#YOU DO NOT GET TO LAUGH AT A MAN CRYING INTO THE DIRT AND RUNNING AROUND AN ACTUAL GRAVEYARD AT NIGHT FOR FREE. HE DOES NOT DESERVE THAT.

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OFF TO THE RACES | LN4

parings: lando x cowgirl unnamed fem! character (faceclaim bella hadid)

summary: the mclaren team gets taken to a rodeo ahead of the austin grand prix. lando takes the saying; “save a horse, ride a cowboy” a little too literally. let’s take Jesus off the dashboard, he’s got enough on his mind.

warnings: 18+ smut!!, car sex (it’s crime don’t do it), unprotected p in v (also don’t do this), one night stand, lando in a cowboy hat, hickeys, spitting, praise, size kink? kind of, lando has a thing for making her cry (in a good way), social media posts towards the end

wc: 3.8k

a/n: i’m a born and raised texan so don’t come for me with the stereotypes in this LET ME DREAM

Sweat coated his skin as they walked, the road cracked and uneven as they made their way up to the exposition center turned rodeo. It was Zak’s idea, a bonding experience he said for Lando and Oscar even though that was completely unnecessary. They probably spent too much time together as is.

Their boss smiled at them, already sun burnt a bit as they got closer and closer to the blaring country music. “You can’t get a more American experience than this!”

Lando and Oscar looked at each other for a moment before shaking their heads, smiling despite how ridiculous this all seemed. Lando had no interest in watching animals run around in dirt while shitty music blared through speakers all the while someone’s beer might be spilling on him. Then again, maybe he was being cynical and the South was about to be full of surprises.

The whole venue was crowded, making it seem even hotter despite the setting Texas sun. There was a carnival going on as well, a good chunk of people still running around playing games or going on rides. The other half were pouring through the large open doors, the Mclaren Formula One team being a part of it.

It was loud, the metal ceiling and walls echoing the sound of music and people talking and shouting. It was lively, he could admit that. Maybe it would even be fun drunk, but that was a big no go in regard to the rule book of a race weekend.

Someone met them near the entrance, a man who clearly worked with the venue based on the obvious cowboy get up he had on. Boots, hat, the whole thing. Zak did most of the talking while Lando and Oscar looked around curiously, watching as people bustled about and waving at those who recognized them.

Eventually they were led to a section close to the floor, front row seats to all the action. Neither driver really knew what to expect, but the very last thing Lando was anticipating was seeing the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on riding out on horseback.

He was awestruck immediately, his eyes not leaving her as she made her way around the perimeter, smiling and waving as she went. Fuck, she was stunning. Her skin was tan and glowing, her grin bright and brown hair tucked loosely under a cowboy hat. He felt his heart skip a beat as she got closer and closer to where he was sitting, and Lando became acutely aware of himself as he leaned his elbows against the railing. Hoping he didn’t look like a dumbass and for once hoping he didn’t look too British.

Would she even be interested in an Englishman? The thoughts running through his head were ridiculous but everything seemed to go mute as she passed right by him. Tipping her hat down and sending him a wink before the horse continued on its path.

“Careful mate, I think you’re drooling.” Oscar laughed from next to him, nudging him knowingly.

“Shut up, Osc.” Lando barely spared his teammate a glance before he tracked his gaze back to her. Watching in awe as she did whatever the hell she was doing, maneuvering the horse expertly around obstacles, dirt kicking up around her but her face didn’t give anything away but pure determination and focus. He’d never seen anything so graceful.

The rest of the night he kept an eye on her whenever he was able to, his gaze flicking up to the big screen to catch her name anytime she was shown on camera. When she laughed at something her friend said, her head thrown back and eyes crinkling, he thought the earth was opening up underneath him with the desperation to hear the sound of it.

When the rodeo was over, Oscar just about had to drag him away from the railing to get him to leave. “I’m sure this is how your fans feel,” the Australian joked, not at all bothered by the glare Lando was throwing his way.

“I’m not her fan. Merely an admirer.”

“And I'm sure that’s the mindset all your fans have. Besides,” he gestured to where a decently large group of men were waiting near the exit at the back of the expo center shouting her name. “Seems she already has groupies.”

Lando ticked his jaw, not seeing how waiting around would help them at all. He didn’t want to pull the I’m an F1 driver card because then he’d come off like a complete arse. So, cutting his losses he followed everyone else and headed into downtown Austin to find a bar to attend.

Not that he saw the point given; no drinking.

The music was even louder in the bar that was also combined with that he knew very little about like line dancing. Mulling over his water as he scrolled through his phone, he hesitated for a moment before typing her name into instagram.

“Christ,” he muttered. Every time he saw her she seemed to get prettier.

He debated on following her but he knew someone somewhere would take notice and spin it into something it’s not. Even if he wished there was something to blow out of proportion.

Someone bumped his arm and his thumb hit the follow button.

Lando blinked at his phone for a moment, watching her follow count tick up by one and he squeezed his eyes shut. Letting out a sigh he shoved his phone back in his pocket, no point in undoing that hiccup given she’d see the notification. Some small part of himself, or maybe a larger portion, wanted her to take notice. Take an interest, and maybe follow him back. Hell, he’d beg the universe for a DM if he had to.

Oscar appeared and gestured with a hand, smiling as if he knew something. “Look who it is.”

Following his friend’s gaze, Lando looked around before his eyes fell on what Oscar was looking so fucking smug about.

There she was, barely twenty feet away and leaning against the bar. Her smile was contagious as she talked with her friends animatedly with her hands.

“Go and talk to her.”

Lando spun around, looking at Oscar as if he just suggested he commit suicide. “What?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Since when are you nervous when it comes to girls? Just go and say hi.”

“I’ll look like a stalker who followed her here from the rodeo.”

“Right, like she even remembers seeing you.”

Lando's hands went to cover his heart, his features warped into offense. “Ouch, Osc. Low blow.”

The Aussie was hearing none of it as he lightly took hold of Lando’s hoodie and shoved him in her direction. “Thank me later.”

His annoyance wasn’t all that genuine, in fact he was thankful for the shove of encouragement as he made his way over to her. Fuck, was his hair alright? Did he smell bad? He’d been sweating all day. He hadn’t even talked to her yet and she had his mind reverting back into his insecure teenage self.

She caught his eye before he was too close, recognition flashing briefly across her face as her friends continued to talk. Her smile slipped into something more sultry- more knowing. Like she knew exactly why he was here. He wouldn’t be surprised if she got approached a lot, she was stunning.

He came to a stop, her friends' voices slowly fading into silence as they all looked at him. The air tense and a bit awkward but he forced a casual laugh. “Hi.”

Was that really all he had?

She bit her bottom lip, clearly amused by him before he was finally graced by the sound of her voice. “Howdy.”

Even that was heavenly.

“Do people here really say that?” Stupid non flirtatious things were pouring out of his mouth.

Her and her friends laughed, looking at him as if he was a court jester and he wanted to punch Oscar next time he saw him.

“Do you really say cheerio?”

This time he laughed, feeling more relaxed and he shook his head. “No, I don’t at least.”

Her pale green eyes slated to her friends for a moment, something silent passing between them and before he knew it they were alone. She gestured her head for him to come and stand beside her and Lando obliged like a lovesick puppy.

She leaned in close, the smell of her perfume mixed with polished leather was addictive and he wanted to bottle up the scent and keep it forever. “For the record,” she began, her accent light but noticeable. “I do say howdy as a greeting.”

He grinned at her, leaning down to match the level of her gaze and her slight whisper. “It’s cute.”

Her eyes flicked over his face, taking in his features and for the briefest moment her gaze danced over his lips. Making him feel dizzy and he wondered what the woman was doing to him.

She leaned back slightly and took a sip of her drink. “I saw you at the rodeo earlier.”

“I’m glad I’m memorable.”

“You’re hard to miss. You don’t exactly scream you’re from the south. Especially wearing this when it’s almost a hundred out.” She tugged lightly at the string of his hoodie, her lips pulled back in a playful smile and he wished he could just grab her and kiss her. The thought was overwhelming but he had to remind himself not to be an absolute creep.

“Well, it seems the stars are aligning then. I was hoping I’d get to run into you at some point.”

“You sure you didn’t stalk me Mr. Norris?”

He blinked at her. “You know who I am?”

Her cheeks were dusted a rosy pink as she waved her phone at him, his instagram page glowing at him and he shut his eyes. “That was an accident and a coincidence that you happened to be here.”

“Aw, and here I was being flattered.” She scrolled through his page, a giggle leaving her as she came across a picture of him in the ocean with mud all over his face and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

“No, don’t look-“ he tried to cover her screen with his hand but she took hold of his wrist and playfully shoved him away.

“This is golden.” She laughed. “This is what millionaires get up to?”

“You’re looking at all the wrong pictures.” He tried to reason, surely blushing as he made to cover her phone again and she pushed him away, this time with her hip and he felt his mind slip into a numbness that craved her touch again. She was pressed against him now, laughing for another moment before she eventually followed him back.

Her back pressed against his chest, turning to look at him over her shoulder and flashing the screen at him. “There.”

He looked down at her and completely ignored the phone, one hand falling to her waist absentmindedly as his other arm kept him upright against the counter of the bar. Her face was so close and he took in every minute detail. The way her skin glowed, dusted with a faint blush. Her nose was adorable and long lashes fanned out over her glowing eyes.

She was breathtaking.

The feeling of pure want coursed through every nerve in his body, acutely aware of the pressure of her against him. Her jeans tight around her hips and thighs before beginning to flare out and her top was snug fitting and complimented her wonderfully.

His grip on her waist tightened and he heard her breath hitch as she blinked up at him, her pupils blown wide and the smile that stretched his lips was anything but innocent.

Lando had her.

They barely made it into the back seat of her truck before his mouth was colliding with hers in a way that was almost violent as they fell back onto the seats. Lando settled himself between her legs, grinding against her in a way that was shattering his sanity second by second.

Her nails raked up from his neck and into his hair, a groan escaping him and being swallowed up by her mouth. She tasted sweet and had the faint taste of whiskey on her tongue, utterly maddening and he would never get enough of it.

“Take this damn thing off,” she managed to say between bites and kisses, tugging impatiently at his hoodie.

He smiled into the kiss, his hands blindly taking hold of the hem of the fabric before breaking away for a moment to rip it over his head. The truck was a bit cramped but he’d make it work, his mind was consumed by her at the moment and he wanted this to last for an eternity.

Her nails dragged down his body, letting out a content sigh as she took in the sight of his tanned skin and muscle, her fingers hooking into the belt loops of his trousers and the way she looked up at him would’ve been enough to send him over the edge. The sight was heavenly and the innocent look to her in that moment as her brown hair fanned out around her like a nimbus was devastating.

