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sinner-sunflower · 7 hours

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 15/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5

I read a fic once saying that since Adam and Lilith were created at the same time from the same light (?? or something) that they were more siblings than lovers.

This isn't incest okay! I just think that it's a great concept. They aren't related directly but that's what they knew each other as before Heaven told them their roles.

Lilith and Adam never did anything sexual too. The sibling mentality stuck with Lilith more and Adam was more focused on control than anything else.

I know it's confusing but I'm wording it better in my head lkjaslkdjklas

This is a bit long tho but tbf this chapter is long overdue.

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Lilith doesn't regret anything.

Getting cast out to Heaven into a literal hellhole was a small price to pay for not being Adam's possession for all of eternity.

Adam was just like her from the start; innocent and curious. But then those angels put the idea of a wife, of a higher standing, in his head and it changed him completely.

Not that Adam was forced into doing what he had done. He was responsible for his choices as much as the angels.

But they were brother and sister first before they were made husband and wife. They were supposed to discover everything together. They were content. They were-

They were supposed to be equals.

She's angry at the angels for trying to control their lives and she's angry at Adam for letting it happen.

So when she met Lucifer, or Samael back then, she made her very first choice.

Lucifer was as beautiful as the other angels foretold. The others who were assigned to them before cannot even compare to his etherealness. His glow, his smile, his voice, his kindness, his everything is what she imagined angels were supposed to be.

But he was also a dreamer; an innocent but naive dreamer.

She can use him.

Now, she never intended to use Lucifer the way she did. The first woman saw him as a friend the moment he found her crying after another argument with Adam and comforted her with ducks and magic and his bubbly personality.

In fact, he inspired her to be a dreamer too. And oh, how long did she dream of freedom and independence.

So when it became apparent to Lilith that no matter how much she complains, Heaven wasn't going to listen, the fear of being stuck with this version of Adam all her life made her desperate.

Desperate enough to use her only friend as a means to an end.

Maybe for a while she did fell in love with Lucifer, but love always did come second to her. Like how her love for Adam came second to her love of being alive. How her love of the Garden came second to her love of freedom. And now her love of Lucifer coming in second to her love of independence.

In the near future, her love of Charlie came second too to her love of power.

After Eve and then Heaven's verdict, she's finally tasting the freedom she'd yearned for her entire life. Her heart brims with both euphoria and anguish as her dream comes true, albeit in the form of a hellish pit. She can work with that. She'll make it work.

She only wishes she hadn't dragged Lucifer down with her.

Maybe that's why she just let him wallow for years after the Fall. She understood. While she loved Eden, her life was too short and too miserable to form a bond with it. But Lucifer was older than her and lived far longer in Heaven. Being cast out by those he once called family from the only home he knew, Lilith would be heartbroken too.

So she let him cry without judgement. It's the least she could do. She also tried to be there for him but she can only understand so much before she can't anymore.

And when the first sinner souls arrived, she had to take up that duty. Making them King and Queen seemed only fitting for without them, none of this would even come to exist.

Lilith busied herself with expanding their kingdom plus Lucifer had the Sins to distract him.

It didn't take long for the other Rings to form, essentially spawning from the maturity of the Sins.

She wanted to rule those too but she hadn't realized that the curse of being a sinner applied to her as well, preventing her from leaving the Pride Ring.

So there wasn't really a choice but to have the Sins rule them. There's also the fact that they prefer Lucifer over her so controlling the other Rings was already out of her hands before she could even touch it.

The teacup in her hands break.

Right. She's in a secluded area in Heaven. In a sad excuse of a hut because of an even sadder excuse of a deal with Adam.

The door opens but she doesn't turn to see who it is. She doesn't need to. There's only 2 people who know she's here and one of them is dead.

Lute: Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to go down there and sort out that little brat of yours?

Lilith had to laugh.

Lilith: I don't know why you think you can order me around.

Lute: Like I said, Adam is dead and I'm in charge now. I gave you two choices, help me here in Heaven or help me enact revenge for Adam.

Lilith: You mean this sorry excuse of a rebellion of yours? Do you really think a low ranking angel can claim even an once of victory? Heaven's Sword will smite you like a bug.

Lute: There's talk amongst the council that my little coup have the Archangel shaking in their boots. Probably too afraid of what this might entail given what happened in the first one. I guess your ex-husband was useful for something.

Lilith throws the broken shards at the other in anger.

Lute: So cooperate.

Lute moves her remaining hand arm and summons chain around Lilith's hand into existence. She tugs it forcefully but the first woman stands her ground, refusing to even move an inch.

Lilth: Or what? You'll tell my family in hell? Have you forgotten that one condition of this deal is that none of us can tell another existing soul about our involvement with each other? All you have is an empty threat. So. No.

Lute: No?

Lilith: My end of the deal is that I get to stay here in Heaven, out of your little army's way.

Lute: I'll break this deal if I have to. And once they know what you've done, you'll never belong anywhere ever again.

Lilith stalks closer to the angel until their faces are so close. Lilith wants nothing more than to punch the other's face like she deserves.

Lilith: I'm the Queen of Hell. Losing the respect of my family will not make me lose the respect of my people.

Lute had the audacity to laugh at her face.

Lute: See? That is the thing with you, Lilith. You think everybody still respects you when actually everybody hates you. You didn't just leave your husband and child, you left all of them.

Lilith: Did you forget that you were the ones who approached me begging for this deal? It was your and your dead boyfriend's idea for me to leave and pretend to not give a shit about my family and my people? To act like the vile creatures you are.

Lute: Your highness, it's not pretend! You're as vile as we come. You think your shit don't stink, you think the rest of us are dumb and beneath you.

The chain tightens just a bit around Lilith's wrist.

Lute: We hated your demons' guts but here's what you don't comprehend; at least we had the guts to not pretend to be their ally!

Tense silence fills the room but Lilith can't find it in herself to rebuke the statement.

Lute: So be a good woman and follow orders.

So yeah, Lilith doesn't regret anything.

Except for the parts that she does.

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epickiya722 · 4 months

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As dark as a story JJK can get, I love there are moments that are funny, some being moments that when you actually think about it, it's funny. Sometimes it would be something so outrageous that you have to laugh.

The MC was already a powerhouse before the plot really kicks off. He is known to be such a powerhouse that some people believed he's the reincarnation of Mirko Cro Cop... WHO IS STILL ALIVE. That is a real person, folks!

The funniest thing Yuji be doing in fights for me is chucking things at people and curses. He has thrown cars, signs, etc.

Sukuna's introduction. This guy is known as the King of Curses and yet, Yuji is the first person of the story to actually humiliate him. He sasses him. "It's my body!" A 15-year-old sasses the King of Curses and even after he learns who he is really, Yuji is not intimidated by him in the slightest. At best, Sukuna annoys him.

Sukuna's outfit of choice in his soul room is a kimono with a bow tied in the back. He's a fashion icon, for real.

Nanami is the one who envisions the Gojo "I'll murder you" scene. He's responsible for that.

Jujutsu Kaisen has became known for jumping. A rather smart decision to do when facing a strong opponent. Like, jump that fool!

Speaking of jumping, Mahito has became a meme. Him getting jumped is pretty much why he set out to kill Yuji and Nanami, when you think about it.

Megumi had to take tame his shikigami to control them, except for the Divine Dogs. That means he had to tame frogs, a horde of rabbits and a damn elephant.

Nobara's weapon of choice? Hammer and nails. She's building houses out of curses with some voodoo thrown in there.

Shoko got her doctor's license by cheating. But she's still good at her job.

Gojo's forehead flicks are strong enough to send someone to Shoko.

Sukuna, during the Fearsome Womb Arc, actually waited for Yuji to switch back with him instead of immediately causing some havoc. The King of Curses, evil incarnate, waited.

One of the upperclassmen is a damn panda that's not really a panda.

Because Inumaki speaks in rice-ball ingredients, conversations with him will be funny.

Geto has an arsenal of squid curses. Where did they come from?!

Geto became a cult leader at 17. The biggest question I have is where the hell did a teenager get monk robes from?!

He was also called mommy by a worm curse. Was that foreshadowing? I don't know!

To think, later, his body is put in a nurse outfit. With lipstick and nails done, too.

Toji really had beef with kids. (Teen Gojo and Geto.) Dude even forgot his own kid's name. And it's probably the most ironic name of the series. MEGUMI'S NAME MEANS "BLESSING".

Yaga looks tough and he is, but this man has a weakness for cute things. Bro makes cute, creepy cursed dolls... I think we should hype Yaga up more.

Toji actually got in a fight with Red Lobster and Miruko's (BNHA) cousins.

Jogo got to live every fan's dream of being close to Gojo and Sukuna. He also got in Choso's face and touched Nanami.

Tengen's gender is "granny" apparently. They're so real for that.

Sukuna's right hand is Uraume and the reason being because they can cook.

Yuji is a fan of Jennifer Lawrence and will introduce himself as such.

Todo really beat Megumi's ass because his type are kind people. And when he was getting his ass beat, Megumi was gonna summon Mahoraga.

When Megumi finally does summon Mahoraga... it's against Haruta, of all fucking people.

Haruta tells Megumi "Fuck you" for that.

Nanako's technique is literally taking pictures. With her cell phone. I know for a fact she runs out of storage fast.

MAPPA be devious with the openings. "Oh, that character died? They're staying in the opening." "Oh, a city was destroyed? Here's a reminder during this fire ass song."

Choso and Todo's "false memories" of Yuji. That is all.

Choso's choice of hairstyle? High spiky ponytails. And it's iconic!

If you pay attention to the Sukuna vs. Mahoraga fight, you can see that Sukuna chucks a piece of the airplane at Mahoraga.

Before the fight really gets crazy, Sukuna comes out of a building with popcorn and soda. Mind you, the district was probably closed and evacuated.

Why did Megumi react like that towards Ozawa? "Oh, it's like that?!"

In dub, Nobara calls Mahito a "bitch".

Panda wants to punch a zebra one day.

Kenjaku is a dad and a mom.

Can't believe Gojo and Geto broke up in front of the KFC.

There's a guy who wears a costume that has him half nude. And he's funny.

Look, there's a lot of things.

#just kiya's thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers

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royboyfanpage · 2 months

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A tumblr version of my fic because I wanna keep all my masterpost posts on this blog.

It’s a strange sense, a feeling he hasn’t felt in… maybe ever. The feeling of completion, of having everything he needed. Sat in the dark on his faded once-blue-now-grey second hand couch, burn marks in the arm left over from some sleepless nights covered up by finger-painted smiles, the scent of pumpkins and cinnamon and candy apples wafting through the air, Roy realised he’d never felt so whole, so content. The familiar weight of the girl in his arms, the occasional nudge against his leg as the boy on the floor tilts his head to get a better look at the TV, the sensations grounding, a reminder that tonight, he’s with the two people who mean the most to him in this world. Lian’s cheeks were smudged with pumpkin juice from digging out the jack-o-lantern’s insides, but Roy didn’t have the energy to attempt to wrangle the toddler long enough to clean it. Grant’s hair was plaited, pumpkin-shaped clips holding it in place. The two kids, his daughter, and his… something. Roy would never name him. Maybe he needed to, maybe saying it would be the worst thing he could do. Maybe fatherhood was too polluted for the boy, maybe the concept of being a ‘son’ was too damaged- the legacy of a dead man, the prey of a monster. Maybe, maybe, maybe, but no absolutes. His daughter’s brother, undoubtedly, Lian’d called him her brother herself, but the implications of what that made Roy were never addressed. That swell of pride whenever Grant got his powers under control, that squeeze in his chest so tight it hurt whenever the boy’d go to him for a hug, it didn’t need to be mentioned. Roy didn’t need to be named, didn’t need a tangible place in Grant’s life. Roy was there, and that was what mattered.

“Roy, pay attention, this is the best bit!” Grant snaps Roy out of his thoughts with an enthusiastic tapping on his knee, pointing to the TV. Some 80s Goonies-esque kids’ comedy horror was on, one of the few Lian-friendly (and Roy-friendly, though he’d never admit that he couldn’t stand horror any more than his three year old daughter) Halloween movies Grant had in his suggestions. Lian was already asleep, her face squished against Roy’s chest. Fortunately, the girl didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, so the forsaken sugar-rush had been avoided. Roy leaned his head back against the headrest, blinking slowly to try and keep his own eyes open.

“Yuh-huh, I’m watching,” Roy yawned, trying his best to fake interest in the… mass exorcism? He’d kinda zoned out after the part with the werewolf in the Police station, and the plot of the film had been lost in the process. Despite having no idea what was happening, Roy still attempted to pretend for Grant’s sake. “Oh, look, they’re finally gonna get, uh Frankenstein.”

Grant turned around with an appalled expression, his eyebrows shot up in alarm. “Frank’s one of the good guys! Have you even been watching?”

Great. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. “This film’s pro-Frankenstein? I thought he was a monster. That seems like a weird stance.”

“Yeah, duh it’s pro-Frankenstein’s monster. He’s never been a bad guy.”

“He hasn’t? He’s a monster, right?”

Grant sighed in exasperation, pulling his legs up to his chest in that ‘I think what you said is stupid and I’m not gonna humour you with a response’ pose Roy’d seen an almost hilarious amount of times since the kid first came to live with him, resting his chin on his knees. Roy sighed in solidarity and leaned back in his seat, swallowed by the unfathomably plush cushions (thanks, Flasher, for donating furniture so padded that Lian could get lost in the cracks.) His fingers drummed against the arm to an unknown rhythm, some song that might have gone ‘dun dun dun dun, dun dun’, but could just as well have gone ‘dun, dun, dun, dun dun dun’, and Grant tapped his foot to the silent symphony. Lian’s quiet snoring played the bass. It was a better song than Great Frog ever made, anyway.

“Roy? Roy. Roy!” Grant smacked his guardian’s arm, waking the archer from a slumber he hadn’t even realised he’d succumbed to. Glazed eyes adjusted to the new darkness now the film was off, spotting the absence of plates or wrappers which had littered the coffee table last time Roy was aware of his surroundings.

“Wh- what time’s it, kid?” Roy yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the hand not cradling Lian. He didn’t wait for Grant to answer before checking his watch, and gawked at the ‘XII’ that stared at him. “Midnight? Jesus, you should’a woken me earlier.”

“I would’ve, but popular media says it’s a bad idea to wake the dead,” Grant grinned at his own joke, flopping down on the couch next to Roy.

“Very funny. D’you clean up in here?”

Grant shrugged. “Yeah, a bit.”

“You know you don’t have to, right? Like, I don’t- it isn’t an expectation or a requirement.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

That, Roy couldn’t argue with. But there was still that doubt, that fear of intentions, of motivations. He was never entirely sure if Grant was doing something because he wanted to, or because he felt he had to, whether his helpfulness was just him being a good kid or if it was a fear that if he didn’t pull his weight he’d be cast aside. Roy’d felt exactly that when he was Grant’s age, that fear that if he didn’t work hard enough as Speedy, if he didn’t manage to hold his own beside Wally and Donna, he’d be cast aside and forgotten and- well, you already know how that turned out.

Lian wriggled slightly in her slumber, snapping Roy out of his thoughts. With the amounts of tangents his brain’s gone off on the last few months, you’d think he were Dick Grayson. He stood, his back cracking as he rose to his feet (which, since when did back cracking start at 25? He’d need to have a word with whoever designed the human spine. Ha.) and gently lifted Lian with him.

“You should get to bed, kid, it’s late,” Roy whispered so as to not disturb the sleeping toddler, offering a small smile to Grant. Grant just shrugged in response as Roy carried Lian to her room, resting the girl on his hip while he moved the full wardrobe of costume choices she’d gone through before finally settling on a very tiny Agent Smith from the bed onto the floor.

“Night, Etai Yazi,” He smiled, gently settling her in bed and tucking her blankets around her. He positioned her raccoon plush between her arms, and the small girl instinctively squished her cheek against it. With one last check to ensure her comfort, and that she was far enough from the edge to prevent her falling out, Roy switched on the nightlight and closed the door to Lian’s room.

Grant was still sitting on the couch, staring at the black television screen with that face that meant he was getting in his own head about something, just barely visible from the jack o’lantern light. Roy crossed the room at an easy pace so as to not disturb the teenager, sitting down on the other side of the vampire-dressed boy.

“Kid, it’s midnight. You wanna head to bed?”

Grant shook his head. “It’s not midnight yet, there’s still a minute left.”

Roy stared in mild confusion, but didn’t comment. He’d been looking forward to Halloween for weeks, even going so far as to hand-make little pumpkin chains to hang around the walls and some spooky paper arrows (a compromise for bats; Roy’s not decorating his house in Bruce Wayne propaganda) which he’d blu-tacked to the walls. Maybe he wanted to celebrate every second of the holiday. So Roy just leaned back, his hands crossed over his stomach, and watched with Grant as the seconds ticked by.

As the second, minute, and hour hands finally connected at the XII, Grant leaned over the side of the couch, fumbling underneath it for a moment, before pulling out a small box wrapped in red and yellow paper.

“What’s this?” Roy raised an eyebrow, turning the gift over in his hand. It was light, but not weightless- maybe something metal? Or perhaps a hard piece of plastic.

“It’s a birthday present.”

“Since when do you know my birthday?”

“Tempest told Jesse, and she told me.”

“Since when does Garth know my birthday?”

“Roy!” Grant sighed in exasperation, slapping his guardian on the arm.

“Alright, alright,” Roy smiled, carefully unwrapping the paper. The gift was wrapped with precision, so he took his time unwrapping it so he didn’t rip it.

“A box! Just what I always wanted,” He grinned, earning a groan in response.

“Open the box!” Grant whined, and Roy laughed at his impatience.

“Y’know, technically I’m not twenty-six until eleven-”

“Roy!” Grant smacked him again, making Roy laugh harder. Nevertheless, he decided to stop teasing for now, just because the anticipation was so thick it was practically cologne. With only the slightest pause for dramatic effect, Roy lifted the lid of the white cardboard box.

Inside lay a small plastic figure of a bow. No, not just any bow, Roy’s bow, without even the slightest doubt. The red compound was the spitting image of his own, even down to the small white blue stains from forgetting to put it away when he painted the kitchen and the leftover paper from one of Lian’s stickers he’d never managed to entirely remove. Roy stared at the figure in awe, turning it over in his hand and inspecting the details.

