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mydearesthrry · 9 months

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love in secret - h.s.

a/n: ohhhh my loves this one is a mess. please bear with me!!! it gets better. i promise. i love this one so so dearly and its very special to me so please be kind :’( i love you i love you i love you, thank you for choosing to read my work. enjoy <3

🎀 warnings/cw: a really weird creepy uncle (weird comments/advances on yn), a weird creepy guy at a bar, a weird girl at a birthday party, angst, harry yells lol, FLUFF CANT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGHHHH, PROTECTIVERRY nothing too out of the ordinary for me

🐇 pairing: best friend!reader x harry styles to lovers

💐 wc: 5.9k (not edited, completely unproofread)

summary: 5 times when Y/N and harry communicated with just a look to each other, or, 5 times where they just understood.

— 1

The lights in the restaurant were bright. Blinding, really. YN had a hard time even keeping a conversation with someone due to the lights being so bright and her needing to shut her eyes tightly every couple of seconds. It was unfortunate enough that she showed up to the dinner with a headache beginning to brew at the nape of her neck, and she cursed herself in her head at the fact that she let herself just ignore it. The room was filled with loud chatter and laughter, the other patrons enjoying themselves and letting loose with the alcohol provided to them. Her head was hung, hair falling around the sides of her face, allowing for a nice shield to dim the lights a little bit, providing her eyes a little bit of solace from the intrusive brightness.

“Alright y’guys, I’m really tired and I think ‘M gonna head out now.” She could hear Harry announce to the table, pushing his chair back with his legs as he tapped on YN’s thigh with his right hand. Pushing himself up with his legs, he leaned down to whisper a quick ‘get your stuff’ to YN. She agreed without another word, and stood to grab her purse from where it was hung on the chair, pulling it up onto her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling chilly out of nowhere. Harry noticed this– of course he did– and draped the jacket he had resting on his forearm over her shoulders. YN and Harry both said their goodbyes, no one questioning YN packing up her things. Everyone knew that wherever she went he would follow, and wherever he went she would follow.

Slinging his arm over her shoulder, Harry gave one last goodbye from the both of them, before leading her to the back entrance to avoid paparazzi, knowing how much that would hurt her head. He could sense that she was feeling weird from the second she grabbed a seat next to him, but didn’t question her about it. As the night went on, he noticed how she kept blinking harshly, kept rubbing her temples with her fingertips, or rested her forehead on his shoulder for comfort. Suddenly, when she let her head fall, he realized exactly what was happening– she was having a migraine.

Little to no words were shared between them during dinner in an attempt to catch up with their friends who they’d hadn’t seen in a long time, but they were still reminded of each others presence. Harry's been placing soft kisses onto her hair when he felt the weight of her head drop onto his shoulder while also keeping conversation to whoever he was talking to. YN linked their pinky fingers at the beginning of dinner, letting it hang between the two of them for the rest of the night until she had to rub her temples to try and ease the pain. While they didn’t really speak, they had conversations with their eyes that only they could understand.

Harry initially checked on her when she lifted her head from his shoulder the third time, turning his head to look at her only to see that she was already waiting for him. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay, and she answered silently with a small head nod. Even though he didn’t buy it, he left it alone since he knew that they’d be leaving soon anyway.

When she finally got to the sweet solace of Harry’s car, a sigh of relief left her at the darkness inside. The interior of his car was all black with tinted windows, so the dim of the streetlights couldn’t bother her as much either.

“Lovie, y’should’ve told me y’had a migraine, would’ve gotten y’home instantly.” Harry scolds in a low, quiet voice, a frown on his lips when he saw the way she slumped down into the passenger seat, head falling back onto the headrest.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just looked like you were having fun.” She whispered, knowing her voice at full volume would hurt her head.

“Y’are way more important to me than a dinner with our friends. We can see our friends whenever, and it would be much more convenient for the both of us if y’were healthy while doing so.” He grumbled, grabbing the steering wheel with his left hand and reaching over to rest his right hand on her thigh.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear I’m such a burden,” She spat, voice still low. She opened her eyes when she heard nothing but silence to see Harry giving her a look to which she sighed at, grabbing his hand to twist the rings around on his fingers. “I know what you mean. Jus’ being stubborn right now.”

He snorts, “Trust me, I know. ‘S like it’s y’middle name.” He squeezes her hand at the soft laugh she gives, his heart pumping the slightest bit faster.

“Back to mine?” He whispers.

“Obviously.”

— 2

YN rested her back along the arm of the couch, knees pulled up so that she only took up one cushion. Even if the rest of the couch was completely unoccupied beside her, she wanted to be as respectful as possible. The room was almost full by the way producers, writers, and managers scattered around, but she was only there for one of them; the boy in the booth. Harry’s been recording for about 2 hours now and she knew that he was overdue for a break, however, she also knew that he wouldn’t step foot outside of the booth until what he recorded was 100% to his liking, and they both knew that his perfectionist tendencies was his vice.

She sat around for a bit longer, silently playing games on her phone mindlessly while periodically checking the time, until she heard a muffled shout come from the booth– the booth that she knew only had Harry in it. Looking up, she saw Harry with the studio headphones pulled down to hang around his neck, stepping to the side so he wouldn’t be shouting into the microphone. She rolled her eyes and stared at him in annoyance, waiting until he would eventually catch her gaze. Right when he did, he could already see the look in her eyes which made him look down ashamedly, taking the headphones from his neck to put on the mic stand, coming out of the booth like a puppy with its tail between its legs. He already knew he was about to get chewed out by the way she looked at him, almost disappointed by the way he seemed to lack self care when he was working.

“Can we break for a minute, everyone? 30 minutes, tops.” She said loudly enough so everyone could hear her. Everyone immediately agreed and began to shuffle out of the room, leaving only YN and Harry in the space. Once the final person left and they heard the door click shut, she turned her head back to him with a distinct glimmer in her eyes.

“Really, H?” She sighed, gesturing to him to join her on the couch. She slid her legs down and opened them a little, already knowing that he was going to fall and put his entire weight onto her. And she was right. The second she opened her arms, he slumped down into a sitting position at first, before laying down with his head resting just below her chin, head turned toward the soundboard with a pout on his raspberry lips.

“I know, ‘M sorry,” He sighed, arms coming round to rest underneath her back in a loose hold, trying to get as much comfort as possible. “Jus’ hate when it doesn’t come out exactly how I envisioned it.”

“I know, but overworking yourself and your precious voice doesn’t equate to anything and it especially won’t equate to perfection if you’re tired. Looking at it all, especially from my perspective, it jus’ looks like you’re being mean. Like, lashing out on all of those people… they’re tired too, bub. They don’t deserve this kind of treatment from you, especially not when you can help it. Are you seeing what I mean?” She tried to lay it out in the most delicate way possible while also knocking some sense into him, and it all started to make sense to him after all.

“You do know you need to apologize to them, right?” She mutters into his hair, pressing the tiniest of kisses to his hair.

“I know. You’re right. I mean, you’re always right, but you’re especially right, right now. I dunno how y’always know me, or how you always know how t’make it better.” Harry grumbled. He hated this part. He hated when what he was envisioning didn’t come to full fruition right away.

“It’s because I’m your best friend,” She could feel the way they both collectively tensed at her words, “It’s just what I do. I know you better than anyone else in this world and I have since we were toddlers. There’s no way you can be surprised now, ‘M basically your only friend.”

He laughed along with her, trying his best to mask the rejection he felt when he heard her say that she was his best friend. “Y’are, lovie. The only one who knows me like this.”

She hummed. “The only one who ever will,” She said in full conviction. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, their faces close to each other. He could feel her breath on his face, and when he went to lift himself up a little to be able to meet her lips, she cleared her throat and nudged up a bit, creating distance between them.

Tangling her fingers back into his hair, she awkwardly whispered, “Now, rest for a little bit, bub. I’ll wake you up when they’re ready to go.”

— 3

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for YN and Harry to have dinner with each other’s families, but there was something about tonight that made the both of them have a weird twinge in their stomachs that tonight would be different. It started off normal, really. They showed up to YN’s parents house, one of her hands pushed into the crook of his arm. YN had a bottle of wine in her other hand while Harry had his shoved into his pocket. Ringing the doorbell, there was something about the lack of commotion coming from inside that made them share a weird glance, before they shrugged their shoulders in unison and put it to the side when they heard the lock click.

YN’s mom opened the door with a sheepish grin on her face, and YN already knew she was going to spew out an apology for something.

“Hi, my loves, missed you. But, before you both come in,” Her mom wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist, “Uncle Rick is here.”

YN and Harry both groaned, already dreading the dinner that hadn’t even started. They knew something was up when they didn’t hear the shouts of little kids wrestling each other to get to the door, and now it was completely explained why.

Uncle Rick was her dad’s estranged brother who had only started coming around 5 or 6 Christmases ago, and the entire family has had a weird dislike for him since the beginning. He was creepy! As simple as that. He used to make weird comments on her and her sisters bodies, and he liked to talk to Harry about how much money Harry had, while also trying to push out a sob story so Harry would flit him some cash. It never worked, by the way.

“That explains why the rascals weren’t here t’open the door,” Harry muttered, an annoyed and pouty look already on his face. He was excited to see the little ones, and they weren’t even here!

“Harry, stop with the look, don’t be a brat. Both of you, lighten up! I dislike him as much as you do but you two are the only ones who showed up for dinner. Your sisters bailed the second I mentioned him, so please just try to be nice?” YN’s mom scolded Harry. Since they’ve known each other since they were practically still in diapers, she treated him like her own and Anne did the same for YN.

“I’ll try,” Harry grumbled, patting YN’s bum when her mom stepped out of the way to let them in. Unhooking their arms from each other, they pushed their coats off and hung them up. Turning to each other, they shared a look before inhaling deeply at the same time, entwining fingers. “We got this, lovie. I believe in us.”

YN only nodded, trudging forward with him trailing behind her, his arm lifting a bit from the small pull where their hands were conjoined. Walking into the kitchen, she greeted her dad with a side hug in an attempt to not let go of Harry, before pulling back to let Harry greet him as well. They stepped back and looked at her dad expectantly, a sigh emitting when he saw their faces. “Sorry, kiddos. Would’ve told you, but mom wanted you guys to be here to keep us sane.”

“It’s okay, dad, but you have to shut him down if he says something about me. You promised last time.” She sighed, leaning into Harry the slightest bit for no reason other than familiarity and comfort.

“I will, Princess. I promise.” He shook his head fast, immediately abiding to the promise he made a couple of months ago.

“Alright, bub, let’s go say hi,” YN mentally prepared herself as they walked over to the living room, humming when her mom told her to get him for dinner. YN subconsciously tightened her grip on Harry’s hand, him doing the same. “Hi Uncle Rick, you remember Harry, right?”

“How couldn’t I remember? Y’bring that bugger around more than anyone else, I woulda thought he got you locked down. Quite annoying, that one is.” Uncle Rick’s feet were propped up onto the coffee table, a feeling of disgust already swirling in both of their chest when they could smell the mix of beer and smoke oozing from his pores.

“Um– He’s literally right here, and you just called him annoying?” She said quite exasperatedly, a muffled groan leaving her lips. “Whatever, it’s fine. Mom wanted us to tell you that dinner’s ready.”

“God, finally! Your moms been taking forever, annoying how long she takes to get everything ready. I mean, isn’t that her job? To cook and clean? She does a pretty shit job at it if I’m honest.” The man groaned, struggling to even get off the couch. He walked past them and placed a hand on YN’s waist when he passed by, making her jump and twist into the front of Harry’s body. He caught her with ease, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her body. He could feel how tense she was, her unease and anger radiating off of her in waves.

“Fuck. My. Life.” She muttered, leaning her face fully into his chest, banging her forehead against it with each word. Harry hummed, placing a few kisses onto her head to conceal the fact that he too, was bubbling with anger.

“Gonna kill him, lovie. The fuck was that, anyway? Calling me annoying when I’m right here? 5 feet away from him? Not a lot of cogs turning in tha’ one’s head, I’ll tell ya,” Harry snorted, trying to relax his best friend a little bit. “Calm down, babe, practically shakin’ in m’arms.”

She sighed, nodding into him. Comfort slowly seeped into her when she felt the gradual pressure of his arms behind her back. “I know, I’m sorry. Thank you for being here, though, you’re the bestest friend I could’ve ever asked for.”

Harry isn’t afraid to admit his heart shatters the tiniest bit at this. He even goes far to unwrap his arms from her frame prematurely, plastering on a fake smile before she can see the frown he had on. “‘S what I’m here for.”

A confused look made its way onto YN’s face, wondering what she said wrong to make him let her go. Opening her mouth to ask, she shut it right after she heard her mom call to them.

“Kids, come eat now!” She shouted.

“Coming!” YN called back, giving Harry one last look, a small look of hurt in her eyes, before pivoting on her heel to walk to the dining room.

They sat down, Uncle Rick at the head of the table with YN and Harry on one side, and her parents on the other. Harry frowned when she didn’t scooch her chair over a bit to be closer to him, and he looked at the amount of space that was between them. Taking initiative, he moved his chair over and rested his hand on her thigh, YN grumbling under her breath but grabbing his hand anyway and interlocking their fingers. Although he was right handed, he’d sacrifice his dominant hand to hold hers any day.

The four of them talked easily, Uncle Rick staying out of the conversations mainly, but he hummed or protested every so often to give pieces of mind (even though it was severely unneeded).

“So, YN, I heard that you graduated a couple of months out of medical school? How’d that go? Normally girls your age sleep around to graduate from something so difficult, hm?” Uncle Rick commented disgustingly, food spewing out of his mouth since he was talking with his mouth full.

“Um– sorry, what?” YN choked on the wine she brought, a fiery look already in her eyes. Her parents’ expressions dropped instantly, her dad already trying to sputter out an apology.

“If you’re implying that I slept with the higher ups to graduate then I’m sorry, you’re dead wrong. I worked so hard to get to where I am now, and maybe if you hadn’t been estranged, mind you, we didn’t even know who you were, then maybe you would’ve noticed. Or maybe, you’d still be the same sleazy prick you’ve always been. Either way, it’s no bother to me, I know how you feel after all. The way you try to subtly touch me and my sisters, we all notice it, but we’ve been biting our tongue for so long, because you know what? You’re family. But I’ve honestly had enough of it. Mom, Dad, me and H are leaving, thank you for dinner, but I really, really can’t.” She spewed out without missing a beat, tugging Harry up with her. He turned his head to look up at her, but he could see the upset look in his eyes and stood up without another word. He let go of her hand to go around the table to kiss her moms cheek and to clap her dad on the back.

He walked over to the threshold to leave, before deciding to give a little to this conversation as well. “Y’know, Uncle Rick, I tried m’hardest to be respectful as well, and I always wanted t’make a good impression, especially since I was with my best friends family, but I’ve been here f’longer than y’have to know that they’d love me either way, so I’ll just say this before I go; I didn’t mind when you’d make comments about me, but it’s another thing when y’making weird comments about her. She’s everything t’me, m’soulmate, really, and I feel bad that you’ve probably never had one. It would explain why y’so miserable, wouldn’t it?”

Rick tried to say something, but was quickly cut off. “And I pity that you’ll never get to see how wonderful YN is. I really do pity y’for that. She’s incredibly smart, beautiful inside and out, and y’threw away the chance to have something amazing with her. So for your own benefit, I hope something changes f’you so you can get t’know her. But if not, don’t worry, really, we’re very fine off without you, anyway. Goodnight, Y/M/N and Y/D/N, it’s been wonderful seeing y’both again. ‘M sure we’ll be back soon in better circumstances, I hope.”

And with that, he leaves the kitchen, leaving the three of them in awe.

Grabbing the both of their coats, noticing how YN had forgotten hers, he slammed the door shut and stalked quickly to the car, noticing how she was already in her assigned seat (He’d always joked about how she was the prettiest passenger princess), gnawing on her lips as glimmering tears lay stagnant in her eyes. He walked faster when he clocked this, knowing that her biting her lips was an anxious tic of hers. Popping open the door, he sat and settled into the driver's seat as fast as possible, turning on the ignition to power on the heater as quickly as he could.

She turned her head to him, and he grabbed the back of her head in a tight hold, his other hand wounding around her waist. Sobs starting to fill the car, followed by soft shushing by Harry.

“It’s okay, bub, y’so okay, I’m here, it’s okay.” He reassured, heart clenching at the gutwrenching sobs that left her.

“Love y’so much, you’re s’perfect, and he’s so so wrong. You’re m’best friend in the world, the best person I know... Precious girl, wish y’saw yourself the way I see you.” He placed the softest of kisses to the side of her head, whispering sweet words to her until her sobs calmed and he felt her move her eyes from his shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“I love you, H, no one I trust more in this world than you,” She whispered, pulling back to lay her temple on his cheek. Pulling back a little more, they now looked at each other, his eyes searching her watery ones. Their breaths hitched when they realized just how close they were to each other, knowing that if they were to move even an inch their lips would touch. They both moved forward a little, before jumping away from each other when Harry’s elbow pushed a little too hard on the center of the wheel, the horn honking.

A shy laugh left her lips as she spun back to face the windshield, a soft blush coating her cheeks. “Home?”

Harry cleared his throat, nodding slowly, a smile growing on his face when he realized that she referred to his house as home. “Yeah, bub, let’s go home.”

— 4

“Harry! YN! Come in, come in!” They smiled at her friend Alex, who was already noticeably drunk, a pink flush on her cheeks. As much as they didn’t like parties, they decided to show up to Alex’s birthday party, the decision hard for the two of them since they knew it would pretty much be like a party at a frat house. Alex pulled on YN’s hand, dragging her inside to the party, Harry being tugged along as well when he grabbed YN’s outstretched one. They get dragged to the kitchen, being heavily encouraged by Alex to make a drink, before running away when she gets distracted by another one of her friends.

“I guess bartender Harry’s making an appearance,” Harry shrugged, “What can I make f’you, bub?”

She tilted her head, thinking it over. “My usual, please.”

“One cherry vodka with sprite coming right up, sweets!” They talked for a little, giggling when Harry had opened a fresh liter of Sprite to make sure it was safe, which started spewing everywhere and in turn, all over his white shirt. “Fucks sake!”

“Messy boy.” She giggled, taking the drink with a gracious smile. She took his hand to lead him to the living room, finding a few of her friends and talking to them, also making conversation with Harry who they knew because of how many times he’s met them. When YN had thought about it, she realized that he really is there every single time she goes out with her friends. It’s like she had her own personal bodyguard.

After a few of her friends had come and gone, she placed her now empty cup on the counter that Harry was resting his back on, trying to stabilize himself as she relaxed herself into his body. “‘M gonna go up and use the bathroom real quick, will you be okay down here?”

“Of course I’ll be okay, but you be safe, bub.” He sent her away with a pat to her bum, a squeal leaving her lips. He watched her walk away with a smile on his face, not even realizing how lovesick the grin must’ve looked. A poof of blonde hair in front of him distracted him from her figure, and when he looked down, he saw a girl with curled and messy blonde waves, thick eyeliner paired with red lipstick that’d grown messy throughout the night. “Hi?”

“You’re so hot.” Blondie commented bluntly. He stepped back to create some space between them, sliding his arm out of her rough grip. He couldn’t pinpoint the reason why her hands felt like sandpaper on his tanned skin, but it felt like he’d just been burned with a flat iron.

“Oh, um… thank you? That’s very sweet, but I’ve got a girl-” He started.

“She doesn’t need to know…” She purred, and disgust filled Harry’s face.

“I’m flattered, but I really do have a girlfriend, and she’s here with me tonight, I’m not comfortable with this, ‘M sorry.” He tried again, but every time he would take a step backward, Blondie would take a step forward. Can she not take the hint?!

“Is the girlfriend in the room with us?” She started to get annoyed. A small weight lifted from his chest because he thought maybe if she got tired of him, she would just leave. He tried to wait for this plan to work, but he realized he didn’t even need to when he saw his precious girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes caught his, and he tried to iterate in his eyes that he needed help, and fast. She noticed and tried to go down the stairs a bit faster, not even caring if she stepped on someone. She walked fast to close the distance between them, burrowing herself in the space Harry provided when he lifted his arm as she was on her way over.

“Hi baby,” YN started, pecking a kiss to his cheek sweetly, before turning her gaze to the girl in front of Harry. “Oh! I’m so sorry, that was so rude of me! Hi, I’m Harry’s girlfriend, YN. And you are…?”