Lando reached forward and took hold of her cowboy hat that had gotten knocked off and placed it on his head, sending her a wink.

When a mewling sound left the back of her throat he raised a brow at her and he felt his cock get impossibly harder. Lando smiled down at her knowingly as he began to undo his belt. “Is this really doing it for you, darling?”

Her eyes nearly looked black with desire as her gaze trailed up from what his hands were doing to his face. “You have no fucking idea.”

He tugged his belt off and tossed it to the side, but before he worked on undressing himself further his fingers danced out and began undoing each button of her too tight shirt. Her breasts had already been tugging at the seams so when he popped one open they practically spilled out for him. No bra and on display and the sound that left him felt primal.

Lando needed her. All of her. Everywhere and every second of the day. If he could have her the way he wanted as he pleased he even considered fucking her in the middle of the paddock if she let him.

His fingers trailed down further and made easy work of her belt and zipper before he leaned back and took hold of each of her legs to rest them on his shoulders. “Lift up for me, baby.”

She didn’t hesitate as she lifted her hips for him and the immediate submissiveness made his mind melt into a puddle of pure desire. He tugged her boots off and then her jeans, and when the sight of her lacy white underwear graced his vision he suddenly wished they would’ve had the patience to get to the hotel.

“Fuck, I bet you taste incredible.”

But there was simply no room. He half debated on saying fuck it and bring her to the bed of the truck so he could ruin her in every way he was dreaming about, but that would probably lead to an arrest and a very unhappy meeting with the team and stewards.

“Please.” Her tone was needy, desperate even as she lifted her hips to him in an attempt to get her closer. There was already a damp spot appearing and Lando wanted to take her away and keep her to himself for the rest of his life.

“Where have you been all my life?” He sighed, his fingers dancing down her thighs and delighting in the way she trembled against his touch. “Tell me what you need.”

She bit her lip so hard he thought it might bleed and his hands dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, earning himself a moan from the back of her throat. “Use your words, baby. I need to hear you.”

“Fuck me, please.” She yanked his hips flush against hers by his belt loops. “And please lord, keep that hat on.”

His grin was wicked as he leaned down to capture her lips again, open mouthed and sloppy. His tongue dancing against hers and exploring, teeth clinking together as he pulled himself out from his trousers and used his other hand to tug her underwear to the side.

Lando never skipped foreplay but he was desperate and so was she. Not to mention she was practically dripping already and when the tip of his cock rubbed against her entrance and clit he shuddered as she let out a gasp, her nails digging into his back.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, darling.”

“Please,” she choked out, pulling him even closer by the back of his neck and kissing him.

When Lando sank into her till his hips were flush against hers he knew he finally found salvation. Purpose is what it felt like. The missing part of his life that he hadn’t even been aware of but now made him whole. He groaned into her mouth, matching her moan.

She was so warm and tight, the muscles of her cunt clenching around him. “You take me so well,” he ground out as he pulled his hips back and watched as he sunk back into her pussy slowly. The sight was other worldly. He wanted to film it but he was now determined that this would not be the last time he had his way with her.

She grinded her hips against him, matching his agonizingly slow rhythm and trying to get more. More satisfaction and he laughed at her desperation before burying his face in her neck, sucking and biting as he continued the slow pace.

“Lando, harder.” She gasped out, clutching at his shoulder with one hand while her other twined in the curly hair at the nape of his neck that was peaking out from under the cowboy hat.

He pulled back, teeth tugging at her skin before he released it with a pop. He got a little carried away, a hickey on her neck already forming but he couldn’t find himself to care as he got lost in the sensation of her cunt around his cock. She was perfectly made for him.

His hands pressed into the seat on either side of her head. “Open.” His tone was sharp and her lips parted immediately at the command. He smiled as he let saliva drip from his tongue and into her mouth, not giving her a moment to get a grip on reality before he then spit on her at the exact same time he pulled his hips back and snapped them hardly forward, burying his cock even deeper inside her.

She let out a cry, pleasure mixing with pain as he brushed against her cervix before pulling back and dragging against her g-spot, only to repeat the process over and over again. Bending her knees up so he could get a better angle, his thrusts brutal and being driven mad by the sound of his name being cried from her lips.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said through heavy pants, watching her unravel beneath him and when his eyes caught sight on her naval the sound that left him didn’t even sound like himself.

Lando could see the outline of his cock as he fucked her, her smaller and skinnier size making it easier. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna kill me, baby. Look at you.” He pressed a hand gently to her stomach, feeling himself thrust in and out.

She bucked against him at the added sensation, tears streaming from her eyes and leaving pretty trails of mascara down her cheeks.

“Lando, oh my god—“ a scream left her as his other hand began rubbing tight circles into her clit. “I’m gonna—“

“Do you want to come on my cock, darling?”

She nodded, words lost on her and Lando knew he was on the verge of crashing as well. Feeling each of his nerves winding tightly. “Why don’t we come together, can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Please.”

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his tone soft. A complete antithesis to the almost violent pace of his cock slamming into her.

He switched the direction of his fingers on her clit. “Now, darling.”

Not a moment later she was convulsing against him, her cunt clamping down in his cock and Lando groaned out her name as he threw his head back, his cum filling her up nicely as the muscles in his stomach clenched. Sweat was coating both their bodies, all the windows completely fogged up and he felt delirious as he collapsed on top of her, settling comfortably between her hips and still buried inside of her.

He could both feel and hear her rapid heart beat, her warm breath coating the side of his neck as she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

“God, I love the English,” she muttered breathlessly against him and he laughed, loving the way she fit so snugly against him.

“And I’m in love with this form of southern hospitality.”

She snorted, the sound heartbreakingly adorable and he never wanted to let go of her. “All I said to you was howdy.”

He turned his face to hers, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Say y’all.”

She raised a brow at him but complied. “Y’all?”

He groaned and kissed her through her laughter. “I’m done for.”

Eventually, and not with any thrill, he had to pull out of her and she shivered as he did so. Picking up his discarded hoodie from the floor, he gestured for her to sit up. “Lift your arms,” his voice was soft and his heart clenched as she smiled at him, doing as told.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him but he felt like he was struck by cupid’s arrow or something. Lando didn’t want this night to end and he wanted to see her tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. He wanted her by his side till he was rotting away in the earth.

He needed to thank Oscar next time he saw him.

Slipping the hoodie on her, he brushed the hair out of her eyes and dusted his thumbs over her cheekbones as he cradled her face. The air was quiet but not tense, a comfortable silence and he sighed slightly through his nose.

“What?” She asked, her brows furrowed and her smile timid. A bit shy despite the events that just unfolded.

“Would it be mental to ask you to come to the race this weekend?”

His eyes caught her tongue as it darted out to wet her lips, which were slowly forming into a grin. “I would love to, but I don’t know anything about it.”

He shrugged, pulling her in gently by hooking a finger into the collar of his hoodie she was wearing. “Just cheer for car number four and I’ll be on top of the world.”

She bit her lip, eyes searching his before she nodded. “Okay, but I want to do something for you.”

“You don’t need to—“

“It’ll be fun.” She reached her hands up and straightened the cowboy hat on his head. “Besides I haven’t seen enough of you dressed like this yet.”

landonorris

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landonorris am i doing this right?

photo creds and tour of austin courtesy of youruser

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userone: THIS IS EVERYTHING

youruser: you are definitely doing this right

landonorris: taught by the best

oscarpiastri: i’m still waiting on a thank you

landonorris: shut up

usertwo: i need to know the tea

userthree: AND WHOS THE GIRL???

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f1wags oh? who’s this? potentially a new wag spotted in the paddock this weekend at the usgp and rooting for lando norris!! some sources say they were seen together afterward, but nothing is set in stone yet! pictured is; youruser

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userone: OH MY GOD THEY WOULD LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER

usertwo: right?? i hope it’s true

userthree: lando dating a cowgirl is not something i knew i needed

userfour: ew? really? not an american LMAO

userfive: she’s literally stunning what do you mean

usersix: the way she was screaming and cheering for him has me SOBBING she already seems so supportive

userseven: everyone needs to chill we don’t even know if they’re together, just because they follow one another doesn’t mean anything

usereight: you must be fun at parties

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youruser south side of heaven

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userone: PLS TELL ME THATS LANDO

usertwo: oh my god?? all the wags liking it???

userthree: CHAT PLS I NEED HER AND LANDO TO BE REAL

userfour: he’s been seen in texas NUMEROUS times over the break istg i think they are dating

landonorris and youruser

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landonorris happy birthday pretty girl

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userone: oh. my. GOD

usertwo: I KNEW IT

carlossainz55: the black and white made me think she had passed

youruser: i thought i missed my own funeral

landonorris: i hate you both

userthree: IM LOSING MY MIND WKSKSJW

userfour: he looks so happy IM SOBBING

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Stinging nettles.

Toji plays a game with you.

Yandere!Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non con,Forced,Forced oral sex,Knife play,Spitting,Hunting you,Confirmed Toji is a panty sniffer. (This should be cannon :)),Graze, cuts, injury,Hair pulling,Degradation,Stalking

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“Now. If I take the gag out, you aren't gonna scream, are you?”

Shaking your head didn't seem to please him. 

“Make me at least believe it. This is just pathetic.”

You shook even more, like your head would unscrew if you kept up. But the display of effort earned you a slow forming smile and tilted head in return. 

“Good girl.” 

He ran his fingers through a loose strand of hair. The material of your own panties dried your tongue like sand, soaking up any moisture left, damped by your tears. Pulling them out, he held them to his nose, taking the cloth in like an inhaler. A groan escaped him, a sigh of an addict. He tucked them back in his pocket.

He had a knife slung across his shoulder. A knife that had no business being that long, but was no less terrifying, sitting there in two parts. The negative space in between was where he placed your throat once he’d taken you.

“I think we should play a game.” 

He stood up, the leaves of the forest crunching under his shoes, belittling you. Haunting you. Even the crows in the trees were laughing. “Poor little you. Can't do anything without crying. That’s why he chose you.”

“You were quite adept in avoiding me for a while. I wanna see how well you can actually do it with your life on the line.”

My life?

The rope binds came loose, blood flow returning to your arms with pins and needles made you tremble. He even freed your legs, pulling the cable ties and cutting them away. You weren't sure whether this was another trap like last time. He toyed with you, making the world seem brighter by letting you go, letting you run for home.

But this was where you ended up. In the forest, in broad daylight, hoping, praying for a passer by to find you. Not that they would be able to fight him off, but the sentiment kept your will stronger than it should have been.

