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Oh Honey. ✩ Chapter 5

chapter five : i'll decide where to go from here

series masterlist ao3 kofi main masterlist

a/n : happy last chapter of oh honey!!!! took a while to get out bc i was briefly on hiatus and then was in a slump (whoops) but here it is. this is another case of me writing an ending before the story so this has been the intended ending since i started and i hope you all like it as much as i do

pairing : monster!joel miller x mortician!reader

rating : 18+ mdni - explicit content, read all warnings

word count : 6.4k

summary : a look into the past and present of life in honey, west virginia

warnings, etc. : language, allusions to sex, angst & fluff, complicated relationships and people who are trying to handle them, an obscene amount of flashbacks, reader has hair and is carried by Joel, several timelines in no particular order.

“C’mere, bunny.” His stubble brushes against the back of your neck, his mouth is warm as you feel a kiss placed against your spine.

“Mmm, what’s on the agenda for today?” You hum, pushing back against him a bit, the camper’s freezing in the winter, your heater broke a week ago and the parts Joel ordered to fix it won’t be in for a week. So you’re stuck with a little space heater you’d bought at the hardware store.

“I was thinkin’ we’d just do this for a while.” His arms tighten around your waist and stomach with a sigh. “We could just stay in today, order food, watch a movie on your laptop.” He yawns before nestling close against you.

“It’s too cold to stay here, it’s supposed to snow all weekend, it’s only gonna get worse. Maria even closed the home early yesterday” You groan, rolling over in his arms to press your face into his neck. The tips of your nose and ears are freezing, the two of you are under all the blankets you own, bundled up, when you peer out the window you can see the snow falling and settling on the trees.

Joel mumbles into your hair, deeply inhaling. “Why don’t you pack a bag and we can head back to the house then. You can stay until Monday and can fix the heat while you’re at work.”

“I hate staying at your place, all of my shit is here.” You spend most weekends at Joel’s, it’s easiest that way, but packing up all of your things and bringing them back and forth is getting tiring.

“Just bring it with you.”

“I think you underestimate how much stuff I need for four days.” You’re already giving yourself a headache trying to make a mental list of everything you’ll need.

“Why don’t you just move in.” He mumbles with another yawn. “It would make it easier for both of us if all your stuff was there.” It isn’t until he realizes that you’re frozen in place that he opens his eyes. “Or not, just a thought.”

You stammer an excuse, hoping to alleviate the tension that’s suddenly lingering between you. “I just- I don’t know if we’re there yet.”

“I didn’t mean to rush you, just thought I’d offer.” He shrugs before pulling you close again.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper into his chest.

“Don’t be. You’re right, it’s too soon for that.”

You’ve been together for a year now, you almost never sleep apart, if anything you should have moved in six months ago.

What’s stopping you?

You’ve been distancing yourself from any concrete commitments for sometime now and even if he never says it you know it bothers him. When do you stop punishing him for something you claim you’ve forgiven him for? He doesn’t hurt people as often anymore, at least he’s trying harder not to. But it’s getting hard for the both of you to keep up this system of locking yourselves in his room for a week every month.

Sometimes your cycle syncs with Maria and Sarah has to drive in from out of town to watch Ellie, it’s just generally become harder to manage.

But you can’t leave him when he’s like that.

On the rare occasion that you’re too exhausted to stay awake and entertain him he’ll end up in the woods and a massacred corpse ends up on your table when you return to work.

Everytime you think you’ve found forgiveness and acceptance you’re reminded of the fact that you love a monster. A selfish choice that you make every day. And everytime you tell him you can’t live with the guilt he gives you the same option.

Kill him.

You’re sure he doesn’t mean to make it sound so grim, each of you have complicated relationships with death. You just don’t think you’ll be able to live without him, and it’s not like he expects you to kill him yourself, he always tells you he’ll handle it with Tommy but you always shoot the idea down and you’re back to square one.

“I just need a little more time, I promise this isn’t forever.” You mumble as you sit up.

“I’d do anything for you, anything at all. Just tell me what to do.”

You don’t doubt that. But he still doesn’t give you what you actually want, all you ask of him is options that don’t involve him, or any more innocent people, on your cadaver cart.

The bed is empty when you wake up.

You knew it would be when you went to bed alone last night but a part of you, after all this time, still feels incomplete when the sheets beside you are cold. The creaking under the floorboards is the only noise in the house.

Your alarm clock reads 6:58 a.m. and you know it’s only a matter of minutes before you need to be up so you throw the blankets aside, stretch your arms above your head, and stand. Right on cue you hear the familiar stomping down the hall before your door swings open, Ellie rubs her eyes before scurrying over to you. Her hair’s in disarray, having fallen out of the braid you put it in last night, you scoop her up into your arms, trying to smooth the mess down.

“Good morning, little monster.” You mumble, kissing her cheek before carrying her down the hall and into the kitchen. You can’t help but wonder how much longer she’ll be small enough to hold like this. She’s already almost too heavy for you to lift for this long, and the living room and kitchen are still decorated with banners and deflating balloons from her sixth birthday party yesterday.

Kids birthdays, elementary school, home owning?

Even after a couple years it’s still a little dizzying that this is your life now. You set her down at the table, retrieving the generic sugary cereal you’ve grown fond of from the cabinet along with bowls, spoons, and milk, setting them down on the table in front of her.

“Can I feed the sheep before we go?” She says before reaching for her spoon, you nod.

“If you brush your teeth without giving me a hard time.” You fill your bowls, you have to remind her to slow down a few times as she shovels cereal into her mouth, eager to go out to the barn. You’re only halfway through your bowl when she runs off in the direction of her room.

You hear the telltale sounds of her pushing her step stool across the tile of the bathroom as she rummages through the cabinet. As you finish up your own food and tidy up you make a mental list of everything you need to do today.

Get Ellie ready for school.

Tend to the sheep.

Drive Ellie to school.

You take your phone out of your sweatpants pocket, 7:16, and text Maria to make sure they’re still good to take her this weekend. Ellie hums as she brushes her teeth when you peer into the bathroom before making your way into your own room, changing quickly, you’ve got about an hour before you need to leave.

Drive Ellie to daycare.

Grocery shopping.

Oil change.

Making lists helps. You like knowing what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it, you’ve had enough surprises in your life, you don’t like when the routine changes. Without your routine you’d lose yourself entirely. Ellie helps, she likes structure as much as you do, you stand behind her in the bathroom now watching her finish up and making sure she did a good job. The sparkling stone on the counter catches your eye, a reminder that you’re constantly forgetting your ring. It’s a bit much for your taste but it’s a family heirloom and Joel insisted. Sliding it onto your finger as Ellie hands it to you.

Check on Ellie.

Clean the house.

Make dinner.

Before she can run back to her room you gently pull her back by the collar of her shirt, grabbing a hair tie off the counter you tie her hair in a ponytail before letting her go get dressed. By the time she’s ready you’ve got your jacket on, holding Ellie’s coat out for her to stick her arms through the sleeves. She already has a toothy grin plastered on her face as you both step out of the sliding doors leading to the backyard. You take her hand, knowing she’ll run ahead if given the chance, you know better than to let her out of her sight.

Dangerous things live in the woods of Honey.

She’s pulling you along through the short path between the trees leading to the barn with a fence surrounding it. Once you’re in the clearing you let her run ahead, once you’re able to see everything around you. The air is icy and damp as you follow after her, opening the gate as she slips under the fence. The sun is just starting to break through the trees, it’s still too cold for the sheep to be out, there isn’t much exposed grass for them to eat anyway. You’ve been keeping them in the barn most days unless it warms up, today isn’t one of those days. With a high pitched giggle Ellie rushes inside, you hear the familiar sounds of bleating as she greets all of them by name.

You watch in momentary silence as you make your own way into the barn, enjoying her little smile that warms up the freezing barn.

“Did you turn in your project yesterday?” You sit on a hay bale, watching her run amongst the sheep before turning to you, nose red from the chill. You hadn’t gotten to ask her about it since you’d been so busy with her party, it wasn’t really a “project.” Just a little assignment for the kids in her class, to draw something important to them.

Of course Ellie had wanted to draw her father, something you were happy to help with until she held the crayon in her fist and began to draw the sharp angles and pointed claws that you realized she couldn’t show it off to her class. You let her finish the drawing. It’s remarkable really, how someone so small and vulnerable can portray such a frightening creature without fear.

She loves him, that’s why.

You love him too but that doesn’t mean he didn’t terrify you. No amount of strange magical connection was going to change the fact that he scared you. The difference of course is that Ellie doesn’t know what he’s done. You had encouraged her to draw a background, concealing the mass of flesh and teeth in darkness and trees until only the two of you knew what hid behind the blue and green. Together you decided that it was a drawing of her favorite place. The national forest on the edge of town.

“Good, Riley guessed what it was though.” She says as she pats one of the lambs gently on the back.

“She guessed it was the Manangahela National Forest?” You give her a skeptical smile as she fills a bucket with feed before emptying it into the trough.

“Monongahela.” She corrects you proudly.

After all this time, you still never get it right.

“Smart ass.” You grumble under your breath as she carefully lifts the hose, filling the water buckets.

“Ass.” She says with a grin.

“Don’t say that.” You point at her sternly, stifling a laugh.

With a small huff she turns the hose off and rushes over to sit beside you and watch them.

“She said the forest was my favorite so it was easy.” She mumbles, briefly captivated by the sheep.

“She’s a good friend for knowing that.” You like Riley, you’ve watched the two girls play together several times before, she’s a good influence on Ellie as far as you can tell.

“Mhmm.” She hums, the silence returning between the two of you as you both watch the sheep.

You don’t tell her that you’re going to butcher one of them tonight.

You know that she can handle it. At this point in her life she can handle much more than any other six year old you’ve ever met but you just aren’t ready for that sort of thing yet. You haven’t been a parent long enough to know the proper way to go about that sort of thing.

“Time for school, kiddo.” You stand up abruptly and take her hand again, watching as she yells back to the sheep, saying goodbye to each and everyone of them.

The truck sits idly in the driveway but you ignore it, opening the door of your own car, Ellie throws her backpack in before climbing in herself. It was the first thing you’d bought with Darlene’s money. (The second thing you did was help Sarah with her student loans and put aside some for Ellie.) You hated driving the truck, it was too big and too loud, this just felt safer for driving Ellie around. Once she’s buckled into her seat you make your way over to the driver's side. The radio plays some rock song that immediately has her squealing in the backseat, with a grin you turn it up as you pull out of the driveway.

“Is she my mom now?”

You had been walking past Ellie’s room after your shower, wearing one of Joel’s flannels with the towel wrapped around your hair when her voice froze you in place, her bedroom door cracked open.

“That’s not exactly how that works, kiddo.” His voice has a nervous lilt to it you don’t often hear from him.

“Then why is she always here?” She sits up a bit and you hold your breath as Joel’s brow furrows.

“Is that a problem?” God you hope not.

“No, I like her.” The tension in his face relaxes with your own.

“I’m glad you do. I like her too.”

“So when will she become my mom?” Her persistence on the issue makes you feel as awkward as he currently looks.

“She’ll become your mom if she wants that. But that probably won’t happen until we’re married, and I don’t know if she wants that yet either.” There’s a beat of silence, you’re heart skipping a beat at the earnestness of the conversation. The silence is quickly interrupted by the little one screaming your name as you rush back to the bathroom, opening and shutting the door to try and make it seem like you hadn’t been listening.

“Yes, little monster?” You make a real show of stepping loudly down the hall as you push the door open. You’re greeted by the sight of Ellie trying to wriggle out of a rather flustered Joel’s arms, face red and flushed as he tries to shove her under her blankets.

“She’s just messin’ around.” He grumbles before throwing a pillow at the giggling mess.

Her voice calling your name from the backseat snaps you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” You turn the music down as you glance at her in the rearview mirror.

“Can Riley come over today after school if her mom says it’s okay?”

“You’re going to Uncle Tommy’s tonight, love. I’ll text her mom and see if she’s okay with picking her up from there if he gets you guys after school. Does that sound okay?” She nods happily when you look in the mirror before going back to singing along with the radio. When you pull up to the parent drop off you get out of the car to unbuckle her, kneeling down in front of her as she pulls her backpack straps over shoulders.

“Can we have a birthday party with Dad when he gets back?” She tilts her head to the side as she asks, you lean forward and kiss her on the cheek before pulling her into a hug.

“Absolutely we can.” You give her a soft smile before her attention is diverted towards a group of her friends. “Be good today, I love you.”

“Love you, bye!” She leans in to give you a kiss on your own cheek before rushing off, you watch her go, waiting until she’s in the building before getting back in the car. You send a quick text to Riley’s mom and Maria, scheduling plans for the girls before putting the car in drive as you head off towards a neighboring town. Honey has a grocery store but on days like this where you have so much free time you like to go to the nicer ones out of town.

You turn the radio off now that it’s just you, cranking the heat to keep warm as you drive in silence.

“We should get married.” You had brought the idea up, much to his surprise. About a year ago, as you were setting up for Ellie’s fifth birthday party, a year after you’d finally moved in.

“Are you serious?” He had been laying on his back, under the camper, working on the more technical aspects of the project. In his shock he’d rolled himself back out to stare at you.

Why wouldn’t you be? Sure, it took a lot of effort on his part but you finally feel like you’ve stopped holding everything against him. You had hoped that he knew that by now.

“Why not? Everyone already thinks we are, everyone at Ellie’s school calls her my daughter, Tommy’s been teasing me about it for ages-” He pulls himself to his feet, quickly putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Bunny, slow down.” He’s getting flustered, you swear his drawl is thicker when he gets like this.

“You’re the one who always says I take things too slow.” You frown, turning back to the flowers you’d been planting in the boxes under the window but he turns you back around to face him.

“You mean it?” His voice is a whisper and you quickly realize how much this means to him.

“Of course, I mean, we’re going to spend our lives together anyway, why wait.” You give him a reassuring smile as you tilt your head to kiss his cheek, briefly letting yourself indulge in the taste of his skin before pulling back. “As much as I’d love to talk about this more, we should get back to work if we want to finish this before she’s home.”

He doesn’t say anything else about it as he goes back to running the electrical under the camper and you can’t help but wonder if you crossed a line. Thankfully you’re on a time crunch to finish this and your mind is kept busy.

The two of you work in silence, almost synchronized as you move from task to task. He brings the cinder blocks out and lines the camper, creating a semi-permanent foundation as you string fairy lights along the outside and finish up planting flowers around the entire thing. Joel attaches the small porch he and Tommy made a few weeks ago that you had painted as you step inside. It’s unrecognizable after all the work the two of you put into it. The ceiling now painted a dark blue, glow in the dark paint dotted along the entire thing, when the sun goes down she’ll be able to see the stars from inside the camper. You painted the walls and changed out the curtains and sheets more to Ellie’s tastes. She’d always loved it here, when Joel was actually busy with work trips she’d stay with you in the camper. Even nowadays with you living with her and Joel she still often asks if she can play in the camper.

Just as you’re finishing up Joel steps inside as well, testing all of the faucets while wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.

“Think she’ll like it?” You ask, your fingers nervously twitch as you roll the hem of your shirt between them, he laughs as he leans back against the counter.

“She’s gonna love it, s’better than any gift I’ve ever gotten her.” You can’t help but smile as he holds his arms out towards you, you quickly step into them, leaning against his chest and taking a deep breath.

You open your mouth to speak, wanting to address your proposition from earlier quickly so it doesn’t hang in the air for too long but you hear the familiar rumble of Tommy’s truck pulling into the driveway and the two of you quickly rush out of the camper and down the steps. You straighten the bow on the door and quickly lock it. You hear Ellie’s laughter as she runs around the side of the house, Tommy and Maria walking up behind her.