Blondie stared at YN’s outstretched hand in confusion, rolling her eyes and flipping her messy blonde hair over her shoulder, whacking YN in the face with the tips as she walked away. YN pulled a face of disgust, Harry immediately brushing her face off softly with his hand.

“Fuckin’ bitch, thinks she can take y’from me,” YN muttered under her breath, quiet enough to the point that even Harry himself couldn’t hear, which said a lot since they were practically telepathically connected.

“Hm?” Harry questioned, but she didn’t say a word.

“Nothing, just crazy to think that these girls think they can get you without getting through me first, that’s all.” She smiled up at Harry innocently.

He snorted. “I send my luck out to anyone who even ends up trying. Thank you for saving me, bub. I owe you, big time.”

“Just take me home now. Can we watch a movie?”

“Anything f’you, Sweetheart.”

— 5

They didn’t really like these galas.

To be honest, it wasn’t really their scene and they’d much rather be at Harry’s house, cuddled on the couch with her feet on his thighs, his fingers digging into the heels and soles of his feet mindlessly.

They were in matching outfits, a silky emerald dress hugging her body whilst also accentuating her curves. Harry was clad in a velvety dark green suit, a black button up buttoned to just the middle of his torso matching her black YSL purse that she got as a graduation gift from him (among many other things against her wishes). They walked into the event arm in arm which wasn’t unusual for the pair. She tended to be his date to these once in a while events he’d agree to going to. The two had already walked in whispering and giggling about how they caught Glenne and Jeff sucking face in a darkened hallway near the entrance.

Harry found a couple of his friends he’d made while in the process of making the album, YN standing close to his side with a polite smile on her face. After a couple of minutes, she’d become thirsty and, unnoticeably to anyone else, tapped her fingers on his forearm that her hand was hanging on. He looked to her, a soft but questioning smile on his face, and she scrunched her nose, clearing her throat to speak. “‘M gonna get a drink, bub. Getting a little thirsty, do you want anything?”

He shook his head, turning fully to face her. She unhook her hand from the crook of his arm, nodding toward the bar. “D’you want me t’come with you?”

She shook her head no, already stepping back to move towards the bar. “I’ll be okay, jus’ keep an eye on me in case I need saving, yeah?”

“Of course, only have eyes f’you anyway.” He unashamedly flirted, chuckling at the bashful look on her face, turning her gaze to anything but him to will away the blush begging to make itself known on her cheeks.

“Cheeky boy, I’ll be back.” She smiled, shaking her head. He pulled her in a little, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before sending her away, following her figure with his eyes to ensure she was safe on the less than eight feet walk to the bar. Once assured she was there safely, he turned his gaze to his gaggle of friends, making small talk with them, nothing more than work and the weather. He’d shared a couple of laughs before his brain made itself aware that his other half wasn’t back to his side as quickly as it would normally take her, and he turned his head to look for his girl– not his girl, but– no, she was his girl. They’d both known it anyway.

His heart dropped to about his toes when he saw her turn her head too, a quick panicked glimmer in her eyes. He was unsure if he was reading her correctly, but when he kept his gaze trained on her for a little longer and watched as she gave him the same panicked look, he knew she was in trouble. She looked back forward, trying to be as polite as possible, and he excused himself from the group in the blink of an eye. Striding over as fast as his legs would allow, he slowed his pace down a little to not look suspicious to any onlookers. He found her quickly, her head turning once more, a now relieved and slightly amused look in her eyes. Clocking the creepy looking guy standing in front of her, he said fuck all to looking suspicious and picked up his pace once more.

He closed the distance between them quickly, pressing his front against her back gently, trying his best to not be overbearing. The heat radiating from his body automatically calmed her, feeling the way he let his arm snake around his waist to let his hand sit on the small space between her hip and her waist, a large tattooed hand resting on her tummy. She placed the drink onto the bar, laying her cold hand onto his warm one. He leaned towards her head, kissing her hair and humming when she leaned her head a bit into his lips.

“Hi m’love, who’s this?” He asked while tilting his head down to look at her, finding her eyes to send her a message to go along with him. She looked up too, reading his eyes instantly and knowing what they were going to do. Just like they did at the house party, they were going to fake date for a little bit. This was him returning the favor.

“Hi baby, this is Jack, Jack, this is my boyfriend– um… Peter.” She giggled, not being able to think of a better name. “He said that he’s Jeff Azoff’s personal assistant,” Looking toward the guy who shriveled into himself with fear, a smirk present her lips. Obviously they both knew that Jeff didn’t have a male personal assistant– Glenne had given the job to her friend’s daughter, and they were just as close with her as they were Glenne herself. “He even said that he’s gotten to know Harry Styles quite well himself, also offered to take me to meet him after this event, isn’t he so sweet?”

Harry had to lift a hand to rub his lips to prevent himself from laughing. “Oh yeah, darling, that would be wonderful. Think I can tag along with you? I’m a huge fan, and would love to meet the guy. Tonight might not be the best, though, I heard he’s at a fancy event or something.”

“Oh, of course, baby, how could I forget? Could I have your phone? I could get Jack’s number so we can arrange something,” Turning to fully face Jack, she giggled a little at the way his complexion now was pale like he saw a ghost. The three of them knew he’d been caught in a lie. She felt the weight of his phone on her hand and pulled it up to her face, her face ID unlocking it instantly. “What was your number?”

Jack stumbled over his words. “I- um… Uh- I just– Forget it.” Scrambling away as fast as he could, the two laughed together as she turned in his hold. She moved her arm down to drop his phone back into his pocket. She wounded her arms back up to place her arms on his biceps, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Boyfriend, huh?” He grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head when she dropped it onto his chest, a groan leaving her lips.

“You started it!” She whined, lifting her head back up to meet his green eyes.

“I know, I know. Can’t believe it took you a Rory imposter to call me y’boyfriend, though. Been waiting forever for that, really. Sounds pretty coming from y’lips, if I’m honest.” A sigh tumbled from his lips, trying to subtly let her know what he was feeling.

“Me too. In our very own romance book, eh? Fake dating trope and all.” She giggled, lifting her arms to wound around his neck, obviously picking up on what he was putting down.

They were finally having their moment.

“Gonna let me make it real, Sweetheart?” He whispered, ducking his head down to be level with hers.

“God, hurry up with it will you? Been waiting for this since we were teenag- oh!” She was cut off by his lips on hers.

It was natural. Of course it was.

The way their lips met made her truly believe in the romance books she was just joking about not even a second ago. She could taste the sweetness from the cookies they snacked on in the car on the seams of his lips, softness from the chapstick he borrowed from her still moisturizing his lips. He could feel every dip and crevice in hers if he focused enough– as if he wasn’t completely drowning in all of her. Her perfume, her hands on his neck, the taste of her lips.

Pulling away with a quiet smack, he grinned as widely as humanly possible, bunny teeth making its full appearance, as well as his dimples. He placed another sweet kiss to her nose, making her scrunch up her face.

“Fuckin’ finally. So in love with you, sweet girl, m’best friend.”

“Mm, love you, H.”

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jjongslutz · 6 months

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박제이 JAY 💋 TAKE FIVE! [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH you've always trusted jay. he's a good director. but you've gotta admit, this gig is... weird

WARNINGS ⨯ fem!reader, pw(out)p, soft dom!jay x sub!reader, director!jay x voice actor!reader, use of pet names (baby, good girl, darling) guided masturbation (f. receiving), recording (audio), fingering (f. receiving), finger sucking, p in v sex, cumming in mouth

WORD COUNT ⨯ 2.4k

AUTHOR’S NOTE . . . i don't even know what prompted this so…. enjoy!

You moan into the mic, marking what feels like the fiftieth time of the day.

This is it, this is the one.

"Hm," you hear the disapproving hum from your headphones, instantly dropping your head in frustration. "I'm sorry Y/N, but I need more emotion."

"Can I have some water?" You ask, instead of returning to the task you just can't quite get.

As long as you've been a voice actor, a good three years, you've never played such a challenging role, which is surprising, considering you once voiced seven different characters in the same show.

Jay, the director, nods at you from behind the glass.

You make your way to his side of the studio in a rush. You truly can't stand another second in that recording booth making such embarrassing sounds into the microphone for a whole group of people to watch and listen.

"What's gotten into you, Y/N?"

This isn't the first time you're working with Jay. He's young, but a very well-known director in the voice acting community under the name Park Jongseong. Though, you know him best as just Jay, one of your old friends from college. Is it nepotism if it's your friend getting you these gigs? But, then again, you're also pretty popular in the community, so... tomato tomato.

You shrug at him, taking a sip out of your water bottle. "I don't know, I guess, it's just—" You raise your shoulders again and take an awkward look around the room. Gesturing with your eyes, you tell him, "There's a lot of people here, it's kinda weird."

The gig in itself is weird, you know this, and you knew this ever since Jay presented it to you.

"You want me to what?"

"It's really simple," he had said. So casually, as if he didn't just drop the bomb that you'll basically be voicing straight up porn. "You make a few... exaggerated sounds, and the jobs done. It pays really well, trust me."

And, since you did need the money, you accepted, expecting it to be the shortest recording session you've ever had.

You were proven wrong already.

Jay lets his forehead fall into his hand, rubbing at his temples as if trying to heal a headache, which he probably actually is. He sighs before letting his arm drop. "Guys, you can go home. I'll take it from here."

They do not have to be told twice because as soon as the words come out of their boss's mouth, they're packing up their bags, putting on their coats and saying their goodbyes. You watch them all file behind each other to exit the studio, and then it's just you and Jay.

"So..." he says, filling the silence. "You ready for another try?"

You're glad he's taken off his director persona. Using it as a pass to strip off some of your own professionalism, you heave a long sigh. "Yeah, sure."

And, so you do.

You moan into the mic, this time making your own face in disgust because even you can hear that it sounded off. But when you turn to Jay, you don't see him mirroring your expression.

Instead, he's watching you intently. His fingers rest on his bottom lip, which is tutting underneath them. He's thinking, thinking, thinking, and you know he's come up with a new idea by the way his lips curl up slowly.

You hear the click of his microphone, and soon his voice fills your headphones. "I have a suggestion." His voice is low, but not hesitant. Jay is anything but hesitant.

"I'll take anything at this point."

"I want you to touch yourself."

His eyes never leave yours despite the window barrier between the two of you. Had you not been wearing your headphones, you would've missed the suggestion entirely, but you cock your head to the side slowly and decide you're fine that you didn't.

He takes your silence as approval. "Pull out the chair and take off your shorts for me," he says quickly. And you do as you're told.

You slowly slide the shorts down your legs, turning your gaze away for a second to recollect yourself.

When you sit down, your eyes meet again. You're sure you've grown a red flush, but he doesn't seem to mind. “Bring the mic down closer to you.” He pulls his bottom lip through his teeth before giving you the next instruction. "Start rubbing your pussy over your panties. Slowly."

Your hand traces its way up your leg, to your thigh, and cunt, both staling and putting on a show. What the fuck am I doing? Using two fingers, you being to draw little circles, then big circles over your clit, starting up a nice rhythm. You hum, pushing your head back against the chair and closing your eyes.

"Good girl," he breathes, and you don't think he even notices he said it.

But you certainly did. It pulls a moan out of you.

Jay hums approvingly from his side. “Slide your fingers underneath your waistband. Touch around your clit, but don't touch it just yet. Can you do that for me?”

You give him a broken hum instead of words, listening to his directions and obeying them simply. Your pussy pulses beneath your touch, begging for your fingers to reach where you want it most. But you listen to Jay obediently, letting your hands draw circles around your cunt, eliciting whimpers from your core.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Jay whispers into your ears. You wish he was in the room with you. You’re not sure what you want him to do, but you want more than just his entrancing voice in the headphones. “Keep reading the script,” he adds.

Right. You almost forgot about it.

Your character is meant to be reading while getting fucked from behind, their words slurred together and interrupted by moans. It’s hot, but the text is less than turning you on.

Starting from the top, you read it out loud, your fingers collecting the juices spilling out from your pleasure.

Without permission, you stick one finger inside of you. You push it in, and out, before retracting it completely and bringing it up to your mouth to suck on it. Once your finger is coated in your saliva, it goes back into your cunt, forgetting all about Jay’s piercing gaze from the other side of the glass.

His voice rings in your ears. “What are you doing, baby? That’s not part of the script,” he teases.

Your finger still in your sopping cunt, you lean forward to start back with the script. At about halfway, Jay’s voice sounds again.

“Play with your clit.” His voice drips with a sense of hunger that turns you on.

Your thumb rolls over your clit, finally, a broken moan escaping your lips. You curl your other fingers inside of you, searching for your G-spot which you just can't quite reach. A whine drawls out of you.

When he’s satisfied with your noises, you hear the click of his mic turning on. “Pinch your nipple.”

Bringing your other arm up, you notice your hardened nipples aching to be played with. You twist and pinch and tug to Jay’s pleasure.

“Good girl,” he groans again. His hand drifts further down his body to where you can't see from where you're sitting, but you watch his arm jerk and match his pace with the fingers in your pussy. “Fuck,” he mutters, taking off his headphones and slamming them on the table before moving for the door into the recording booth.

The sudden slam of the door startles you, making you jump in your seat. You close your legs quickly with your hands still embarrassingly stuck down your panties.

Jay fakes concern. “Aw baby, are you shy?” He kneels down in front of you, holding teasingly sweet eye contact as he gets down. His hands come up to your hips and dig into the waistband. You twitch as he snaps the band against your skin. “How about we take these off so I can see how wet you are?”

They come off within seconds. You’re scrambling to get back into your seat as Jay keeps watching you patiently.

“Perfect.” He runs his thumb against your dripping core, sending shivers down your spine. Your pre-cum leaves his finger shining. He raises his hand up to your mouth and swipes his thumb against your lips. You open them to welcome the taste of your wetness. “Good girl.”

As your tongue laps his thumb, you squeal when you feel an invasion in your cunt. Jay’s stuck two fingers into you, and thrusts them rhythmically to your tongue on his other hand.

You moan at the arousing sensations. Your eyes flutter shut naturally, but they catch on the flickering red light from atop the booth’s door.

It’s still recording. Fuck, you think, unable to form coherent words, bucking your hips as you feel your high coming closer. Your breaths are short and your cries are higher pitched, completely letting yourself get lost in the feeling.

And then it all slips away.

“Why,” you whine, prolonging the syllable in distress.

Jay wears a teasing smile, but his eyes show gentle affection. His hands go down to his waistband, but he interrupts himself in his movement. “Oh, baby, were you gonna cum? I’m sorry, I thought you’d want to do it on my cock instead, but I can finger you some more—”

“No!” You sit up hurriedly, grabbing his waistband weakly to take it off for him.

“Such a good girl,” he says proudly, watching you scramble to take his pants off.

You bite your lip at the wet patch on his boxers, but more at the outline of his hardened arousal underneath them. Jay looks at you intensely, his eyes telling you, “Go on.”

His erection slaps against his clothed torso. His tip shines of precum and it takes everything in you not to lap it all in your tongue.

Jay’s hand harshly grabs your hair, pulling your head to make eye contact with him towering above you. “Darling, don’t forget what we’re here for.”

You’re reminded of the recording mic and the script, crumpled paper, now, sitting on the script-stand. Pathetically, you get up from your knees, placing your hands on the stand and arching your back, giving him clear access to your entrance, which glistens in invitation.

Looking at the microphone sitting atop its stand, bent to where it sits right under your lips, your mind wanders at the thought of the shape and how much you wish it was Jay’s cock. You imagine putting him in your mouth and taking him all the way down your throat, letting him thrust upward, causing you to choke on him and clenching your throat tighter to make sure he spills his seed deep inside you.

The intrusion of him aligning himself to your hole shuts your thoughts up. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he slides in slowly.

His first thrust pulls out a pornagraphic moan from you. The way he hits right where you need him, balls-deep into your cunt. Your hand drags down to your stomach where you feel the tip of his dick pushing forward with each thrust.

You clench around him, trying to focus on the script through blurry vision. Taking breaks between every few words to moan or suck in a deep breath—more often, both—you manage measly to get through your lines.

“Good girl,” Jay calls you again. His hand reaches down to stroke your hair gently, before he harshly grips the base of it, bundling it in his hands and using it as leverage to slam his hips against yours. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Combining his fast thrusts and his hypnotizing words, you know you’re not going to last long. You feel his cock hit your g-spot and it’s all over. You’re clenching and whining into the microphone, letting out the most pleasurable angelic noises you’ve ever made. Your legs tremble underneath his unstilling movements.

When you’re done shaking in pleasure beneath him, your hips buck forward to avoid overstimulation, his cock slipping out. Jay doesn’t mind, his hand going directly to his aching groin, moving at a fast pace.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You love the sounds he makes. His low hums, the way he speaks quickly to not interrupt himself by a loud moan.

Steadying yourself on the chair, you kneel in front of him, his cock jerking against your mouth. He groans above you, thrusting his hips into it as he gets close. You open your mouth and welcome his spilling white ropes as he closes his eyes tightly and lets out the most brain-fuzzing sound of the day.

Jay takes his hand and cups your jaw. His thumb swipes over the leftover cum leaking over your lips, pushing it through as to not waste any bit of it. “Perfect,” he whispers at the beautiful sight in front of him.

He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, dampens it with water from your bottle and cleans you, then the microphone and script stands.

You thank him as he helps you pull your clothes on over your body, muscles still shaking.

When you’re both on the outside of the booth, nothing is different in the air from when you were out here with him before. You’re not sure if you wish it had changed or if you’re thankful there’s nothing weird that came from what you just did.

“How was that,” you ask, sipping on your bottle. You’re not really serious, you know it was good, but you need the confirmation.

A light dust of pink shades his cheeks as he names the audio file “Y/N as Mina, Ep. 4.” “Yes, you did, uh, very good. Really good.”

A smile creeps upon your lips, but you suppress it by biting your lip. “Thank you.”

With your words, his blush deepens.

But despite his bashful expression, your eyes train on the movement of his mouse on the screen, noting how he duplicates the file and saves it into another folder, labeled: X.

“I’d be happy to work with you again, Jay.”

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chrissv4mp · 20 days

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hey!! your writing is too fucking good omg. would you be down to write a cute celebration with olivia rodrigo, where the reader is an athlete and makes the winning basket or smth??

my champion 🏆💞

warnings: none!

author's note: HIHI ur so sweet, tysm☹️🫶🏼 also, more olivia fics out soon bc yall seem to really like them!!🙈 this is a little short bc im like really bad at writing fluff! also olivia being a basketball gf... AHHHH very VERY old thing i wrote butttt... i had to keep u guys fed until i get so american out!!

pairing: fem!reader × olivia rodrigo OR basketball player!reader × olivia rodrigo

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"that's a travel, what the fuck?" you scoffed, resisting the urge to stand up off the bench.

coach collins sighed, rubbing her temple as she looked to the ground. the opposing team bad just made a basket and were now ahead of USC.

you bounced your leg out of stress as you looked up at the scoreboard, 2 more minutes until the fourth quarter, and the state championships, ended.

"we need subs," coach collins said, but your teammates didn't move until she looked back at them darkly.

you didn't move either, assuming that you weren't allowed any playing time since you had been in for a majority of the game.

"y/n, you too." a smile formed on your lips as you stood and ran to quickly kneel on the sideline.

the referee blew the whistle and you and the other 4 girls were allowed on the court. you couldn't help but look up into the crowd, trying to spot your girlfriend.

"c'mon, y/n! woo!" olivia cheered, and you could feel your smile and the urge to win grow.

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15 seconds, and the opposing team had the ball.

they were still up by one point, and you kept cursing yourself for missing baskets.

"shoot the god damn ball!" an audience member yelled, and the girl who had the ball obeyed.

it bounced off the rim, falling straight into your hands. you didn't hesitate to sprint down the court, stopping just at the 3-point line.

you had to make this or USC would lose. you would lose.

inhaling deeply, you bent your knees and then jumped, watching as the ball rolled off your fingertips and into the air.

3 seconds, the crowd informed as they counted down. the ball hit the rim, but it didn't bounce back.

2 seconds, the ball spun around the orange rim, and you could feel your nerves coming back.

1 second, the ball went in.

the crowd erupted in cheerful roars, screams being heard from your team as they ran up to you.

your mouth fell open, shock being visible on your face as one of your teammates came to pat you on the back.

