool, then it’s a date. I’ll pick you up at 6,” you said confidently, standing up from your bed.

“Rad,” was all she said before hanging up. You smiled to yourself as you put the phone back on the nightstand.

Hearing how cute she sounded on the phone and how excited she seemed made you feel giddy, like a little kid who just asked their crush out for the first time.

An excited feeling bubbled in your stomach as you looked at yourself in your mirror, surprised at the deep blush that had crept up on your cheeks. I made you feel silly, but also really happy.

God, wait until Steve hears about this.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfics #robin buckley x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington fanfics #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 2

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marzipanandminutiae · 1 year

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Who's Rosemary? I wanna hear about that OC!

I mean, hey, give me half an excuse...

Rosemary is the youngest child of Beatrice Sharpe's youngest sister (Beatrice being, canonically, the oldest of Several). She's eight years old in 1902, and her parents and three older brothers died tragically a few weeks ago when an unknown party poisoned their soup. Rosemary, having been sent to bed without supper, was spared- something the old aunt who looked after her during the inquiry proclaimed an absolute miracle.

("First poor Beatrice's youngest, and now you. That's a nephew and a niece I've seen through foul murder. If ever a family were marked for tragedy...") (Poor Beatrice's eldest does not rate a mention.)

But she must have a more permanent home, with someone younger and stronger who can care for a child. How kind of her grown-up cousins to take her into their grand country-house sight unseen! They wrote, you see. She's just misplaced the letter.

Upon her arrival at the front steps of Allerdale Hall, after barely a moment's pause, her cousin Lucille thanks the constable for seeing her here safely and ushers her inside. She doesn't yet know that no child with tattered clothes and fading bruises would have been turned away, even without the letter from their mother to hers that she's clutching like a protective talisman.

The tall man, she guesses must be cousin Thomas. An explanation of the little blonde lady will have to wait, as she's bustled upstairs for a hot bath and something more substantial to wear. Little girls can recieve proper introductions- and explain the murder they absolutely committed, no doubt in any of the Sharpes' minds -once they're wrapped in a warm dressing-gown with a nice bracing cup of tea.

other tidbits about her include:

Rosemary was not her name Before. she chose it herself. her three parents do not know or want to know what her birth family called her, and they picked a middle name for her at her request (Diana)

she falls in love with clockwork and Making Things, becoming Thomas' extremely eager workshop assistant. all her parents, of course, lavish her somewhat haphazard creations with praise. or, you know, as close as Lucille comes to any emotive display that could be called "lavishing"

Lucille is actually the best at the practical realities of child-rearing, of the three adults. after all, she's the only one with experience- even if she was a child herself at the time

left alone with a child, Thomas would be the babysitter kids love and parents hate, who lets them stay up until midnight and eat ice cream for dinner because saying "no" is hard and they're just so cute! Edith is very Oh God How Parent? at first- she expected children, but in the nebulous Future, not right now -but realizing kids are just Small Inexperienced People helps considerably

would the Sharpes be good parents to a normal child, beyond the basic Keep Kid Alive practicalities? probably not. but Rosemary wouldn't get on too well with normal parents, either. so while things aren't perfect, it evens out

Rosemary Loves Dante (the dog, who is NOT dead). Dante Loves Rosemary. this is adorable. you agree.

tl;dr- Crimson Peak OT3 kidfic, ft. the Sharpe siblings' distant cousin who pulled a Merricat on her abusive family. I may never formally write her into a story, but I love to Rotate her (as my friends can attest)

#ask #anon #OC #fanfic #kidfic #child abuse mention #people definitely don't come to this fandom for that sort of content which makes me less likely to write her for real #but I love her so much #I love that she represents a chance for characters to be the saviors they needed as children but never had #I love her for herself- tiny nerd murderess slowly learning how to be A Child and feel safe and loved

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princelylove · 4 months

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I don't see many people talking about this but your opinion in gender bender characters?

I'm just thinking about my favorite yandere boys suddenly turn into girl or how they act different when they are girl. If they are girl, surely they will take the advantages to being closer and have more intimate moments, like bathing together, changing clothes and trying out each other clothes, you know girl stuffs. I think they will be more understandable and gentle, maybe even more charming when they're boy.