“D’you like it?” Grant asked tentatively, and Roy’s heart ached at the look on his face, the hesitation as he waited for the ball to drop, waited for Roy to reprimand him or tell him to put more effort into it.

“Kid- I love it. You made this?” Roy kept his voice soft, glancing between the bow and the boy. Grant’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the unexpected praise, and he nodded slightly.

“Yeah, uh, I mean, I used Nightwing’s 3D printer for, um, actually making it, but- but I made the 3D model and painted it.”

“It’s perfect,” Roy smiled, pulling Grant into a hug. Grant stiffened slightly at first, but relaxed into the embrace after a moment’s pause, resting his chin on Roy’s shoulder.

Maybe the sense’s not so strange. Maybe every other emotion he’d felt the rest of his life was unnatural. Because in that moment, Roy felt a sense of familiarity, like he’d never had a life without Grant in it. Maybe the wordless boy didn’t need to be so wordless after all.

Damn it all to hell. That’s my son.

#roy harper #arsenal #speedy #red arrow #grant emerson #damage #lian harper

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isabelldrabbles · 1 year

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

warnings: injury, mentions of blood and guns

A/N: wrote this over a year ago, but wanted to post something. Don‘t know where this is going lol.

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You passed the security guards of the building complex, stood in the queue for the coffee machine and spinned with the coins in your hands. It has been a hard day, night, even week. Something was off. Your workplace was hiding something… and you noticed it. Since this Avenger had a town under her spell, everyone here was going crazy. Hayward had no control over his soldiers anymore, Captain Monica Rambeau was inciting a riot, and you were in the midst of it.

Darcy Lewis' face lit up when she saw you and soon, she happily came towards you. The people in the row behind you grunted in annoyance as she overtook them in the row next to the device.

‘Oh my, please, she’s a doctor. The disrespect of some people.’ You joked and let her hug you. After all, you were glad you had someone in this place that brought some joy with them.

‘Where the hell have you hid, agent? I have missed you!’ Darcy lightly pushed you in your shoulder, but you just put your hands in the pockets of your SWORD - sweater and shook your head.

‘I was working.’ The waiting line moved and you stepped forward. ‘Something you apparently don’t have much to-’

‘Oh my god (Y/N)! The audacity!’ You laughed at the response of the brunette and looked at her. ‘Who was the one that discovered the broadcast signals of WandaVision?!” She looked expectantly at you, but you bit your cheek amused and provoked her with not giving an answer. ‘Me. It was me. The great Doctor Darcy Lewis!”

‘Right Lewis, now go and get a coffee, people are waiting.’ Some random guy huffed from behind you.

She hastily stepped forward, pressed the button of her desired order and turned to you once again. With a wink she threw in the coins to pay.

‘Oh god Darcy, don’t even get me started on that witch’s case. Creating a fake scenario to live with the love of her life? What is she? A depressed teenager?’ Darcy turned offended and slapped your arm, now without kidding. ‘Ouch! What the hell??’

Your friend grabbed her coffee, stepped to the side and you repeated her prior actions for your own order.

‘(Y/N)! You have no idea how much that girl went through-’

‘Parents dead. Brother dead. Robot boyfriend dead. Fellow Avengers dead. Now once again imaginary boyfriend and also kids dead. I get it, she has been through a lot, but there are people out there called psycho therapists, they are qualified for such people. I can recommend my mom’s one.’ The machine finished and you walked back to your office, both a coffee mug in your hands.

‘Do you hear how stupid what you are saying sounds?! Wanda Maximoff is..a wonder! An Avenger who can harness chaos magic, engage in telepathy as well as telekinesis and alter reality. She has so much power! She is the most powerful Avenger!’ Darcy burst with excitement as you let yourself fall back in your office chair and sighed.

‘Look Darcy, I get it. You are a fangirl… but she kidnapped an entire city! How can you defend that?! She hurt civilian citizens. Twice now if you remember Lagos! She is dangerous.’ You furrowed your eyebrows and took a sip of your coffee.

Darcy shook her head enthusiastically. ‘No! Just no (Y/N)! Hayward, that bastard, he is the reason! She just wanted a funeral for her love and he used his body to recreate a new robot for SWORD-’

You choked on your drink at her words and spilled some of it on your desk. With widened eyes you tilted your head and looked at her. ‘He did what?? That son of a bitch. That’s why everyone is acting so differently here.’ You pulled out a tissue of one of the desk drawers and wiped your desk while chewing your lip in thought. ‘Okay, I take that back. Maybe she had reasons to… grief in her own way. But that still doesn’t explain capturing a whole city!’

Darcy emptied her cup and walked to the exit of your office. ‘All I’m saying is that she’s not the only bad guy here. Think about that!’ She shrugged and left you alone.

‘A pleasure as always, Doctor Lewis.’ You sighed to yourself and threw your mugs in the bin. After finishing your short break you returned to give your attention to the mission files that had to be completed.

Great. You were working for an emotionless asshole.

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‘You are a horrible influence, Lewis.’

You snapped at your colleague while jumping into some kind of cover. ‘I just should have let you be a fangirl and never should have asked questions.’ You mumbled upset. Rummaging in the side pockets of your trousers, you searched for your pistol and as soon as you touched it, sighed in relief.

‘Well, to my defence, Monica is the one that got us here. I’m just the thinker, she brings the action.’ Darcy chuckled and you stared incredulously at her.

‘Are you kidding me?! We are getting attacked for snooping around to look for signs of Vision’s dead body, probably will be on the run after that and you laugh?’ You shouted at the woman next to you and threw a small can of pepper spray to her which she easily caught.

‘Get the hell out of here and we will talk about the consequences later in the plane.’ The voice of the Captain became audible in your ear piece as you took down two guards.

‘In the plane? We will have to leave? I was joking!’ You hissed nervously as you fought your way outside.

‘Well yeah, we just became enemies - or rather traitors - of the United States of America. We know top secret information.’ Darcy screamed from the other side of the room.

‘Goddamnit! I have a cat to take care of! I hate you guys so much!’ You ran out of the hall and met Monica. ‘I should have never done this. Fuck!’ You muttered and leaned on the wall, trying to catch your breath.

‘You can’t change it anymore. So either you move your ass in that goddamn plane and go underground for a while, or you surrender and rot in prison. You are doing the right thing (Y/N), we are proving the world Wanda wasn’t the only problem in this conflict.‘

You nodded at Rambeau’s words, somehow finding some sort of confidence in them, and the trio of you started sprinting to the flight area. Monica jumped into the pilot’s seat of the nearest aircraft, Darcy and you getting on board right after her.

When she started the machine and you felt it hovering, you laid on a bench in the back and closed your eyes. Although you were sure you couldn’t get even a little bit of sleep due to the adrenaline floating in your veins, you hoped resting would help you process and understand today’s events a bit better.

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The next time you opened your eyes, the machine was flying on autopilot and your two co-performers were packing three backpacks with vital equipment such as water, preserves and knives. You straightened and rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted from the previous fight.

Darcy turned around to your bench to fetch some bandages, but when she saw you getting up, she startled and stopped her motions. ‘God! Do you always have to be so quiet and sneaky?’

‘I am an agent, what do you think?’ You rolled your eyes and stepped to help them pack the bags. ‘Or was an agent, thank you again.’

‘(Y/N)! Will you ever stop that?’ Monica snubbed you before she continued. ‘Listen. We’re now enemies of SWORD with too much information, which means we probably have to spend some time on the run. Not together though. I suggest we will split…’ she turned completely to you, ‘you have family in Romania, right? I think it’s time for a visit.’

You nodded reluctantly and threw a spare sweater in your backpack. ‘When will you drop me off? And where?’

‘There’s a little abandoned town with a lake nearby. Stay there for a bit, then go find your family. We should arrive at dawn.’ Monica stepped next to you and grabbed your hands. ‘I know this sucks, but there’s still Sam Wilson somewhere out there...he will notice something is off and before you can blink, you’re back home.’ She squeezed your hands and gave you a reassuring smile.

‘Back home with your cat!’ You heard Darcy from somewhere in the back of the aircraft and chuckled lightly despite trying to stay mad at your friend.

‘No seriously, agent, thank you for doing this. It was the right choice.’ Monica carefully let go of you and returned to the pilot seat.

‘What a choice. I had much of it.’ You mumbled sarcastically before taking the seat next to her.

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When the quinjet landed, you sighed shakily one last time and turned to say goodbye to the two women.

‘Take care. I’m gonna miss you.’ Darcy hugged you tight and looped her arms over your shoulders.

‘I’m gonna miss you, too, fangirl.’ The brunette rolled her eyes playfully at the nickname and you grinned. When she released you, the Captain stepped forward and shook your hand.

‘See you soon, Agent. Be safe!‘

‘Thank you, Captain.‘ You left the plane and turned around one last time. Darcy waved goodbye and you returned the gesture, while Monica already started to get ready to take off.

You watched them fly away and began walking on the sidewalk, following a long road to Romania‘s mountains. They let you out some miles away from the remote town, just to make sure you didn‘t attract any attention.

So, you started your journey, with no real clue where to go. You cursed angrily when it became so dark you could only see your surroundings a few feet away from you, and then it started storming, and your mood was devastated.

Luckily, you had a flashlight with you and could somehow make it to the branch that led to the town and lake. You turned to walk along the smaller road that turned into a path through the forest after ten minutes of walking.

Blind due to the now complete darkness, you startled when you suddenly heard a lightning strike in the distance. Before you could make out in what direction the thunderstorm was, cold raindrops hit your face.

‘For fuck‘s sake!‘ You put on your jacket‘s hood and started to walk faster to find shelter. Later, you tried to orientate yourself on top of a slightly higher hill. You recognised the shades of the lake and a small cabin, and a little further the empty city.

Happy to see your final destination and impatient to get out of the storm, you started running down the hill. You were almost in the flat again when you suddenly heard a loud crack and before you could blink twice, you plumped on the ground.

You screamed out in pain and laid still, panting. You must have slipped on the wet ground and fell, your leg hitting a stone. After trying to calm your breathing a bit, you straightened up with the help of a log and lifted the flashlight.

With your injured leg, you wouldn‘t be able to make it to the town - you would have to circle the whole lake - and you were also in the midst of a storm, so you decided to try and get protection at the lonely wooden cabin.

You limped to it, dragged yourself over the steps, one at a time, before you leaned against the wooden door to collect yourself.

‘Hello? I don‘t know if someone‘s in there, and if you can understand me, but I‘m hurt and just need some first aid equipment and a shelter while the storm rages. I‘m gonna wait for a bit, otherwise I‘ll batter this door in and get in.’ You breathed out through gasps.

But before you had to make your way through that door, light switched on inside the hut and footsteps became audible. The door opened carefully and a redhead got visible, her hands in the back bags of her jeans.

‘Hi! Uhm- Do you speak English?’ You put out while trying to pantomime your words with finger motions.

The woman giggled, and you noticed a blush creeping up on your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not paying attention to your grandma teaching you Romanian, it would have been a lot easier to just communicate in the first language of the country.

‘I do. How can I help you?’ She replied and took your figure in. Her words were bolstered by a thick accent, an accent you have heard before, and you took a closer look at her.

‘Oh my god. You‘re Maximoff. The Scarlet Witch. You‘re Wanda Maximoff.’ You identified the woman astonished.

Panic settled in the witch's eyes. ‘I‘m- I-’

‘I-’ you chuckled incredulously, ‘fuck Hayward. I‘m sorry. For everything.’ You hissed and rolled your eyes in annoyance at the thought of your ex-boss.

Wanda tried to process your words speechlessly. She has been alone for so long, and now a stranger stood at her front door, knowing exactly about everything she so badly wanted to make unhappen.

‘No seriously. He‘s unbe-’ your gaze fell to your leg that was now in the light of the cabin, and you could see your injury. Not only was it coated in blood, you also could see a bit of bone standing out. ‘-be…liev… I think I'm gonna pass ou-’ you collapsed, but before your body hit the ground, red wisps surrounded your unconscious body and prevented you from it.

Wanda carefully lifted you through the cabin and laid you down on the couch. She had no idea who she had now lying in her guest room, but this person must have seen through Hayward‘s ill intentions.

And she couldn‘t disregard an injured person out in the dark, could she?

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fanfiction #elizabeth olsen x you #mcu imagine

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raisedbythetv89 · 10 months

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Every time I see someone who is team Logan and very superior about it I burst MANY blood vessels holding back my scream of “YOU ONLY THINK THAT BECAUSE HE’S RICH IF HE WAS IN THE SAME FINANCIAL POSITION AS DEAN OR JESS YOU WOULD HATE HIM”

Because I really try my absolute hardest to not shit on other people’s ships in their spaces but I have seen no one talk about this 😭

Logan is literally the king of gaslighting and manipulating Rory out of her very appropriate emotional reactions to his shitty behavior and his second interaction with her is literally him playing devils advocate that technically his food service staff for his parties are servants….. he gets jealous of jess and becomes the biggest asshole on the planet to both Jess and Rory and then they break up!! And he doesn’t even tell her it’s a break up!! And then he sleeps with all his sisters friends who apparently he HATES??? and manipulates Rory into getting back together with him even though she’s still hurt and angry. But when Rory gets jealous of the woman Logan’s been working with who he failed to mention was a woman he doesn’t take her seriously at alll and just teases and completely dismisses her and makes her feel like an idiot for being angry. He’s a textbook narcissist who’s all charming and big gestures unless Rory does something that upsets him and then he’s throwing things he willingly offered to do for or provide her back in her face which basically implies him paying for things entitles him to more say and control of the relationship…. Or acting out and making her feel responsible for his ridiculous emotional reactions. And proposing to her in front of her entire family without them even discussing getting married knowing Richard and Emily would pressure her into saying yes I CANTTT

Anyway if you’re into rich assholes that’s your business but I beg we stop acting like he’s this great guy when he’s not he’s just rich.

#gilmore girls rant #gilmore girls

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Yandere!Hifudo duet

always wanted to write something like that with this two.. turns out not that bad, I think

yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, mention of you having a boyfriend, using hypmic for not intended purpose, threatening, mention of being locked, they both get pretty delusional to the end;; 3413 words;;

I think the one who will start everything would be Doppo. You two working together in one office, and you.. you such an angel to him..!

Always working hard, you never try to slack off and shift the responsibility, when everyone else try to give their paperwork to Doppo, you just smile at him, offering your help if you not that busy. Maybe you actually an angel, who was sent to rescue him..?!

He's pretty pessimistic and he was afraid that you just feel pity for him, not interested really. So it was really hard to him to even try to talk with you in lunch break or after work. Just some simple couple words from you will make him tremble a little, as he try to answer nervously.

One day, he will finally ask Hifumi for help, when he was in his host mode. But then will quickly shut him up cause all that Hifumi say was "Ho ho, my dear Doppo, why so nervous..! Just get closer to her, put you hands slowly on her waist as you whisper softly 'Kitten, you're-'"

"S.. shut up, Hifumi, I will NEVER say something like that to her..! She's too pure for something like that!!" he scoff.

Well, too late. Hifumi now willing to help his precious friend so much that he decided to pay a visit to Doppo's office.

You was sitting in break room when suddenly Doppo break in, mumbling to himself nervously with wild eyes. "Again..! He decided to do that again..! My boss will kill me..!" He drop on his kneels, probably trying to control his emotions, but it's look like he's about to scream and then pass out. When you slowly get closer, asking with scared worried tone is he alright, he would shrug a little, then look at you.

"O..oh, s/o..! I.. I didn't know that you're here!!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry-" he keeps begging on all fours. You just sigh, amused, cause this little habit of his was both strange and cute.

As you try to calm him down, you found out what's wrong - apparently, his best friend decided to check him, and came to the office, but he's a huge womanizer. Doppo also tell that it was already happen once and after that boss scolds him very hard, cause his friend was literally flirting with any girl he see.

You actually hear something like that from your co-workers, cause it was happened before you start to work here too, and now you was curious a little. And also worried, cause Doppo, who's you was able to bring into couch, looks like he will die soon.

And when you offers him a cup of water, thinking what to do next, the door suddenly opens, and a pretty tall blonde man was standing here with charming smile. Well, you quickly realize who it is, as some of your co-workers (both man and woman) was standing behind him. One of the girls was whispering to other one that it's Hifumi himself, and he's actually a host or something, as they both look at him with some awe in eyes.

[How I even ended up in something like this] - you think by yourself, you arm still resting on Doppo's back. Hifumi look at you two and you awkwardly smile.

"Oh, my precious Doppo..! And no less charming kitten..! I see you was having some time alone, am I right?" - as soon as he said this Doppo quickly jump from his seat, you notice that his face was red, from anger or from blush? You don't know.

"Oi, shut up, Hifumi..!" - he take him by his collar, whispering through teeth - "I tell you several times - do NOT comes to my workplace..! Go away..!"

"Oh ho ho, you shouldn't act like that in front of your dear kitten, Doppo..!" - he quickly get away, it's seems like he's not even ashamed as his confidence was unbreakable. "And what's your name, little princess?" - he suddenly get closer to you - "I'm sorry, but I want to know what type of girl my dear friend decided to take on da-"

Doppo loudly close the door to break room, so no one from yours co-workers will see it, as he get closer to Hifumi as quick as he can, pulling him away from you.

"Stop that, Hifumi!! Or I will literally kill you!!"

You try to calm Doppo down, telling that everything is okay, hoping that everything will be resolved before lunch break ends. But Doppo was too ashamed and nervous now to even hear you, and Hifumi was in his "gigolo" mode and just keep laughing pompous.

That's when Doppo suddenly take off Hifumi's jacket. His voice changed immediately, turning into more.. childish? Goofy? You don't even know how to describe this, as he's change so quickly you don't really understand what happen.

"Huh?? Take my jacket back, Doppopo...!" - he whine as Doppo quickly return him jacket.

"Just go away, okay?! I don't need you help in that situation.."

They both was standing a little but afar from you, probably thinking you already go away or something? Anyways, Doppo's look much more calmer now and you decided to actually slowly get out to not disturb them.

But as soon as your touch the door you heard a scream behind you.