"let's go, y/n!" she yelled, smiling.

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after the small celebration with your team and a quick shower, you began to make your way down the hall towards the exit.

just as you were about to pass a hallway, olivia jumped out at you and pulled you into her embrace.

your eyes widened for a second, but then you wrapped your arms around her lovingly, resting your chin on her shoulder and breathing in her perfume.

"you did great, babe." she muttered, pulling away from the hug before grabbing your face and kissing you.

smiling, you grabbed her waist, bringing your bodies closer together before muttering against her lips, "thank you, liv. i wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

olivia pulled away before showering your face with kisses again, holding you tightly.

"hey, let's get out of here, yeah?" you suggested, grabbing hold of her hand and beginning to walk out of the building.

liv nodded, not being able to take her eyes off of you.

"what're you looking at?" you laughed as you got into the car, buckling your seat belt as you put your keys into the ignition.

"you. you're just so pretty." she mused, reaching over to grab your hand again.

the car ride home wasn't at all silent due to olivia congratulating you ever 5 seconds. she was such a sweet girl, you didn't understand why other people didn't think so.

as the two of you approached your home, olivias smile widened, her grip on your hand just a little tighter, "i knew you guys would win, y'know?"

you smirked, looking over at her as you parked the car in your driveway, "yeah?"

the brunette nodded, "yeah, that's why i did something special. just for you, baby."

"c'mon." she smiled, getting out of the car.

your smirk turned to a smile as you got out of the car, following liv inside of the house and out to the backyard.

your mouth fell agape as you saw the scene outside. there was a small blanket on the grass, on top of it was a picnic basket with pillows laying just beside it.

"liv, oh my god." you mumbled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

"surprise, love." she said, kissing your cheek before leading you to the sit beside her on the blanket.

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it wasn't long until the sun had set and the both of you were lying down and looking up at the stars, hands intertwined.

the only sounds that heard were quiet breaths and the gentle gusts of wind every now and then.

you loved whenever it was like this, just you and your girlfriend alone, sitting in comfortable silence.

"i love you." you whispered, turning your head to look over at the beautiful brunette.

liv turned her head just after you, staring at your eyes as she smiled sweetly, "i love you more,"

you rolled your eyes, scoffing as you looked away, "not possible, but okay, liv."

"it is possible?" olivia laughed, squeezing your hand lovingly.

the rest of the night was spent under your guys' shared roof, holding each other tightly and never letting go.

you wondered what you did to deserve liv.

. . .

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witchwyfe · 2 months

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here with me - tik

pairing - college! Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x female reader

précis - mav makes a bet during the soccer's teams getaway.

content/warnings - language, annoyance towards maverick, fluff

word count - 933

a/n - college soccer player ice series

“Okay, you know this is actually really stupid.” You complain, curled up in the backseat of Carole’s car. “Everyone else wants to sleep together, why can’t we?”

“You know how the guys are,” Ice huffs from the other end of the phone. “They’re turning it into a competition.”

“Yeah, and who’s idea was it?” You scoff. “Maverick’s. He’s single and an asshole, he doesn’t have any stake in the game, of course he would propose something like this.”

Something like this being, for your autumn break trip to a cabin, sleeping arrangements are all girls together, and all boys together. Despite the fact, that the trip is made up of some of the soccer team, and their girlfriends. Mav even thought it would be funny to have whoever caves first, buy everyone dinner on the last night.

You sigh loudly, ignoring Carole’s chuckle from the driver’s seat. Her and Goose finally got their shit together, and they’ve been happily dating since summer.

“And of course you won’t crack, because you love to win.” You whine pitifully, more to yourself than your boyfriend. “I’ll see you when we get there.”

You hang up and shove your phone into your purse, leaning your head against the window, watching a flurry of orange as you pass a multitude of trees.

Not much more time passes before you’re pulling up at the cabin, clearly the last ones there, if the amount of cars shoved into the dirt driveway, is anything to go by.

Ice, Goose, and Slider are quick to come out and help with the bags in the back of Carole’s trunk.

“Hiya honey,” Goose greets, before dipping Carole in a dramatic kiss. You turn to see Ice, and pout, before falling into his arms.

“Hey baby,” He murmurs, pressing a kiss at your hairline.

“Icey,” You whine. “Missed you.”

“Pretty girl.” He coos. “I missed you too.”

Following a week of mid-terms, you’d barely gotten to see your boyfriend. Both of you had stacked schedules with exams and papers, and Ice had a big game right before break began. You were looking forward to a long weekend with him, snuggled into his arms while you sleep, the way you hadn’t been able to.

His arms squeeze easily around your waist, and he lifts you a bit until you can’t help but smile. You fist your hands in the material of his sweatshirt.

“Was lookin’ forward to sleeping with you this weekend.” You tell him quietly. “I didn’t sleep well last week.”

“I know, me too.” He says, lips at your temple. “I’m sorry angel.”

“Not your fault your friends are stupid.”

He chuckles, squeezing you one more time before setting you down. He grabs your duffel bag and purse, waiting for you to shut your car door, before heading inside.

“Carole and I are sharing a room, I think,” You frown. “That’s what Marcy said in the group chat.” Marcy, Slider’s girlfriend, was also very upset about the sleeping arrangements, had coordinated which room everyone is staying in. Your boyfriend nods and continues in, before stopping at a room and gently setting your bags down.

You notice two beds, neither much bigger than a twin, but still an upgrade from the college dorm bed Ice had snuck in, to share with you countless times the previous year.

“Look baby,” You whine. “We could totally fit in here, you always cuddle up anyway.”

“I know, sweet girl,” He soothes with a kiss to your temple.

Carole comes in a second later, Goose rolling her suitcase while she spouts similar complaints that you had.

“Just because Mav isn’t getting any, doesn’t mean he has to ruin it for the rest of us.” She huffs, crossing her arms against her chest. Goose barely bites back his snort, throwing his head back in laughter before Carole sticks a withering glare on him.

You nod in agreement, turning towards her. “That’s what I was just telling him, I mean why did anyone invite him anyway? He’s fucking annoying.”

“Okay,” Ice warns softly. “Not that I don’t currently share the sentiment, but Mav’s room is right down the hall and I’m sure he can hear us.”

You roll your eyes but oblige, leaning into him. “Are we allowed to sit together on the couch at least?”

You packed everything you need for your night time routine and to sleep. Your face is washed, teeth are brushed, and now you’re scrolling on your phone, trying to chill before bed. Carole had long snuck out of your room and into Goose’s—you wish your boyfriend didn’t take everything so seriously. Goose laughed in Mav’s face when he proposed the competition—so it’s too quiet and you don’t have anyone to talk to. Right in the middle of your scroll through Tik Tok, your phone buzzes with a text.

I miss u

You smile, imagining your boyfriend curled up in his bed, missing you enough to send you text.

Come in

You respond.

Carole left. We can push the beds together :)

He sends back:

We don’t need that much room.

Less than a minute later, your door is being pushed open and your boyfriend, clad in boxers and an old crewneck is suddenly sliding in behind you, arms circling your waist.

“Missed you.” He mumbles into your neck, the tip of his nose cold against the skin.

“You’re not allowed to agree to any of Mav’s dumb bets, ever again.” You grumble. “Last time you had to bleach your hair and now this.”

“I know baby,” He coos. “No more, I promise.”

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staycalmandhugaclone · 8 months

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You'll Have to Go Through Me Pt 5

Part 5 of You'll Have to Go Through Me, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

It's come to my attention that my previous attempts at tagging through this arc were wildly unsuccessful. Here's to hoping it works this way, but, for those of you who are just learning about this arc, at least you have plenty to enjoy! (my bad, guys)

Warnings: Nightmares, guilt, reference to torture/gore, reference to murder/assassination, profanity

WC: 4,150

Waking from sedation isn’t the same as waking from sleep. There’s a long moment in which your body is awake – you can see and hear and recognize the world around you, but you aren’t really there. I felt the rumble of subtle snores vibrating against my cheek as I stared blindly toward the empty bunks across from us without granting them a moment’s thought as to why they were empty, vaguely noting how Wrecker held me tightly to his chest with his back resting against the rear wall of his bunk, that his head had tilted forward so his lips still just touched my temple.

My entire body shifted with each lazy rise and fall of his deep breaths as I listened to a distant, rhythmic hum that sounded nothing like the Marauder’s engine, and I remembered counting him through slowing his breaths, willing some trace of calm into him. That felt like months ago… maybe it had been months…

Thoughts drifted through my mind absent intent as that memory led to the first time I’d guided him through that simple exercise in the hopes of lulling him into a quiet that would let me work the tension from his muscles. I thought about those precious seconds that eased Hunter from that agony tearing through his head and the tears Echo shed in the quiet isolation of the storage room as he felt touch offered for the simple comfort it could bring void of expectation or necessity. I remembered how Tech had needed his datapad to distract himself initially, but then grew so relaxed that he managed to fall asleep in my arms. I remembered the note of surprise breaking through Crosshair’s rage as I pushed the inflammation from his injured hand, how long it had taken for him to finally begin relaxing into that gentle trance as I worked over each knuckle…

The sickening pop of wrenching those fingers from their sockets.

My chest jerked with a tiny gasp, eyes going wide as my body tensed, forcefully swallowing back the sudden rush of nausea from that wretched memory. I tried to keep myself still, reluctant to risk jarring the man behind me from his sleep even as the violent surge of panic left me shaking. He hadn’t noticed yet, unhurried breaths still dancing lazily through him.

Movements carefully mediated, I guided first one massive arm away from me, and then the other before slowly easing myself to my feet, tense sigh flowing past pursed lips upon finding no signs that Wrecker had noticed. I didn’t know how to feel upon waking in his arms, nor was I prepared yet to discuss why I’d needed such comfort at all, still mortified that, of all the members of the squad, it had been him to see the monstrous scene left in the wake of my desperation. That was something I couldn’t avoid for long, but I was eager to delay it for at least a short while more.

The ship was unnaturally still, and it didn’t take long to realize that the distant humming was ocean waves rather than the Marauder’s engines. I tread quietly toward the medbay to confirm that Echo was also gone, and dread pierced my chest. Had he been awake last night? Did he hear what I’d said? Maker, I hoped not… I didn’t want to risk him feeling even a whisper of guilt over what I’d done to save him…

Moving quickly passed Wrecker once more, I ducked into the main cabin and was surprised to note that most of the others’ armor had been left behind. Hunter and Tech had taken only their lower gear, while Echo didn’t bother even with that. Crosshair, however, took not only his full kit of armor, but his rifle as well…

Beyond the open ramp lay a blanket of tawny sand dappled beneath flickering shadows of palms dancing overhead. I could feel the ocean breeze, could taste the salt weighing down the damp air, and I wanted to let myself imagine what it might be like to be granted the freedom to enjoy the paradise awaiting me just outside the metal walls, to relish its beauty in the company of this incredible family free of impending horrors and inescapable regret that clung to every impossible step forward in this wretched war.

I wanted to hear Wrecker’s laugh and savor Hunter’s smile. I wanted to listen to the wonder in Tech’s voice as he spoke of the intricate secrets hidden beneath the waves. I wanted Echo to enjoy the warmth of the sun’s light. I wanted to watch Crosshair nap in the shade without fear of what dangers might lurk within the trees. As I began walking down that ramp, however, I knew I’d find none of those precious moments awaiting me in the deceptive beauty of this hidden land.

The crystalline sands were just hot enough to nearly burn my bare feet as I sunk a few inches in just that first step. Impatiently, I reached down to pull up the fabric about my ankles so the abrasive grit wouldn’t get trapped between the cloth and my skin but found myself wincing at the attempt to use my right hand. My jaw tensed at the memory of why that pain emphasized even subtle movements, and I forced myself to finish the task regardless, almost spiteful of the way that memory made my heart twist within my chest.

Arms wrapping around my waist, I glanced down to look over the collection of footsteps disturbing the wind-kissed grounds. While there was a clear trail leading away from the distant roar of waves, the path going slightly downhill was far more heavily traveled. Gently sloping dunes dusted with tall grasses that swayed elegantly in the winds obscured the ocean I found myself repeatedly assuming to be just over the next ridge, but it was several minutes before I saw anything beyond the picturesque landscape.

The instant we saw each other, Hunter went just as stiff as I did, wide eyes carefully studying me as though he’d come across some feral animal rather than the friend who’d held him when his headaches got bad, the squad member who’d spilt blood and tears to keep them safe, and a cruel whisper churned like poison in the back of my mind that maybe he was right to find himself so on edge around me.

He'd just crested a rather steep hill, wind lashing his hair about his face as he stared down at me, and I couldn’t help but loath the knowledge of what he was looking for, brows furrowing slightly as my hands tightened against the urge to turn and run, to flee before I could see those eyes tainted with pity or disgust from what I’d done, from what had done to me.

“Are… are you…” The words fell from his lips in an almost nervous whisper, and I found myself rebelling from the concern in his voice. I think I wanted him to be repelled by me, to justify my own self-revulsion even as I still couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

“Awake?” I offered in a mockery of the teasing lilt I once used so freely with him, and quickly looked away upon hearing how broken it sounded. “Yeah.” I added shortly. I wasn’t sure what I expected. Would we fall back into that rage-filled tension? Would he awkwardly strain for a gentleness that would never feel natural between us again? Or would he merely continue on silently as though neither of us had spoken at all?

When the hiss of falling sand voiced rushed movement before me, I looked up in surprise to find him quickly moving forward, heedless of how he stumbled and slid as the shifting ground latched around his feet with every step down the abrupt edge of the dune. There was no reservation to the urgency of his strides nor the heartbreak twisting his handsome face, and I couldn’t begin to react before his arms locked around me, wrenching me against his chest with a desperation that left me stunned.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed the strained words into my hair. “I…” A sharp breath escaped him in something too near a sob. “I’m sorry.” Finally, I remembered how to move, how to think as a relief so consuming it nearly broke me anew burst through my chest in a flurry of heat that sent tears clawing up my throat.

“It wasn’t your fault.” I whispered, tilting to press my cheek to his, lips nearly brushing against his ear. “What happened… It was a trap, Hunter. Nothing would have changed if I’d been with him from the start.” He shook his head, breath catching to voice some argument, but I didn’t wait for him to explain. Those soldiers had entered that room ready for a fight. If I’d been there, I probably would have been killed long before anyone even knew what was happening. Taking them by surprise was likely the only reason I’d been able to rescue Echo. “It wasn’t your fault.”

My hands slowly reached out, touch hesitant at first as it slipped over the nearly trembling muscles locked taut along the length of his back, his shoulders, before finally letting my fingers tangle into his hair, clinging to him with the full brunt of a need I’d forced myself to deny, that I’d buried and crushed beneath anger and fear and any other emotion that might let me hide from the agony of thinking I’d lost him forever, and he held me even tighter because of it. Still, I didn’t want him hurting beneath a guilt he didn’t deserve.

His shoulders crept forward, breath steadily losing its fleeting grasp of stability until he finally let his head fall, face nestling against my neck, and I wondered if he was listening to the too-quick beating of my heart, if he could smell the unshed tears burning my eyes. For a long while, he merely held me, and I shamelessly relished every passing second, fingers absently tracing meaningless lines atop his scalp.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that.” When those hushed words fluttered over the sensitive skin just beneath my jaw, I couldn’t help but shiver as gooseflesh danced down my arms. Letting out a slow sigh, I shifted to press my lips to his brow.

“I think we both made some mistakes.” I murmured against him. “I shouldn’t have run off the instant we got to Kamino… and I shouldn’t have ignored your messages.” He let out a small scoff.

“Not like we were being very understanding of things.” He offered quietly, and a small chuckle shook through me.

“Probably should have done a better job breaking the news.” Hunter shook his head and, taking a final, deep breath, stepped back. I didn’t want to let him go, teeth quickly catching about my lip to force my arms back to my sides.

“It’s…” He glanced briefly away from me as he thought over his words. “It’s going to be hard… getting used to this.” He explained in something that almost sounded like a question, and I so nearly reached out for him all over again at the sorrow bleeding through the apology in his eyes. “But Wrecker’s right… you both deserve whatever happiness you can find.” I swallowed back the fresh surge of tears, swallowed back the words vying to be shouted from my lips telling him that he deserved that happiness, too… but that risked touching something I couldn’t let myself acknowledge, and I had to turn away from him to steel myself against the agony of forcing those thoughts into silence once more.

“Are… are Tech and Echo…” I started, both desperate for and loathing the need to offer us both some distraction.

“Yeah,” He murmured with the same resigned acceptable I felt sinking through my chest like ice. “They’re both on the beach.” He didn’t meet my eyes as he nodded over his shoulder, tongue absently slipping over his lips. “Tech’s been checking over Echo’s cybernetics practically since he woke up – hasn’t found any issues yet.” That, at least, granted me a relief I felt no need to hide, shoulders sinking in a rushed exhale.

“Good.” I breathed, but, when he offered nothing more, I couldn’t keep the note of guilt from my voice, “And…?” Still, I couldn’t bring myself to say his name, not when even that felt like it might rekindle the horrid tension between us, but Hunter didn’t hesitate.

“Cross went off on his own.” He looked past me, and I thought of the second trail that led away from the sound of crashing waves.

“‘Went off on his own’ to mope or to keep from shouting at everyone?” I asked, and my heart leapt at the earnest laugh that drew his lips into a grin.

“Might have been a bit of both.” There was a warning and an apology in those words, and I readily returned his smile with one of my own.

“Well, I’m either going to make it better or much, much worse.” I sighed. “Wish me luck.” Smirking, he reached out to let his hand trail down my hair before pulling away to let me leave.

“Hunter.” I called, freezing in my tracks after barely a handful of strides. He said nothing as I glanced back toward him, attention focused on me with that familiar attentiveness as he heard the sudden dread in my voice. “Don’t…” I started, stumbling over the effort to force myself to speak, to remember that fight and the nightmares it brought, “Don’t tell Echo…” His shoulders sank with understanding before giving a small nod, and I was so violently grateful that I didn’t have to explain what I meant. I didn’t want Echo to know what I’d done, nor how those actions had broken me, and I didn’t doubt that Hunter knew exactly why I was so eager to keep that knowledge from him.

“Thank you.” I whispered before continuing once more back toward the Marauder.

Wrecker’s snores still hummed steadily from within those metal walls as I continued past the ship deeper into the tropical forest garnishing the heart of the island. Brightly colored wings flashed between the dancing fronds, fleeing my presence with a chorus of offended cries. The air felt heavier the further I walked from the oceans, that luxurious breeze stifled by the trees, trapping the damp heat within their dancing canopy. Even the taste of salt faded beneath the oppressive humidity. This far from the beach, the sands steadily morphed into something more akin to soil, but I was still able to follow those tracks with little difficulty.

He didn’t move when I finally found him. His rifle lay forgotten at his feet, arms locked tightly across his chest as he leaned back against one of the swaying palms, body hidden by that darkened armor. Drawing a steadying breath, I stepped quietly toward him. Still, he wouldn’t look at me even as I leaned against that same tree, purposefully letting my shoulder gently bump against his.

“I’m sorry if I worried you.” I whispered, eyes turned blindly away from him. A silence hung between us, pressing me to say something more. “But I had to do it.” I continued, throat shifting uncomfortably over words I was still trying to force myself to believe. “We would have lost Echo if I hadn’t.”

“I didn’t know how to help you.” My gaze darted toward him, caught off-guard by the depth of remorse in those words he barely let himself whisper. The lower ridge of his helmet clicked against his chest plate, and I didn’t need to see him to know exactly how the muscles locked about his jaw, teeth grinding beneath the effort to force his voice steady. “You were…” His mic caught the slow breath he forced himself to release before he continued. “I had no karking idea what I was supposed to do.” His armor creaked from how tightly his hands clenched around his arms.

I wasn’t expected that. I’d half feared he was mad that Wrecker had comforted me through the night instead of him, or frustrated that I’d placed myself in such a dangerous position to save Echo… but this…

Movements hesitant, waiting for any sign of refusal, I stepped in front of him, hands tentatively reaching for his helm, but he made no effort to evade me as I gently eased it free. His brows were furrowed sharply above eyes glaring at the dirt beneath our feet. I set that delicately calibrated bucket down before reaching for him, hands whispering softly up the sharp line of his jaw as my thumbs danced lightly atop his cheeks.

“You did help me.” I murmured, but his frown only deepened. “You took care of me… You may not think that was important, but it was.” His shoulder tensed, and I could see the dismissal just pulling his lips into the beginnings of a scowl.

