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shuaraes · 3 months

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i should’ve never let you go | x.mh

- To him, love can only mean you

oneshot | 2.5k | exes! au | angst | comfort

after laying out his raw heart for you on voicemail, one part of xu minghao never expects to hear from you again. this is until you text him back asking him to meet you for the first time in over a year. with your text, minghao knows he can’t let you slip away the way he did before.

sequel to we shouldn’t have ended like this

~ pairing . xu minghao x gn!reader

~ content . exes to lovers au!, non idol au!, minghao’s a lover boy, quite cheesy at the end, can be read as a standalone fic but some minor references won’t be picked up on

~ tw/cw . suggestive, mentions of alcohol, minghao’s a bit of a dick to everyone but his s/o

~ song rec . blue jeans - lana del rey

~ author’s note . here it is, the much requested pt.2 !! thank you all for loving pt.1 so much ~~

(taglist at the end)

THE PARK BENCH IS ICE AGAINST MINGHAO’S BLUE JEANS.

His hands are tightly clasped around a medium-sized bouquet, a pink bow ribbon tying everything together. Minghao doesn’t know the first thing about flowers, just knows that carnations are your favourites. Even though there’s a slight chill in the air, Minghao is dressed nicely; short-sleeved polo rolled up to show his arms. He thought he might as well make a decent effort: after all, he’s seeing you for the first time in a year.

Soulmates used to be a concept foreign to Minghao, so foreign when his friend Jun often blabbed on about finding his ‘one true love’ - he could only scoff. Then he thought about what love meant to him. Watching all his friends fall in and out of it faster than he could blink, love didn’t mean much. Yes, he had been ‘in love’ but it had never consumed him, never broken him apart to the point he questioned his purpose of living.

Until you whispered those three words into his ear (it was early morning and you were tangled in his sheets, the linen covering your bare upper body, your eyes were barely opened but your smile was so bright, your fingertips and kisses painted his neck like a canvas. He had never seen such an angelic sight) and it all finally clicked. If this was what love felt like, then he had loved you since he first saw you.

Being in love meant loving you. To him, now love can only mean you.

Honestly, Minghao wasn’t expecting a response from you. It was three am when he sent the voicemail and after so long with no contact, you had probably moved on and found someone else. Living your life without thinking about him, is a privilege Minghao could only wish for. You were in his dreams, in his walls, staring at him in his bathroom mirror.

Although he did miss you terribly, a part of him sent a message because he wanted closure. He wanted to know you didn’t want him anymore. Maybe with your deafening silence, he could move on - live a life with you (an empty promise to himself, like a single coin in a fountain). But you didn’t.

A week after that night, Minghao received a text from your number.

It was early afternoon and Minghao was only half occupied with the tasks of the day, his head everywhere but the present. After sending that voicemail, he couldn’t seem to focus. A string of ‘what ifs’ kept constantly replaying in his head like a strip of film. At a point, he even contemplated throwing away your slippers. But as he saw them by the heater neatly lined next up to his - something deep from within him forced his whole body to stop. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Throwing away your slippers would mean giving up on you. Quitting had not got Minghao very far in life.

A notification popped up when he was scrolling mindlessly that day - he was about to swipe up. But when he saw your contact name (it’s ‘sweetheart’, he hasn’t changed it since the day he told you he loved you, the contact name even outliving your relationship), his phone almost dropped out of his hand and onto his face.

Sweetheart: How much did you drink?

Minghao’s breath hitched in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you were a drunken mistake. That he wouldn’t have said what he said without the removed inhibitions from several bottles of wine. He meant every single word he said

Minghao: I’ve never been more sober in my life.

His fingers paused at his keyboard, wanting to say so much more. He wanted to tell you once again how he couldn’t live without you, how you were even more important to him than the oxygen that fills his lungs. But he settled with simple formalities instead.

Minghao: How are you?

Sweetheart: Stop pretending that you care.

Minghao could feel his entire heart shatter in his chest, had you not listened to the voicemail or even worse did you not believe him? Did you not believe his love for you? Again, you were slipping away from him right in front of his eyes, he couldn’t let you go.

Minghao: Everything I said in that voicemail was true. I care about you more than I care for myself.

Sweetheart: Meet me in the park at 2pm and prove it then.

That’s how Minghao finds himself in his local park. Coincidentally, where you both had your first date (now several years ago, he placed a pink carnation behind your ear and when he looked into your eyes, he knew you were going to be different from the others). His heart is threatening to fall out of his chest with the way it’s beating so fast. What is he supposed to say to you? What apology on earth can he give you to make up for his past actions?

The past is in the past but Minghao needs you in his future.

As if you were the grand prize in this game we call life, Minghao is a debtor using up his final pennies. He can’t afford to lose you. The universe doesn’t grant second chances easily and Minghao wasn’t a fool to let you go again.

Your relationship was the furthest thing from perfect, but your flaws matched each other in a way Minghao could never fully grasp. End pieces in a jigsaw, rose quartz and serenity in an evening sky, the rays of the sun and the glow of the moon. You were far from perfect but you were more than close enough for Minghao. He was obsessed with you and still is.

He hears the light patter of feet against the cobbled pavement. The sound gets louder and louder until it stops. Minghao looks up from his fiddling fingers, expecting it to be some dog walker whose pet doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. But then he feels a familiar tap on his shoulder, there’s only one person in this world whose touch is as light as a feather.

When he sees you, his whole world ceases to exist. It is only you that remains. For a year he wanted, craved for this moment. You were his messiah, all he wanted to do was worship you until his throat was hoarse and lips parched. He was thirsty, oh so thirsty. Only you could save him, only you could fix him. He quickly stands up to look at you. He thinks if you touch him his legs would give in and he would fall to the floor. Your presence is overwhelming, you’re taking over his sensing and clouding his thoughts.

All of his words are caught in the base of his throat, there is so much he wants to tell you - but as he tries to speak only silence escapes from his parted pink lips.

You look slightly different, something Minghao couldn’t quite put his finger on. In front of him, you are a paradigm of blues, yellows and reds: the centrepiece in an art gallery, Micheal Angelo’s greatest creation.

“These are for me?” You ask cautiously, breaking the seemingly infinite silence.

You were so surprised to hear from him after you had assumed he had fallen out of love with you months ago. You want to make sure, that you haven’t gone mad, that the love of your life is really standing in front of you.

“Of course they are,” He hands you the flowers and watches your face light up when you realise that he remembered.

“You remembered…” You say smiling, looking down and twirling the pink stain ribbon between your fingers. ‘Of course’ Minghao thinks - of course, he’d never forget. He wants to reply but he’s too captivated with your beauty to think straight.

Still lost in thought, you continue, “Where did all the time go… Back then we were so young, so naive, so… So…” You struggle to find the right words to say.

“So stupid.” Minghao’s words are breathless as you meet his ever-so-loving gaze. For the whole of your relationship, Minghao had never been the one to open up to faults - you as well. The feeling of being so naked and vulnerable is foreign to him. But he relishes in the freedom of the truth, his pride no longer holding him down in chains.

He thinks he loves you more than anyone in human history has loved before.

“I meant everything, I said in that voicemail. You were right ‘We shouldn’t have ended like this’, yet I let it happen. I made you doubt my love but to protect my pride, I just stood there, saying nothing. I thought you grew fed up with our relationship, that I wasn't what you wanted. But then I realised you were pushing me away to protect yourself, just like I did.” Minghao pauses getting slightly emotional.

“Nothing I say or do will ever be enough, I can’t turn back time I know that.

But I never stopped loving you.”

And before he can comprehend, you’re in his arms, head against his chest - your home (his heart). You drop the flowers in your right hand and Minghao circles himself around you, engulfing you in his embrace. You don’t say anything, yet a thousand words fall from your parted lips as you stare into his pools of brown (the same pools you could spread hours, days drowning in, as if fresh air didn’t exist). You smell exactly like he remembered, a mix of woods and flora. You feel like a cup of warm tea after a tiresome day, the silver lining he always looks towards. Minghao thinks there’s nothing in the world as beautiful as you.

“I should’ve never let you go…” The words tumbling out of his lips are a waterfall of emotion. Waves of relief rush over him as he feels himself around you. This is where he is supposed to be. Suddenly, everything in his life is going to be okay.

“I should have never tried to push you away in the first place ” Your hands reach up to stroke the back of his hair and he melts into your touch like butter.

This is where he belongs.

Minghao places a small kiss on the mole you have on your collarbone and it’s almost like the past year didn’t happen (you’re on a date in the city, you’re wearing his favourite dress which shows your shoulders and no matter how hard he tries, Minghao can’t keep his hands off you, pecking and nibbling at the soft skin, even if he didn’t say it much, he was enamoured with you). Minghao doesn’t notice the lingering eyes of passers-by, he even fails to realise the passage of time.

Sadly the world can’t stop for him, no matter how much it feels like it does.

With a loud honk from a car speeding down the other side of the road resonating through his eardrums, Minghao is brought back to reality. Suddenly the light weight in the back of his jeans pocket feels all too heavy and he starts to panic, pushing you away gently. You pout, feeling like you have the wrong idea and Minghao’s expression is immediately sympathetic.

“No baby, don’t worry you did nothing wrong.” He coos in a tone that had almost become foreign to him.

Never, has he used this tone with any of his hookups, even when they begged to be called sweet names, he couldn’t (looking back on this Minghao feels guilty, but those people weren’t you, they couldn’t ever be you). He’s surprised at how easily those words drift off his tongue after so long. He guesses everything just comes easier with you.

“Remember how I said, we’ll listen to your favourite jazz album while drunk on wine.” He scratches his neck bashfully as you look up to him with wide eyes.

“I may or may not have booked us two tickets to their live show in the area, I just wanted to do something again to show that I care. I know it wouldn’t make up for-"

You silence him with a kiss, and Minghao forgets where he is, what he had just said, the colour of the sky and the feeling of the ground below his feet. hell if you didn't whisper ‘It’s okay Minghao' against his lips, he would have forgotten his own name.

For Minghao, it’s you. It has always been you and it will continue to be you. Maybe until the day he dies, he thinks. But knowing himself, he would probably find a way to love you in the afterlife as well.

You drag Minghao by his arm into his dimly lit flat, lips still perfectly intertwined together like a lock and key. If your kisses are knife wounds, Minghao wouldn’t mind bleeding to death. He can taste the tart fermented grapes on your tongue. The feeling of his bare skin against yours is more intoxicating than the bottle of wine you shared. You mewl pitifully into his mouth, clutching his clothes like a beggar desperate for cash. The sight of you begging for him was probably on par with the sex itself.

The night wasn’t supposed to end like this. Minghao had planned it out perfectly: you were supposed to visit a jazz show featuring your favourite ensemble, then you’d have dinner at a place he’d been meaning to take you for months, then maybe after a glass of red (or two) a taxi would drop you off at your complex where he would kiss you on the check and tell you to sleep well.

You both barely made it to step two.

Minghao pulls you flush against his chest breaking the kiss for air - you don’t seem to care as you turn your attention to his neck. In the morning, Minghao expects to see dots of red-purple bruises lined across the pale skin of his neck like patches of watercolour. The night wasn’t supposed to end like this, but Minghao doesn’t have the strength in him to tell you to stop.

“I wanted to be a gentleman.” He manages to whisper out, his eyes squeezing shut as you move your hands and kisses downwards, “I don’t want you just for your body, you know.”

“I know. I just missed you so much it was driving me crazy.” You say and drag him by the collar. You’re not looking where you’re going, but Minghao trusts you know his place better than you know your own.

Before he can respond, he feels you jerk slightly, almost tripping over your feet. He looks down to watch what caused it and he feels his face light up like a pink neon sign downtown.

“You still have my slippers here.” You say, not like you’re inquiring, but more like a statement. The smile on your face is miles wide when you look up at him. Minghao knows exactly what you’re thinking and because of it, he’s the happiest man who has ever lived.

“I didn’t have the heart to get rid of them, I never wanted to let you go in the first place."

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upon-a-starry-night · 2 months

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Number Neighbors Pt.20

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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When you’re finally released from the hospital they send you home with a list of instructions on how to take care of your wound and some medication. You sigh in relief at the sight of your apartment, it wasn’t the most extravagant place but it was comfortable and familiar, and you had actual food here.

Tired of hospital food, you head straight for the kitchen when you spot the roses Leon had sent you. They’re still fresh and it doesn’t feel right to just throw them out considering you two ended on a good note. Instead, you set your bouquet from Nat on the counter and take apart the roses from Leon. You individually wrap them in some leftover tissue paper and despite your stomach grumbling you head back out of your apartment.

You head to the park closest to your house and begin handing the roses out to random strangers you pass. An old lady sitting by herself, a man and his dog, and a group of women walking down the sidewalk. The deed makes you feel good about yourself and the smiles on their faces help remind you of all the good things in life.

It’s a reminder you need after what happened.

You go to hand the last rose to a woman sitting on a bench on her phone when she looks up and you realize you recognize her

“Y/n! Oh my god!” You smile down at your coworker and her face lights up when you hand her the rose. “This is so sweet, thank you” You’re prepared to bid her a good weekend and leave when she stops you, grabbing your arm.

“Wait- okay this might be kind of short notice but there’s this party coming up in a week and I really don’t want to go alone- plus you promised me we’d start hanging out”

You do vaguely remember promising one of your coworkers that you two would start hanging out after you bonded over workplace struggles. Parties aren’t normally your thing but she’s got this bright and hopeful look in her eyes and honestly, you could probably use the socialization.

Shrugging, you figure it wouldn’t hurt to go, your habit of spending your weekends cuddled up with your TV and your snacks had been less and less appealing these past months anyway.

“Sounds like fun! Will you text me the details?” She nods excitedly and hugs you and it makes you think of your mother. She would be so excited to hear how outgoing you’ve become and you can’t help but think it was all because of Nat. Not because she told you to go out (Although she did so very often), but because her presence just seemed to have that impact. Her sass and humor pulled you out of the slump that you’d been stuck in for what felt like forever. In the past few months, you’ve done things you hadn’t done in years and it felt amazing.

You waved goodbye to your coworker with the promise of texting her more often and headed home.

You didn’t know why but you had a feeling everything was going to change next weekend.

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You weren’t panicking. You weren’t. You just hadn’t been to a party in a long time and your coworker definitely forgot to mention just how fancy the dress code was and now she was coming in half an hour to pick you up and you had no idea what to wear.

So obviously after a 5 minute mini-panic attack, you opened your phone to text Nat

Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

I’m having a crisis

Nat🔪:

Typical.

What’s going on?

Y/n🍦:

I have a party tonight and

I’m told it’s very fancy

Nat🔪:

Look at you socializing!

Y/n🍦:

Har Har

Don’t patronize me

Nat🔪:

So what’s the problem?

If you need to brush up on

Pop culture or recent celebrity drama

I am NOT the person to ask.

Y/n🍦:

Noted.

I need help finding an outfit

and you sounded like someone

with impeccable style

Nat🔪:

If I knew calling you was all I had to

do to get you to compliment my style

I would’ve done it a lot sooner.

Y/n🍦:

I’m pretty sure all my fancy clothes

have dust on them.

Nat🔪:

I’m surprised you have any at all.

What have you got?

Y/n🍦:

Well, I’ve got a red dress, a gold strapless one,

and a black one with a thigh slit.

Nat🔪:

Black. Definitely.

Y/n🍦:

I should’ve guessed that’s what you’d choose.

Emo.

Nat🔪:

Rude. black goes with everything okay?

And it hides drink stains ;)

Y/n🍦:

…okay you might have a point.

But now the real crisis-

Gold or silver jewelry.

Nat🔪:

Show me your options.

Y/n🍦:

Sure!

*Images Attached*

Nat🔪:

Definitely that silver bracelet.

And the pearl earrings.

Is that dust on your jewelry box, Y/n?

Y/n🍦:

No! Shut up!

For good measure, you send her a picture of your middle finger, to which she responds with an emoji with its tongue sticking out. It makes you chuckle until you see the time and frantically begin scrambling around your room to grab stuff for your shower. Not to mention you had to find a way to cover up your healing shoulder wound. You send Nat another brief text as the water is warming up since you know you probably won’t get the chance to text her until after the party.

Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

I’ve got to get ready but

Thanks for your help, Nat<3

Nat🔪:

Of course.

Have a good time, Y/n ❤️

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Nat had all but gotten used to the fluttering feeling she felt when she texted you until that damn phone call. Everything in her had been screaming at her not to do it, that you would recognize her voice and everything would fall apart. But after what happened to you she knew both of you needed it, maybe her more than you.

It was brief. So brief.

She was trying so hard to show you her authentic self while still making sure you didn’t recognize her but more of her actual voice slipped out than she intended. She couldn’t help it, she lost all train of thought when she heard your voice.

She loved the way you said her name. She could hear you say it a million times over but the call was cut short by her gift to you arriving. She didn’t mind though, not when you sent her photos of your flowers every day with cute captions like “longest I’ve ever kept anything alive!!” and “they still smell so good!?” and she won’t even mention the backflip her heart did when you sent her a picture of the dying flowers you pressed to keep them for longer.

She was glad you liked them. She was glad about everything when it came to you. She’d never consider herself an optimist but you were definitely changing her perspective on life.

Her mind drifted to the party you were going to tonight and she briefly wondered if it was the same one she was expected to show up to tonight, but it was a Friday night in New York and there was no way out of the hundreds of parties tonight you two would happen to be at the same one. Not to mention she didn’t see your name on Stark’s guest list.

She sighed as she read your goodbye and looked to her closet. It was about time she got ready for her own party. God knows what Stark would have her doing this time, it was better to prepare for these things early.

Pt.21

A/n: Q& A in the comments while we wait for the most anticipated chapter of this series?~ Starry

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weirdkpopgirl · 9 months

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Burden | Dream Reaction #11

Reaction: When their gf feels like a burden to them

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, dark thoughts, mental health issues

Word Count: 3593k

Author's Note: This reaction was requested by an anon, which I am very grateful for. I feel like the theme for this reaction is pretty common in my stories. So I tried my best to come up with different scenarios and not sound too repetitive. Writing this story made me think of how all the members of NCT Dream are such sweethearts, honestly. I hope you guys like this and please feel free to request more! Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

Lately, there’s been this growing distance between you and Mark. You hated yourself for feeling this way because Mark was nothing short of the perfect boyfriend. He treated you with kindness and respect. He didn’t hesitate to show his feelings for you and cared for you in ways that no one else in your life has.

But you were someone who carried a lot of insecurities. Frequently, you found yourself pondering if you were truly worthy of Mark's affection. He was constantly busy with his back-and-forth schedules between 127 and Dream. Yet he still made the time to call you and ask how your day went. You felt like you didn’t deserve him.

One evening, you were engaging in a deep conversation with Taeyong at the 127 dorm. As the leader figure of the group, you sometimes found yourself confiding in the male when it came to concerns about your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, Mark happened to be present at the dorm that evening, and as he walked down the hallway, he overheard your voice drifting from the living room.

“I don’t know…Mark is so sweet and loving,” you spoke with uncertainty, as you held a couch pillow close to your chest.“Sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m a burden to him.”

He observed Taeyong place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n), you’re an amazing girlfriend and Mark cares about you a lot. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” he tried to reassure you.

You let out a sigh, “I know…but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never be good enough for him.”

Mark genuinely had no idea you were feeling this way. He’d stay up the rest night, replaying your words in his head. You were so important to Mark, and he couldn’t bear the thought of his life without you. Knowing that you felt so insecure saddened him deeply.

A few days later you received a text from Mark, asking you to meet him at the studio. The message felt somewhat random, but you headed to his company building, unsure of what to expect.