“How about…” He crouched down in front of you, his fist firmly planted on his knife. “You run, and if you win, I’ll let you go.”

He’d never just let you go. Would he?

“W-what- what would happen if I lose?”

“Sweetheart.” Scooping up the loose hair, he tucked behind your ear so lovingly. “You don't want to know what I’ll do with you if you lose. But I'm counting on it, so try your best and fight back.”

It could have been the cold, but you believed in that moment, when goosebumps raided your entire body with a shiver, that it was his words that did it instead. His eyes, body language all pointed to his seriousness, and his smile showed he was going to enjoy it too. 

 He’s going to skin me, isn't he?

“Get up then, go on.” He stood back for a moment and paused. He understood. “Here, let me help you. The feeling probably still hasn't returned yet, right?”

In any other situation, someone might have thought he was a concerned lover, caring for his wife, like he actually cared for you. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t have taken you the first time if he did. Maybe like a fucking human being he could have asked you out at one point. 

The person you were then, probably would have said yes too.

“There we go. All better now.” 

To be honest, you looked like you’d been dragged through a bush backwards, hair matted, dress crumbled full of dirt. He must have seen that because he straightened out your dress like it meant something. 

He paused and glared at you up and down. “Don’t look at me like that. All doe eyed. Some people will actually think you’re trying to turn me on.”

It was just a look. Nothing more. Perhaps more so terrified of the man, than his delusion of seduction. You just didn’t want to die and he wanted to play a game. A man you tried so hard to stay away from, and he found you all away across the continent.

He left you bare foot, quivering in the autumn breeze, circling you in a way he’d devour you. “I’ll give you…” He stopped for a moment in contemplation before continuing. “An hour head start?”

The knife made a horrifying cling as it scraped a rock nearby. A knife he would skewer you on. An hour. Where could you get in an hour? You had no idea how big the forest was, nor where you even were. But how would you fair with no shoes on?

He whistled and sang his words. “You better run.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You took off, the rough, coarse dirt already burning the soles of your feet. Your misty breath filled your vision as you climbed over a fallen tree, laying in your path to graze your bare thighs. 

“Shit!” You tried your best to keep quiet, but the burn singed, it was dry and grazed your inner thigh, so close to your exposed sensitive area.

You wished that psycho hadn’t of taken your underwear. 

You scrambled off of the ground because you landed with a hollow thump, your bare foot almost caught itself in the exposed tree roots, cutting your hand up in the process. It stung, it really fucking stung, but the pain, you know would worsen if Toji got a hold of you. 

You never saw if he had a temper, but you didnt need to, he was fucked up enough on a good day. For a moment you thought about giving up, letting him take you home and do whatever he wanted to do, it would take less energy that way.

How the fuck do I get out of here?

Parts of the forest looked the same, it was a big bowl of trees, hills here, hills there, one big rock, another big rock, a stupid rope swing, a drizzle of water flowing downhill. It all looked the fucking same, what were you going to do?

Then, your foot slipped, sending you rolling down the incline you had just climbed. Rocks, sticks, tree roots, they all cut into you, scraped or dinged you on the way down, the spinning ground was a blur visually disturbing how it was going so quick. All you could do was protect your head until you stopped. 

And then you were dizzy, the world spun so much, you didn’t notice the large wolf sneaking up behind you, you just fell over. The growl clued you in on the situation, it was fucking huge, low to the ground with its teeth showing aggression. 

“Fuck.” You breathed, stepping back slowly, but there was nothing you could do. “Good dog.” 

Like that was going to make the thing sit and wait for a stick. 

Your only option was to close your eyes and wait, maybe it was better this way, then you wouldn't have to deal with Toji anymore. That would be nice. You didn't even know where you were, it’s not like anyone was going to be able to find you in this maze.   

So you closed your eyes and sat down in a ball, and waited.

There was a cut, a whine and a slice. The thud made you look up, the wolf was dead, beheaded where it stood and Toji put his foot on top of it like a superhero. But he wasn't your superhero, he was your villain.

“If I weren't here, you would have died. Can’t have that.” He noticed your lost expression and it made him chuckle. “I lied. I couldn’t wait an hour. You’re so pathetic, I had to make sure you didn't die.”

You lost. No, no you didn't lose, he cheated. You got up and gripped at the loose dirt to get away, but you didn't get far, his hand was already gripped tight in your hair, pulling back to hold you where he wanted you. 

“Where are you going? I found you, remember?” He tugged so hard, it sent you crashing to the floor in a heap, he never let go of your hair.

You tried your hardest to claw at his hands, maybe that could have made him drop you, but his grip was like a machine, it didnt react to the hurt you were giving it. 

“Now what should I get because I won? Your legs are pretty beat up, so I guess I can’t fuck you.” He studied you, undressed you. “I know, your pretty, little mouth is working just fine. I heard you moaning when you hurt yourself, shall we put it to good use?” 

Toji pulled you up so you were in your knees, his fingers still wedged in the curls of your hair, your scalped burned like he could scalp you at any moment. 

You were so close to his crotch and you watched his free hand unzip his pants, the outline of his hardness came through as he exposed his boxers. Toji pulled out your underwear from his pocket and took a whiff again. 

“Shit, I can still smell you. As soon as your legs are better, I’m going to destroy you. I’ve always wanted to.” 

He fished out his throbbing member from his boxers and wrapped your panties around the base, like a fabric cock ring. It twitched and looked at you, pre come already dribbling out of the tip. 

Seeing you like this had already turned him on so much, it was so fucked, so absolutely fucked. 

“Toji I-“ 

You didn’t get to finish your plea, he grabbed your chin and forced your mouth open. “Open wide baby, I’ve got a present for ya.” 

He spat into your open mouth, the warm spit landed on your tongue, going cold instantly, like the weather, with your knees on the damp soil. It was disgusting, but he didn’t even give you that to think about before he held you there, pushing the tip of his length past your lips. 

“You’re going to suck me good and dry. I earned this because I won our game. You look so pretty on your knees for me, your eye makeup is all smudged.”

You couldn’t respond, by now he had pushed as much as he could inside, the tip pushed the back of your throat like it would tear a hole in it, he grabbed the back of your head and held you there, twitching away inside you. 

“Look at you taking all of me, I thought I might need to use my knife to get you to behave, but you learn quickly, you’re so obedient.” He grunted as he pulled out slowly. “I bet if I sat you on my cock right now, you’d bounce on it without me even asking.”

“Keep your eyes open.” There was frustration in his voice as he struggled to speak, he started to thrust your mouth. “Watch me, I want to see those glossy eyes tear up when you gag.” 

Making eye contact with his was hard, much harder than what was in your mouth, it made you angry, you wished that fucking wolf had eaten you, that Toji had left you to die. The bastard didn’t deserve anyone in his sad little life even though he was taking it. 

He noticed your mood change eerily fast. “Don’t frown at me, are you getting stroppy because I’m not doing what you want? I’m sorry baby, but I’m not paying you attention because you lost, we had a deal.” 

He picked up the pace, pumping himself into your mouth, making you gag and retch, he kept going, moaning away and cursing under his breath. It made your eyes water, the motion causing sloppy squelching loud enough over the breeze through the trees. 

You were basically his fuck toy now. And he knew that.

“I could fuck you anywhere I want and you’d do as you were told, wouldn’t you? Shit, now I know why guys get married-we should get married- ah fuck that’s good.”

He face fucked you, giving you no room to move or breath, you tried your best to steady yourself, but he was thrusting himself like a machine, the raw strength he had, there wasn’t a thing you could do.

“Yeah, you’d look so good in white, walking down the aisle or somethin’. And I could take you infront of everyone to show them whose name you took.” 

He cursed under his breath, you only hoped he was close so this could be done. And he confirmed that the grip on you was so tight, his nails dug in and stung. 

“I’m close, baby, you ready to take this? Because it’s all for you- just for you because you’re perfect- this is gonna be a big one.”

In another world, you would have said his moans were angelic, so soft they were almost unnatural. But looking up at the man with his cock rammed down your throat, ejaculating so much it was choking you, it made it sound so disgusting. 

“Oh fuck- holy shit!-“ He jerked and jutted, coming off of his orgasm. “You take that so well. I’m surprised actually. I thought you would at least try and spit.” He pulled out and kneeled down to you. “At least it’s one thing you didn’t give up on.” 

He pocketed the panties again, but not before he inhaled them one last time, and the peck on the lips he gave you was soft, firm and maybe even loving, but you knew it wasn’t, it was a cruel joke that you would endure for god knows how long, until you had another chance to get away.

You didn’t know if you would get another chance again, but there was hope. 

The bastard even took you hand in his. “I’m done with this game already. Come on. Let’s get you home, you must be freezing.”  

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[curly-fry-3]

Dean x Daughter!reader can you do this? Reader and Dean get caught in a hunt and it's a vampire or demon who wants revenge on Dean. They hurt the reader and Dean goes into protective dad mode.

𖦹Protection𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean goes crazy after hearing you got taken

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 1275

notes𖦹 I feel like I haven't written in forever omg I hope this is good

Dean was starting to get worried. Usually you'd be home from school by now but you're nowhere in sight. You'd been gone for an extra two hours and Dean was pacing around the tables in the library. Maybe you were just out having fun and forgot to tell him, or you're breaking rules and don't want him to know (either way you'd be in trouble) but Dean has a really bad feeling. His mind is constantly going; what if you're hurt, what if someone took you–or something.

Your location was turned off, he had already checked multiple times. Why was it off? You always kept it on, it's Dean’s number one rule. He didn't even have time to worry about you running around town disobeying him, he should be researching the demon case with Sam.

After a couple more minutes of pacing he decides to check your location again. He's shocked to find out that it's turned back on and you're a couple cities over…in a warehouse–The exact warehouse that Sam had tracked the demons to. Shit. The worst thing that could possibly happen, happened. He promised you that he would keep you safe, but you got taken while on your way home from school. 

Dean is already getting his shoes on, grabbing his gun, and knife when he gets a call from you. He quickly answers as he continues making his way out the bunker, “Y/N?”

Your shaky voice responds “Dad…I'm not hurt but I will be if you don't show up within the next two hours.”

He rushes out to the impala the second he hears your voice. He can tell you've been crying and that the call is being monitored by someone else, “sweetheart, i'm gonna be there. It's all gonna be ok. I won't let them touch you”

He can hear you take anxious deep breaths. “I'm scared, they grabbed me while I was walking–” Dean listened as the phone is taken from you and passed around the room

At this point, he is already speeding down the freeway with his phone tightly gripped up against his ear, waiting for any noise to come from the other line. He was gonna kill them. He was gonna kill them all. God, how could he let you get taken like this. He should be able to protect you, that's his job. You're scared and it's his fault. Everytime he thinks about how terrified your voice sounded, his foot presses harder on the gas.