“Didn’t do a damn thing to keep you from breaking down last night.” He retorted, disdain dripping from every word.

“Yeah…” I breathed, that familiar guilt rekindling through my chest. “But there was nothing you could have done to stop that, Crosshair.” His scowl only deepened.

“Didn’t take Wrecker long to figure out how to help you.” That’s what I was expecting; the way he nearly snarled his brother’s name despite how clearly his anger was directed only toward himself.

“I didn’t come all the way out here looking for Wrecker.” I whispered, hands stilling against him in a silent plea, and I nearly sobbed when his eyes reluctantly met mine. I’d never seen him so full of doubt.

“I tortured him.” I whispered suddenly, and I told myself it was to break him free of the self-deprecating thoughts that tormented him, to rend myself open and reveal that raw, festering truth both as distraction and to alleviate those whispers of inferiority. This was something I hadn’t told his brothers, wouldn’t tell his brothers, and, as his attention darted fully to me, I knew he understood that.

“I broke his elbow so he couldn’t fight… and then I hit him… I hit him until he could barely speak…” My voice sounded… hollow, lips still frozen in that earlier smile though I was certain it looked wrong beneath the emptiness of my eyes. “Echo was trapped. I couldn’t get his scomp out of the terminal… He wouldn’t tell me how to get him out… so I broke his fingers… and then I shot them off.” There was an edge of horror darkening that gorgeous amber. He wasn’t horrified by what I’d done, but I wanted him to be. I wanted him to berate me for my monstrous actions so I wouldn’t be alone in my disgust, but I knew his horror was only for the way my own words ruined me.

“I broke him… and I got Echo free…” My voice dropped into a hoarse whisper, tears I’d barely noticed clawing up my throat finally slipping down my cheeks as I added, “And I killed him.”

Crosshair’s shoulders rocked beneath too-quick breaths, brows drawn together sharply enough to form a deep crease between them. My hands belatedly pulled away from him to return aimlessly to my sides.

“He’d already given up.” I whispered. “I’m a medic.” Finally, my voice broke. “I only wanted to help people.” His throat shifted stiffly, lips parting but unable to bring himself to speak. “The way he screamed…” My faltering breaths robbed those words of their clarity, but he understood, and whatever spell had held him still broke as his arms darted around me, clutching me against him for mere seconds before his hands frantically reached up to cradle my head, fingers burying themselves into my hair. His forehead pressed almost painfully against mine as he fought to steady himself before pulling back just enough to meet my gaze.

“Damn it.” The growled curse hissed through gritted teeth. “You should never have had to do that…” I stood unmoving before him, frozen by the rage in his voice despite knowing it wasn’t meant for me. “But you didn’t do a damn thing wrong!” He nearly snarled, straining to keep himself under control.

“I took an oath, Cross… and I-”

“Yeah, and I shot your damn brother, but you don’t blame me for it!” He snapped suddenly. The silence that followed forbade either of us from moving, from breathing. Neither had brought it up since that night. Whether that was because time simply hadn’t allowed it or due to some unspoken fear of what might happen if we breached that silence, I couldn’t bring myself to say, but he couldn’t take back those words regardless the regret that washed through him. They hung between us like poison; bombs waiting to see who might trigger the first explosion.

“That was different.” I listened to that vain effort to fight back the tension between us before even realizing I’d begun to speak.

“The only difference,” he argued quietly, “is that you knew why you were doing it… You knew that it would make a difference – that it would let you get Echo out of there.” That wretched darkness tainted the brilliant gold dancing through his eyes, and I wanted to sob at the sight of it. I remembered the emptiness he’d hid behind to mask the sorrow in his voice when he’d told me that it wasn’t his choice to become a sniper, that the choice was forced upon him purely due to the nature of his mutations.

“The only reason I had to pull that trigger… were orders from someone I’ve never met.” His hands fell away from me, and I had to fight to keep from reaching up in a desperate plea to keep him from pulling away.

“You’re right.” I said, almost shocked to hear the anger suddenly fueling my voice. His eyes widened in surprise before that heartbreaking resignation stole over him, as though he’d been awaiting this for days. “You had the choice to either follow that order or be chastised for failure. You had the choice to kill a soldier of the enemy army or risk whatever kriffed up punishment those damn long-necks have waiting for soldiers who refuse to thoughtlessly obey.”

Each word grew sharper, louder, emboldened with a rage all my own that he was placed into that position at all, and I was suddenly struck by the realization that we’d both been forced by circumstances beyond our control; that he was right in comparing how effortlessly I blamed myself with how adamantly I refused to blame him. That realization must have shown through in my expression because his eyes refocused intently on me.

I drew a slow, deep breath, gaze softening as I looked up at him. Without a word, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. He paused for only a beat before returning the embrace, hands slipping lightly over my shoulders.

“Thank you.” I breathed, and his touch instantly lost all hesitation. One hand slipped up my neck to again let his fingers tangle through my hair while the other wrapped around my lower back, locking me against him, the edges of his armor pressing unapologetically into me. “I really hate your armor sometimes.” I mumbled. He was quiet for a moment longer before letting a breathy chuckle escape him, and my heart leapt at the sound as he leaned over me.

“Can’t make it that easy for you to get me undressed.” He teased, lips dancing lightly atop my forehead.

“I haven’t gotten you undressed yet.” I reminded almost petulantly, brow hitching as I shifted just enough to glance up at him. He returned my glare with a quiet smirk that sent warmth fluttering through my chest.

The shrill chime of an incoming message drew a short sigh from him, attention reluctantly falling to his comm.

“Hunter’s asking if you found me. I’m tempted to say ‘no’, but apparently, he wants me to bring you back for lunch.” He droned in feigned annoyance, and I found myself biting back the threat of laughter as he tucked the comm away without replying. “Come on.” He muttered, stepping away to grab his rifle and helmet before looping his arm around my waist. “If we wait too long, he’ll come hunt us down himself.”

“Cross?” I called hesitantly after we’d begun walking back. His gaze shifted toward me, but I didn’t turn from the path stretching out before us. “Don’t tell Echo what I did.” I whispered the plea before glancing only briefly at him. His thumb brushed against my hip, fingers tightening so gently around me, I almost missed the comforting gesture as he continued forward in silence, but I didn’t doubt he understood.

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david-goldrock · 1 month

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So, last night, me and my mom were talking about the I/P conflict and we started getting on the topic of antisemitism and she had some very interesting thoughts!

But I had said “Why do people say things like Jews are behind everything in the media? Why them specifically? Where did that come from?”

And she said her theory was “Well, since they experienced so much hatred and violence and persecution their entire lives, they became more secretive and reserved. Due to that, people started finding them weird and almost creepy, like they were conspiring, leading to them believing they are doing crazy shit, like being behind the media.”

And it really got me thinking. Why has it always been Jews? Why have Jews always, since the dawn of humanity, been the ones who have experienced so much hate and persecution?

Why then specifically. Like, why anyone, really. But the Jews just feel like such a specific group to target and hate. I know there’s a biblical explanation behind it, but I mean within history. Why has everyone hated them?

Why?

I can’t understand this.

The more I think about how horrible it is, the sadder I get. Hell, I’m kind of tearing up as of writing this because the thought is just horrible.

Like, you and Morgana and Shine and every other lovely Jew I have met on this site are so kind and wonderful people. I can’t understand why people, amazing and wonderful people like you guys, could be hated and abused for centuries for simply existing.

It’s horrible…

DISCLAIMER: I do not know enough about the subject, only a couple of articles, and a few classes in high school. this is not a replacement for studying, this is only what I know

tbh the answer is, sadly, Christianity, Islam, Nazism and the protocols.

let's start with Islam as it is simpler there: the Quran tells Muslims to kill all jews, to make everyone Muslim, and that judgement day will not come until the jews are dead. we were dhimmi (second class citizens) for the better part of the last millennia and a half, and jews lived in extreme conditions there.

Now the christian world. your mother is partially right, it has some to do with the separatist nature of jews: after the diaspora began (and even a bit before, when the unrest in Israel grew in the second temple period), judaism got even more separatist than it already was: no marrying outside the faith, stay in the community, you need so-and-so jews to do this and that and so forward. this led to jews living separately from the other people around them, which made them suspicious, this is probably the main reason that even after the fall of fundamental christianity, jews are still hunted in the modern world. that said, the tools and traditions of antisemitism are older, and are still in use

First, in the early days of christianity, it was common in catholic thinking that jews are collectively responsible for the death of Jesus of Nazareth, and that they should be punished for that sin.

Moreover, the Catholic Church has forbidden christians from handling money, and forbade jews from owning land (which is pretty difficult for being a farmer), while the jews had an extremely high literacy average compared to the rest of Europe (because unlike the christians who listened to sermons, jews had to learn the bible and debate it and understand it, while learning in the "Cheyder" (room, also the nickname for a rabbinic school)). this meant that jews were disproportionally attracted to jobs like banking, loaning, lawyering, entertainment, and any job that required literacy, but not land. This was good for the economic worries of the jews, but terrible for their position in society. jews were associated with the people who took your money wrongly, or helped to get you in jail, and made the animosity between jews and christians high. this is the origin of 2 famous conspiracy theories: jews control the world's economy, and jews control the world's media.

This is not mentioning the old libels, such as the blood libel (that jews use christian children's blood to bake matzah [I am certain that none of the people who say that know what a matzah is, it is a pale beige color, how could you hide blood in that?!]) or the well poisoning tale (that claimed that the reason for the Black Death was jews poisoning the water wells). these libels could have been applied to any minority, but jews were the scapegoat, starting a long tradition of similar libels (read the American leftist news, and you'd see the same stories everywhere, each time in a different costume).

Then the nazis came to power, and while drawing a lot from ancient antisemitism, they invented a lot of new stuff (IDK why Hitler chose the jews, but he did, and it was massive): jews were now irredeemable from birth, possessing inherent negative qualities that could be passed down through generations, stealing everything they claim to have invented, being inherently inferior to other germans, being communists (and capitalist) that plan to destroy the economy and get rich, betrayers who made Germany lose WW1, and many more stereotypes that keep on in the cultural memory

A bit later, in Russia, a document called "The protocols of the elders of Zion" was released (I don't know its history, I am sorry), and it is the backbone of every modern conspiracy, you know, the kind that goes "so-and-so" are a secret group of deep state actors trying to take over the world. this is the protocols. its ideas are embedded deep in the cultural understanding of all of us. if you believe in any conspiracy theory, the protocols will be a no-brainer.

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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18 | Chapter eight

summary: I got buffalo 66' on dvd. If you get the reference, you get it.

warnings: smut.

listen to: Closer - Nine Inch Nails | New Girl - Finneas (playlist here)

word count: 1.9

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Billy wasn’t exactly sure how it happened.

But honestly, he couldn’t care less about how it did.

Not when you were moaning his name like that as he watched his fingers disappearing in your core as his thumb stroked a delicate pattern against your clit.

“Billy,” you gasped and he shuddered at the sound of his name on your lips, falling from them like a prayer.

“You are doing so good,” he whispered before he leaned down and nipped playfully at your skin while your eyes continued to roll to the back of your head as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

It all started when you were in Billy’s room for the assignment.

The day after your fight at Peaches, you’d come up to Billy asking him to make time for the project since you needed to come to the proposal soon, he’d told you that his house was free and you’d agreed to go to his place. No one was home thankfully and you didn’t protest going to his house for this. Billy let out a playful smirk as he watched you arrive in your cheerleader uniform while getting off your bike, you simply rolled your eyes and asked him to get his head out of the gutter. You’d said something along the lines of ‘In your fucking dreams, Hargrove’ you’d assured him as you sat on the floor of his bed and took out your book and notebook.

Billy didn’t really know what came over him. Maybe it was the way he read to you, he thought. He’d begun reading the chapter, insisting that he could do it better than you since he’d already had some notes in the margins, and after a few pages you were closer to him than ever before.

Billy hadn’t really noticed until he felt your finger trailing along his golden chain, looking down to examine it for a moment. He notice how you muse as you realized it was a medal of the Virgin Mary, he liked the way that you gazed at him and without giving it too much thought he kissed your temple sweetly as he watched you.

After that, it was all a blur. You were pulling him by the neck into a bruising kiss that sent a shiver down Billy’s spine. It was a proper make-out, can’t breathe, moaning mess kind of kissing. Billy quickly stepped away for a second, as soon as you’d let him breathe, tore his shirt over his head before he lifted you up around the waist and you secured your legs around his waist. He continued to kiss you, your hands moving up and down, moving, finding, touching, and discarding clothes.

Billy left you in your short cheerleader skirt only and he quickly tore your panties away as he lowered you into his bed and began pumping his fingers into you while kissing and nipping at your breasts. You were so responsive to him, to his touch, that Billy felt like his heart was going to explode.

It only got worse as he looked up to you through lust-filled eyes as he dragged his teeth gently across your hipbone before he dived between your legs and you moaned.

Loudly.

See, Billy had a couple of rules with his hook-ups. First, they were only hook-ups, he was clear to the girl that he’d chosen from the beginning and it was basically his code of honor. But there was another one, the one Billy often took pride in: He always would make the girl cum twice or more times before he finished, there could be no other way. Billy thought it might be the most gentleman-like thing he could do in such situations but he also selfishly loved to see girls come undone because of him, he loved to overstimulate them, he loved to see them squirm under his touch.

But with you? It was different.

Billy had something to prove. Billy had to prove in that moment that he was worth it, that he was worth being the guy you slept with, that he wouldn’t disappoint you.

That between all the guys that had his eyes on you, he was the one that could make you scream, that he was the only one in this shitty town that was worth your time, your touch, your mouth.

And he made sure that you knew it, especially by how he was fucking you with his mouth.

His name falling from your lips in breathy pleas was the jumping point for Billy. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard causing you to moan loudly. One of your hands quickly slid up into his golden curls as your head fell back against the bed. His nose pressed into your clit and his tongue teased your entrance and you couldn’t help but curled your fingers in his hair, tugging harshly at his roots, eliciting a groan from him.

It was everything Billy could ask for.

He had to press you down, hands grabbing your hipbones and stomach so you can stop squirming and your whimpers and moans filled the room as he continued to press his tongue against your core, he sucked and flicked his tongue against your clit and he could feel how your walls clenched around his fingers. You were so close and he was determined to bring you there.

You bucked your hips off the mattress trying to get him to go deeper and Billy chuckled, he chuckled because you are so goddamn impatient for him, even though, just a few days ago you’d kick him out of Peaches because of his dirty mouth.

Now, you were coming undone because of it.

You snapped and you were screaming, you squeezed your eyes shut, shaking from your post-climax high as Billy came up from your legs. He was dragging his teeth on your stomach and sucking your collarbones, leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses through your throat before he’s kissed you sweetly, he wanted you to see how sweet you taste.

“Open your eyes,” Billy whispered, “Come on baby, look at me,”

Your eyes fluttered open and Billy’d never felt his chest pound like this as if his entire body was pulsating. The vision of your lips part, your brows furrow, cheeks a light pink, and those big-doe eyes looking at him, made him want to come right there and then. Billy kissed your neck and your lips, peppering kisses all over your face as you hummed sweetly.

His delicate touch made it hard to believe that it was him, the guy you’d been trying to avoid for so long as the same person that was covering your body with his sun-kissed skin and muscled form, kissing your lips so sweetly that you could almost cry.

“Are you sure you want this?” Billy whispered as he noticed how you were looking at him. He was rock hard but as he always did, he liked to hear you say it.

But unlike other girls that were screaming for him to fuck them right there and then.

You simply swallowed hard, a hand coming to his cheek sweetly before you kissed him one more time for good measure. You kissed him slowly then, gliding your tongue along his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. He whimpered, he fucking whimpered at the feeling of having you right there and Billy’s not sure if he could take it as you’re both mouthing at each other until you’re both dying to breathe. Both of your lips were swollen and puffy from the kiss when you pulled away, but then you nodded at him feverishly, skimming your fingertips on his biceps, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuck me, Billy”

Billy complied. Your breath caught in your throat as you took him, while Billy was trying his best not to come right there and there as you clenched around him. In a moment, as he continued to push into you once he thinks he can, your eyes met and you both take soft breaths as he bottomed out.

Billy swallowed hard, glancing down between your bodies but then you press your lips to the side of his throat and his eyes close gently, pressing his lips to your jaw. Billy knew you could feel him throbbing inside of you and he felt somehow embarrassed because it hasn’t ever taken him this long to move when he’s inside of a girl. He was breathing, nearly hyperventilating, as you looked up at him while you whimpered.

“Billy,” you whined as you tried to rut your hips towards him but Billy hissed.

“Just,” he whispered. “Feels like you’re fucking made for me,” he murmured as he curled his fingers on the bedsheets before he begun to roll his hips forward. Rocking his hips softly and you whimpered while you tried to push yourself closer to him.

Billy panted and it became desperate as he drove himself deep into you, your walls clenching around him most perfectly that his heart is thundering in his chest so loudly that Billy could swear that you could hear his pulse. Billy became dizzied by you, the way you were touching him all over the place, tugging his hair, along his back, digging into the backs of his biceps, and dragging your fingernails along the ridges of his stomach, soft pink lines decorating his tanned skin.

And soon, Billy’s losing it. His thrust begun to stutter and it has never happened to him before but as he glanced at you, you don’t seem to be at the edge as he is. He knows when girls are close, he just knows but you didn’t seem anywhere near and Billy started to panic.

“Are you coming?” he grunted, pressing his lips to your jaw as he filled you over and over again until he decided that if he tooks one more look at your fucked out face, he was going to burst.

“No, not yet,” you cried.

Billy closed his eyes, leaning his head away from you as he tried to focus. “Come one,” he grunted, fucking you, but he was just right there.

“Now baby?”

“No, not yet,” you moaned as you began to drag your nails along his back while bucking your hips towards him. “Billy don’t come,” you whined as he continued to fuck into you but he was losing it.

And Billy felt like he might ruin it. He was going to come before you and he already felt it, the tight coil is going to snap and you were nowhere close.

“Fuck,” Billy grunted as he was unable to stop himself and he hated it.

“Billy don’t!” you screamed but he let himself go. Pleasure ran through his veins but the only thing he could feel was embarrassment and shame, washing over him and taking over the pleasure.

And he saw it in your eyes, the disappointment, your glare as you scream at him.

“Billy!” your mouth screams but it’s not your voice.

Billy jolted awake with a start, shame immediately flooding his senses. He watched down at his boxers and he curses quietly before snapping his head towards the door, where Max’s screaming as she knocked at the door loudly.

“Billy!” She repeated, clearly annoyed. “We’re going to be late, come on!” she said before Billy heard her walking away.

Billy’d dreamed about you.

He was so fucked.

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author's note: so yeah, it's really not my best smut because I really wanted to focus on what billy was feeling since you know it was a dream but honestly I can't wait to see your reactions to this chapter. I'm dead, next chapter it's a bit mellow but the next one, so chapter 10?? IT'S GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME. I'm extremely grateful for all the support, really, like I can't explain how much your kind comments mean to me like they have really become the highlight of my year!! thank you so much.

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Fuck You, Billy. (Part 2)

PART ONE

PART THREE

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Time Frame: between season 2 and 3 / September 1984 (Billy hasn't gotten his Lifeguard job yet)

Warnings: t/w rough handling/unconsented kiss (once again...this is Billy we are talking about)

Word Count: 4.9k

First Person POV

a/n: girlies ate up part one and I am not a woman to deny the people's wants so here I am with a Part Two! Just saying now, we're gonna see a lot of war with self cause why would anyone with common sense want to fall in love with a guy like Billy? Leave a note if you enjoy :P )

I pulled the bag of clothes, Billy so kindly bestowed me, closer so I could further inspect it. I hadn't looked at what he had gotten for me yet, so I started laying all the clothes out on the bed. I was surprised when I laid out the dress flat on the bed that it was actually something I'd probably at least try on for myself at a store.

I pulled out some stockings he had bought for me to go underneath when out dropped something onto the floor.

I groaned, laying the stockings out on the bed first before leaning down to see the purple lacey underwear he had back at the school, on my floor.

What an asshole, I immediately thought.

I started putting on all of the attire, and yeah if I tried this on in store, I think I would actually buy it.

It was a knee length, blueish-grey hued A-line dress with a pink floral design and some black lace that trimmed the bottom of the skirt , the bottom of the sleeves, and cuffed the neckline. There was also matching black buttons that led from the top of the cinched band at the waist to the bottom of the neckline.