When you walked into the studio, Mark was sitting on the sofa with a guitar in hand. At first, you were confused until his fingers began strumming to a familiar tune.

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shinin’. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying,” he sang softly. “She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, finding it almost surreal that Mark Lee was serenading you with a Bruno Mars song. But the charming smile on his lips didn’t leave as he finished the first verse.

“Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her, she won’t believe me.

And it’s so, it’s so sad to think that she don’t see what I see.”

His fingers continued to strum the instrument as he stood up and walked up to you, singing the chorus with heartfelt emotion.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing I would change. Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are.” He gazed into your eyes, singing the lyrics with such love and admiration. “And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile. Cause girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.”

Your hands were clasped over your mouth, and tears glistened in your eyes as Mark sang the rest of the song. The raw emotion in his voice and the sweet lyrics touched you deeply, making this moment feel incredibly intimate. The romantic gesture felt so sudden, making you wonder what brought this all on.

After the song finished, Mark gently took your hand in his. “(Y/n), I heard you talking to Taeyong hyung the other day. And I wanted to let you know that you’re never a burden to me.”

You felt a mixture of surprise and gratitude, touched by his openness and the effort he took to address your concerns. The love in his eyes reaffirmed that he meant every word, and a sense of comfort washed over you as he held your hand, grounding you in the present moment.

"I cherish every part of you," Mark continued, his voice unwavering. "In good times and challenging ones, we're in this together. You can always lean on me. I'm here to support you through everything."

His words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around your heart and reaffirming the love you shared. In that moment, you knew that you were truly seen and valued by Mark, and your heart overflowed with love for this incredible person beside you.

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RENJUN

While you were in the kitchen preparing lunch, Renjun was relaxing in the living room. His group had just finished their promotional activities for their latest comeback, leaving him exhausted from the busy schedule. However, you became a bit flustered when you attempted to reach for an ingredient on a top shelf but found yourself unable to reach it.

Sighing in frustration, you stole a glance at Renjun, who was lying on the couch. Perhaps he could lend you a hand with this predicament. But as you started to hesitate when you approached him. His arm covered his eyes, as his chest slowly rose up and down with each slow breath he took. You didn’t want to disturb him when he looked so peaceful.

Renjun’s eyes slowly opened as he watched you walk away. Curious, he stood up from the couch and quietly followed you into the kitchen. The corner of his lips upturned in a small smile when he saw you struggle to get something from the cabinet.

When you felt Renjun extend his arm to retrieve the ingredient for you, you nearly jumped and turned around in surprise.

Renjun looked at you endearingly and said, “You could’ve just asked me, (Y/n).”

“I know, but you were resting and I didn’t want to bother you,” you frowned.

In response to this, Renjun planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “You could never bother me, darling,” he reassured, brushing away a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You blushed at his warm gesture and whispered a "thank you" before returning to what you were doing before. Renjun was truly a sweetheart, and his caring nature never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

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JENO

The day had been long and overwhelming. Honestly, you were just glad that it was almost over. All you wanted right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms. However, when you entered the bedroom, you found Jeno engrossed in a videogame on his computer.

Approaching him quietly, you softly called his name. “Jeno-ssi.”

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, keeping his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

You felt discouraged when you saw how concentrated he was on his game. Not wanting to bother him, you took a step back. “I—actually, never mind.”

Jeno caught the hesitance in your voice and spun around in his chair. Just as you were walking away, he reached to grab your hand.

“No, babe, what is it?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment now that you had his attention. Even if you tried to brush him off again, you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

“I was going to ask if we could cuddle. but I don’t want to distract you from your game,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. You couldn’t help but feel silly for wanting something so seemingly small.

Jeno’s eyes softened at your words, and in the next second, you were being pulled into his lap. He loved nothing more than holding you in his arms and pressing kisses into your hair. The idea that you thought he would reject you, puzzled him.

“You can always ask me for cuddles, babe,” he whispered softly, his arms wrapped securely around you. “I love being with you, and I don’t want you to feel like it’s a bother.”

You slowly smiled and allowed your head to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His touch radiated so much comfort and warmth that it seemed to chase away any lingering insecurities or anxious thoughts from earlier. For the remainder of the night, he kept you in his lap as he played his game. Eventually, he retired from the computer and proceeded to cuddle you in the comforts of your bed. Jeno just loved being close to you and he wanted to ensure that you never felt like you were bothering him again.

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HAECHAN

Something didn’t feel right when Haechan entered your apartment. After sliding on the familiar gray slippers you always kept for him, he shuffled through the darkness of your living room. His feet padded down the hallway, guided by the faint glow of light escaping beneath your bedroom door. He paused outside the closed door. Apprehension filled him when he heard your shaky breathing.

Haechan swallowed nervously before raising his hand to the door and lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood. “(Y/n)?” he called out softly. “Is it okay if I come in?”

When he was met with an unsettling silence, his determination urged him to slowly turn the doorknob and gently push open the door. The second he stepped inside his eyes fell on you sitting at the foot of the bed with your head buried in your hands. His heart broke at the sight of your body visibly trembling.

Haechan knew you hated it whenever he found you in this state of vulnerability. When he was present, you often put on a brave face for him. You were always trying to maintain this cheerful facade, even when things were not okay. He understood the effort you made to protect him from your inner struggles. But the thought of you hurting weighed heavily on his heart.

With a small sigh, Haechan closed the door behind him. He noticed you tense up when he approached you cautiously.

“(Y/n),” he started to say, extending his hand towards you in a gesture of comfort.

But you shook your head vigorously and pulled away from him. “Please, just go away Hyuck. I don’t want to see me like this,” you pleaded.

His expression faltered at your attempt to push him away. He could sense the pain and he wasn’t going to let you face it alone.

“(Y/n), whatever it is…just let me be there for you,” he said.

But your head shook again, almost as if your brain was refusing to let Haechan’s words comfort you. Your fists repeatedly banged against your head, the pain momentarily numbing the overwhelming thoughts and emotions within you.

“I’m a mess, Haechan. I’m broken and damaged,” you cried. “I’m…I’m nothing but a burden right now.”

Haechan’s eyes widened with panic and he firmly grabbed your wrists to stop your self-destructive actions. “Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmured, trying to calm you down. “Who put those thoughts in your head, huh?”

As more tears cascaded down your cheek, Haechan loosened his grip on one of your hands and gently brushed away the tears with his thumb.

“Look at me, (Y/n),” Haechan whispered. He gently lifted your chin, locking your gaze with his.

“You are not a burden, nor are you broken or damaged,” he said, caressing your cheek. “Please don’t believe those lies your mind tells you.”

His voice was filled with a seriousness that resonated deep within your heart. The tears slowed and your body gradually stopped shaking. Once he was sure you wouldn’t resist, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. His chin rested atop your head, providing security, while his fingers tenderly stroked your hair.

“I know it’s hard for you to see yourself the way I see you,” he continues. “But trust me when I say you’re the strongest person I know, (Y/n).”

The outside world receded as his words sank in. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and surrendered to his comforting embrace. No matter how frequently the inner demons resurfaced, Haechan remained steadfast in banishing them. Within his arms, you never felt safer.

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JAEMIN

Although you woke up this morning with a fever, that didn’t stop you from attending all your morning classes. It wasn’t that big of a deal, and you fully planned to spend the rest of the day in bed. However, when Jaemin sent a text asking if you wanted to come by his dance practice, you couldn’t turn him down. You also knew that if you told Jaemin you were sick, he’d get worried, and you didn’t want that.

Despite you not feeling your best, seeing Jaemin’s smile when you entered the practice room forced you to suck it up. The other members greeted you cheerfully, and their faces lit up when they spotted the bag of food in your hand.

“I missed you so much (Y/n),” Jaemin said. He spun you around in a hug that left you feeling a bit uneasy due to your headache. But you tried to push it off, not wanting to dampen the joyful atmosphere.

As you sat with the boys, you slowly started to realize that you weren't feeling any better. The fatigue and discomfort seemed to intensify, making it challenging to keep up with their energy.

Mark was the first to notice your lack of presence in the group. “Are you okay, (Y/n)? You look a little pale.”

“I—I’m fine. Just a little tired,” You mustered a weak smile as you gathered everyone’s trash to throw away. But as soon as you got up, the room started to spin.

Jaemin and the others stood panicked when they saw you lose balance. Luckily, Jaemin reacted quickly and caught you when your vision blurred out. The new thing you knew, you woke up a few moments later, finding yourself resting on Jaemin’s lap.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he scolded lightly, stroking your hair. “You scared me.”

Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes made you feel a little guilty. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be a burden to you,” you mumbled, slowly sitting up with Jaemin’s help.

Your boyfriend sighed and cupped your face in his hands. “No baby! You’re never a burden to me, especially when it comes to your health.”

Jaemin tried to convince you to go home, worried about your well-being. But you insisted on staying, wanting to support him. Throughout the rest of practice, he kept checking up on you. Despite some teasing and complaints from the other members about how disgusting and cute you guys were, you didn’t pay them much attention.

Seeing how much Jaemin cared for you and how attentive he was to your needs made you feel deeply loved and cherished.

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CHENLE

Gift-giving was Chenle’s love language, and it was something you still haven’t adjusted to. While you appreciated the thoughtfulness behind receiving flowers and stuffed animals from your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. You didn’t like him frequently spending money on you when he could save it for something more important. At the end of the day, you understood that this was Chenle’s way of expressing his love and you didn’t want to diminish that.

One afternoon, the two of you were at an outdoor mall on a date. The initial plan was just to do some window shopping. But there was a clothes shop place that Chenle suggested you guys check out. The two of you walked around the store for a bit and there was a dress that caught your eye. It was a simple plaid black dress adorned with white sleeves. The classic design exuded an elegance that matched your fashion style.

However, your interest was forgotten when you picked up the price tag. There was no way you were going to spend so much money on one dress. Chenle noticed your eyes widening and followed your gaze to the dress you were looking at.

“Oh, that would look so cute on you,” he remarked.

You smiled sheepishly and let go of the fabric. “Yeah, but it’s pretty expensive. I don’t think I should buy it.”

Chenle smiled and swung his arm around your shoulder. “Who says you’re buying the dress? Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

A frown immediately tugged at your lips. The idea of him paying already made you feel bad. Even if the dress was nice, you were perfectly fine with not having it.

“Chenle, you don’t have to do that. I’m not worth this,” you said quietly. The carefree expression on Chenle’s face turned to one of confusion.

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?” he asked. “You’re worth every cent of my money and love.”

“But I don’t want to burden you,” you emphasized. “It’s just a dress Chenle, I don’t need it.”

Sighing softly, Chenle cupped your cheeks into his hands, making sure you were looking into his eyes. “Listen here future Mrs. Zhong, you are not a burden or anything of the sort. You’re worthy of anything in this world and I will prove it to you at any cost.”

His words caused heat to rise to your cheeks. But when you lowered your head in embarrassment, Chenle brought your face back up and kissed you. He couldn’t care less about the nearby customers who were now staring at you two.

Feeling even more flustered, you pulled away in surprise. “Zhong Chenle, you can’t just kiss me in front of all these people!”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you again, you’re going to come with me to check this out.” Your boyfriend smiled mischievously and took the dress off the rack.

Any more protests from you went ignored, as the boy was already taking your hand and leading you to the checkout area. Chenle was definitely something else, always managing to surprise you with his spontaneous and caring nature. But you were grateful to have such a loving boyfriend. You could always count on him to make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

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JISUNG

He was just roaming around your apartment as you were in the kitchen making instant ramen for the two of you. It was Jisung’s second time visiting, and he wanted to become more familiar with your living space. He wandered into the bedroom, instantly picking up on how everything was so neat and tidy. He smiled when he spotted a framed picture of him on your nightstand. Seeing the photograph there filled him with warmth, knowing that you held him close to your heart.

However, he also noticed a small black journal on your nightstand. Curious, he picked up the object and opened it absentmindedly. His eyes quickly widened in horror as he read the top words on the second page.

It was a list of the things you didn't like about yourself. His heart sank as he saw pages filled with bullet points, each one representing the insecurities you carried within. Dread filled him as he skimmed over the reasons that varied from your looks to what you perceived as flaws.

What hurt him the most was the last one on the bottom, which said: “I am a burden to everyone around me.” The weight of those words hit him like a tidal wave, leaving his heart heavy with a mix of sadness and anguish.

“Jisung what are you—” You entered the room, wondering what he was doing in here.

Your body froze when you saw the notebook clutched tightly in his hands. The sight immediately filled you with panic, uncertain of how much he read.

Jisung glanced up, looking like he was about to cry. “(Y/n), do you really think you’re a burden?”

The sadness in his tone only confirmed your fears and caused a wave of vulnerability to wash over you. You took a hesitant step closer, wanting to reach out and comfort him, yet also feeling exposed and uncertain of how to respond. But when tears began to spill out of Jisung’s eyes, you rushed to his side.

“Baby I—” You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat.

"Was there something I did or said to make you think that?" He fretted, his brows furrowing with genuine concern.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him. “No, you didn’t do anything Jisungie. It’s just me that’s the problem.”

Hearing your confession only made him feel worse. The realization that you had been struggling with these feelings of, and he didn’t know killed him. As your boyfriend, he felt responsible for not being there to show how much you meant to him.

“(Y/n), I…I love you so much,” Jisung cried, his voice muffled against your shirt. “You’re never a burden to me or…or anyone. Please don’t think that way.”

You slowly exhaled, offering soothing pats on the boy’s back as you tried to comfort him. Seeing how deeply upset Jisung was about this surprised you. It took a few minutes for you to get him to stop crying. You rocked him back and forth in your embrace, pressing kisses into his hair and whispering apologies. Once he calmed down, you promised Jisung you’d work on being less critical of yourself and be more open about your feelings with him.

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thedvilsinthedetails · 2 months

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Microfic for @wolfstarmicrofic written with the prompt ‘ardent’

Word count: 684

(split this in two halves, second half coming out tmrw)

EDIT: second half here

“Mm I’ve come to an important conclusion. I’m completely irresistible.”

Sirius proudly announced with a grin. They were all sat in the common room, Sirius leaning against James on the sofa. Remus was sat in the arm chair next to him, on his other side Lily, Mary and Peter were taking up the other sofa.

Peter and Lily looked at each other comically before turning and raising their eyebrows at him.

“Sorry yeah, I’m irresistible to everyone that experiences attraction to men.”

Mary laughed then.

“Sure you are.”

Sirius huffed out angrily.

“I am! I’ll prove it to you.”

“Oh please, been there done that. I’m just saying irresistible to everyone who feels attraction to men might be a stretch.”

Sirius whipped his head round to James.

“Tell her she’s wrong.”

“Of course she’s wrong, if I didn’t have an amazing and super hot boyfriend already I’d definitely be a Sirius Black groupie full time.”

“You basically already are.”

Remus chuckled, gesturing at the array of multicoloured hair bands James had around his wrist for Sirius to tie his hair up with at every given moment because Sirius never remembered to bring any. James was an ardent Sirius Black supporter.

That’s when Remus knew he’d made a mistake, the moment Sirius’ eyes landed on him they sparkled mischievously.

“Moony you’re perfect!”

“Huh?”

“I’ll prove it by getting you to kiss me. One month, if Moony hasn’t kissed me by the end of the month I’ll- I’ll cut my hair short! I bet you.”

Everyone gasped. Sirius’ hair was- well- it was Sirius’ hair.

They were all a bit drunk, Remus had thought it would pass. He’d be fine. The urge to kiss Sirius senseless was something he’d learnt to control early. Remus. would. be. fine.

•••

Remus wasn’t fine. It hadn’t passed at all, in fact it seemed to grow every day. And Sirius was good at it, bloody good at it all. Remus was lanky and awkward, he didn’t flirt. Sirius did though, really fucking well. It had begun with small touches to his arm as Sirius let out little laughs and squinted smiles, hands lingering just a bit longer than it ought to, trailing down to his own hand before dropping away.

Then it was Sirius wearing Remus’ jumper that was far too big for him, practically swallowing him up as he leaned forward, against Remus as they watched television. A little contented hum as he dropped his head onto Remus’ shoulder and nestled his head against his neck.

Then Sirius started getting bored of subtly.

•••

“Moooony.”

Sirius smiled lazily as Remus entered the dorm room, eyes twinkling.

He was dressed in a white tank top, far too tightly fitted for Remus’ sanity. His leather jacket was discarded next to him on the bed where he was sat cross legged in little faded black denim shorts.

“Help me braid my hair, would you? It’s sooo hot today, for once in like the entirety of English history. I can’t have it against my neck.”

Remus nodded and Sirius flashed him another cheeky grin. They were both well aware it was only 20°C. Well aware Sirius could braid his own hair. Well aware that whenever he was hot he actually put it up in haphazard top knots, not braids. Still Remus walked towards Sirius, sitting himself down gingerly next to him.

He gathered Sirius’ thick black hair at the nape of his neck, trying to ignore the jolt of electricity when his fingers brushed against warm ivory skin, trying to ignore the little sigh Sirius gave at the touch, trying to ignore how soft the glossy black hair was and how badly he wanted to just run his hands through it. He braided it quickly. It wasn’t very good, he knew. Remus was pretty shit at hairstyles honestly. It didn’t stop Sirius from biting his lip, gaze slipping to Remus’ lips as he thanked him. Leaning close and whispering so Remus could feel the warm breath against his face.

“Moony you’re just the best.”

As soon as he could, Remus fucking fled the room.

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very-lonely-ghost · 4 months

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Lip Biter

Parring: Mizu x reader - established relationship

Warming: SFW, Fluff, Blood, Fighting, Lip biting, Swearing, slight hits to sexual themes,

About: you had a lip biting habit and not in the sexual way in the way where you would peel the skin of your lips and bite them will they bleed. Mizu being the good partner she is helps you with your habits.

word count: 0.8K

A/N: Hello again, this idea popped up in my head because I am a lip biter, so I wrote this and desisted to share it with you all. So, enjoy. :)

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Mizu and you had been together for a while, and over that time you learn little nicks that each of you have. One thing Mizu noticed about you was that you bite your lip a lot. Not in a seductive way but in a way, you would bite the skin of your lips off.

There had been sometimes where you bit and tear off skin from your lip to the point it bleeds.

There was one time in particular when you did it though.

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It was a normal day, where you worked on something while Mizu sat with you relaxing from a day of traveling. You were biting your lip thinking hard on what you were working on.

You kept scraping your teeth along your lips to the point where you tore up some skin. Though it didn’t stop you. You kept doing it til you tasted blood in our mouth.

You grumbled and Mizu looked over at you. She saw your sad eyes and looked to your lips to see the blood dripping from them. She smiles sadly, then shuffles over to you to help with it.

“I’ sorry I didn’t mean to-” You started looking to the side

“It’s ok love, I know you don't mean to do it.” She said tilting your head to her.

Something you had noticed over the time you had been with Mizu is that she is very soft and kind. You honestly couldn't tell at all why people called her a demon.

You melted into her touch and looked at her with sadness. You were upset that you couldn’t stop your habit.

“I try to, but I can’t stop it. No matter what I-” Mizu cut off your rambling with a soft kiss to your lips. It truly shut you up as you closed your eyes kissing her back. Mizu licked the blood from your lips and then retreated to her stop.

“Again love, it's ok” She smiled at you. A light blush rushed across your face from Mizu’s act.

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Though it made her a bit upset that it would hurt you sometimes, she understood it was a habit that you had for a while. To be honest with herself she kind of adored your cracked lips and how you licked them a lot trying to stop yourself from biting them.