She’s excited to see both of you, a paper crown announcing her birthday adorns her head as she runs up to hug her father. The second she sees the camper though she darts right past him.

“Why’s this here?” She yells excitedly, she knows exactly why it’s here instead of sitting stagnant on the piece of property you sold just a few days ago. You smile at Joel, nodding towards her as he leans down to pick her up.

“She got you a little birthday present, since you’ve been so nice to her and let her come live with us.” He points at you as she immediately starts squirming out of his grasp, tossing her backpack aside as she runs up the little porch steps. She turns around to look at you with a huge smile on her face.

“Are you fucking serious?” She screams. You can’t help it as a laugh slips out of you, thankfully Tommy can’t hold it together either as Joel immediately breaks into a lecture you nudge his shoulder as you hand her the key.

“It’s her birthday, she’s allowed to say it on her birthday.” You murmur through your continued laughter. She wraps her arms around your legs, hugging you tightly before turning around and unlocking the door. “Happy birthday, Ellie.”

She had loved her party, thankfully. And she loved her new playhouse much to your relief.

You and Joel laid on opposite sides of her as her little snores filled the camper, she had wanted a campout as a birthday treat and you were both more than willing to oblige. You’re staring up at the faintly glowing stars painted on the ceiling when he sets the box down next to you. You grab it, wanting to ask him more but not wanting to wake Ellie up you open it.

And you’re met with a ridiculously gorgeous ring.

Clearly an heirloom but he’s recently had it polished, one large diamond framed by two smaller ones on either side of it. Your eyes are wide as you stare down at it, shimmering in the moon light before sharply turning your head to the man with a dopey smile lying across from you.

“Been carrying that around for a while now, if I’d known you were ready I would’a asked sooner.” His voice is low as Ellie stirs a bit and you both freeze as she rolls over closer to her father.

Neither one of you speaks again, but the look on your face as you put the ring on was answer enough.

The beeping brings you back to reality as you scan every item in the self checkout lane.

You’re only feeding yourself while Ellie’s with Maria and Tommy, so you keep it simple. Another box of cereal, milk, an apple, a loaf of bread and deli meats. You’re pretty sure you have enough cheese and other essentials to get you through the rest of the weekend. On your way up to the checkout counter you grab a bag of dark roast coffee beans and a box of tampons.

You’re out of both.

You know you live in memories too often, especially without Joel to keep you in reality. You find him in the past when he isn’t beside you because something needs to fill the aching void that yearns for his smell, his taste, and his touch. And echoes of Joel are almost as good as the real thing. There’s a funny comfort you find in memories. Even unhappy ones. There’s no surprises in memories, you know what’s going to happen and you know you survived it.

Even the bad memories bring you comfort when he isn’t around to do it himself.

You pay quickly, loading everything into the cooler in the car as you head off in the direction of your mechanic. When you park you’re told it’ll take about fifteen minutes, nodding as you sit in the waiting room, where your mind inevitably wanders to one of the worst memories in the hours following your meeting in the Applebees that has since closed.

You didn’t pay attention to the road.

Instead you stared at your hands in your lap as he drove, not bothering with the radio, the two of you stewing in your silence as he pulled into the driveway. You didn’t even unbuckle your seatbelt, he had come around the truck and done that for you, pulling you into his arms and carrying you bridal style up the porch steps and into the house, only stopping to kick the door shut before bringing you to his room, clicking on the lamp he hadn’t bothered to remove, and setting you on the mattress.

He lays down beside you, taking your face in his hands but you immediately recoil, pushing him away.

“What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness? To show you I’m sorry? Cause I don’t see a point to any of this if it’s never going to happen, it’ll be better for both of us if we know where we stand.” He’s right, unfortunately. Neither one of you deserves to waste the other's time if this is going to mean nothing.

If you can’t forgive him.

“Can you at least let me love you? Do you think you can manage that?” His voice is dangerously close to cracking and you have to pray that he doesn’t break. If he can’t hold it together you know you won’t be able to either. “Neither one of us wants to deal with this but we don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t know.” You mumble, you really don’t know so why answer with anything else?

“I don’t even need a concrete answer, bunny. I just need to know if someday you’re going to be able to forgive me. I can’t live a life where you keep me at arms length.”

You hadn’t responded. Just slid closer to him.

And you let him hold you until you fell asleep, hoping that would be enough.

Your phone buzzing is what snaps you out of your empty thoughts this time. When you open the notification you’re met with a message from Maria, a photo of Tommy sleeping in the recliner, Ellie sitting in his lap, and Riley sitting on the arm of the chair, watching whatever movie they put on the T.V.

[ Made it back from school. Watching Treasure Planet. ]

[ love it ] [ thanks again for taking them ]

The mechanic returns shortly after, handing you your keys and telling you you’re good to go. The hour drive back isn’t terrible, you opt to listen to music on the way back. It’s quiet when you return home. Putting away the groceries and making yourself a sandwich as you look around the cluttering remnants of the party yesterday, the only sounds are your chewing and the soft creaking and scratching from under the floorboards.

Joel has so much pride for your home. He would hate it if he knew how dirty it was currently, the thought alone has you reaching for an empty trash bag once you’re finished eating.

You turn all the lights on as the sun starts to set, how much time did you spend daydreaming today? You try not to think too hard about it as you start cleaning up the plastic cups and paper plates that litter every surface of the living room, popping deflating balloons and sweeping up discarded streamers and confetti. There’s a feeling of solace that comes with cleaning the house, making it feel like home once more.

This isn’t just Joel’s house now, it’s yours as well, even if you thought this would never be the case.

“I know that you shot down the idea last time but I want to show you something.”

“Joel, I just don’t think…” Your voice trails off as you stare at the key ring he’s holding out towards you. If you can’t guarantee that he won’t hurt people you can’t share a home with him, it’s stupid and it makes you feel childish but you can’t come home to him knowing people are still dying, even if you can’t stay away from him.

“Just give me a chance to show you.” He puts the keys back into his pocket before taking your hand. Walking you down the hall towards his room, he stops briefly to check in on Ellie, still tucked into her own bed as you peer into her room before he closes her door quietly. “I don’t want you to think that a life with me is going to be only horrors, and I know that a part of you has already resigned yourself to such a thing but you don’t deserve that.” You’re about to interrupt him, tell him that’s not true despite the ache in your chest that tells you he’s right but he’s opening his own bedroom door and you’re too busy staring slack jawed inside.

It’s unrecognizable from the monster cage he’d created for himself.

Instead of resting bare and on the floor, the mattress has sheets and now rests on a low to the ground metal frame. The photos that were once taped to the wall are now in frames or pinned to a bulletin board he hung up.

He put a rug down that covers any claw marks on the floor and he’s done his best to hang up photos and paintings over the scratches on the walls. There’s even furniture now, a nightstand on either side of the bed with a matching dresser, lamps scattered around the room make the space feel warm and lived in.

“You- you did all this?”

“If you live with me I don’t want you to have to sleep in some sort of creepy homemade dungeon, you deserve an actual bedroom.” He whispers as you look at the paintings on the wall, all of them are Alice in Wonderland themed. “I borrowed those from Sarah’s room, we can change them out when- if you move in.” He quickly mumbles as you look up at a painting of Alice staring into a lake, her own image being reflected back up at her.

“It’s lovely, it’s perfect Joel.” You turn back to him as he rubs the back of his neck bashfully.

“This ain’t it, there's a few more surprises for you.” The shocked look remains on your face as he takes your hand once more, bringing you back into the kitchen and out the sliding glass door.

You had run outside without shoes on and took down the banner hanging on the camper before rushing back in and tossing it in the trash bag. When you look at the clock it’s just a couple minutes from 7:00 p.m. You bring the bag out to the porch before washing your hands.

You don’t bother taking a shower as you change into your pajamas, setting your ring on your nightstand, not wanting to risk damaging it as you pull up a pair of sweats you don’t care about being ruined and an old shirt you wore when you painted the bathroom a month ago. Grabbing the apple off the counter you shove it into your sweatpants pocket. Shooting Maria one last text and turning your phone on do not disturb, you tell her to say goodnight to Ellie for you before slipping your sneakers on and heading out the back door once more.

You don’t like going to the barn alone, and you should have put on a proper jacket, without the sun to warm you, your skin prickles with goosebumps. The dark doesn’t frighten you very much anymore, and it’s easy to follow the familiar path even in the dark. Your phone flashlight illuminates the ground in front of you as you walk, you’re trying to remember if there is a specific sheep Ellie isn’t attached to.

Most of the flock is sleeping save for a few stragglers, you decide not to overthink it, grabbing a lead and putting it over the head of the first sheep that’s brave enough to greet you. The unlucky winner is one of the older sheep, making its way over to you the second you open the gate. You reward her bravery with the apple in your pocket, the only sounds in the quiet night are those of chewing as you walk her back towards the house.

You swung your intertwined hands between the two of you as you walked through the trees behind his house. He must have worked startlingly fast to do that for you, no ones ever put in that sort of effort for you before.

The sun is just starting to set behind you as he takes a step back and covers your eyes.

“Hey-” You start to object with a giggle as he continues walking you forward.

“Oh hush, let this be a surprise.” He chuckles as he leads you further down the path before stopping abruptly and lifting his hands. “Surprise.” He whispers, taking a step back.

“Woah.” You exhale in shock as you stare at the barn in front of you. A white fence surrounding it.

It’s beautiful.

“Tommy and I grew up on a farm, we can raise whatever you want, pigs, sheep, chickens, anything you want.” He mumbles as he wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek.

“I love that idea, but can I ask why?” You let out a nervous laugh as you turn to raise an eyebrow at him.

“That’s actually a part of your last surprise.”

“Another?” Your voice pitches up, he built you a fucking barn, what else could he have done for you?

“I want you to know how serious I am about you moving in, I don’t want you to have any doubt.” He mumbles against your temple, inhaling deeply before pulling away and taking your hand one more time. “Come on.” He pulls you back towards the house as the sun sets for good, you walk in the darkness until he brings you to the basement entrance and pulls out the keys he’d offered you.

Several locks adorn the basement entrance, you sift through your key ring until you find each lock's respective key, letting them drop into the grass as you remove each one. When you swing the heavy metal doors open you’re met with the welcoming warmth that comes from below. Several lamps and space heaters create a warm glow that beckons you down the steps. Almost immediately the sheep pulls away, bleating fearfully. Animals are far more intelligent than anyone gives them credit for, they know when something is wrong.

You pull her down with you then reach up and let the doors slam down, sealing the poor thing in its tomb with you.

You drop the lead once the doors are closed, there’s no point in leading the lamb any closer to the inevitable slaughter.

“I have loved you since I first saw you in that bar. I have loved you every moment since, you could be cruel and terrible and I’d love you still and I’d probably deserve it. But you aren’t. You’re smart, and you care about everything, and you love everyone even if they aren’t worthy of it.” His hands caress your face as he whispers into the night air. “And you feel so much guilt for the things I do even though you shouldn’t. You can forgive me for all that I’ve done but it won’t change the fact that I’m still doing terrible things. I’ve done terrible things for so long that I didn’t really consider any other options, but you deserve other options.”

He pulls open the basement doors once all the locks are undone, and offers his hand to you.

“I want to show you that I can change, that I would do anything you need me to do, be anything you need me to be.”

It’s your choice, take it or leave, he won’t hold it against you if you crack and can’t handle it anymore. But you need him to keep yourself together in the first place so you take his calloused hand in yours and let him lead you down into the darkness.

The smell of vanilla and pine is dense down here.

As you descend further down the steps you see the familiar set up, a few lamps and lanterns are scattered throughout the darkness as well as a couple space heaters that are only there for your benefit. A mattress you insist on putting sheets on is pushed against one of the scratched up walls, the blankets and pillows scattered about the space, you walk over to the mess, picking up the scattered quilts as you throw everything back down on the mattress. You can feel the movement behind you, the scratching against the cement as you lay down, even with the heaters it’s cold. Thankfully you know you’ll be warm enough soon.

The panicked baa’s of the sheep are swiftly silenced, replaced with the wet tearing sound that once would have filled you with dread. It’s a bit morbid how comforting you now find them, you roll over as you pull another blanket up over yourself, watching the iron chains drag across the floor as the unseen figure pulls them in different directions.

You can see movement dancing on the edges of the lamp light, the smell of blood is almost as prominent now as the suffocating sweetness. A smile begins to tease the corners of your mouth as you hear him moving closer, the familiar, gravely voice that calls out from the dark recesses of the basement fills your ears like warm honey.

“C’mere, bunny.”

a/n : that's a wrap on oh honey folks, once again im sorry i made yall wait so long, i hope it was worth it <3

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themultifandomgal · 11 months

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hi! can i please send in a request for a severide imagines where the reader is jay and wills sister and her and severide have been dating and the reader is a firefighter and gets stuck im a building. Thanks

Yes of course!

Kelly Severide- Stuck

Most people would think that our parents would be proud. Having one child as a doctor, one a police officer and one a firefighter, but no. Our mom died while I was young. Our dad, well we didn't have the best relationship and then he passed away. My brothers Will and Jay are my rocks and I love them so much, so telling them I am dating Lieutenant Kelly Severide was very nerve racking, especially because Kelly and Jay are such good friends. However when I did tell them they just had the usual 'you hurt her and I'll hurt you' kinda talk.

We’ve just had a call about a house fire, possibly arson so Jay and some of the other at intelligence will be there.

When we arrive I see my Jay and Erin waiting for us

“What have we got?” I ask walking over to them

“We think at least 2 people are inside. Just need your guys to do their thing so we can go inside to look” I nod my head at Erin

“Ok” I turn around

“Hey YN” Jay calls my name

“Hmm?”

“Be careful, we don’t know if the arsonist is inside. Could be armed”

“Well if you hear me scream then you know we have a problem” I say

“Don’t even joke about that” Jay scolds. I give him a quick hug and run back over to truck

“Halstead your with me” Matt says putting his helmet on. I nod getting mine. Kelly then takes my hand in his and gives it a little squeeze. Some thing we do when one of us is going on a job and we still need to be professional. I followed Matt and we both walk into the burning building

“Fire department call out!” I shout scouting the room. I follow behind Matt up the stairs. We open one of the doors to check in

“Fire department call out!” Matt shouts. I then notice a woman on the floor

“Casey” I say walking over to her. I feel for a pulse. It’s faint but it’s there. I take off my oxygen mask

“What the hell are you doing!”

“She will die if…”

“YN, Matt you need to get out, buildings unstable”

“We can’t leave her” I cough feeling the smoke starting to get to me

“Ok” Matt starts to drag the woman out while I hold her feet. Suddenly the floor under me collapses

“Halstead! You good?” Matt shouts

“I think so”

“Damn it” my alarm starts going off “Boden Halsteads gone down, permission for squad”

“Permission granted” that’s when my arm feels stuck

“Casey?” I call

“Yeah?”

“I think my arms stuck under the wood” I cough out

“Ok hang in there. Squad are coming in now”

Within a few minutes Kelly is hanging over the hole in the ground. I can’t stop coughing as I keep inhaling the smoke

“How you doing down there”

“Struggling to breathe” I chock out “arm hurts”

“Ok let’s get you out of here. Can you grab my hand?” I reach up but can’t get to Kelly “ok I’m coming down. Cruz get the rope and a spare mask” it’s getting even harder to breathe “just stay with me ok?” I give a little nod. Kelly drops down with a mask and places it around my face

“This is probably going to hurt like hell, but I need you to pull your arm out when I say”

“Ok” I breath out. Kelly lifts up the wood trapping my arm. The pain is excruciating as I pull my arm out and that’s when it all goes dark.