I'd bet money that Billy had picked this dress due to the slight plunging neckline and cinched band at the waist, that when together did not hide my figure what so ever.

I put on a pair of blue rose earrings I owned to match and a long dainty necklace to distract from the amount of chest I was showing in this dress. I looked in the mirror, and honestly I felt beautiful. Everything from the stockings to the lace made me feel good about myself.

Though upon realizing this I also wanted to gag as it was Billy Hargrove out of all people who I was going to be looking good for.

He's a dick but even I can admit he's got a great sense of fashion.

I stared at myself in the mirror with sweat building on my palms as I was definitely getting cold feet about showing Billy. I couldn't decide in my head if he'd like it or or not, but hell he's the one who bought the damn thing, so why should I even care if he does or not. I felt good and that was enough of a confidence boost for me to finally call out for Billy.

"I put your stupid dress on and you have about 15 seconds to come look at it before I'm taking this shit off," I yelled out as a lie.

I heard him say as he came down the hall, "Yeah, yeah, yeah only took you a lifetime to put the damn thing on, and it'd take you just as long to tak-", he paused coming in the door as I stood in front of the mirror not taking my eyes off myself, "it off. . .," he continued in a more quiet tone. He chuckled.

"Huh, you see when I bought the whole ensemble I thought you'd look more like Phoebe Cates not Shirley Temple," he said leaning against my door frame with a smile.

"I don't think Shirley Temple ever wore a dress with half of her chest hanging out," I said turning towards Billy.

"How about we go halfway and call you a Brooke Shields then," he said obviously teasing.

I rolled my eyes and kept looking at myself too keep myself from blushing, "Yeah if I was Brooke Shields I wouldn't be living in Hawkins would I?"

"Yeah, well I don't think Brooke Shield spends all day looking at herself in the mirror either. Hurry and get your shoes on we're heading out."

"Isn't it a bit early for dinner?" I said self consciously looking away from myself in the mirror and at Billy instead.

"I mean we can stall the time in a different way right here if you'd like that," he said with a egotistical smirk, "They say yoga is a great time passer, and is great for. . ." he paused to look at me in the eyes, "stretching the body."

This time I couldn't help but let the blush flood to my cheeks. I thought to myself, 'This guy just does not stop till he gets what he wants does he?'

"Well instead of yoga," I said with hesitation, "what other plans did you have?"

"Well if you'd hurry up like I said for you too do, we'd already be out the door and on the way, so let's go."

He started to walk back down the hallway, obviously in no mood to wait for me. I grabbed my black Mary Janes from the closet and began to awkwardly put them on as I walked.

I almost tripped down the stairs while trying to buckle the strap of my shoes, earning a smug laugh from Billy.

"I know you love yoga and all but you've really let that distract you," he said watching me struggle down the stairs, "You should have done this after I said let's go instead of asking questions don't you think?"

"Shut your fucking mouth Billy," I said earning me a tight squeeze of my aching wrist as I tried to pass him.

"What'd you say to me?", he said sternly.

"You're the one who came rushing me out the door, so yeah shut the fuck up Billy, don't give me that shit," I said trying not to wince from the amount of pressure he was putting on that same hurt wrist.

"Why don't you make me sweetheart?," he said getting in my face, "or did you already lose the balls to stand up to me after learning I can put you in your place."

I tried tugging my wrist away, ignoring what he said. I somehow managed to get it out of his grasp. In the same second I pushed him aside, finally moving past him.

It only took a second for him to wrap his whole arm around my waist so he could yank me back to him. He got even closer in my face this time, with a smile.

Who the fuck smiles after being pushed off?

"Get off of me Billy!" I said squirming in now both of his arms.

"Don't act like your tuff shit then not back it up. Your almost as pussy as Harrington you know? I thought you were different.," he said practically spitting in my face due to how close he was to me.

I stopped trying to break free and instead refused to look at him in the eyes. He expects me to fall head over heels for him just like the majority of the skanks he interacts with, but then acts like some child throwing a tantrum over getting put in time out.

I can't allow myself to love a man like this, even if his every touch sends a thrill down my entire body.

He didn't take the awkward silence this time and it just took a couple seconds for him to ram his lips onto mine, once more.

I was stunned in place for a moment before I uncontrollably let all my weight rest in his arms. It's like I have no control once I feel the sheer joy of the electricity running between us.

It builds every second the gap between us is fully closed, and my mind goes in and out. I should be pissed with the way he treats me like I'm some rag doll, but some part inside of me enjoys it.

If Billy didn't want something, I doubt he'd be this passionate towards it. Even if he only wants me to prove that he can pull anyone, even someone who swears she hates him, I can't help but drown in the feeling of somebody wanting me.

One of his began to glide down my back, to tightly grab a cheek of my ass. It was like he was trying to prove he could fit it all in one handful no matter how many times it squished out around his fingers.

I tried pulling away and it only made him even more aggressive. He was trying to prove he was in charge, but I wasn't going to let some self loving bird brain of a man take control of me that easily.

I rubbed my hand along his arm, as if I was getting more into the kiss, before taking a big pinch of the hair and pulling it upwards. He winced, letting his grip on me ease up enough for me to be able to break out.

I stumbled out of his arms, almost flopping onto the floor, but I managed to catch myself on a side table next to the front door.

He was laughing like a lunatic, which made me feel uneasy.

"Guess she's no Harrington after all," he said still laughing.

"We have somewhere to be don't we?" I said opening the front door, "Hurry up asshole."

After leaving a note for my dad and finally leaving the house, we got in his car. I had been silent the entire time so far we had been in it. Unlike last time I was in his car, where I didn't have anything to say, this time I just didn't want to say a single thing to him. I didn't even want him to get the satisfaction of my laughs when he tried to crack a joke at some 'hick' looking house or neighborhood.

I was just so angry.

To my surprise, I was angry with myself. I don't even know why I was so angry with myself, but every time I thought how good I felt when he kissed me, I wanted to jump out of the car and let myself roll down the road.

If he wasn't such a brat to put it simply, I could let myself enjoy the fact that we kissed. I repeatedly thought to myself, 'What's wrong with me?'

Here I am letting myself being coerced by a literal man baby into being his fake girlfriend. It made me so angry when I thought about how nice it felt to be held in his arms. Then it made me even angrier that I thought it felt even remotely nice.

It hit me like a baseball bat to the face, when I realized why I was so angry. I realized that at the pace Billy and I's relationship was going, I was going to end up falling. Just like he wanted.

I was so stunned that I could be this weak, that even Billy seemed to notice my change in emotion.

He looked over to me, "If you puke in here I will throw you in a lake with your legs tied to cement, you here me?"

I looked at him for the first time since we got in the car. What he said was vicious, but I saw by his facial expression and how he kept looking back and forth from the road to me, that he was curious if I actually was ok.

"If I was going to spew I would let you know, so you can stop looking at me like that," I said in an unintentionally pouty tone.

"You look like your gonna blow any second."

"I'm fine Billy!" I said in a loud outburst before almost whispering, "Can you just stop talking to me for christ's sake?"

I turned my knees away from him and that must of been the last straw cause he immediately slammed on his brakes in the middle of road and turned to me.

"You either start talking or we're going to be sitting right here until you do."

I looked in the side mirror too see if any cars were behind us, realizing we were stopped just on the decline of a hill.

Fuck.

"Fucking drive are you crazy? You're gonna get us hit."

"Guess that one will be on you sweetheart."

I looked in the mirror again, no sign of a car yet. Though due to the angle of the hill, it might be too late once a car would be in view.

"Fuck Billy, what's your damage?" I said looking at him in the eyes.

"I could ask you the same god damn thing, so either we get to the theater soaked in blood and with some broken bones, or you start talking right now.", he looked at me starting to rev his car, creating unnecessary drama to the situation.

I had to snap myself out of the thought of him taking me to see a movie and how that's actually a nice thing of him too do, in order to focus on the problem at hand.

"You are my problem Billy!" I yelled out.

After building up some momentum, he slammed the gas pedal sending us flying down the road. He yelled out, "That's more like it baby!"

"And your celebrating that?", I yelled back in confusion.

"How long you gonna take this shit before you decide to do something about it, y/n?"

"How about you just stop giving me your shit, that'd fucking solve my problem real quick."

We were both still yelling, but I felt my heart racing in my chest as we sped down the road.

"Why don't you just scream?" he said maintaining our incredibly illegal speed.

"Do what?"

He rolled down the windows causing my hair to blow everywhere.

"Scream!", he said before upping our speed once again as he yelled out a very guttural angry scream. He laughed diabolically after looking to me as if I was supposed to give it a try now.

I hesitated, I definitely still was angry and I definitely felt like screaming after all the stress Billy caused me today.

Billy turned up the radio, as to try and hide my scream in case I was embarrassed. AC/DC's song "You Shook Me All Night Long" abruptly came crashing on over the speakers, right in the middle of the chorus.

I gave a big huff as I screamed as hard as I could. It absolutely wasn't some pretty scream you see typically in horror films where they want to keep woman dainty and feminized.

This was deep, and came straight from my pit of anger. I was going to for sure feel the repercussions in my throat tomorrow morning.

Billy laughed, and I laughed with him.

He somehow turned up the radio even louder, leaving me to feel the bass of the music in my heart. He beat the steering wheel along to the music, still managing to go Mach 20 speed down the little one way road we were travelling on, with zero care in the world of how dangerous it was.

I would never admit to it, but in that moment I began my slow and inevitable fall for Billy fucking Hargrove

When we got to the theater and I was in a much better mood than before we left my house. Billy pressed down on my thigh, keeping me down in my seat, as I tried to lean up to leave.

He signaled me to stay and quickly got out, breezing his way over to my side of the car to open it for me.

"Well, maybe you can be a gentleman. I'm shocked.", I said practically climbing my way out of his low to the ground sports car.

"See what happens when you trust me and just have a good time?", he said closing the car door behind me.

He offered his arm up to me to wrap my own around as we walked, so being polite I took it, getting closer to him. "Oh so I should have trusted you for some 'yoga practice' too is what your saying?"

"As fun as that would have been," he said with a smirk, "I wouldn't have then been able to take you here."

I obviously ignored the comment and gave it no attention. Instead I looked up at the theater heading, remembering how Steve wrote 'featuring Nancy the Slut Wheeler' on it back when he was in highschool and a total douchebag. He and the rest of the chaos gang would be shocked to see me here with none other Billy Hargrove.

The thought made me sigh and made me want to try to get my mind off how disappointed my peers would be with me if they knew I was going on a date with a tool.

I looked around instead, realizing there was only a handful of cars parked nearby. "There's nobody here even here, do you think it's because of that mall they're building"

"To be honest I don't really give a fuck why people are here or not, just means we'll be alone in the theater room if it's dead inside."

"Yeah like I said at my house, don't get any funny ideas."

"I have the ideas, you're just too big of a pussy to go through with them."

I rolled my eyes and had to laugh, "Yeah, I don't think me not throwing myself down your pants like every other girl makes me a pussy, as you say."

"I'll have you begging soon so whatever you say," he whispered in my ear.

Billy definitely wasn't shy, and that was something I really enjoyed. I've felt like I've always had to initiate something from a partner in order to be even slightly satisfied. I blush, what the fuck am I thinking?

I put the thought aside and looked away from Billy to hide my blush, which was from half from my thoughts, and about half from what he said.

He laughed and roughed up my hair with his hand. I'd have to fix it later anyways before going to meet his parents, so I didn't mind.

Billy took care of everything, to make sure everything happened the way he wanted. I sat down in my seat of the theater, and to no one's surprise it was empty. He threw his arm around me, not caring what I thought about it, he just wanted to do it.

I didn't mind this time, but only for this time only. I for sure didn't want to cuddle up to him, so he could forget about me doing that.

I watched the film in bliss, just happy to be out and doing something for once after school that isn't just doing chores for the yearbook committee or siting at home on the phone with my best friend Robin.

Hell after seeing my sad excuse of a love life, I think even my dad would be proud to see me out of the house.

I looked too Billy who was focused on the film, god he really was pretty.

"See something you like sweetheart?", he said without looking at me.

I blushed, I literally just got caught gawking, that's a new low even for me.

"Nah, I just think your an idiot Billy Hargrove."

He scoffed, "If I was an idiot I wouldn't have been the King of our hick ass highschool would I?"

I thought it was weird that he still thought about highschool so frequently, its almost as if he still liked it.

That on its own made me think about the party, and how I threw my drink in his face after he tried to get me to sleep with him. Why the hell was he even there at a highschool party?

"I know you still know people at Hawkins, but don't you think it's weird that you still hang out with highschoolers and they still call you the almighty King of Hawkins.," I said in a half jokingly manor.

"They loved me there, you saying you wouldn't love all that praise?", he said with a smile.

"Yeah, but I just figured anyone after they graduate would be focused on getting a job and finally making something out of themselves. Not going to stupid high school parties and trying to bang your old classmates."

He sighed and didn't respond. "Yeah yeah whatever, want to get off my dick about it?"

"I can't believe you'd ever complain about me being on your dick."

"Yeah alright, just drop the whole subject y/n," he said in a serious closed off tone. I sat there and fumbled with my thumbs.

Dammit

I didn't meant to make it awkward. I sat there for a minute thinking about how I could ease the tension. I gave it another thought, and I suppose leaning my head on him wouldn't be as terrible of a thing I first initally thought it to be.

I rested my head on his chest, sort of awkwardly resting on the arm rest to do so, but I eventually got situated enough for it too not be in my way.

"I don't need your pity," he said but not rejecting me.

"Good thing I'm not pitying you, it's not like you've told me anything to pity you over anyways."

He huffed, "Yeah well you just worry about impressing my dad tonight alright?"

What he said seemed random, but I think he was giving me a hint of why he was so tense.

"If I can impress you, I can impress anyone I think," I said keeping the mood light.

"Yeah as if it was your personality that I was interested in at first."

I playfully punched his chest and when I rested my head down all I thought was

I'm not very religious but dear God I'm in trouble if shit continues like this.

Billy and I managed to finish the movie and drive to his house without any screaming matches or sudden dangerous stops on hills this time.

I could tell Billy was feeling nervous, which is a sight I thought I'd never see. How bad could his dad be in order to make Billy out of all people feel nervous.

I felt pretty confident at first, as I know I'm a good person, but seeing Billy get bent out of shape just from the looming fact of his dad's opinion, it made my palms get sweaty.

We got to the door and Billy stopped me before entering.

"I didn't ask any girl to come here. I asked you." he said making me feel sort of warm inside, "Don't fuck this up," he continued squashing my said warm fuzzy feeling.

We walked inside and I saw what I assumed to be Billy's dad and stepmother sitting in the living room. Billy's dad whipped his head around to the sound of the door and gave us a disapproving look.

"Well I see why now Max came home on a skateboard.", he said looking me up and down.

I was going to introduce myself but Billy beat me to the start. "Dad, Susan this is y/n," he paused to look at me, "y/n this is my dad and my stepmom Susan."

"Charmed," his dad said from his chair not even looking at me.

Susan jumped up from the couch and met me to shake my hand.

"It's so nice to see Billy bringing home someone so pretty," she took my hand and for once it was the one without the bruise, "let me lead you to the kitchen and we can get you a spot set up for dinner, that would be nice wouldn't it Neil?", she said looking back at Billy's dad from where we stood.

"Perfect," he said not caring at all of my presence.

She smiled and she dragged me away. I gave Billy one last look before we were separated and I could see him mentally preparing himself for something bad I'd assume.

"So are you and Billy dating?" she asked immediately.

I swallowed nervously, between the stress and that screaming I did in the car, I felt like I was swallowing flakes due to how dry my throat was. "Oh yes, we are," I finally said after a pause.

"I'm not very close to Billy, but I think it's a really good thing for him to finally settling down on someone his age.

"Oh yeah, for sure." I replied awkwardly.

She asked me a bunch of questions about my life, like where I lived, if I graduated with Billy, I told her no and she asked what grade I was in. It really was all standard stuff really, but I still felt it was good for the sake of getting along like Billy wanted.

Things were going ok until I heard Billy's dad yell, "Oh what? Are you scared your whore will hear it?"

I looked to Susan who immediately looked at me. She smiled and that made me feel very uncomfortable, it was as if she just somehow didn't hear what was said.

"Lets uh- go set up the spot at the table for you alright sweetie?", she said leading me out of the kitchen. I was practically shaking from nerves and it didn't help when the front door started slamming from Billy and his dad taking the argument outside.

I heard another door open, softer this time, when I heard, "Mom is everything ok?"

Max popped herself into the room, and I gave her a second double take of the day as to why the hell I was still around. I shook my hand at her, it was a very awkward wave hi.

"Oh y/n, this is my daughter Maxine. She's a little bit younger than you, but I'm sure you guys will be just fine to chat for a minute while I go check on the boys," she moved from my side ushering me and Max to sit at the table before leaving the room.

I waited for the front door to open and close again before flopping my head on the table.

"Ok," she said stunned, "what are you doing here?"

"Billy," I responded half groaning.

"Yeah no shit, please don't tell me your going to seriously date him."

"I'm not actually dating him Max," I leaned my head up from the table. The stress of everything from today finally started to hit me and suddenly I felt as if all my lifeforce was drained from me.

"It sure as shit look like it."

"Yeah but I'm not," I sighed rubbing my face with my hands, "I threw a drink in his face after he tried to get in my pants and now he's interested in me."

Max snorted, "No please don't tell me he's only going after you due to blue balls."

"It's not funny, he literally came busting into the highschool this morning and forced me into this."

"Wait what? Forced you?" she looked at me confusion, obviously assuming the worst.

"No, not like that- I just mean- All he did was- Look nothing bad happened, the worst he's done is kiss me when I didn't ask for it," I said obviously lying, but I don't think Max should hear about how he pinned me against my bed or grabbed my ass at the bottom of my stairwell.

She sighed and I could tell she was trying to hold in a laugh again, "Well good luck fending him off he's a dickhead. Literally. That's the only part of his body that thinks."

"Neil called me a whore? Should I be worried about what's going on outside? Am I gonna get roped into this somehow?", I asked.

She squirmed in her seat for a second, "I mean, Neil and Billy are pretty similar actually. They both get really aggressive and stuff and I mean, he kind of deserves it sometimes, but I've definitely heard Billy get his shit rocked by him before."

"For real? Isn't that like abuse or something?", I asked in shock.

She shrugged, "My mom believes he's a good guy, so whatever he does I'd imagine Billy kinda' deserves it."

"Still. Just seems hardcore."

"Yeah well the apple didn't fall far from the tree, I think they're both controlling assholes."

I went to respond but I heard the door fly open and I immediately got nervous. In single file, Billy, Neil, and Susan all came into the dinning room where Max and I were sitting.

Neil came to me and shook my hand, choosing the undesired one to hold.

"I apologize for any inappropriate behavior you heard tonight," he looked to Billy and back to me, "I'm assuming you know Billy's history and I was afraid he brought home someone sleezy into my house without any warning."

"But hearing you are Billy's girlfriend, and we all just want to have a nice dinner with you, so we can have a good rest of the evening.", she butted in. She smiled but I could tell it was fake. She was obviously bothered by something that had to have occurred outside.

I looked to Billy who bore a stone cold face. It was very obvious something had happened and he just wanted this night to be over with.

I looked around at the entire family, all of them miserable. This should have been clear proof that falling for Billy was a bad idea. I would never try and fix someone, it's not my job to, but I can tell that Billy himself wouldn't be happy in a relationship unless things were to change.

In this short amount of time of being around him, I realized why he bounced around to different girls, never staying with one for too long.

I knew this fact, and I still couldn't help the feeling inside me that burned with fury. I wanted to comfort him.

I looked at him, and realized I couldn't ever fall for him and I was going to have to stop myself from falling even further.

Billy Hargrove is a fucking train wreck waiting to happen and somehow I'm on board. I have to find my way off, so I don't crash with it.

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thatonebrazilian · 2 years

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Sanctum ~ pt.3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (coming soon)…

Summary: Sanctum (noun) 1. a sacred place, especially a shrine within a temple or church. 2. a private place from which most people are excluded. After everything that happened, WestView became your sanctum. And you would not let anyone desecrate it.

(In which SW!Wanda shows up in a universe where her variant is dead. There’s only you and the boys. But this Wanda had never met you in her universe, and you were way too damaged and traumatized to let her in.)