She also couldn't help how cute it was when you bit too hard so your lip bled. She couldn’t help how cute you looked when you looked at her with those sad eyes as blood dyed your lips a bright red.

Though she kinda adored how cute you looked when looking at her with a bleeding lip she trys to help you from hurting yourself.

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You were leaning against a beam as Ringo and Taigen bickered about who knows what. You had spaced out and started to bite your lip as you offended did.

Mizu walked in the room to see what the two of the men fighting were about. Though when her eyes saw you, she stopped and smiled to herself, till she noticed you spaced out and biting your lip. She smiled softly, forgetting about the two idiots and going to you instead.

As you were spaced you didn't hear or take in Mizu’s presents.

Mizu realized that and figured you were truly out of it. Now knowing what to do, she went to you and cupped your face to bring you in for a soft kiss. It was short but sweet and it brought you back. Well at least to you and Mizu’s little space. You forgot about the two men fighting only focusing on your wonderful partner.

“You were spaced out and biting your lip again love.” She explained with a soft voice she only used with you.

It warmed your heart and made the tips of your ears a slight red.

Though the moment was ruined when….

“GET A ROOM” Yelled out Taigen look at you and Mizu.

Mizued looked at him with a pissed off expression, as you hid your face in her chest.

“Oh, don’t even act like you're so innocent either.” She spat with venom. “We don’t want to hear you, dipshit.”

The two of them now got into an argument though Mizu’s arms raped around you. It made you feel safe and forget about the yelling. She held onto you tight, keeping you close as she yelled at Taigen.

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In the end she solved your lip biting and was patient and helpful with trying to break your habit. She never made you feel bad about your habit, she always made you feel like you are doing the best you can. You honestly couldn’t ask for anyone better. Neith could Mizu. You were made for each other and loved it very much.

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A/N Thank you please tell me if you have any ideas and Have a Nice day.

#love #mizu x reader #mizu #blue eye samurai #crush x reader #mizu x you #mizu x y/n #mizu blue eye samurai #the blue eyed samurai #lonely ghost #lip biting #lip biter #kisses #sfw #fluff #sfw fluff #new

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ilovepedro · 6 months

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Deja Vú | javier pena x f!reader

Series masterlist | Main masterlist

Chapter 2 - ‘Cause in my mind I want you here

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Chapter summary: After a long day, you schedule your date with Chris. The next day, you decide you need a distraction: shopping. While shopping for something suitable for your upcoming date, strange coincidences occur throughout the day, including an encounter with Cassandra and Javier.

Chapter warnings: reader has some bouts of deja vu (hehehe), reader spirals a lot in this chapter, flirting, no smut (stay with me now!), miscommunication trope, encounter with Cassandra, encounter with Javi, angst, mutual pining, Javi is still a stupid, oblivious asshole because he's a man, reader speaks and understands Spanish, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, translations available at end of chapter.

Word count: ~3.1k

A/N: i know, still no smut, but bear with me! i promise the third and final chapter will be smut galore! i just have to set the story up so they can have narsty, in-love, makeup sex :P not beta’d, all mistakes are my own

Divider by @saradika

You reach your apartment building again, wheeling your cart down through the lobby and to the stairs. Exhaustion creeps up on you as you replay all the events from today in your head, every emotion racing through your mind. You stop yourself before you can spiral, reminding yourself of Chris - eager to have a better night.

Arriving at your door, you unlock it and lug all your groceries inside. You quickly put everything away and head into the bathroom. You turn the shower on and twist the knob to the hottest setting, stripping down while it heats up. Entering the shower, you bask in the scalding water as it washes off the events of this shitty day. Stepping out of the shower, you wrap yourself in your towel and apply your skincare. Feeling refreshed, you saunter into your bedroom. Normally, you slip on a t-shirt Javi’s left behind, but that’s out of the question.

Sporting a tank top and sleep shorts, you walk into the kitchen and pour yourself a healthy glass of wine. The bottle already opened from sharing it with Javi two days ago on Sunday before hooking up. With all the strength in your being, you push past the urge to spiral. Downing the wine, you refill your glass to the brim - you deserve it.

As you whip around to settle on the couch with your wine and a movie, your phone rings. You roll your eyes, not in the mood to talk to anybody, and sigh as you pick up the phone. “Hello?” Your voice is monotonous and blasé. “Hi. This is Chris Feistl, from the market earlier.” Your eyes go wide at the sound of his voice.

“Oh hi! I’m so sorry if I sounded rude just now! Long day,” you mutter apologetically. “No worries. Trust me, I get it,” he says. “So… were you thinking of me the rest of the day?” You playfully tease, a real grin on your face now. “I sure was, if I’m honestly speaking. You’re just really beautiful and I couldn’t get you out of my head,” he confidently says.

Heat courses through your veins as you grow flustered from his boldness. It feels nice to be truly wanted, however you can’t help but feel a little guilty for not thinking of him for the majority of the day. Having mostly served as a distraction from Javi. “Hello? You still there?” Chris’ voice pulls you out of your trance. You’ve got to stop spacing out.

“Hi! Yes, sorry, I’m here,” you meekly say. “Sorry, did I come on too strong?” You can hear the confidence waver in his voice. “No, no! Not at all, you’re very charming. I’m just not used to being flirted with so openly,” you tell him earnestly. “Well, hopefully I can change that. A beautiful woman like you deserves to be showed off,” he says, confidence returning to his voice now.

You smile at his sweetness. “You’re too kind,” feeling bashful. “Are you free on Friday night? I’d love to show you off a bit, if that’s alright with you,” His smile is evident over the phone. “I am free on Friday, and that’s more than alright with me,” you say, biting back your bottom lip. “Awesome. Would you like to have dinner with me? I could either pick you up at 8 or have a car sent to you? Or we could just meet there, whatever you’re comfortable with,” he asks, rambling a bit. “Send a car? Oh, you’re fancy, huh? You didn’t tell me you were rich,” you tease. He barks out a laugh. “No, I’m not rich. My job just provides transportation, so it’s an option if you’d like,” he says through his laughter.

“I’m just messing with you, but I’d love to have dinner with you. And how about I meet you at the restaurant? Then, we’ll see where the night takes us. Who knows… maybe you’ll end up back at my place,” you banter. “Sounds good, like I said, whatever you’re comfortable with. And I like the sound of that,” he smugly says. You can’t help the boisterous laugh that escapes you at his playfulness.

You haven’t laughed all day, so this feels nice - natural. “You have a very pretty laugh,” he says. “Thank you, are you always this smooth?” You meekly ask, his flirting sends another wave of heat through your body. “Only with you.” You smack your lips and roll your eyes, both your smiles evident over the other line as a brief comfortable silence settles over you two.

“So, there’s this really nice restaurant not too far from my job, I can give you the address whenever you’re ready,” he says, breaking the silence. “Give me one second,” you say while scrambling for a pen and paper. “Okay, what’s the address?” He tells you the name and address of the restaurant, you scribble it down.

“Alright, Chris. I’ll let you go. It was so nice talking to you again. I’m looking forward to seeing you. I’ll see you on Friday at 8,” you tell him, smiling into the phone. “Sounds good. It was nice talking to you again too. Looking forward to seeing you too. See you Friday, pretty lady,” he says, bidding you goodbye.

A dreamy sigh escapes you as you place the phone back on the receiver, Javi forgotten once more. You re-read the name of the restaurant again before plopping down on the couch. It looks oddly familiar, like you’d heard or seen the name of it before. The address definitely sounds familiar. Shrugging, you don’t question it further. You turn on the tv and continue to forget about Javi for the rest of your night.

You wake the next morning, static blaring from the tv and with a crick in your neck as you’d fallen asleep on the couch. Stretching and massaging your neck, you rise to your feet to clean the mess you’d left on your coffee table. You pad into the kitchen to put your dirty glass in the sink, and chug a glass of water. The amount of wine you had created a dull ache behind your eyeballs. You prepare and scarf down 2 eggs and some toast with your glass of water.

Waltzing into the bathroom, you freshen up and get ready for the day. While choosing an outfit from your closet, you realize you don’t have anything nearly fancy enough for the restaurant you’ll be going to with Chris on Friday night. You’re off today, so you decide to go shopping for a new outfit while getting dressed.

You slip on your sneakers, grab your purse and keys, and head out on your journey. You cautiously walk through the stairwell and lobby, in fear of bumping into Cassandra, or worse, Javi. Desperately fighting off any thoughts of the two of them, you stroll down to a small boutique not far from your apartment.

Sifting through the racks for what feels like hours, you begin to feel defeated as nothing has caught your eye or wasn’t what you envisioned when you tried it on. You turn to walk out the store 'til something silky shines from the corner of your eye. A satin red dress glistens in the fluorescent light. You rush to grab it off the rack before anyone else can and ask to try it on. You’re led to a fitting room and hope and pray it fits.

It’s a perfect fit, making you feel sexy - never having owned a dress like this before. You wonder what Javi - Chris. You wonder what Chris will think of it, hoping he’ll love it. You’re going out with Chris. You’re shopping for your date with Chris, not Javi. You hadn’t thought about Javi since yesterday and you’re not about to start now. Shaking him from your thoughts, you slip off the dress and hang it back on the hanger. Getting dressed, you wonder how the hell Javi managed to worm his way back into your brain. You gather your things and go to checkout, paying for the dress and making your way home.

Walking home, you spot your friend and favorite vendor, Ana. She’s the woman you buy cocadas from. You smile and wave to her. “Hola Ana!” You say, politely while walking up to her. “Hola mija! Cómo estás? Cómo estaban las cocadas?” She asks. You tense up at the innocent question, reminded of Javi again. “Bien y usted? Y las cocadas muy bien! Estaban delicioso como siempre,” you tell her, fighting back the urge to frown. “Bien mija, gracias. Y toma un poco más, para ti y Javier!”

At the mention of his name, you see a man in a pink shirt from the corner of your eye - you’d know that pink shirt anywhere. Of course he’d be here when you’re trying to avoid him. You can’t contain the gasp that escapes you as you stare at the man. “Qué pasó, mija? Está todo bien?” Ana’s voice brings you back down to Earth, making you catch a better glimpse of the man in pink. He's wearing sunglasses, but not aviators - and he's shorter than Javi.

Realizing it’s not Javi, you sigh in relief. “Lo siento, Ana. Me pareció ver algo, una niña casi se cae,” you apologize, lying in the midst to avoid explaining what’s going on with Javi. “Está bien. Bueno, toma un poco más por favor,” she tells you, holding out a fresh bag of cocadas. She is too sweet for her own good.

“Estas segura? Déjame pagarte, por favor,” “No es problema, mija. Eres mi cliente favorita,” she says with a reassuring smile and a wink. Your heart melts at her kindness, reluctantly taking the bag from her. “Muchas gracias, Ana,” you say, reaching to embrace her. “De nada, mija. Que tenga un buen día, ok? Y dale a Javier mi amor,” she says. Your lips pull into a tense smile at the mention of him again and the use of the word 'love.' “Lo haré. Que tenga un buen día!” You say, unintentionally rushing home as your feet carry you faster than normal.

You pull out your keys and open the main entrance. Sighing, you mindlessly rub your hands over your face as you try to process your almost-meltdown earlier. As you walk up the stairs and onto the second floor, you hear a woman laughing from downstairs - that same familiar laughter from yesterday. You still, tensing up in the hallway.

Your feet move before you can realize it and you peek over the railing of the stairs. There she is - the same woman who was with Javi in the lobby. A small gasp escapes you and you move to scurry away, but not before you drop your keys to the tile floor in the quiet building, causing a loud clang and garnering unwanted attention. The conversation downstairs stops, the people looking up to find the source of commotion.

The woman spots you, making direct eye contact with you. She gives you a blank stare while the man she’s talking to says hello to you. “Hola, mija. Estás bien?” Your downstairs neighbor, Mr. Sanchez, greets you. “Hola señor Sanchez. Sí, estoy bien. Lo siento para el ruido,” you politely say, flashing him and the woman an apologetic smile as you pick up your keys. “Está bien, mija. Esta es mi sobrina Cassandra.”

You shoot her a polite smile. “Hola Cassandra.” “Hola,” she bites, glaring at you. Her coldness catches you by surprise. You suspect she remembers you from earlier. Her uncle scolds her rudeness, oblivious to tension in the air.

“Cómo estás, mija? Hace tiempo que no te veo.” He says with a smile, shifting the conversation towards him. “Yo sé, lo siento. Necesito visitar más pero estoy bien. Y usted?” “Bien, mija. Gracias. Y sí, ven a cenar pronto!” He says enthusiastically. “Eso estaría bien, lo haré. Bueno… que tengan un buen dia, señor Sanchez y Cassandra,” you say. “Gracias, mija. Y usted también,” Mr. Sanchez says with a smile and a wave. Cassandra doesn’t say anything, her arms crossed and her hardened gaze fixated on you.

You turn and exhale a deep sigh, making your way to your apartment. All you want to do is hide away from the world after another weird day. With your gaze turned down to the floor, you don’t see the person in the hallway before bumping into them. You stumble back, a hand catching you before you hit the ground. “Lo siento mu-,” you begin to apologize, stopping midway as you look up. Javi stands before you, funnily enough in the pink shirt you thought you saw earlier.

Gasping, you yank your arm out of his grasp as if you’d been burned. “You okay?” He asks. “I’m fine,” you bite. You want to leave, but your feet are glued to the floor. “How are you, cariño?” He awkwardly asks. The nickname snaps you out of it, taking a step forward. “Why do you care? And stop calling me that,” you grit, pushing a finger into his chest. “Why do I care? So, I can’t ask how you’re doing anymore either?” He asks. “I said I'm fine,” you seethe. “That's not what I meant and you know it. You’re my best friend, and I know when something’s wrong," he says. “Do I know what you mean?" You sarcastically ask, already tired of this conversation. "Huh? I haven’t spoken to you since yesterday morning. I’m just trying to figure out why you shut me out with no explanation,” he says firmly, genuinely offended by your words. "I don’t owe you an explanation, the same way you don’t owe me one,” you respond curtly, attempting to leave. “An explanation? What do I need to explain?” He asks, genuinely confused. You open your mouth to go off on him, but are cut off before you can speak.

“Javier!” You hear that same voice, the one you heard just moments ago. You twirl around and see Cassandra standing at the end of the hall. Javi looks like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of what to do. The bitterness creeps up in your throat like bile. “Have fun with your new best friend, since you only want to fuck them anyway,” you spit, tears welling in your eyes as you push past him. Of course she’s here to see him again. He must be on lunch, seeing her on his break.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tears sting in the corner of your eyes, scoffing at his words as you whip back around to face him. “Please don’t play dumb with me, Javier. Oh, and these are for you, just as promised. Ana says hi, by the way,” you tell him, aggressively shoving the cocadas into his hold. You turn to storm off.

“Querida,” he says, defeat and confusion lacing his voice. “Stop! Just… please. Leave me alone, Javier,” your choke out, voice hoarse and trembling, barely above a whisper. You practically sprint to your apartment. Javi internally battles the urge to go after you, ultimately choosing to leave you alone. His brain short-circuits as he tries to figure out what your words meant. He recalls your words from Sunday night, confused as you’d said he could see other people. “Hola, Javier,” Cassandra purrs in his ear, pulling him out of his trance. “Hola, Cassandra,” he sighs, giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek. He sneaks one last look down the hall.

You reach your apartment. Regrettably, you steal a glance down the hallway. You feel your heart crack into a million pieces. Javi and Cassandra stand there in an embrace, his lips brushing against her cheek as she smiles. Javi looks down the hall and makes direct eye contact with you. Your bottom lip wobbles as his brows scrunch together and his lips droop. You run inside and throw the bag that contains your dress on the counter, finally allowing the tears you’ve been holding back to cascade down your face. Rushing to your bedroom, you plop down onto your bed and curl into a ball as sobs wrack your body.

Your mind races with a million thoughts. How did Cassandra meet Javi? She obviously has family members who live in the building, but how did they meet? How long have they known each other? Why is this whole thing bothering you so much? Do you have feelings for Javi? Is that why? And does he have feelings for her? Why does he not have feelings for you? Not that it’d matter. Are you not good enough to be in a relationship with him? Is he embarrassed to be seen with you? What does Cassandra have that you don’t? Why did he lie? Did you do something to upset him? You knew having that conversation two nights ago was a mistake - you knew it wouldn’t go in your favor.

You unintentionally sob yourself into a deep sleep, giving your brain and heart a break from everything. You stir from your slumber, glancing at the clock. It’s 7 o’clock. You accidentally slept for 4 hours. Your head throbs and your eyes burn. You rub your temples to soothe the ache. A knock at your door grabs your attention. Rising from your feet, you pad to the front door and peer into the peephole. No one is there, but you see a bouquet of flowers resting on the floor.

Reluctantly opening your door, you reach for the bouquet and see that there’s a small note attached to the flowers. You remove the note and read what it says, confused as to who would leave you flowers. Chris doesn’t have your address so you have no clue who these could be from.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you so upset with me. I hope we can fix things and go back to the way things were. I miss my best friend. -Javi.”

You can’t contain the bitter scoff that leaves your lips, rolling your eyes and angrily laughing. Taking a step back, you slam the door and lock it. He thinks he can fix everything with fucking flowers? How could he be so oblivious? Rage boils in your blood, shaking as you rip up the note. You toss it in the trash along with the flowers. How fucking dare he?

Dragging yourself to the tap, you pour yourself a glass of water and chug it. While rummaging for ingredients to whip up a quick dinner, you spot the bag with the dress you bought earlier on the counter - before your day went to shit. It reminds you of Chris and the date you have with him in 3 days, a genuine smile makes its way onto your face.

You pull it out of the bag, dinner forgotten as you go to try it on again. The red satin flatters you, feeling sexy as the hem stops mid-thigh and reveals your chest and back. Javi once said red was your col-, you immediately shake that thought from your head. He doesn’t deserve any of your energy. Twirling in the mirror, you feel giddy anticipating your date on Friday. You can’t wait to see Ja - Chris… Chris’ reaction when he sees you in the dress.

Translations:

Cómo estás? - how are you?

Cómo estaban las cocadas? - how were the cocadas?

Bien y usted? - good and you?

Estaban deliciosos como siempre - they were delicious as always

Toma un poco más, para ti y Javier - take a few more, for you and Javier

Qué pasó, mija? - what happened, mija?

Está todo bien? - is everything okay?

Lo siento, Ana. Me pareció ver algo, una niña casi se cae - i’m sorry Ana. i thought i saw something, a little girl almost fell

Estas segura? - are you sure?

Déjame pagarte por favor - let me pay you please

No es problema, eres mi cliente favorita - it’s no problem, you’re my favorite customer

Que tenga un buen día - have a good day

Dale a Javier mi amor - give Javier my love

Lo haré - i will

Lo siento para el ruido - sorry for the noise

Está es mi sobrina - this is my niece

Hace tiempo que no te veo - i haven’t seen you in a while

Necesito visitar más - i need to visit more

Ven a cenar pronto - come over for dinner soon

Eso estaría bien - that would be nice

Javi is such a stupid jackass, i’m sorry y’all 😭

but i hope y'all are enjoying the buildup! the third and final chapter is when shit is going to hit the fan! 🤭

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neonghostlights · 1 year

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Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Probably incorrect car talk, brief mention of blood and nightmares, I really can’t think of anything else, if I missed anything let me know. 18 + only for my blog, minors DNI

Wordcount: 3.4k

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Part Four

Tuesday, September 16th, 1986

Today was your first day of your new job at Family Video.

You didn’t think you would actually turn in the application but it took just one more bad day at the daycare for you to find yourself stopping by on your way home and basically forcing the application into the hand of the girl behind the counter.