I wake up the the sound of beeping machines. Great I’m in the hospital. Slowly I open my eyes. My arm feels heavily. I look down and see it in a cast. Kelly immediately stands up gaining my attention

“The woman?” I croak. Kelly chuckles as he helps me take a sip of water

“Always putting people above yourself. She’s fine. Just smoke inhalation” I give Kelly a nod “your brothers are here. Want me to send them in?”

“Yeah” in walks Jay and Will

“How you feeling?” Jay asks walking over to me looking worried

“Like I’ve got some sort of throat infection”

“You’ll have a bad throat for a day or two” Will tells me

“I know the drill. Remember this isn’t the first time I’ve inhaled smoke”

“That’s not a sentence any of us want to hear” Will says sitting at the end of bed

“When can I go home?”

“Well since you have such a loving caring brother who’s also a doctor..” I give Will a kick with my foot “ok ok. Tomorrow, just have to watch you overnight. Now I need to get back to work. I’ll see you later” Will kisses my forehead before leaving me

“You both need to go back to work as well” I tell Jay and Kelly

“You going to be ok on your own?”

“Kel I’ll be fine. Seriously it’s just a broken arm and sore throat and anyway I’m sure April and Maggie will pop in to see me. Go”

“Ok. Love you”

“Love you too” Kelly bends down and kisses my lips

“Alright move away before I throw up” Jay pulls Kelly back making us chuckle “see you later” he also kisses my forehead. Jay then pushes Kelly out the door

“Love you!” I shout to my brother and Kelly trying not to laugh. I’m so lucky they all get on, I don’t know what I would do if they didn’t.

#kelly severide imagine #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide #kelly severide x yn#one chicago imagine #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago fire

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 21 days

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIPs

Thank you for tagging me @ic3-que3n @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @shrekgogurt @orange-peony @youarenevertooold @whatevertheweather @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @aristocratic-otter @monbons @emeryhall @valeffelees (wow everyone is out here playing huh?)

🦈Tell us the name of your / one of your WIP(s)

As of right now, I’m going with Back and Back and Back but that may change.

🍄Decscribe your wip / one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Past flashbacks in which Baz grows up being visited by an older Simon in the woods outside his house in Hampshire + current 7th year Simon suddenly finds himself traveling back in time to visit young Baz = both Simon and Baz trying to figure out what’s happening in the present, resulting in them falling in love in a mesh of past and present

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Soulmates, time travel, canon divergent, Watford-era, angst with a happy ending, kid!Baz, lightly inspired by Time Traveler’s Wife.

🧭An alternative title to your / one of your WIP(s)?

I mentioned this last week, but I quite like Start at the End, even though I don’t think it technically is accurate or describes the fic.

⚠️Which wip you’re most likely to finish or update next?

Idk, this one will be quite long, but everything else in my WIP folder are just attempts at starting a premise I liked, but none of them have gotten much traction, so probably this one? Hopefully?

💾What is your document of your wip / a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Time Travel AU

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

He whistles, looking around and finally taking the time to fully appreciate the tree house.

“Did you make this?”

“With help,” I explain. “Some from Father. Mostly from you.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That’s one thing I’ve yet to figure out, why he forgets. Sometimes, he remembers our past visits with more detail than I do. As if they’d just happened the day before instead of years ago. Other times, he can’t remember something as big as building a treehouse with me. He reminds me of my grandmother, when her dementia had its grips on her. She’d recall something from her childhood so clearly, and the next minute, she’d forget my name.

Father didn’t want me to call attention to it in front of her. He said it would only make her more confused. So I don’t mention it to him, either. We just sort of…dance around it, without mentioning it outright. (He’d fit right in with my family, honestly.) I just clarify things and then we move on.

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I was thinking about having the Humdrum be a time traveling younger Simon, or something like that, in addition to current Simon being a time traveler. Like, they discover there’s another version of him traveling, but I thought that would be too confusing. So instead, he’s just the regular ol’ Humdrum.

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a lil Drabble in my head about Baz being sad while his wedding ring is getting fixed by the jewelers for a week so Simon has to cheer him up. (It me. Rubbing my empty ring finger all week while it’s getting fixed and I hate it not being there.)

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Actively? I think just this one right now. There are about 4 other half starts from earlier this year when I was just throwing spaghetti noodles at the wall to see what stuck. Some of them I may come back to if I get a burst of inspiration or something.

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

(One of) the big reveals because the scene carries a lot of emotional weight, and I want to do it right.

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

And kudos to anyone who read this far!

Anyone else want to play? @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @blackberrysummerblog @run-for-chamo-miles @mooncello @angelsfalling16 @artsyunderstudy and anyone else interested! 💜

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hendersister · 9 months

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twilight zone (3/3)

summary: when you and steve get trapped in the upside down, you work together to survive.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: twilight zone by golden earring

word count: ~1.8k

<- part 2

You lost track of how much time you and Steve have spent walking through the woods in the Upside Down. You’ve been stuck here since entering through a gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake and you’re both desperate to get back home to the real Hawkins.

You believe that there might be a gate in Eddie’s trailer because that’s where Chrissy died. But Eddie’s trailer is several miles away. So you and Steve decided to make a quick pit stop at your house to gather supplies for your journey to the trailer park. You walked through the woods to get to your place because you and Steve were trying your best to lay low.

After spending an unknown amount of time in the woods, you and Steve arrive at your house. As soon as you get inside, you go around looking for supplies. You’re so focused and in the zone, you’re not paying too much attention to the sights or sounds around you.

While you’re gathering supplies, Steve walks around your house. Just as he passes by Dustin’s bedroom, he suddenly hears Dustin speaking indistinctly and faintly.

“Dustin!”

Steve goes inside Dustin’s room.

“Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me?” Steve yells.

You’re down the hall in your own bedroom when you hear Steve calling out Dustin’s name. He’s yelling loud enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You run out of your room and follow your boyfriend’s voice.

“Dustin! Hello? Hello!!”

You rush into Dustin’s room and find Steve shouting.

“Steve! What’s going on?”

“Your brother’s here. He’s like… He’s in the walls or something,” Steve tells you.

You raise your eyebrows.

“What? What do you mean he’s in the walls?” you ask, confused.

“Just listen. It’s Dustin!” he tries.

You’re quiet for a moment. And then you can hear faintly-

“Y/N, do you copy? Steve? This is Dustin. Where are you? Do you copy?”

You gasp. You can recognize that voice and tone anywhere. It’s your little brother. You were so focused on gathering supplies that you weren’t even listening before. But now you can definitely hear Dustin.

“Dustin! Dustin!” you start shouting your brother’s name along with Steve.

“I repeat! This is Dustin. Do you copy?”

You and Steve take a breather.

“All right, either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve shrugs.

“I don’t think he can hear us,” you sigh, “I think the only way he would be able to hear us was if Eleven was with him….”

Steve shakes his head.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself, and then, “Do you think there’s anything we can do to get his attention?”

You take a deep breath and give yourself a moment to think. And then a lightbulb turns on, both figuratively in your head and literally in the room. From the corner of the eye, you notice one of your light fixtures is glowing.

“Joyce said that Will spoke to her through the lights, right?” you say as you approach the glowing light fixture.

Steve sees the glow and follows you towards the light. You both cautiously reach your hands in. It feels kind of good. You and Steve both look at each other and smile. You don’t say anything because you don’t have to. You’ve just found a way to communicate with Dustin!

“So should we wave our hands until Dustin notices us?” Steve asks.

You shake your head.

“No need. I know Morse Code,” you tell him.

You and Dustin both learned Morse Code together a few years ago. It was just for fun. Back then, you never imagined you’d ever need to use it or be in this type of situation.

Steve puts his hand down and you write out S.O.S in Morse Code. It takes a few times of repeating the message until-

“Wait…is that Morse Code?” you hear Dustin faintly ask.

You write out a response in Morse Code:

YES DORK

You and Steve can hear Dustin’s laughter echoing. The message called him a dork. He knows it has to be you.

“Y/N! Is that you?” Dustin asks you excitedly, “To make things easier, do one light flicker for yes and two for no.”

You flick the light once. Dustin cheers.

“Are you alone?”

You flick the light twice and write out in Morse Code:

STEVE

“Steve!? How the hell did you guys get to the Upside Down?” Dustin questions you.

You and Steve went out to the middle of Lover’s Lake because you had a hypothesis that gates were forming at Vecna murder sites. You didn’t tell Dustin or anyone else in the party that you were going because you thought it was a shot in the dark. You and Steve both regret that now.

Dustin did not ask a yes or no question so you write out a message in response:

GATE IN LAKE

“Why would there be a gate in the lake?!” Dustin wonders aloud, and then, “Wait, the lake is where Patrick died. Does that mean there’s a gate at all the Vecna murder sites?”

You flick the light once for yes. You’re so happy and proud of your little brother for coming to the same conclusion as you. You hear Dustin laugh and cheer too.

“Can you go through the gate at Lover’s Lake to get home?”

You flick the light twice for no and send another message in Morse Code:

MEET AT EDDIE TRAILER

“OK! I’ll get Lucas and Max and we’ll meet you there!” Dustin exclaims.

You and Steve let out a sigh of relief. You’re getting some much needed help. Now all you have to do is get to the trailer park.

After you finish gathering supplies, you and Steve leave your house. Steve eyes the bikes on the ground near the garage.

“We can take those bikes to Eddie’s,” Steve suggests.

“I think I have a better idea,” you tell Steve as you nod towards your mom’s car.

Steve raises his eyebrows. You both approach the car.

“Do you think the car would work?” you ask your boyfriend.

“Y/N, we’re in an alternate dimension. Anything is possible at this point,” he answers casually.

You let out a little chuckle before opening the car door. You check under the sun visor, where your mom usually hides her extra pair of keys. The upside down version of the car keys falls onto your lap. You hold your breath as you put the keys in the ignition. You turn the key and the car turns on. It miraculously works!

“Yes!!” you clap your hands excitedly.

Steve’s face perks up.

“That was actually kinda hot. Is it weird that I’m kinda turned on right now?” he jokes.

“Save that energy for when we get out of here,” you coyly reply.

Steve goes around the car and gets into the passenger’s seat. You pull the car out of the driveway and start your drive towards Eddie’s trailer.

Taking the car saved a significant amount of time. What could’ve been a few hours on foot, only took about 20 minutes to drive.

When you arrive at Eddie’s trailer, the first thing you and Steve see is the sealed gate on the ceiling.

“Goddamn,” Steve mutters to himself.

You’re getting closer to the gate when it suddenly starts to open. Steve impulsively grabs your hand and pulls you back behind him. He puts a protective arm out in front of you.

Once the gate’s seal is completely gone, you and Steve slowly approach the gate. You look up to see Dustin, Lucas and Max standing in Eddie’s trailer.

“No way,” Steve mutters.

Dustin laughs.

“Hi there” your little brother waves.

You and Steve wave back. You and your smile at each other. You’re both so happy and relieved. You can finally get out of the Upside Down!

“Bada-bada-boom!” Dustin cheers.

Max and Lucas move Eddie’s mattress directly under the gate, giving you and Steve a landing pad. Dustin ties together a few bed sheets as a makeshift rope.

“Not quite sure how these physics are gonna work. But, uh…. here goes nothing.”

Dustin tosses up one end of the rope and it reaches the Upside Down. He keeps hold of the rope’s other end.

“And if my theory is correct...”

Dustin lets go of the rope and it holds. Everyone is shocked and in awe.

Steve looks at you. He’d prefer to be the last one out of the Upside Down because he wants to make sure that you get through the gate safely.

“You go first,” your boyfriend tells you.

“Ok,” you nod.

You take hold of the rope. Steve puts his hands on your waist so he can help lift you up. Before you go, you lean in and give him a kiss.

“We did it! We made it out of here,” you whisper.

“We survived together,” Steve softly replies.

After a moment, you pull away from Steve.

“See you on the other side,” he tells you as he lifts you up.

You climb the rope through the gate and land on the mattress.

“Woah,” you chuckle, “That was weird!”

Dustin puts his hand out to help you stand up.

“There’s no place like home,” you smile as you rise to your feet.

“Huh?” Dustin gives you a confused look.

Steve climbs up the rope right after you. He lands on the mattress and you give him a helping hand. He stands up.

“Are you guys okay!?” Max asks.

“What happened?!” Lucas questions you.

You explain everything that happened from you and Steve going out to investigate at Lover’s Lake through driving your mom’s car to Eddie’s trailer in the Upside Down. The kids listen intently. After you finish your story, Steve looks at the kids suspiciously.

“How’d you guys get here so fast?” Steve asks.

“What do you mean?” Dustin counters.

“Y/N and I saved a lot of time because we took your mom’s car. How did you guys get here so fast on bikes?” Steve raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, uh, Max and I were at Lover’s Lake and…” Lucas begins before Max interrupts.

“We found your car and took it. I drove us all here,” she says bluntly.

Steve puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head.

“Oh no, not again!” Steve shrugs.

“Steve, relax! Just think about it this way, using your car helped us save your lives faster,” Dustin tries.

“Yeah, you’re welcome!” Max rolls her eyes.

“Give me the keys,” Steve tells Max.

You look away to try to stop yourself from laughing. You love it when Steve gets into Dad mode like this. You think it's cute.

Max shrugs and hands Steve his car keys.

“All right. Let’s get out of here. We’re going home,” Steve announces.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

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lulutaylorsimaginarium · 1 month

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The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words:1375

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN2: You guys are surprising me with this weeks poll. I love it though. You have a few more days to vote

XxL

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Fifteen

Later that day the guys were busy all around and outside the house. She didn’t know what they were doing but she also knew that if they weren’t telling her, maybe she shouldn’t ask. Some things weren’t her business and maybe she didn’t want to know.

She sat on the sofa with a laptop in her lap typing away with the next step of the plan. Gabby just hoped that the plan actually worked. She knew that it was going to take a few trips over time but she was impatient and she wanted to move as much as possible, at least the first time over the boarder

The front door opened before Benny walked in and smiled to her.

“Do you ever get tried?”

“Trust me I am”

“I don’t believe you”.

“Hey?” she asked “When you take the interior panel of a car door off. The door is hollow, right?”

“I mean there is material and like waterproof stuff in there so it doesn’t rust but nothing we can’t take-out” he offered “Muscle cars might be better because of sheer size”.

“Do you just want me to buy you a muscle car. Benny?”

“Yes”

“You’re going to have to sell it again when we get back here”.

“That’s okay. It still a road trip in a hot car”

“Do you want a Camaro?”

“1967!!!!” he told her excitedly.

“It might have to be a beater.”

“Don’t care”

“Done” she agreed.

“You wouldn’t have to buy four the first time out. Buy two, we can do the work on them, and we can send Will and Frankie back to the states. Then buy the other two Pope and I can stay back to do the work.”

“Need time away from your big brother, huh?”

“It’s like I’m still five years old.”

“I’ll buy a Camaro first. How about that?” she chuckled “But, you have to take me for a spin.”

“Absolutely”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Suddenly the front door opened again.

“You’re meant to be sleeping” Santiago scolded her playfully.

“I’m on the couch. I’m not running a marathon.”

“You’re hopeless”

He kissed her on top of the head before she held his hand without even realizing she had reached for it.

“How are the guys?”

“They’re okay”

“What do you guys want for dinner?"

“Food”

“Very helpful. Thank you” she laughed.

She wanted to do it up big. Thanksgivings little sister. A thousand sides and a lot of laughter. Maybe she was trying to fix everything. The mood that was clouding the house. She hated tension. First Gabby and Frankie. Frankie and Santiago and now Will and Benny.

As much as it sounded corny, she liked a happy family.

An hour later she snuck out of the house and went to the store. She didn’t have much time, but she knew that pizza would be an easy home meal idea. Men liked carbs, right?

She somehow snuck out without anyone noticing her going but she was noticed when she came back lugging countless shopping bags up the front steps, Santiago shook his head as she smiled at him. He called her stubborn, she only laughed before moving into the house.