After a couple minutes of silence, Dean hears a man's voice on the phone “you still there Dean? Oh, I can picture your face now. You look a little constipated when you get angry”

“You touch her and your dead” He seethes 

The demon laughs lightly, “We’ll just have to see about that, won't we? I have a feeling shes a screamer”

He presses harder on the gas and continues driving with a white knuckle grip on the wheel, “You won't be getting to test that theory”

The demon sighs out in annoyance, “Really dean? You wanna be the one giving orders when I have your daughter tied up? I thought you were smarter than that. Just remember, you only have an hour left” 

The line goes dead and Dean throws his phone across the bench seat in anger, breaking it. He just has to focus on getting there and saving you, he can wallow in his guilt when he knows you're ok.

After about another forty minutes of driving, Dean swerves into the dirt lot in front of the warehouse and storms in, stabbing every demon who interrupts his path. He has to find you and get you out, he doesn't need you to see him ripping that asshole demon limb from limb. 

He was in the middle of taking his knife out of the chest of a demon when he heard you whimpering and being told to shut up. He rushes in the direction of your voice and makes his way into a large open room with dirty concrete floors. He immediately notices you tied up with rope in a chair in the center of the room. There was one other demon with you, probably the man on the phone. 

You notice him immediately and yell out “Dad!”

The demon turns toward you and covers your mouth with duct tape. “Do you know how many times ive had to tell her to shut up? You winchesters are so annoying” He asks Dean

He grips his knife tighter “you said you wouldn't hurt her if I came, im here, so back off”

The demon ignores his request and stays firmly planted in his standing position next to the chair, “always so demanding, gets me hot”

Dean grits his teeth “did you kidnap my daughter just to flirt with me? What the hell do you want?”

The man huffs out in fake exhaustion, “Revenge, obviously?”

“I dont want to burst your bubble, but I have no clue who the fuck you are” He states firmly

The demon gasps dramatically “You wound me. Did our long, sexually charged, wrestle match back in boston mean nothing to you”

He rolls his eyes angrily “buddy I don't remember you”

“You will after this” the demon then pulls a knife from behind his back and brings it up to your neck, putting just enough pressure to barely break skin. “Now, i'm gonna gut her infront of you”

Dean watches as the knife presses harder against you while deciding what would be the safest way for you to get out of this. He watches your pained expression as you frantically try to breathe through the duct tape. He pulls his arm back and uses all his strength to throw the knife into the demon's chest. The man falls to the floor with a pained gasp before the light flickers and the demon is officially dead. 

As soon as the man drops to the ground, Dean races over to you. Kneeling on the ground, he carefully pulls the tape away from your mouth. You take a deep breath when your mouth is no longer obstructed. “Dad!”

“Sweetheart, you're ok, I'm here, they're all dead. You're safe” He comforts as he unties the rope around your wrists and ankles.

The second you’re free from the rope, you throw your arms around Dean and melt into his arms. He can feel you crying against his shoulder, wetting his shirt sleeve. He kisses your forehead, pulling you further into his embrace while rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I'm here, princess. We can go home now. You're not gonna leave my sight, ok?”

You take quick, shaky breaths, trying to calm your crying, and nod against his shoulder. “Yeah, I wanna go home”He tugs you closer to his chest, with his arm supporting under your knees, and picks you up bridal style. You clutch onto the lapels of his jacket as he walks you out to the car and puts you in the passenger seat. About halfway into the drive back, you're asleep against him with his arm wrapped around you, playing with your hair to help calm you down. For the next couple of weeks you wouldn't leave Dean's side; following him around the bunker, sitting in the passenger seat every time he drove, and sleeping with him every night. That night was probably the scariest moment of both your lives, and Dean knows he can never let it happen again. For the time being, he’ll homeschool you to make sure you're safe, but he hopes eventually he can give you the normal life you deserve.

sorry if there are any typos

@areswasneverhere @mfstargirlsworld @childofjove

[cod-indulgences]

How do you think Simon or Kyle would react to user having like a really puffy petticoat/ puff skirt?

They're extremely soft and it's amazing wearing them + you don't have to worry about like, accidentally showing anything since there are so many ruffles? (They're also adorable with movement?? Twirling makes them puff up kinda and it's all fluffy cloud and cloth, jumping too)

(I asked this to someone else but just decided to bite the bullet here-)

Simon Riley x female!reader, exhibitionism, dubcon, fucking in public, but they're the only ones who know- right?, slight humiliation/degradation

It's not a costume, it's cosplay, you insist, but Simon isn't really listening. Simon would be playing with the ruffles even as he insists he's not. Flipping the edges and running the lace edges between his fingers. No he's not messing with your skirt, he's just getting some dirt off. There was a bug. He's just checking it's sitting right, you put so much effort into your outfit love, just try'na help.

It's only when he lifts you up to get a kiss and realizes how deep the skirt goes that his brain turns over. Both hands on your ass and he's in ruffles up to his elbows, you can't see a goddamn thing through it, and it hits him that he could split you open on his cock and no one would know.

He hauls you into his lap, nuzzling your throat as you giggle and scold him about PDA, and sneaks a hand up to your pussy beneath the skirt. You can't get up off him easily, and he's got those strong fingers rubbing over your clit through your panties, fuck why did you decide to go all in with your outfit and pick the lacey lingerie?? Now it's dragging and scratching your clit, plumping you up, and Simon grins because he knows he's got you. Poor sweet thing, getting all stupid even before his cock is in you.

You try and balk when he pulls his dick out and rubs the wet head against your hole. Panties pulled to the side, your legs open over his lap, Simon, someone will see!

See you crying on my cock, he says in your ear, and tugs your face down into his shoulder to muffle your shout as he lifts you up and all the way down. Just a sweet thing on her man's lap, nothing happening here, and he hitches his hips up in little grinding thrusts that make you moan and whimper. He can feel you drooling on his balls, and whispers how cute you are dressed like this, how easy you made it for him to just get his cock in you, right here where all the people are milling around, taking photos, maybe looking over to see what's going on with that couple in the corner, the big man holding his girl in his lap. How sweet, how innocent.

Would they still call you innocent if they knew how hard you're coming just from warming my cock?

Simon holds you and rubs your back through the shuddering and clenching, letting your cunt squeeze and fuck down onto him, the thick pile of skirts around your hips and thighs rustling only a little. Amazing, and he reminds you to keep your voice down as he starts bouncing you up and down, sneaking a hand up to grope your tits though your top, tugging a nipple out so he can pinch it.

You're so blissed out you barely manage a protest, but he pins you under his arm like he's embracing you. Shush lovie, let me use this little pussy and I'll get you back on your feet. I'm so close already, you feel so good, hot and tight, and your pussy clamps down as Simon shoves his cock so deep it aches, biting on your shoulder to muffle himself.

When he pulls out you whimper at the slick mess over your thighs, sticking the inner layer of your skirts to your skin, panties twisted up and soaked through. Simon just laughs and tucks his cock away, setting you on your feet with a kiss. Next time you wear this, don't bother with the panties, he says, and tugs your top back into place as a camera shutter flashes.

[bradleysass]

Map - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 773

"You're holding it upside down."

"I'm not holding it upside down, Regulus."

James’ voice wobbled dangerously, which was a sign that he was either going to cry or laugh hysterically. Regulus hoped for the latter. He didn't have the emotional energy to console him if he broke down into frustrated tears.

"You absolutely are," Regulus said, snatching the wrinkled, smudged map out of James' grip. "The words are upside down, you idiot."

James made a strangled noise. "Oh, because that’s the problem! Not the fact that the ink is running, and we have no idea where we are, and my socks are wet, and we—"

"James."

James inhaled sharply. He looked one second away from a full-blown tantrum. His glasses had slid down his nose, and his curls were frizzing from the humidity. Regulus should’ve found it funny, but he was too busy being angry.

"This was your plan," Regulus reminded him, holding up the ruined map like it was exhibit A in James’ trial for Worst Navigator of the Year. "You said we wouldn’t get lost. You said, and I quote, 'Reg, my love, my moon and stars, my most beautiful boy, I am a professional at reading maps.'"

James groaned, running a hand down his face. "To be fair, I really thought I was."

"Clearly, you were wrong."

"You could be a little less mean about it," James muttered, kicking a stray rock.

Regulus folded his arms. "We are stranded in the middle of nowhere. My shoes are covered in mud. There is no signal. There is no road. There is—" He gestured vaguely at the abyss of trees and dirt surrounding them. "—nothing, James. How, exactly, am I supposed to be nice about that?"

James sniffled.

Regulus exhaled through his nose. "Oh, don’t do that."

"I'm not—" James cleared his throat, blinking rapidly. "I’m not doing anything."

"You’re going to cry," Regulus accused.

"I am not going to cry!" James said, deeply offended, even as his lower lip wobbled.

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Merlin." He was stuck in the middle of the wilderness with a man who was possibly on the verge of tears and definitely not on the verge of getting them out of this mess.

James huffed, rubbing his nose. "I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas."

"That's because I'm too busy being furious at you."

"Okay, but if you put that aside for a second—"

Regulus fixed him with a glare.

James sighed, defeated.

The trees rustled ominously.

Regulus stared down at the smeared map in his hands. The ink had bled in long, inky streaks, their route a meaningless blur. They might as well have been looking at an abstract painting. He let his hands drop to his sides, feeling the last of his patience drain out of him.

"Well," he said flatly. "I suppose this is where we die."

James groaned dramatically. "Oh my god, Reg, you’re being so dramatic."

"Am I?" Regulus turned his glare back on him. "Are we not two idiots lost in the wilderness, with no sense of direction and no survival skills to speak of?"

James opened his mouth, then closed it. He considered. "I have survival skills," he finally muttered.

Regulus arched an eyebrow.

James hesitated. "Some survival skills."

"Which ones?" Regulus asked, voice syrupy with false sweetness. "You mean the ones that got us lost? Or the ones that made you bring a map drawn on parchment when rain was in the forecast?"

James groaned again, dramatically collapsing onto the nearest tree stump. "You love being right, don’t you?"

"I love not dying in the woods, James."

James scrubbed his hands over his face. "Okay. Okay. Let's think. Worst case scenario, we sleep here for the night—"

Regulus made a strangled sound.

"—but we won’t have to do that," James hurriedly added, correctly interpreting the look of absolute horror on Regulus' face. "Because we are capable and resourceful and will get back to civilization before sunset!"