A/N: Hiiii, finally posting part 3. I know, it took long, but... life. Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone again for the love and support this story has been getting <3

Also if anyone wants to be added to the taglist just give me a shout. (Also, sorry if I forgot to tag someone)

Warnings: A bit of cursing. I think that’s it.

Word count: 3609

You told the Scarlet Witch to wait downstairs until you call her up; she didn’t like it, of course not, but if you were going to do this it was going to be on your terms. You had to talk to the boys first.

As you got upstairs both kids sprung to their feet, eyes wide, little hands trembling. You felt your chest tighten at the sight.

“Are you finally going to tell us what’s happening?” Tommy asked with a bit of urgency in his voice. You knew they were afraid, what happened was no small thing, it was not common for someone who looks exactly like your dead mother to show up wanting to kill your other mother.

“Watch the attitude, kid, or I’m gonna have to rethink that whole getting a dog thing.” You said, smirking, trying to act as normal as possible to comfort them, to give them at least a small sense of normalcy.

“Tommy!” Billy chastised his brother, walking to you and grabbing your hand. That was a Billy thing, your sweet boy would grab your hand whenever he needed some sort of reassurance. You closed your eyes for a fraction of a second, trying to think of how to navigate this.

You sighed, sneaking a peek downstairs where the Scarlet Witch was waiting for you to call her up.

“Look,” you said then, kneeling down to look them in the eyes, touching Tommy’s shoulder to try and give him the same reassurance Billy got from holding your hand “you guys remember what I told you about your moms?”

“Yes,” Billy answered, a sad smile on his face, you wondered if he could picture Wanda’s and Natasha’s faces as perfectly as you could. “You told us they did what they did to save the three of us, and that we should honor that sacrifice by being happy and living a full life.”

“And that if they could they’d be here with us, but even if they weren’t around anymore, that didn’t mean we’d be loved any less... You said that a lot of people loved us, even if they couldn’t be around.” Tommy completed.

You smiled at them, a sad smile, fighting off the tears that wanted to pool in your eyes. You pulled them close, hugging both as if your life depended on it.

“And it’s true,” you said, caressing the back of their heads “you guys are so loved. So much so that that woman from before, the one who looked like your mom, she traveled really far just to see you.”

They pulled away, looking at you with furrowed brows and a sad, confused expression on their faces.

“Why does she look so much like mom?” Billy asked.

You bit your lip, it was hard to explain it to a ten-year-old, but you had to try nonetheless. “Do you guys know what the universe is?”

“Yes!” Tommy answered with all the excitement of a ten-year-old “It’s our home!”

Billy nodded, “There’s the earth, the moon, and the sun, and they’re all inside the universe.”

You smiled at that, the tears pooling in your eyes threatening to fall by the minute. “You boys are so clever.” You said and pulled them closer once again. God, how you loved those kids. If you could, you’d stay in this embrace for the rest of eternity, but there was a variant of your dead girlfriend downstairs crazy to see the boys… maybe literally crazy. You did what you had to do then, pulling away and looking at them with a conspirational look “But, I have a secret to tell, and you have to promise me not to tell anyone, no one at all.”

The both of them nodded enthusiastically, holding their pinky fingers out for you. You hooked your pinkies around theirs and smiled at them.

“What is it?” Billy bounced on his feet, his previous fear was suddenly forgotten.

“There is more than one universe,” you whispered to them, making the boys’ eyes widen “there are lots of them. And in each universe, there’s a different version of people.”

“So… Are there other Billies and Tommies?” Tommy asked, you smiled and nodded.

“And are there other Ma’s?” Billy asked.

Your smile fell a little, and you rubbed their arms. “No, baby, I’m a little different than you, I’m the only Ma that exists.” You said, trying to keep smiling for their sake “… But that woman you saw earlier, the witch, she is a different version of your mom.”

The boys frowned at the same time as if their emotions were attuned to each other.

“But why was she trying to hurt you? Mom would never hurt you, she loved you. She told us she loved you.” Billy asked with a crestfallen expression on his face.

You fought the urge to cry. You loved Wanda too, you’d forever love her, forever love Natasha, they’re the ones who taught you how to care for another, how to understand your feelings, they taught you the meaning of love, the meaning of life. You wished more than anything you could have them back, that you could spare your boys all the pain and suffering their mothers’ deaths caused them.

You took a deep breath. “Because that version of mom doesn’t know me, and she thought I was going to hurt you, boys.” You said, caressing their faces. It wasn’t the truth, but it was not a complete lie either. That version of Wanda did not know you. You could still picture her teary eyes as she asked why wouldn’t you attack her back. “She cares about you a lot, you know, and she came all the way from another universe because she wanted to see you. And now she understood that I’m your Ma and that I’d never hurt you, so she won’t try to hurt me anymore… Do you… Do you guys think she could stay here with us for a little bit?”

You were not asking for permission, they were your children, not the other way around, but you were genuinely interested in their input, you wanted to know how they were feeling about the whole situation. You wanted to make things as easy as possible for them.

Tommy hesitated a little, fiddling with his fingers “I don’t know, Ma, she kinda scares me.”

“But she looks like mom,” said Billy, looking at his brother with pleading eyes “and if she traveled so far just to see us it means she really likes us, right Ma?”

Your chest tightened at those words, your Billy was the most trusting little human you’ve ever seen before, he wore his little heart on his sleeve, and part of you was deathly afraid that that was going to hurt him in the future.

Tommy, on the other hand, was more closed off, a bit more skeptical, he normally stood more for the rational side of things than the emotional. He definitely took after Natasha... And yet, upon seeing Billy’s hopeful expression, Tommy sighed and nodded.

“Hey,” you said, your hands on his shoulders “I’ll be here to protect you every step of the way, ok? You guys know I can protect you, right?”

At this, Billy nodded enthusiastically “Yes! You’re the most powerful Ma in the whole universes!”

You chuckled and hugged your boys. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, ok kids? You don’t need to call her mom, you don’t even need to talk to her if you feel afraid, just, please, don’t be mean to her, ok? She may not be your mom, but she loves you nonetheless.”

They nodded. “Ok. We love you, Ma.”

“I love you boys, too. So, so much.” You said, hugging them once more.

You got up then, turned around, and motioned with your hand for the Scarlet Witch to come up the stairs. You guessed you’d have to start calling her Wanda now, as you didn’t want to make the boys more afraid or hesitant.

“Billy, Tommy,” you said as she approached, offering your hand for her to take. You wanted the boys to see that she wouldn’t harm you, nor them. The Scarlet Witch hesitated a little before taking your hand. “This is Wanda.”

Wanda knelt in front of them, just like you had. “Hello, boys.” She said, and you could see the love she held for them clearly through her loving gaze, “I’m really sorry if I scared you earlier, that was not my intention and I promise it will never happen again... I hope we can become friends.”

Billy nodded almost immediately, even though his expression seemed a bit hesitant still. He wanted to get to know her, but he was still a bit afraid. Tommy looked at you, and upon seeing your encouraging nod, he turned again to Wanda and extended his little hand.

The Scarlet Witch smiled, there were unshed tears in her eyes.

Yes, the boys weren’t falling over themselves at the chance to greet her. They weren’t hugging her and calling her mom. But this? This was a nice start. You hoped Wanda saw it that way too.

It wasn’t much later when you saw the boys yawning, and ordered them to take a bath, it had been an extremely long day for your ten-year-olds.

“Do you want to help me tuck them in?” you asked Wanda barely above a whisper, to which she nodded.

The boys wouldn’t want her to tuck them in, you knew that, but when you asked, they had told you that she could be there with you while you did it. That was a start…

The problem was that, when you told the Scarlet Witch she wasn’t supposed to tuck them in with you, that she was only allowed to be there and do nothing, you saw her eyes go red for a second and you prepared yourself to send her away in case she tried to attack you once more. You wouldn’t accept it if she scared the boys again. You wanted to give her a chance, you did, but your sons came first.

But then her eyes turned back to that beautiful green you grew so accustomed to thanks to your Wanda.

“That’s ok.” She said, taking a deep breath, and it was clear how much she was trying to control herself at that moment.

You wanted to smile at her because you could see this was not a woman that needed to exercise self-control regularly for she could materialize basically anything she wanted with her magic; since she got her powers, she never had to wait for anything. But, for the kids, she was willing to be patient. That was a win in your book.

You nodded, offering her a comforting small smile, and went to the boys’ room. They were fresh out of the shower and each on their beds, expectantly waiting for you.

“Ma! Could you tell me the story of the angel that fell from heaven again?” Billy asked as soon as you opened the door, bouncing on his bed, his smile so big and contagious it made it seem as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day.

You nodded, shooting a smile back at him, and looked at Tommy. “Do you want to hear that story as well, sweetie?”

Tommy nodded, his eyes going to the Scarlet Witch from time to time. You noticed his hesitance when it came to her presence, meanwhile, Billy seemed more than ok with her being here. You resisted the urge to coddle Tommy as if he was still a baby, you knew he hated it, he liked to think of himself as the older twin, so you went to his brother’s bed and tucked Billy in, pulling the covers over his small body and kissing his forehead as if you didn’t notice Tommy’s uneasiness.

“Baby, do you mind if Wanda sits here on your bed while I tuck your brother in and get started on the story?” you whispered conspiratorially to Billy, seeing his smile widen.

“It’s ok, Ma. She looks like mom, it’ll be as if mom’s here with me.” He whispered back with a sweet smile and you felt your heart break for your child. That wasn’t his mother, she wasn’t your Wanda, and you were afraid that the moment it truly hit Billy, it’d devastate him.

You bent down and kissed his forehead again. “Thank you, Billy. You’re such a brave boy and I’m so proud of you... But I want you to remember that that is not your mom, ok? She may look like her, but it’s not the same person.”

Billy nodded, his smile turning a bit sad. “I know she is not, mom is gone, but I can pretend once in a while, can’t I? You don’t need to worry about me, I’m super strong in here” he pointed to his head “and here” he pointed to his heart. “I learn to be strong from you, Ma.” He said and you couldn’t believe the words that just left his mouth. You had such a clever child.

“I don’t deserve you,” you said, tears threatening to fall once again. It was incredible how these kids managed to bring out all the feelings and emotions you had forgotten about before meeting Wanda and Nat “I love you, Billy-boy.”

“Love you too, Ma.”

You got up then, motioning with your head for the Scarlet Witch to sit on the bed. She hesitated, maybe she was afraid of scaring him, but ultimately did so, smiling shyly at Billy, who returned her smile.

You felt your heart constrict a little when Wanda then looked at you with slightly widened eyes, almost as if she wanted to show you what just happened. You couldn’t help but smile back, seeing the look of happiness in her eyes at the ease in Billy’s stance next to her.

You then sat at Tommy’s bed, tucking him in just as you had Bill. You kissed his forehead and caressed his face. “Are you ok, kiddo?” you whispered to him.

Tommy nodded. “As long as you’re here I’m ok, ma.” He then took a look at Wanda. “I’m sorry I’m not being nicer to her. It’s just that… She hurt you. And she scared us.”

“Hey,” you said, making sure he was looking you deep in the eyes “Thomas, listen to me, you don’t have to apologize for not feeling comfortable around someone. Ever. She made a mistake, a bad one, and you have every right to take as much time as you need until you feel like you can forgive her, ok?”

“Are you not going to be disappointed in me?” he asked in a small voice and it broke your heart a little. Have you not been supportive enough? Had you made him feel like a disappointment at some point that it became a fear of his?

“Why do you think I’m going to be disappointed in you, baby?” you whispered to him.

Tommy shrugged and then looked down. “It’s just… Everyone left us. Mom, mommy Natasha, dad, uncle Pietro, aunt Agnes, Sparky...” He looked at you then, and you could see the apprehension in those little eyes of his “You’re the only one who stayed, ma, and I don’t want you to go away too.”

You found yourself once more fighting off the tears that wanted to pool in your eyes. “But you also got a lot of nice people, didn’t you? There’s your godmother Yelena, uncle Clint and his family, uncle Tony, Morgan, auntie Pepper, Peter, auntie Peggy, and now… there’s this version of Wanda.” You said, remembering the joy on their faces when they met each one of your friends. Yelena was, by far, their favorite person, but they had fallen madly in love with Peggy and also became quick friends with Morgan, Nate, Lila, and Cooper.

Upon hearing her name Wanda’s eyes, before trained on Billy, flitted to Tommy. She smiled shyly at him and he just looked at her for a good second, eyes becoming softer despite his initial reservations “And no matter what you do, Tommy,” you continued, his eyes back on you now “I’ll never leave you. Not ever. Even if I get disappointed, even if I get sad or mad; no matter what happens, I’ll be by your side forever.”

“You can’t promise that,” he muttered, fiddling with his fingers.

“Oh, but I can,” you leaned in, whispering conspiratorially with him “remember when I said I was different? That there wasn’t any other version of me in the other universes?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you continued “being… different… as I am, I can promise you that. Nothing and no one can stop me from being by your side. Ok?”

He nodded once more, this time a small smile lit up his face. You couldn’t exactly tell your child you were immortal, but you could at least assure him that you’d never, ever leave.

You fluffed his pillows and kissed his forehead once more. “Ok, you want that story now?”

“Yes!” he said, more enthusiastic than before. You smiled and looked at Billy.

“Ok boys… Once upon a time, there was an angel in heaven. He was a rebellious one, unlike the others, he didn’t hang his head and obeyed every single order that was delivered to him. The other angels started to admire him for it, because they thought God wasn’t really a nice guy as people liked to pretend he was.” You said, capturing the attention of both boys and Wanda “But then this angel grew too rebellious, he started getting angry for no reason at all, he started getting envious.” You looked at the boys to see them completely enthralled “And only pure souls can stay in heaven, but he wasn’t pure anymore, so he fell from heaven and ended up in a bad place, bringing a lot of other angels with him.”

“But this place wasn’t so bad, right ma?” Billy asked, knowing full well what would happen next.

“No, the place itself wasn’t, it was warm and cozy, but the other creatures there were terrible monsters.” You said and the boys gasped as if they had never heard this before “Those monsters were there because the place was actually so cool that it gave everyone who lived there more powers than they already had. And that included our angel. After falling from heaven into the pits of hell, he became super strong, way more than he was before” you said that last part showing off your muscles, making the kids laugh.

You fought not to let the smile slip off your face “But then the angel came to earth and decided he wanted to live as a human, and thus he took the body of a girl.”

The boys looked surprised at that, even though you had told this story time and time again. You thought maybe someday you would be able to tell them the true story, but this was close enough for now.

“And he stayed inside her body for a long, long time, living as a human. But then the girl found a lot of people who loved her, and they helped her get her body back.”

“And what about God?” asked Billy.

“Ohh, but don’t you know? The girl found out God was never there, to begin with.” You said. Tommy was trying hard to stay awake for this was his favorite part, while Billy gasped once more. This time, though, you saw Wanda’s eyes widening a little too. It was adorable. “He had left a long time ago, he didn’t care about heaven, or hell, or any living being; he just wanted to live in peace, in isolation. Our girl found out that another angel was pretending to be him, and she gathered all the other angels that were on her side, even the fallen ones, and they took heaven back. And after finding out about what happened, God agreed to come back, and promised he would never leave his children to their own devices again.”

“And she lived happily ever after with the people she loved?” Billy asked, groggily.

You fought off your tears. How you wished it ended like that.

“And she lived happily ever after with the people she loved.” You said instead. You stared at your hands, seeing the blood that had once been there, before shaking yourself off your thoughts.

Tommy was already fast asleep, while Billy blinked his eyes lazily, a snap away from sleeping. You got up from Tommy’s bed and kissed his forehead one more time. Wanda got up as well, but she didn’t approach the kids without either theirs or your permission.

You walked towards Billy. “Good night, Billy-boy,” you said, kissing his forehead too.

“Night ma,” he said with a sleepy smile “Night, Miss Wanda.”

Wanda smiled and looked at you, you could practically hear her voice in your head “are you seeing this?”

You nodded and the two of you left.

It wasn’t much, but it was progress. Billy was definitely eager to at least get to know her, while Tommy was starting to open up a little.

“Y/n…” Wanda asked as the two of you were walking towards the spare room that would be hers “That story you told the boys… It wasn’t just a story, was it?”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at her.

Well, if she was to stay, she deserved to know at least a little bit of the truth.

“No… That was my story.”

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findafight · 1 year

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Just discovered ur post o66 au im literally so so obsessed have you got any other headcanons or notes?? I literally want to know everything about this au haha

Tbh this is possibly the most self indulgent of my aus. The other ones I'm like Woah wouldn't this be funny/interesting/neat? And this one I'm like. This is something I need in existence. I'm so glad it also makes other people mildly unhinged :)

So! I know I said in the tags of one post but here are the species for the characters I've figured out so far and mild backstories for them! I have a weird half-baked part in my drafts but ehhh that's for later.

Robin-- she's actually Zelosian, a human-passing sentient plant people. Essentially blind at night, chlorophyll for blood, and bright green eyes. She was the grand-padawan of the master Archivist Jocasta Nu (whom she bragged made far superior tea than Steve's great-Grandmaster, which could be said for nearly anyone in the temple), and enjoyed the anthropological media studies. During the Clone wars she and her as yet unnamed master assisted affected planets with knowledge and artifact preservation. They were not permanently assigned to a squadron of Clones as they were frequently in the temple etc. In her youth, she was assigned a mission to assist a planet's heir (Nancy) in documenting culturally significant places/artifacts that were under threat from extreme modernists. They ended up on the run and falling in love, a brief but passionate affair. With differing opinions on their responsibilities and duties to each other, themselves, and their peoples, they did not continue the romantic aspect of their relationship. At the time, Robin was figuring out where she wanted to be within the order, leaving her family and culture (and Steve) was never an option, while Nancy wanted to run away together, at least for a little while. They remained occasional penpals.

Steve-- he's Balosar (near-human with antennapalps on his head that assist in sensing vibrations(?) And can tuck into his scalp, as seen as the death-stick dealer in AotC) and was born on Corellia. (This is because I want him to have bloodstripes. I debated making Robin Corellian but she wasn't on the frontlines and would be unlikely to get bloodstripes) he was a bit of a rough and tumble Padawan, passionate and open with his affections. He'd been spoken to about his connection to Robin, but had proven himself able to let her go should it be necessary. During the war, Master Claudia was a general and he was her commander. Their Clone captain/commander was Clicks, who got his name from batch mates because of the tsk and clicking noses he made while thinking. He was playful and a smidge cocky, but cared deeply for his siblings and held a love for botany. Steve eventually decided that after the war, possibly after his knighthood trials he wanted to begin working in the creche.

Claudia -- she was a nautolan master Jedi, who was Steve's master. Her master was Mace Windu, either before or after Depa Bilaba. Steve was probably her second Padawan, but he threw unique challenges at her. She was actually the second master Steve had, the first, who had asked him to become his Padawan a bit young, at thirteen, had quickly grown frustrated with Steve and his affections for Robin, saying they were attached and very un-jedi, and attempted to forcefully remove the force bond that had formed between the two which distressed both Steve and Robin so much that other Jedi could feel it. Claudia had offered herself to finish Steve's training, and to work with him to understand the bonds he had with Robin and work on non-attachment. They were a formidable pair that tended to throw people off and were often underestimated with Steve's playboy charms and Claudia's motherly nature. She was killed when order 66 went out.

Dustin-- rodian (bald green guys with biiig black eyes that seem to have pinpricks of stars in them) he was a youngling at the time the Republic fell, but had already formed a bit of a bond with Steve and Claudia, and the force was nudging them together. Many suspected that Dustin would either be Claudia's Padawan after Steve or perhaps even Steve's first Padawan. I fortunately, after nightfall and escaping the Temple, Dustin blocked out many of the family he knew, including Steve and Claudia. When he escaped, Lucas' family helped him, having been long time friends with Claudia and knowing the Jedi would never betray the Republic.

El-- she is a human. she was kidnapped from the temple during Knightfall, and was in training to be an inquisitor until she decided to escape. She does not remember her birth name, but was going to be eleventh sister, so goes by El (admittedly my knowledge of the nth sister/brother is limited just go with this). At some point, she helps Hopper, a wookie who is just trying to get by after everything the empire did to Kashyyyk.