"T.. t.. THERE WAS A WOMAN ALL THIS TIME?!" - Hifumi back away, looking at you with such scared expression that you get scared yourself, panicked what did you do wrong.

But before be get a chance to say something, Doppo grab his arm and pulling him out of the room. As you look at Hifumi, who's still waves you goodbye and winks, you slowly sit down. Well. Uh. It's actually good you have some time before lunch break ends cause your definitely need some break after that.

"I.. I'm sorry, i-"

"DOPPO SHE'S TALKING" - Hifumi bump into wall, whining and crying while Doppo's look like as he start to pass out once again, he quickly take grey jacket and put it on Hifumi. It's almost look like some kind of magic transformation cause now Hifumi was looking as his charming gigolo side once again.

But five minutes after, as you still sit here with glass of water, absolutely confused, Doppo walks in. He quietly get closer, then kneels, his head hitting floor.

"I'M SO SORRY. I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY-" its look like he will do that endlessly, so you just try to calm down him once again, just to finally understand what's going on. This time it was take a little bit more time cause Doppo was actually crying, asking if he should kill himself now or you will forgive him like that too.

Eventually, you will finally understand what's happened from Doppo's mumbles, and why Hifumi acts like that.

Now, you know both of them, and Doppo so glad you didn't get disgusted after see him acting like that, and you also not angry at Hifumi for his strange mood swings. You even ask if he trying to work on his fear with psychologist, you actually worried..! You're truly are from heaven. Despite he was absolutely ashamed due to this accident, Doppo just can't stop think how adorable and angelic you're, and the thought about getting closer makes his heart flutter.

You already accept his strange behavior, maybe you actually don't mind to be friends with him? And then.. something more..? He was dreaming about this both in work hours and in his house too, where Hifumi was teasing him about this a little. Hifumi was.. confused, honestly. Of course you scares him as much as others girl, but seeing Doppo being so madly in love.. He was a happy to his friend, so he really tries to look at you with more positive thoughts.

Doppo was falling in love deeper and deeper, and sometimes it was hard not to talk with someone. He didn't wants to bother Hifumi, due to his fear, but then Hifumi himself offering his help - he was listening to Doppo's mumbles about you, and how pretty you're, and you so kind, and you always help Doppo if he messed up in his reports..!

It was a little bit hard to listen about woman but Hifumi just smile and nod, trying to calm himself down. He hates people who don't make an effort but he himself haven't any progress with his fear, did HE actually make any effort in his path of healing? So he decided that this talks in evenings can be something like therapy, cause he's notice that he get a little bit used to you (well, at least to Doppo's small talks about you), and your name didn't cause wave of fear inside him, he just get a little bit nervous.

Well, but it's about Hifumi, when Doppo was trying to make at least something to slowly win you over. He was still a little bit shy to just talk with you and call you on date, but he start working with more serious face - he always pays huge attention at his work, but now he also wants to look better while doing it, not just look at screen with almost zombie expression. He try to act more cool and calm, more mature and serious. You always ask if he needs any help, why don't he do the same for you? Even if he already have few extra paperworks from others co-workers, you're more important.

That's when Hifumi suddenly come up with some idea - why don't you pay a visit to their house? He start to feel a little bit more confident now, so he wanna try to.. well, at least try to look at you at a distance of about a couple of meters and don't fall unconscious. When Doppo hears about that for the first time, he gets really annoyed, not really wishing to cleaning up all mess that Hifumi would probably cause in that situation.

But after a while, he think about that again. Well, even if Hifumi get scared, Doppo can just apologize and take you to his room so you would be all alone, he finally would have a chance to get to know you better. And if Hifumi would be actually okay it's also not bad, that's just mean that his friend finally start to healing. And also, if you would befriend Hifumi, Doppo would have an extra reason to talk with you and call you to their home. So, he would agree to this risky thing.

It would be actually pretty hard to him to invite to their home, he's so nervous..! What if you would take this wrong?! And what if you get scared or even start hate him or-

Oh, you didn't mind. He sigh peacefully, trying to act calm but inside his heart beats so fast as he just run around the whole world. You actually will spend you time with him and Hifumi.. it's just so great, he can't stop smiling widely for the rest of the day.

Should I say that it would be really awkward and dumb meeting? You don't know how to act so you will not scare Hifumi, Hifumi don't know how to act so he will not her scared himself, Doppo just sitting here absolutely scared already cause you actually sitting in his house with him and his best friend and you actually try to be as much polite as you can, don't being disturbed by Hifumi's sudden waves of fear and Doppo's awkwardness and mumbles.

You sit together just a little, so Hifumi wouldn't overstress himself. But as soon as Doppo close the door behind you, they look at each other.

"She's so kind, don't you think?" - he sigh dreamy with soft warm feeling in his chest.

"Huh.. Well, now I do understand why you call her angel.. " - Hifumi was more shy with you around but now his bubbly personality returns - "You know what? I don't even feel that bad, you should call her once again, hehe~"

But this is where everything was start to get worse.

Despite the fact that you actually start to hang out with him, Doppo still have such a low self-esteem, he's afraid he will messed up everything with his lack of luck and awkward behavior.

He also start to get more jealous, especially when he can clearly see that other man in company trying to flirt with you or just compliments you. How can they?! You just so precious, they don't deserve even look at you..! They always make fun of Doppo, he know they all hates him, and you the only one who smile when look at him, with actually kind smile, not mocking one. He just don't want to lose that little ray of sunshine in his dark office.

For some reason he doesn't mind you get closer to Hifumi too, but other men..? He can't allow that.

So he began to stalk. Just a little, he's too ashamed of himself but he just can't resist this urge, he wants to know how you spend your evenings when you not hanging out with him and Hifumi..! Also, you just so precious, so naive, what if something happened with you while you're walking home late at night from work?! He just trying to be protective a little.

He wouldn't say about this to Hifumi, he's embarrassed and know that it's bad and strange, he just lie he has an extra work so he would be home late.

But Hifumi is not a fool. He can see when his friend returns after long hours of working with papers, absolutely drained to the point he can't talk normally, or when he get home a little bit embarrassed, but with happy expression that he can't hide.

He would try to ask him about that one day. "Doppopo, stop lying to me! What are you doing in evenings? Do you get so closer to s/o that she's invite you to her house?~ hehehe, our Doppo is womanizer now?" he ask in sweet teasing tone, clearly joking, but Doppo was too nervous this last days, thoughts about being a creep bag him so much that he's finally break, crying and telling everything to Hifumi. He was afraid, but he know that his best friend would be more acceptable.. at least he hopes.

He would complain to Hifumi, and a lot. That here's so much other co-workers who's trying to befriend you, and he see how you hanging out with your other friends, you was so happy..! He just afraid to lose you, that he has no choice but to stalk you a little, just check you sometimes...!

Well.. Hifumi definitely was surprised. "Huh, so Doppo actually pretty serious about s/o, huh!!" - he sigh with feigned seriousness and then laugh. Actually.. he does mind~. He also get pretty interested in you, and it's still was a little bit too hard to talk with you, especially to ask about your life. But he wants to know too, he wants to know you better! Hifumi feel as he start to get used to your face, he even can look at you for pretty long time and even talk..! He wants more now! So, from this evening, this two will work in duet - Doppo would stalk you after work, just to get more information about you and your life, and Hifumi will lure you to come in their house more often. You cannot just leave him, when he finally have some progress with his fear, don't you? Why don't you spend your weekends with them, just to help Hifumi a little bit more? And he would bake something for you as a thanks, aren't that great?

You didn't notice how you start to spend more and more time with this two, forgetting about you other friends. You trying to plan your free time so you will get enough time for everything but always ended up with giving more attention to this two. But they was so nice and good, asking about how are you today, Doppo always ready to bitching about yours boss, and Hifumi always cook something delicious when you visit them. You was really surprised how can he know your food preferences so good but he just simply answered that as a great culinary specialists he have ability to easily guess something like that.

You thought everything would be like that for a long, long time. You didn't mind their strange behavior sometimes, you was happy to see them.. as your friends.

So, when you decided to tell them you finally find yourself a boyfriend they both look.. more surprised than happy. Hifumi smile awkwardly, giggling any try to congratulate you, when Doppo look at you with absolutely blank expression before burst into worried mumbles.

"A.. are you sure, s/o?! Is he actually.. is he actually that good?! What is he trying to just use you?!" - he was so scared that he almost start crying.

"Oi, oi, Doppo~po, don't you think you being a little bit overprotective? You're not her dad, hehe~" Hifumi try to calm him down but you can notice that he's also a little bit.. sad? Or confused, you can't really say.

After this evening they both didn't sleep for the whole night, thinking about plan. Doppo know who is your boyfriend, cause he already see you walking with him sometimes in evenings, he was more closer to you then others of your friends. They just need to decided how they gonna.. eliminate him.

***

So, late at night, two figures walks into dark streets, they both holding something in their arms, if some late passer-by had come closer to them he would notice that it was microphones.

They slowly walks, already know address of your boyfriend. Neither Hifumi nor Doppo was scared or nervous, they both was coldly determined as they got closer to his house, breaking inside. They quickly turn on their microphones when your boyfriend get up, scared to sudden noises.

It was a fast fight, after all, he was just a ordinary civilian and they both was rappers with some intention of protecting you. Should I say that Doppo almost immediately switch to his berserk mode and demolished almost whole apartment?

But they didn't plan to kill him. Hifumi's rap ability of control his opponent really help them today - they just make him delete all yours contacts from his phone and block you in all social media. If it was possible, they totally would hypnotize him to forget you completely, but they can't.

Next target was your home, they walks more quickly now, both excited that their plan worked pretty smoothly, sick delusional smiles on their faces. Oh darling, they already can't wait to see your face again..

You will wake up from quite noise, pretty scared. As you slowly get up from bed, as quiet as possible, you hear some footsteps, realising there's not only one, but two visitors. Trying to find your phone in dark, you suddenly hear click, as your bedroom's door opens, reveal two standing figures. Screaming, you back away and fall to the ground.

"Darling, sorry for making you wait for us..." you then look at them, realising it's Hifumi and Doppo, they both approach you confused figure slowly.

"Heheh, why so nervous? It's me, Hi~fu~mi!" - he steps closer, get down on one knee. He's so close to you, but absolutely not scared, it's opposite - his eyes look at you so obsessivly, his smirk looks more threatening, not as his familiar goofy smile.

"Don't you worry, darling, we already took care of everything..." - Doppo sit next to him, taking your trembling arm in his hands. He smiles widely with crazy look in his loving gaze, as he can't stop looking at your precious face - you just look so cute when you're scared..

It's so easily to scare you, to confuse you, aren't this mean they both need to take control over you? Doppo would always protect you from this cruel world, taking care of everyone who will try to search for you, and Hifumi would always treat you like a princess, makes sure you enjoying your life completely locked in their house.

"Come on, darling.. why don't you pay a visit to our home once again..? This time we will not let you go..♡"

[End]

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #doppo kannonzaka #doppo x reader #hypnosis mic doppo #hypmic doppo #hypmic hifumi #hifumi x reader #hifumi izanami #hypnosis mic Hifumi #yandere hypmic #yandere Doppo #yandere Hifumi

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jreads · 2 years

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Unexpected Constellations (Part 08)

Rating: Tame (I'm sorry, I know I promised smut.)

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: Like literally none?, Angst, Foul language, Mentions of men i guess, the scary L word.

A/N: Oh my goodness I feel so physically terrible. Sorry this took so long, I actually genuinely went to go touch grass and do some hiking for a bit and I've been recovering ever since. I had said that I would include smut for reblogs but I need you guys to know that I literally have no control over what happens in this fic. It is literally writing itself. Anyways, check the masterlist for tags and other parts. If you reblog, (i'm literally running out of ideas please take pity on me). Comment on this post or the masterlist to get added to the taglist! 🫣❤️

Apparently, Peli had given Din a serious scolding at the sight of the carbon scoring on the ship. And again, at your unconscious state in the hull. Nevertheless, the pit droids and the BD unit were happily at work when you emerged, and she was even happier to give you a hug and take the child into her care once again.

Din hadn’t exactly verbally agreed to your plan, but you sensed an unspoken sort of resignation from him. He had promised to not go venturing into Mos Eisley alone until it was time to leave, and Peli had sworn under oath that she would kick his ass to Felucia and back if he tried anything stupid.

Since you were already low on time, you didn’t linger in Hangar 3-5 for long. You shared a meal with the woman, Din having taken his portion to the Crest to eat, and packed up rather swiftly. You bore no weapons beyond the vibroknife, which was easily concealable and wouldn’t be noticed by transport security. What set you most on edge was the heavy pile of credits you wrapped and tucked into your pack, more than you had ever carried before. Cantonica was expensive, and you’d have to pay for a hotel room for the night, as well as food.

Din watched you scuttle about the hull, having finished his lunch, and having donned the helmet before you entered. It was unnerving, the way the visor tracked you as you moved, and yet the wearer remained too eerily silent.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something.” You turned to him, hands on your hips. He was sat, leaned against the ship’s wall, one knee pulled up with his forearm resting atop it. Though it seemed like he was looking at you, he didn’t respond.

“Din?” You tried again.

His posture exuded ease, but he seemed weary. You cocked your head at him.

“You don’t need to do this.” It was spoken softly, almost a whisper.

You were too late to stop yourself from sighing. “We talked about this. It’s the only way to—”

“That’s not what I mean.” He shifted against the wall, drawing his leg up closer. You tried, so often, to sense emotions from him but they often came in jumbles, unintelligible and confusing. It would have been much easier if you could read his features.

“It’s my bounty, my responsibility… you don’t even need to get involved.” There it was. Technically, he was right. Karga had given the Mandalorian the puck, and there had been no mention of you or your involvement. He had gotten jobs before in which you hadn’t helped him; you had stayed behind and looked after the kid while he put himself in harm’s way. But this was different. Now, it was very different.

You moved closer to him, and he rose slowly from the floor. “If I didn’t have a vested interest in it…” He looked down and nodded his head, as if he understood. But that wasn’t at all what you meant.

“…I’d still do it, Din.” You had preferred it when he was sitting. It was so hard to have any sort of authority when he towered over you like that. But even with your head angled up, you were firm in your assertion.

“I’d do it for you.”

There was a prolonged beat of silence and you panicked slightly, afraid you might have said too much.

But then his fingers brushed lightly over your cheekbone, and he muttered something quietly, probably in Mando’a.

You supressed a shiver. He kept doing this to you.

There were hundreds of thousands of reasons why you should be on edge right now: the plan, splitting up, the injury, the bounty, whatever the bounty meant…

But it all fell away when he put his hands on you. Like there wasn’t a single thing in the galaxy that mattered more than the brush of his skin against yours.

“I have to tell you—”

“Shh.” You brought a finger to his visor, where you could only suspect his mouth might be. “Not now… tell me later.”

Because you weren’t quite sure what he might say, and you didn’t need it to be any harder to walk away from him. He just looked at you, repeatedly brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You hadn’t the slightest idea what his touches meant. The intention behind them. Your idea of men had been painted with a very narrow lens, having spent so much time around those who were manipulative and cruel. But you had found it all too easy to trust this one, even with the armour around him, both physical and mental.

You closed your hand over his own. “Be careful.” Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered his arm, bringing yours with him. You watched him intertwine your fingers. It was dangerous to let yourself hope.

“I’ll see you soon.” He still didn’t answer. And so you backed up, and he held on, sliding his palm along yours until he was grasping at your fingertips. And then the connection severed.

You tried to steel yourself, to keep your back straight as you turned from him and grabbed your bag. This wasn’t goodbye. But it still felt hard. Usually, it was him who would leave you for days at a time, hunting down whatever quarry he had been tasked with. You wondered if he struggled with it too.

You didn’t turn back, not as you made your way down the ramp, not as you waved at Peli and the child, not as you turned the corner and entered the bustle of town.

But you knew he tracked you from the rooftops, crouching on the sandy dome of the transport office until you boarded the vessel and vanished from sight.

“So… Did you tell her?” Peli practically assaulted Din with the question when he re-entered the hangar bay. He supressed a groan.

“I didn’t think you were the type to play matchmaker.” She had been on about this for a while now. It had started with sly comments, and he had done his best to brush her off, or just flat out ignore her. But the woman was persistent.

She trailed him as he beelined for the Crest, desperately hoping for a bit of peace and quiet. “Hey now, I saw the looks she was giving you. Somethin’ changed.”

He had travelled across the stars, chased down some of the galaxy’s worst criminals, come face-to-face with fearsome creatures and yet, somehow, this conversation was what he would most like to avoid. He kept walking, cape billowing out behind him.

She jogged in from of him and planted her hands on her hips. “Either you tell me now, or I’m hiking your price.”

“You can’t be serious.” He went to step around her.

“Oh, I’m serious sweetie.”

He wasn’t sure if it was frustration or the fact that she called him sweetie that made him stop. “There’s nothing to tell.” He could hear the exasperation in his own voice even from under the helmet.

“Bantha shit! She loves you, you love her, whatever! Stop beating around the bush.” She threw her hands up. “What are you so afraid of?”

What was he so afraid of?

A lot.

Having you.

Losing you.

Telling you.

Messing it all up.

And above all, that word. That four-letter word that Peli had tossed around as carelessly as a pair of chance cubes.

Love.

Did he love you?

Yes.

Yes, that much was easy.

Could he overcome the fear of telling you and risk losing you?

That was much harder.

Peli’s features had softened. It must look absurd, him in all his armour, the portrait of unyielding violence, rendered speechless at the topic of love. He would like to kill something. Killing was so much easier.

She sighed. “It’s not fair to either of ya.” Fondly, he wondered why she couldn’t just mind her own business.

“I know.”

She nodded once, a definitive movement, before turning on her heel. “Then go on and do something about it.”

And when he strode up the ramp and your absence hit him like a blaster bolt to the stomach, he decided that he would.

To hell with the consequences.

Luckily, the covert had not moved since he had last visited.

Though oddly, he was quite nervous as he descended the ladder. For a variety of reasons.

First, he had been cast out, denounced as a Mandalorian, when he had admitted to the removal of his helmet in the presence of another. That had been his biggest worry in coming here.

He still considered himself a Mandalorian at heart, and he intended to explain not only the thoughts and meaning behind his actions, but also the steps he would take to rectify them. He had given it much thought.