They ended up calling you that same day, maybe just an hour later, to offer you the job. After a very brief phone interview with your new manager, Steve, you were in. Even calling it an interview was generous, he basically just asked for your availability and gave you your start date. He seemed professional over the phone. Not exactly rude but he kept his words short and to the point.

By how quick he hired you, they must be really desperate for help.

You rushed through the house, trying your best not to be late on your first day. Steve seemed nice but from what you remembered, which wasn’t much, he was a real dick in high school. Hopefully he wasn’t the same now.

Honestly the only reason you slightly remembered who he was because of how popular he is in the town. Even your mom knew who he was since she goes to church and is in a book club with his mom.

You threw on your jacket and grabbed your bag and keys before practically running through the front door and jumping into your car.

You turn the key in the ignition once, twice, and then a third just to be met with a strange clicking sound. You pull the key out to examine it just in case there was some defect that magically appeared overnight. You stick the key back in for another unsuccessful try just to groan and throw your head back into the headrest.

Today was going to be a great first day.

After an awkward car ride with your mom, who was still pestering you about your personal medical decisions, you finally made it to Family Video. Your mom was furious to find out that you had left the daycare for a lower paying job. She had even tried to bribe you to just go back home, saying that she would pay any bills. You were already cutting into the inheritance left to you by your father to take care of any bills your paycheck wasn’t covering, so taking any money from her felt like a cop out.

You leapt from the car as soon as she put it in park and practically ran to the front door of the store, happy to escape her nagging voice.

The girl behind the counter, who you still had no clue what her name was, smiled at you brightly and waved. Steve on the other hand kept his features cool and his arms crossed. You were practically panting and sweating by the time you made it to the wooden counter.

“You’re late,” Steve said immediately in a dry tone.

“I know. I am so sorry but my car wouldn’t start so my mom had to pick me up and she is not the fastest driver in town. It won’t happen again,” you rushed out.

Steve nodded silently before leading you to the back room to put your things down. He wordlessly handed you a vest with your name tag as well as an employee handbook.

“Take the handbook home with you to look over. Your schedule is in there as well. I have things to do back here today so you’ll be up at the front with Robin for training. If you have any questions just ask her,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, questioning if this was the right decision. Your coworkers at the daycare weren’t always sunshine and rainbows but at least they would say hello to you or even crack a smile.

This guy just seemed like an asshole.

Steve nodded to the door that led back to the front, silently dismissing you. You scurried away and pulled on your vest and name tag.

After a few hours of stocking and learning how to use the cash register from Robin, your mood had lightened. The day was slow, which Robin said was normal for a Tuesday. Her relentless chattering about anything and everything made the time go by a little faster though.

You had both talked all morning and gotten to know each other a little bit. You were surprised to learn that you had actually gone to school and shared a few classes together.

“So,” Robin said as she leaned against the counter beside you while you waited for Steve to relieve you both for a break, “I heard you say you were having car issues this morning.”

You sighed, good mood ruined at the thought of your car giving up on you. “Yeah, it just wouldn’t start at all. I need to call a few mechanics around town and see if I can tow it to them.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought, already dreading the migraine inducing conversations that you would have.

A sly grin spread across Robin’s face before she twisted her head around as if she was confirming no one could hear what she was about to say. “I know someone actually that’s pretty good with cars. He wont charge you an arm and a leg either. Plus, I can almost guarantee that instead of towing it, he can come to you to work on it,” she said with a whisper.

You tilted your head as you thought. It would make things significantly easier for you for the mechanic to come to you instead. “Are you sure they’d be able to do that for me?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, he will definitely have no problem at all with doing it for you,” she said in a voice that you didn’t understand, almost like something was funny about what she had just said. You were probably just misunderstanding her tone. You were slowly starting to grasp Robin’s personality but sometimes you had a hard time keeping up.

She grabbed your handbook that Steve had given you and flipped to the first page to look at your schedule. “Looks like you're off tomorrow! Perfect. Should I tell him to come by anytime?”

“Yes. That would be perfect. Thank you so much,” you said as you grabbed a sticky note to scribble your address and phone number down on.

Robin smiled down at your cursive writing on the sticky note until Steve walked in to relieve you for break. At the sight of him, she quickly shoved the paper into her pocket and picked up a movie like she was reading the back of it.

“Robin, what was that?” He asked. His tone was more playful and kind with her than it was with you. You tried not to let that bother you.

“Nothing! Let's go eat,” she said quickly before turning to you and miming zipping her lips.

Weird.

You were up early the next day. Partly because you didn’t know what time the guy was coming to look at your car, and partly because you had another nightmare about the person bleeding out from their wounds and not being able to help them. The icing on the cake was that you had woken up with a killer headache too, which you were currently trying to medicate with a big steaming cup of coffee.

Not even your trick of listening to music was helping the pounding in your temples today. You just hoped when the mechanic showed up that you would be able to form a coherent sentence.

It was around 11 when you heard the rumbling of an engine and loud rock music blasting through a shaky speaker in the distance. You thought nothing of it until you heard it right outside your front door.

You peeked through the blinds of your living room window to see a van parked in your driveway. This must be the mechanic.

The music shut off abruptly as you stepped out the front door and onto the wooden porch. Your house wasn’t too far off of the main road. You had neighbors on both sides of you, but you couldn’t see them through the thick trees that lined your property. You loved privacy and isolation, yet you couldn’t help but think that maybe you should have had your mom come over while the guy was here.

The door to the van squeaked open and the vehicle jostled side to side as the driver climbed out.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as Eddie Munson stepped into view, a small metal toolbox clutched tightly between both of his hands.

This is really who Robin had sent to your home to work on your car? A man that was accused of murder?

You didn’t personally know Eddie, nor did you know the whole story around the murders. He didn’t look like a vicious murderer that you had seen news clips of , and he was found not guilty on all charges.

You were being paranoid for no reason.

But you lived alone. And now he knew where you lived.

He must have seen the conflicted look on your face because he stood still by his van and made no move to approach you. “Hi, Robin said you needed help with your car.”

You cleared your throat and shot a polite smile. “Yes. Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you.” You immediately regretted the words as soon as they came out of your mouth. You didn’t mean to sound so rude. He probably had to deal with rude people everyday, especially with how judgemental this town could be.

He shot you a smile that showed he wasn’t offended by your statement. “Yeah, well. No one expects the metal head to be a mechanic. What’s going on with it?”

You finally moved off of your porch to approach him with your car key in your trembling hand. “It wont start. It just clicks when I try. I honestly don’t know anything about cars so who knows what’s wrong with it,” you said as you pressed the key into his hand, noticing the thick rings on his fingers.

He hummed a tune as he walked to your car and tried to start it himself. He then popped the hood and looked underneath.

“Oh, yeah this is bad,” he called from under the hood.

“How bad?” You asked as you walked up beside him to look for yourself, even though you had no clue what you were looking at.

“I mean you need a few new belts, a battery, an oil change, and who knows what else when I actually start digging around in there.”

“Oh my god. Really?” You pressed a hand to your forehead. You really didn’t need this right now.

“I can fix it but if we have to order parts and stuff it might take me a few weeks give or take,” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“A few weeks?!” You practically yelled. “I have to be able to get back and forth from work. I can’t not have a car for a few weeks.”

“Sorry,” he winced. “But, uh, I actually work at the mechanic shop in town part time. I can probably swing by here and take you back and forth if you want. It’d be no problem.” There was a hopeful note in his voice that you didn’t dwell on. Maybe he was just a super helpful guy.

“No. I can’t ask you to do that. You’re already working on my car for me. I can just get my mom to drive me. Thank you though,” you replied. You didn’t miss the sour face he made at the mention of your mom. “How much do you think it’s going to be? For the parts and labor?”

Eddie shrugged for a moment. “Eh, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Okay,” you sighed. You wished he was able to tell you pricing up front. By the sounds of it, you were really going to have to dip into your savings and inheritance.

Eddie didn’t say anything else as he started pulling at parts under the hood. You took the sign to leave him alone and do his work as you stepped back inside the house.

You watched through the window as Eddie worked non stop on your car. He had pulled off his rings, his hands now covered with oil and dirt. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun low on the back of his head. His metal toolbox laid open beside him, various tools and parts spread around your driveway.

You realized then that you really liked watching Eddie work on a car.

He hadn’t taken a break since you left him outside alone. You felt bad but unsure if he would want company or if he just preferred to be by himself.

You went to the kitchen to quickly put together a sandwich and some chips for him since it didn’t look like he had packed any lunch or snacks. Plus, you really didn’t want him passing out in your driveway from dehydration or something. That would be awkward.

You stuck your head out the front door and yelled his name. He popped his head out from under the hood in surprise, reaching over to turn down his radio when he saw your face.

“I made you a sandwich if that’s okay? I noticed you hadn’t eaten or anything and I thought you might like a break,” you asked shyly, unsure if you were overstepping.

A wide grin spread across his face at your announcement. “You made me a sandwich? I can’t turn that down. Mind if I come inside to wash my hands real quick?”

You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. Your mothers warnings repeated through your head like a blaring alarm. He must have seen you hesitate because he said, “I mean if not that’s okay. I think I’ve got a rag in here or something that I can use to clean up with.” He sauntered towards his van and opened the door.

“No! It’s okay. Of course you can come in,” you called. You held the front door open wider and waved your hand to motion him inside.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything,” he said, apprehensive.

“I’m not uncomfortable. You can come in,” you confirmed with a shy smile, doing your best to keep your voice confident.

His returning grin made your knees weak. For now, you were going to blame that on the head injury. Or maybe you had too much caffeine that day. Those both seemed like reasonable explanations to you.

Eddie eyed the photos and decorations nosily in your living room the second he walked in. A sly smile spread across his face when he noticed your figurine of a duck sitting proudly on your wooden shelf. This wasn’t a normal duck figurine though, he happened to have two ridiculous googly eyes glued onto his face.

“Cute duck. Where’d you get it?” He asked with a low chuckle. He reached out and poked it, causing the eyes to shake back and forth.

“I don’t remember. Bathrooms that way,” you said immediately, pushing him in the right direction.

That stupid duck made you happy every time you looked at it. If he was going to make fun of it, you might just kick him out.

You and Eddie were currently sitting at your kitchen table both eating sandwiches in an awkward silence. You kept catching Eddie taking sneaking glances at you between bites.

The only sound came from the loud ticking of the rooster shaped clock that hung on the yellow painted walls of your kitchen. You loved that clock, it was one of the only things you were able to save from the estate sale your mother held after your grandmother died.

The thing was ridiculous looking, yet you still adored it.

“What made you want to be a mechanic?” You asked to get some relief from the silence.

He took a swig of his lemonade before replying. “Me and my Uncle Wayne used to work on cars together growing up so I picked up a few things. It definitely wasn’t my first choice in jobs but the owner of the garage is a family friend and he was the only one who would hire me after everything…” He trailed off as he looked at you warily like you might run away now that he’s mentioned the elephant in the room. He cleared his throat before he continued, “What made you want to work at Family Video?”

He didn’t seem like he was making fun of you, instead he seemed genuinely curious. “Oh, I worked at a daycare but it wasn’t working out. So I needed a change.”

“Why wasn’t it working out?” He asked before he took another bite.

You rubbed your hands against your pants in an attempt to wipe the clamminess away. This wasn’t something you normally talked about with strangers but if Eddie was going to be spending more time around here then he should know in case you start acting weird. Besides, the more you talked to Eddie the more at ease he made you feel.

“I got hurt in the earthquake. They think I hit my head or something I don’t know.” You purposely leave out the claims of the most recent doctor you had seen, the one that suggested seeing a psychiatrist. You cringed at the memory. “But since then I have had some issues with my memory and headaches. Being around a bunch of screaming kids all day definitely didn’t help,” you sighed.

Eddie looked at you without pity but understanding, it made you feel warm.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how bad is your memory loss?” He asked, his fingers tapped against the table top rhythmically.

“Pretty bad. I don’t remember the whole week leading up to the earthquake. I don’t remember parts of highschool or parts of big holidays or events in the past few years,” you shrugged.

“That must be hard,” Eddie commented.

“It is,” you nodded.

“What did you want to do with your life before that happened?” He asked. Eddie didn’t seem like he was prying for information to gossip about like the ladies your mom was friends with, instead he seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say.

“I wanted to be a teacher. College doesn’t really work when your brain is broken though,” You said with a laugh as you tapped on your temple lightly. “You mentioned that being a mechanic wasn’t your first choice for a job. What was your first choice?”

Eddie let out a laugh as his cheeks turned pink, he seemed embarrassed by what he was getting ready to say. “Don’t laugh. It’s stupid but I wanted to be a rockstar,” he said with a groan as he covered his face with his hands.

Eddie spread his fingers apart so he could peer at you from behind his hands when you didn’t say anything. “Told you it was stupid,” he said, muffled by the placement of his hands.

You shook your head quickly. “No. It’s not stupid. I don’t see why you can’t do that.”

Eddie dropped his hands from his face. “It’s not realistic. Especially not after…everything,” he said with a hint of shame. He lowered his head.

You didn’t expect this conversation between the two of you to grow so deep so quickly.

“Why not at least give it a try? What’s keeping you in Hawkins anyways?” You asked seriously.

The expression on Eddie’s face broke for a brief moment as he stared at you. His eyes seemed to grow watery. You panicked internally. You really didn’t mean to make him cry.

He stood abruptly, making you jump. “Thank you for lunch but I gotta go. I’ll see what parts I can grab for your car. Can I stop back by on Sunday to work on it some more?”

You sat frozen in your seat as you nodded in agreement. He didn’t turn to look at you as he carried his empty plate to the sink and rinsed it off. You wanted to stop him and apologize, tell him that he didn’t need to worry about the plate, but you stopped yourself when you noticed him wipe underneath his eyes quickly with the back of his hand.

Eddie’s avoidance of you was clear, as he left your house without another word.

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rhodesrider · 7 months

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Scary Guard dogs

CG! Damian P. x Little! Bimbo! Plus! Fem! Reader x Platonic! CG! Rhea R.

SFW! 18+ Minors DNI!

Warnings:Some Agere!, some cussing, yelling, interrogation, mentions of poor body imagine and fatphobia.

A sweet girl on a mission, to find a limited edition dress that looked exactly like the one that Margot Robbie was wearing in the Barbie movie in the beginning of the scene of her in the dream house. After she reassured the people she was traveling with that she was find going on her own she stumbled upon the shop that had the exact dress in stalk. Only issue is it wasn’t in her size. Y/N looked at the mannequin through the glass and was dazzled by the beautiful dress. Having at the bottom of the dress the famous B for Barbie stitched at the bottom. She needed it. Her closet was nothing but bratz and Barbie outfits, what she could make and buy. This dress was a piece of her dream.

She went in the store and she looked at the tag for the item number to make it easier for the clerk to find if it has a bigger size. She hurried to the desk and asked the woman nervous of the outcome. “Oh we do actually, check over by the plus area and it should be there in the dresses. I remember putting it away.” The kind woman said pointing her in the direction. Y/N said thank you and quickly went to the spot, seeing the dress there in plain sight. She was so excited ready for the pictures and days out she can wear this with her significant others. But soon she was touched on the shoulder, she quickly turned around seeing a man smiling at her, a complete stranger. “Um hi, im sorry am I in your way?” She asked a bit nervous. “No baby you’re not, I was wondering if I could know you a bit more?” The dude was straight forward but Y/N just blinked and moved past him. “No thank you.” She smiled looking at jackets next ignoring the man. “Why not-“ “I have partners already.” Y/N said plainly still not facing the man who was now getting annoyed. “What’s that have to do with me? You can’t have any friends?” Soon talking stopped all around and Y/N completely ignored him. “Come on girl, I would honestly be doing you a favor.” Y/N stopped but knew not to face him, her ears burned a bit in some anger but she kept the smile on her face. “Plus who knows, you could be just telling a small fib because you’re scared I might hurt you or something. I’m harmless. You don’t have to lie saying you got a boyfriend-“ “Please leave me alone.” Y/N said with a sharp tongue. The dude just rolled his eyes and continued, trying to make conversation as she was searching for accessories with the dress. He peeked seeing the size, 2XL. His nose scrunched up and he smirked, not taking the rejection lightly. “It’s whatever, I don’t date fat bitches anyway.”

Her heart soon felt heavy. She was harassed for minutes by this dirtbag and he starts to harass her about her weight. “Like I said I would be doing a favor for you. Shit I might help you lose all that so you can look more presentable-“ soon his words were cut short. He was up against the wall, Y/N looked up seeing a very angry Damien, and a pissed Rhea. “Pumpkin we were trying to call you, your phone on silent again?” Rhea asking casually as the man that was harassing Y/N was pleading to be let go. Damien didn’t move him, the dudes feet dangling against the wall as he asked for help. The clerk saw the whole thing and was calling security but hung up as she sees that it’s being taken care of. “I’m sorry mama I was focused on the dress…” “It’s ok baby. Use mamas card to get it so we can go.” Rhea smiled and kissed Y/Ns cheek. She nodded and went to the counter with a sad look on her face.

“Odiaría manchar el suelo con sangre, simplemente usaré tu cuerpo para limpiarla.”

(“I'd hate to get blood on the floor, I'll just use your body to clean it up.”)

Damien snarled some in anger holding the man up higher. “Wait! wait oh my god what did he say?!” The man asked in fear.

“Damien deja ir a ese cabrón, no vale la pena. siempre y cuando él no la tocara.”

(“Damien let that bastard go, he's not worth it. as long as he didn’t touch her.”)

Rhea said back and he looked at her rolling his eyes. “Whatever.” He groaned. He dropped the man as he was gasping for air. “I suggest you get out my sight before I tear you apart bitch.” Damien said as the dude nodded and got up and out the store. Y/N was waiting as she was looking up at the mannequin with the normal sized dress on. Sighing from the words that the man said and trying to shake it off looking at her dress. “Princess?” Rhea walked up with Damien seeing Y/N looking at the same dress she bought. “Thank you guys, I just…I know you tell me not to let people get to me about my size. It’s just really hard.” Damien smiled and went over hugging Y/N kissing her forehead. “You’re gonna look beautiful in the dress you fit in. You are a beautiful angel to me and Rhea and no one can change that. We love you for who you are cupcake.” Y/N smiled and hugged him back, “Now how about we go home and get you in this to post some pictures? Then after that we watch the Barbie movie again?” She nodded fast and Followed her two guardians along the mall. They stopped making sure that she was in front of them and watched her surroundings. Happy she’s happy.

“We are very lucky Rhea.” Damien smiled. “Very, a shame we didn’t beat that’s dude skull in.” Rhea muttered and on que saw the man that was talking to another woman. He peeked at the two and turned while. They both shot looks in disgust as he was trying to entertain another girl bothering her. Rhea tapped a security guard and pointed at the man explaining what happened, and the mall cop nodded going over to get him out. She smirked at her deed. “Mama!” Y/N called and Rhea went to catch up as they head to the car.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe raw #judgement day #wwe rhea ripley #wwe damian priest #agere post #wwe judgement day

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hyuganejiswife · 2 years

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beauty | neji hyuga x gn reader

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drabble | fluff, angst?, pining if I miss something let me know. I could probably write a part 2 to this

word count: 1,086

Beauty.

Defined as a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.

Beauty was such a strange concept. Its definition was broad and the concept itself was vague. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone had a different definition of beauty.

For Naruto, you’d assume that a bowl of ramen would be next to the word in the dictionary.

For Sasuke, perhaps revenge is equated with that very word.

For Shikamaru, a long nap.

For you?

Neji Hyuga of the well known Hyuga clan.