They were happy about it when the sun went down and they came back inside, the house smelt amazing with a feast waiting for them of homemade pizza, bread and salads. Music blaring around them and Gabby busy in the kitchen, with a tea towel hanging off her shoulder, red hair piled up on top of her head.

“How did you make pizza?” Will asked her

“There are two pizza ovens are out the back. One’s wood, one’s electric” she chuckled because clearly none of them had noticed, even though both ovens were pretty big. “You wash up. Everything will be ready soon”.

One by one they did, and everything was on the dining table waiting for them. Gabby however was still busy in the kitchen.

“Reina” Santiago called out “You going to sitting down?”

“In a second”

“We’re not eating down til you sit down” Will told her

They had been around her for long enough to know her well by now. She would have kept going until they were done.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed for bottle of beer out of the fridge and walked over to them. Santiago grabbed her gently by the hips and pop her in the chair beside him before she grabbed a piece of garlic bread

“Hey” Benny protested “That was mine”

She proceeded to lick the piece of bread and hand it over to him “You want it?”

The whole table laughed, including Frankie. Which was surprising.

“You do have brothers” Will smiled

“Dude, my parents had to buy me food to hide in my bedroom. So my brothers didn’t eat it all. Yeah, I have brothers”

They all fell into a happy hum of conversation and laughter, at a level that they hadn’t seen in a while. It was nice without a cloud of friction looming above them.

“You find me a car yet?” Benny teased

“I have. It’s a shit box but the engine is practically new, so it will you from point A to point B”

“Camaro?” She winked at him “I love you”

“How much?” Will asked

“Eighteen”

“It is a shit box” Will laughed

“With two different coloured doors” she chuckled “Which might be a good thing. It wont draw as much attention”

“Take the interior panels out. Put the money in, cover it back up”.

“Will, its like we know each other” she joked

“Don’t forget we have that paperwork that Sebastion made. Pope and I could go find a transit van. Take some 'coffee' through the boarder that way”

“I forgot about that paperwork”

“That way we could all go together” Santiago offered

“One of us should stay behind keep an eye on the rest of the money” she said “My name’s on the deed. It would look weird otherwise”

“You’re not staying here by yourself” Benny told her

“I’m a big girl”

“I’ll stay too” Frankie told them “Just in case”

Frankie and Gabby stared at each other for a few seconds. She would have loved that idea a few weeks ago. Heck, even a few days ago.

Now it made her feel uneasy for some reason.

She knew other places had the cook, not clean rule but it didn’t seem right to have the guys clean up after they had been working all day long. They had all gone their own ways as she gave the kitchen one more wipe down and reached for her little orange bottle of pills. She took two and gulped down ice cold water, not knowing there was someone behind her

“What are you taking?”

“Vitamins” she lied.

Frankie snatched the bottle out of her hand quickly. Knowing she was lying through her teeth

“Valium?”

“Oh” she sighed “It’s spelt different, isn’t it?”

“Why the fuck are you taking Valium?”

“Why do you think Frankie?” she sighed softly “I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I don’t have it in me. I know life is crap right now and things are happening that you do not like. I get it, but I still need you”

“Gab”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Yeah”

“Then why are we doing this, Baby? We’re under the same roof and I fucking miss you. I don’t know how to explain it” she shook her head gently

“I know”

“Then what are we doing?”

“I don’t know”

“Neither do I”

“I just..” he started but he wasn’t sure where to take that sentence “I don’t know”

“Can you figure it out please?” she asked gently “I’m going to bed before these kick in”.

He watched her walk upstairs and disappeared like she has done so many times before. Leaving him alone downstairs with his thoughts

#triple frontier #frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #will miller #benny miller #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund #oscar isaac #pedro pascal

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allthingsfangirl101 · 10 months

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Accidentally Turned On–Steve Harrington

Warning: sexual touching, language

We were frozen as the demobats flew away. All you could hear was our breathing. I looked around at my friends, trying to make sure they were all okay. My eyes landed on Steve and stayed there when I saw he was already looking at me.

"We need to get out of here," Nancy said, breaking the silence. I couldn't focus as they started talking about where we could go and how we could get back to Hawkins. I looked down at my hands to see them shaking. I knew what this meant.

"Y/N?"

And so did Steve.

"Are you okay?"

"I can't believe. . . We're back. . . This is where Will was trapped. . . For days. . . How are we. . . We're stuck."

Steve gently grabbed my arms and gently rubbed them. "We're going to be okay," he whispered. "We're going to get out of here. I promise."

"We have a plan," Robin said, walking over to us.

"What?" Steve asked.

"We're going to Nancy's house," Robin explained. "We're going to try and get some of her guns, maybe find a way to reach the kids for help."

"Sounds good," he agreed.

As she left, he reached over and grabbed one of my hands, instantly intertwining our fingers. He pulled me along and followed the others. We were walking along the edge of the woods when I noticed Steve start to slow down.

"Are you okay?"

My question got caught in my throat when Steve suddenly stopped, his breathing heavy.

"Steve?" I asked, my voice soft. I looked down, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw the bite marks on his side. His knees got weak and I barely caught him.

"Help!" I screamed. "Guys, Steve needs help!"

I slowly lowered him and helped him lean against the rock. I reached up and gently moved some hair out of his face. The others stood behind me as I examined his wound.

"It's going to be okay," I whispered. I looked up at him and said, "I know this is going to be hard and painful, but I need you to stand up, okay?"

Steve nodded and I carefully helped him stand up. He watched as I tore the bottom of my shirt. I was about to wrap the fabric around him, but I hesitated.

"Hey," he whispered as he grabbed my shaking hands. "Do it. I'll be fine."

"It's going to hurt," I said under my breath. I looked down at my hands still shaking in his.

"That's okay," he tried to reassure.

"I don't want to hurt you."

He let go of one of my hands and used his free hand to lift my chin. "You aren't going to hurt me, Y/N. You're going to help me. I trust you to do this. I only trust you."

I looked down and held my breath as I started wrapping the fabric from my shirt around his waist. Every time he gasped in pain, I echoed it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay," he said through his teeth. I looked up at him, keeping my hands on his hips as I stood up.

"I'm almost done, Steve."

I wrapped the fabric around his back but the earth started to shake. I gasped, Steve instantly catching me as I fell into him. I tried to ignore the blush on my face as our bodies were pressed together. We stayed like that, closer than we two friends have ever been until the shaking stopped.

"You good?" He asked.

"Yeah," I stuttered. "You?"

"Yep," he smiled. I looked down and cleared my throat. My stomach felt like a zoo as I finished wrapping Steve's wound, our bodies still a little too close. I tied off the makeshift bandage and looked up at Steve with a sigh of relief.

"Is he going to die?" Robin asked, bursting through the tension no one else seemed to notice was between Steve and me.

"He'll be fine," I chuckled, looking away from Steve. "We should get going."

The others nodded as they turned around and headed further into the woods. As we walked, I got closer to Nancy and Robin while Steve and Eddie stayed behind us.

"You okay?" Nancy asked.

"I'm fine," I said, wrapping my arms around myself. Nancy glanced behind us at Steve and chuckled.

"Y/N," she sighed. "I know you. I know Steve. You two have been friends long before Steve and I were ever a thing."

"What are you getting at?" I asked, harsher than intended.

"Yeah," Robin joined in. "What are you getting at, Nancy?"

"Look," she said, slightly uncomfortable, "when Steve and I were going out, I was worried. About you."

"Me?" I stuttered. "What are you talking about? Why would you be worried about me?"

"Because I saw things," she said. "You and Steve were close."

"We've been friends since we were little," I tried to explain.

"True," Nancy shrugged. "But I also saw how he looked at you when you weren't paying attention. Whenever a guy was talking to you, he'd get on edge. Almost like he was preparing to jump up and intervene at a moment's notice."

"He was protective," I stuttered. "He's always been. . ."

"Y/N," she cut me off, "it's okay. There's nothing between Steve and me anymore. That's in the past."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, playing with my hands. Nancy grabbed my elbow, stopping me. She glanced at Steve and Eddie before turning back to me.

"Because," she said, lowering her voice, "the two of you would be a lot happier if you just confessed."

"Confessed what?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"That you're in love with him."

Nancy walked away but I couldn't move. My mind raced at this new information.

Could I be? And if I was, how did Nancy know and I didn't?

"Y/N?"

I jumped at the sudden voice. When I turned to see who it was, I saw Steve looking at me with worry.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Were you hurt?"

"No," I stuttered. "I'm fine. Just. . . Scared."

"Hey," he said, his voice dropping as he grabbed my hand. "You know I will do whatever it takes to protect you, right? No matter what."

That's why I love you.

"That's why you're my best friend," I said instead.

Steve looked at me in a way that made me feel happy, giddy, and nervous all at the same time. I looked away from him, my eyes landing on the makeshift bandage. I reached over to move it aside so I could get a look at his wound. I couldn't help but cringe when I saw it.

"Hey," he said, sounding a little shaky. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" I asked as I gently and carefully undid his bandage. I started rewrapping it tighter. I froze when he groaned.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. I got on my knees to readjust the bandage. I barely touched him before he groaned again.

"I'm so sorry, Steve," I gasped. "I'm trying to. . ."

"It's not you," he said, shakily. He looked down at me as I looked up at him. My stomach flipped when he bit his bottom lip and groaned again.

"It is you," Steve said like it was hard to get out.

"What?" I panicked as I stood up.

The second I was standing, Steve grabbed my face and pushed me against a nearby tree. I gasped when he leaned down, practically smashing his lips onto mine. When the shock wore off, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back. As soon as I started kissing him back, Steve deepened the kiss by pushing himself against me. That was when I felt his boner against my leg.

Suddenly it all made sense.

Steve broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. I leaned my head against the tree and turned to give him better access.

"Your groans," I moaned. I tried to finish my thought but I got distracted by what Steve was doing to my neck.

"They weren't out of pain," he moaned against my neck. He pulled away and looked into my eyes as we both breathed heavily. "They were because I was trying to hide how fucking turned on I was by what you were doing to me. Don't ever stop touching me, Y/N. Never."

I grabbed his face and brought his lips roughly back to mine. We let out matching moans as we started moving our lips messily in sync. As we got lost in the kiss, I slid my hands down Steve's body. I didn't stop until I got to his ass. I squeezed signally him to pick me up. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Fuck," he moaned against my lips as he lowered me a little so my hips were pressed directly to his.

"Oh Steve," I gasped as he pushed himself further against me. I let out a small whine as he broke the kiss and slowly put me down.

As soon as I was back on my feet, Steve pressed his lips back to mine. As we kissed, his hands roamed my body. I moaned, biting his bottom lip when his hand found my breast.

"Fucking hell, Steve," I moaned as he started massaging my breast.

"Damn, baby," he groaned. He broke the kiss again and leaned his forehead against mine. "I've been dying to hear you moan my name. Do it again."

"Anything for you, Steve," I moaned. I grabbed his face, bringing his lips back to mine. Our lips instantly started moving in sync as his hand continued to massage my breast. With every squeeze, I felt his boner get harder against my thigh.

I broke the kiss and looked deeply into his eyes. I've never had a guy look at me with so much lust in his eyes. I breathed heavily as he reached up with his other hand and grabbed my other breast. He looked down and watched his hands massage me.

"I want you," he groaned, giving me goosebumps. My heart jumped into my throat when he slowly looked back up at me. "So bad, baby."

"I'm all yours, Steve."

He was about to lean in and reattach our lips but the others called out to us.

"Steve? Y/N? Where are you guys?" Robin yelled.

"We're fine," Steve responded. He sounded a lot more normal than I felt. He took a step back and turned right as the others ran over to us. My mind was going crazy as I could still feel his hands roaming my body.

"Steve's bandage came undone," I explained, my entire body still on fire. "I was retying it."

"Are we doing this or not?" Eddie sighed.

"How much longer, Nancy?" Robin asked.

"We're almost there," Nancy said.

I let out a sigh of relief as Eddie, Nancy, and Robin started walking away, no sign of them knowing what they interrupted. I was about to follow them but Steve pulled on my hand, bringing me back into his chest, and instantly pressing his lips to mine. This one was a lot softer than the ones we shared in our previous secret make-out session. He broke the kiss and kept his face close to mine.

"I love you," he whispered. "I've been in love with you for a very long time and it's been driving me crazy to keep it a secret. I shouldn't have been such a coward. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"I should've told you sooner," I said under my breath.

"Told me what?" He smirked.

"That I've been in love with you for a very long time and it's been driving me crazy to keep it a secret."

Instead of responding, Steve pressed his lips back to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist. We broke apart when we heard someone clear their throat. We looked over to see Eddie smirking at us.

"I knew it," he chuckled. "Well, when you lovebirds are done, we have a psychotic freak to go confront."

"Yeah, we know," Steve said, holding in his laughter. I looked away, hiding my blush as Eddie left. Steve grabbed my chin and made me look back at him.

"We should probably go," I stuttered.

"Yep," he laughed. "I've got a psychotic freak to protect you from."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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When Snow Falls

Matthias Helvar x reader

Summary: Caught outside during a snowstorm, you're thankful your fjerdan neighbor comes to your rescue.

Authors note: This is my contribution to the TFC challenge. Us girlies on the Thirsty for Cox discord thought it would be a fun idea. Masterlist to all the stories will be linked here, once it's out.

Also, you can't tell me Matthias Helvar isn't either a virgin or very inexperienced. Look at how he acts around Nina in Shadow and Bone. This is the hill I die on. But maybe I'll change that 😜

Warnings: pining... so much pining its disgusting. Fluff, some fjerdan language (everything should be translated). Kissing, SMUT! 18+. The softest sex (unprotected) I've ever written. I'm so sorry, but they're in love.

Hajefetla means Songbird

Part 1 -

It didn’t take long before the leaves fall from the trees and the winds started getting colder. Winter was coming and while others might hate this time of year, this was one of the reasons you moved here. You had always loved the snow and knew Maine had some cold, snowy winters and you just couldn’t wait to be curled up in a blanket next to the fire, looking out over the snow-covered forest.

A week later you got your wish. The first day of snow fall was an absolute dream. Röed was running around, trying to catch the falling snow while you just stood there on the porch, watching quietly as the warm colors of autumn gave away for winter. In no time at all, a white blanket covered the forest. Almost like the forest was getting a clean slate.

The daily trips through the forest were getting harder, but you still did them. Mostly because Matthias often was waiting with some hot chocolate or mulled wine, if you made the journey to his house. The two of you had gotten friendlier. Matthias was still shy at times, but slowly he opened up and told you more of his home and past. He hadn’t lived an easy life, so you were glad he had found some peace here in the wilderness.

And so had you. Never felt more at home, like you’d finally found your place. You had also found inspiration again, the words flowing out onto the pages. A certain encounter had ignited the light within you and you already had several chapters of your newest novel ready. Some day you would have to thank Matthias for the inspiration.

Pushing away from the desk, you need a break after a long day writing. Röed nudges your hand, whining softly. You know she wants to go out, but the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Arguing with her on how it’s gonna be a short trip, you put on your coat and boots, nearly getting knocked over by the wind when you open the door. Before you can stop her, Röed runs off into the woods.

“Röed, stop!” You try, but she doesn’t listen. Running after her, you hope you catch her before she gets to far. The forecast had called for a storm and you did not want to get stuck out here. Soon you loose your orientation, seeing nothing but white and trees.

“Röed! Come here girl!” You shout, barely audible over the strong wind. The cold is seeping through your clothes, making you shiver. Limbs start to go numb, and you can barely move your fingers, trying your best to shield them from the cold. “Where are you?! RÖED!”