But there was another reason why he was so anxious to return. And it had to do with what he carried in his pocket.

Two bars of pure beskar, taken from a crime lord’s trophy case whilst you and him had worked together on a bounty. He had recovered them after the child had been taken by Skywalker, and they had sat in a crate in the hull of the ship. He had been unsure of how to use them, until now.

He had his armour plates and Grogu had his chainmail…

Cautiously, he entered. The area was quiet, save for the looming presence of the Armourer. This was preferable; he hadn’t wanted to deal with any others today.

“So, Din Djarin returns.” Her voice seemed to fill the very air around him, wise and full of authority. “This is no longer your home.” She turned to face him. “What brings you here?”

He tried to pretend the words didn’t sting. But nevertheless, he was surprised to notice they did not hurt quite as much as he had expected.

This place was no longer his only home. These people were no longer his only family.

His voice was steady when he spoke. “I intend to seek the living waters of Mandalore to atone for my actions.” He withdrew the beskar from the bag at his side. “After all, everything I did was to protect my clan.”

He knew her attention was on the pieces as he placed them lightly upon the tabletop. She said nothing regarding his explanation. Well, it was better than flat-out denying him.

“I have need of your services.” He continued. She picked up the bars, sliding them between gloved fingers.

Finally, she turned her attention to him once more. “You are serious about your pardon, Din Djarin?”

He nodded once. “Yes.”

“It is said that the mines beneath Mandalore are lost forever. You will likely need to overcome great challenges to find them. It will be no easy task.”

He was unflinching in his response. “I have faith in my own abilities and my creed. I intend to see it through.”

There was a lengthy pause. She placed the beskar back onto the table, each bar side-by-side. Every muscle in his body was tense.

The blinking light of the stars and the warmth of flame reflected in her gilded helmet. She was sage in her reply. “Then it shall be done. This is the way.”

“This is the way.” He echoed.

“Then, what shall I craft for you?”

That was easier than he had expected. He let out a quiet breath of relief before responding. “Twin vambraces. Fit to female proportions… with the Mudhorn signet.”

She turned from the table and approached her tools, carefully selecting what she would require for the job.

“So, your clan is three now?” Din briefly let his mind wander back to you, particularly to the way you had yielded so easily to his touch aboard the Crest only a night prior. Frankly, he couldn’t help it. You seemed to have invaded every crevice of his mind, even the ones he had once thought closed and scarred over forever.

I’d do it for you. It echoed through him. The words he had wanted to share with you before you left came bubbling back to the surface, strong and insistent. The words Peli had prompted him to spit the hell out.

“Yes.” He had never been so sure of anything in his life. “It has been for a while.”

The Armourer retrieved the beskar from the table, placing it carefully into the fiery vat. “Does she understand the significance of this gift?”

Ah, yes. Because he would have to explain it to you. With the presence of the signet, you would know that it wasn’t simply a normal piece of armour. It was a claim, and a question, and a declaration.

He only hoped it wouldn’t be too much… wouldn’t be intimidating or overwhelming.

“She will.” He had considered you a part of his clan for some time. But, up until now, it had remained unspoken. The injury had been his final push towards this.

His thoughts were interspersed by the bubbling of the molten ore, and he was just distantly aware of the Armourer preparing the moulds.

The fear he had felt when you were unconscious was all-pervading. It was only after he had rested for several hours and checked your vitals more times than he could count that he realized exactly what had happened in that cockpit after he had activated the hyperdrive.

He hadn’t even considered the removal of his helmet. No part of him had second-guessed the action before he made it. He valued his creed, so much, but he had come to realize that he valued two things more.

And with that depth of connection, of care and empathy and passion, it was silly to pretend it was anything less.

For the first time ever, when the Armourer lifted her hammer, the flashbacks he beheld in the sparks were not of the trauma of his past.

Canto Bight was already a bustle of activity by the time you landed. You tried not to let yourself get swept up in the glamour of it all but, maker, it was beautiful.

In the early afternoon, you were able to admire the architecture, the cleanliness of the streets and, most interestingly, the cutting-edge fashion of the visitors. You had never seen such a variety of rich fabrics, beading, and detail before. Almost selfishly, some part of you yearned for it.

Your train of thought was regularly interspersed by the memory of why you were there. In the hour you had been on the ground, you had picked out more hunters than you could count, recognizable by the heavy weaponry they kept strapped to their sides. You had narrowly avoided a skirmish between a human and a Wookie, and it was pretty easy to tell who the winner of that particular battle would be.

Mercifully, you had not drawn any persistent stares. Though you weren’t exactly dressed the part of the wealthy visitor, with your lack of equipment, it was easy to mistake you for a servant or employee. Without the Mandalorian, you were unremarkable.

And though the anonymity was exactly what you had wanted, the loss of him at your side felt like a phantom limb.

You had scouted the perimeter of the casino as soon as you landed and marked potential areas for Din to access the skylight you had identified earlier. The dull ache in your leg had sharpened into a persistent pain from the long walk, and now you were seeking a place to sit for a moment and regain some strength.

There was another issue that had presented itself along the way. If you were to gain access to the auction as a guest, you would need to look the part. You had brought a hefty sum of credits with you to afford lodging for the night but had not budgeted enough towards what you would need to wear.

And the designers here were all kriffing expensive. Of course they would be. This town was the pinnacle of glamour, and the streets were a veritable fashion show.

You had ducked into a cheaper atelier to try on a simple black number. Mercifully, the price had been within your range.

But in the dim light of the showroom, while you had stood atop a pedestal, the designer milling around with pins in her mouth, you knew the dress wasn’t a possibility.

It was tight around the waist, with flowing sleeves that seemed to blend effortlessly into the heavy skirts. It was well made, but the reflection you beheld in the mirror was too familiar.

The fabric, the drape, the way it shaped you… it reminded you too much of Sith robes. And you had tried to be patient while the lady had asked you how you liked it, had complimented how it suited you. But bile had been rising in your mouth, and you started to get quite dizzy and you could have sworn, just for a moment, that you beheld saffron irises once more in your reflection.

You hadn’t been able to get out of that store fast enough.

The cool air was a relief, and you took deep breaths, lifting your face to the sun. You wished, for perhaps the twentieth time that Din was there with you. He’d have some absurdly well-worded sentence of reassurance, or simply just the comfort of his presence. You had come to rely on it heavily.

The streets grew quieter the farther you ventured from the casino. There were bakeries selling sweet-smelling delicacies, jewelry stores catching the light of the sun and bedecking the lane in a rainbow of sparkles and…

You gasped lightly as the spectacle in front of you. A particularly garish stone in the jewelry window had thrown a barrage of light at the storefront opposite it, bringing your attention to a dress on display at the front.

It wasn’t fair to describe it as a dress. It was truly a piece of art. Something about it struck you as familiar, and before you could question your actions, you had swung the door to the shop open.

A surprised young Twi’lek greeted you from over the counter. “Can I help you?”

Her voice was beautifully accented and as you stood in the entryway of her store, slightly dumbfounded, she tilted her head at you, a light smile and kind eyes.

Finally, you managed to break free of your daze. “The dress in the window… I’d like to try it on.” You expected it would be way past your budget. You also expected her to turn you away entirely, not offer a surprised look.

“Of course!” Her eyes were bright, almost relieved. “Please come this way.”

She led you to an offshoot of the main room and gestured to a simple stool in the middle. There was one large mirror in front of you, so at odds with the ostentatious look of the shop you had visited before.

Hurriedly, the Twi’lek jogged back towards the front, carefully stripping the dress off the display form and cradling it as if it were a newborn child. You took off your jacket while you waited.

She retrieved a few other things from the desk before returning to you. A handful of pins, a measuring tape and a datapad, which were all laid on the floor to the side of the stool.

Masterfully, she separated a large swath of fabric from the body of the dress, holding out the form-fitting black piece to you. “There’s a changing room just behind that curtain.” She gestured behind you. “If you put this on, I’ll tailor the rest of the fabric to your size.”

You took the item from her, nodding your head in understanding before turning to the space she had indicated. This was much preferable to the other store, where they had insisted upon changing each client in a public area. The judging eyes had been near unbearable.

Pulling the drape closed behind you, you quickly changed out of your clothing, taking extra care not to disrupt the bandage still neatly clasped around your leg. You had asked Din to clean it one more time before you departed. Truthfully, there wasn’t much blood on the gauze at all, you’d simply wanted an excuse to feel his hands on you again. Shameless.

You shimmied into the black garment. It was sleeveless and ribbed, thick and snug, though the skirt was a lot shorter than what you were used to. The bandage was on display, and you hoped the Twi’lek wouldn’t ask about it.

Taking a deep breath, you brushed the curtain back and re-entered the fitting area.

The woman gasped with delight. A smile, a real smile, broke unrestrained across her face and she clapped her hands together once. “Oh, thank the maker, it’s perfect!” Not a word about the wrap around your thigh. For some reason you started to feel a bit shy.

After helping you up onto the stool, she turned to get the piece of fabric from where it was draped over an armchair. It was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

As she worked on unfolding it, she chatted, softly but enthusiastically. “What brings you to Canto Bight?”

You laughed. “Is it that easy to tell I’m not from around here?”

She eyed you in the reflection of the mirror. “I know a genuine person when I see one.” There was a hidden emotion behind her words.

You couldn’t help but inquire. “No love for the locals?”

This time when she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes. “If I may speak freely?”

You nodded.

“It’s very hard… to live here.” She started at your waist, placing the corner at a hip bone, and wrapping around. It would need alteration, so she stuck a pin in at the meeting point.

The rippling of the light fabric was breathtaking. It felt smooth as water as it descended to a train at your feet. She continued talking as she shaped it to your body.

“Perhaps I should have foreseen it would be difficult to make a name for myself but…” She trailed off, toying with a fold of the cloth. “I didn’t expect so many people to resent me for who I am.”

“What do you mean?” You could see the pain in the way she furrowed her brow.

She nimbly folded another pin in the fabric. “Twi’leks, specifically women, have somewhat of a reputation in the galaxy, simply for trying to make a living, trying to make ends meet.” She was focused on her work, but you could see the tension in her body language. “But this reputation, it follows us around, even as we move and live and work in different areas, have different professions.”

You knew what she meant. There was no need to elaborate.

“But it frustrates me, you know, the lack of respect we get. Especially when we are so deserving.” She motioned around the store.

“I work so hard to make these things and I know… I know my work is good.”

Her work wasn’t just good.

A thinner piece of attached fabric was brought up to your shoulder and left to drape down your back in a one-sided cape. She toyed with the spread of it across your collarbone.

“They think they know who I am, but they won’t give me the chance to show them who I want to be.”

“Well, they’re all bigots and frauds anyway.” She laughed lightly at your comment. “I know you don’t need me to tell you how good you are, but I have to remark on it anyway.”

A flush rose to her cheeks and she nodded once in acknowledgement and thanks. Her hand fiddled with the hem of the skirts. “I must ask you something then.”

“Of course.”

She met your eyes once again through the mirror as she crouched to be level with the base of the skirts. “I am very proud of this dress.” She let the material run through her fingers. “It has been in that window since I opened this store, and I feel I am not ready to part with it yet.”

You tried not to let your disappointment show as you nodded in understanding.

“But, I would love for you to wear it, where you are going. All I ask is that you tell people who ask about it… about me. I think if people meet my work before they meet me, perhaps we can trick them into being more open-minded. All I ask is you return it sometime after.” Her eyes were keen, eager. “I cannot think of anyone more suited to model it than you.”

It was your turn to blush from the compliment. “It would be an honour.” She picked up the datapad, pressing a few buttons before setting it back down and rising to full height.

“Then it is decided.” She reached out her hand. “My name is Maya.”

She had slender, nimble fingers but a firm handshake. You gave your name in return. When she finally brought her attention back to her work, there was an easy smile on her face and a more relaxed energy in her stance.

As she placed it, the natural fall of the material made a high slit on your leg, still leaving the bandage visible. She noted it, seemingly for the first time and said: “It is best if this does not show… It will draw attention. I will switch the slit to the opposite side, yes?”

You tensed, just slightly, and she picked up on your silence, your stiffness. She shot you a knowing look. “I was in the market today. I have heard the news. I know why you are here.” She smiled that charming smile again. “It is not in my nature to underestimate a woman.”

On reflex alone, you reached out, trying to read her emotions. All you gleaned was curiosity, humour and a hint of… was it admiration? You relaxed. Her eyes were still on you, waiting expectantly.

“If it’s not too much work, yes, having the slit on the other side would be better.”

She hummed in agreement.

“Thank you, by the way.”

She waved off your words, undoing the waist and sticking the pin between her teeth. “You will have someone helping you, yes?”

“Yes, I have a…” You paused. What could you even call him? “…a partner.” Your voice held a dubious and hesitant tone.

Her brow furrowed. “I thought people in your profession usually worked alone?”

“Oh!” You tried to correct her, fumbling with your words. “I’m not actually… it’s my partner, he’s…” You trailed off again. “It’s complicated.”

You had her full attention now, eyes narrowed and focused as she grinned cheekily at you.

“Ah, so you’re in love with him?”

Your stomach just about hit the floor. “What makes you say that?”

That smile stayed plastered on her elven features. “If he is in this profession and you are not… it would mean you have a very good reason to stay and help him.” She cocked her head to the side. “And if he was paying you, you wouldn’t have referred to him as your partner.”

Well, she kind of had you there. You desperately tried to recover. “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

She hummed once more, her focus returning to her work again.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, brows lowering of their own accord. It wasn’t all that complicated, was it? You joined for the kid and stayed because you came to care about them… both of them. In some bone-crushing, soul-constricting way that made it hard to breathe sometimes. Simple. Not complicated.

But with Mando it was different from the child. It had been for a long, long time. You felt safe around him, went into a panic anytime he was hurt, you were off-balance, disequilibrated whenever he wasn’t around, and your thoughts of him often bordered on the improper…

You had only let yourself think about it once. When you had written that parting letter for him and left it on the Razor Crest dashboard. The letter that he never gotten to read… and likely never would.

Maker, you loved him. You were in love with him.

Shit.

You chewed at the corner of your lip. Maya seemed to note the action. “Glad to be of service.” she spoke quietly.

Only when she turned the mirror’s display light on did you realize why you had found the dress so familiar.

The silky silver fabric, shot with swirling veins of dark grey, was reminiscent of another material you were quite fond of.

In the soft golden light, the skirts and the cape that flowed around you looked exactly like beskar.

The dress hung from the deck doors of your suite, blowing lightly in the crisp breeze. You had taken your time in the luxurious shower, running fresh-smelling gels through your hair, and savouring the relaxing fall of the warm water.

“Din?” You now lay on your back on the patio, soaking in the last rays of sun, the comm grasped in your right hand. He should have been here by now. The sharp tang of worry seared through you, along with a more somber emotion.

You missed him.

You tried again. “Din, are you there?”

Silence. And then—

The device crackled. You relaxed when you heard the familiar modulated voice. “I’m here. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” There were so many things you wanted to say. Eventually, you settled for: “You’re late.”

He chuckled, the sound raspy and broken. “I had a stop to make along the way. I’ll be there soon.”

I miss you. For whatever reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. A moment of silence passed.

“Are you sure you’re alright.” Maker, for someone who claimed you had mind reading capabilities, he was scarily good at picking up on your behaviour.

“Yeah. I just…” Why was it so kriffing hard to say? “How was Grogu?” You tried to fight a grimace at the obvious change in topic.

If Din noticed, he said nothing. “Good. He fussed a bit. Wouldn’t stay in his cradle until I gave him your shirt.” You smiled wide at the information.

“I told Peli we’d be three nights at most.” Three nights. Not the two it would likely require to get the job done. He had accounted for an extra one. Why?

You didn’t have to courage to ask right now. “Okay.”

In an attempt to break the silence, you filled him in on the recon you had done earlier. “I scouted the path we talked about from the ground. Distances between buildings aren’t too bad, it should be okay.”

“All right, I’ll land on the east then, like we planned.” Some of his words were cut by the communicator’s bad connection.

In a few hours, you would have to start getting ready. You wanted to make it to the casino rather early, to try and establish rapport with some of the attendees before the auction even began.

The beginning of the familiar buzz of nerves had started in your temples and you had taken a large sip of some liquor in the hotel cabinet to keep it at bay. It had worked… somewhat. But nothing could calm you quite like he could.

“Din?” The line was quiet. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.” The sound was fuzzy, unclear. He must be in hyperspace. You paused again, cursing yourself inwardly for your cowardice. You wanted to throw something, to yell. Instead, you took a very deep breath, lifting your eyes up to the sky, to the infinitesimally faint appearance of the stars he was surely careening past right now, to get to the planet, to get to you.

The words were out before you could second guess them even more. “I miss you.”

You closed your eyes, squeezing the comm so tightly in your hand, so hard you thought it might break.

For what felt like an eternity, there was no reply. And then, a barrage of static. Followed by once sentence that made your vision go blurry.

“I miss you too.”

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Party Etiquette

Warnings: language (cursing), slight alcohol usage (not enough to delegitamize consent), making out, sexual situations(?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Eddie asks if you’re going to a party. You decided you’re definitely going now.

Word Count: 4,633

AN: in this universe, Eddie’s still an outcast but it’s a little less extreme, also Chrissy and Jason aren’t a thing (not super important but makes sense). P.S. this is my first time writing so constructive criticism pls <3

You glance over at your brother, Dustin, while Amelia gushes over the flowers Jason brought her that morning. Your eyes fall onto the boy Dustin’s sitting next to: Eddie Munson.

You’d gotten to know Eddie through Dustin the past few months after school started. Eddie Munson who apparently used Aqua Net Hairspray to control his frizz on humid days. Eddie Munson who’d only ever spent time playing his guitar and hanging out with his friends (with the occasional “business” deal here and there).

You realize you’d been staring in their direction when your brother waves over to you from across the cafeteria with a smile. As you wave back you notice Eddie looking over at you after Dustin’s attention was given to someone other than him. He gives you a confused look as he regains Dustin’s attention.

Amelia gains your attention by clapping in your face asking, “(y/n), did you even hear what I said?”

“Um, no sorry,” you said apologetically, “What’d you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to come to the party Jason invited me to tonight,” she says exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why you keep looking at Dustin, he’s practically sealed his fate sitting with the Hellfire club everyday. Don’t even get me started with those shirts they wear. Ugh.”