Maybe that’s where you made your mistake.

You’d admired the man since you’d met him during the exams. He was intimidating to say the least. Just a year above you and yet he was perhaps one of the strongest and most powerful ninjas you’d ever met apart from Sasuke.

He never once acknowledged your existence, but you didn’t mind. Being in his presence was more than enough to sustain you.

But of course, this was years ago.

At the very least now, the two of you spoke quite often, yet you never seemed to make it past “acquaintance.” You didn’t mind, because once again, at least he knew you existed. That was more than enough for you… At least in the past it was.

More and more, do you notice the effects of just barely being acknowledged by the man. It started to take its toll and you found yourself having to force yourself away from the man whenever you found your paths crossed. You couldn’t allow yourself to be distracted by silly feelings that would never be returned.

“Earth to Y/N.” A snap of his fingers has you jumping and Shikamaru holds his hands up in defense. “Woah… Never seen you so jumpy before. Usually it’s Choji overthere.”

You hum unamused at your teammate, dropping your gaze to your glass of water while you wait for your sensei to come join you.

Shikamaru frowns, his brows furrowed as he tries to break down what had gotten you so under the weather in just a matter of moments. “What’s up with you? You know we can’t have you distracted, so whatever it is, you need to handle it like yesterday. We’ll be out on a mission for a month, we need our healer in pique condition.”

“Hopefully you won’t need me at all.”

“That’s besides the point!”

Choji looks up from his appetizers, his eyes flickering between the two of you. He swallows his mouthful, “Honestly, please don’t fight. The last thing we need is tension before the mission too. Just… Try to stay calm.”

“Tell him that.”

“I am calm! What’s that supposed to mean?” Shikamaru immediately gets defensive and once he realizes the point you’d made, he drops his hands to his lap, sighing. “Whatever. This is lame anyway. I’m here if you decide you wanna talk to whatever.”

“Gee, thanks.”

The next morning, after a well needed night of sleep and escape from your thoughts about Neji Hyuga, you find your way to the gates, only pausing mid step when you see the man who’d been consuming your thoughts, illuminated by the glow of the sunrise. He’s there with Rock Lee and TenTen, and you can’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest. You knew it was silly to believe that they’d be seeing you off, let alone Neji himself, but one could hope.

You and Choji come to a stop, surprised to find that Shikamaru wasn’t far behind you, plopping himself down at the foot of a tree as he waited for your sensei to arrive and send the three of you off on your own.

“Hey!” Rock Lee is the first to greet you, rather excitedly, might you add. “Haven’t seen you in ages! How’ve you been?” You can’t help but smile at him. He’s always been so sweet and often offered to train you. In fact, the last you saw each other was just a few days ago for a short sparring session.

“We saw each other on Friday, Lee.” The man goes wide eyed and then taps his chin as if he had to recall that long ago.

“Exactly. Ages.” He grins again and you simply smile, tearing your gaze away to greet his teammates.

“You three heading out?” Your gaze flickers between the two remaining teammates. Neji’s gaze remains unwavering as you look at him. As serious as ever.

TenTen nods, the two of you have never really spoken much before, so it doesn’t surprise you that she keeps her answer short and simple, “Delivering scrolls…”

“Us too. We’re going towards the sound village…”

This seems to get a reaction from Neji but before you can question anything, your sensei shows himself. Funny how he decides to be on time today when last night he was late. You sigh, sparing one last glance at Neji. Now the man doesn’t take his eyes off of you, watching as Asuma greets the three of you. Even when TenTen nudges him, he’s taking in your form, getting a sense of whether you were ready for this mission or not.

At least that’s what he tells himself.

That’s what he’s told himself for years. He was simply checking your chakra, watching your form. And if someone ever told him that he was staring, he was simply examining the competition he had to become the best ninja. He had tried to convince himself for ages that nothing was actually taking place. That he wasn’t conflicted when he saw how close you and his own teammate were together, let alone yourself and Shikamaru. He didn’t even want to think about that.

“You’re staring.”

That’s all he needs to tear his gaze away. His cheeks are flushed and he growls softly, “I was examining their form and chakra. If they didn’t sleep well last night then they’ll end up getting themselves killed and their team killed.”

“Y/N knows what they’re doing. They’d never intentionally do anything to put their team in danger. You and I both know Neji.”

“Yeah.”

You take one last glance over your shoulder and Neji finds that his heart is racing and he wants nothing more than for your mission to end soon and for you to come back safely.

In Neji Hyuga’s dictionary, the word beauty could once been defined by being accepted by his clan.

Today, Neji was beginning to wonder why he was seeing you more and more as something beautiful.

#Bleu.writes #neji x reader #neji hyūga #Neji Naruto #naruto x reader #naruto #neji hyuga x reader #Neji fic #neji imagine

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 2 years

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Prompt 7 of 12 with Nanami Kento (Requested)

Warnings: Drunk Nanami is dangerous to the heart.

You’ve been a jujutsu sorcerer for YEARS, you’ve seen everything.

The terrifying, the disgusting, the downright ridiculous and the outright mad.

Suffice it to say, you’ve seen some shit, but this, this takes the cake, because of all weird, wacky and horrible things, what surprises you most, is finding Nanami Kento outside a bar on your way home from a case, slumped against a wall.

At first, you assumed he’d had his own assignment and made your way over to offer your help, but the moment he looked up, glasses discarded and eyes glazed over, you realised that wasn’t the case.

Still, you didn’t believe your eyes, but couldn’t deny your nose when he stood straight and the smell of alcohol and smoke rolled off him.

‘Uh, Nanami? Were you... drinking?’

‘You sound surprised,’

Was he...smiling? Freely, with flushed cheeks and blood shot eyes and a slouch to his regularly perfect posture. Is that a tear in his jacket? Where in the world is his tie?

‘Probably because I am!’ You mutter jovially. ‘You good? Know your way home?’

Not that you were letting him take himself home from this.

Kento sighs, shoulders relaxed as he runs a hand through his hair. ‘Not really, I don’t think this was the bar I started out in. Gojo started it, and I’m...not entirely sure where he ended up either.’

‘Meh, he’ll live.’ You shrug, glancing at your phone to check the time. ‘It’s three in the morning, and we’re on the other side of the city. I’ve got a hotel booked down the road, might be easier just to head there.’

‘Honestly (Y/N),’ as he chuckled, Nanami swayed precariously on his feet, ‘I’ll follow you.’

‘Come on then, Mr Perfect.’ You wink flirtatiously, linking your arm through his, only to realise it would be easier to throw his arm over your shoulders and help steady him. ‘Not far to go.’

A series of unintelligible garbles is all that Nanami replies with, muttering the tail-ends of random thoughts falling sporadically from his lips as you completed your short trip to the hotel room you’d set up in for the night. Tokyo’s a big city, and you can’t stand commuting.

The woman behind the desk doesn’t ask, barely even looks up long enough to see you flash her your room key and a heart stopping smile on your way to the elevator. It’s the graveyard shift, you can’t blame her, but judging from the resting bitch face, she earned the shift.

Kento dropped his head on your shoulder, his breath gently fanning against your skin.

It was so far out of character for him that you genuinely had no idea what to do with yourself. You’ve been flirting with the man since the day you met him, and the longer it went on, the more serious that flirting became. Your feelings for him were a secret to no one, but he’s never reciprocated in any satisfactory way.

Not like this...

The moment you shut the room door behind you, Kento slides onto the bed, starfishing across the king-size sheets.

‘Oi, you do realize you smell like a bar, right?’ You called playfully, throwing off your jacket and gloves. ‘At least shower and go puke before you pass out drunk.’

‘As if you don’t stink yourself into your sheets every night. By now I've come to accept that you’re just scent marking.’

‘Oh, fuck you.’

‘Mmn, fuck me.’

Eyes going wide, you blinked and pinched your thigh. ‘What?’

Kento slid back against the headboard, letting it prop him up. ‘What?’

‘I asked you first! And you said a swear word other than shit!’

Your voice cracked, throat constricted at the sight of the man you’ve been head over heels for since you were in school, perfectly, beautifully, deliciously dishevelled and looking at you with those stunning eyes of his.

‘Never known you to turn down a challenge, (Y/N),’ before your very eyes, Nanami Kento winked, and lazily patted his thigh, ‘What, never expected me to call your bluff?’

‘You’re drunk, and my feelings aren’t a joke, no matter how much I treat them like they are.’

The smile on his face falls away, it’s as if he’s sobered all at once. ‘You’re not a joke, you never were. If anything, I’m the joke for needing something as ridiculous as alcohol to have the courage to say what you’ve been showing for years.’

‘...what?’

Kento sighs, his lips curved in a smile you could only call adoring.

‘I love you too.’

@mystikawi

#jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #teeth rotting fluff #gnreader #nanami kento x reader #nanami fluff

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snickerdoodlles · 6 months

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Trick or treat!! <333

(sorry if i already swung by with a tot request. i honestly can't remember 🥲)

no such thing as not enough tricking or treating!! here's more of this one! so also tagging @arewedoneyet because i didn't mean to give u such a short snippet, i was just really busy and very tired yesterday > <;;

Chay swings their hands again, squeezing gently. “Guilt aside, I am grateful.” Chay’s cheeks darken as his eyes swing between Kim and their surroundings and back again shyly. “I like spending time with you.”

Kim’s own face feels hot as he forcibly swallows back his instinctive responses of spend all time with me and stay with me forever and I’d go everywhere with you. It’s getting harder to hold himself back these days. Especially at times like this, when Chay looks at him so fondly and Kim feels like he’s ready to burst.

They round the final corner and there the bus stop stands, as mundane as everyday and Kim’s most hated foe. His spite spikes when Chay perks up at the sight of it as well, and Kim slows down until he’s an anchor dragging down Chay, stealing precious more seconds and hiding his theft with pouts and other dramatics.

Chay laughs. The sky has filled with dark grey crowds since they began their walk, the dregs of sunshine pushing through turning everything color rich, and Chay glows with it. Kim hungers.

The first drop of rain is a surprise and a shock. Between one startled blink and the next, the last rays of sunshine are swallowed up and the clouds break. Kim hisses and Chay gasps at the rapidly increasingly downpour and Kim ushers Chay under the bus stop’s overhead. The rain is thunderous against the thin tin roof, and Kim has to press close to Chay to hear him.

“Kim!” Chay protests anyways, “I’m all wet!”

“I know,” Kim says unhappily. He loops his arm around Chay’s waist and pulls until Chay’s pressed entirely down his side. Chay’s clothes gently steam everywhere they touch. Chay’s hand presses against his chest, not strong enough to push them apart but about to if his worried frown is any indicator.

Kim pulls his hand away and tightens his hold with an eye-roll. “I’m fine Chay, I’m not a candle.”

Chay’s worry doesn’t budge, but he doesn’t try to pull away either. “I just don’t like leaving you out in this,” he says with a frown.

“I could still come with you,” Kim tries again. Not that he really wants Chay doing anything less than playing hooky today, tomorrow, and every day, but Kim’s trying to be better about that sort of thing.

Chay smacks Kim’s chest with a half-laugh, half-huff and starts digging through his bag. “Don’t be silly, then you’ll be stuck waiting for me all day!” Kim will still be doing that, just further away, but he’s struggles to explain that before Chay lets out a triumphant ah-hah! and holds out an umbrella.

Kim frowns and doesn’t take it. “You’re staying out all day.”

Chay rolls his eyes and pushes it into Kim’s hand. “Why do I care about rain? I brought it for you.”

All of Kim’s schemes to steal more minutes from Chay dissipate like steam.

“For me?”

Chay snorts and forces Kim to take the umbrella. “Yes, you dork, of course I did.”

Of course, he says. Kim looks out at the misty downpour and tries not to shake as the words rattle through him. Of course he did.

Kim’s second personal nemesis appears through the gloom, but the bus’s arrival is softened by Chay giving him a smile and a squeeze goodbye before he boards. Kim watches him leave silently and unblinkingly, continues staring out into the rain long after the bus’s tail-lights have faded into the mist.

When Kim finally steps back out into the rain, this time safely sequestered under Chay’s umbrella, the drop of sound from the thunderous barrage on tin to the gentle patter on cloth draws Kim up short again. It’s incredible just how much larger every little thing feels on this small scale. Kim’s so full of wants and feelings he’s shocked he can keep it all inside. Perhaps that’s why he can’t swallow back the lump in his throat, maybe he’s finally reached his max capacity.

Kim swallows back what he can and holds his hand out to catch the rain. His skin hisses and crackles and steams, but Kim doesn’t waver. He waits until his hand is fully blackened and cooled to bring it back and press it against his chest to feel the heart within pound against his ribs.

Already, his skin is beginning to pink. It won’t be long before his hand is once again too hot not to risk further scorching the precious thing. But if there’s one thing Kim’s learned on earth, it’s how to appreciate the seconds.

#kinnporsche #kimchay #au: heart burdened #trick or treat special #i am suddenly v insecure about this one but also too tired to fix ajfhjfjh #HOPE U ENJOY?

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hesthermay · 1 year

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 (𝐏𝐓 𝟏)

PAIRING: obi-wan kenobi x fem!oc reader

SUMMARY: the shrill sound of blaster fire, red and blue shots of light cutting through the deep fog. the call of a trooper to his general, voice almost blending in with the chaos filling her ears. a blue lightsaber, illuminating the form of a quick and nimble jedi. copper hair, soft and somehow still shiny, as her fingers carded through the strands in the dead of night. flashes, these were—visions and dreams plaguing the goddess of the sun; the sun witch; whatever she may be called. viarruh finnall, the queen of orret, knew she was meant to do more for the galaxy, meant to be out there and meant to be with someone, and with the help of a dear friend that is exactly what will happen.

WORD COUNT: 8.9k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, slight angst? female oc, use of she/her, mentions of death, soulmate trope, eventual fix it fic. the clone wars time period.

NOTES: this oc and story has been living in my head for actual months. i love viarruh, and i sincerely hope you all do too! her and obi <3 ugh <3 there will be more to this story, i can’t say how many parts bc i’m honestly just winging it but it will follow the clone wars timeline, but it should be alright if you haven’t seen the show. also! i am planning on posting this story to my wattpad! if there are any inaccuracies or things that aren’t quite right, i’m doing my best! but i’m also flying by the seat of my pants so! oops! anyways feedback is always appreciated love u pookies

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

It was quiet in the Jedi Temple, the long corridor leading to the council room almost deserted; save for the four occupants huddled together.

Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala stood side by side as they attempted to offer small comforts to the pair before them. Time seemed to drag on as they all waited, tucked away next to a large column to retain as much privacy as possible, and nerves were understandably growing stronger.

“Just don’t look at him,” the Jedi Knight offered, holding his hands up as if the answer was so simple. He could not be faulted much, however, because he stuck around even when he had no reason to.

“Don’t look at him? I dream about him every night and you expect me not to look at him?” The woman across from him questioned, incredulous words filling the small space of their circle as her sculpted brows furrowed.

“Ani,” Padme sighed, shooting him a small smile nonetheless.

“I think what the General means,” the last member of the group interjected, his low voice easing his companion’s nerves ever so slightly. “Is that when you give your speech, do not focus on him too much. It will only distract you, and…” he drawled, words sounding like a question.

“...it’s something we can unpack later,” the woman finished with a nod, filling her lungs with air before exhaling.

“Good, very good, my dear.” Aged hands squeezed her shoulders before her attention was drawn elsewhere. Her eyes landed on the form approaching them from afar, and it was familiar to her, but it was not the man she was stressing over.

It was a Kel Dorian, a Jedi the woman had seen more than once in her visions. When he was within earshot, the woman hesitated before she opened her mouth. “Koh-to-yah, Master,” she greeted, attempting a small smile. A small effort, a metaphorical hand outstretched to make a good impression, and the man stopped in his tracks upon hearing her. It was difficult to read him due to the mask covering his face, but he bowed his head in return. A choice, to accept the hand.

“Koh-to-yah, Your Majesty,” his deep voice replied, before he continued the short trek to the council room.

“Okay, it shouldn’t be too long now that Master Plo is here,” Anakin explained. “I promise, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

There was no time to reply to him, for the doors opened and the Jedi from before, Master Plo, stepped out. “You may enter, Your Majesty. I do apologize for the wait.” He held out one arm clad in armor, and the woman detached herself from her support group with one last glance.

“Oh, no apology needed, Master,” she assured, voice soft as she passed him and crossed the threshold into the large room. Before her sat every member of the Jedi Council, some in person, some over holocall, but they all gazed upon her in a daunting semi-circle.

Her eyes zeroed in on him immediately, breath catching in her throat and heart freezing in her chest. Obi-Wan Kenobi, with his copper hair that shone in the sunlight that streamed through the many windows, was somehow even more perfect in person than in her dreams, and she did not know how that was possible.

She hoped that her face didn’t give her away, cursing herself for the falter in her stride when they made eye contact. She dismissed it, told herself to give no thought to the way it looked as if the man struggled just as much upon seeing her. That was impossible, a trick of the mind; for she was only human after all.

The young woman was suddenly aware of every aspect of herself, from the way her dress lay as she stood in the middle of the room to how heavy the crown she often wore felt on that day.

“A pleasure to see you, it is, Viarruh Finnall,” came the croaky voice of Master Yoda, and so that was where she chose to focus her eyes as she forced herself to remain calm.

“The pleasure is all mine, I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to hear me out,” she smiled, as polite as ever in a formal meeting. She did not have much experience with Jedi, but she did have some when it came to being a Queen.

“Of course,” the man sat next to Yoda replied, his hands clasped before him. “What can we help you with, Your Majesty?”

Viarruh took another deep breath, gathering her bearings before she dove into the explanation she could only hope she delivered in a clear and concise way. Her hands reached down and fluffed her dress slightly as her lips parted, nerves shoved to the back of her mind. “How much do you know of my planet’s culture?”

A moment passed in silence, her eyes flitting from one Jedi to the next, before she continued. “Or, more specifically, how much do you know about my family?” Another beat of silence, and she began her little walk around the circle she stood in, movement helping to disperse the nerves buzzing throughout her. “In my family, the crown is passed down from Queen to Queen, traditionally mother to daughter; and that is because we possess something that I understand to be somewhat similar to the Force,” she paused, eyes landing on Obi-Wan subconsciously. He was stoic as ever, hand raised to cover his chin as he listened, and was little comfort in the moment.

“It’s ancient, older than old, and it’s…” she laughed slightly, arms moving about as she spoke. “It’s magic. That’s the only word for it. Some have called us goddesses of the sun, others have called us sun witches; regardless of that, we are capable of things normal humans cannot do. We have a connection to the sun and possess abilities that aid us in protecting our planet, our people. Traditionally,” she sighed, “mother would teach daughter how to use and strengthen these abilities, but I have been without my teacher for quite some time. I haven’t had my master to help me, I’ve been on my own with only the light to guide me in the right direction, and I will not lie to you all. There are things I still don’t know about myself, things I’m still learning. This magic, it only grows stronger as time passes, just as I do, and I have not mastered much yet.”

“Magic?” Someone questioned from behind Viarruh, and she twirled around to face the man. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but magic is not real.”

This reaction was not one Viarruh was unfamiliar with. The condescending tone in the Cerean’s voice did nothing but roll off her back like water. Just as she was about to respond, someone beat her to it. A few seats away, a Togrutan woman illuminated in blue as she called from wherever she resided, addressed her colleague. “Master Mundi, perhaps we should keep an open mind, this galaxy is bigger than you might think.”

The man, Mundi, as it turned out, grumbled to himself but settled into his seat nonetheless. A small smile stretched across the queen’s face, and she lit up with an idea. “On the contrary, Master Mundi,” she raised a finger, and spun around to find the beams of light trickling into the circular room. “Magic is real, and I can show you.”