Regulus inhaled deeply through his nose. "If we get out of here, I’m going to kill you."

James grinned at him. "You’d miss me too much."

Regulus didn’t dignify that with a response.

Instead, he turned on his heel, facing a random direction. If James had ruined their only map, then they would have to get out the old-fashioned way. "Come on," he said, grabbing James by the wrist and yanking him to his feet. "We’re walking until we find a road."

"You're so bossy," James muttered, but he followed.

Regulus didn’t let go of his hand.

Even if they were doomed, they’d be doomed together.

[heartfullofleeches]

Maybe a better idea..... Farmer Flemish giant rabbit Yan catches Foxboy reader, but gives reader the choice that if he becomes the yans malewife he can live.

(That was the plan to some extent in the long run, but the chase is fun, no? Regardless, here's a blurb of the two lovebirds)

Male Flemish Rabbit Yan + Foxboy Reader

Warnings: Imprisonment, kidnapping. Reader's pronouns are not mentioned, but they are thought of as male. The term Wife is used.

-

That bastard....

"Let me out! Let. Me. Out!"

Rearing your legs as far back as the tight space would grant, your knees bump into your chest as you kick out. Metal grates dig at your arms with every slight turn and jostle of your body. Dirt and moulted feathers mat your fur, yet there isn't any poultry in sight for you to feast and console yourself upon.

Damn it... You knew it was too good to be true. That farmer was a fool, but a watchful and cautious one at that. He'd never leave the door to his pens open unless he was sick or injured. Maybe part of you had prayed that he was. Wrong as it may be to wish ill on someone making a living for himself, you were just trying to survive too.

"Let me out.... please.." Your voice wavers as the pains of hunger and stress exhaust what little strength you have left. Your balled fists slap pathetically against the metal cages as tears well in your eyes, daring to spill. You won't let them. You won't let him win.

"I said...GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

The gravel outside your wooden prison shifts.

"In due time, Love. We've got a deal to make first."

Dread consumes the emptiness in your stomach, pinning your limbs to the dirt covered floor as he at sinks to his knees. Your knees curl into your chest once more, body and mind subconsciously making yourself smaller as his larger figure draws into view - blocking your sight of the forest beyond his land. Your home. You don't even realize your crying till his fingers brush the wetness from your cheek. You have half a mind to bite them off as they get stuck between the grates.

You snarl- "If you wanted me gone you could've asked..."

The farmer presses a strong hand to his mouth, suppressing a laugh. "If I wanted ya gone, I would'a taken the sheriff's generous offer of a shotgun the last time I had him over. You know how he is about outsiders."

The bite in your stare remains - still, your legs quiver at the mention. "You aren't going to turn me over to him, are you?

He can't. The farmer is lenient towards your crimes, but that man.. That rabbit... He'll have you hanging from the town hall by nightfall.

"Please... I'll...I'll do anything...I'll work off my debt day and night, I-"

"Sweetheart...." The farmer rest a hand on the steel wall of the coop, gently petting its bars as he would your fuzzy little head once you agreed to be his. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you or make you do any hard labor."

"Then-" Your cracked tongue wets your splitting lips. "What do you want from me?"

The farmer cranes his head, meeting you eye to eye. The bags beneath his eyes seemed heavier than usual. How long had been out here waiting for you to return?"

"Cute little fox like yourself shouldn't be out here scrounging around for scraps or the occasional unattended hen. You should have a roof over your head, a comfy bed, all the food you could ever want."

What's he going on about? Another trap?... "If I'm not going to work for it... How does this deal benefit you?"

"I want you to be my wife."

"Wha?!- Ouch!-" Your head shoots up, ramming into the low hanging support beams. "Are you crazy?"

The farmer lets a chuckle slip. "Heh, I'd have to have lost my mind not falling for ya. Think about it this way, Sweetheart. You come home with me and I fill that belly of yours full of food. Or I call up the sheriff and he fills it with lead. Your choice."

Your howling stomach betrays any fight you have remaining. You don't have many options in this scenario. Push come to shove, you could possibly make your escape in the dead of night when he least expects it - taking as many of his hens as your arms could carry.

"Okay... I'll.. be your wife."

"Smart fox." The farmer stands - rounding the corner to the front of the henhouse. He lifts the wooden board that had fallen into place as you crawling inside hours ago. Your legs are too cramped and spent from all that kicking to fight him as he pulls you out by your tail and into his well built arms. The farmer presses his nose to your face, nuzzling your cheek as he walks off towards his home - carrying you bridal style.

"Welcome home, Hun."

[kit-williams]

The black rut

Thank you @thelostprimarch for infecting me with this idea as well as @yestheantichrist for helping more with this idea aka planting the idea of a poor guardsman

tw: NSFW; dubious at best; most likely noncon; female reader

You broke from the line or rather what remained of the line after the astartes ran in. Your unit was decimated so at times with how spread out you were it felt like you were alone with the astartes and that made you feel blessed but also terrified. Like this moment now as the other Blood Angel had told you to run when his brother started acting funny. You curled up into a ball covering your mouth with your scarf and your hands as you try to calm down... nothing in the primer told you how to deal with this.

Your hearts seized as you could hear the snarling... pretty green eyes had turned red as his helm was just a partial one... leaving his eyes and the top of his head exposed. Short chocolate locks that curled at the ends... you think his laugh was melodic... you don't think you've ever seen anyone so beautiful, living, dead, even in paintings... You curled in on yourself as you could hear him slowly get closer.

You didn't understand what was going on... understand how fortuitous for this brother angel that the rage had turned into a rut... you didn't know that his brothers had allowed him to chase you down to help clear his head. The snarling sounded so close you slowly peaked up and there was blessedly nothing there... no he rushed you down from your left. The scream never had a chance to leave your throat as nearly a ton of geneforged muscle and ceremite was upon you and you were doing your best to keep your limbs in tact.

Your armor crumpled like wet paper in his hands as he ripped it free. You feel something break, you think, as his hand wrenches your lazgun away. You feel yourself curl in on yourself as you whimper to the Emperor as your trousers are torn away. It doesn't even register to you what is going on till the thud from his codpiece hitting the dirt and the bulge in his body glove just grinding hard between your legs. You hiccup as those heavy tears roll down your cheeks you think about screaming but you see the glazed look in his eyes as he just grinds against you... you're so afraid to make him mad...

You close your eyes just trying to not trigger the suddenly monstrous space marine. The material of his body glove and the heat causes you to feel something... the shame of being turned on by this... you wince as you remember your crushed armor and now missing weapon... you doubt the commissar is going to believe this. Your so caught up in your thoughts you dont feel or see for that matter, given how your eyes are closed, him pull himself out of his body glove. His cock throbbing with the pulse of a twin heartbeat.

The pain is what makes you thrash and kick as he forces himself into you deeply. You can't stop the screaming and the crying as you try and of course fail to stop him from moving. He's thick, not the thickest you've had but it still hurts for a man his size to move that deep inside of you. Your hair is grabbed, when did you lose your helmet, and your forced to look him in his eyes. You're staring at an animal and you can't help but cry.

It feels far too quickly... both merciful and shamefully quick for you to hear the wet fapping noise of your cunt swallowing his cock. The weeping turning into panting from you as you close your eyes to not look at the intense gaze from him. But that doesn't help you for when you feel him cum in you something goes wrong and you feel your sense of balance goes away... am I dying?

You learn latter after waking up on the battle barge that he had knocked you out... but isn't this how your life had always been? Never having say in anything. He tried his best to soothe you when you were told what was going on... no one caring that he was the cause of your distress and you had to swallow the fear and just accept the gentle arms now holding you as for what anyone knew... you were dead and you now served the lords angels. How grand.

[charmedreincarnation]

Success story (not the void)

Maya, as I promised you, I'm writing you my success story. It's quite a wild one, so please bear with me.

My journey started during the Angel era, when I was struggling with the void state. I tried everything I could think of to get out of it - every method, every meditation technique, affirming, intention, lucid dreaming, and even coaching from various LoA experts, including those not so well-known. I was desperate for a breakthrough, a key to unlock the life I deserved. I would have done anything, even ate dirt if that was what it took.

At that time, my family was going through a rough patch. My abusive father, a police officer, divorced my mother and left us with nothing. We were homeless, living out of our car, while my dad was living a comfortable life. He had a new girlfriend, a younger woman, and continued to be respected in his job. Meanwhile, my mom, who was a victim of his abuse, was labeled a liar and lost everything. I was filled with rage, towards him, towards the world, towards the jury that declared him innocent. I wasn’t safe in this world especially being homeless, women and children are the most vulnerable to sexual and physical assault. I was scared, unsafe, and had nothing aside my mother and siblings.

I wanted to enter the void, not just for myself, but to give my family a better life and to bring justice to those who had wronged us. I was at a point where I was harming myself, but I couldn't give up because my family needed me. I remember messaging you, Maya, pouring out my story, begging you to help me enter the void. Despite your initial hesitation, you responded with kindness, sharing some personal experiences, and reassuring me that I wasn't alone.

Your words gave me hope. You made me realize that many people who find the law have gone through, or are still going through difficulties. If they could overcome their struggles, so could I.

So, I decided to let go of the void. Not because I didn't believe in it, but because I had elevated it to a status akin to a genie that would magically solve all my problems. When non-dualism and other loa concepts were introduced, everything finally clicked. I realized I didn't have to be angry, or try to be someone manifesting master, or do all these fake methods. I have always known that my family and I were meant to be happy.

For a month, I went through a process of shedding my ego. It was uncomfortable, and there were times I found myself fighting my own thoughts, telling them to shut up. I was separating my ego from myself. You, Maya, had once said that this process was similar to withdrawal symptoms of someone quitting drugs. This thought comforted me. I was becoming someone new, my old thoughts weren't there anymore.

Living in my car, I began to see it as my mansion. My mom's crying turned into laughter, my siblings' whine for food turned into jokes. We pretended that we were living our dream life, and after a while, my siblings joined me in this game. We would come "home" from school and yell at each other, pretending that the house was so big that we needed walkie-talkies to communicate.whenever I needed to steal food it was because we owned the place and can take whatever we want, not because I had to.

One day, we parked at a field, and I started imagining my life. I tried to become the clouds by thinking I am and accepting that my consciousness could be whatever it wanted. I got my siblings to do the same. We became the flowers, then the sun, then the stars at night. Even though physically I was still in the car, mentally and emotionally, I was living my dream life.