“Hey, from what I’ve heard, they’re not all that bad. Apparently all they do is play Dungeons and Dragons, talk about girls, and drive around,” you defend them, trying to divert the conversation from her question.

“Mhm, sure, so what about that party tonight?” she asks again.

“Are you sure Jason would even want me coming? I mean, I’ve barely even talked to him, only when I’m with you.”

Amelia rolls her eyes as she says, “Oh please, I already asked him when he invited me. He said I could bring anyone as long as I brought myself. I think he really wants me there,” she says sighing.

The bell rings as you start to pack everything back into your lunch box. “Umm, I don’t know. I’ll think about it and call you after school but I have to get to history.”

She stands to walk out of the cafeteria with you, “Ok, ok, I’ll be waiting by the phone stewing in anticipation,” she says through a laugh, waving goodbye, and turning left while you turn right.

You sit in the back of Mr. Ronon’s history class, coincidentally a few seats down the row from Eddie. Maybe you did it on purpose the first day of school, wanting to sit next to the hot third-year senior, maybe not. Picking at your manicured nails while Mr. Ronon drones on about the passengers of the Mayflower, a note is placed on your desk.

“your brother talks about you a lot. you coming to jason’s party tonight?”

-eddie

You look up to see Eddie paying attention to the lesson. That’s a first, you think to yourself as you scribble on a new piece of paper.

“I was invited, maybe. Why?”

It gets passed back to Eddie by the two students sitting between you. He smiles to himself and writes a response on the back of the paper you sent to him.

“got a couple clients asking me to be there. wanted to see if someone actually cool was going to be there.”

When the note makes it back to you, you think of something good to respond with. You were going to play into whatever game he was playing.

“Guess you’ll just have to see.”

Trying not to pay attention to his response, you focus back onto the lesson while counting the seconds tick by on the clock above the chalkboard.

Dustin races out of your car and up to the front door. “Dammit!” he screams, “(y/n), hurry up! I forgot my key.”

You unlock the door for him and ask, “Jesus, why are you in such a rush? Got a hot phone call with Suzie you’re late for?”

“Ewww, gross, but no. I’m waiting for a call from Eddie. He says he got invited to a party tonight and might bring me and Mike along so we can see what a real high school party is like. Isn’t that so fun? He said he’s be doing ‘business’ deals the whole time, whatever that means. But, (y/n), my first high school party, I should call Steve to see what to wear.” he rambles on as the two of you make your way to the kitchen to make a snack.

“I’m sorry, Eddie’s taking you to the party?” you ask, shocked. “And he’s going to be doing ‘business’ deals while you’re there?!”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?” Dustin asks cluelessly.

“Oh, buddy, you’ll learn when you’re a bit older,” you laugh, “Ask me again when you’re sixteen. But hey, luckily for you, I’ll be at the party too. You know, to keep an eye on you,” you say with a wink.

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Who invited you anyway?”

“Technically, Jason. But I’m going for Amelia.” And for Eddie you think as you explain things to your brother. “Did Eddie mention what time the party started? Because Amelia failed to mention that today.”

“Yeah, it starts at 9, but Eddie said all the cool people don’t show up until like 10:30,” Dustin explains to you while you pour two bowls of Cap’n Crunch.

“Ok, well, Jason only lives like two blocks away so we can start walking at 10:15. Does that work for you?”

Dustin grabs two spoons from the silverware drawer and says, “Oh, actually, Eddie said he’d pick me up. He told me he doesn’t drink while doing ‘business’ and that’s the only thing he’s doing tonight so it’ll be all good. I can ask him to take you too if you want?”

A look of indecision crosses your face, “Oh no, I’m sure Amelia or someone else could take me. And I could always walk too,” you say as you grab your bowl and take it down the hall to your room.

In your room, you’re holding the phone to your ear and eating the Cap’n Crunch. The phone rings while you wait for Amelia to answer.

“Hello, this is the Richardson household,” you hear her mom say.

“Hi Mrs. Richardson, it’s (y/n), could you ask Amelia to answer the phone?” you say to her.

“Oh of course darling, one second,” you hear a muffled scream of Amelia’s name as Mrs. Richards puts the phone back to her ear. “How’s your mom sweetheart? Is she still upset over Mews?”

“Oh, no ma’am, me and Dustin got her a new cat and she’s so happy now. I’m sure she’d love to get together with you and the girls. You know, maybe play some bridge tonight?” you suggest to Amelia’s mom.

“Aww, honey, you’re so sweet. I’ll be sure to-” Mrs. Richardson gets cut off.

“Hello, (y/n)?” you both hear Amelia say over the line.

“I guess I’ll go now, nice talking to you (y/n),” Amelia’s mom says as she puts the phone back on the receiver.

“Hey bitch, what’s up? You coming to the party or not?” Amelia asks.

You sigh into the phone, setting the bowl on your bedside table, “Yes, I am. Dustin’s going and this cute guy from my history class is too. I have to keep an eye on Dusty and this guy asked me if I was going and I said maybe and I-” Amelia cuts of your rambling.

“This cute guy, does he happen to be Eddie Munson?” she asks with a hidden smile on the other side of the phone.

“W-what, girl what do you think you’re talking about?” your voice is suspiciously high-pitched as you respond.

“It’s kind of obvious, (y/n). I mean, think about it. You’re always staring over at Dustin. Who sits next to Dustin? Eddie. Who’s in your history class? Eddie. Who goes to parties? Eddie. Who do you definitely have a crush on? Eddie.” she explains. You know there’s so much more that she could go into and you’re thankful she didn’t. You’re reminded why she’s your best friend all over again. She can know everything about you without you even saying a thing.

“Jesus, am I really that bad at hiding my crush?” you ask with a huff.

“No girl, trust me, no one else can tell. I just know you that well,” she laughs.

“Ok, then yeah, I’m going because Eddie asked if I’d be there. Which, surprisingly, you’re ok about? I thought you hated Eddie?” you asked.

“I mean, I don’t hate him. He’s a little weird that’s for sure, but he seems to make you happy, and I love that he makes your little brother happy. In fact,” she continues, “I respect him a little bit. He’s so…himself no matter how anyone treats him. And he’s always so nice. I’ve definitely never had a negative interaction with him.”

“Hold up. When have you ever had an interaction with Eddie Munson?” you ask out of confusion.

“Oh, you know, after him and Jason worked out their issues, Jason became a regular ‘customer’ and I’ve gone with him a few times after school.”

“Wow, Jason Carver, one of Eddie’s ‘customers’. Who would’ve thought,” you wonder aloud. You continue, “But yeah, I’m going for Eddie but also mostly for you and Dustin. How are you getting to Jason’s?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry but I’m riding over with Natalie early to hang out with Jason and Patrick before the party starts. We’re also spending the night. I’m sorry, I would’ve told you earlier but Natalie and Jason ambushed me after 7th period today.” she apologizes.

“Babe, it’s ok, I’ll just walk or catch a ride with Dusty. Spending the night with Jason? Do you have protection?” you ask seriously.

“Oh my god, (y/n), you’re so embarrassing. But yes, I do. Don’t worry, you won’t become an aunt anytime soon. Do you have protection?” she asks jokingly.

“Don’t even try with me girl.” you warn.

“Ok, ok, well tell me more about what you like about Eddie. We need to come up for a plan for you two tonight. He’s obviously into you if he asked if you’d be there. We gotta get you two together. Tonight.” she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a snap.

As you go on and on about Eddie you don’t notice Dustin standing outside your door listening to you. He plans to tell all of this to Eddie as soon as he calls. Speaking of Eddie, he’d been trying to call the Henderson household for about an hour as he gives up and just heads over. It’s not like he’d never been over before, he’d just never been over uninvited. He hoped your mom wasn’t home, she always seemed a little scared of him.

Dustin hops in the shower to start getting ready for the party as Eddie hops into his van. You continue on the phone as you hear the shower start and tell Amelia you’ve got to go to get ready.

The doorbell rings and Dustin yells from the shower, “(Y/N), GET THE DOOR I’M NAKED!”

“Woah, you’re naked in the shower? I didn’t know you were supposed to do that,” you shout back obviously, adding on, “You better be out in 10 minutes. There’s only 2 hours until we have to leave and I have to shower too!”

You jog down the hallway to answer the door. Swinging it open to reveal a rosy-cheeked, droopy-eyed Eddie Munson. He stops picking at his jacket when he hears the door open, surprised to see you. He’s too busy taking in the jeans and t-shirt you’d worn to school that day and the way your eyes are shining in the moonlight that illuminated your door step.

“Umm, hi?” you say.

“O-oh, yeah, hi. I’m, um, I’m here for Dustin. To take him to the party.”

“Aren’t you like,” you look down at your watch, “2 hours early?” you question; keeping your cool obviously better than he is.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and stands taller, leaning agains the door frame on one arm. “ I came early, phone line was busy, needed to talk to him about party etiquette, you know.”

“Umm, sure. He’s in the shower but you can wait in his room. I’ll let him know you’re here,” you say while stepping back and opening the door to let him in.

He walks past you, “Thanks sweetheart,” he says with a wink.

You hope he doesn’t notice the heat rush to your cheeks as you close the door and head to the hallway with him hot on your heels. Eddie abandons you halfway down the hallway to go into Dustin’s room. Noticing the shower had turned off, you walk into the bathroom, bypassing the unlocked door.

“Heyyyy, dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dustin asks, shocked and luckily already wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, can it. What is Eddie Munson doing in your bedroom right now? I thought you said he wouldn’t be here until like 10? I have to take a shower, Dustin, how am I supposed to do that with him right down the hall?” you huff at him.

“I don’t know why Eddie’s here but it’s fine, you can still shower. I’ll make sure he stays in my room. Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, I do, thanks. Amelia’s leaving early and staying the night.” you explain.

“Ok, I’ll ask Eddie and let you know.”

“Cool, thanks, now get out. I only have 2 hours to get ready. Bye!” you say as you close the door on him, still trying to talk to you about tonight.

You take your shower with no more issues, planning out your outfit in your head. You decide to go mostly casual: high-waisted, ripped jeans, a red tanktop, and your white sneakers. The perfect outfit for going out in November.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around your still dripping body and go to brush your hair in front of the mirror. While brushing, your mind wanders to Eddie. Eddie Munson who’d asked if you’d be at the party. Eddie Munson who was in your little brother’s bedroom teaching him party edicate, whatever that meant. Eddie Munson who had to pee.

“...Ok, and that’s how you always win at pong, literally always, never been defeated.” Eddie finishes his tangent.

“Yeah, dude, I get it. I’ve gotten it for the past 30 minutes,” Dustin laughs.

“Whatever, Dustin, you just don’t understand. Hey, dude, I gotta pee. You think your sister’s done in the bathroom yet?” he asks.

“I don’t know, probably. The water’s been off for like 10 minutes. Just go knock and find out,” Dustin huggs while looking for an outfit to wear.

“Ok,” Eddie says as he pushes himself off the bed and walks out the door.

You don’t hear his heavy, booted footsteps coming towards you down the hall and swing the bathroom door open, a cloud of steam following you out of the room. Your steps halt as you see Eddie, halfway down the hallway staring at you.

Eddie can’t believe his eyes. (y/n) Henderson fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and still dripping wet. He tries to keep his cool as he says, “Hey sweetheart, sorry, thought you were in your room already.” His eyes roam your body as he explains.

“Oh–um,” you cough, “Yeah, all good. No worries,” you mumble as you look anywhere than at him.

“You know, we leave in 30 minutes, I hope you don’t plan on wearing just that towel. Might attract a bit too much attention,” Eddie says slowly as he walks towards you, backing you into the wall next to your bedroom door.

He’s looking down at you now, leaning on his arm above your head, as you finally meet his eyes. He licks his lips as he looks down from your eyes to your nose, down to the cleavage visible from the top of the towel, back up to your face: scanning your features like he’s trying to memorize them. You scan your mind for something witty to say back. He might’ve caught you off-guard but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Just wait, Munson, I’ve got something much better than this old towel planned,” you whisper to him.

He lowers his face even closer to yours, his other hand coming to hover over your waist. His lips brush over yours as he whispers, “Good, I can’t wait to see it.” He turns around to go to the bathroom leaving you breathless right outside your bedroom door.

Inside your bedroom you decide two things. One: you need to find a way better outfit to wear to the party. And two: you can’t ride with Eddie and your brother after what just happened. Plus, you want him caught off-guard by your outfit at the party, not in your living room.

Looking through your closet you decide to keep the jeans and shoes from the original outfit. For your top, you decide on a Madonna-esque black, mesh crop top with just a red bra underneath.

After finalizing the outfit, you call around to see who else you could get a ride from this close to the party starting. Leslie, from your English class, is going and isn’t planning on showing up until 11. She offers you the last open seat in her car as you mentally check that last task from your list.

“DUSTIN, COME HERE!” You yell across the hallway, still dressed in a towel.

Dustin comes running out of his room, “What?” he asks, exasperated.

“I’m not riding with you and Eddie anymore, I’m riding with Leslie. Don’t wait up for me,” you say, eyes drifting up to land on Eddie standing in Dustin’s doorway.

You close the door and start getting dressed. While your doing your makeup, you hear Eddie’s van peel out of the driveway and get started on your own little pre-party. The KISS record on your record player gets turned up as you pull the bottle of vodka from under your bed.

Finishing the last strokes of mascara, you pour yourself a shot and take it. As you feel the burn in your throat, the sound of Leslie’s station wagon’s horn sounds from the street. Your shoes are pulled on in a rush and you’re bounding out of the house and into Leslie’s back seat.

You’d been at the party for about half an hour, eyes constantly scanning the sea of people. You don’t want to admit that you’re looking for Eddie, but you’re looking for Eddie. Deciding to do anything other than stand in the corner, you head towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

In the kitchen, you run into Dustin. A drunk Dustin, apparently.

“(y/nnnnn),” he whines, “I feel funny. Eddie said I shouldn’t have too much but I don’t know how much is too much,” he spills what’s left in the cup all over the floor as he stumble towards you.

You take the cup and cringe at how strongly the left-over contents smell of alcohol. “Jesus Dustin, how much of this have you had to drink? Who made it?” you fire out questions to him.

“I’ve only had one cup, Eddie made it,” he hiccups to you.

You lean down a little to help him stand as you sigh, “Ok buddy, let’s just get you to the couch and you can leave with me or Eddie, whoever leaves first. Does that sound good?”

He nods as you lead him toward the couch, “Yeah, sis, sounds good.”

After setting him down, you run into Chrissy and Natalie on your way back to the kitchen; catching up with them as you pour yourself a drink. The three of you chat in the kitchen for a bit when Amelia comes walking up to you. She invites all of you to join a game of spin the bottle that’d started in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. Natalie and Chrissy head upstairs as you hesitate.

“Come on (y/n),” Amelia pleads, “Jason got Eddie to stick around and play?” She knew saying that would make you perk up and follow her to the bedroom. Not before making sure Dustin would be ok for a little bit and ensuring someone would be checking on him every few minutes.

Following Amelia up the stairs has you nervous. You down the rest of your drink and prepare to face Eddie Munson. Amelia pushes the door open and you follow behind her, taking in everyone else. You don’t know everyone but you recognize Natalie, Chrissy, Patrick, Jason, and Eddie. You take in Eddie as he seemingly takes you in as well. He’s wearing the same thing that he was at school: his Hellfire shirt, leather jacket with a denim vest over, ripped black jeans, and his black boots.

He notices you immediately. You were right he thinks to himself you had something way better than that towel planned. He can’t help but drink in your appearance. You’d curled your hair and done your makeup, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. That shirt. You had on a practically see-through shirt with just a bra underneath and he was not happy about it. He was so not happy that everyone else got to see you like that.

You take a seat in the circle across from Eddie, still looking at you, as Jason explains the rules.

“Ok, so it’s like 7 minutes in heaven and spin the bottle. Someone spins the bottle, them and who it lands on go into the closet for 7 minutes. We’ve got 2 closets up here so 2 groups can go at once. Got it?” Everyone nods after he asks the question. The first person to spin is Amelia. As fate would have it, the empty wine bottle lands on Jason. You give her a nudge and she smiles at you as she gets up and follows him into the closet in the room.

Patrick speaks up, “Ok, (y/n), you spin next. The other closet is right outside the door to the left.”

“Ok,” you breathe shakily as you reach out to spin the bottle. Your eyes are locked on the bottle as it spins and spins. You’re shaking in anticipation, silently praying, as the bottle comes to a stop: pointed directly at Eddie. Everyone looks at each other and snickers, smiling as Eddie looks up from the bottle: eyes glued to you.

You look at him across the circle, as he stands and walks towards you. He steps between you and Natalie and extends his hand to help you stand. You take it and follow him out the door, closing it behind you. He leads you left down the hallway, still holding your hand and opens the closet door for you.

The silence behind the closed closet door is suffocating. “Sooo,” you whisper, looking up at him pressed against you due to the size of the closet, “I think you gave my brother alcohol poisoning.”

He laughs and you can feel his breath across your face. “Please, I only put like a shot and a half in that drink. It was mostly lemonade.”

“Mhm, sure,” you mumble, stealing a glance at his lips.

He notices, as he does the same thing, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. His hands come to rest on your waist as he lowers his face to yours.

“This ok?” he asks, nudging your nose with his.

Words seem to fail you at this moment so reply by grabbing his shoulders and slamming his lips onto yours. The kiss burns. It’s hot and it’s fast, his teeth slamming into yours. Lips moving together with fervor, wanting anything they can get. His tongue brushes against your lips and you let out a breathy moan. Eddie takes advantage and pushes his tongue into your mouth as he presses his body into yours. Your hands are reaching into his hair and pulling. He grunts and presses his body imbossibly further into yours, allowing you to feel the hardness in his jeans press against your stomach.

His hands are racing all over your body. They move up from your waist to hold your cheeks, then down to cup your upper thighs. He picks you up to hold you between him and the wall, the kiss deepening even more as he massages your thighs through your jeans. You tug his hair again and his hands land back on your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin there. They come up under your mesh shirt and begin to tug on the bottom. He pulls away from the kiss, tugging your bottom lip along the way.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I haven’t done this before,” he says pulling away to lift the shirt off your body. His lips return to your skin, making his way along your jaw as his hands come up to cup your ribs.