She stepped forward, hand outstretched before it was enveloped in the streams of warmth. Not a moment later, the light began to shimmer around her hand, golden sparkles covering her skin even after she pulled away. She held it up to show everyone, eyes flitting down the line of people before they settled on Master Plo. The grin she shot him was, all things considered, tame compared to her usual mischievous smirk, but the man did not know that. As the woman floated towards him, all he could think of was Ahsoka Tano, and how she must be a copycat for she looked almost the same when a plan formed in her mind.

When she finally stood before him, slender fingers were placed on his forehead and the still glittering light showered down and covered his entire body. Warmth filled him to the brim, as if the sun itself was beating down on a summer’s afternoon, and his eyes shut momentarily. When they opened again, Viarruh was still standing before him, hands at her sides but giving him a hopeful look. “Fascinating,” he mused, and the woman chuckled before bowing her head and returning to her spot. Behind her back, Plo made eye contact with Yoda before he nodded just once.

“That,” Viarruh began again, “was only a simple trick, but I feel a good example of how real my connection with the sun is. Recently, it seems I have…unlocked something. A new ability, something I had seen my mother deal with but not something she ever had the chance to help me with. I have been having visions and dreams,” she explained, face serious as she grew closer to the heart of her speech, the real reason she had called upon the Council.

“And they are only getting stronger and more persistent. Every day, now multiple times each, my mind is taken over and my eyes glow golden and all I can see is this war. I have seen it all,” she stressed, nodding her head a few times at the disbelief on some of the master’s faces. “The assassination attempts on Senator Amidala’s life, the Battle on Geonosis,” she listed, eyes wide. “I’ve seen a handful of you fight in battles, seen you risk your lives against swarms of droids. And I see myself, too; fighting with you, helping you and your men bring this closer to an end one day at a time.”

The room was so silent, one could’ve heard a pin drop, if anyone dared to move a muscle, that is. Every Jedi sat frozen in their seats, eyes all trained on the woman in the center of the room, and for a moment she felt like prey being stalked by predators. But she could not afford to let that get to her, let it throw her off her game because she was in too deep now to back out, to lose.

“I know, I know it sounds absurd, but it’s the truth. I have never been so certain about anything in my entire life, as I am about the fact that I am meant to do something in this war. I can feel it in my bones,” her fists clenched to emphasize her words, eyes boring into each and every person they landed on. “I believe that every person in this galaxy has a purpose, something they are meant to do, either for themselves or someone else; and I know in my heart of hearts, in every crevice of my mind, that I am meant to fight with you. My entire life, I have always had an intuition that rivaled anyone around me; sometimes I just know things and I am seldom wrong. I have never been led to believe I cannot trust my emotions, and that is how I know these visions mean something. I see with more than eyes.”

Her feet stopped moving, planting themselves in the dead center of the circle she had been pacing with toes pointed right at Master Kenobi. “Please,” she breathed. “You have to believe me, have to trust me that this is meant to happen.” His blue eyes bore into her, and she could not find it in herself to look away from them. If anyone in this room believed her, it had to be Obi-Wan. He had to know that she saw things beyond herself, that she thought of him every day and maybe, just maybe, she could tell him that she also dreamt of him every night. During the day, it was battles and clones, lightsabers and blaster fire; but at night, it was him. Moments of sneaking affection, fingertips brushing fingertips, late night conversations where no prying eyes could catch them, kisses, soft and sweet and sacred in their secrecy.

When she finally did break contact, flashes of his laughing face being pushed to the side, she looked to Master Yoda. “I love my job, and I love my people, but it eats away at me sitting in that castle instead of being out there.” Her voice shook under the severity of her emotions, the weight of her words and what they meant too heavy to hold steady in front of the audience. “I am absolutely riddled with guilt every time I see a clone fall, or a Jedi get cut down, and I know I can’t save everyone but I know I could do something.”

It had been a long while of Viarruh being the only one speaking, everyone else sitting in silence as she spilled everything that had been occupying her mind for months, so when she finally concluded her speech there was a pregnant pause, a swallowing quiet that left a pit in her stomach. This was it, she had nothing left to add to change their minds, should they send her away with her insane claims and delirious visions. She knew full well how crazy her request was, to want to fight in a war when her days consisted of royalty and sunshine, but it was about doing what was right, not what was easy.

A croaky voice broke the silence, bringing all eyes to a green Jedi huddled in his chair. “Thank you, I do, for coming forward with your visions. Frightening, it is, to share something unknown.” His head bowed slightly, ears moving with him. “Some time, we will need, to discuss things. From the temple, stray not, please.”

Relief, in its purest form, washed over her when his words registered. She was not being sent away with no thought to what she had to say, she was not laughed at for the emotion she showed.

“Of course,” she answered, bowing her head as well. “Thank you for your time. I shall be with General Skywalker in the meantime.” With that, she turned to make her exit, eyes lingering on a copper haired Jedi just a moment longer than they should have before her feet carried her across the room and over the threshold. Behind her, the doors shut and her shoulders slumped, closing her eyes while the sounds of shuffling feet filled her ears.

“Well?” Padme urged, unsatisfied with the lack of information being given.

“They listened to you, didn’t they?” Anakin fired immediately after, and Viarruh was struck with how similar they could be. Two peas in a pod, they were.

The young woman nodded her head, careful to mind the headpiece she wore once it bumped on the wall behind her. “Yes, they listened. No, Obi-Wan didn’t speak to me,” she answered, already knowing those were the two hot questions burning on everyone's minds. “Master Yoda said they would need time to discuss things, and not to stray from the temple.”

“Well, that’s good,” the eldest member of the group pointed out, aged face displaying a hopeful expression. “They could have said no and sent you home, but they’re considering.”

“Ellman’s right,” Padme interjected, face serious now that the first step of their plan was completed. It was only just a day ago that they wondered if they would even be able to do it, and here they were with one foot out the door already. “Now, should they say yes we need to have all of our points laid out for when we speak to the Chancellor. I have everything in my office in the Senate building.”

“I shall accompany you,” Ellman offered, his role as the queen’s main advisor ever present.

“Perfect. Ani, you stay here with Vi while we’re gone, and comm me when they bring her back in.”

“You got it,” he grinned down at her, and her business face melted for just a moment before she had to look away.

“And don’t get into any trouble, you two,” she warned, finger pointed at her husband before going to her best friend.

“Pads, we’re in a sacred temple, what kind of trouble could we possibly find?”

-: ✧

“Is that all you’ve got, Your Majesty?”

Although Viarruh had seen him in her visions, she had never met the young man who had captured her friend’s heart, and so she was not yet prepared for how arrogantly taunting Anakin Skywalker could be. He was caring, that much she could see; he had done his best to help with her pre-meeting jitters and now, was occupying her during her wait at the Jedi Temple. And yet, his voice carried across the sparring room with a challenging lilt curling around the words, solely meant to egg her on.

“Be careful what you wish for, General,” she warned, eyes bright and sharp and lips pulled into a smirk that only screamed trouble. Her hand shot out and in it formed a staff, appearing in a flash of light right before Anakin’s very eyes, though he still blinked a couple times as his mind attempted to catch up with what had happened. When he finally brought his attention back to the present, he only had moments to duck before the staff made contact with his face. Whatever it was made of, it did not appear to weigh her down as she moved with a frightening grace; and it stood up against a sword meant to cut through anything. She was capable, challenging, even, but she would need more training if she wanted to join them in battle. This was made clear to them both when the match ended with Viarruh’s staff on the ground some feet away from her and the blue blade of a lightsaber pointed right at her throat.

“I suppose you win this round, Skywalker,” she conceded, hands raising in surrender. Just as her opponent went to reply, most likely another boast, he was interrupted by the sound of clapping. Their heads turned in unison, and their eyes widened together just the same. The blade disappeared into the hilt of the saber and the heat fled from her neck, though it returned not a moment later as she registered who she was looking at.

Stood by the entrance was Obi-Wan Kenobi, hands coming down to clasp behind his back. “Impressive,” he mused, and the sound of his voice meeting her ears in person nearly knocked her over, but she remained steady as he started moving towards them. “It seems I taught my padawan well.”

“Yes,” she replied after realizing that Anakin’s silence was a push for her to speak up. “It seems so.” Her eyes cut to the man beside her, and he knew he would be in trouble later.

“And you, Your Majesty, are quite the fighter. I didn’t realize how frightening you could be.” By now, Obi-Wan was in front of the pair, looking at them with crystalline eyes. Viarruh tried not to think about how she looked at the moment; their fight had been long and was easy by no means, and she could feel the sweat gathered on her brow all the more under his gaze. She knew her hair was a mess on her head, having been knotted when she hastily removed the crown, and she didn’t dare look down to see if her dress was crumpled and crooked. She only prayed to Maker that it wasn’t as she stared right back at him.

“It comes in handy,” she quipped, heart skipping a beat in her chest when his smile widened.

The moment, if it could even be called that, was shattered when Anakin finally decided to make his presence known once again. “So, Master, what can we do for you?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes didn’t seem to want to leave the woman before him, but they eventually flicked to his former student, and he had to clear his throat before speaking. “Ah, yes, the Council wishes to speak with you again, Your Majesty.”

“Of course, just let me grab my things and we’ll be on our way,” she smiled, before turning to her new friend. “General, would you please comm Senator Amidala and Advisor Ellman while I speak with the Council?” She had already started to walk away from the men when the answer came, and she did not have to look at him to know he was grinning at her.

“Yes, yes, I can do that, Your Majesty.” She turned to squint at him, hands running through her long strands when, to her horror, he started to walk towards the exit. “I will go do that right now.”

Her fingers forced themselves to resume their movements as she turned away again. She found herself alone with the man she believed to be her soulmate, as if her nerves needed anything else to buzz over. When she did spin around to face him, he was already looking at her. Her cheeks burned even more, but in spite of it she held her hands out, gesturing vaguely to the crown now on her head as she made her way back to him. “Look good?”

Once again, words seemed to stick in Obi-Wan’s throat when her eyes were on him. He stuttered slightly in his reply, and cursed himself silently. “Yes. Looks good,” he nodded, suddenly shy in front of the queen. “To the council room?”

Viarruh was intuitive, and on top of this particularly beneficial trait, she also read people for what they were. Not much got past the Queen of Orret, and so she dared to let herself believe that what she saw was, indeed, true.

Obi-Wan was nervous.

“Lead the way, Master,” she smiled, swallowing her chuckle when she noticed the shade of pink dusting over his cheeks as he led her out of the room.

The corridor was long and dimly lit, the evening sun casting a golden hue across the walls and floors, and though her shoes were the only noise for the beginning of their walk, Viarruh had started to settle into herself; muscles relaxing and mind easing as she felt the warmth of the man next to her. They were not touching, not even close enough to brush arms, but she still felt him. For a moment she wondered if this would only make her miss him more when he was no longer around her, but a small voice in the back of her mind told her she was a fool to think it wouldn’t.

“Your Majesty?”

Her heart still skipped a beat when his accent rang in her ears, but she was no longer fighting for breath and composure. He was comfortable to be around, she had decided.

“Oh, please, Viarruh is fine,” she assured, smiling at him in an attempt to prove to him that it really was fine.

He hesitated for a moment, but not a second later did he nod his head before flicking his eyes over to meet hers. “Viarruh,” he corrected, and oh, Maker, her name had never sounded so pretty. “May I ask you something about your visions? I know you are to speak with the Council about them, but I was wondering if you could tell me when they started?”

“Uhm,” she stalled, remembering back to the first vision she ever had.

She had just settled down in the plush and intricate chair sat at her desk, fully intending to complete some work in the late hours of the night, for something had been nagging her though she could not figure it out. It had kept her awake when she laid down to sleep, and so she had eventually wandered her way around the castle and ended up in her office. But as she reached for the holopad she felt…funny. A feeling washed over her, starting at the crown of her head and showering down to the tips of her toes, and it had happened so fast she hadn’t had any time to react before breath stuck to the back of her throat and eyes glowed bright like the sun that hung in the sky. Her lips were parted but only quiet choking sounds escaped her as her head fell backwards, face pointed to the high ceiling but she was not really looking.

No, her mind was taken over and it was like she wasn’t even in her office anymore. Instead, she was on Coruscant, stood in the darkened bedroom of her best friend. She could not move, she could not speak, only watch as insect-like creatures crawled towards Padme’s sleeping figure. Could only watch as two Jedi burst into the room, blue blade illuminating the darkness as one of them cut the creatures in half.

It ended there, whatever it was that had happened to her. Her eyes slammed shut before snapping open, air rushing into her lungs as she gasped, almost falling forward onto the desk in front of her. With a heaving chest she did her best to push herself up from her seat on shaky arms before she dashed out of the room. Bare feet carried her to the meeting room where she punched in Padme’s comm code, and she anxiously waited for her face to appear in blue, but cried out in frustration when there was no answer.

Worry prickled at every nerve and dread had settled in her feet, making it hard to even move her legs as she rushed to the only room she could think of; Ellman’s. She couldn’t move fast enough, tripping on the ends of her sleep gown numerous times, and she practically flew into his door. She was gasping, mind racing over every possibility as her fists bangs on the door, and she didn’t know how she was still standing by the time the man answered the door.

His eyes were squinted as he tried to make out who was in front of him, and in her frenzy Viarruh almost yelled at him, but there was no time to raise her voice as words spilled out with no end. They were frantic and jumbled together, and it was the alarm bells it set off in his mind that fully awoke him. “Viarruh? Viarruh! What is it?”

His questions fell on deaf ears, and strong hands tightly grasped her shoulders. “Viarruh, calm down! I need you to breathe!” He shook her a few good times, successfully putting an end to the stream of panic falling from the woman’s lips. Her eyes were wide as they finally focused on him, and she was slightly trembling in his hold.

It was a rarity for the queen to get so startled, handling her nerves well on any other day despite the horrors of her childhood, but that was not the case on this particular night. “Vi, what happened?”

“It’s Padme, I—I saw something and when I commed her, she didn’t answer, and—”

“Slow down,” he urged. “What do you mean you saw something?”

“I was in my office, and s—something happened, it was,” she stuttered, shaking her head as she struggled for words. “Do you remember when I told you I had a weird feeling earlier today? I couldn’t sleep, so I went to my office.”

“Was someone in there with you?” He interjected, but she shook her head again.

“No, no, it was just me; but I did see something. It was like…like a vision. I got this funny feeling and then I couldn’t breathe, it was like I was choking on nothing and then I couldn’t see.” Her hands fisted the front of his shirt, words speeding up again the more she spoke.

“You couldn’t see, but you saw something?”

“I’m being serious! It was like—like a vision! I was staring at the ceiling and then something happened to me and it was all gone, all I could see was the vision and I saw Padme!”

Viarruh did not catch on in the moment, perceptiveness dialed down in her vulnerable state, but Ellman seemed to be paying more attention now that she had revealed what she had experienced. His brows were furrowed as her words bounced around in his head, thoughts zooming this way and that as he thought back to when he was working for her mother, and all the things he’d witnessed her do and he remembered visions being one of them.

“What happened to her in this vision?” His voice was low and as serious as could be, no longer high pitched in worry, and in the darkness of the corridor his face was almost grave.

“There was something in her room, and it was crawling towards her while she slept and then two Jedi burst into the room! I tried to comm her when it ended but she didn’t answer, and that only makes me think something bad really did happen to her! Ellman, what if she’s in trouble? What’s happening?”

“Listen, listen,” he soothed, taking a half step closer. “This is because of your powers. Your mother had visions, but I can only imagine how frightening it was when so unexpected.”

“My mom had them?” she mumbled, wide eyes staring up at the closest thing to a parent she had.

“She did. I don’t know much, unfortunately, but I do know that this was going to happen eventually; you’re far too perceptive and just plain lucky to have it skip you. What it is, well, to my understanding it could be a number of things. The past, things that have already happened revealed to you; the present, seeing things as they happen in real life; and the future, though that is never a certainty. Things change, but you can see these things. Now, what you saw with Padme could be any of those things, I’m afraid I have no answers to give with that, but we will investigate more in the morning. More people are likely to answer our calls, and we will be of sound minds,” he assured, one hand coming up to smooth over the back of her head. “Please, My Lady, let me escort you back to bed.”

“With the assassination attempt on Padme’s life. The one you and Anakin were around for,” she answered, keeping it short and sweet.

“You saw it?”

“I did,” she nodded, fingers playing with the fabric of her dress. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” he dismissed, looking away from her and she had a creeping suspicion that he was not telling the truth. Nonetheless, she nodded her head before allowing herself a moment to take him in. He wore the plastoid armor similar to that of the clone troopers over the top half of his robes, and his lightsaber hung off his waist, shining and magnificent. He was more handsome than any man she’d ever seen in all her life of travels and meetings, negotiations and balls. Stuffy princes didn’t hold a candle to him.

“I see,” she mused, voice verging on playfulness. It was nice speaking to him, actual conversations instead of snippets of exchanges captured in dreams. “Well, let me ask you, do you ever see things?” She glanced over him, brows raised and lips curling upwards.

Her question settled into Obi-Wan’s mind and debated how truthful he wanted to be with his response. All his time and energy went into the Jedi Order, and fighting this war. He was strong with the force and worked to keep his balance, and he was a clever and impressive General in the GAR; but from time to time he saw her. Not often, not as often as she had visions, it seemed, but when he got the rare moment of rest, he could hear her voice and almost make out her face. When in battle, surrounded by blaster fire and chaos, he sometimes felt her presence next to him, swearing he saw her and a warm glow in his peripheral, yet when he risked a glance she was nowhere to be seen. It had started when he overheard her speaking to Padme the morning after the attempt on the senator’s life, voice slightly distorted over the holocall but still ringing pleasantly in his ears.

But was this something he wanted to admit to? Something he wanted to reveal in the corridor of a Temple that frowned upon attachments? But to lie to her, the thought of it made his stomach churn for some reason.

“Yes, I suppose I do,” he settled, voice almost far away. Viarruh tilted her head slightly, contemplating the thoughts behind his eyes before he cleared his throat, seeming to come back to her. “The Force works in mysterious ways,” he nodded, grinning when the woman chuckled.

“That, I can understand. Perhaps you see with more than eyes, just as I do, Master Kenobi.”

“Perhaps,” he agreed, looking straight ahead as he prepared himself for his next comment. “Though I don’t think there is anyone quite like you out there.”

Obi-Wan, while pleasant to be around, was becoming almost flirty. His voice was smooth and his accent curled his words nicely, as sweet as honey. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she could not stop it, could not prevent a full on, toothy smile growing on her face. The doors to the council room were in sight, just up ahead, and she looked as unserious as she could possibly be.

“I think you’re right,” she whispered, turning to face him when they were only a few feet before the doors. “But the same could be said about you.” She cleared her throat, wiggling her arms a little to reset, now looking at her companion with determination. “Wish me luck, I’ve got to speak with the Jedi Council.”

“Now that you mention it, I have a meeting to attend. Good luck, Your Majesty.”

With that, the doors slid open and Viarruh made her way inside the large room once again, the presence of Obi-Wan Kenobi following her. When she reached the middle of the circle, he passed her and settled into his seat, and the added distance between them lessened the ease she had previously felt. Nerves began to settle into her again, as even Obi-Wan’s demeanor changed to that of a more stoic man, a Jedi wise beyond his years sitting amongst the council.

“Your Majesty, we’d like to thank you again for coming to us to speak,” the bald man sat next to Master Yoda began, voice just as serious as it was before. It was difficult to read him as he spoke and she found little comfort in the way his face remained stoney. “The information you presented to us is much appreciated, and has caused lots of discussion within the Council. If you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some questions.”