When I woke up, I was in a large room. It was decorated to perfection. I heard my siblings running around, throwing toys, and my mother laughing with a man, who's laugh alone sounded like gold. I explored the house, and it was beautiful. There was no yelling, no violence, only laughter and love. My mom introduced me to her boyfriend, and he was holding a newspaper that read that my father had been arrested for domestic crimes and fraud. He was losing everything.

At that moment, I realized that I had done it. My mom was happy, beautiful, and loved. My siblings had plenty of toys and clothes, and our house was filled with love. My family and I were finally living our dream life.

I have been living my life for about a month and now, and it has been blissful to say the least. I go to a well known private school and I am the top student. I am apart of many clubs, and also spend a lot of time volunteering at domestic shelters, and speaking to victims of intrapersonal abuse. I have made friends of people who volunteer with me, so it’s nice to have people who care about the same thing I do.

I am also apart of my writing club, and found comfort in reading and writing and have decided I want to be an author once I graduate. I have always wanted to be a writer but they don’t make enough money often. But now not only do I know I will be successful but my family has enough money to last us multiple generations plus some more. My Bio father had gotten much to what is coming to him and he will be going to jail. I hope he drops the soap but I have let go of my anger with that barbaric fool. So has my mother who has also recently gotten engaged and I get to be her maid of honor. She has a friend group of mothers from school and I have never seen her happier. My now father treats her like a goddess and treats everyone like that. He spoils my mom and us with gifts and luxurious trips. He also spoils the help such as the maids and cooks and never treats them below us. He does not expect anything from my mother except for her to be happy and spend time with us. He is kind selfless loving and respectful. the real definition of a man. I adore him so much and I’m so happy to call him my father.

I find great joy in the little stuff. I love cleaning my room. My bio dad was a hoarder and the house was always a mess because my mom was the sole provider though my “bio dad” made much more. He instead used it on hookers, alcohol, and drugs. Pathetic excuse for a man I know. I love going shopping, as I don’t have to look at the price tag. It feels normal, there was no shift. This is just life constantly changing. I have 5 pets and spend great time with all of them, and they are all so loving and adore me. I love school, and doing my homework, taking tests, assemblies etc. i love talking to my teacher about my ideas and how I can improve. They’re always so encouraging and kind, and I have never experienced that. I also loveeeee having crushes hehe. I never had time nor the “looks” for that prior to these past few months, but I receive a good amount of attention from a lot of sweet man and the “what if” aspect of having crushes is fun. I just love being a teenage girl, something I was not always able to say. I love the world and the people in it, the creations I bring and make, and all I did to make it what it is. I never worry what happened to my old self or life. It died, it doesn’t exist I am here right now with them and the old story is gone. Like an author erasing a part of a story she doesn’t like and never producing it, I did the same. My one true reality and I am so blessed.

Also big thanks to bloggers like @awarenessis @starbursts777 @consciousnessbaddie for introducing this concepts to Tumblr in a simple and kind way. Love to everyone in this devoted app.

Congratulations on your astounding success story 🥹 Your journey is a testament to the power of the human spirit, and it's an honor to hear about your transformation. This is beautiful wild tale, but it's your reality, and it's absolutely beautiful.

Your story is a powerful reminder that we have the power to shape our reality, no matter how dire our circumstances may be. It's a testament to the power of belief, determination, and the human spirit. I'm incredibly proud of you and wish you and your family all the happiness in the world.

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Chapter 1

the beginning to an end

"{name}! my little darling its time to wake up!" a women in her late 30's said brushing the hair out of her 12 year old's face. "momma" {named} whine. "oh hush we have an exciting day planned my sweet come on up up" the mom exclaimed excitedly. indeed it was an exciting day, a kids dream day, staying out of school, getting to eat all the junk food you wanted. going to the park then the aquarium, then the movies. no kid would be none the wiser that bad news was coming. why would they worry? they just had the best day of their life. no bad news could ruin that. but it did, even if momma didn't want it too. "what do you mean your sick? you'll get better right?" {name} asked worried. "I'm afraid its too late my dear." she said brushing you hair out your eyes. "I'm going for a walk. " you said slamming your hands down on the table and running out the house. "{name}!" your mom called worriedly. but you ran to far to hear her, you were quiet walking along the dirt road, kicking up rocks as you did so. "seems like someone is having a rough day" said a gruff voice. you turned to see a stranger behind you. you stayed quiet studying the man Infront of you.

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"what not going to say anything how rude" the man laughed. you stayed quiet. "mmm your a tough one aren't you?" he chuckled, "your momma raised you right." he said that gained a reaction. you narrowed your eyes at him. " momma's the best." you said. "yea~ to bad about that sickness in her body" he said. you huffed ready to walk away from him. "what if i told you i could talk all that sickness away? for a price?" the man said smirking as he saw you freeze. "you magic? " you asked. "smart kid, arent cha?" he drawled and walked up to you. "what do you want?" you asked. "Ah straight to the point. simple kid, you become a justice bringer for me.~ you catch bad people and bring their souls to me. in return i make your mommy all healthy again." he said showing off all his teeth in a creepy smile. "i do this and you make momma better?" you asked raising a brow. "i swear it. " he said putting his right hand over his heart and raising his left as in promise. you thought for a moment looking at the man and thinking of you mom. "then its a deal" you said holding your hand to the man. then man chuckled shaking your hand before bursting into fits of laughter and disappearing right in front of your eyes.

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you entered your home quietly seeing you mom sleeping at the dinning room table. you gently shook her awake. "momma im sorry for running off but lets get you in bed. " you said, you mom woke up with a jolt but calmed her self seeing it was you. she followed you to her room as you helped her into bed. "dont worry momma i have hope. youll be better before you know it and we wont worry about your nasty sickness ever again." you said to her. she smiled at you softly. brushing your hair off your face for the last time. "sleep with me?" she asked. "of course mommy" you said getting to bed behind her and hugging her tight. "see you tomorrow" you said. "see you tomorrow love" she said softly before going to sleep. you followed right after. that night was the last night you spoke to you mom and saw her. for the the morning you woke up it seemed the world knew what had been lost, and seemed to cry for the loss of you mom. you cried as well, screaming and cursing at the man for lying to you, screaming at your self for believing a stranger. you called the police after an hour off mourning, they didn't show up till another hour. downside of living on the outskirts of Gotham. you watched as the wheeled away your moms body. a police officer named Gordon stayed beside you. he talked to you but you weren't listening. 'what was going to happen to you now? you had no other family other than you mom.' the police man Gordon took you too his police department. he was trying to figure out if you had other family members to rely on, wasn't till 45 mins later. Gordon informed you had a father. a dad? you had a dad? but you didn't hold on to much hope, if you had a dad. why wasn't he with you and mom? when it came time for your father to come pick you up. he didn't have the decency to show up himself. a butler named Alfred did. you decided that you liked Alfred more then you father. when you did show up to your new "home". that when you met him, Bruce Wayne your father. your mom said to never trust a rich man and you didn't. he didn't give you a reason to he brushed you off. that left you with Alfred who showed you the whole house. and your new room.

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You didn't sleep well your first night in the manor, or any other night and didn't realize things were about to get worse over the years.

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@bat1212

[alexa-yukiyu]

If your requests are open, how would you feel about child reader being found by Garp, Helmeppo, and Koby?

(Maybe their crew thought they were on the ship and accidentally forgot them on an island or something idk, I just want grandpa Garp with his new grandbaby)

New Apprentice (Koby, Helmeppo x gn!Child!reader x Garp)

A/N YA’LL I COOKED HERE, highkey worried that they are ooc here but other than that I LIKE, proud of how this one turn out, let me know what you think of it. Big brother Koby and Helmeppo 🥹, guys am I the only one picturing that being one of the most wholesome things?

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Koby, are you even listening?!”

“Haha, I am Helmeppo”

“Seriously, you have got to start….

Koby let out a nervous laugh as Helmeppo began going on a tangent, scolding him as he focused on the path ahead of him, paying little attention to his partner’s rambles, only giving out the occasional quip here and there to keep him appeased, which did, until he spotted something in the path that got his attention.

He frowned, kneeling down to look at the object, catching the attention of Helmeppo, who watched over his shoulder.

“Huh, is that a stuffed toy?” He asked, looking at the dirt-covered wolf as Koby picked it up, wincing at the red splashes matting its fur

“Yeah…has blood on it.”

“Maybe it’s from someone who left it long ago, maybe from a kid who tripped?” The blond suggested

“No, it’s way too much to be from a scrape, and look,” he said, pointing at the path.

Helmeppo frowned as he spotted the small tracks that cut through the path leading out into the small forest that surrounded it. 

“It rained earlier today, so these had to happen recently, and the blood is fresh, too,” he muttered.

“Let’s go,” The pinkenette announced, following the direction of the tracts, letting himself be guided by the disturbed soil, broken branches, and the occasional drops of red that colored the ground.

“Hey do you thi- Hey! What the hell, Koby?”

“Wha-? What’s wrong Helmeppo-san?”

“Don’t give me that you just chucked a stone at me!”

“What are you talking about Helmeppo-san?” Koby asked, confused as he stood up from his kneeling position as he looked at the tracks

“If it wasn’t you, then wh-OW.”

“I -I will hurt you, s-so go away!” A small voice cried, chucking a rock at the marine

Koby let out a hiss, rubbing his head and turning to the voice, easily finding the culprit standing in one of the tree’s lower branches, a small child holding a handful of stones in their hands.

“Hey, how about we put those down?”

“No!” They cried, throwing yet more rocks at both of them

They squeaked as Helmeppo pulled out his swords and easily cut through the stones set his way. What most caught them off guard, however, was Koby’s sudden disappearance. They stared at the spot he had stood at confused, looking around to see where the man had went with no success.

The child released a surprised gasp as they soon found out the man had appeared beside them on the branch.

Koby enveloped the child in a tight but gentle embrace and jumped off the tree; before he had a chance to address the kid, he found himself stepping back, a shocked look on his face as the child pulled a small knife, trying to stab him.

He frowned, watching as the kid took the opportunity to run behind the tree.

“Koby, wait,” Helmeppo called, putting his arm on his partner’s shoulder to prevent him from pursuing the child.

“Helmeppo-san? We should get the knife from them; they could hurt themselves or hurt someone.”

“I think we should try a different way, look,” he said, gesturing to the crying child peeking out of the tree.

“They aren’t trying to hurt someone; I think they are just scared.”

“Ah, I’m sorry! I don’t want to hurt you; I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” Koby cried, taking in the child’s state, letting another cry as the kid ducked behind the tree when he reached out to them.

“Ah, I must have scared you, right? I didn’t mean it; I really am sorry for that,” he apologized, a nervous smile on his face as he sat down. Helmeppo followed suit and sat next to him.