You fight through the thick dunes of snow, feeling like you hardly move as the winds keep knocking you back. Everything is white and you can’t see where you are anymore. Slowly you start to panic, imagining the worst. What if you don’t find your way home? What if you get lost? Fuck. What if you freeze to death?

“HAJEFETLA!! Over here!” You hear a voice in the distance, distorted by the heavy winds. Looking around, you see nothing besides snow and trees. “Matthias?!”

“Come on, we need to get out of the storm!” He shouts, taking your hand in his as he guides you through the storm.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you and without thinking you scream. “Calm down, min hajefetla.” Matthias says softly, turning you around to face him. Relived to be saved, you lunch forward, throwing your arms around him.

“But Röed… I need to find her!” You sob, the exhausting and cold starting to break you down. Matthias stops when he hears the distress in your voice, pulling his coat off before wrapping it around you.

“She’s already in my cabin. That’s why I came looking for you.” His words are soft, laced with concern for you. You tug at the coat, realizing he must be freezing. But before you can take it off, he stops you with a smile. “I’m Fjerdan. I’ve been through worse.”

Outside, the snow keeps falling, the dunes growing at a rapid speed. It wont take long before the house is covered and you won’t be able to leave. With a gentle tap on your shoulder, you look up to find a hot cup of tea and as you take it, Matthias sits down beside you, looking out through the window.

Stumbling through the front door, you are instantly hit by the warmth of his cabin. Röed and Trassel greets you both as you shed the cold and wet layers. You mutter a curse under your breath and Röed knows she’s in bad standing, hiding her muzzle in Trassel’s side. In a matter of seconds, you’re placed in front of the fire with a blanket, while Matthias is warming some water.

He keeps looking at you, making sure you’re okay. The kind gesture makes you smile, the butterflies in your stomach you're always feeling in his presence, suddenly feeling like an entire swarm.

“What?” you grin, hating the way the sound of Matthias speaking his native tongue makes your body tingle. He smiles softly, cheeks turning pink as he leans in a little closer. “It means ‘Welcome and wait out the storm’. Since we’re stuck, I might as well teach you some Fjerdan.”

“Looks like you have to stay. I won’t let you out in that storm again.” You just nod, silently agreeing. Matthias takes some of the blanket, before he holds up the cup in a cheer. “Jormanen end denam danne näskelle.”

The hours go by as the snow grows higher. It’s lucky Matthias was used to weather like this from home, so he had already stuck up on food, beverages and enough firewood for a day or two. You silently thank Röed for running off, cause if you’d been stuck at home, you would probably have freezed to death or starved. Not much of a survivalist, you’re very thankful you have Matthias. Especially now, as he turns out to be quite good company. With most of the shyness gone, you’ve talked nonstop since you came.

“So… ‘Dja jarmin ness’? is that right?” You try and by Matthias’ soft giggle, you realize you’re way off. Punching his shoulder playfully, you feign being hurt. “Well, tell me then.”

Still giggling, Matthias stops the chopping and look at you. Trying to compose himself. “Dje janin ess.” He speaks softly looking deep into your eyes. You swallow hard, fighting hard to resist him. How easily it would be to just lean in, feel his soft lips against your own. But you look away, fingers fidgeting with a loose sting in your jeans.

“What does it mean?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper as you look up at him again. His sky blue eyes find yours and for a second you forget how to breathe. Somehow, you always forget just how beautiful he is. He leans in close and all you can focus on is how desperately you want to kiss him.

“It’s a swear word.” He grins as he pulls back, resuming his chopping. Letting go of the breath you didn’t even knew you were holding, you feel embarrassed at how you expected something else, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire.

“Don’t you guys have any sweet words or sayings? You’ve only taught me oaths and swear words.” You huff out, trying to hide how flustered you are under a cover of annoyance. Matthias just smiles, dropping all the vegetables into the soup, before he leans against the counter with his arms crossed across his chest.

“I was a Drüskelle. We live hard lives. We are not soft men.” He looks to the floor, the memories of his past coming back, making you not quite believe the last statement. From what you’ve seen, Matthias did seem softer than most, kind. He sighs, before turning back to the pot. “We don’t talk much.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” You counter, causing him to smile wide. “Still… What would you say to a woman you love?”

He is silent for a while, stirring the soup. You fear the question was too much, ready to apologize when he speaks. “I would call her ‘min hjerte’. It means ‘My heart’ or...” He pauses, barely able to meet your eyes. “‘Min hajefetla’.” With the last words, he looks deep into your eyes.

“But… But that’s what you call me.” You breathe out.

“Yes.” His voice is low, like he’s afraid to speak the words. They hang between you like an unspoken prayer, a soft plea for you to head. After all this time, was he feeling the same way you did? You reach out, about to take his hand when your phone rings, startling you both. Frustrated, you take the call and jump of the counter.

“Mom, I’m fine.” You say, sending Matthias an apologetic look. “No, of course I’m not outside in the storm. I’m with Matthias and-” You pause, interrupted by your mother. Cheeks slowly turning pink, you look to Matthias before walking away. “It’s my neighbor. Look mom, I’ll call you later.”

You hang up, muttering an apology to Matthias, before returning the phone to your pocket. He stirs the pot, the moment from before gone. You set the table and most of the meal is in silence. You talk some, but the tension in the room is hard to ignore.

After you’ve cleaned the dishes, whipping them in silence beside Matthias, he takes the towel from your hand and look at you with a heartbreakingly sweet smile. “I have an idea, if… If you want to help me?”

30 minutes later you look at your little masterpiece. In the living room, on the floor in front of the fireplace, were now a makeshift bed. Lots of pillows, blankets and mattresses, making sure it would be very comfortable. The winds were picking up and every other room was cold, so Matthias had suggested making a bed here. You agreed, not because of the logic of it, but because deep down you had a small glimmer of hope that the moment in the kitchen weren’t completely lost.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both comfortable there, enjoying the warmth of the fire while watching the tv. Christmas movie marathon. You couldn’t wait for Christmas, always loved this time of year. Your family was coming in a week, staying over the holidays and you couldn’t wait to show them how beautiful this place was.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” You ask before you can stop yourself. Matthias just huffs, looking at the tv as he picks another piece of candy from the bowl. “I’m gonna sit here alone.”

You could kick yourself. You knew his family was killed when he was younger, which was why he had joined the Drüskelle. He had left his whole life behind and probably didn’t have anyone besides you, Röed and Trassel.

“Would-” You pause, trying to muster up the courage, afraid he’ll say no. ”Would you wanna spend Christmas with us?”

When he doesn’t answer right away, you mentally kick yourself, afraid you overstepped. But then he takes your hand in his, giving it the lightest squeeze. “You… You really want me to spend Christmas with your family?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want you to sit alone.” You say softly, turning towards him and look into his eyes. You cup his cheek, fingers trembling slightly. Here goes nothing. “But mostly I wanna spend Christmas with you… If you want?”

In an instant, his lips are on yours, the kiss soft and warm. It’s delicate yet still sends shivers down your spine. One hand is still holding yours, the other resting gently on your thigh. The kiss is short, but till the best kiss of your life.

“I do want that. But wouldn’t your family think it’s weird?” He asks, face flustered as he looks into your eyes, his full of glee. You match the grin on his face, already knowing that from now on you’ll do whatever you can to keep that smile on his face.

“Definitely not. My mom’s been pestering me about finding a man, so she would love it if you were there.”

“Oh, so I’m your man now?” He chuckles, playfully tickling your sides. You try to push him away, to no avail since he’s huge and built of pure muscle. He continues his onslaught, grinning at the sound of your giggles. When he finally listens to your pleas to stop, you find your self on your back, Matthias' wide frame over you. His leg is slotted between yours, his thigh rubbing dangerously close to your clothed core.

There’s a softness in his eyes as he looks at you, like you hung the stars from the sky. He leans on one elbow, his free hand brushing away a stray hair before he runs his thumb along your jaw. “Min hajefetla.”

His lips claim yours again, this time the kiss is more passionate. His wide frame cage you in under him, pressing you softly into the mattress under you as he deepens the kiss. Overwhelmed by desire for him, unable to hold back any longer, you pull him closer. One hand on his back, feeling his muscles dance under your fingers, the other entangling in his hair.

Moans fill the air as he presses closer, his hips now fully slotted between your thigs. His desire is palpable, his hard length pressing against your already wet core. But suddenly, he pulls away, breathing hard as he tries to compose himself.

“Is something wrong? If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” You say honestly, but still hoping he just needs to breathe. You’re already soaked for him, never wanted anyone like you crave him in this moment.

“It’s been a long time.” He confesses, a soft tremble to his voice. “And… There’s only been one… before.” He looks away, face red with embarrassment. He might think it’s humiliating, but it’s far from it. Only makes you like Matthias more, proving that he is just the sensitive soul you thought he was.

“It’s okay. We can take our time.” You plant a soft kiss on his cheek, before claiming his lips gently. His kiss is still hesitant, but slowly it grows deeper, his tongue eagerly dancing over yours. Prepared to not go further, you’re surprised when Matthias breaks away to pull his sweater off. With idle fingers, he pull at the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head. The rest of your clothes soon follows.

It’s not wild and hard, but soft and passionate. Taking your time, your hands explore his body, storing every inch of him to your memory. Hardly any sound is uttered, only soft moans now and then. Although you ache to feel him, you revel in this. You simply just want to be in his arms, feeling him close. You kiss again and again, as if you have all the time in the world.

You feel his hard cock rub against your wet slit, begging for entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, kissing him deeper as he pushes in. Gasping, you feel how every inch stretches you open as he thrust in slowly. He moans your name, kissing you neck. It’s achingly slow, but it feels like heaven. Every thrust of his hips sends bolts of pleasure through you, making you quiver under him. it’s sweet and sensual, just what you both had needed for so long.

You look into Matthias’ glistening eyes, a look of pure devotion on his unguarded face as he hits that sweet spot inside you, feeling the way you clench around him. Your bodies move together in a slow, desperate rhythm. You whisper Matthias name, falling from your lips in a quiet chant. Both your bodies screaming with pleasure, every inch of your skin prickling with bliss.

As the day grows darker and the snow covers the cabin, you and Matthias are lost to the world, knowing nothing but each other and pure bliss. The storm silenced for a moment, only the beathing of your hearts filling the air. It wasn’t so bad, after all, to be snowed in.

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tanglepelt · 11 months

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Are we to blame?

AO3

After a reveal, Maddie reflects on everything.

Was it their fault?

Was Phantom because of them?

Were they to blame?

Ever since the reveal. Since they found out their son was Phantom that’s been on her mind.

Did they cause it?

It’s a simple matter of fact. That ghosts are dead. They don’t need to breathe and don’t have heartbeats. They don’t need to hold a physical form. Ghosts were something unknown. Nothing like what their biased research suggests, a whole new species.

Ghosts weren’t alive, at least not in the human sense. Ghosts had to be dead.

Yet phantom… Danny wasn’t dead. Danny was still a human, heartbeat and all.

For Danny to be half ghost and he has to be. Even if hasn’t said that out loud. The transformation turns him into a ghost. Same abilities to fly, the ecto blast, and all the standard powers. There was no doubt about it. Phantom was a ghost, and Danny was human. Yet both are the same person. Even the anti-ecto weapons hurt Phantom.

The weapons...

The guns, lasers, and traps. Their house was designed to keep ghosts out. The security system going off. All of it, it was intended to prevent or capture ghosts. The house was designed to hurt him.

How often had they gone after their son?

How many injuries did they cause?

How many of the bruises, injuries, and nights lacking sleep were their fault? How much was there blame? Going after Phantom over and over. The hunt was never-ending, taking every opportunity they had to hunt him. Going to Casper high, chasing him in the GAV, and the words they didn’t speak.

She shouldn’t have shot first.

They were to blame for never asking questions. Assuming the worse of an entire species, completely forgetting there are two sides to a story. They continually mocked Phantom, and threatened him.

Always screaming about ripping Phantom apart. Tearing him apart molecule by molecule. Hinting him. They hunted their son. Hunted their half-dead son.

When could he have died? How did it happen?

Maddie knew that logically his death happened around when the ghost first appeared. When the portal first opened.

They still didn’t know what caused the portal to suddenly work. Nothing had changed. Nothing new they did. Something and have shifted or changed. A portal wouldn’t just start working out of nowhere, the calculations had been correct. It was the portal structure itself that didn’t work. Neither she nor Jack had touched the portal before it lit up. Things don’t start working without a change.

Around the time the portal began to let beings through was when Danny’s behavior changed.

Phantom showed up at the same time. He had to have died somewhere in that timeframe. He was already turning into Phantom within the first week of the portal being open. The start of the madness they created. They brought the ghosts into the human realm.

All the signs something was wrong had been there. Ignored by the thrill of the portal finally working.

They saw the changes.

How he was always out past curfew, his grades dropped, and how exhausted he always was. Those should have been red flags. They should have investigated it more. They were scientists the evidence had been tight in front of them.

Why didn’t they piece it together?

They must have been too distracted. Every event seemed to revolve around ghosts, even the ones that were meant to be ghost free. When Jack and Danny went fishing only for a ghost attack. While she was home with jazz it wasn’t peaceful. They had to deal with a ghost girls’ night out on the town.

When she tried to take Danny on a trip it ended up with them stuck in the woods, being hunted by ghost animals. When Danny started freaking out seeing things that weren’t there, Jazzs forced vacation. Danny had been freaking out that whole time. The ghost shield looking for anti-ghost weapons. Danny had been acting like a madman claiming ghosts were around. Maddie would bet there had to have been.

Danny wouldn’t have lied like that.

There had to have been a ghost. That paranoia of what he was seeing, a ghost had invaded that trip. Time after time it was all ghosts. Jack fished them out of the portal, his willy-nilly lab safety.

Jack just opened that portal whenever he pleased, letting things in and out at allay every day. Even before the portal was working its all they could think about. Their lack of precautions is so obvious now. Keeping ectoplasm in the fridge, bringing food to life. There aren’t any locks on their lab equipment. No safety locks, really the only warning system they have is for the filter and a ghost alarm.

The weapons are all laid out, and easily accessible. They even have a dungeon and that’s not secure. Anyone could get into it. They could lecture about safety all day but don't actively enforce it. There was no safety in this house.

They were lucky nothing happened when the kids were young.

Without Danny telling them what happened she couldn’t say nothing happened. The portal suddenly working right around when he got powers didn’t suggest anything good. For now, all they could do is move on and do better.

One day she may get her answers.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #maddie fenton #dannymay2023 #day 25 #blame #maddie and jack accept danny in this #shocking #fanfic #phanfic

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I See Us

Hello! Thank you for encouraging me to write a follow-up to I See You so that I might atone for the sin of putting you Through It when it comes to dealing with younger Din. He was an idiot back then, and I stand by that.

If you haven't read Part 1, I would do that.

I See Us

Din Djarin x f!reader ; 3.8k words - I'm just throwing it out there

Warnings: more angst, but I promise it gets better. Takes place after The Book of Boba Fett, so general spoilers for that I suppose. The helmet comes off, my dears. PinV sex, some talk of cum, all the smooches, cursing Star Wars style, a brief cameo from a special guest. Let me know if I forgot something, it's late.

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“Alright, kid. We’re going on a little trip to see an old friend. Well, she isn’t so much a friend as…something else. I don’t know what. I need you to behave, maybe she won’t be so mad if she sees an adorable little womp rat with me.”

Grogu coos at his dad, babbling encouragement. Din fusses with the child’s clothing, making sure his collar is arranged just so.

“Time to see if we can make it right with her.”

You’ve found a lot of peace in the handful of years since the Mandalorian left you. You are an excellent gardener and skilled trapper, and trade with the locals several kilometers away for everything else you need twice a year. Your previous life was anything but tranquil, so to exist in your own little corner of the galaxy undisturbed was a dream.

You stopped thinking about him a long time ago.