Eddie-- he is an Iridonian Zabrak, maybe one of his parents was human though because his hairline is much closer to his forehead than others. He was raised by his uncle Wayne, who was killed by the Empire for resisting. Eventually he was able to join the rebellion as a mechanic, which he quite likes. Somewhere along the way he met Chrissy, who quickly became his best friend.

Chrissy--a Twi'lek spy for the rebellion, her skin is a powdery pink. She assists the Freedom Trail, and often goes undercover. Her mother sold her into slavery, but she was taken under the wing of other enslaved twileks and was able to Free herself and began assisting others. One of her mentors helped her find the Rebellion where she is using her disarming personality to take down slavers and the Empire.

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miss-lumiere · 11 months

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Redemption | Part V

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x female!reader

Summary: A young sith apprentice on their first mission. Although a chance to prove yourself to your dark masters presents itself, you do the exact opposite of what is expected of you. Putting yourself at the jedi master Kenobi’s merci, you plead him to lead you from the dark side and show you the way of the light. But will your attempt to redeem yourself be futile and the pull to the dark side be too strong?

Wordcount: ~3,800

Warnings: canon violence, jealousy, Anakin I guess…

A/N: Hey guys <3, I know it’s been a while, but I haven’t given up on the writing. In fact, I am already working on the next chapter with some newfound motivation! Have fun reading and give me a comment!

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The scent of smoke filled your nostrils as your black robes flowed around you. You knelt before your master your head lowered. As you looked up you met his eyes, his expression one of pride. The Sith nodded once in approval before turning his gaze to something behind you. As you followed his line of sight your yellow eyes fell upon the fallen Jedi temple, smoke rising from the flames devouring the building you once called home. A sad smile played around your lips.

You shot up sitting on your bed, sweat making your garments cling to your silhouette. Running a hand across your face you took a deep breath. It had only been a dream, right? Or was it more than that? You had heard of some force-sensitives possessing the gift of premonitions. But how would one tell them apart from dreams? Maybe you should confide in one of the Masters, perhaps Obi-Wan. But then again, you were trying to gain their trust, not make them question your allegiance. Showing them your inner conflict would certainly not aid that.

Sighing, you rose from the bed making your way to the refresher, knowing that you would not be able to fall asleep again. You would have to get up early anyway.

“There is no way that I will let her near the Senator.”, Anakin Skywalker stated, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he mustered you. In the early morning, you had been called to the Council to debrief you on your mission. Everything went smoothly until the man-child himself showed up, obviously unhappy at the fact you would be involved. The masters themselves had given you the benefit of the doubt, seeing that you would be accompanied by multiple Jedi, especially since Obi-Wan Kenobi, who had taken on the responsibility for your actions, was one of them. There was no way you would let this mission fail.

“Anakin, we all know how close Senator Amidala and you are, but I can assure you there is no need to worry.”, Obi-Wan replied with a cocky smile at which a flush seemed to rise to Anakin’s cheeks. “And why is that Obi-wan?” “As I just said, she will only accompany us as reinforcement. She will have a chance to prove herself.” Not looking entirely convinced, Obi-Wan’s former Padawan clenched his teeth and crossed his arms. “Besides, I trust her, Anakin. Just as I did once place my trust in you.” The younger man seemed to ponder his answer before giving in. “Fine. But don’t let her out of your sight.”

After Anakin had stormed out of the chamber at which you had rolled your eyes, you turned back to Obi-Wan. “You know, he actually means me not letting you out of my sight, old man. He knows you need the protection.”, you whispered to him as the council had moved on to another matter that needed their attention. Huffing, the Master Jedi gestured for you to follow him out into the hallway.

“I am not that much older than you. Besides, Master Yoda is close to 900 years old, so I believe I still have time before I have to turn my back on missions.”, he replied nonchalantly. You came to a hold, your mouth gaping open.

“900 years?!”, you whisper-shouted in disbelief. Obi-Wan simply chuckled watching you in amusement. Your eyes lingered on each other for a second too long and you could feel your face heating up.

“So, about this mission…” “Yes, right.”, Obi wan cleared his throat, back to his dutiful self. “The gala that we will attend is hosted semi-yearly by the Senate here on Coruscant. Senators, Diplomats and Aristocrats from all over the galaxy will be attending to form diplomatic connections with the Republic.” “And our role will be to protect this Senator Amidala?” “Yes, she requested our assistance, since she believes there to be a target on her head.” “The republic has captured a separatist they believe to hold important information, if I remember correctly?” “Not captured, he surrendered himself offering information. Nevertheless, the Senate appointed Padme Amidala to interrogate him.”

“Strange. Anyways, I will see you at the shuttle then.” You said, before the two of you parted ways.

Entering the shuttle an hour later you immediately recognised Obi-Wan leaning on one of the walls with both of his arms crossed. Two other Jedi were standing further away, engrossed in conversation, who you had never seen before. Eying Obi-Wan’s garments you noticed that he was wearing a tunic and pants, resembling the style of the Jedi but made out of richer material and with less layers. His hair was neatly combed back and his beard had been trimmed a little shorter. You had never seen him in anything else other than Jedi apparel and seeing him like this made your heartbeat pick up. You did not want to admit it to yourself, but he did look quite dashing.

The clothing you had been given consisted of an elegant dress and flat sandals. You supposed the Council wouldn’t want you to be immediately recognized as Jedi. The dress was still simple, matching Obi-Wans attire. Enough to fit in without drawing too much attention. You hadn’t been able to take your lightsabre with you, seeing as there would be no way to hide it, but at least the clothes were relatively easy to move in. You thanked the force, you had not been given shoes with heels.

Nevertheless, you stumbled a bit as you moved to stand next to Obi-Wan, his eyes widening slightly as he took in your appearance. Smiling he swiftly looked you up and down. “You look quite beautiful.”, he stated softly. “Well, you do clean up nicely too, Master.”, you tried to hide your nervousness with a smile. What was wrong with you? It was surely only the excitement of the up-coming mission. “A shame that those clothes are not very practical on the battlefield.”, he retorted with a laugh, before your conversation was interrupted by the pilot announcing you would take off in two minutes.

Right as the pilot attempted to close the shuttle’s hatch, the last person you had wanted to accompany you entered. “Anakin, what are you doing here?”, Obi-Wan asked the taller man standing at the entrance, seemingly as surprised as you.

“I decided to take it upon myself to make sure she won’t endanger Padme.”, he stated confidently, letting both of you know that there was no room for arguing. “Anakin…”, his Master responded with a sigh, while shaking his head in disbelieve. Stars, this was going to be a long day.

The gala was hosted at the Skydome Botanical Garden in the Fobosi district on Coruscant. You had already marveled at the tall building from a distance, the evening sun reflecting from its transparisteel dome. The pilot landed the shuttle a few streets away as to not raise suspicion. Although that was probably in vain seeing as a certain idiot didn’t think of wearing something that were not his Jedi robes. You had heard that Anakin was not one for subtilty, but if he endangered your one chance of proving yourself you would kill him in his sleep. At least he had had the decency of not carrying the lightsabre in the open, otherwise he could have just as easily worn a nametag with ‘Jedi’ written on it. Your group walked towards the entrance of the building, your face still in a scowl as you watched the back of the man’s head. As Obi-Wan followed your line of sight he let out a sigh, obviously also not very happy about Anakin’s approach to the situation. The object of your frustration seemed to feel your gaze on him, turned around and rolled his eyes.

“Relax. You don’t really think that whoever has targeted Senator Amidala will not automatically identify us as Jedi, do you?”

“Well, now they definitely will. Do you ever follow the plan?!”, you exclaimed in exasperation. “I do. I just improvise a lot.”, he answered cockily. Before you could open your mouth Obi-Wan chimed in. “Enough, you two. Having you two bickering like an old couple will certainly pull everyone’s attention to us. We need to focus now.”, he explained with a stern voice. Through all the heated discussion you hadn’t noticed reaching the steps leading to the buildings entrance. A droid was positioned outside asking you to show him your invitation at which Obi-Wan pulled out a data pad. After the droid scanned your invitation the five of you entered and proceeded to make your way to the elevators.

Having reached the penthouse you are immediately taken aback by the see-through dome spanning above you. The transparisteel enabled your view of a few stars already appearing in the late evening sky. The air was rather humid with a soft smell of flowers coming from the open terrariums lining the walls. The variety of plants ranged from exotic trees, of which the canopies almost reached the dome to colourful flowers and succulents. Seeing so many plants in one place on Coruscant was a very unusual experience and almost overwhelming. Fairy lights adorned many taller plants bathing the room in a warm hue. Only now did you notice the many people of different species with posh clothes gathered into smaller groups all over the floor. At the very end of the floor was a bar positioned where people thirsty from dancing gathered for drinks. On the opposite side, a door led to a huge balcony overseeing the skyline of coruscant.

After taking in the scene, you turned towards Obi-Wan patiently waiting for instructions. Before he could answer though, Skywalker announced that he would go and find the Senator, advising you to observe the crowd before he walked off. You scoffed. Of course, he would be trying to order you around.

“You two spread out and verify that all entrances are covered by security personal before reporting back. Without attracting more attention than necessary, please.”, Obi-Wan informed the two other knights strictly, who had entered behind you. As you watched the two go off into different directions the master turned back towards you, his demeanour softening. “We could pass the time while Anakin comes back with the Senator, what do you think? Meanwhile we could make ourselves more familiar with the floor.”

“We should attempt to fit in.”, you agreed taking the arm he offered you. Strolling alongside the terrariums you watched the flora in awe.

“Did you know that the plants presented here are all rare and endangered?”, the older man offered in an attempt to socialize.

“Maybe then they should not be taken from their natural environment and displayed for rich people to gawk at.”, you replied in thought whilst shrugging your shoulders.

“A true observation.”, Obi-Wan replied stroking his beard absentmindedly. You caught yourself staring at his fingers for a little too long.

“So... this defector. What do you know about him.”, you asked trying to redirect your focus on the mission at hand.

“As I said before he was a former separatist sympathizer that approached the senate claiming to have invaluable information.”

“And it’s probably not a secret that Senator Amidala was appointed to be a part of his interrogation?”

“No. The separatists have their eyes and ears everywhere. And it would be enough for one corrupt politician to catch wind of the operation for there to be a leak. Since there has already been an attempt on the man’s life since he arrived on Coruscant, the Senate and the Council are worried for the Senator’s life.” Reaching the main seating area surrounding the dance floor, the man let go of your arm. “The interrogation will take place tomorrow, which is why we are exceedingly cautious.”

“I take it you know this Senator Amidala? Are they to be trusted?”, you asked with furrowed brows.

“She is. I have known her for a very long time.”, the Jedi assured you with a soft smile. The fondness he expressed about the woman evoking a strange, unknown feeling in your chest similar to a stab. “You seem overly suspicious?”

“The Senate is filled with corrupt officials, working for other parties of interest like the Separatists or the Trade Federation. I have witnessed it first-hand.”

“You don’t seem overly fond of the Republic.”, Obi-Wan observed with a surprised expression, letting your arm go to face you.

“How could I? I was raised alongside people seeing the darkest parts of this system.”, you stated matter-of-factly. Furrowing his brows, the older man took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding.

“Yes, there are corrupt politicians in the senate. I am not overly fond of politicians myself. But I cannot believe it to be as grim as you make it out to be. The Republic stands for freedom and democracy, fighting for those who cannot protect themselves.”

“That has always been my reality, perhaps your experience is different.”, you answered to which the master responded with a thoughtful nod. Perhaps a topic for another place and time.

Taking a moment to view your surroundings you noticed a bar to the right side of the room where guests were seated with fancy looking beverages in hand. “Would you like a drink?”, Obi-Wan suggested having noticed your line of sight.

“I have actually never tried one before. Such indulgences were deemed unnecessary by Dooku.”, you explained as both of you moved towards the bar. As you followed his lead, the Jedi contacted the other knights, discretely requesting an update on their position. Everything was going as planned. At the bar, Obi-Wan motioned for you to take the only empty seat, while he stood next to you ordering the drinks.

“I’ll have one Ardees and one Corellian Wine for the Lady, please.”, he addressed the Bith bartender. The drinks arrived almost immediately after. “The Jedi also dislike such indulgence but since we are supposed to fit in, I’ll make an exception.”, he continued the conversation, winking at you. Averting your eyes you tried to cover the sudden shyness that overcame you by taking a hesitant sip of your wine. Before you could have embarrassed yourself further, the Jedi master changed the subject.

“How do you like the wine?”, he inquired with curious eyes after you had started coughing from the liquid burning your throat.

“It’s terrible.”, you expressed with your face distorted into a grimace. “What is that bitterness?”

At your reply, Obi-Wan immediately broke out into a laughter. “That would be the alcohol. Most people do not enjoy its taste the first time. Or ever.”

“I wonder why.”, you remarked dryly, but couldn’t hold back a grin at watching his amusement. You had never seen him this light-hearted, you could have almost forgotten why you were here in the first place. You imagined the Jedi rarely had time to relax and enjoy themselves like this.

Before you could continue the conversation you were interrupted by the band starting to play a cheerful tune. Couples of different species flooded to the center of the room, the dancefloor. The people twirling in their beautiful and extravagant gowns seemed to experience a lot of joy at moving to the music.

“I have never danced before.”, you stated in awe at the strange choreography. Obi-Wan simply extended his hand towards you and at first you didn’t understand. Obi-Wan simply nodded towards the dance floor.

“No, I don’t even know-“, you started to protest, but Obi-Wan simply grabbed your arm grinning mischievously at you.

“Simply follow my lead.”, he explained positioning your arms correctly and pulling you a little closer. You had never been this close to anyone before, not without the intention to kill. Your heart started pounding at the unfamiliar proximity. The band started playing a slower song and the two of you fell into a rhythm of steps and occasional twirls. The steps were fairly simple, nevertheless it took you some time to memorize the choreography and you had to apologize for stepping on your partner’s feet from time to time. As Obi-Wan twirled you around the next time, you caught a glance at a couple approaching the dancefloor caught up in conversation.

It was Anakin accompanied by a beautiful, smaller woman. Her attire was simply breath-taking. She wore a delicate, almost transparent rose-coloured gown that flowed around her feet. The hair was held up, braided with delicate flowers in-between complimenting the dark curls.

You noticed that the two of you had stopped dancing, Obi-Wan having also turned towards the two.

As the woman smiled at something Anakin had said, she seemed to light up the entire room. Anakin returned the gesture seemingly genuinely happy. It must have been obvious to anyone watching that there was something unspoken between them.

“I have never seen Anakin smile like that. She must mean a lot to him.”, you said directed at Obi-Wan who had pulled you back into the dance. Sighing he averted his eyes from the couple.

“So you have noticed too? Padme and Anakin have been romantically involved for some time now, even though I have advised Anakin against pursuing her.” So the beautiful woman was indeed the Senator you had been sent to protect. Of course, Anakin would get involved with someone behind the Council’s back. Somehow, the knowledge of their involvement lifted the strange feeling you had experienced earlier.

“Why is that?”

“Attachments are prohibited for Jedi. They distract us from our duty and make us choose other people over what is right. It is dangerous to let those feelings control you and cloud your judgement.” You had not been aware how strictly the code regulated the Jedis’ lives. It seemed almost impossible to you not to form any attachments.

“But everyone longs for intimacy and meaningful relationships. Isn’t it inevitable for attachments to form?”

“That is why we must learn to not let our emotions control us.”

“Do you truly believe in that?”

“I do think it is the right thing, yes. Those feelings will only bring ruin to those not able to control them.”

Somehow, and you didn’t understand why, his statement filled you with sadness. You wanted someone to look at you like Anakin and the Senator looked at each other. You had not been shown kindness and affection most of your life and you wanted to experience it just like they did.

“You want to tell me you have never felt this way for someone?”, you inquired with a mischievous grin on your lips.

“Oh no, I have. Although, I am not proud of it.”, his eyes filled with sadness, and you almost regretted starting that conversation.

The song ended and the two of you stepped apart as Anakin, holding the Senator’s arm, approached you.

“You look truly beautiful this evening, Padme.”, Obi-Wan initiated the conversation. The Senator smiled at his compliment reaching for him to touch her cheek to his. “Thank you, Obi-Wan. It is nice to see you today.” As she stepped back she noticed you, mustering you with a curious expression.

“And you must be the new addition to the Jedi Order.”, she stated surprisingly without any contempt. You would have assumed that Anakin would have told her about you, not putting you in the best light. As the knight in question noticed her focus on you, he protectively reached for her arm meaning for her to refrain from speaking to you. She simply put her hand over his finger and with a reassuring glance he let her step forward.

“Not an addition yet but I hope to be soon.”, you answered her a little taken aback by her openness. You understood why Anakin was under her spell. She radiated elegance and kindness everywhere she went.

“Good, and I assume you have already been briefed on the situation?”, she questioned in a soft but direct tone.

“I have.”

“Thank you for coming, but I still believe your concern is unnecessary, just as I told Anakin. I already have my people here to protect me.”, she explained glancing to a man at the other side of the room watching the crowd intently.

“The council insisted on our involvement. They seem convinced you are in danger, Padme.”, the Master Jedi explained, before being approached by the other two Jedi knights. “I am afraid duty calls. The pleasantries have to wait.” After exchanging some words with the knights, the two and Obi-Wan walk off deep in conversation.

“Anakin, would you please give me and your colleague some room to talk?”, the Senator approached Anakin softly touching his arm. The young man protested yet ultimately moved away. Of course, not before throwing you a threatening look.

“Anakin seems very protective of you.”, you observed watching him disappear into the crowd, probably going after the other Jedi.

Sighing, she followed the direction where her lover had vanished with her gaze. “Yes, he is always concerned for my safety.” Watching her worried expression for a moment, you retorted. “I imagine it was him who convinced the Council to get involved.”

“Yes, that would seem like him.”, she agreed a chuckle escaping her lips, revealing her perfect teeth. The Senator motioned for you to walk alongside her. “I hate to agree with him, but perhaps he is right. It’s reasonable to believe you have a target on your head.”, you added with a sour expression at the thought of giving Anakin any credit.

“That has been true for almost every day of my life. It was as true back when I was Queen of Naboo as it is now as a Senator of the Republic.”, she exclaimed with a serious expression, something that showed you that she probably had to grow up far to fast just like you.

“So you have been a politician your whole life. You must really believe in the Republic to devote your life to it.”

“I truly do. I –“, she continues, but you freeze as you see a red dot appear on the senators chest. Without further thought you push forward pulling her to the ground with you.

A fraction of a second later the sound of shattering transparisteel fills the room, which descends into utter chaos.

To be continued...

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Does anyone read Gravity Falls fic still? Well I hope so because I'm writing one!

Friday I'm In Love

Ch 1

Rating: Teen+ (PG 13)

Pairing: Stan Pines/OC

Summary: When Elfie comes to Gravity Falls to help her friend propose, she wasn't expecting to experience the wildest summer of her life. With the return of demonic forces imminent, Elfie must band together with the Pines family, and finds love along the way.

You can also find the fic here on ao3!

“This is a stupid plan for butt faces,”

“Mabel, when will you understand that just because you don’t agree with a plan doesn’t make it inherently bad?” Dipper said, shaking his head at his twin sister. She was sitting on a log, glaring at the ground while Dipper fiddled around with a strange gadget. It looked exactly like a smart watch, but the words appearing on screen were odd sigils rimmed with red.

“I just think this could hurt someone if you’re not careful. And you and Grunkle Ford are never careful,” Mabel grumbled.

“That’s not true!” Dipper said. “Look, all it does is summon the last person to touch it. Other than me of course, because I’ve calibrated it to me, therefore I can’t summon myself if I’m holding it. The last person to hold it was Grunkle Ford. So when I press this button, Grunkle Ford will appear.”

“Are you sure that’s who had it last?” Mabel said nervously. “He set it down near the register in the Mystery Shack. What if someone else picked it up? You could be snatching someone from their family!”

“Mabel, just trust me. I know what I’m doing. And a one and a two and a…” the teenage boy pressed a button, and there was a sudden flash of blue light.

“And here we have Grunkle…wait what?!”

—

One second ago, Elfie had been mindlessly chatting with her best friend Melody in the parking lot of a place called The Mystery Shack. And now? Here she was, standing in the middle of the woods with two teenagers goggling at her.

“Do I need to up my meds?” Elfie said, looking around. “Where am I? What’s going on?”

“Dipper what did I tell you?!” the young girl said, turning to the boy next to her. “This lady here touched it last! And she’s freaked out because of your koo-koo-bananas machine doodad! You have to send her back!”