Dokucha popped their head out again, watching as the men sat cross-legged, ways away from the tree.

“Umm, we found this earlier,” Koby tried, showing them the wolf plush.

“Ah! Mr.Okami!” they exclaimed, stepping away from the tree and trying to reach for the stuffed toy, only to realize their actions and quickly step back.

“It’s okay; you can have it back if you’d like; how about we trade?” Helmeppo suggested, pointing to the knife

They seemed to think about it, glancing at the knife in their arms and Helmeppo’s awaiting hand to the stuffed toy Koby was offering to them. Finally, as they slowly made their way to them, they placed the knife on Helmeppo’s hand. The former gave them a small smile as they then walked in front of Koby and grabbed the stuffed toy, hugging the toy tightly as they sat in front of them.

“H-hey, you’re bleeding!” Koby exclaimed, apologizing when they flinched at his tone

Koby glanced at Helmeppo, wondering how they should approach the situation.

“Hey, how about another trade? Your wolf looks like he needs a wash, right?” Helmeppo asks, glancing at their plush

Koby catches on quickly and looks at them with a smile.

“How about we wash him for you, and you let us look at your wound?”

“Y-you’ll keep him safe?”

“The safest,” Koby reassures with a smile.

“Okay”

“Hey, Mister Koby?”

“Yeah?”

“How..umm…how did you disappear before?” They question, looking away as he glanced up at them from his bandaging work

“Disappear?”

“Yeah, when I umm, when I threw a stone at you, you disappeared.”

“Oh, that? It’s a fighting technique; I didn’t disappear; I just moved really fast. It’s called Soru,” he explained with a grin, his attention back on the bandages being applied.

“I uh- I think it was really awesome.”

“Haha, It was nothing; many marines can do it; Helmeppo can do It too,” he brushed off.

“You’re being too modest, Koby,” Helmeppo sighed from his place at the sink, trying to wash the grime and blood off the stuffed toy.

“It’s going to have to soak for a while to make him all clean,” he called, drying his hands off and walking closer to the pair. Seeing the look on the child’s face, he pulled something from his pocket and handed it to them.

“Here, you can take care of our Den-den Mushi for now.”

“It looks different,” they muttered.

“What do you mean?” Koby asked as he clipped the bandage and stepped back

“It looked different in the ship; it was black and white.”

Koby and Helmeppo pause, glancing at each other at the kid’s comment

“Ship?” questioned Helmeppo

“Y-Yeah”

“What did you do at the ship?”

“T-they made me clean the ship, but sometimes they would make me fight o-others or test things for them.”

Those words were all the pair needed to grasp where the child might have come from and what their job at the ship could have been.

“Is that how you got that?” Helmeppo said, pointing to their now bandaged wound

They shook their head at that but made no move to explain themselves.

“Could you tell us about it?” Koby prompted

Once again, they received all but a shake of their head.

“Why?” questioned the blond marine, a frown on his face

“I don’t w-want them to hurt me.”

“They won’t,” Koby answered with a grin.

“We’ll protect you,” Helmeppo confirmed with a slight smile.

“Pinky promise?” they asked, holding out their pinkies.

The two let out a small laugh but nodded and interlocked their fingers with theirs, their pinkies enveloping the child’s much smaller ones.

After sealing the promise, Dokucha proceeded to tell them what had occurred. It seemed like the man who they worked under was dark and twisted, enjoying the creation of painful and deadly viruses and, even more, testing it on the child, letting them reach the verge of death before finally giving them the antidote.

Despite this treatment, it was this same man’s love for pitting his subordinates against each other in a deathmatch that caused them their current wound. As they had refused to hurt the other subordinates, they had found themselves being punished for insubordination by the man.

Koby and Helmeppo listened intently to the child’s story, horrified at the treatment they had endured, and drove the two to tears and sniffles as they embraced them and repeated their promise.

Dokucha’s lip trembled as they sat on Koby’s lap, Helmeppo sitting next to them, an older man sitting in front of them listening as his subordinates filled him on what had happened and why they had returned with a child.

“Wahahaha! Another one?!” he laughed, his booming laugh echoing around the small office

“What about you, you little brat? Do you want to be a marine? Or do you want to be a pirate and have me beat that out of you?”

“Uh, Vice-Admiral Garp, I don’t thin-

“Eek! I- umm- ah-

“Spit it out!”

“Umm, I- I’m not very good at fighting, and I don’t like it either, but I want to be with Koby and Helmeppo!” They exclaimed, apologizing and returning to their timid state once they had realized their outburst

“Wahahaha! That’s a good answer, you squirt. I think I’m going to like you! In that case, you will train under them.”

“T-Train?! Vice-Admiral Garp, I don’t think we are ready to train someone.”

“Don’t worry, Koby! You and Helmeppo will turn them into a fine marine!” He exclaimed with a booming laugh

"How about it, kid?!”

“…” They stayed quiet, unaware of the sudden shift of attention, quiet with a strained smile on their trembling face, eyes blown wide at the interaction

“Uh, Dokucha?” Helmeppo asked, leaning closer to the kid, trying to get their attention

“He was asking you,” he explained

“Yes!”

Koby let out a laugh at their rushed answer as he, too, leaned toward them

“He asked if you would like to train with us, to be a marine.”

“I can be with Koby and Helmeppo?”

“Yes, you would stay with us.”

“I - I really would like that,” they answered bashfully

“Good, I‘ll come by from time to time to check on you and give you some private lessons,” he grinned, smashing his fist against his open palm

“No!!” They screamed as they hightailed it out of the office

“Ah, wait, Dokucha, come back!”

okay I really struggled with the Garp part and the timeskip leading up to him, so do let me know if you liked it. I really struggled him adding him so hopefully it checked the box of Garp and Grandbaby interaction 😂

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@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 20

Part 1 Part 19

Steve’s shirt is wet where Eddie’s face is pushed into it, and Will’s hand is clutching his arm tight enough to hurt. Steve wants to sink into it. But the door's still open, and Wayne’s shotgun is lost in the woods somewhere. He hopes the man won't be too mad.

"Okay, okay," Steve says, taking two shuffling steps forward. "Let go of me."

The arms encircling his waist drop him instantly. His own weight settles back into his heels at the same instant the vertigo hits. A small hand clutches his elbow, keeping him upright with a grunt of strain.

"Shit, Harrington, sorry," Eddie says, voice warbling. "What do you need? What do I do?"

"Just–" he closes his eyes, listing sideways. He's so tired. "The door, Eddie."

The door closes with a quiet creak, lock sliding home with a metallic snick!

It's a tissue paper door, Steve knows it's a tissue paper door, but his legs go out anyway, finally safe enough to drop. Eddie catches him, hands clutching hips as he practically drags him to the couch.

"You're okay," Eddie says. "You're okay, right?"

Steve nods. His forehead lances with pain every time he grimaces, and his cheek throbs. The wound on his shoulder has definitely reopened, and something unpleasant had happened to his ribs when he'd fallen in the woods. But he’s fine.

Will interrupts the conversation by dumping the remains of the Munson's medicine cabinet on the coffee table.

"You're bleeding," he says.

"Shit, right," Eddie replies, rifling through the contents. It's slim pickings, but Eddie plucks up a few bandages and gets to work.

His mouth is a moue of concentration as he combs Steve's hair off his forehead and puts bandages across the entirety of the laceration before blessedly leaving it alone once he reaches the hairline.

Eddie's prodding the bruise on Steve's cheek hard enough to feel the bone, when Will asks, "My Mom?"

"She's fine, Byers." He tries to smile, but loses the will halfway through, closing his eyes.

Will bursts into tears. "Thank you," he says.

Steve flops his hand forward. Will takes it. Steve doesn’t realize how cold his fingers are until Will’s warmth starts leeching into him.

"Your Mom's a badass, baby Byers," Eddie says. "She was always going to be fine."

Steve hums his agreement, too tired to vocalize. There, sitting up on Eddie's ratty couch, covered in dirt and blood, Steve falls asleep with Eddie's palm cupping his cheek and Will’s hand in his.

He's not sure how long he sleeps, but when he awakens, Eddie's sitting with his back to the couch. His hair's plastered to his head with grease and grime, and he's starting to smell a little. Steve wants to cry at the sight of him.

"Eddie?" he asks.

Eddie turns to him, a finger to his lips as he gestures his head toward where Will's sleeping in the recliner across the room.

"Back with me, big boy?" Eddie whispers.

Steve nods. "Did you guys make it out okay?"

Eddie scoffs. "We were fine, man." His eyes well, a few tears running down his cheeks. He swipes them away impatiently. "We thought you were dead."

Steve feels small, his voice comes out even smaller. "I'm sorry."

Eddie turns back around, back pressing into the couch, eyes trained on the door. Steve reaches his fingers out, rubbing back and forth slowly, consolingly. "Thanks for coming back."

Steve's breath hitches. It wasn't a sure thing. The line between Steve coming back and Eddie finding Steve's body decomposing in the Byers' driveway was razor thin. He should know - it's painted along his forehead in claw marks, painted in the way his vision is still a little red with the blood that had dripped into his eyes.

"Anytime," Steve says. Does it count as a lie when he really wants to mean it?

"Good, because we're like, out of water, dude," Eddie laughs. "The kid's the only one smart enough not to forget his backpack.”

"Fuck!" Steve says, a little too loudly. Will stirs, then settles. "Not the quarry again."

Eddie laughs, but not like he thinks it’s funny. “Yeah, man. I’m with ya, but there’s the kid to think about now.”

They both look over at Will. His face is smushed into the back of the chair, knees curled up to his chest beneath the blanket Eddie must’ve given him, like even in sleep, he’s doing everything he can to make himself a smaller target. Something unfamiliar in Steve’s gut wrenches.

He doesn’t want to go back there, maybe ever, but especially not right now. Right now, the thought of crossing the threshold out into the wider world makes ants crawl under his skin.

The Demogorgon’s claws are still parting his skin like butter every time he moves wrong. They’d moved through him as easily as Steve’s Father’s knife had while he’d skinned the deer, Steve standing beside him as he tries his best not to cry.

Steve doesn’t want to be the deer. But the shotgun is gone, and so the hunter must become the hunted.

“I lost the gun,” Steve says.

Eddie’s shoulder slump, Steve’s hand falls, settling in the crack between the couch and the middle of his back, stuck there when Eddie leans back into it. “I figured,” he sighs, sounding disappointed, like maybe there’d still been a glimmer of hope that Steve had just snuffed out.

Silence descends. It feels like the force of gravity kicked up a notch, the way the quiet fogs over him and pushes him down down down. The silence drowns, let’s the Demogorgon prowl through his mind. Eddie Munson throws him a brick disguised as a life preserver.