Alright, that’s a lie. You stopped waiting for him to come back a long time ago and buried the hurt that he left in his wake deep under the surface.

You still think about him from time to time, much to your chagrin. You think about the way the galaxy has pushed your lives together twice now before pulling you apart, and you scarcely allow yourself to wonder if it will push you together again. Kriff, you don’t even know where he is or if he’s alive. He’s a bounty hunter, they don’t usually last too long in the cold, hard reality of the universe.

What hurts worse, to think that he’s dead or to believe that he just chose not to come back to you?

These thoughts invade your mind as you sweep your front stoop, fighting a losing battle against the leaves that are turning brown and falling from the trees that surround your house. They’re a reminder that another cold season is coming, and you need to finish getting ready.

Off in the distance, you hear the loud mechanical whooshing of a very fast ship. It screams to a stop and quickly descends into the small clearing, just past the tall trees. You drop your broom and dash into your house, emerging quickly with your blaster rifle. You hear twigs breaking in the woods ahead and raise the rifle. Through the scope, you start to make out a form.

A very shiny form.

The tall man clears the treeline and upon seeing a blaster rifle trained on him, spins his bag around to his back and puts his hands up.

“Don’t shoot. It’s me.”

You drop the rifle to your side in shock. It feels like every muscle in your body is frozen, and your lungs can’t possibly pull in enough oxygen to stay conscious. You’d recognize that voice in a cacophony of a thousand voices. It’s him. It’s kriffing him.

You’re speechless, years of words getting jumbled up and stuck in your throat. You try to remind yourself that you can breathe, that you can feel the ground beneath your feet, and that your eyes are not playing a cruel trick. You know this because the shiny beskar man is slowly walking towards you, hands still raised towards the heavens.

He stops about five yards from you and lets his hands drop to his sides, confident that you’re probably not going to shoot him at this moment.

He shouldn’t be so sure. You don’t know what you’re feeling, and you’re not convinced that violence is off the table just yet.

“Hi,” he offers lamely.

You clear your throat, determined to find your words. The blood that felt like it ran cold when you saw him suddenly boils in your veins. “All this time apart and this is all you have to say? Hi? Hi, Mando,” you say sarcastically. Anger drips from your voice, and you hope he doesn’t notice the pain that ripples through your words and makes tears prick in the corners of your eyes. You don’t wait for another monosyllabic utterance from him, turning on your heel and storming into your house.

The reverberation of the door slamming seems to knock the tears free, those hot tears of anger, pain, and disbelief. You don’t even bother to wipe them from your cheeks as you curl up in your comfy chair in the corner of the den, right by the fireplace. The fireplace where he touched you for the first time and held you as though you mattered to him.

No. You shake the image from your head. You can’t do that right now.

You hear the creaking of the door and the soft footsteps of a very hesitant Mandalorian. He stands just a few feet from you, close enough that you can hear his shallow breaths through his helmet. Close enough that you can smell that familiar smell that lingered on your pillows and in your heart for weeks.

He’s silent, somehow more stoic than ever.

Fine. You’ll talk.

“What are you doing here, Mando? Come to hide out again and then slink out in the middle of the night when you’re done with me?”

He just stares at you, the faceless stare that right now makes you want to scream.

“Listen, you came to me, Mando. You’d better start saying something, and fast. Say something. Anything!” you demand, your voice getting louder with each word. You’re so angry and devastatingly hurt that you don’t know what to feel. The first time he left, he was just your friend that had helped you out of a bad situation. When he left you the second time, he was so much more. A ghost that had left indelible marks on your heart.

“You know my name,” he says simply.

You hang your head. “Dank farrik, Din. What do you want from me?” You bury your face in your hands and will yourself to wake up from whatever nightmare this is.

Din walks over and takes a knee in front of you, bracing his hands on either side of the chair but very careful not to crowd you. You look up at him, red-rimmed eyes still brimming with tears.

“I need to make amends,” he says softly. “I hurt you, and it’s been killing me. I’m so sorry.” His voice aches and you think for a moment he could actually mean what he says. He never apologized back when you met him, opting instead to simply shrug his shoulders and move on. The only time he’s ever said I’m sorry was in the note he left for you, ages ago.

Your knee-jerk reaction is to reassure him that it’s fine, that you’re fine, and to sweep it under the rug and offer him a plate of food. That’s how you were raised. But you know you need to stand up for yourself, especially for the version of you that woke up alone in your bed that morning.

“What you did, Din? It’s not okay. I hear you, and I know I owe you my life. But you just left me. You left me. Didn’t I deserve a goodbye in the morning, at the very least?”

The tension between your bodies feels like it might snap like a rubber band, emotions pushed to the brink and crackling between you. Din tilts his head and you brace yourself for an excuse, but then -

“A-pa?” A little voice cuts through the silence. Din reaches around behind him and pulls a satchel to his front, making your mouth fall open with surprise. Big black eyes above a little toothy smile stare back at you.

“Who…is this?” you ask quizically, the tension slipping from your body. This cute little creature immediately makes your heart warm a tiny bit.

Din takes the child out of his little pouch and rests him against his knee. “This is my foundling. He’s been in my care for some time now. His name is Grogu,” he offers thoughtfully. You know what it means for him to share names, especially for someone who is very clearly so special. Your heart thaws just a tiny bit more. He’s trying.

You offer a finger to Grogu who grips it tightly with his little hand. A wave of reassurance washes over you, like the feeling of opening the window and feeling the spring breeze for the first time. He giggles, a tinkling little sound that only babies seem to be able to produce, and you smile back at him. Your tears dry immediately.

“Hi, Grogu,” you greet him, giving him your name in return. You look back at Din, still kneeling in front of you, and you take pity on him. “Go sit down on the couch before your knees give out on you. That left one was already bad years ago.”

You can see a subtle sigh, just a brief exhalation, before he sits down on the couch. Grogu wiggles out of his grasp, his face pulled together with concentration, before hopping down and toddling back over to your feet. He hugs your leg and looks up at you, making little gurgling noises that are clearly a request to be held. You check with Din, who gives you a single nod, before picking Grogu up. The little squeals of joy as you bounce him up and down in your lap make you grin.

“He likes you,” Din observes, and he’s grateful that you can’t see his facial expressions under the helmet. It makes his heart want to explode out of his chest, watching the scene before him.

“He’s a sweet little thing,” you murmur. You consider your next words very carefully. Din, to his credit, can tell that you need a moment to think now that emotions are not running so high. You clear your throat. “So why are you here, hm?”

“A lot has happened since I last saw you, and more is about to happen. I felt like this was my chance to come see you and see if…” his voice trails off.

“See if what?”

“See if you would forgive me.”

You sigh. How do you even begin to process everything that’s going on in your head? Your emotions are still swirling around in your mind and your heart, even though you feel better with the baby in your hands. It’s a funny sort of feeling when the past comes back to haunt you, especially when it’s a part of you that you thought was dead and buried long ago. As you think about where to begin untangling the web, Grogu nuzzles up against you and settles in your arms. His eyes close and he’s asleep in an instant, little snores escaping his lips. You hold him in your arms, heart feeling inexplicably full.

“I need you to actually tell me what the kriff happened. From the beginning,” you say firmly but gently.

Din doesn’t settle into the couch or even relax his shoulders. From his stiff perch, he begins. Long pauses stretch between his words. “After that mess with Ran, I wasn’t…that wasn’t me. I think it was who I was supposed to be, who I was raised to be. You were kind to me and I didn’t deserve it. You let me…be with you. And I didn’t deserve it. I spent the whole night thinking about how you deserved someone who was as good as you are. I’m not…I wasn’t good.”

His pause draws on so long that you wonder if he’s done speaking entirely. But you let the silence breathe between the two of you, not pressing him. Just waiting.

He finally continues. “I didn’t know how to be that man for you, and I fell into the routine. Bounties, credits. Flying the galaxy looking for the next Guild job. It wasn’t until him,” he motions to Grogu with his head, “that I think I finally realized what I was supposed to be. He made me…good.”

You feel on the verge of tears again, not for yourself but because of the rawness of Din’s words. Your broken Mandalorian who you imagined over the years to be a ruthless, heartless scoundrel is actually none of those things. Except for maybe one part.

Your Mandalorian, you realize. He’s still yours, after all this time.

“Oh, Din,” you breathe out with a sad sigh, “What happened to you out there?”

“Too much,” he replies sadly. “I can tell you more, but let’s get one thing straight before anything else is said.”

You look at him quizzically, prepared for the worst.

“You said that you owe me. For saving your life. That is a debt I would never come to collect. Besides, you’ve already paid it back ten-fold. You don’t owe me anything,” he declares in a strong, steady voice. “I owe you more than you know.”

Grogu stirs in his sleep, little brows furled. “Will he be alright if I put him in my bed? I’ll put lots of blankets and pillows around him, he won’t fall,” you assure Din. He nods again, his gaze following you as you walk Grogu into the next room, muttering reassurances to the child in your arms. When you return, Din is standing in the middle of the living room.

You stop in your tracks. Panic immediately settles deep in your bones. “You’re leaving again.”

“What? No,” he reassures you quickly. “Can you…can you come here?”

He holds out his hand to you, no gloves in sight, and you take the three steps towards him with only a moment’s hesitation. You slip your hand in his and he pulls you in towards him. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles before slipping his hand from yours.

“I need you to see something,” he says in a quiet voice, like the most serious secret shared between friends.

He curls his hands around the chin of his helmet, and lifts up.

Time stands still as you watch with wide eyes the slow progression of Din revealing himself to you. You feel like you should cover your eyes or wrench them tightly closed, almost like your eyes are straying too close to a bright sun. But Din wants you to see him, you remind yourself.

He doesn’t say anything as he sets his helmet down gently on the little table next to the couch, before turning to face you. He doesn’t look away, deeply opaque chocolate brown eyes locking with your own. He’s obscenely handsome, and maybe if he had grown up with his face exposed to the galaxy he would have become vain.

But he’s not. He’s just Din, vulnerable before you.

You take his hand in yours again, giving it a little squeeze of reassurance. “Why?” you wonder, no other words necessary. Why this? Why you? Why now?

“I broke my Creed, for the kid. We had to say goodbye for a while, but he is my family and I thought he deserved to see. Watching you hold him, thinking about everything…I think you are just as important. You’re my family too,” his eyes shine with tears that he won’t let fall.

You lift a hand to his cheek, letting your fingers rest against his skin so lightly he barely feels it. His eyes slip closed as he leans into your touch, letting the tension fall out of his shoulders. It’s the first real indication of relaxation that he’s displayed since he walked back into your life. You stand there in silence as one moment rolls into another, the years of separation bleeding away.

His eyes open, and he only sees you smiling softly back at him. You drop your hand from his cheek, but keep a tight grip on his other hand at your sides. “Hi, Din,” you say, mirroring your greeting from earlier. This time there isn’t a drop of sarcasm or anger.

“Hi,” he says softly. “It’s…nice to look at you without the helmet in the way.”

You tilt your head and smile. “It’s nice to look at you without the helmet in the way, too. Although I could always see you, Din. Helmet or not.”

His jaw clenches. “That’s part of why I left. I thought you would see me for who I really was.”

“I do see you for who you are,” you tell him. You open your mouth to say something else, but you’re cut off by the swift press of his mouth against yours. It’s gentle at first, his soft lips ghosting against yours. You pull away, just a little bit, but he chases you and kisses you more deeply. It’s a little clumsy and passionate, years of build-up leading to a moment you never thought you would have with him.

His free hand rests on the small of your back, keeping you flush against him. It’s overwhelming with how tender he is being with you, handling you as though you might slip from him at any moment.

Your hand fits in his like you were made for each other; two pieces of a puzzle sliding together.

After moments stretch into beautiful minutes, tongues exploring and swallowing each other’s moans, you break apart. Panting slightly, he rests his forehead against yours. You get the strangest feeling of déjà vu, a brief flash of a memory you didn’t know you possessed of his cold helmet pressing against your forehead the morning he left.

“Can I…can I have you? Please?” he begs you in a ragged voice.

You want him so badly that your body feels like it hums in reponse to his question, however you hesitate. “Not if you’re going to leave me again,” you confess, heart on full display. You need to know that if he chooses you in this moment, he is choosing you after this moment too.

He runs the back of knuckles along your jaw before capturing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t want to leave you. I want you to come with me.”

Your brain swirls with questions that you just can’t process. You close your eyes and shake them out of your head. “Just kiss me again, Din. We can figure out the details later.”

Din kisses you with wild abandon, enveloping you in his embrace and his kiss and his scent. He is everywhere, invading every sense that you possess. Clothes are quickly shed and he has the good sense to pull a quilt from the couch to throw on the floor before lowering you down underneath him. Your back will wish that you hadn’t put Grogu in your bed when the morning rolls around, but for now you couldn’t care less if you tried.

His mouth is on you again, on every inch of skin that he can reach, hungerly making up for a decade of kisses he’s wanted to give you. He trails down your neck, across your sternum where captures one of your breasts in his mouth. You arch into him, nails dragging across his back and leaving red marks in their wake. As he moves across your body you hear him whisper apologies and promises into your skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“I won’t ever leave you.”

“I belong with you.”

After minutes of his explorations, you pull him back up to you. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with lust and the overwhelming sensation of being able to use his mouth like this. Holding his gorgeous face between your hands, you echo his words back:

“I belong with you. Din, I forgive you. I forgive you.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and stills. You hold him to you, content in the way his weight rests on your body. In this instant, you realize that you really would go anywhere with him because…you need each other. After all these years alone, you didn’t think you would ever need anyone. You were happy living like this, after the pain of Din leaving had faded.

But here, breathing in and out with him, it all becomes clear.

Two puzzle pieces sliding together.

“I love you,” you whisper into his ear.

“I love you,” he whispers against your skin. “I need…I need to be inside of you. Do you want my fingers first?”

“No, please, just…inside. Now, please, please,” you babble as he lines himself up at your entrance and eases in. You watch his face contort with pleasure, relishing every second that you get to see his reaction. He’s tender with you, taking as much care as he can since he didn’t prepare you to take his cock like he normally would like to.

Gods, he just needs to be in you. As deep as possible.

When he’s fully seated inside of you, moans escape both of your lips. “Dank farrik, you’re so big. So deep, baby. Move, move. Move,” you beg with desperatation in your voice. Din draws out of you, just enough so slam back into you once, twice, threw times. Your pussy clenches around him and he stutters.

“T-this will be over before it begins if you do that again,” he warns you, and you smile at him.

“You just feel so kriffing - oof - good, Din,” you shudder at how good it feels when he snaps his hips against yours. He coos praise at you throughout, telling you how good you’re taking him and how long he’s thought about doing this with you again.

When he tells you to rub your clit until you come for him, you eagerly obey. As you flutter around him, he asks where he should come. “Inside,” you cry out. He eagerly obeys.

After he cleans you both up, you lie together in front of the fireplace, quilt draped over you. You happily use his chest as a pillow, throwing one leg over his. He can’t stop pressing his lips to your hairline, addicted to the feeling of his lips on you. After some time spent in comfortable silence, you turn to look at him.

“So, are you ready to tell me what’s next?” you ask him gently, no longer anxious about the answer.

He takes a deep breath. “I must seek redemption in the living waters beneath the mines of Mandalore. Atonement for breaking my Creed. There are…other things as well. I have responsibilities that I need to tend to. It might be a little dangerous.”

Your eyes flutter closed, soaking in the weight of his words. Of course it wouldn’t be easy - it never is with Din. “Do you want to leave your son with me?” you offer, trying to alleviate he stress he clearly feels.

“Absolutely not. I’m not leaving him, or you, behind. You both stay with me,” he declares. He clears his throat. “My family stays with me.”

“No leaving each other behind?” you ask.