For yandere girl turn into boy, I haven't thoughts about it much but I think they will be more protective?

Feel free to ramble about any characters you want prince :)

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I LOVE gender swaps. They’re so fun, request as many of these as you'd like. You get to play with their fashion, their hair, their demeanor, it’s great. I think I played too many fashion games as a child. I didn’t forget about your other request anon, it’s just taking a little while to cook. I don’t normally take gender specific asks, but I’ll allow it as a treat for 🏵️ anon. ♡

For me, swapping gender needs to still keep the core of the character. Although I don’t think genderswapping is going to make a non-protective yandere suddenly protective just because they’re male, it does affect how many limits they can push. Let’s take Jotaro, for example.

Jotaro is still tall, and broad. Absolutely no changes to her canon outfit, this girl only wears pants. She’ll wear a skirt if her mother asked her to for an event, but not if her darling asked. She may be utterly obsessed with you, but she’s not going to change her sense of style- you might have to change, though. Jotaro tends to prefer her darling in frilly, cutesy clothes. Also, let it be known, masc Jotaro has no issue bathing with you. Jotaro’s grateful that there’s a lack of weird looks when she bodyblocks you in the locker room before gym, but she hates that people assume you’re just friends because “girl friendships are just like that.” How much more clear can she be? She’s always with you. Jotaro insists on touching you when you’re “hanging out” together, she’ll wrap her arm around her darling even when it’s really inconvenient. She’s not really girly in the slightest- she doesn’t care about fashion, never wears makeup, only owns sports bras, but she gets really into it when she realizes she can control what her darling wears if she just keeps giving you gifts pre kidnapping. Imagining her in a lingerie store overstimulated because why are there so many types of stupid bras? She fails to realize that gifting your friends underwear is weird, but at least it’s high quality. Jotaro’s still creepy- maybe even more so, but I’d argue she is more protective in a feminine form, as hard as that is to believe. She bodyblocks you in the locker room so no one else can see you, pulls your uniform’s skirt down and regularly ‘suggests’ you start wearing safety shorts underneath them or tights (if she doesn’t just buy them for you, pull you aside, and put them on you), she pays a lot more attention to your chest now that she’s consciously aware that they’re there. Why don’t you button your uniform up more? It’s cold out. And there’s perverts out. Not that she’d voice the second part. She'll let you borrow her jacket, sure, but she's not interested in borrowing clothes- they wouldn't fit her, anyway.

#🏵️ anon #yandere jotaro kujo #request granted

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romanarose · 2 years

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Leather and Lace: Chapter 3

Santiago Garcia X Fem! OC

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While on the mission, Pope and the guys find a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. Through a few unforeseen circumstances, the girl and Pope get separated from Will, Frankie and Benny and have to find their way back in the woods. She doesn’t talk, is malnourished and traumatized, and Pope has the instinct to protect her at all costs.

WARNINGS!!!: for whole fic there’s gonna be violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, ptsd, sexual trauma (past), physical trauma, gunshots, eventual smut!! Don’t read just for the smut tho cuz it’s not smut focused.

For this chapter, EXTRA on the SA stuff, mentions of rape and sex trafficking, men being shitty, victim blaming, racism. Canon typical violence.

Will is kinda being an ass in this but he'll get better I promise.

We're going to start on the airplane as Santiago and Benny are leaving Mexico, the scenes in italics are flashbacks to Santi staying with Laci for as long as possible. Any words of dialoge in ' ' are Santi reading what Laci is saying through her facial expressions. For the sake of the story, assume he's correct. Santi is a reliable naroator.

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Santiago Garcia walked down the aisle of the airplane, carrying Benny’s bags for him as the younger man was still recovering. A tinge of guilt shot through him. He knew, logically, that it wasn’t his fault, but Will's words still cut through him.