“What?” you huff, squeezing his shoulder with one hand, “gotten locked in a closet with me?”

Eddie kisses and nips his way from your jaw down your neck. Leaving little red splotches to mark his path that you knew you’d have to hide from your mom later. His hands ghost higher until they’re squeezing and massaging.

He sucks hard on the juction between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp, “You know what I mean. Can’t believe you let other people see you like this. Nope, mark my words, you’re mine now,” he promises roughly, “And God, these tits, can’t believe you hid these from me,” he hisses, pinching you’re nipples through the padding of your bra.

You whimper at his actions and pull him back up to your mouth by his hair, Jesus Christ this man you think, and begin to take off his denim vest when you hear the doorknob jiggle below you.

“There’s no way it’s been 7 minutes,” he mumbles against your lips as you both freeze.

“(y/n)! Eddie! Are you in there? I want to go home. Someone told me you’d be in here,” you both sigh as you hear Dustin yell from the hallway. However, Dustin realizes the door wasn’t locked, it was just jammed. He pushed with all his strength and broke his way into the closet. He was met with the glorious sight of his sister, shirtless, and held up against the wall by his best friend.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” he screams, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER DUDE? THAT’S MY SISTER! LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. EDDIE THIS IS SO NOT GOOD PARTY ETIQUETTE! YOU TOLD ME GENTLEMEN ALWAYS FIND A ROOM AND MAKE SURE TO LOCK THE DOOR. THAT DOOR WAS NOT LOCKED. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT! EWWWW”

“Dude,” Eddie says, still holding you against the wall, “I’ll be down in a sec, just go wait in the van. Oh my Jesus.”

Dustin walks out of the closet, fake gagging all the way down the stairs. Eddie looks down at you, takes in your bra-clad chest as he kisses you one more time. Hard. He’s pushing his tongue back into your mouth before pulling away and pecking your nose. “See you at home sweetheart. I think I should stay the night since he’s gonna need a babysitter,” he says before turning around, winking, and disappearing down the hallway.

You’re left panting in the closet and stumble to put your shirt back on, not that it does much, as you prepare for what waits for you, later, at home.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #dustin henderson #eddie munson fanfic #he's so omg #i love him so much

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Unwanted Chapter 1

A Sam Winchester Fan Fiction

Supernatural

There’s a loud knocking on the door that startles you while getting ready. You’re just finishing the last touches of your make-up and the sudden noise almost makes you lose concentration. When neither you nor your roommate answer, the knocking persists.

April looks up from her cell phone with a scowl. “Aren’t you gonna get that?” The tone is slightly hostile, and you just wonder why the administration paired you. Just your luck.

“Maybe is for you.” you met April yesterday, and yet you’ve started on the wrong foot.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s not for me.” The tone in her voice is final.

“How do you…” You’re about to protest when the person behind the door calls your name. Well, your roommate was right after all. You put the make-up down on the vanity table and approach the door. On the other side, your best friend awaits.

“What happened?” Sam asks immediately, “did you go to bed late reading or something?” His frantic demeanor surprises you, considering he’s always collected.

“What?” You ask, “what are you talking about?”

Sam says your name softly, “we’re going to be late for English Literature.”

“What? No, we’re not, the class starts at 9:00, and it’s…” You look at my phone, “crap! 8:50!”

“Exactly, it’s on the other side of the campus, now hurry up!”

Sam could probably do something like leave you here and run by himself, but because he’s such a good friend, he stays put as he waits for you to finish. In his waiting, his eyes drift away to the other female in the room. April is already watching him, the way her gaze lingers on his arms and chest has him almost recoiling. Sam’s always been kind of shy, and the fact that his body has matured has considerably given him more female attention than before.

“I didn’t know you had such a sweet looking boyfriend,” the comment is directed to you as you finish getting ready.

“What?” You glance back at Sam. “Sam’s not my boyfriend, he’s just my best friend.” The response is instantaneous and, just like every time you say it, Sam tries to control his reaction to the hurtful truth.

April licks her lips, “so he’s up for grabs?”

You scowl, the last thing you want is your obnoxious roommate dating your best friend. Before you can answer, however, Sam urges you to hurry. “C’mon, I really don’t want to be late for the first class.”

April makes a gagging noise, “ugh, freshmen, always so eager to learn.” None of you pay attention to her, instead, you hurry out of the room and onto the campus grounds.

The trip to English Literature takes you more than you would like, and by the time you reach the classroom, it’s already 9:10 and the class has begun. Sneaking in proves to be difficult, as some students and even the teacher, Mr. Robinson, glance your way when you enter. Thankfully, no one comments on it.

“... so I expect you to treat this class as important, even if you’re not an English major.” Then, the professor makes special emphasis on his next words, “that means arriving on time for class.” Apparently, you spoke too soon; your delay got noticed. Sam and you shrink into your seats, embarrassed.

Luckily for you, the class goes by without any other problems, and you actually manage to enjoy it. Maybe it’s the excitement of the first class ever, or maybe it’s because you’re with Sam, but you barely notice as time goes by, and it’s already the end of the lecture. When Mr. Robinson dismisses the class, you gather your things into your backpack to be ready for your next class. Most of your schedule is different from Sam's, but you managed to get some classes, like this one, in common. If you're being honest with yourself, it's going to be hard to be without him. For as long as you can remember, you've always been practically attached to the hip. Now things are potentially about to change. Both of you are doing your best for it not to happen, considering that you applied to live in the same hall. Truly, you can’t live without Sam, and the feeling is mutual, but of course, not without the same considerations.

“Miss…” the teacher calls out your name when you're almost outside the room. The few students that remain brush past you on the way to the door when you stop to look back at your professor. “I would like to have a word with you.” On your side, Sam also waits for the teacher to continue. Mr. Robinson looks at Sam, as if waiting for him to leave.

You glance back at your friend. “Go, we don't even have the next class together.” Sam clearly doesn't want to leave you alone with him, there's something out about the way he behaves and looks at you that has Sammy feeling wary. “It's ok Sam, I'll find you later, yeah?” He nods reluctantly and goes out the door. When he leaves, Mr. Robinson’s eyes return to you.

“I really appreciate you staying, there’s something brief I wanted to mention.” He has a charm in his demeanor that unconsciously makes you shift closer. Is this about arriving late to class? Because you doubt it, otherwise, Sam would be here too. His next words clearly surprise you. “I knew your father from our college time. Did he tell you that he came to this same university?”

You replied instantly, “I'm aware my father studied here, but he never mentioned you.”

He hums, he’s standing near his desk, and you��re a few paces in front of him. “Yeah, I guessed as much, we didn’t part on the best terms.” He says it with a light tone, but you can guess there’s a story behind the comment.

You cannot help but ask curiously, “what happened?”

Mr. Robinson makes a dismissive hand gesture, “old, stupid rivalries between fraternities.” He leans in as if he’s about to tell you a secret, “take my word of advice, don’t join a sorority, it’s just a waste of time.”

Is he really not going to tell you? You decide not to push him for it. “I wasn’t planning on it joining one…” His smile marks a cute little dimple on his left cheek, you’ve always liked dimples.

“That’s better, good girls only come to college to study.” He doesn’t mean it, you can see it in the mischief of his eyes. You're not sure what else to say, and he seems to notice because he adds, “it's ok.” He takes one step closer to you. “I just wanted to let you know about it and welcome you on what must be clearly your first day.”

You say, “is it that obvious?” He smirks charmingly at you.

“Just a little, you look nervous, but don’t worry.” He winks, “I think it’s cute.”

The way he speaks, the way he looks at you. You’re aware this isn’t how a teacher should behave, and yet there’s a part of you that doesn’t care. Professor Robinson is charming, and despite him clearly being your father’s age, he’s incredibly good-looking. He has one of those faces that years only add to their appeal. On top of that, he’s intelligent, so why wouldn’t you allow yourself the satisfaction of looking at his well-kept body and handsome smile? He clearly wants you to, if the evidence of his smirk is any suggestion. Still, looking is the only thing you allow yourself to do, you really should get going to your next class.

“Thank you for the advice and everything, professor Robinson, I should really get going.” You check your watch, “I have another class in 15 minutes.”

Mr. Robinson gives you a subtle once over, then turns around and starts packing his books, “I understand, I’m needed elsewhere too.” He looks over his shoulder at you, “see you next class, Miss.” You nod, and with one more longing glance at him, you step out the door.

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Strangeness and Charm - Part Six

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Season 1 AU where Andy and Kyle arrive at Charles Lee Ray’s old house before Tiffany leaves with Junior and Nica and ultimately save them. Set in 2017, two weeks after Cult since that's when the show was originally mentioned to be set and in my opinion, makes the most sense.

Notes: Sorry this took so long. I had my end of year exams at University and then a severe case of writer’s block. I had to write at least a small interaction between Nica and Caroline to make up for the pain of Don getting rid of Alice. I also wanted to bring up how Devon looks up to Andy cause he totally does and Don just doesn’t devote enough time to it.

Tags: @streets-in-paradise @losersclubisms @cult-of-dollbabies

Two hours later, the movie was coming to an end and the kids were mostly quiet. There had been a fair amount of discussion to begin with, the other teens filling Junior in on what happened and Lexy calling her parents to assure them that both her and Caroline were safe for the night while they were still in the hospital.

Nica hadn’t been paying much attention to the movie, preferring instead to quietly talk to Kyle whilst the kids were occupied and, in all honesty it stopped her hearing Chucky as much. Since she regained control Chucky had been fighting to take the wheel again and with that Nica discovered that it was harder for him to fight if she was occupied, if her body actively had to focus on doing something. Not to mention both adults were growing increasingly concerned as time went on and still no word or sign of Andy.

Kyle was a little more used to it, after 27 years of being his sister she had grown pretty familiar with his increasing recklessness. Not that it ever stopped her worrying fully, but it helped knowing that it wasn’t exactly unusual. For Nica it was a different story, anything to do with Chucky for her, all she had to do was turn her back for a second and she would be met with another bloody corpse.

“So, Andy’s mom basically adopted you?”

“Yeah pretty much,” Kyle confirmed as she finished her drink, “I mean I was an adult by the time Karen was out so not as official as usual but definitely appreciated.”

“Wait, so what actually happened?”

“From what I know, there were cops there when the doll was killed the first time that saw him but no evidence to back up the claims so they advised Karen not to mention anything about the doll. Obviously Andy only being 6, the logical thing was to tell the truth but there were no alibis for him so Karen stuck with the doll story as well, to keep him safe. Well, that story can be considered a logical trauma response for a 6 year old..”

“But not for the mother taking care of him.”

“Yeah.”

“Legal system’s a joke, huh?” Kyle let out a small chuckle in response.

“I grew up in foster care, you don’t have to tell me.” Nica smiled at her in response before Junior’s voice tore through the quiet.

“No way Andy did that!”

“Junior, shut up. Caroline’s asleep.” Lexy hissed, playfully trying to cover his mouth.

“He did, we swear.” Devon argued from his spot next to Jake. The two adults stopped their conversation and turned towards the teens.

“What did Andy do?” Nica asked, with a hint of amusement in her tone.

“Apparently he gave Tiffany the middle finger as he drove away in the truck.”

“Yeah, and Kyle sabotaged the engine in Tiffany’s car.” Jake added. Nica’s only response was to turn to Kyle with raised eyebrows.

“Look, my move was calculated and gave us an advantage, my brother’s, well…”

“With everything that woman’s done, the middle finger is the least she deserves.” Nica comments with a smirk as the teens let out a giggle at the memory.

Just at that moment they heard the door open and Kyle instinctively reached for her gun as the kids' heads shot up.

“Kyle? It’s not tomorrow yet so you don’t have to lecture me.”

“Only just.” Kyle responded, checking the time on her phone as she got up to meet him. “Oh, shit! Nica, it’s probably best if you cover your eyes.” Kyle called from the front door upon seeing her brother. Nica instantly stopped herself before wheeling back towards the couch and checking on Caroline as the teens continued to follow Kyle.

‘You should go and check y'know,’ Chucky was trying to break through again, ‘I’m sure ya remember what happened to Barbie when she was alone with me.’ Nica took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to fight the images of her sister’s lifeless body that were forming.

‘How stupid do you think I am Charles? I’m not letting you regain control.’

‘Don’t test me kid, mommy dearest couldn’t survive one of me. Ya really think Andy’s gonna be fine after facing 72 of me?’

“Just shut up.” Nica mumbled under her breath.

“Lexy?” She looked over and met the sleepy eyes of Caroline as the little girl looked for her sister.

“Hey, sweetie. It’s ok, Lexy and the others are just helping Andy and Kyle. You can go back to sleep if you want.” The young girl looked at Nica with a confused expression before pointing at her face.

“Your forehead’s gone funny.” She stated as she reached to point at the vein on Nica’s forehead that had made itself known next to her scar.

“Oh, I just have a bit of a headache. It’s nothing to worry about.” Nica claimed as she desperately tried to keep Chucky quiet. Just then she heard footsteps as Lexy made her way back into the living room.

“Hey, Care. Are you good?” her sister nodded in response, “Okay, we’re just checking on Andy now that he’s back.”

“Is he alright?” Nica tried to mask the concern in her voice, the kids didn’t need to start worrying about that too.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. Just a few cuts that Kyle is taking care of but obviously, blood.”

“Right.”

“What’s wrong with blood?” Caroline questioned innocently looking at Nica, “If he’s going to be okay then the blood doesn’t matter.” She paused again, still looking at Nica as she tried to come up with an explanation.

“Well, Care-” Lexy began.

“Oh, are you scared of blood? My friend Mia is scared of blood.” Nica looked up with a smile at the sudden explanation, “Yeah, um, looking at blood has made me feel strange recently so I try to avoid it.”

“Well Mia’s starting to get less scared of it so, maybe you will too.”

“Yeah, I’m sure I'll be fine with it soon enough.” Lexy looked at Nica then, pity clear in her eyes no matter how hard she tried to hide it, Nica knew that and did her best to give her a reassuring smile in return.

One by one the teens made their way back into the living room and began to settle down around the room before falling asleep. Nica kept her eye on them all, passing the blankets around them, finding anything to keep her occupied and to keep Chucky at bay. By the time the siblings had entered the living room Nica had restarted the movie quietly and was fixed on listing everything she could spot on the screen in an attempt to bore Chucky into submission.

“Hey.” Kyle whispered, pulling Nica’s attention from the screen. “You want a drink?”

“Uh yeah, that would be nice.” Nica responded as she followed them into the kitchen. It was only when they gathered around the small table in the kitchen that she got a look at Andy, his face was littered with multiple scrapes that Kyle must have patched up and he was walking a little slower than before but other than that he seemed okay.

“Are you alright now?” She asked gently as Kyle made them all some tea.

“Yeah, a couple of scratches and bruises but I'll live.” he gave her a smile before continuing, “Are you okay? I thought I heard you mention something about a headache?”

“It’ll be fine, probably just the last of whatever drugs Tiffany gave me wearing off.” Andy continued to look at her, he could see her reluctance to look him in the eye, the way her eyes kept flickering to anything and everything around the room. Andy moved a little closer to her and checked Kyle was still occupied before whispering to her. “The little bastard’s trying to fight you isn’t he?”

Nica looked up at him, shock clear on her face. It couldn’t be that obvious, could it? Is this why Tiffany was so smug? Was Chucky better at controlling her own body than she was?! That thought alone made her skin crawl.

“Hey, whatever’s going on we will help. We will find a way to get him out, I promise.” Nica looked at him with a smile before taking a deep breath, “He can’t regain control unless I see blood, I'm pretty sure. He just likes the sound of his own voice a little too much.”

“Or a lot.” Andy retaliates, drawing a look of curiosity from Nica, “I’ll explain later.”

At that point, Kyle made her way over to the table with three mugs of tea.

“Okay, so what happened?”

“Well, the plan got altered slightly,”

“That much was clear.” Andy turned to see his sister doing her best to remain serious and she scolded him, but there was a clear glint of amusement in her eyes.

“There wasn’t just Chuckys in the truck, Tiffany was inside a doll too. She must have split her soul as well.” Nica instantly turned her head back towards the living room, a reflex, making sure all the kids were still accounted for. “And we have no idea how many dolls she has?”

“No. But I have a feeling not many, possibly only that one. Though it’s usually best to assume the worst with those two.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The dolls didn’t remember me at first, the Tiffany one did but Chucky didn’t. They just kept talking about how I seemed familiar but they didn’t know why. It was only when I killed Tiffany that they properly remembered.”

“So, you think that the more the soul is split, the harder it is for the new ones to remember past events?” Andy looked at Nica and shrugged.

“Should that even be possible?”

“None of this should be possible.” Nica responded instantly “Soul splitting, transferring, it’s all bullshit! When their bodies died they should have gone, just like all of their victims.” She didn’t mean to snap. She knew it didn’t help them in any way. But after everything that had happened the past month; rediscovering that she didn’t kill her family, the possession, Tiffany’s delusions, finally meeting people who knew the truth and understood seemed to have opened the floodgates for her. Just as Nica took a breath to apologise, Kyle spoke up and offered her a small smile. “You don’t have to apologise, we get it.”

“Thank you.” She turned back to Andy, “So, was Tiffany in a good guy doll too?”

“Uh, no. This doll was different. Tiffany had made it look like her so I couldn't tell what the doll was originally. You know the most about her, do you remember anything that could help?”

“Not really, I mean from the time I had to spend with her I'm pretty certain that if she gave one doll a makeover, she would have done that to any she used. She has a very child-like manner about things, especially when they are sinister, she treats it like a game.”

“What about the Chuckys? Did you manage to kill them all?”

“I can’t be certain, once they recognised me they all started getting out of their boxes and trying to attack so I just had to take the first turn I could. It ended up being the overlook and I jumped out of the truck before it went over. It blew up but the cops were already on their way before I could get down there to check so I made my way back here.”

“Good. It would have been fucking stupid to check that on your own.” Andy let out a soft chuckle at Kyle’s response before attempting to cover a yawn.

“We should probably try to get some sleep, facing Chucky and Tiffany on no sleep is one thing, something tells me adding five kids to the mix isn’t gonna make it any easier.”