“Of course, I don’t mind at all, Master…?”

“Windu, Your Majesty,” he answered, bowing his head.

“Master Windu,” she repeated, nodding her head at him with a small smile. “Ask away.”

“What is your goal?”

Vague. A broad question asked simply and to the point, and it caused the woman to tilt her head ever so slightly. “My goal?”

“Yes. What is your goal in all of this?”

“Well,” she sighed. “Short term, I suppose it’s to convince you all to help me do what I can to join the war,” she gestured vaguely with one arm, holding the other out as she spoke again. “Long term, to do what’s right. To make a difference. To help people. Is that not everyone in this room's goal?”

“We are bound by oath,” came the voice of Master Mundi, interjecting and almost cold. “We are warriors of peace and fight to bring balance back to the galaxy, per our oath to the Jedi Order.”

“I am also bound by oath,” she countered lowly. “I was born into a position of power. I’ve held it all my life, and when I was just fourteen standard years old I obtained the highest rank you could possibly get on most planets. The responsibility may not be the same as yours, but it is a great one nonetheless; to keep people safe, to represent them, to protect them, that is what I do. And the oath I made was to always do what is right, what I need to do regardless of whether it is easy or not, whether it makes sense or not. And the Clone Wars are hurting people, and the Republic’s enemy stands for things that I would rather die fighting than let become the status quo in our galaxy. We may live different lives, Master Mundi, but our goals are very much the same.”

“You are very dedicated to this,” a male Nautolan observed, and all eyes turned to him. “It’s easy to see that this means something to you. I believe you when you say that our goals are the same, but this is still a very unusual situation, Your Majesty,” he explained, frowning slightly towards the end of his sentence.

“It is, I know that,” Viarruh assured sincerely. “But as unusual as it is for you, it is the same for me.”

“Your visions, hear more about them, may we?” Yoda questioned, pointing a clawed finger in her direction.

“What would you like to know?”

“Are they of the future?” Someone else questioned.

“Not entirely,” she answered, shaking her head. “My understanding is that they are things revealed to me because they need to be. It could be something from the past, I can see things as they are happening, and sometimes I do see the future, but you all know as well as I do that the future is never set in stone. Prophecies and destinies aside, seeing a vision of something that should happen doesn’t always mean it will happen.”

“What is the extent of your powers? What can you do, exactly?”

“I can do lots of things,” she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “But I already told you that they’re still developing, I still don’t know what the extent is.”

“I saw a demonstration of Her Majesty’s abilities in the sparring room, and it was most impressive,” a familiar voice entered the conversation, backing her up as she stood under the eyes of the disbelieving. Her chest warmed as she caught his eye before they flicked to the next person to speak.

“Sparring room?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan answered smugly. “Her Majesty sparred with Anakin, and held her own for quite some time. I could only imagine what she would be like with just some formal training.”

Murmurs filled the room, soft and blended together, but she gathered that Anakin being her opponent was the hot topic. “Impressive, that is,” Yoda confirmed. “Needed, a demonstration is, perhaps.”

“I can give you a demonstration,” she promised, hand already coming up to point at the copper haired Jedi. Her palm faced upward, slender fingers curling slightly as she made miniscule movements. At first, no one was aware of what was happening, Obi-Wan being most confused of all, but then he felt a little tug at his belt. He looked down to see his lightsaber moving here and there, before it eventually lifted off his thigh and unhooked from his waist.

His mouth opened in shock, and he didn’t need to look to know he was not the only one, as they all watched his lightsaber float through the air, right into the hand of Viarruh Finnall. She ignited the weapon, blue blade shooting out from the hilt and bathing her in the cool hue. And because she lived for the dramatics, she twirled it around, a move that was like muscle memory to her, the whirring sounds of the energy blade filling the room. When she finished, she retracted the blade and her hand fell to her side.

“While I did lose my fight with Anakin Skywalker, I have won many more. I am not helpless, and I do not give up easily.” Her eyes bore into the council members one by one. “And I am not afraid, I was not built to be and cannot afford to be.” She continued to spin around, intending to make an impression on every person she looked at, and she knew it was successful from the look in each of their eyes. “Sometimes it is not enough to just be against darkness. If you have the ability to, should you not use the light?”

The severity of her tone and words had lodged itself in the chest’s of the Jedi Council, and before them stood not the naive queen they thought was coming to their planet. No, stood before them was Viarruh Finnall, Goddess of the Sun, the Sun Witch, Queen of Orret, in all her wisdom and confidence. She was passionate and unyielding, she was caring, and she was strong. This young woman, whatever she had gone through in her lifetime had made her tough enough to bear the weight of leadership, to dive head first into a war that she was never obligated to join, to look an evil in the face and stand steady against it.

“If we were to say yes,” Master Windu broke the silence, sharing glances with those around him. “What would be your next course of action?”

It took her a moment to calm herself, dispelling some of the intensity in her words as she turned to look at the man. “Well, should you say yes, I would need to speak with Chancellor Palpatine next. I chose to meet with you first because, although the Chancellor makes the final decisions, having you all to back me up would speak louder to him than I ever could on my own. You, of course, are not obligated to, but it would be most appreciated if I had someone to accompany me to speak with him; and depending on his answer, I will head home,” she explained with a note of finality, clasping her hands in front of her.

“Home?” Master Mundi interjected, leaning forward in his seat.

“Yes,” she answered simply, looking right at him.

“And what do you plan to do about your status as Queen while you fight in this war? You cannot do both.”

“I would give it up.” She stated, in such a way that it seemed the answer was obvious. It did not weigh heavy on her tongue as she spoke matter of factly, though it did put pressure on her chest, bones feeling as if they could cave in. “My birthday is in a matter of weeks, and though it may seem frivolous, celebrations are quite the talk back home,” she explained, flicking some hair over her shoulder as she resumed her movements around the center of the room. “I will use it as my opportunity to announce my retirement from the throne, and present who I have chosen to replace me; her coronation will come only days after. Then,” she shrugged. “I’ll go wherever you tell me to, and I’ll do whatever I can.”

It seemed, for a frightening moment, that she was unable to get through to them. They all stared at her, mouths closed with no intention of opening to speak to her, and her shoulders grew heavy, fighting to slouch forward as the feeling of defeat tickled at her bones. She held her breath, eyes flickering between the men in front of her. Obi-Wan held contact before he looked away, seemingly speaking to Master Yoda without using words, and she clutched the hilt of his lightsaber a little tighter, the metal warm from her hold on it throughout her speech.

As she glanced towards Master Plo, a frown almost dipping the corner of her lips downwards, she missed the nod Obi-Wan sent his elder, and the one following from Mace Windu. Her attention snapped back as a throat was cleared, and eyes had returned to her, though the tone had shifted ever so slightly. Almost indiscernible, it was, but she saw it and dared to let hope bloom in her chest.

“Speak to the Chancellor, we will. Tomorrow,” Master Yoda decided, sliding down from his chair, beginning to make his way towards the woman. “To your home, I will go with you. Train you, I will.” When he stood before her, large eyes gazing into hers, he placed one hand over the other on top of his staff as it stood in front of him and he was the picture of wisdom.

For a moment, she did not have any words. She had said so much since she’d arrived at the Jedi Temple, but now that she finally had an answer from them, she had nothing to offer the Council. She was frozen in her stare with the green Jedi, lips parting ever so slightly as his words rang in her ears. “Thank you,” she breathed, relief making her feel so light it almost lifted her off the ground below. She blinked a few times, gathering her bearings as reality began to set in that she had done it.

“Easy, it will not be, Viarruh Finnall,” he promised, shaking his head.

“The things worth doing usually aren’t, Master,” she replied, when the hole burning into her became too much and she looked up, meeting blue eyes already looking. Obi-Wan smiled at her, blowing his head in a silent congratulations, and she smiled. It was similar to the one he had managed to get from her in the corridor, and her success coupled with just knowing him now made it impossible to stop it.

Master Windu was the next to rise, the others following suit, and the tall man joined them in the middle of the room. “When we speak to the Chancellor tomorrow, you will have our full support. All we ask in return, is that you follow through with your word,” he explained, holding his hand out for her to shake.

When her hand slipped into his, enveloped by the gloved and armored one, a familiar feeling washed over her quicker than ever, and she gasped loudly, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. Obi-Wan pushed his way to the front, almost overwhelmed from how loud everyone’s voices were once they blended together in panic, before standing beside the woman but she was not seeing him. Her muscles tensed and her back straightened as she went rigid, fingers clamping around Windu’s hand tightly, and he attempted to pull away in alarm; it was a struggle, but he was eventually able to pry himself out of her hold as her eyes glowed brightly. Her brows were furrowed and breath was stuck in her throat and she looked almost pained, and it made Obi-wan’s heart clench in his chest. It alarmed him, how seeing her like this affected him, but there was no time to think about it as his hands grasped her shoulders.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!” he called, shaking her slightly but she remained frozen, golden eyes staring past him. Even when he grasped her face in his large hands because the choking sounds escaping her as air tried to fight its way to her lungs were scaring him more, she didn’t see him. His thumbs pressed into her cheeks as he turned her head to face him, almost yelling at her. “Viarruh! Breathe!”

When this very thing happened at home, no one could get through to the woman after her eyes lit up and she stopped breathing; screams and yells falling on deaf ears as her mind was taken over, but as she watched herself creep through the forest with a squad of clones and Mace Windu at her side, a voice echoed from somewhere. Who it belonged to, she could not tell, but it was comforting in its familiarity and lifted the pressure from her chest; everything became clearer as if a layer of dirt and grime had been wiped away, the plastoid armor glinting in the sunlight of the trooper who passed her. Outside of the vision, the blockage was removed from her throat, ripped away as oxygen rushed into her, and light burst out of her.

It was as if they were no longer in the council room, the group of people huddled together now standing in the same forest of her vision. She did not know they were there, could not feel them still, but they saw everything she did as it projected from her. They watched as everyone trekked on, the only sounds being the crunching and rustling of foliage and the sounds of wildlife in the distance; as Viarruh faltered in her step, causing the soldier behind her to bump into her, pushing her forward a few steps. Though, it looked as if she had paid it no mind, instead holding her hands out as if to steady herself, eyes flickering around before landing on the Jedi ahead of her.

And they could only stare as Windu continued on, having not noticed the absence to his left, and Viarruh lurched forward to reach him quicker. “Mace, no!” she yelled, grasping his shoulder to throw his body backwards, pushing him and their squad away from the pressure bomb cleverly disguised; but that also meant she was the closest to the explosion. The onlookers flinched as they were surrounded by heat and light and the deafening blow, watching in horror as the queen flew through the air, rolling backwards when she collided with the ground. She didn’t move much after her body settled, but Obi-Wan could see the way her eyes were blown wide, not seeming to focus on anything as she blinked. She didn’t respond to the calls of her name, not even noticing the people slowly searching for her, the ringing in her ears blocking out everything around her.

It was Windu who found her, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes as he walked up to her. “Viarruh,” he called, and it wasn’t until he saw movement to the side, and turned to see her leg poking through the tall grass. When he stood over her, he cringed slightly at the injuries he could see, and so did everyone else. Blood covered her face, dripping down from her hairline and smearing across her cheeks; parts of her shirt and vest were singed, still smoking, telling them she had burns as well. “Viarruh,” he tried again, and she only looked at him with wide eyes, giving him no indication that she heard him. He reached down with both hands, placing a couple fingers on her cheeks to move her head side to side, inspecting for anything else, and Obi-Wan was relieved to see nothing.

“Come on,” Windu grunted, picking her up and placing her on her feet, slinging an arm over his shoulder as he supported most of her weight. Then, the scene shifted, the same light as before filling the room before it all zapped into Viarruh, hitting her with a force strong enough to push her back a few steps when it collided with her chest, causing her to gasp loudly. Hands reached out to keep her upright, holding her steady on her feet as her eyes snapped shut before reopening, back to normal.

She was panting, gulping air down like she had been drowning, and the first thing she heard when she returned to the present was the worried voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi, his hands on her arms, having been the one to reach out to catch her. “Viarruh, are you alright?”

“That one was different,” she responded, shaking her head as her mind ran a mile a minute.

“Was that a vision?” Windu questioned, leaning closer to the woman.

“Yes,” she nodded, eyes finally raising to meet those of the man that still cradled her. “But it was different, this one wasn’t the same as others.”

“Viarruh,” Obi-Wan called softly. “What do you mean by ‘it was different’?”

“Stronger, it was stronger,” she answered as the group of Jedi began to back away from her, giving her space now that she was back with them. “And I…could hear someone.” It confused her, left her wondering, because she had never heard anyone in her visions like that, never felt anything but alone as she lost control of herself.

“We didn’t hear anyone,” Mundi noted, looking around at the others. “Other than yourself and Master Windu.”

“Wait,” she jerked around, confusion growing more and more by the second. “Did you…did you all see that too?” She was met with nods from everyone, and she could only stand there in a stunned silence as her thoughts ran a mile a minute.

“Viarruh?” Obi-Wan questioned softly after there was still no response from the queen, and turned back around to face him.

“It…projected?” Her face was still twisted in disbelief, the events taking place sprouting question after question in her mind. The man nodded his head to answer her, raising his brows at her tone.

“Is that also newly unlocked?”

She had again looked away from him, eyes staring down at the floor as the dots began to connect, as the answers became clearer. “Yes,” she answered in a dazed voice. “It is.” It was the only reaction she could give him as realization dawned on her, showering over her as her gaze shifted upwards; it focused on the busy planet on the other side of the large windows, the sky turning a pleasant rosy orange as the day settled and plans were now in motion.

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thrawns-babygirl · 1 year

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Here’s a Crosshair request for you if you’d like!

I’m a sucker for the undercover-at-a-gala trope so what if you’re a Jedi shadow (like Quinlan Vos) who works with the Bad Batch once and awhile, and you’re in an established relationship with Crosshair. There’s a separatist gala you need to infiltrate and Crosshair goes as your date. While you two are sneaking around the venue, you have to hide in the nearest room that turns out to be a bedroom and Crosshair has ideas 😏 thank you! Love your writing!!

ANON!!! I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! I have literally no idea why i struggled with this ask for what? over a month??? I must have deleted a combined like 3k words for this over the time i was trying to write it. But i would not let it beat me, i had to finish this ask for u for waiting so patiently.

also its like, a bingo card of every trope for this trope so i apologies for how uninspired this is lmao

Side note, I am very sick at the moment and on a lot of painkillers, so like, I proof read this but please let me know of any glaring issues or mistakes because I'm not of this world currently.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Clothed Sex Word Count: 1700+

Masterlist

Walking through the elegant halls of a senator’s estate on Scipio you can’t help but gawk at the splendour of it all. The insane amount of money one must have to own a home like this simply baffles you as you walk arm in arm with your date for the night through the ornate halls.

Some leaked intel let the republic know that some unscrupulous things were to go down tonight within these halls, and you don’t doubt the accuracy of that information given the amount of high ranking members of the Banking Clan you have seen engaging in hushed conversations in hidden alcoves of the grandiose estate.

Your partner turns to look down at you and you can’t help but blush under his gaze. Crosshair was always a handsome man, but seeing him clad entirely in a fine, black suit was a whole new level of desirable. A service droid passes you, stopping long enough for the two of you to grab a flute of what appeared to be more bubbles than liquid before continuing on its way through the winding halls of the building.

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight mesh’la” Crosshair whispers, breath fanning over your ear as you take a sip of your no doubt pricey beverage. You couldn’t find it in you to disagree with him, black silks hugged your frame, accentuating your figure in all the best ways, something your jedi robes were absolutely not designed for. While you did feel naked without your lightsaber, you understood the necessity of remaining entirely undetectable. You smile up at him, noting the make-up that has covered his trademark tattoo, his slicked back hair and absolutely dazzling smile.

When the moment called for it, Crosshair could reluctantly play the part of suave, chatty businessperson which honestly surprised you at first. He was absolutely the least talkative member of the squad by a mile, all short replies and clipped words, so when this mission was assigned to the Batch you were shocked that they had all immediately turned their attention to Crosshair.

“He’s the most arrogant, thus will fit in perfectly with the typical crowd at one of these types of functions” Tech had said, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from the Sniper, “among other reasons, Hunter looks too much like a regular clone, I am needed to extrapolate the data that you acquire and Wrecker is… Wrecker” Tech adjusts his goggles before continuing “It would also look out of place for one of us to go alone, and you two already have, um, chemistry, for lack of a better term”

He wasn’t wrong about that; you and Crosshair hadn’t exactly put a label on anything yet, but everyone knew there was something there.

Finally, after a few hours of simply wandering the halls you find your target, a simply unassuming Muun that has been implicated in embezzling funds and using it to pad separatist pockets. He was speaking in hushed whispers with a human male before the man passed him a small, innocuous looking data stick before parting ways with a polite nod.

Your time to shine.

You leave Crosshair’s side, giving his hand a quick squeeze as you go, before sauntering over to the target and ‘accidently’ spilling the contents of your flute, onto his silk robes. Stuttering and apologising you begin patting him down, slipping your hand into his pocket and retrieving the data stick as he shoved you away, telling you he was going to send you the bill for getting the stains out of his clothes. “This is pure shimmersilk you know!” he yelled at you as you made your hasty exit, apologising profusely as you retreat towards where Crosshair was waiting, arms crossed as he leaned against a marble pillar, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“You got it doll?” he whispers, wrapping a long arm around your waste as he begins leading your further into the throng of people and towards the exit. “Of course” you reply, sinking further into his side. Hopefully the two of you would make it out before he even noticed it was missing.

Your hopes were dashed as you heard a panicked “Hey! Wait!” coming from behind you.

Crosshair grabs your arm, pulling you into the nearest unlocked room before softly closing and locking the door. Both of you hold your breath, listening to the sound of approaching and then thankfully retreating footsteps. It doesn’t seem like anyone saw you, but you still wait together in silence before turning the light on to look at the room you have found yourselves in for the foreseeable future.

It's a luxurious bedroom, a four-poster bed draped in magnificent silks with more pillows than anyone could possibly need adorning it. Crosshair takes his comm and a small datapad out of his pocket, reaching his hand out to you for you to pass him the datastick before plugging it into the device and comming Tech to let him know he can begin starting the transfer and telling him of your less than ideal situation at the moment. He tells you that Hunter will be there within the next standard hour for extraction but until then you just need to hang tight.

You sit down on the bed, running your hands along the silken sheets before looking back up to Crosshair. His eyes are raking over your form as he placed the datapad down on one of the bedside tables before walking over to you.

“So doll, it seems we have the better part of an hour to keep ourselves occupied…” He trails off, sitting next to you on the bed, one hand finding your thigh while the other softly pushes you back onto the plush surface. “And no one knows we’re in here” his thumb begins soothing circles into your hip as he looms above you, one hand holding himself up as he stares down at you.

“So it seems…” you smile as you use the fact that your legs are still hanging off the bed to your advantage, kicking your heels off before you shimmy further up the bed, until you’re leaning back against the mountain of pillows. Crosshair crawls up the bed after you before his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.

“Kark doll, you look so good in this dress, it’s been so kriffing hard keeping my hands off you all night” he mumbles against your lips, calloused hands already working their way underneath your dress towards your panties. You let out a small whimper, the feeling of his rough fingers digging into your flesh making heat pool low in your belly as Crosshair begins placing languid kisses against your neck, working his way down to your collarbone before sucking dark marks into your skin.