“Benny, what the fuck hap-” Santi started, but was almost nocked over by a near-tackle of a hug. Unlike his older brother, Benjamin Miller would hug anyone, anytime, so this wasn’t unusual, but the ferocity of the hug was. “Jesus Ben, your shoulder, be careful”

Ben pulled away and smacked Santi, tears in his eyes that Santi and the others dared not bring up. Benny had taken Tom’s death the hardest. They all had been traumatized by the incident, to be sure; Santi’s own mind had wandered during him and Laci’s journey to Frankie, Ben or Will’s head’s being shot through like Tom’s. But Ben? Ben was depressed for months, and it was apparent now that Benny hadn’t been taking Santi’s unexpected absence well. Will latter told Santiago that Ben had multiple panic attacks the nearly 30 hours they were gone. When Benny hit Santi’s shoulder again, calling him an asshole, Laci jumped, drawing Benny’s attention. “Oh, hey Laci.” He smiled at her so casually, as if it hadn’t been apparent he had been crying. “Come in guys.”

Laci hesitated, but Santi ushered her in, whispering. “It’s okay, you’re safe here, trust me.” He didn’t know how much his word was good for, but he wanted her to know she was as safe with them as she was with him. She seemed comfortable around Ben, at least.

Before Santiago had a chance to ask what happened to Benny, and what happened to the drug lord they were after, Benny was walking to Laci with clothes and a towel. “Here” He handed them to her and pointed to the only other room. “You can shower, or take a bath, I’m sure you’re probably soar.”

When Laci raised an eyebrow at him, holding the clothes, Santi translated her facial expression. “She’s asking about the clothes.”

“Oh! Those are mine, but don’t worry, they are clean, and we’ll get you new clothes tomorrow when everything opens.” Benny clarified. “You can use the shampoo and soap that’s in there.”

Santi didn’t miss the look Francisco and Will shared.

Laci looked at Santi nervously. He walked over to her, gently guiding her to the bathroom. “It’s okay, Lace” He opened the door, showing her the inside lock. “You can lock the door, see?”

She dotted her eyes to Benny, then back to Santi, raising them questioningly. ‘He can pick locks’ she communicated.

Santi looked over at his friends who were all watching him, giving them a glare. They all turned away, pretending to suddenly be very interested in a picture on the wall or the blanket. He fought the urge to touch her as he turned, trusting that she’d turn with him. She did. Right now, she’d follow wherever he went. He spoke quietly, the door providing a semblance of privacy, despite being open. “Lace, do you trust me? Even a little?”

Laci paused to consider this. Her trust was proven to not mean much, but nonetheless, she did. She held up her thumb and pointer finger. ‘A little’ A beat, and then expanded the space between her fingers. ‘A little more’

Santi smiled softly at this, not only knowing her trust in him was growing, but that they were able to communicate with each other. Huddled in their little space, he made his promise to her. “Those guys are some of the best men I know. You are just ask safe with them as you are with me. I know…” He considered his next words carefully, eyes dodging away from her for a moment. “I know you’ve been hurt by men, and I know being in a room full of men with guns is probably terrifying, but I promise to you, you are safe now. We’re here, and I won’t leave you until I know you’re in good hands. But for tonight, get cleaned off, relax. We’ll work on the rest tomorrow. Is that okay?”

Laci considered his words, still looking uncertain. She stood up on her toes to whisper in his ear. “Stay outside the door?”

He smiled. It was something. “Of course.”

She nodded, eyes catching a glimpse at Frankie, who was less than subtly watching her, before going to the shower and locking the door behind her. Pope turned around to see his three friends staring at him. “You guys gonna tell me what the fuck happened to Benny?”

They stood in silence until the water of the shower started.

Will went first. “Jesus Christ Santi, this is what we meant! This is why we didn’t-”

“Didn’t what? Didn’t want me to get her out of there?” Santi accursed

“No! What kind of guy do you think I am?” Will was indigent at the suggestion.

“Then what exactly did I do wrong?”

Fish jumped in. “You got side tracked, you let the man we were after escape the house, you’re lucky we were able to get him!”

He couldn’t help it, Santi’s face broke into a smile. “You got him?”

“Yes, Pope, we had to shoot him.” Fish crossed his arms.

Will stepped forward accusingly at Santi “And if you had been with us to help, maybe he’d be alive, giving us information on the others, and maybe Benny wouldn’t have his shoulder blasted!”

Santiago stepped up to Will, despite the height difference, challenging. “Are you blaming me for that?”