With that all the adults left the kitchen, Nica made her way back to the study and the sofa bed that was still open. She still didn’t like the idea of sleeping, of not being certain that it would be her who would wake up but she knew it had to happen. So, before settling down she made sure to once again tie her legs together, for her own peace of mind if nothing else.

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #andy barclay #nica pierce #kyle simpson #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #lexy cross #devon evans #caroline cross #tiffany valentine #charles lee ray #chucky fanfiction #strangeness and charm

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Flufftober Day 13

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/128362231

Summary: Sonic apparently agreed to hang out with Amy for the day, but at the last minute pushes the day onto Super. Super is sort of off put but the whole thing but Amy is nice enough he supposes.

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1200 words

@flufftober

“Sonic you get back in control right now.” Super hissed, darting his eyes around to see if the person Sonic had come here to meet was around. There was no response and Super pinned his ears down. “You cannot use me to get out of hanging out with A-”

“Super?” Super turned around and saw Amy, who looked not nearly as confused as Super thought she would be. In fact she looked sort of unsurprised at the whole thing.

“Yeah.” Was all he could really think to say. He’d not interacted much with Amy really. Of all the people that knew about him and had been around when he was first causing trouble, he’d seen her the least. That unfortunately left him at a loss of what to do since Sonic had forced him into control to apparently deal with her. He was starting to almost feel bad about the times he made Sonic deal with a social situation he didn’t wanna deal with. Almost.

Amy just sighed. “Is Sonic just trying to get out of this again?”

“I don’t know.” Super shuffled his feet. “He didn’t say anything before pushing me into control.” He grinned. “I’m so gonna tease him about this later though.”

Amy shook her head fondly. “I can’t say I’m surprised he used you to get out of this. Well.” She clapped her hands together. “Since Sonic doesn’t want to appreciate the day I had planned, why don’t I take you with me instead?”

“Like a date? Cause I think that’s what he was mumbling about or whatever last night.” Super’s grin slipped on his face and he crossed his arms. He felt sort of uncomfortable at the prospect of a date. Not because it was Amy really, but just the idea in general.

“No no!” Amy waved her hands in front of her. “Nothing like that. Just us hanging out as friends. I know we don’t talk much but someone should benefit from my planning if Sonic doesn’t want to.”

He considered that for a moment. Sonic and Tails did want him to socialize more and hanging out with Amy for the day wasn’t the worst thing he supposed. Plus if Sonic wanted to pawn the other hedgehog off on him he might as well enjoy himself right? There would be a lot of people but screw it. He could handle some people. With a deep breath he nodded. “Fine. Since you’re so insistent.”

Amy smiled and tentatively grabbed his arm. He stiffened a bit, but forced himself to relax. Once he did Amy started leading him to wherever it was they were going. “Thanks for agreeing Super. I’ll have to give Sonic a piece of my mind the next time I see him.”

“Eh it’s no problem. Was already here anyway. Not like Tails is expecting us back til tonight either.” Super tried to shrug casually but the movement was stiff. Amy kindly didn’t comment on that.

As Amy led him around to various places around Apatos, where the trio had been stopping when Amy had come across them, Super had plenty of time to think. That typically didn’t lead to good things. Though today the main thing occupying his mind was why was Amy being so nice to him? Sure Sonic’s other friends had been pretty nice to him… mostly but he barely saw Amy. Yet here she was treating him like an old friend. Pointing out things about Apatos that Super genuinely listened to. Trying to be careful of his boundaries. It was weird and Super couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Of course Sonic was of no help at the moment, so Super was on his own to figure this out.

The two stopped for lunch and Amy insisted on paying. Super really didn’t try to protest; she was just so insistent and Super didn’t even know how to say otherwise anyway. Not like he really needed anything, but Amy insisted he eat a little something at least. Something about feeling bad if she was the only one eating. Super quietly ordered a chili dog, much to Amy’s apparent amusement.

“So do you like the same things Sonic does foodwise?” Amy asked after the waiter had left.

Super awkwardly shrugged. A few people had been giving the two odd looks, well mostly him, and it was sort of making him uncomfortable. It was a battle to not snap at them. “Some things are the same. We found out that I can handle spice way better than Sonic though.” He chuckled briefly before coughing into his hand to intentionally cut it off. “It was an interesting day.”

“I’d bet.” Amy smiled. “So, have you been enjoying your trip so far?”

“Yeah it’s been… nice to see the world.” Super hummed. He’d gotten to see a lot so far on his world trip with Sonic and Tails. Of course not everything had gone smoothly but for the most part it had been nice. Even with the periodic breaks he had to take to go train with Shadow.

Amy nodded but didn’t say anything else. Maybe she could tell that he didn’t really want to chat right now. Eventually their food came and Super enjoyed his chili dog while Amy had some local dish. He mentally hoped that Sonic was at least a little jealous of the food, if he was even paying any attention.

On their way out of the restaurant Amy glared at the people who had been shooting Super looks. That surprised him a lot, but it was kinda nice. Though he hadn’t even known she’d noticed since he didn’t say anything. Once they were out Super mentally prepared himself to survive the rest of this hang out; the first part had been pretty draining already. “Hey.” Amy caught his attention. He hummed. “I can tell you’re not really into this. If you want we can call it here.”

Once again the other hedgehog had surprised him. Was he really being so obvious though? He pushed the thought away, that didn’t matter. What did matter is that she’d given him an out and he should probably take it. Things were starting to get a bit overwhelming and he didn’t wanna risk his stress translating into him hurting someone. “I- yeah.” He sighed, still having no idea how to talk to her.

“Don’t worry about it.” She waved off his unspoken apology. “Just promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?” Super asked, curious.

“Make sure to let Sonic know that next time he can’t hide behind you to get out of something he promised to do.” Amy had a slightly intimidating energy about her and Super had the feeling that Sonic would deeply regret it if he didn’t keep his word next time.

He grinned. “Threatening someone? Now that’s something I can do.”

Amy shook her head, but there was a smile on her face. “Well it was nice getting to hang out with you Super. I hope you have a great time on the rest of your trip!” She waved as she walked off, leaving Super alone. He sighed deeply. He’d make sure Sonic would regret doing this but it hadn’t been too bad. Since he didn’t really want to think about the day too much right now he instead opted to plot some revenge on his casual walk back to the hotel they were staying at. Yeah, Sonic would live to regret this…

#flufftober2023 #day 13 #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #fleetway sonic #amy rose #chaos uncontrolled au #ao3 link

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Rainy Days and Healing Breaths

Tyzula Week: Day 2 Vacation/Permanent

You can read it here on archive of our own as well

A/N: I'm late, but I had literally no motivation, and my family was over, so yeah. Anyways enjoy!

TW: Internalized Homophobia

The last time there had been a monsoon on Ember Island, there were still airbenders around. But now five years after the Hundred Year War ended, the skies were raining down on the island town with a vengeance.

Ty Lee and Azula were standing under the awning of the porch, at the royal beach house. They were both silent,

“The day after I get better.” Azula curses, her throat slightly raspy from her cold,

“I don’t suppose we can go for a swim?” Ty Lee jokes,

“Not unless you fancy drowning.” Azula spits, she had learned, mostly, how to control her anger, but on days like these it still found a way to root itself like an unsavory parasite. Ty Lee put a hand on her shoulder and Azula took a deep, calming breath.

“I suppose we could find something to do inside.” she seethed,

"That's the spirit, maybe we can even play Pai Sho." Ty Lee jokes, but Azula glowered in response,

"I'd rather take my chances with the ocean. If you really wanted to play Pai Sho, you should've brought Uncle."

"Is there something else you're mad about?" she asked noticing Azula’s change in mood,

"No, why would you ask that?" she asked, very clearly mad, Ty Lee stared at her, raising a single eyebrow,

"Let's just get changed first." Azula stated, and Ty Lee nodded in response, moving her hand to Azula’s back and Azula took this as a sign to take deep, calming breath,

“Yeah, let's do that.” she said, taking a breath, “We can find hundreds of things to do inside, right?”

Ty Lee nods and smiles brightly, before skipping inside. Azula followed with a small smile of her own, closing the door, wincing as the wind slammed it shut behind her. The Ember Island Beach House looked very different amidst a monsoon. Despite the fact it was the middle of the day the clouds blocked out any ray of sunshine, plunging the room into darkness. Ty Lee, graceful as ever, artfully navigated her way through the pitch-black room. Azula, not as graceful, bumped her hip against the sharp edge of a drawer. She hissed in pain,

“Azula? Are you ok?” Ty Lee called out,

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just- hit my hip against the table. How do you see anything in this darkness?” Azula responded,

“I don’t, speaking of which we need to light a lantern. Do you know where the lanterns are?” Ty Lee asks,

“Somewhere in the back of the house.” Azula said, lightning punctuating her sentence, followed by the sound of thunder,

“Well that’s ominous.” she sighed, “Come on, let’s go find those lanterns.”

Ty Lee takes Azula’s hand, tugging her along. The storage room is in the very back, the only entrance was a plain unassuming door. The last time Azula had been in the storage room of the beach house, she was six-year-old, and had got locked in after a game of hide-and-seek went wrong. The memory of banging on the metal doors until her hand turned red still sent shudders down her spine. She made sure to prop the door open with a box, so there wouldn’t be a repeat, especially since there was no one else visiting the beach house for months.

Shoving the boxes aside and coughing at the displaced dust, she lit a small flame illuminating her surroundings, bathing the room in an eerie glow,

“How long has it been since someone cleaned this place?” Ty Lee asked, coughing,

“Never, I think if we look hard enough we might find a beach towel that belonged to Roku or something.”

“Roku? The previous avatar? I thought this house belonged to the royal family.”

“It does, but Firelord Sozin invited Avatar Roku to come with him every summer, like I invited you this summer.” Azula answered, blowing some dust off a crate, “Apparently they were very close before Roku was announced as the Avatar and was sent to travel across the world.”

“Don’t you think it’s ironic that the person who was supposed to maintain balance within the world was friends with the person who threw the world out of balance?” Ty Lee wondered,

“I guess, I wondered how Avatar-” thunder interrupted her again, Azula sighs heavily, “Come on, we can talk about Firelord Sozin and Avatar Roku after we find the lanterns.”

Ty Lee agreed and ducked behind the crates. Azula cracked the crate top open. Nothing but fabric. She moved the crate to the floor, and cracked the next crate open, again nothing but some metal tools. This was going to take longer than she had originally thought. Azula cleared the dust from her throat.

Hands grabbed her from behind and Azula screamed bracing her feet against the strewn crates sending her and her attacker careening to the ground. After the ringing in her head stops, she recognizes the sound of laughter,

Azula sat upright facing a cackling Ty Lee.

“Azula-” she pauses to catch her breath, “Azula it’s just me. I found the lanterns.”

“Agni Ty Lee! You scared the hell out of me, couldn’t you have called out to me or something?” I curse,

“I didn’t think you would react like this!” She barely managed to control her laughter.

Azula was about to say something, but she realized she was just a few inches from Ty Lee’s face. If she leaned any further their noses would touch, and a little more their lips would touch. She was tempted to do it, but a small voice in the back of her mind warned her otherwise.

Do you really think she would ever reciprocate your feelings? You’re disgusting, even thinking about your friend in this way. She would never like a girl, much less a pathetic creature like you. Father was right, there is something truly wrong with you.

“Azula?” she snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Ty Lee’s voice,

“You ok? You zoned out for a second.” she asked, “Is everything alright? I didn’t hurt you during the fall did I?”

“No, no, it’s fine, I’m fine.” Azula said, pushing herself away from Ty Lee, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

“Are you sure? You look a bit sick, maybe your cold isn’t fully gone-” Ty Lee was interrupted by the sound of a crashing crate, Azula had kicked it over in her haste, and sent all the metal tools flying everywhere,

“I’m fine- damn it, I’m sorry Ty Lee, let’s just light the lanterns and get out of here.” She was breathing hard now, her heart stuck in her throat and she was unable to think properly. What was she thinking, trying to kiss her best friend? She had already messed up their friendship once, she couldn’t risk messing it up again. Ty Lee would never forgive her if she kissed her, never look at her the same if she knew what Azula really felt towards her. A hand came to touch her forehead.

“I think you need to lie down, you're burning up.” Ty Lee noted, she looked worried now a crease forming between her brow. Azula ignored her by lighting up the lanterns and handing it to her,

“Let’s just get out of here. After all, we don't want to be locked in here, trust me it’s not fun.” she forced a laugh, Ty Lee didn’t look like she believed her but followed her out anyways.

“You know your therapist said that it was better to talk to people, rather than keep your emotions bottled up.” she said offhandedly, hanging up a lantern,

“If I told you, you would hate me.” Azula whispered, her back turned to Ty Lee, who heard this much to Azula’s dismay, and raised a single eyebrow,

“Try me.” she asked,

“Did Zuko or Sokka ever get back to you? Are they coming or not?” Azula asked, avoiding the topic,

“Azula, come on, you’re clearly upset about something, was it something I did? Something I said?”

“I’m fine! There’s nothing wrong.” Azula hissed,

“You keep saying that! You know I used to think you were a good liar-” Ty Lee was interrupted,

“Fine, do you want to know what’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I can’t stop thinking about you. What’s wrong is that back there in the storage closet I almost kissed you. What’s wrong is that even after all these years I’m still broken.” Azula shut her mouth as abruptly as she opened it. Ty Lee was staring at her with a look of confusion, and she was starting to regret ever opening her mouth,

“You wanted to kiss me?” she asked, almost quietly as if she wasn’t sure she heard properly, Azula had swallowed before answering,

“I know, I know you don’t have to tell me, it’s wrong and if you never want to talk to me again then- then I understand.” It took all her will-power to not let her emotion spill into her words,

“No- no that’s not what I meant. Spirits that’s not what I meant at all. I only meant-” Ty Lee took Azula’s hand, “Here let me show you instead.”

Ty Lee leaned closer, until their lips were touching, but just barely, light enough that Azula could pull away if she so chose to, but she didn’t instead leaning forward, closing her eyes as she did so. They stayed there for a long moment.

When they parted, Azula’s heart felt like it was doing one of Ty Lee’s complicated acrobatic routines.

“So you don’t hate me?” was all she could manage, Ty Lee laughed,

“No, of course not. In fact it’s the complete opposite.” she kissed her on the cheek, “I never said anything because I thought I might scare you off.”

“What does this mean for us then?” Azula asked,

“Whatever you want it to mean.” she answers with a shrug, “I was hoping it means that we start dating.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” she said with a smile,

“You know, I almost thought this was already a date.” When Azula looked at her in confusion Ty Lee continued, “I mean you did invite me to your family’s private beach house alone.”

“I was being a good friend!” Azula sputtered indignantly, Ty Lee nodded sagely,

“Of course, of course, in any case my first verdict as your girlfriend is to force you to rest, I don’t think this storm is doing any favors for your cold.” she said,

“I’m not sick anymore! I just have a scratchy throat.” Azula protested,

“And a fever. Come on.” Ty Lee entwined her fingers with Azula’s, pressing a third kiss to her cheek, effectively shutting her up. She let Ty Lee drag her to bed, feeling something swelling in chest she hadn’t felt before. Hope.

#tyzula week 2023 #tyzula #azula #ty lee #ty lee x azula #azula x ty lee #Day 2: Vacation/Permanent #tw: internalized homophobia

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 45

Marisha's "ow" in the middle of her suggestion and then just carrying on like it didn't actually happen is so adorable ... and then Laura doing a PSA ... XD "You may be weird looking, but you're opposable, damn it!" This may actually have been one of the least painful ads Sam's ever brought us. He should let the girls take the lead more often.

Wow ... is it just me or does that D&D Beyond plug feel somewhat strained and rote? I wonder why ...

Will Friedel? OMG!!! HELLO BOYO!!!

Welcome back, Taliesin ... "What is WRONG with you people?" Yeah, he just found out about the "sex ruse" ...

Ashton's reply to the Imogen message ... and now she doesn't have a slot to answer back. XD Oh, higher level? Okay ...

Travis counting her sigh as one of the words in the count ... XD

FCG suggesting they put Tuldus in their chest cavity, and then Chetney's fine about the idea but only if they chop him up so he'll fit in the first place ... yeah ...

Can Pate handle this responsibility? Oh dear, he's chuckling, that can't be a good sign. Wow, is he actually a bit dense? Awww, Laudna's finding his telepathic communication so cute.

Now they have him hogtied and stashed ... off to the Seminary, then.

FCG's still a bit sensitive? That's worrying.

Bizarre game controller comment is most amusing.

Oh, he's in disguise? Or something? What? What is going on? Oh, glamour ... what happened to him, though? I feel like there's a story here. Orym: "Did you get a job?" Ashton: "Kinda."

Oh gods, did Ashton just give Chetney wood?

Okay, who's Violet? Is this a problem? Yes, sounds like it might be. Oh shit, did he just give the game away? Chetney: "You freelanced on the side?!" Cops? Fighting? KIDNAPPING?!!! Oh for fuck's sake, Ashton!

The Baneful Brood? Hmmmm ...

MOBSTERS?!!! Oh shit ... it keeps getting worse ... he kidnapped a KENKU?!!! Unconscious? Tied up? What? Oh gods ... THE FEDS?!!! FCG: "What's a Fed?"

Oh, so he's like a snitch now? And yet because of the glamour he can never actually call in that favour now. XD This whole thing is ludicrous snd hilarious.

PASTRIES!!! Nice! :3 THAT makes everything all right again.

Vitro Isham? Okay then ...

Ashton: "Only my dignity is covered in food."

Their recent adventure: the Cliff's Notes version.

Yiosian calzone.

Whoa, did Matt just have to SHUSH half the group? XD

Ashton: "It's only after a break that you realise how WEIRD this group is."

The Ruby Vanguard are pissing everybody off, apparently ... rumours abound, and even Ashton heard about them in the kitchens. Interesting ...

Liam: "A satyr, a god and a robot walk into a bar."

The professor is IN. A firbolg! Okay! :3 Oh boy, this guy is ALREADY a hoot. Wow, Matt is REALLY getting his teeth RIGHT INTO this accent, isn't he?

That whole messaging conversation was a MESS and I loved it. XD

He knows Imahara Joe! Nice!