The chirping from his comm startles both of you, making you jump before Crosshair angrily grabs the device “What do you want Tech?” he growls out. “I just thought that you would want to know that Hunter will be arriving earlier than expected and to be ready for extraction in the next 30 standard minutes” Tech replies, obviously somewhat irate, not enjoying the tone that his brother is giving him. “Understood” Crosshair replies, turning off the device and throwing it onto the bed before returning his attention back to you.

“Looks like we will have to make this quicker than I wanted, but don’t worry princess, I’ll worship you like you deserve once we get back to base” his fingers begin toying with you over the fabric of your panties while his lips busy themselves against yours once again. His mouth swallows every sound that you make as his skilful fingers rub tight circles against your clit, already bringing you close to the edge with practiced ease.

Your panties are soaked at this point, his assault on your senses overwhelming you as you try to stifle your sounds as not to alert anyone who could potentially be loitering outside the door. His hand leaves you momentarily as he fumbles with the fastenings on his pants, opening them just far enough to free his weeping length.

Pulling your panties to the side, he sinks into you, letting out a breathy groan as he slides into your heat in a single motion. Resting his weight entirely on one hand he brings his other to cover your mouth as he begins an absolutely brutal pace, the layers of your clothing helping to muffle the sounds of him relentlessly driving into you.

You silently thank him for covering your mouth, the way he’s fucking into you would have you screaming for him. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you, trying to get him to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits that spot inside you with the head of his cock with every thrust, turning you into a mess with every drag of his hard length through your slick folds.

Lowering his head you can feel his breath fanning over your ear as he whispers filth into your ear “so tight for me kriff… I can feel you choking my cock you’re so close aren’t you?” you nod, staring up at him with wide eyes. He angles his hips, grinding down onto your clit with every thrust as he loses his rhythm, chasing his own release as he feels your walls fluttering around him. “cum for me doll” his whispers have an almost pleading nature to them, like he’s holding himself back from the edge waiting to tumble over the peak with you. A few more deep thrusts pull your orgasm from you, flooding your nerves as pleasure washes over you, causing your walls to clench around him. With a strangled groan against your neck he follows you over the edge, pumping ropes of hot cum inside of you, hips stuttering as his cock throbs.

You’re lying on the bed, Crosshair still sheathed inside you as his comm chirps again “Oh for the love of… Yes?” he slips out of you, tucking himself away as he talks, apparently Hunter is only five standard minutes away so you adjust your panties and swiftly put your heels back on.

Crosshair places a kiss to your temple before you make your escape.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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Alpha’s First Daughter

Summary: You had been on your own for years after escaping the Whisperers. Until you run into a hunter in the woods who's searching for his brother.

The Walking Dead rewrite from Season 9 to Season 11 with you, Y/N, as Daryl Dixon's eventual love interest.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: language, blood, death

Chapter 14-

You all migrated into the theatre building of Kingdom with the leaders from Oceanside and the council members from Hilltop and Alexandria.

"I know I haven’t always seen eye-to-eye with everyone in this room. But, I never stopped caring about any of you. I was just trying to protect my family and do right by my people. Alexandria’s future is here. Together, with you." Michonne started to say, glancing over at the other leaders who were all standing on the stage.

You sat in the front row of the audience chairs with Lydia, Henry and Judith while Dog and Ace sat by your feet.

"I've taken an informal vote with the other council members at the fair and we all agree. Alexandria is willing to grant asylum to Y/N and Lydia." Gabriel suddenly said causing your head to snap up at him in shock before you glanced over at Michonne who smiled at you. "They're one of us now. We hope the rest of you can join us in doing the same."

"Thank you." Was all you could say because you honestly did not expect that.

"We'll do whatever we can to earn our keep and pay you back." You sister added reaching for Henrys hand causing you to smile softly.

"If her mother retaliates, it's gonna be against Hilltop, not Alexandria. I have to do right by our people. I thought we were on the same page." Tara said with a frown.

"We were. And, look, when they came to my gates, I asked Lydia to run away. Y/N wasn't too happy about that." Michonne began to say glancing over at you before she looked back at Tara. "And when Lydia didn't, I was angry."

"Then you know why I'm not okay with this."

"Well, I am okay with this. Y/N is my friend-" Jesus started to say before Tara cut him off.

"She's the daughter of the enemy. I can't be okay with this."

"I understand. I also know why Rick didn't trust me when I showed up at the gates of the prison. And how people didn't trust you after seeing you on the other side of the Governor's firing line." Michonne added.

"I was gonna kill you on sight when you washed up on our shore." Rachel from Oceanside added.

Tara nodded, "okay, okay. Fair."

"Y/N and Lydia didn't choose where they came from, but they chose where they wanted to be. Just like everybody in this room." Michonne said, glancing around at everyone.

"We left some of our best fighters at Hilltop, but if Daryl's right about these Whisperers, it's not enough people." Jesus informed, looking over at Daryl who was sitting on the edge of the stage.

"We should take a group to Hilltop to protect 'em, just in case." Daryl said, glancing over at you and you nodded.

It wouldn't hurt to have extra guards over there in case Alpha did retaliate.

"It's a good idea. I'll take some from the Kingdom." Carol said speaking up for the first time.

"Oceanside can spare some fighters." Rachel added.

"Alexandria can too. But sending more people is only a short-term solution." Gabriel pointed out.

Michonne nodded, "in order to face this threat, the four communities have to present a united front. Which is why I'm proposing a mutual protection pact. An attack against one community is an attack against all of us."

"The leadership of the Kingdom is very amenable to this idea." Ezekiel announced.

Rachel nodded in agreement. "Oceanside's down."

"Okay. So, how do we seal it? Spit and shake? Blood oath?" Tara asked causing the kids to chuckle from beside you.

"I have just the thing." Ezekiel announced before he disappeared around the back and returned with a large sheet of paper.

You had no idea what the paper was or what was written on it, but Michonne instantly recognised it and one by one the leaders of the communities all signed it. You sat there and listen to the leaders talk for a few more minutes before Henry asked your sister if she wanted to go walk around the fair with him.

"Can I go Y/N?" Lydia asked, looking over at you with pleading eyes.

You smiled, "of course. Just stay with Henry though, okay?"

"Thank you!"

She leant over and hugged you before grabbing Henrys hand and the two of them walked out the room.

Eventually, the leaders decided on who was going to go to Hilltop and you didn't even bother to offer to go because most of them still didn't trust you and also with your ribs, you knew it wasn't a good idea. You’d be more of a reliability than anything.

Jesus had bought Daryl's bike over from Hilltop and you watched as your boyfriend wheeled his bike off the back of the trailer with a rather happy expression.

"I can't believe he still has a motorcycle 10 years into the damn apocalypse." Jesus commented from beside you as you watched Daryl bring the old bike to life with a kickstart.

"You and me both." You chuckled, turning back to your best friend. "How are you anyway? Last time I saw you, you were on bedrest."

"I'm better. The stitches are really starting to annoy me, but Enid said they can come off in a few day. But how are you? You have a few new bruises that weren’t there the last time I saw you." He responded, taking in your healing black eye with a worried expression.

"I'm fine."

Jesus shook his head, "we both know that's not true."

You opened your mouth about to make something up before Daryl and the others all walked over getting ready to say goodbye.

"Heading off?" You asked and Daryl nodded before he pulled you into his chest. "Stay safe, okay?"

"You too." He responded, pulling away as he cupped the side of your face, and he leant forward and kissed you before turning back towards the bike.

Dog and Ace suddenly barked excitedly, thinking they would get to go for a run with Daryl, but you quickly whistled catching their attention.

"Dog, Ace, stay." You ordered and the dogs instantly ran over to you and sat by your feet as you watched the group on horses and Daryl on his bike disappear through the gate.

"They'll be fine." Jesus whispered from beside you, noticing your faint worry.

"I know. So, what do we do now?" You asked, looking over at Jesus before glancing over at Ezekiel, Henry and Lydia who were watching the group leave.

"We enjoy the fair!" Ezekiel stated, holding his arms out towards the community. "Don't forget the movie tonight, you have to be there."

"We won't miss it for the world." You responded watching as Henry and Ezekiel disappeared amongst the crowd.

You ended up just wandering around the fair with Jesus for most the day. Talking and visiting the different stalls people had set up around the place. Eventually, the sun started to set along the horizon as the two of you walked along the streets of Kingdom a bag of popcorn in Jesus' hand as you leant over and grabbed a handful.

"The movie is going to start soon. We should go now if we want good seats." Jesus suggested and you nodded.

"Sounds good. I'm just gonna go find Lydia and Henry. Save me a good seat." You said with a mouthful of popcorn making Jesus laugh as he nodded before he walked off in the direction of the theatre.

You last saw the two kids by the candy booth, so you began to make your way in that direction as the street lanterns hanging from trees lit the community in the darkness while the full moon shone in the sky above you.

"Hey, Y/N, right?" A woman's voice called out.

You stopped and turned around to find Rosita walking towards you.

"Yeah, everything okay?" You asked.

"You haven't happened to see Tara around anywhere, have you?" She asked as she looked around the community trying to find her friend.

"Not for a while. I'll keep an eye out though."

"Thanks." She replied with a small smile before she turned and walked away.

Despite what you had told Jesus, you weren't actually looking for Henry or Lydia. You knew those two would already be in the theatre, they wouldn't miss the movie for the world. You just wanted to do one last sweep of the community and make sure the guards on the watch platforms were still doing their job and check to the walls of the community weren't breached. You couldn't risk the Whisperers sneaking inside while everyone was distracted with a movie.

You knew you were just being paranoid, Ezekiel would make sure his Kingdom was secure, but you knew you'd sit through the movie a lot easier if you knew for yourself. Once you were satisfied that everything was okay and said hi to the two guys on the watch platform, you began to make your way towards the theatre and that's when you heard a voice you wished you didn't.

Alpha.

"You coward. You've betrayed our values. You're coming with me."

For a split second, your body froze, unable to move from where you were standing as you listened to your mother’s voice. It was coming from the other side of the yellow bus across the road, and you knew you should go over there, but you couldn't get yourself to move.

"No." Lydia's voice responded and your stomach dropped.

Alpha had Lydia. No, you couldn't let her take your baby sister. Not again.

"I believe in these people." Your sister continued to say before your mother cut her off.

"That's the poison talking."

That seemed to be enough to get your body to move because before you knew what you were doing, your sword was out, and you were rushing around the large vehicle to find Lydia pinned to the bus with your mother standing in front of her. She was wearing some kind of wig and outfit, but you knew your mothers voice when you heard it.

"Get the hell away from her." You ordered, pointing your sword towards your mother. "Now."

You watched as Alpha tilted her head in your direction with an annoyed expression before she looked back at Lydia in front of her.

"I'm staying here." Lydia said, standing up for herself. "They care about each other here. They care about me. To keep me safe, they'd kill you. Y/N, will. Others will help her. All I'd have to do is scream."

"That was your last chance." Alpha whispered before she pulled out a knife from her pocket and pressed it to your sister’s neck.

"Don't!" You shouted, taking a step forward, your sword still raised to your mother’s head. "You so much as hurt a hair on her head, you're fucking dead."

"No. This is how this is going to go. You put that sword down and you come with me or else your sister is going to have a matching scar like you, got it?"

"Okay. Okay, just don't hurt her." You quickly said, putting your sword in the sheath over your back as you raised your hands. "My sword's away, put your knife away."

Alpha shook her head, "not happening. Now walk."

"Walk where?" You asked, watching as Alpha pulled Lydia away from the bus, holding your sister in front of her with the knife to her throat like a damn human shield.

"To the front gate. You are going to tell the guards that everything is fine and walk out the community. If you even try to signal the guards that something is wrong or if you so much as try anything, your sister is dead, am I clear?" Your mother questioned and you clenched your jaw fighting every muscle in your body as you reluctantly nodded.

"Yes." You muttered.

"Yes what?"

You looked over at Lydia, her wide eyes locking with yours as she gave you a small encouraging nod and you sighed.

"Yes, Alpha." You corrected yourself causing your mother to grin.

You turned back around and slowly started to walk to the front gate. As you got closer to the gate, Alpha hid the knife and instead held Lydia's shoulder as they followed you.

For a moment, you thought about turning around and fighting. The guards were close enough to hear the commotion and would come and help, but you couldn't risk your mother hurting Lydia.

Instead, you forced yourself to keep moving until you reached the front gate and looked up at the Kingdom resident standing on the watch platform. You gave him a friendly wave, trying to act casual as you pulled open the gate.

"Whoa, where are you going?" The guard questioned.

You glanced back up at him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked between the three of you.

"King Ezekiel asked us to go to Hilltop with the others. They need backup in case the Whisperers attack." You lied, but the guard shook his head.

"I can't just let you guys leave."

"Okay. I can go get the King and interrupt his movie and tell him that you're refusing to listen to his orders if you'd rather hear it from him?" You suggested causing the guards eyes to widen.

"No-no, that won't be necessary. You guys have a safe trip to Hilltop." He responded and you nodded your thanks before walking out the gate.

You had no idea where your mother was taking you as she instructed you on where to walk. You thought you knew this area fairly well, but clearly you were wrong because after an hour of walking, you had absolutely no idea where you were until an old barn came into view in the distance.

"Where are you taking us?" You questioned for what felt like the hundredth time.

Like usual, your mother didn't respond as you glanced over your shoulder, eyeing the blade to your sister’s neck before you kept walking. Your brain was working double time trying to figure out how to get you and Lydia out of this without resulting in your deaths.

"Inside." Your mother ordered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the wooden door to the barn, but you only managed to take one step inside before a group of Whisperers in masks surrounded you with knives.

You quickly raised your hands to show that you weren’t a threat before your mother and Lydia walked in behind you.

"Tie their hands like the rest." Alpha ordered.

One of the Whisperers grabbed your wrists in front of you and began to tie rope around them, another doing the same to Lydia.

"Y/N? Lydia?" A small, frightened voice whispered.

Your head shot up, wide eyes looking past the Whisperer in front of you and your jaw dropped when you saw Henry and the others all sitting across the barn, their arms tied as well.

Henry, Tara, Enid, Siddiq, Tammy, Jesus, Connie, Kelly, the two teenagers from Hilltop and the red-haired lady from Alexandria were all inside. How the hell did your mother manage to capture so many of them?

"No talking!" Alpha shouted before the Whisperer tying your wrists together suddenly shoved you to the ground.

With your hands tied together, you couldn't brace yourself for the fall as you landed hard on the floor of the barn and hissed at the pain soaring through your ribs. In an instant, Jesus was hovering over you, his worried eyes locking with yours as you gave him a small nod to tell him that you were okay, but by the look he sent your way it was clear that he didn't believe you.

You glanced over at Henry to find Lydia now on her knees beside him before you watched Alpha walk back out the barn with a couple of the Whisperers.

There were 12 of you and nine Whisperers. The Whisperers had knives and you all had your hands tied, but you still had the numbers.

You eyed the Whisperers cautiously, but they didn't seem to worry about the group of you on the floor as you slowly reached over your shoulder with your tied up hands.

Connie and Kelly must have realised what you were trying to do because they both quickly shuffled over to you and sat up straight between you and the Whisperers by the door, blocking their view as you pulled your sword from your back.

In a matter of seconds, you had cut the rope off your wrists and did the same to Jesus, Connie and Kelly's restraints.

"Don't do anything yet." You whispered and the three of them nodded as they kept the rope loosely dangled over their wrists to not draw attention.

You glanced over at the others, catching Enid's eye as you nodded her over and she grinned spotting the sword you were trying to hide.

Before you had a chance to cut her restraints, two strangers and DJ from Alexandria busted through the front door and started to attack the Whisperers.

"The Highway Men." Tara whispered from across the barn.

You watched as these Highway Men took down a couple of the Whisperers before you got to your feet and stabbed the nearest one through the chest.

"Get out of here!" You shouted, glancing over at Jesus, Connie and Kelly who were closest to the door and could easily slip out.

"What about everyone else?" Jesus questioned, not wanting to leave without the others.

"I'll think of something, just go! Don't look back." You ordered, slicing your sword through another Whisperer, clearing the entrance to the front door for them.

To your relief, Jesus grabbed Connie and Kelly’s arms and pulled them out the barn before you turned your attention back to the others to find them all standing up and fighting against the remaining Whisperers.

"Tara!" You shouted, picking up a knife one of the Whisperers had dropped as you tossed it just in time for her to stab the Whisperer behind her.

You quickly kicked another Whisperer out the way before spearing your sword through his back on the ground.

"We need to clear the entrance!" You shouted, glancing back at the door that was now being guarded by more Whisperers.

If you wanted to get everyone else out, you had to clear the entrance.

"We're on it." One of the Highway Men responded, bashing through a couple of the Whisperers as he rushed towards the door just as something solid slammed into you from behind.

"Y/N!" You thought you heard Lydia shout as you tumbled to the ground, dropping your sword in the process. A small cry of pain escaped your lips as you landed on your side and reached for your ribs in agony.

"Get up. Please get up." Henry begged as you lifted your head to find him and Lydia kneeling down beside you worriedly.

You didn't get a chance to say anything before the sound of gunshots echoed through the barn causing everyone to stop fighting.

"Oh no." The kids whispered as you sat up to find Alpha walking back into the barn with her sawn-off shotgun in her hands and the two Highway Men dead by her feet.

The fighting only paused for a moment before the others all continued and you watched on in horror as your mother shot Addy and Rodney before more Whisperers rushed inside and pinned the others to the ground.

"Get the hell off them!" You shouted as two Whisperers grabbed Henry and Lydia and threw them to the ground, pressing their boots against their backs, pinning them on their stomachs.

You quickly scurried to your feet about to reach for your sword that had been discarded a few metres away before someone big grabbed you from behind and forced you onto your knees.

"Enough." A familiar deep voice growled in your ear.

Oh, hell no. Daryl had killed him. How the fuck was Beta still alive?

You glanced around the barn trying to think of another way out, but there wasn't one. Everyone still alive was pinned to the ground by a Whisperer and you didn't have the numbers anymore. You were screwed.

"Now, I didn't want to have to do that. You have all been picked to be used as an example to your fellow friends and community members. An example to show just how serious I am." Alpha announced before she handed her shotgun to the Whisperer beside her.

You watched in confusion as your mother stepped forward, pulling out a large machete from behind her back. Before you even had a chance to process the new weapon, she walked over to Henry and Lydia who were still pinned to the ground on their stomachs unable to move.

"Don't. Whatever you're going to do, do it to me." You quickly said, trying and struggling to get out of Beta's arms. "I'm the one you want, right? Let all these people go."

Alpha glanced over at you for a moment and for the tiniest second you thought that she was actually considering it before she shook her head and slammed the machete down against Henry's neck with a sickening crunch.

"NO!" Lydia screamed as Henry's head rolled away from his body, a pool of blood quickly mixing with the hay and dirt on the barn floor.

You could see Alpha's lips moving and you knew your mother was talking, but you couldn't hear anything above the blood rushing in your ears as you yanked and struggled in Beta's grip, trying desperately to break free, but he was too strong.

There was nothing you could do, but watch as your mother did the same to the others. Head, after head, after head, until her body and machete were saturated in the blood of your friends.

Siddiq was screaming from beside you where another Whisperer was holding his eyes open, forcing him to watch before Alpha began to walk over to Lydia. Your little sister was sobbing from where she was still lying on her stomach, her eyes squeezed closed as she cried.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" You screamed, thrashing in Beta's hold as you managed to get your elbow free and clock him in the jaw.

You took Beta's sudden shock to your advantage as you escaped from his grasp and rushed over to your sister, but you barely got a few steps before something hard slammed into the side of your head and the last thing you saw was the ground rushing up to meet you before everything turned black.

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