“Yes!”

“We got shot at, Will, I was right and someone was still in the house, asshole!” Pope could still feel the glass in his hair from the window shattering

“Hey!” Fish stepped between the two men, knowing full well they weren’t actually going to fight, but not wanting the tension.

“Will you guys stop?” Benny sounded uncharacteristically irritated. Gunshot wounds will do that. “I got shot because someone shot me.” The blonde boy looks back and forth between the two, landing on his brother. “And Santi was right, if he left with Fish, the girl would either be dead or off with someone else who was going to rape her.”

Will pinched the bridge of his nose. “You guys are making me look like an asshole here, I’m not saying we should have left her for good, but we could've come back!”

“Will” Fish interjected. “Go take a walk outside, you need to cool off.”

“I’m fine” Will insisted, not finely.

“Go, Ironhead.”

With another glare to Santi, Will stormed outside.

Fish turned back to Pope. “His brother got shot, Santi. He's gonna be pissy for a while.” Benny scoffed “He did this when Tom died. Blamed me for it.” He muttered, looking elsewhere.

“That wasn’t your fault, Ben,” Santi reassured.

“And me getting shot isn’t yours. You did the right thing. We have a responsibility to her.” The shower water stopped.

“What happened when you got back to the house?” Santi asked.

“We saw the bullet hole in the glass from the outside and were able to kill the target pretty quickly, they weren’t expecting anyone to return” Frankie explained. We waited for you for a bit, tried finding you on the bikes, but by nightfall we decided to just come back here.”

Santi nodded, his thoughts drifting to Laci again. What was next for her?

“She still not talking?” Ben asked.

He shook his head. “Not really. I got a few sentences out, but that’s about it.”

“She seems to have taken a liking to you.” Fish comments.

“She’s starting to” Santi sighs out, wishing they had made more progress by now.

“Santiago… You know…” Fish hesitated.

“C’mon man, say it.”

“You gotta let her go at some point. We take her to the embassy tomorrow and they’ll handle things, okay? Don’t… don’t be getting attached.”

Santi turned his head to where Benny scoffed and was smirking. “Got something to say Ben?” He challenged playfully. He couldn’t find it in him to be annoyed with Ben, not when he was so glad he was okay.”

“Santi” Ben laughs out. “You get attached to a woman you sit next to on a bus. I think that ship sailed."

They all stop as lacy exits the bathroom in the white long sleeve and gray sweats Benny had given her.

Santi approached her nervous form, her eyes darting around the room, noticing Will was gone. “Can I check your head?” She nodded. It was healing fine, at least. Benny came over with the first aid, handing triple antibiotic cream to Santi who carefully put it on the cut in her hairline.

The hotel had two queen sized beds and a couch, without Will there, Santi said he’d sleep on the floor, Will and Ben could take one bed and Fish would take the couch, leaving Laci with the other bed. When Santi showered, he had to keep the door cracked, allowing Laci to sit just outside and she kept an eye on the feet of the two men in the room. So far, she wouldn’t intentionally make eye contact with Fish. As Santi stepped out in clean clothes, Frankie introduced himself.

“I’m Franciso, I’m sorry I havn’t introduced myself yet.” He hesitantly stepped towards her, offering his hand. She didn’t look at him, but a small smile appeared on her face as she shook his hand.

Just then, Will came through the door, his hulking and irritated figure causing Laci to rip her hand out of Frankies grasp as she slipped behind Santi again. Frankie shot Will a glare, he was being a dick, and he knew it. Will simply rolled his eyes.

When they were settling in for bed, Laci was clearly not laying down.

Santi walked over to her, careful not to sit on the bed and make her nervous. “You’re not going to sleep, are you.” The blonde girl beckoned him closer, and he dared climb on the bed.

She whispered quietly enough he could barely hear, nonetheless the guys. “Can we push the bed against the wall?”

Santi nodded, both of them climbing off. “Fish, can you help me move the bed?” Fish was past the point of asking questions and simply went over, lifting it up and carrying the frame to the wall. Frankie crawled back onto the couch, ready to go the fuck to sleep, finally able to rest knowing Santiago was alive. When Laci sat against the wall, he told her to go to sleep and went to his makeshift bed onthe floor between the two beds as Will continued to ignore them all.