“No leaving each other behind,” he confirms.

#so did I make it better???#i hope i did #maybe their story isn't over yet #din djarin x f! reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #post-tbobf #star wars #tag RB tomorrow #pedro pascal

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A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 7

Content Warnings: Adult language, violence, brief mention of animal death

Word Count: 1,750

Chapter 6, Chapter 8

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Sindri had set up two bedrooms inside his pantries while Brok and Atreus were out, the smaller pantry had one bed and the larger was able to fit two beds. The duo had just returned a few minutes ago, just as Sindri was finishing up. Sindri approached the table where you, Kratos and Atreus were sitting, he was slightly nervous that he couldn’t find a separate spot for everyone.

He cleared his throat slightly, “Uhm, so I set up two bedrooms, but-“ He was cut off by Atreus.

“Thanks, Sindri!” Atreus got up from the table and walked to the smaller bedroom and closed the door behind him.

“You’re welcome..!” he called to the teenager.

He then nervously turned back to Kratos, wringing his hands together. “See, I don’t have much room, so… it looks like you two are sharing!” he tried to make it sound exciting.

Kratos grumbled, looking right at Sindri. This caused the dwarf to retreat up the stairs to his bedroom, at least Kratos couldn’t follow him up there.

“Well…” you started, “Hopefully we could fix the protection stave soon and we can all go back to our homes.” You attempted to cheer up Kratos.

You only got a grunt in reply, but it didn’t sound angry.

“I was thinking of getting a few things from my home.” You turned your head to watch Kratos’ expression, “I could use some help bringing things back.”

You had started to notice your body beginning to stink from all the sweating you’ve done that day. You had soap made from herbs and goats milk at your house you were yearning for. It also wouldn’t hurt to bring over some healing herbs, and you were missing Rana.

Kratos nodded his head and stood up, Atreus had been rubbing off on him in terms of helping people the last few years, and he could use some time away from the dwarves. You smiled and stood up as well and walked to the front door and held it open for him.

“Uhm- Dinner will be ready within the hour!” Sindri called to both of you as he stirred a large pot.

Kratos ignored him and walked outside. He wasn’t used to others holding doors open for him, or thinking of him at all, honestly.

You gave a thumbs up to Sindri, “Got it! We’ll be back.” You promised, “Just getting a few personal items from my house.”

With that, you walked outside, slipped on your shoes, and followed Kratos into the mystic gateway.

You walked in silence next to Kratos, admiring your surroundings. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to how beautiful it was. A door suddenly appeared in front of you, startling you slightly, but you followed Kratos through the door. You definitely knew you were home when the harsh wind hit your skin, instantly making your nose and cheeks turn pink.

You sighed audibly, “Definitely don’t miss the weather…” you mumbled to yourself as you crossed your arms over your chest in an effort to stay warm as you began to trudge through the snow.

The woods were uncharacteristically quiet, but you were too distracted by the cold to care too much. Just a bit longer until you would be at your stone wall entrance. Kratos, on the other hand, was all too aware of the uneasy silence. It didn’t make sense. Where were all the monsters who had destroyed his protection ward?

He saw something move out of the corner of his eye, “Look out-“ he tried to warn you, but a draugr was inches away from you, with its sword stuck in your shoulder.

“Ow…” you halted and looked up at the monster in front of you.

You were more annoyed than anything at the moment. First the wind, and the freezing cold, the snow soaking into your shoes, and now you’ve been impaled. Before Kratos could come to your rescue, you had pushed the draugr back and was taking the sword out of your shoulder, grunting from the pain. Once the sword was out, you used it to stab the draugr in its chest, yelling in frustration and pain as you plunged the sword fully into it.

All Kratos could do was watch, kind of impressed with you. He had his axe in his hand, ready if anything else decided to jump out. He surprised by your ability to withstand pain and use the weapon that had injured you to kill your enemy.

“Fuck…” You muttered, putting your hand to your shoulder that was beginning to heal the puncture wound.

You caught sight the blood that had ruined your clothes, you weren’t good at sewing so you didn’t have many clothes to begin with. You let out a deep breath, willing your anger to exit your body through your lungs. If Kratos wasn’t here, you’d probably be screaming and repeatedly stabbing the already dead draugr to let your emotions out. For now you settled on taking a step forward, onto the draugr’s head and squashing it beneath your foot as you continued to walk the path ahead of you. It made you feel a little better. Kratos stepped over the corpse and continued to follow you.

“You handled that well.” He complimented you.

“Thanks.” You glanced back at Kratos as you spoke. His words made you feel better as well.

By now, any pain from your wound had dissipated as your body healed itself fully. You stopped in front of the wall you needed to cast a spell on to reveal your home, but something was wrong.There were cracks in the wall… this wasn’t right. Nothing is supposed to get through here.

“Something’s wrong.” You took a step back and looked at Kratos. “I’m afraid my home has also succumb to the monsters of the woods.”

Kratos got his axe out and took a step toward the wall to examine it. He charged up his axe, so it was coated in ice, he took a few steps back and threw his axe at the center of the crack. The impact shattered the wall, allowing you to see into your home. Everything was covered in snow, your hexes to protect all your animals and garden had been broken.

“Rana??” You called out as you walked toward your house.

Looking around, you could see that your farm animals had succumb to the elements, you were hoping your wolf had found shelter in your house or nearby. Your eyes were stinging and filling with tears as you walked up to the front door of your house. You felt as if you failed your animals. You brought them here to give them a better life, you would help them, and they would help you. You swung your front door open and saw a bundle of white fur huddled in the corner.

You ran toward it, “Rana!” You kneeled down next to the bundle of fur and a pair of ears perked up. Rana raised his head to meet your eyes and began to wag his tail and stand up. You dropped to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting some tears escape from your eyes. Rana licked the side of your face, which made you smile and let go of him.

“You’re such a good boy.” You told him as you pet his head.

A familiar yell echoed in your ears, you and Kratos had some company.

You stood up and walked over to your bed, grabbed your spear, and headed out the door. Your eyes were met with a swarm of draugr, hel-walkers, and two trolls.

“Rana, attack- but not Kratos.” You looked down to Rana, who was by your side. “Kratos is the human. He’s a friend… Okay, let’s go.” You instructed as you joined the fight, using your spear to stab a few draugr in the neck as Rana decapitated some hel-walkers.

Kratos noticed you had come outside to help and, of course, he noticed your spear. He watched you use your spear with grace and expertise, making a good dent in the draugr. He shoved the creeping feeling of his growing fondness for you down as far as he could and took the opportunity to focus on the trolls.

After probably an hour of fighting, Kratos had sliced the last draugr down the middle, his chest moving with a little more effort than normal. You, on the other hand, had a hand of your waist, your back hunched forward slightly, and your other hand other gripping onto your spear to keep you upright. Your chest was heaving, breathing hard from exhaustion. Kratos surveyed the area full of dead monsters, ensuring there were no more left alive as he walked toward you.

“We make a pretty good team, huh?” You lifted your head slightly and raised your hand to give Kratos a high-five.

Kratos stared at your hand, brows furrowed, unsure of what you were doing, or what you expected him to do.

You gave him a strange look as you stood up straighter and let your hand fall back to your side, “Do you not know what a high-five is?” You questioned him.

“A… high-five?” he questioned you right back, eyebrow cocked slightly.

Your jaw dropped at his ignorance. Who the hel didn’t know what a high-five is??

“Where are you from again?”

“Greece.”

“Oh…” That answered a few questions. “It’s like a celebratory version of a handshake.” You explained.

“Put your hand up.” You instructed and demonstrated with your own hand.

Kratos hesitantly followed your directions and raised his hand. You slowly gave him a high-five, resting your hand against his. You couldn’t help but notice how much larger his hands were compared to yours.

“Hmm.” Kratos thought this was very strange.

You lowered your hand, “It usually happens a lot faster though, like you see someone raise their hand up and you just go in and slap it.”

“Hmm…” Kratos repeated himself. You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at his confusion.

“Is something funny?” Kratos questioned you, fully serious.

“No.” You smiled at him, “You’re just…” Cute. You wanted to tell him he’s cute. “Intriguing.” You finished your sentence.

“Hmph.” The large man wasn’t completely buying it. “You should gather your belongings before more enemies arrive.” He advised, letting go of the previous conversation.

You nodded, agreeing with him and you walked into your house, holding the door open behind you so it didn’t close on Kratos. He grabbed the door and followed you inside, needing to duck slightly to clear the doorway.

#gow #gowr #god of war #god of war ragnorak #god of war fanfic #kratos #kratos x reader #kratos x gn reader #sindri #gow sindri #atreus #gow atreus #gow fanfic #god of war fanfiction

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aquietwritingcorner · 6 months

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It's Okay Just to Say I'm Not Okay

Title: It’s Okay Just to Say I’m Not Okay Day: Whumptober 2023, Day 30 Prompt: “It’s okay just to say ‘I’m not okay’,” Borrowed Clothing/Bridal Carry/ “Not much longer” Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Word Count: 1526 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye Warning: NA Summary: A young Roy and Riza get caught out in the rain while traveling back to Riza’s house through the woods. They take refuge in a hunting cabin, but Riza is mad at Roy for getting them lost—and might have hurt her ankle. Somehow, they’ll make it home. Notes: AO3 || ff.net

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It's Okay Just to Say I’m Not Okay

Riza Hawkeye was mad. She was mad, she was drenched, she was cold, and her ankle hurt. And none of it would have happened if stupid Roy Mustang had just listened to her. She should have just walked away and let him get lost in the woods or something. Then he could be drenched and cold and probably still wandering around outside, and she would be in her house warm, dry, and without a hurt ankle.

She turned around to glare at him, being careful of her ankle, as he did his best to secure the door of the small hunting cabin they had broken into. It likely belonged to Old Man Earnst, and it was a fifty-fifty shot on whether he would be angry with them for being here or not. His wife, though, wouldn’t mind. But either way, for the moment, they were stuck here, and it was Roy Mustang’s fault.

He turned back around and froze for a second at her glare. Then he let out a sigh, and his shoulders dropped a little. “I’m sorry, alright?” he said. Riza continued to glare at him. “How was I supposed to know it was going to pour rain that quickly!” he said.

“Maybe by listening to me!” Riza shot back. “I told you those clouds looked like rain, and I told you they looked heavy with it!”

“That doesn’t mean it’s going to suddenly pour rain from the sky!” Roy shot back. “You’re twelve! You haven’t even studied meteorology at your school! Why would I believe you?”

“Maybe because I’ve got lived experience with this sort of thing where you don’t, city boy!” she mocked. “You might be sixteen, and you might have been here three years, but you still don’t know anything about how to live out here!”

“I know more than you think!” he shot back at her.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged, bringing her arms around herself again as she shivered. “Then tell me what we do now and see if it’ll get us out of this situation!”

Roy opened his mouth, still glaring at her, but quickly closed it again. He looked around the cabin, and then pulled a shirt and a pair of pants off of a wall. He threw them at her. “Here. Change out of your wet clothes at least. I’ll change after I get a fire going. Neither of us need to catch cold out here.”

Riza blinked at him, a little taken aback at the sudden change. Still, though, she took the clothes, and turned her back on Roy. “Fine,” she said. “But you face the other way while I change!”

“I will,” Roy said, and turned to the small pot-bellied stove in the corner.

Riza quickly divested herself of her wet clothes, having to peel her soaked stockings off of her legs, wincing when she peeled them off of her ankle. She was still a little wet, but the clothes, at least, were dry. She had to roll up the sleeves and the pants legs and grab a rope that was nearby to cinch the pants around her waist, but the dry clothes did make her feel warmer.

“I’m finished,” she said, keeping her tone firm as she turned around.

“Good,” Roy said, still not turning around. “I’ve got the fire going. I’ll change too, and then we’ll figure out what to do with our clothes.”

“Fine,” Riza said. She made her way over to the stove, doing her best to pretend that her ankle didn’t hurt.

She apparently did a good job, because Roy didn’t say anything about it. He took clothes and went back to where she had been while Riza settled herself down next to the stove. It felt warm and she closed her eyes, leaning into the heat. It didn’t take Roy long to change, and Riza heard him moving about the small cabin. She didn’t turn around to look, though, stretching out her leg and rotating her ankle around. She winced. Yeah, that hurt. That wasn’t good.

“I found a string,” Roy said, coming back towards her. “If we can get our clothes on it and put it up, they might dry faster.”

Riza eyed the string, and then their clothes. It was, she had to admit, a good idea. “I suppose so,” she said reluctantly. Roy looked at her oddly for her reluctance, but he didn’t comment. Riza pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the way her ankle felt, and helped. Once they got the clothes strung up, they both sat back down again, near the fire. Outside they could still hear the rain pouring in droves. For a while that, and the sound of the fire, were the only sounds that they heard. Finally, though, Roy spoke up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. You’re right, you do have more experience. But I honestly thought that we had enough time,” he said.

Riza was silent for a moment. “…I shouldn’t have yelled at you. We probably would have gotten wet either way.” She glanced at him. “But I’m not apologizing for taking over the lead. You had no idea where we were.”

Roy grimaced. “I thought I did,” he said. “But I guess I didn’t.”

Riza huffed. “I’m out here hunting in these woods all the time. I don’t get lost out here.”

“I know, I know,” Roy said with an embarrassed grin. “But I just wanted to be able to do it.”

Riza frowned and turned her nose up. “You’ll have to do a lot more galivanting around the woods before you can do that, Mr. Mustang.”

Roy drew back a little and gave a mock bow. “Oh, forgive me, Miss Hawkeye. I didn’t know I had to gain so many hours of experience. I’ll add it to my regimen.”

There was a pause, before both of them relaxed and laughed a little.

“How long do you think the rain will last?” Riza asked.

“Hopefully, not much longer, but apparently I’m not very good with weather,” Roy said, slightly teasing.

Unfortunately, their hopes were dashed, and the rain lasted several more hours. By the time it let up, it was already dark outside. Neither of them was thrilled about the idea of walking through the woods in the dark, especially out in the rain, but they saw that there was very little choice. They put their own clothes—now mostly dry, although Riza skirts were a little damp—back on and headed out.

The one good thing about the dark, as far as Riza was concerned, was that it was good cover for her hurt ankle. She could limp around, and Roy didn’t take much notice of it, thinking she was being careful of branches and slick leaves. That was, until she found some of those branches and leaves.

In the dark, she didn’t see the raised root and tripped over it. The wet leaves on the ground gave her feet no purchase and she tumbled to the ground, her ankle twisting painfully.

“Riza!”

Roy stumbled to her side, trying to help her up. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m—I’m fine,” she said. “Help me up.”

Roy wrapped his hands around her arms and helped her to stand—only to catch her as she tried to put weight on her ankle and fell again. “You’re hurt!” he said.

“I’m fine,” Riza insisted.

Roy frowned and shook his head. “No, you’re not.” He sighed. “Riza, it’s okay just to say ‘I’m not okay’ you know. No one is going to think less of you.”

Riza stubbornly didn’t say anything, and Roy sighed again.

“How far are we from the house?” he asked.

“It’s not much longer,” Riza said. “I’d say another fifteen or twenty minutes?” Maybe slower now that she had really twisted her ankle. “I think I can make it—”

Riza was cut off as she was suddenly lifted up into Roy’s arms, giving a little squeak of surprise.

“Alright. I can do fifteen or twenty minutes of carrying you,” Roy said. “It’s not like you weigh much.”

Riza smacked his arm. “I weigh just fine, thank you!” she said. “And it would be easier for you to carry me on your back, then in your arms!”

Roy grinned. “I know. But this has better optics.”

Riza just stared at him. “You are. So weird. No one is going to see you out here.”

Roy shrugged. “You never know. Now—settle in and tell me where to go.”