"Student Laudna ..."

Yes, disarm him, smart ...

A Harmonious Aeormaton! A Peacekeeper? Cool ... The Care and The Culling ... oh, yes, that sounds nasty ...

Oh boy ... mechanical prostate test! XD

He is HOLDING FCG'S POWER CORE IN HIS HANDS!!! A failsafe? Ooooooh ...

CAN he access his OLD memories? Hmmmm ...

Yes, he IS a person. :3 And YES. He is not his memories, he is what he CHOOSES to be. This Prof Isham is a SMART DUDE!!! And really quite sweet, too, it would seem.

FCG: "How can we register to vote?"

FCG wants him to turn him into an Easy Bake Oven ... XD

Oh sweet fuck this conversation sbout things no human being should mention ... XD Once again they're getting derailed by dirty minds ...

Fearne's badgering pays off ...

The Omen Archive ... a comprehensive database of Ruidusborn ... oh yeah, Roe Estani! Yeah ...

So the Exaltants are becoming more frequent, then? And yes ... Thul again ... she really is starting to turn into a proper bad penny in this mess ...

The Reilora? The dust storm dreams? HOLY FUCK!!! Wait ... whoa ... so these are the people who live in the city on Ruidus! Wow ...

It's starting to sound like there might be some kind of conflict going on UP THERE as well as down here because of all this. That is, frankly, COMPLETELY FUCKING TERRIFYING.

Fancy trapdoor game is SWEET!!!

Ooooooooooooooh ... what is this ... OH SHIT!!! The missing text from Vasselheim!

Oh shit! Older creepy elf dude! That's so bad!

Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!"

"No." Fearne: "No what?" Oooooh shiiiiit!

Wisdom saving throw already? Fuck! 26? Phew ... Nice one, Ashley!

Martinet Ludinus Da'leth. Whoo ... and he means BUSINESS, clearly. And RUDE too!

Holy fuck creepy magic mind control! That is HORRIBLE!!!

Fuck, and he totally recognises Imogen because of her mother ... that is so bad!

Get out of the room. Both of you get out of this room RIGHT NOW.

What's round his neck?

Liam dropping RIGHT DOWN in the chair like he REALLY doesn't wanna be here right now and I DO NOT blame him, this is unbearably tense ... Travis is just chewing on his nails like he's super nervous too ...

Fuck ... has this guy been tracking Imogen through the dreams all this time?

The others are silently signaling them to get out of there now and I am SO TOTALLY WITH THEM right now ...

This is a really clunky plug Sam is trying to pull to cover this latest whisper ...

Da'leth: "I think your mother would like to see you." Oh shit ...

Fearne: "What are you doing with those papers?" Da'leth: "I wouldn't want go spoil the surprise." Okay ... yeah, this guy is TOTALLY giving me HUMONGOUS supervillain vibes ...

Oh yeah, I think Prof Sumal is just GONE now ...

Fearne, do not rob the nice lady.

Ashton's story grows more fascinating, clearly we missed some fun ...

Oh, they're all on the ball now ... this is so bad ...

Yes! Eshteross' cookies! :3

Everybody needs to get back to Imogen snd Fearne NOW.

Eep ... those Crimson arseholes are back ...

Orym trying to Nice Guy husband way around Carolle ... and Ashton has the silver spoon from the kitchen. XD I don't even want to THINK about what Chetney's doing ...

Imogen, what are you doing? Call Ryn? Oh yes ... yes, that's a good idea, she might be able to help ...

Laudna's first concern is IS IMOGEN ALL RIGHT. That is completely perfect.

I love how Ashton can be SO SWEET sometimes, it's just adorable. He tries to be so hard but really he's such a softy.

Imogen messages Ryn ... "Well shit ..." Yeah, we're with you there, luv.

Matt: "What did you roll?" Laura: " I rolled very ... 8."

So Ryn CAN fix her ... that is a relief.

Laudna checks through Pate's eyes ... he's poking the guy, apparently.

Holy fuck the loss of those papers was SPECTACULARLY bad ...

The return of the Flat Earth ... XD

Fey Realm. Totally, Fey Realm. Ashton: "Let's go recruit a fucking grandma."

Pate explodes on the guy's shoulder before reconstituting (very messily) on Laudna's. Oh boy ...

The Harrowcall Fens ... Ligament Manor? Morri keeps getting more and more disquieting by the second.

Chetney reveals how much he's just been taking the piss as a so-called Planewalker. Ryn is unimpressed, but in an amused way. XD

Ryn: "Cuddle up! It's gonna be a ride!" FCG: "Hope I don't kill you all on the way."

And she sends them into the Feywild ...

A magical marshland ... swampy forest ... this is strangely familiar. Oooh, the toads ...

Laudna: "I still have that baggie of weird drugs." Orym: "Not right now."

Fearne says she knows EXACTLY where she is. Roll shit. She has NO IDEA.

Weird as plant tells them where to go ... of course it does ...

Fearne is ... DIFFERENT here. Oh boy ... she us like totally in the Uncanny Valley now here. Oh shit! Fearne's like the Spirit of the Forest in Princess Mononoke right now!

Chetney is completely freaking out right now and I DO NOT blame him.

Morri loves to entertain ... oh boy ...

Who's Doctor Nesbitt? Do I want to know?

Marisha: "Matt's being so creepy!" Matt (exasperated): "I'M LOOKING AT MY WIFE!!!"

Laudns introduces herself to the flowers ... oh boy ... she gets overzealous ... no, they like her ... fucking hell this is so bizarre ... oh shit, they REALLY like her ... oh boy, this is getting REALLY weird now ... oh no, has Laudna offended them now?

Oh gods, NOW what has she done? The trees are angered, it looks like ...

Imogen: "Tell me this us your grandmother, Fearne." Fearne: "It's just the trees."

FCG's SINGING to the trees now ... yeah, I didn't think that would work ...

Natural 1 ... oh boy ... Fearne is NOT getting anywhere here ...

DOES SHE have Speak With Plants? Rolling at disadvantage ... 26? That's at DISADVANTAGE?!!! Wow ...

They can get out if they SING, apparently ...

Oh boy, this is getting embarrassing ... yes, I agree with Matt, this is totally a DIN. They start singing: "Dying In Your Arms Tonight" ... Laura rolls a Nat 20 AND a Nat 1 ... wow ... but Ashley rolls SWEET too and saves the day.

They're free! Phew!

The flowers start screaming and WE start screaming ... oh, that was a GOOD THING? Fucking hell ...

Fearne can smell Morri's lanterns. Okay ...

Toucan Sam ... XD

Secret glade ... massive tree ... draping vines ... empty wooden cages ... decorative wreaths ... yeah, this place is, like, SO FUCKED UP ... kind of beautiful too, though ...

Morri invites them in ... Travis' face is PRICELESS. He is SO creeped out ... knitted dolls, bones, weird potted plants ... he's hating it even more and I love it ... XD

Okay ... Morri is BIG. And WEIRD. Giraffe neck extending out ... freaky ET face, but with sharp teeth ... oh my fucking gods ... it's a nightmare version of when Gertie dresses ET up in drag, isn't it?

Tiki Bar? A TIKI BAR?!!!

Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna call it a night!"

Oof ... so, NO Crit Role this week ... but IT IS the premiere of TLOVM season 2 so it's all cool!

#critical role #crit role campaign 3 #campaign 3 spoilers #campaign 3 episode 45 #matt mercer #marisha ray #laudna #travis willingham #chetney pock o'pea #laura bailey #imogen temult #liam o'brien #orym of the air ashari #ashley johnson #fearne calloway #taliesin jaffe #ashton greymoore #sam riegel #fresh cut grass

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fiadorable · 2 years

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one good reason - a la'an/sam kirk fic

📖 La'An receives a mysterious package a week after Sam Kirk's death 🎬 Rated H for hijinks and P for prompts 😎 Honestly, this story pays as little attention to canon as possible. La'An is the first officer on the Enterprise and Sam Kirk is... doing something somewhere. I don't even know.

💜 This is for my La'An/Sam Kirk girls @curator-on-ao3 + @kejsarinna + @the-lady-general who wanted a story where Sam faked his death and then had to introduce La'An to his family after the events of TOS Space Seed, which gave me a great opportunity to use this prompt

“Transporter Room 1 to Commander Noonien-Singh. The Horeaya say they have a parting gift for you. They’re requesting permission to beam it aboard.”

La’An frowned, her PADD falling to her lap with a soft thwack as she shifted her weight to let her chair rest on all four legs instead of just the back two. While the negotiations with the Horeaya had gone well, she’d had very little to do with them, handling the medical supply transfer while Jim finalized the trade details. Curious. And suspicious.

“I’m on my way,” she replied, tossing the PADD onto her desk and swiping away an errant tear. Any distraction was a good distraction. Writing condolence letters as a commanding officer was never easy. Writing a condolence letter to the mother of your lover after his death was even worse, she was finding.

Once she arrived at the transporter room, she nodded to the ensign behind the controls, and watched at parade rest until a large, nondescript gray container materialized on the pad. “The Horeaya said this is for Starfleet or for me?” she asked, grabbing a tricorder from the away mission bank on the far wall of the room.

“For you, sir.”

“Hmm.” She waved the tricorder wand across the container, and froze.

It couldn’t be.

He wouldn’t.

He…

La’An snapped the wand back into the tricorder and shoved it into the wall bank, just managing to keep her hands from visibly shaking. “Ensign, you can transport that container directly to my quarters.”

“Yes, sir,” the ensign said, and La’An said a brief thanks to the universe for junior officers who didn’t ask questions.

By the time she arrived back at her quarters, the container was waiting for her. She took a moment to consider it further. The contents were certain, but the opening mechanism wasn’t immediately apparent. There was a small indentation on the lid that had room for the seven-fingered Horeaya to slide a hand in, perhaps a handle of some sort that the suckers on their fingers could adhere to, but nothing in the way of a lock or latch.

“La’An?” The voice from inside the container was unmistakable despite being muffled.

She kicked the container once, satisfaction curling in her chest at the surprised yelp that emanated in response. “I should leave you in there,” she hissed, walking her fingers across the sides of the box now. “How did you even end up with the Horeaya? No, no, don’t tell me, this is part of your infantile feud with Jim. I don’t care. Do you have any idea what’s gone on since your death?”

“Hopefully there was an amazing wake that ended without you getting blotto and waking up in bed with my brother.”

A sharp click as her fingers pressed opposing corners of the lid released a whoosh of air, and from within the box, a dead man rose.

“George Samuel Kirk, give me one good reason not to stuff you back into that box and blow you out of the nearest airlock.”

Sam chuckled and stepped out of the gray container, stretching and groaning as several body parts cracked and popped. “Was kind of expecting something more along the lines of 'Hi, honey, so glad you’re not actually dead'," he said, but at her withering glare he dropped the sarcasm. "I guess that was too much to hope for?"

Too much to hope for? La’An cheeks burned and her stomach twisted in knots as she stepped toward Sam. He took a step back in response as she opened her mouth to lay into him. “I buried you—Jim buried you! You were dead! We put you in the photon torpedo and you were dead! Your memorial service is tomorrow and I’m supposed to sit with your mother while your brother gives the eulogy. After having my crazy, augmented ancestor almost kill my entire crew, including your brother, not two months ago, I was going to have to sit next to your mother by myself at your memorial.”

“I guess it is time for you to meet the folks,” Sam said, still backing up as she advanced on him. He raised his hands in surrender as his legs bumped into the side of the bed. “I mean we have been dating for over a year now, right?”

“One year, 2 months, five days, six hours,” La’An seethed. “Not counting the entire week I thought you were dead."

“But I wasn’t," he said, leaning a down a bit closer so they were nearly eye to eye. His sincerity rang through his words, and La'An felt a bit of her anger cool. "It was just a horrible prank gone wrong, I promise. See? Sam? Alive?”

Goddammit. Goddammit all to space hell.

He was so endearing and charming when he rolled over in submission. Conflict averse her ass. He liked it when she threw her weight around. More anger deflated as she granted herself permission to enjoy the fact that he was, in fact, not dead and was, in fact, standing right here in front of her instead of rotting in a photon torpedo casing as he sailed through space.

He must have seen the change in her countenance because he switched from submissive to apologetic and soft. He brought a tentative hand to her shoulder, and when she didn’t push him away or brush him off, he slid his palm over to her neck, stroking the soft baby hairs at the nape of her neck that were forever curling and springing out of her hair styles. Her hair was long and down today, though, and she found herself humming as he applied just a smidge of pressure to bring her closer.

“Are you going to hit me if I kiss you?” he whispered.

“I might if you don’t,” she replied, and graciously allowed him to snog her silly, until her toes curled inside her boots and the lingering inferno of her anger smoldered into a deep contentment. Then she pulled away and shoved a finger into his face. “But this prank war, feud, whatever, with Jim ends tomorrow, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he promised, a lazy grin twitched below his mustache.

“You’ve got your fingers crossed behind your back, don’t you?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny—“

She cut him off with a rough push onto the bed. “Commander Kirk, it’s past time you reported for duty,” she said, climbing atop and kissing him into the rumpled blankets beneath them.

“As always, I serve at the pleasure,” he grinned when they came up for air.

"No more talking," she ordered, and swallowed what was no doubt a cheeky response on his lips with another kiss. It was good to have him home.

#jesus what even is this fic 😂#star trek au #la'an x sam kirk #fiadorable writes #it's silly but hopefully made sense #happy star trek day #sorry this is what came out of it

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YOU GET ME YES. honestly if you stop saying yes at the start of your responses then i do too. we're in a loop. anyway. YES to everything about travis and nat for sure i also have similar tendencies of focusing on female characters, but lately i have been thinking about travis a bit more, in large part due to the nat of it all which. yeah. she calls him on his like... everything. all of the like... snarky persona he puts on to hide that self consciousness you mentioned. she does not let that go she will call it out! and it's like not exclusive to travis it's just very apparent in her relationship with him because that's one of nat's relationships that's more focused on. it's like how nat is perceptive and Sees everyone a little clearer than most, but we notice that the most with her and lottie because that relationship is focused on more. nat challenges people when they're shitty to her for reasons that are hypocritical or unfair or whatever like. the way she responds to travis in those situations is honestly really similar to how she responded to mari in old wounds honestly. if there's one thing about me apparently it is that i will always bring up mari.

and YES i've been thinking about tainat quite a bit lately. i've actually been rotating the tiny bits of tainat in the scene from close to the beginning of digestif in my head for weeks and personally i have not been able to get over it. like the way that nat first turns her away from jackie's body and then every time she tries to turn back to look nat keeps moving to shield her like. my god! they don't have too many moments together but that in particular just makes me lose it. like nat doesn't fully grasp Why tai is so freaked out in the way that she is because she's not privy to tai's sleepwalking but she Does get that she's freaked out and she understands that and is like. god something about how it's not just her hands but her whole body like jerks the second tai moves to turn around like MULTIPLE times. and of course there's like. precrash tainat. what we got of them then, they were in conflict, the two most opposed sides on the issue of what to do about allie. and then we see where they are in the wilderness, there's two sides again, but this time they're on the same one. and YES the rituals. it's not that they believe in them but it makes other people feel better, people they care about, so they'll do them. nat ends up resisting when she feels like indulging in the rituals is indulging in false hope, whether that's finding food or finding javi or maybe both. but like... god the fact that she had been doing them for so long anyway makes me lose it a little. she didn't believe in them but they made travis feel better and lottie feel better, so fuck it, who does it hurt. and that's the same reasoning tai gives like!! it makes van feel better, it doesn't hurt anyone, sure she'll listen to the wind and the pinecones.

god there is also a unique kind of fear that these two have of acknowledging the supernatural like. for tai that is something she cannot control and it is something that seems to be In Her too, and tai craves control in many areas, but most of all she Needs to be in control of herself. meanwhile nat i think... nat would prefer certain things to be out of her control, on some level, because then those things wouldn't be Her Fault. but she can't conceptualize a world where those things aren't on her, so she can't acknowledge the supernatural because it would absolve her guilt. until she's years and years out of the woods, on the floor with travis and the paramedics or head in lottie's lap, and she finally lets some of that guilt off her shoulders. but like... god! the way there's sort of opposing reasons they're so set in their skepticism but it ends up with the two of them aligned anyway.

this is getting really long and i ended up talking more about the two of them In Parallel than their relationship but i do also think about taissa paying for natalie's rehab. like. nat in the snow shielding taissa with her body taissa years later still funding nat's rehab like.... we don't see a ton of them together (i need more) but the fact that these two both feel this need to look out for each other... i will never be normal about them if i let myself i would write another several paragraphs i'm sure but this is so long -cannibal laura lee anon

"if there's one thing about me apparently it is that i will always bring up mari" YES WELL MARI IS ALWAYS RELEVANT

SUCH an interesting take on tainat vs acknowledging the supernatural. like why taissa doesn't is much more.. obvious i suppose and what you described but yeah NAT. they both start out as the skeptics of the group and actually. i'm thinking. in some ways. nat's a character driven by guilt. that's essentially how we are introduced to her really. like no she's absolutely NOT responsible for her father's death but how she behaves does point to GUILT. and i sort of view the way she defends herself as a mix of... yes an awareness that she's not doing anything wrong (like when travis has his insecurity with a splash of misogyny freak out over nat having been with other guys before him) but it all always comes back to her abusive father like. when taissa slutshames her in the pilot when travis reacts badly during an intimate moment it all triggers those memories. and guilt is so irrational! i think it informs her character in a way like. a sin to atone for. and then she finds purpose in hunting and in being the provider for all of them in the wilderness. but she needs purpose because she needs to make up for the fact that it's her. and that all has this undercurrent of GUILT. and she won't absolve herself and that's because it not only absolves her - something that she refuses to do - it also means she's completely powerless. people believe so often that even their own thoughts might hurt others and that is because to believe the opposite is to accept that sometimes you're not responsible and thus you have no control. and with this i accidentally drew a circle. tainat don't believe in the paranormal because they need to feel in control to some extent

#cannibal laura lee anon #idk what im saying at this point. sorry it took me so long you just always say SO MUCH thats SO CORRECT #and i dont wanna half ass my reply #but i won't deprive my followers of this excellent take so here is my attempt at a response fbsbdbsn #yellowjackets blogging

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