“Santi” Her voice was almost panicked, causing everyone, including Will, to turn to her. She had only ever said her name around them. But all she knew was Santi, looking at her so worried. She nodded over to the bed, and Pope came to her; he was wrapped around her finger. “What is it, Lace?” She nodded again to the pillow next to her, her face a little more aggressively expressive. “What do you need, Carino?” Laci rolled her eyes dramatically, but was fighting a smile. She assertively pointed at Santi, almost poking his chest, then to the pillow. “Oh! You want me to sleep in the bed?” She nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Jesus CHRIST! Just get in the bed, Pope!” Will called from the otherside of the room.

Benny, Frankie and Pope all told him to shut up.

Santi turned back to the nervous blonde. “Okay, if that’s what you want”

Her smile broadened. She looked like she was about to hug him, but hesitated, opting to softly touch his shoulder before curling under the blanket.

When Benny and Santiago had settled into their seats, Santi was buzzing with nervous energy. He couldn’t help but worry for Laci. What would happen to her? Would she ever be able to recover from what happened? Live a normal life? Or some semblance of it? The way the authorities treated, her they made it seem like it was her fault, treated her like a criminal.

Laci had begged him to stay with her, gripping his arms like a vice everywhere they went. Initially, he had to stay outside the interview room, but they allowed him to stay in a window where she could see him. Eventually, however, it became evident that she would only answer yes or no questions. A deal was made. Santi could stay in the room, but she had to answer questions. Interrogation, it felt like. It was strange to hear her talk so much, but it was progress.

“So you came over here with your boyfriend, correct?”

“Yes.”

“What for?”

“A vacation.”

“And you didn’t think it was odd he wanted to take you on vacation to Mexico?” The tone of the man interviewing her was condescending and accusatory.

“He… he grew up here, wanted me to meet his family.”

“So let me get this straight, you followed an immigrant you barely knew across boarders?”

Santi couldn’t help but interject. “I’m sorry,” he wasn’t. “Is she in trouble?”

“No.”

“They why are you acting like she did something wrong?”

“Who are you again?” The way the American man eyed Santi, he could tell he was suspicious of him. The immigrant comment had only put him further away from Santiago's good graces than he already was, his patience was being tested.

“I found her, and I’m American, in case you were wondering.”

The man eyed Santiago up and down. “Sure you are. Listen, I do these interviews all the time, hundreds a month. All this could be avoided if girls stopped running off with-”

“With who, Latino men?” Santiago expected him to get defensive.

“Yes.” He turned back to Laci while Pope was in shock. “You’re not on any missing person’s lists.”

She replied, quietly and eyes on the table. “No family.”

“No friends?”

“Nope”

Santiago listened to the stewardess go through the safety instructions he swore he knew by heart at this point. Benny was to his right, fast asleep already. The boy could eat anything, anytime, and fall asleep at the drop of a hat if he wanted to. Amazing.

The hardest part was the exam. She had to have a medical examination and luckily, the lady performing it was much nicer than the man from the interview. Santi wanted to punch him for the things he said to Laci that just kept getting worse and worse, but he knew she needed him to be present with her, not catching charges.

Santi sat in the examination room with her as the doctor explained the process; it sounded horrifically violating. He noticed Laci starting to panic, and she turned to him, unsure.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Santiago spoke up.

The older woman turned to him, clearly patronizing him, wondering why he was here. “Yes?”

“Is this really necessary? I mean… she’s been through a lot already, she just had to tell several people every horrific detail… does she really have to go through this? I mean… I think the last thing she needs is to have more hands on her body.” He looked over to see tears running down her pretty face. Pretty. Shit, he hadn’t thought of her as pretty before. Not that he thought she wasn’t, but how she looked wasn’t exactly his priority. Isn’t his priority, he reminded himself. His job is to protect her, not ogle her.

“I understand the concern,” she was tired, but kind “But if she’s going to get set up with services, she’s going to need documentation.”

“Documentation? Ma’am she was sex trafficked, what else do you need?”

“We need evidence that she was sex trafficked.” Despite Santi’s raised tone, she remained calm.