Riza sighed and pointed out the direction they needed to go in, looping her arms around Roy’s neck to hopefully take some of the strain off of his arms.

It was still his fault that they were in this mess. But Riza wasn’t mad at him anymore. He was too silly to be mad at for too long, and this whole thing just proved it. Hopefully her father wouldn’t be mad at them, but if he was, he was. In the meantime, she’d let this silly city boy carry her home—and this time, she’d provide the directions from the get-go, so they wouldn’t get lost.

#Whumptober 2023 #no.30 #lyric #FMA #fullmetal alchemist #fanfic #young roy #young riza #roy mustang #riza hawkeye

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hendersister · 9 months

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twilight zone (2/3)

summary: when you and steve get trapped in the upside down, you work together to survive.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: twilight zone by golden earring

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You and Steve are stuck in the Upside Down. You both got here by going through a gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake. Unfortunately, the gate is now being guarded by demobats and now you two need to find another gate to get back home. You believe there might be a gate at Eddie’s trailer, where Chrissy died. The trailer park is about 15 miles across town, so you and Steve decided to make a quick pit stop at your house in order to pick up supplies for the journey ahead.

You’re walking through the woods to get to your house. It’s a bit longer, but you believe it's safer. And you’re less likely to be seen by any other creatures from the Upside Down….

“So, is this how you imagined spending spring break?” Steve jokes.

“Not exactly,” you laugh, “I knew I’d spend it with you, I just thought it would be somewhere in our own dimension.”

Steve chuckles.

“Well, there’s nobody else I’d rather go to another dimension with than you,” your boyfriend tells you.

You smile and nod in agreement.

“Same. We help each other survive,” you say quietly.

You take Steve’s hand, nuzzling up to him. Nothing like the end of the world to bring you and Steve closer together. You’re both enjoying this cute little moment when-

Suddenly you see a creature in the distance. Your eyes widen. Oh fuck! You’ve seen demodogs before, but this creature appears to be much larger. It’s a fully grown demogorgon.

You drop Steve’s hand in shock.

“St...Steve,” you stutter, barely above a whisper.

You nervously nod in the direction of the demogorgon. Steve turns his head to see what you’re seeing and his stomach immediately sinks.

“Shit…” Steve curses.

Although you’ve never dealt with a demogorgon before, Steve has. It was a tough fight. Steve jumped in to help out Nancy and Jonathan, but in the end it took all 3 of them to take down the demogorgon.

The demogorgon is slowly coming closer but it doesn’t see you.

Steve really wishes that he had his bat with him. He could’ve used it to protect the two of you. He knows that he can’t take on a demogorgon without any weapons. Instead of fighting, your boyfriend is going to do whatever he can to keep you safe.

“C’mon.”

Steve takes your hand and leads you over to a nearby tree. It’s big enough for you both to hide behind. You can hear the sound of the demogorgon’s footsteps approaching.

thump

You shut your eyes. You’re so terrified that your body is shaking. If that demogorgon finds you and Steve then it’s game over, man.

No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Your heart starts beating rapidly. This might be the closest you’ve come to having a full on panic attack. Steve can tell how freaked out you are, so he protectively wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

Thump

The footsteps are growing louder, which means the demogorgon is close.

“Hey, relax! It’s gonna be okay,” Steve whispers, trying his best to calm you down.

“I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die….” you breathe. You can feel your eyes welling up with tears.

"You're not going to die. I promise," Steve tells you.

THUMP

The demogorgon’s footsteps are so loud. It sounds like the creature is on the other side of the tree that you and Steve are hiding behind.

You put your hand over your mouth to muffle any screams and crying. Steve holds his breath and you. He is the only reason you aren’t crying hysterically right now. You and Steve are clutching onto each other for dear life as the demogorgon walks by the tree.

It’s so tense and quiet right now, you can cut the tension with a knife. And then-

The demogorgon’s footsteps start growing more distant. It sounds like the creature has left.

Steve finally exhales. He cautiously checks the other side of the tree. He doesn’t see anything.

“It’s gone.”

“Are you sure?” you ask anxiously.

Steve nods.

“Yeah. It left,” Steve reassures you.

You sigh in relief. Steve lets go of you. You can feel your heart beating at a normal pace again.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks with concern.

You nod before pulling your boyfriend into a big hug.

“Thank you for helping me through that panic attack. The demogorgon would’ve got me if you weren’t here. You saved my life, Steve. I love you so much! Thank you,” you say sincerely.

Steve wraps his arms around you. He rests his forehead on yours.

“I love you too,” he says softly, and then, “It’s just like you said earlier… we help each other survive, right?”

Your heart melts.

“Yeah. We help each other survive,” you smile.

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

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cleoluvrr · 1 year

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The Last Days of Summer VII (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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The later half of the humid, North Carolina evening was spent with Londyn, once again. Her parents were away on the mainland to visit her older brother, leaving her home alone. She hates when they go but refuses to leave the island if I can’t come with her.

Sometimes I wonder if she has some serious codependency issues, her blatant refusal to go anywhere if we aren’t attached at the hip worries me deeply.

However, I don’t think about it tonight, needing a distraction from the earlier events of today.

“It’s not that I can’t leave the island, I just don’t want to.” She refutes, flopping down dramatically onto the bed next to me. “I’d be bored and lonely and hanging out with old people all day. Plus, you’d miss me too much and would probably die without me.”

“That’s what phone calls are for.” I chuckle.

“But it’s not the same!” She whines, rolling over to lie on my back. “I need to be in a ten-mile radius of you or else my body starts slowly shutting down.”

“You are such a drama queen.”

The two of us go down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. The taller girl watches the popcorn in the microwave closely as I stare out the large windows behind the sink. Suddenly I hear sirens in the distance, and only a few moments later a bunch of police cars speed down the road.

I hum in curiosity, not thinking anything of the situation. That is until my friend says something that makes my heart drop.

“Oh my God!” Londyn says, stopping the microwave before rushing up to me. “Kelce just texted me. He said he found John B in his house!”

“What?” I say, standing so fast that the stool I was seated on almost topples over.

“Yeah, the police are on their way there right now.”

“John Booker Routledge? That John B?” She nods. “Shit.”

I rush out of the house, Londyn hot on my tail as I grab one of the bikes in her garage. She does the same, the two of us hauling ass to their location. I spot the red and blue lights of police cars in the distance after a few minutes, speeding up my pedaling as Londyn calls my name from behind me.

My thighs burn, legs wobbly as I jump off my bike and run to the crowd with it in tow. I watch as the police run out of the house, saying something about a creek as they speed off in their cars. The crowd of Kooks follow, and so do I.

I stop abruptly before I get too far, wondering where John B could have possibly gone with the entire town looking for him. I search every corner of my mind, nothing surfacing. I ignore the sound of Londyn calling my name as I rake my brain as fast as I can. That’s when I hear the sound of a bell, my ears perking up immediately.

The church.

John B took me there once when we were a few years younger. My brother doesn’t know this, and never will, but his dear friend was my first kiss. John B has an unreciprocated crush on me in middle school, right before I left for the kook academy. He took me into the woods one day, showing me the chapel when my brother was out with my dad working on something.

It was something neither of us could tell the rest of the Pogues. JJ would tease him to no end, Kie would go on and on about “Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” and my brother would definitely kill him and lock me away in a tower.

I start pedaling my bike again, steering it in the direction of the rundown building. I see the tip of the cross in the distance amongst the green of the trees and speed up as much as I can on the dirt floor of the woods. My legs burn with exhaustion and my heart tightens with anxiety. I throw my bike onto the ground when I get close enough, running towards the church.

I don’t even notice the footsteps behind me, the sound hidden by the soft dirt beneath our feet.

“Woah, princess.” I hear, a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and stop me from going any further. “What do you think you’re doing out here?”

“Let go of me, Rafe!” I fight against his hold, arms held tightly against my chest by his.

“Hm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He tuts, leaning down to speak lowly into my ear. “I asked you what you’re doing out here.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, me?” He feigns innocence. “I’m just being a good citizen and helping get a criminal off the streets.” I hear the smile he has on his face and I shiver.

“He’s not a criminal. He would never kill someone.” I say still pushing against his arms.

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do?”

“He’s not a murderer!” Blood rushes to my ears, the sound similar to that of white noise.

“Well then, who killed Pertekin?” I don’t answer, chest heaving as he speaks into my ear.

“He’s innocent, Rafe.”

“This is why I don’t want you near those Pogues, princess.” He tuts and shakes his head in disapproval. “First they corrupted my baby sister, now they’ve brainwashed you too. We just can’t have that, can we?”

“Nobody has ‘brainwashed me.’ You sound like a crazy person.” He chuckles darkly into my ear, the sound giving me goosebumps.

“If John B didn’t kill Peterkin, then why is he running? Hm? Are you calling my father a liar?”

“Because there’s a bounty on his head!” I don’t answer his second question because he wouldn’t like what I have to say. “You guys are chasing him down like a wild animal! Of course he’s running.”

“Well maybe that’s what he is. A fucking animal that needs to be put down.”

“Rafe, let me go.” I say, tears welling in my eyes ready to spill over.

“I can’t do that.” He lifts his head away from my ear, motioning Kelce over to the two of us. “I need to make sure you’re safe and not getting into things you shouldn’t. It’s a dangerous place with killers on the loose.”

I start to smell smoke, the strong scent filling my nose causing my face to scrunch up in disgust. I look up in the direction of the church, watching as the wooden structure slowly lights up the dark woods. The building is slowly eaten away by fire, the orange-colored flames traveling up the base of the chapel.

“What did you do?” My voice is quiet, only loud enough for the boy next to my face to hear. He chuckles, grabbing my bicep firmly before dragging me toward the front of the church.

I hear the police pull up in the front of the old church, the mob close behind. My heart drops.

I fight against him but he doesn’t relent. I almost forget about my friend until I hear her voice speaking in a hushed tone, asking Kelce what’s going on. He tells her not to worry about it and she doesn’t push any further. The fire grows, the smoke thick in the air and flames flying out of the windows as they climb higher and higher.

“Behave yourself.” Rafe says when we reach the front, the gaggle of police and Figure 8 residents appearing before us. He lets go of my arm, opting for a firm arm around my waist.

“What are you kids doing out here?” Shoupe asks when he spots us, suspicion heavy in his tone.

“We found them walking through the woods, sir.” Rafe answers, his tone drenched in false worry. He looks down at me as he feigns a look of deep concern. “They had no idea there’s a murderer running around here. I would just hate myself if something terrible happened to them on our watch.”

“Okay, son.” Shoupe says nodding in understanding. “Hey, you’re Heyward’s girl, right?” The officer asks when he notices who I am.

“Yes sir.” I answer lowly.

“Your brother is friends with John B?” I nod. “You have any idea where he might be hiding?” Rafe digs his fingers into my side as a warning. I shake my head side to side.

“No sir.” I don’t look up at him, sight firmly set on my own shoes. “I don’t really know him very well.”

Shoupe stays silent for a moment and I can feel him watching me, his gaze heavy on my frame. I look up finally, our eyes catching each other. I give him my best doe-eyed frightened look, trying my best to make him less suspicious of me.

“Alright. Officer Leon!” He calls out, motioning a large black man over to us. “Will you take these young ladies home?” The officer nods, prompting Londyn and I towards a car a few yards away.

I turn my head to face Rafe as I walk away and lock eyes with him. He looks at me smugly, waving before turning back to the burning building. My neck throbs, the phantom feeling of his hand wrapped around it returning as I get into the backseat of the patrol car.

“Shit, boy, get in the house!” I hear my father say, swiping at the gas canister Pope held in his hands.

My brother showed up this morning on a bike, his loud arrival waking me out of my not so peaceful slumber. I stumbled outside after a couple minutes, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Heyward beat me to it, already outside having a confrontation with his son.

“I’m walking out of here with these damn cans and you’re not getting in my way.” Pope states standing chest to chest with our dad. His face is hard, set firm in his decision to defy the man before him.

“Oh, I’m getting in your way.” Dad says, stepping closer to the boy. “And one day, you might be able to whoop my ass, but it ain’t today.” He pushes him back and Pope stumbles, dropping the cans.

Pope shoves him back, much harder than our dad did. The man stumbles back a few feet as well. The two of them start getting physical, pushing at each other in an attempt to prove their dominance. I almost go back inside, letting them work out their issues alone, but watching Pope land a fist on Heyward’s face stops me in my tracks.

“Pope! Dad! What the hell?” I yell, trying to get their attention. They ignore my voice.

“Oh, yeah! It’s gonna take a little more than that.” My father says as he gets in Pope’s face again. “Try again.”

Pope raises his fist, breathing heavily as he gears up to punch him again. He hesitates.

“C’mon. You wanna hit your daddy?” Dad taunts, encouraging him to land another one. “Try it again. You wanna hit me?”

Pope drops his fists and backs away, leaning down to place the gas canisters in his hands once again. He looks up at our dad angrily before speaking.

“I don’t have time for this, I gotta help my friend.” He storms off, leaving my father to stand alone.

“Yeh, you just go ahead!” Heyward shots after him, following a bit behind. “Yeah, you take everything, son.”

Pope doesn’t look back, just keeps walking away without sparing my father a glance.

He turns his head towards me for a brief moment, catching my eyes as I look at him disappointedly. There are tears in his eyes that he tries to fight back, ready to spill over onto his dirty face.

“You’re an ungrateful son of a bitch, Pope.” Is the last thing my dad says to him, leaving the both of us in silence as we watch him walk away.

Pope’s back gets smaller and smaller as he retreats back to wherever he came from. My own face is emotionless, eyes dry of tears and body still.

A dangerously quiet rage fills my body as I stand outside with my father.

Angry with John B, angry with his friends. Angry at Pope for ditching his own family for days at a time like we mean nothing to him. Angry for making me have to console our mother when he vanishes without a word, trying to convince her that her son isn’t dead when I don’t even know myself. Angry with him for doing stupid shit that only lands him in trouble.

Angry with myself for still caring about what happens to him when he clearly doesn’t care himself.

“If your brother comes back here, don’t let him in.” My father instructs me as he walks into the shop. “He can sleep on the streets since he’d rather be there than home.”

My parents got a call later that night from the police informing them that they needed to pick up Pope. They almost had a heart attack, rushing out of the house before the officer could even hang up the phone.

I was in my bedroom when they returned, the sound of the door opening and shutting the only indication that they arrived.

I rushed into the living room to spot a wet, disheveled Pope in a bloody t-shirt, his face drenched in rain and tears. I look between the three of them in confusion, the atmosphere of the home suddenly filled with despair and sadness.

My dad walks up to me while our mom holds my brother in her arms tightly as he shakes with sobs.

“John B…didn’t make it.” He tells me sadly, his own face is tired and sad. I knit my eyebrows together, mind not allowing me to comprehend what I was just told.

“What do you mean he didn’t make it?” I ask, looking between my mom and dad once again. “Didn’t make it where?” My question is answered with a tense silence, dread filling my stomach as my heart drops to my feet. I swallow dryly, nodding my head as I walk back to my room.

Shutting the door quietly, I slide down the wooden frame, body racked with silent sobs of my own.

I hear Pope enter his own room a few minutes later, door shutting loudly with a thud. I listen to his pained screams and sobs through the wall, heart tightening at the sound.

I feel my brother’s grief in the air of the house, my parents speaking in hushed voices in the living room. I hear him destroying his room, throwing objects at the door and assaulting the walls with his body.

I am angry again. Angry for my brother. Angry for his friends. Angry for John B.

Eventually he stops, crying himself to sleep after being restless for hours. I didn't fall asleep that night, mind racing and stomach churning with grief.

#rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #outer banks x reader #obx1 #obx fanfiction #rafe cameron x oc #outer banks #obx2 #obx3 #drew starkey #pope heyward #rafe cameron x reader

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