“I don’t know how!” the boy who seemed to be named Dipper said frantically.

“Are either of you Melody?” Elfie asked tentatively.

“You’re okay ma’am,” the girl said, standing up and brushing herself off. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to up your meds! Probably.”

“I’m so sorry,” Dipper said. “Um. Well. Did you happen to be at a place called the Mystery Shack recently?”

The brown haired boy looked very worried, his aviator hat askew. He quickly adjusted it and began to pace back and forth while the girl who must be his sister began to chastise him. Elfie took a moment to look around, before spying a sign shaped like an arrow, with a green question mark sloppily painted on. Okay. That was something she recognized. All she needed to do was ground herself and then—

“You must’ve been at the Mystery Shack, otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now. For some reason, you grabbed this, and now you’re in the woods with us.”

“I was in the parking lot just now,” Elfie finally said. “And then I disconnected from reality because there’s no way I just teleported.”

“Oh no, you totally teleported,” the girl said. “My brother here created a thingy that teleports people! Kinda cool, kinda messed up, but don’t worry! You’re fine. The Mystery Shack is down the road a bit. I’m Mabel, and the guy who messed up your day is Dipper!”

“I didn’t mess up her day!” Dipper said angrily. “Did I?”

“Okay, let’s say this is actually happening,” Elfie said, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “That means that my friend who is about to propose to her boyfriend is now probably freaking out. In the parking lot. Alone. At least she’ll be able to go into the store and find her boyfriend.”

“Why wasn’t he with you?” Dipper asked, frowning. “Was she really going to propose to him in a lame tourist trap?”

Elfie glared at the boy. “It’s not lame!” she said, stamping her foot like a child. “Her boyfriend owns the shack, so you better watch it kid.”

Dipper and Mabel exchanged shocked expressions, and turned to her, wonder in their eyes.

“Is her boyfriend Soos?” Mabel said slowly.

“That’s Jesùs Ramirez to you,” Elfie said with a sniff. “Or Mr. Mystery I suppose.”

“No, we call him Soos all the time!” Mabel said. “You’re friends with Melody? Dipper, how come you didn’t connect the dots?”

“What? Me?” Dipper said, annoyed. “What about you?”

“I’m not good at piecing all the puzzely things together,” Mabel said. “You’re the one who does that.”

“Look,” Dipper said, turning to Elfie. “Soos is one of my—“

“OUR!” Mabel interrupted with a shout.

Dipper sighed. “One of our best friends in town. Yes he’s eighteen years older than us, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is—wait did you say Melody is going to propose?”

Elfie sighed. This day was going to hell in a hand basket very fast. But if these kids were telling the truth, getting back to Melody, and more importantly getting to where she had been trying to go, would be a snap. She really needed to get to her friend and help her with the proposal. They had a whole plan and everything!

“Yeah she is,” Elfie said. “And I need to be there to make sure it goes off without a hitch. But I guess things going perfectly to plan isn’t happening anymore.”

"We have to get you back!” Mabel said, slapping her hands to her face. “Where’s the golf cart? We need to get Soos engaged!”

Before she knew it, Elfie found herself zooming through the underbrush of the forest, ducking her head every few seconds when a branch passed by. She held on for dear life as they flew over stumps and tree roots. When they finally arrived, Elfie saw Melody in the parking lot. A tall heavy set man that could only be Soos stood next to her, along with two men that looked 30 years her senior.

They all had serious expressions on their face. One of the men wore a long trench coat, and everyone was staring at him as spoke at top speed.

“The logical explanation is that your friend touched the device, and Dipper decided to use it. Don’t worry Melody, we will find her very soon.”

“Maybe sooner than we thought. Is that her?” the other man said in a gravely voice, pointing towards Elfie and the two teens. Elfie swore she was seeing double as she looked at the two men. There were a few distinct differences, but she was definitely looking at a set of identical twins. Elfie’s stomach did a flip as she looked at the twin pointing in her direction.

He was a stocky man wearing a brown leather jacket and a deep frown. His five o’clock shadow was really doing it for her, and she had to look away. Damn her thing for older men.

“Dipper my boy!” the man in the trench coat said, spreading his arms wide. “I’m glad to see you!”

"And I’m glad to see you!” Melody said happily, looking at Elfie.

“You said this town was weird but I wasn’t expecting that,” Elfie said, glancing at Dipper, who was staring at the ground.

“Yeah my brother and Grunkle Ford get up to all kinds of crazy wacko shenanigans,” Mabel said with a laugh. “I’m just glad you’re safe um…uh…what was your name?” In their haste to get back to the shack, Elfie hadn’t had the chance to introduce herself.

“Oh, I’m Elfie,” she said with a smile.

“That’s a cool name!” the teenage girl said.

"It’s a nickname,” Elfie said. “You can thank Melody over here for it. She gave it to me in middle school.”

“Why?” Dipper asked. “I’ll tell you why I go by Dipper if you tell me your actual name.”

“Maybe in a second,” Elfie said. “I need to talk to Melody about something,” she said, giving her friend a pointed look. Melody looked nervous at these words and then sighed.

“I was going to tell you earlier, but then you vanished,” Melody said. “Our…plans…have to wait. Stan and Ford here, as well as Dipper and Mabel, are staying here for a few months, and Soos wants to get them settled in.”

No way. This couldn’t be happening! Elfie and Melody had been planning this for months, and two sets of twins were going to ruin it by staying here?

“Plans?” Soos said frowning. “I thought you two dudes were just gonna tour the Mystery Shack and then get going.”

“We kind of wanted to hang out with you,” Elfie said. “We thought we could go to the lake for a bit.”

“Oh,” Soos said, looking surprised. “Sorry guys, I gotta get them settled in. You’re not leaving today are you? I thought Melody said something about you guys staying for a bit.”

“Elfie is staying with a friend, and I’m staying with my grandma like I do every summer,” Melody said.

“Who’s your friend?” the older man with leather jacket said.

“His name is Dan,” Elfie said, thinking about her lumberjack friend. “Real sweet guy. I’ve missed him.”

For some reason, everyone was silent except for Melody, who was covering a grin with her hand.

“What?” Elfie said. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Did you just say your friend is Manly Dan?” Mabel said with a gasp.

“And did you say he was sweet?” Soos said, cocking his head to the side. “That dude is scary!”

“Dan isn’t scary!” Elfie said, frowning. “He’s a really nice guy. What makes you think he’s not?”

“He broke the town clock by punching it over and over again. That weirdo’s got a screw loose,” the man in the leather jacket said, rolling his eyes.

“Stan!” Mabel said, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t say that!”

“I’m just saying it like it is!” Stan said. “He’s nuts!”

“Wait a second,” Elfie said, narrowing her eyes. “I know you. You’re the founder of this place, I saw a picture of you on the wall of the gift shop.”

“Yep!” Stan said proudly. “I’m—“

“The Mystery hack,” Elfie said, and Stan choked on air. Everyone looked at her with wide eyes, and she continued.

“Stan Pines, right? I’ve heard about you from Dan over the years and I know exactly what kind of man you are. Dan has a screw loose? Hello Pot, my friend’s name is Kettle. Are you really calling him black?”

“Well, wait, I wasn’t trying to—“

“He’s probably worried about me,” Elfie said, sticking her nose in the air. “It was good to meet most of you, but I probably won’t be seeing you.”

“Elfie!” Melody said scandalized. “Don’t be like this!”

Elfie whipped out her phone and began dialing. “I’m calling Dan to pick me up,” she said and stalked off.

“I like her,” Mabel said fondly. “She’s fun.”

—

“I really Stan’d that one up, didn’t I?” Stan said with a sigh, plopping down on the chair that Soos had saved just for him.

“Stanley, when people talk fondly about a friend, you shouldn’t start insulting said friend,” his twin Ford said with a sigh, sitting down on the couch and scrawling something down in a notebook.

“What do you know about friendship?” Stan asked. “You can barely stand to be around anyone in town. Why should I take advice from you?”

“I may not like being around other people, but I do know a thing or two about how people work, unlike you apparently. Considering how that situation went down, I’d say I know a lot more than you,” Ford said.

“She shouldn’t’ve talked to him like that though,” Soos said, entering the room with a bag of potato chips. “Melody said she’s going to do damage control. You guys’ll probably bump into each other sooner or later, this town is pretty small. She wants to make sure Elfie doesn’t stay mad for like, the rest of time.”

“I wasn’t trying to make her mad or nothin’,” Stan said. “It’s just that—“

“That your brain and your mouth aren’t connected!” said a voice from the doorway. Everyone jumped and turned. Mabel was leaning against the door frame, tapping away at her phone.

“Don’t worry, I’m like that too!” she said, walking into the living room. “My mouth sometimes says stuff that my brain hears and goes what?! It’s okay, I’m sure everything will be fine. Soos, do you know how long she’ll be staying here for?”

“Sorry dawg, I don’t know,” Soos said with a shrug. “Melody just said she’ll be here for “a bit” and I don’t know what that means.”

“Hopefully for a while!” Mabel said happily, turning the TV on. “She seems cool. Dipper likes her too, don’t you Dip Dop?” Mabel shouted into the hallway.

“Can you not call me that?” Dipper said, emerging from the kitchen with a can of Pitt Cola.

“Only if you tell them what you said about Elfie,” Mabel said with a giggle.

“W-what? I didn’t say anything!” Dipper said quickly, face flushing.

“You said she looks like a super m—“

“A super great person who is not anything more than just a super great person,” Dipper said, clapping a hand over his sister’s mouth. “What are you all looking at?” he asked the group.

“Was Mabel about to say super model?” Soos asked, sitting down next to Ford.

“Ugh, it doesn’t matter!” Dipper said angrily. “Look, okay, maybe I think she’s pretty, but I didn’t say anything else.”

“Yeah he did,” Mabel said smirking.

“Eh, makes sense,” Stan said with a shrug. “She’s a pretty lady. But she’s also an adult so don’t be weird about your new summer crush.”

“I don’t have a summer crush!” Dipper said, voice cracking. “You guys suck!”

“Wait, Stan!” Mabel said, looking at him with big eyes. “You think she’s pretty too?”

“Well. I mean, yeah. She’s objectively good looking. Pretty face, and a nice—“

“Choose your next words very carefully,” Ford said tersely without looking up from his writing. Just as Stan was about to fire back, Soos’ phone buzzed.

“Oh dudes, it’s Melody!” Soos said, reading the message. “She says she managed to convince Elfie not to uh…gouge Stan’s eyes out with a rusty spoon? That’s weirdly specific.”

“Yeesh, this lady is crazy, no wonder she’s friends with Dan,” Stan said shaking his head.

“A beautiful woman who threatens you with violence? Sounds like every woman you flirt with,” Ford said shaking his head. “You like crazy.”

“Yeah, but those were one night—“

“Aaand that’s our cue to leave,” Dipper said, yanking Mabel to her feet.

“Awww…” Mabel said sadly, but let her brother lead her out of the room.

“Look Soos. I’m sorry I got your girl’s friend mad. But she’s fine now, right? All’s well that ends well,” Stan said looking at Soos.

“Mr. Pines, I’m not sure everything went well. Sure she’s not going to like, murder you, but maybe you should apologize.”

A booming laugh sounded from beside the young man. Ford was wiping a tear from his eye as he laughed, journal falling to the floor.

“Stanley apologizing? That’s a good one.”

“I just said sorry to Soos,” Stan grumbled, “It’s not like I’m incapable of it.”

“Your apology amounted to “sorry I did a bad thing but who cares because it’s better now” which is a terrible one,” Ford pointed out. “Sincerely apologizing for hurting the feelings of someone and trying to get that person to be on good terms with you? That won’t happen.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of!” Stanley said, annoyed. “I could apologize to her right now. Gimme the phone Soos.”

“Over the phone? Really Stanley? That’s the easy way out. Apologizing in person is something you could never do.”

“Oh I’ll do it!” Stan said, getting to his feet. “Tomorrow morning, I’m going over to Dan’s house and I’ll give the best apology the world has ever seen!” And with that, Stan stormed out of the living room, presumably going to his room to pout.

“Dude. That was amazing,” Soos said, looking at Ford with wide eyes. “How’d you do that?”

“Do what?” Ford said innocently.

“You were right, Stan never apologizes in a real way. But he’s actually gonna do it now! You got him to!”

“Getting my brother to do things is simple,” Ford said, picking his journal up. “All you have to do is piss him off by saying that he can’t do it, and then he will. I got him to investigate a sea monster near Alaska doing just that. We had to dive into the freezing waters, and he didn’t want to. Not until I told him that of course he couldn’t do it. Why would he? Obviously he didn’t have it in him. And then just like that, he put his gear on, and we got that monster taken care of.”

“Wow,” Soos said, eyes wide. “That’s like, super top secret information. I won’t tell a soul!”

“Eh, it’s probably something people should know,” Ford said. “It’ll make everyone’s life easier.”

“I should let Elfie know that Stan’s coming over in the morning,” Soos said, picking up his phone. “And probably send back up just in case she changes her mind about the rusty spoon.”

—

“Manly Dan, eh?” Elfie said, bustling around the kitchen to help Dan make dinner. Dan looked at her in surprise, eyebrows shooting up.

“Where’d you hear that one from?” he asked.

“Some teenager named Mabel,” Elfie said as she coated some asparagus in olive oil. “If things hadn’t been so strange today, I would’ve laughed.”

“What, you don’t think I’m manly?” Dan said good naturedly. “These muscles ain’t enough to prove it?” the red haired lumberjack said, flexing for his friend.

“Hmm. Not convinced,” Elfie said, and Dan sighed dramatically.

“I’m the manliest in town,” Dan said. “That’s how I got the name. Even manlier than the manotaurs.”

“Than the what?” Elfie asked as she began to close the oven door.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dan said nervously. “Just a joke.”

“No no no,” Elfie said, wagging a finger. “There’s something up with this town. What’s a manotaur?”

“Nothing’s up with this town,” Dan said firmly, putting a steak in a pan. “Why would you think that?”

“That girl Mabel? Well her brother teleported me from the Mystery Shack.” Elfie began to recount her day to Dan, who listened in stony silence. His face was unreadable, but Elfie didn’t seem to be paying attention. She was too busy ranting about Stan.

“Can you believe he said that?” Elfie said. “I wanted to punch him.”

“Elfie, you’re doing it again,” Dan said, putting some rosemary in the pan.

“Doing what?” Elfie asked, hand on her hip.

“Going wild over something small. Was that a big problem, or a little problem?” Dan asked. Elfie looked to the side, and her shoulders sagged.

“A little one,” she grumbled.

“Everyone thinks I’m a bit crazy,” Dan said. “It doesn’t bother me though because everyone in this town is a bit crazy. But Stan is alright. He saved the town once.”

“Really?” Elfie said skeptically.

“Really,” Dan said. “And he gave my daughter a job before she went off to college.”

“How’s Wendy doing by the way?” Elfie asked.

“She’s great,” Dan said with a wide smile. “I’m proud of that kid. She’ll be a sophomore in college come fall term. Gets straight A’s, even in classes she swears she’s gonna fail.”

“Cindy would be proud,” Elfie said. Dan stopped what he was doing for a moment, and then smiled at Elfie.

“I think she would. You know, you two were like peas in a pod. Probably why we all got along so well.” Dan said, a sad smile on his face.

“She used to call me an honorary red head from how firey I am,” Elfie said, playing with a lock of her dark brown hair. “I’m glad everything is going well. Are we going to make the trip to visit her?”

“Of course. The Valentino’s do a good job taking care of her headstone, but I like to clean it myself sometimes. Place some new flowers down.”

There was a comfortable silence before Elfie spoke again.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” Dan said, flipping the steak.

“Why weren’t you shocked when I said Dipper teleported me?”

“That boy is a friend of Wendy’s,” Dan said. “They met when he was 12. If there’s one thing I know about him, it’s that you should always expect the unexpected with him.”

“Does he know what a manotaur is?” Elfie asked casually.

“I think so,” Dan said. “Look they’re basically a minotaur with the power of toxic masculinity. They have dumb thoughts about what being a man is about. I try and teach the boys that being a man isn’t about being strong or mean or something like that. It’s about what’s inside. Being your own man isn’t about being aggro all the time, and nobody should think like that.”

“True,” Elfie said. “Where are they by the way?”

“They’re staying the night with some friends,” Dan said.

“All three?” Elfie asked surprised. Dan nodded.

“They’ll be back tomorrow. Marcus has been talking my ear off about how great it will be for me to have a friend, and Gus and Kevin have been speculating about gifts.”

Elfie laughed and shook her head. “Your boys know me too well. I did in fact bring them some stuff.”

“I think Marcus is right though,” Dan said casually. “I’m glad to have my best friend back.”

“Aww,” Elfie said, leaning against his shoulder. “You’ve got friends here though, right?”

“I have been getting to know Stan’s brother Ford,” Dan said slowly.

“Oh have you?” Elfie asked, an impish smile on her face.

“Not like that!” Dan said, swatting at her.

“He’s pretty cute, wouldn’t be surprised if you were,” Elfie said.

“I guess so,” Dan said with a shrug. “You must think Stan’s cute too then. They’re twins after all.”

“I mean…he’s not terrible looking,” Elfie said, pulling the asparagus out of the oven. Dan leveled her with a look, and Elfie sighed.

“Alright fine, he’s really hot. But! I’m still mad at him. So that docks him like, 100 hotness points.”

“You’ve always had a thing for the elderly,” Dan said.

“He’s not elderly!” Elfie said, slapping his shoulder. “He’s like, 65, max.”

“Which makes him over 30 years older than you,” Dan said.

“It’s not like I’m trying to date him,” Elfie said.

“Nah, you’d just be trying to fuck him,” Dan said, and Elfie almost dropped the plate of steak and asparagus that Dan had handed to her.

“You are so lucky your kids aren’t home,” Elfie said.

“Am I wrong?” he asked as they sat down at the dining table.

“I’m not answering that,” Elfie said, stabbing a piece of meat.

"That tells me all I need to know,” Dan said, leaning back in his chair. He handed Elfie a soda, and cracked open a can of beer for himself.

“Ooo, you splurged on the name brand stuff,” Elfie said, taking a drink.

“Anything for you, doll,” Dan said.

After dinner, Elfie walked to the spare bedroom and changed into her pajamas. Dan had been right, she had completely overreacted. But she couldn’t stand her friends being made fun of. She knew exactly how that went, and wasn’t going to stand for it. Right as she was about to turn the lamp off, her phone buzzed.

Hey emmy elf!

It was Melody.

Hey! What’s up?

She and Melody chatted about nothing for awhile. Just as Elfie was about to tell her she needed to get some shut eye, Melody sent a long message.

Look, I wanted to talk about earlier. Stan was out of line, but you kinda blew up at him. I think maybe it’d be better if we all just made friends and forgot about what he said. The town is really small, and there really isn’t a lot to do. You’re going to run into him at some point, and I don’t want any bad blood between you guys. Stan is like a father to Soos, and I think it’d be good if we were all friends.

Elfie sighed. Melody had a point.

Yeah okay, I won’t gouge his eyes out with rusty spoon, I promise.

She flipped her phone over and closed her eyes. This town was crazy, but hopefully she could learn to love it. Elfie dreamed of being captured by a giant minotaur who kept saying weird disrespectful things about women. Her dream continued, and Stan showed up to save the day. When Elfie woke up, she was slightly annoyed that the best part of the dream had been interrupted. Oh well. Sliding out of bed, she was about to grab her clothes and go take a shower when there was a knock on the door.

“Hold on!” Elfie said. She opened the door and saw Dan standing in the doorway.

"Someone’s here to see you,” he said with a big yawn.

“Is it Melody?” Elfie asked.

“Soos and…well you’ll see,” Dan said.

A feeling of dread washed over her, and Elfie walked to the front door. She flung it open to find Soos and Stan at the doorstep, both pointedly looking away from her.

Fuck.

She was wearing a tight tank top and mini shorts, both of which left little to the imagination. Slightly embarrassed, but willing to hold her ground, Elfie cleared her throat.

“Do you need something?” she asked.

“Stan wanted to talk to you,” Soos said.

Stan was looking at the ground, seeming to regret his choice to come here.

“I just wanted to talk about yesterday,” Stan said. “But uh, maybe I should come back later.”

“Give me one second,” Elfie said, and quickly rushed back in to her house. She caught the words “…take her to the diner” right before she closed the door. Today was shaping up to be something interesting.

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