“Is her word not good enough?”

The older woman sighed, looking at him with pity. “It is for me, trust me. But when she gets back in the states, she’s going to need a lot of help.” She turns to Laci. “Miss Dumas, how long have you been gone?”

Laci held up one finger. “One year?” Laci nodded. “And you don’t have any family or friends left?” She shook her head. The doctor looked back to Santi. “She’s going to need to be in halfway houses, and be in a lot of social programs, just to maybe, and I mean maybe, avoid homelessness. I was told you found her documents?”

“Yeah.” Santiago had a sick feeling in his stomach.

“That’s going to help a lot, but it’s going to take a lot to get her back on her feet. The more we can document, the more help she can get.”

“So what, if she’s not raped enough, she doesn’t get help?” He regretted it as soon as he said it, but it was too late. Laci broke down in sobs on the table. Forgetting himself, Santi stood up and took her in his arms and to his surprise, she let him. “I’m sorry, carino, I shouldn’t have said that.”

When she stopped crying, the doctor finally replied to Pope. “I don’t make the rules, mijo. She doesn’t have to do it if she doesn’t want to. It’s her choice.”

Santi took one of her hands in his, wiping her tears with his thumb. “It’s up to you, Lace.” She considered for a moment, before nodding. “You want to?” She nodded in confirmation. He gave her hands a squeeze. “I’m proud of you, Muneca. I’ll be right outside, I promise.”

Santi slowly let go, feeling her hands slip out of his. He turned to the door, where her hands caught his. He looks to her. ‘Stay’ her face pleads. “Lace, you have to undress for this, you don’t want me here…”

She squeezed his hand with a death grip, shaking her head. “Don’t go” She whispered.

He looked at the doctor, making sure he was allowed. She smiled, nodding.

“Okay, honey. I’ll stay. I’ll just turn around, alright?” One hand held hers, one rubbed her arms in assurance.

She nodded. Santi turned around, she didn’t let go of his hand, he stood by her side facing the wall. He heard her whimper when the examination started, and stroked her hand with his thumb. What would become of her when he left? Where would she go? She had nothing, no one. He inadvertently squeezed her hand. He didn’t want to let go either.

When the stewardess was done, Santi took out his phone and pulled up his downloaded music. He always kept a variety, considering how much he traveled. He turned to the girl facing out the window, handing her an airpod. “Wanna listen, Laci?” She turned to him, nodding with a shy smile. “What do you like?” She shrugged, her face saying ‘I havn’t exactly been listening to music the last year, dumbass’. Santi chuckled, “Okay, shuffle it is, then.” He pressed play.

Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks and Don Henly.

Santiago Garcia chuckled again. “Fitting.”

She looked at him, confused.

He pointed to the word ‘Lace’ in the title. “That’s you”

Laci smiled at him, quirking up one side of her mouth and squinting that eye. Is this how she smiles? Genuinely smiles? He could get used to that…

She pointed at the word ‘Leather’ and poked him in his leather jacket. ‘That’s you’ she was saying. She circled the whole title, Leather and Lace. She circles the air between them. ‘That’s us’

He held her hand, giving it a squeeze and kissing the knuckles. “Yeah, that’s us.”

She smiled, nestling her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. She had a long day. She’ll have a long few months, maybe a few years, but Santi will be there to help her. He had offered her his home. She hesitated at first, but he promised it was as friends. How true that was, he didn’t know, but for her sake it would remain as friends. Whatever was brewing in his heart, that was his business, not her obligations. Pope was going to give her every bit of support she needed. He was going to be there for her in the ways he couldn’t be there for her. He had failed her. He wouldn’t fail Laci.

Pope looked to his right. Benny was awake, smiling at him.

“Shhh” Santi ordered, resting his head back, trying to get some sleep. Benny mirrored Laci, falling asleep again on Pope’s right side. He sighed, wrapping both his arms around the two of them. They were safe, everything was going to be fine.

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THIS IS NOT THE END I know it sounds like an ending but it's not! We gotta watch Laci start recovering, watch her and Santi fall in love, and of course gotta get to the smut! And what do y'all think Pope is talking about with her in the end?

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