“I saw your shoulder,” he says, barely audible.

“Oh.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asks, turning around completely, back to the door. His eyes are wide. Steve can’t read his face at all.

“What’s there to do?”

Eddie sighs. “Nothing, maybe,” he says, spinning his rings on his fingers nervously. “I cleaned it up as best I could, but that’s bad, man. We’ve gotta get you out of here.”

Steve’s eyes flit over to where Will’s still sleeping, but Eddie’s eyes stay planted firmly on his face. He doesn’t answer, what’s there to say? There’s no way out of here.

“Let’s just get water so we can stay alive, just a little bit longer,” Eddie says when it becomes clear that Steve has nothing left to say.

Steve nods, asking, “should we bring the kid?”

Eddie opens his mouth to respond, but Will beats him to it. “I’m not a kid,” he says, clearly still half a sleep with the way his words are slurring together. “I’m coming.”

“He’s right,” Eddie says. “I mean, not about the kid thing, he’s definitely an infant, but we can’t leave him unprotected.”

“Hey,” Will mumbles, burrowing into the chair further and falling back asleep, clearly reassured that he won’t be left behind.

“We can’t keep him safe,” Steve whispers.

Eddie reaches out, pats his knee. Steve misses the warmth when he pulls it back.

“We’ll do what we can.”

Steve doesn’t want to go back out there. They’re safe in here, hidden away. But he will. Because Eddie asked, and Will needs him. That’s more than he’s had in a while.

He hopes it’s enough.

Part 21

[grogwrites]

Frost on the Pines - D.R. 3

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Summary: After being dropped by RB, Daniel finds himself in Midwest America amidst a midlife crisis, when he meets an intriguing stranger

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Fem OC

CW: just some swearing, very slight suggestive content (blink and you’ll miss it), depictions of an anxiety attack, dual POV, and some angst, but generally just fluff. I absolutely hate YN, so for the sake of the fic, I used the name from my book which is Sadie. You can imagine how you please, though.

A/N: my first fanfic!! Please be kind 🥹🩵 I am an author on the side and am currently writing an F1 romance book. This fic is essentially a one shot/fanfic version of my book hehehe * no part 2 to this one

Word Count: 5.3k

* DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the people in this fanfiction personally, these are all just the works of my imagination.

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Daniel didn’t mean to get lost.

Well, okay, maybe he did, but not this lost.

He had been driving down this dirt road for what seemed to be hours, but each time he glanced at the clock on his car radio, only a handful of minutes had passed. There wasn’t a landmark in sight—nothing but grasslands with the occasional cow or two as he drove. Finally accepting defeat, Daniel pulled the rental car off to the side of the road and promptly shifted it into ‘park’. He dug for his phone in his pocket, when much to his dismay, there was no cellphone service.

“Of course,” he let out a soft scoff to himself as he discarded the device on his passenger seat. Running a hand through his hair, he began sorting through his options.

1. On one hand, he could keep driving. He filled up with gas not too long ago in a small town with only one gas station. He had enough in his tank to last him through another few hundred miles.

2. On the other hand, he could turn around and head back to that town where he would have cell service again to call someone—anyone—for help.

The prior sounded much more appealing to him than the latter. Daniel wasn’t sure he had the dignity in him to ask for help when he made the decision to go off the grid to begin with. It was bad enough that RB dropped him, but now he was lost. Figuratively and literally. Formula 1 had been his life for thirteen years. While the posts that fans were sharing online were bittersweet and heartfelt, he couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach as the reality of his situation settled in.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.

He needed to calm down, but his chest felt tight. He felt hot, and cramped—like the world was slowly caving in on him. He didn’t even remember when the tears started welling up in the corners of his eyes, but when his lips grew wet and tasted salty was when the floodgates suddenly burst. He fumbled for the handle on his door, stumbling out in a desperate need for fresh air. In a heated fit of rage and anxiety, he kicked the car a few times. He didn’t hear the pickup truck slowing beside him until an older gentleman called out to him.

“You need a hand?”

Daniel was quick to dry his face of any sort of evidence that he had been crying, then turned to look at the stranger. He was older, probably in his early eighties. His face was wrinkled, with a full grey beard on display. He wore a tattered, old cowboy hat with a red flannel and a pair of jeans. His window was rolled down, while a soft, unfamiliar country song played inside.

“Um, no,” Daniel’s voice was hoarse from crying. He tried to cover it up by clearing his throat, though it didn’t do much. “The car is fine. I’m just—“ his voice trailed off. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say, especially to a stranger.

“Where are you headin’?” The man’s voice had a thick, Midwestern-American accent as he spoke.

“Nowhere,” Daniel shrugged, leaning against the rental car. “Just…away.” The man laughed gruffly, when Daniel heard him shift the truck into ‘park’.

“Away from…what, exactly?” The man asked.

Now, Daniel knew he shouldn’t trust the strange man so easily. But something about him felt safe; like he was actually there to help. It brought ease to his mind knowing that the man didn’t know who he was—or didn’t seem to know, anyways. He needed a break from recognition.

“Life, I guess,” Daniel answered sheepishly. “I don’t know where I am—literally, that is. I just got the rental car and drove, but I drove a bit too far.”

“Hmph,” the old man grunted, as if to judge him for his reckless decision. Daniel knew it should irritate him, but instead it warmed his heart. It felt like home a bit, having his dad harness a similar reaction whenever he would say or do something stupid (which, quite frankly, happened often while growing up). “I’ve got a farm just a few miles down the road. Why don’t you follow me there? I’ll fix you up some lunch—you can stay as long as you need.”

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Sadie wasn’t sure what she was expecting when her grandfather returned to the farm, but it certainly wasn’t a second vehicle—or the stranger who drove the vehicle. It wasn’t beyond her grandpa to try and sell the farm, as he had done on several occasions now; each one was intervened successfully by her. The family farm, as much of a headache as it was to maintain, held too much sentimental value to her to watch him just try to pawn it off to a rich bastard who didn’t know the first thing about caring for a farm.

“My favorite girl!” Her grandfather beamed as he and the stranger made their way towards the barn, where she was currently feeding a bottle to a baby calf. She smiled at first, not seeing the man behind him.

“Hey,” she responded softly before turning her attention towards the animal again. The calf was sick earlier in the week, so having it finish off a bottle of formula was a win in her book. “She’s better. Not one hundred percent, but she’s eating.” Her grandpa bent over, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“We have a guest,” he announced. She glanced over her shoulder again, now noticing the tall stranger behind him. His dark curls seemed a bit disheveled. He had a five o’clock shadow growing in along his jawline. A few tattoos made themselves known on his arms and legs as he shifted his weight behind him. She frowned, turning her gaze back to her grandpa.

“What’s going on?” She questioned. As the calf finished her bottle, she stood from the small stool she sat on. “You’re not trying to sell again, are you—“

“Not at all,” he quickly interrupted. “Just being a Good Samaritan. The young gentleman is simply passing through.”

Her and the stranger shared a moment, each staring back at each other. It felt like they were trying to figure the other one out—like studying a book, or unraveling a mystery of sorts. Though, when their gazes met, his shoulders seemed to sink—like a weight was lifted off of him. His eyes cleared from a cloudiness that she didn’t even realize was in them to begin with. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn’t place where from. His jaw clenched the longer her gaze lingered. Whoever he was, she had a bad feeling about this. He needed to leave. Change was hard on Sadie, but it was even harder on the farm.

“For how long?” She finally interrogated. She took a step towards him, becoming defensive. “What’s your name?”

“Sadie…”

“Um, it’s Daniel,” the stranger quickly interrupted her grandpa as he stepped forward, offering her his hand. “But most people call me Danny.” His Australian accent was a surprise. Not many Australians traversed the South Dakota plains, but then again, hardly anybody did in general.

“How long will you be here?” Sadie asked again, refusing his handshake. His arm lowered once more as he cleared his throat. Her grandpa stepped forward, placing himself in between them.

“He will stay as long as he needs,” he told her sternly. “This is still my farm at the end of the day, Sadie.”

She could laugh, but that wouldn’t get her anywhere. Sure, his name was on the paperwork; but he didn’t do jack shit to help her half the time. She didn’t bother trying to ask him, either. It wouldn’t be fair. He was getting too old to do most of the work around here, but still—she was tired. Her gaze trickled back to Daniel.

“Do you know how to milk a cow?” She asked him, with a passive aggressive lilt to her tone. Despite her abrasive demeanor, Daniel smiled.

“I know a thing or two,” he responded softly, which almost perfectly evened out her negativity. “I’ll do whatever. Just ask, and I’m there.”

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It had been about a week since Daniel arrived at their little farm, and he was obsessed with her from the moment they met. At first, he followed her around like a pathetic puppy—eagerly learning all the ins and outs of their daily chores. She had scolded him on a few occasions for not listening, but she didn’t know it was because of her. He was so distracted by her all the time, but by watching her, he quickly learned all of her little quirks: the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, how she would sway her hips to an inaudible song that only played in her head, how wine typically made her emotional, how her heart had a soft spot for the horses…there was so much to her that made his own heart stutter. Unfortunately for Daniel, she still didn’t seem too fond of him in return. He really couldn’t blame her, either; she had a lot of responsibilities on her shoulders, and to have an additional mouth to feed thrown into the mix certainly didn’t make life easier. That was why Daniel came up with the perfect plan. Hypothetically, the plan was easy. Executing it? Not so much. It’s been a while since he tried to pursue anybody romantically, so he felt quite a bit of pressure to make sure this was perfect. She seemed to hate him enough as it was, and he didn’t want to add gasoline to that fire.

The morning of his plan execution started off relatively normal. Usually, Sadie would be awake at the crack of dawn to make eggs, bacon, and pancakes for everyone. But today, Daniel was awake sooner. Just as he was finishing the bacon, he heard her shuffle into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

He looked over his shoulder at her. She still wore her pajamas, which was a sight he had yet to be graced by. Her grey sweatpants and white camisole could’ve made his heart explode. Her brown hair was tied back in a bun, that was now messy due to her falling asleep in it.

“Breakfast,” he held up the hot skillet to show her, before setting it in the sink to allow the grease to harden. “Are you hungry yet?” She was quiet, which he couldn’t tell if she was grateful or angry at him.

“What time did you wake up?” She questioned. Her voice was still groggy. She was so cute. He pushed his thought aside as he glanced at the clock. 5:45am.

“Um, four, I think?” He looked back to her. “I wanted to make breakfast for you all—to thank you.” She hugged her arms around herself, as if she had suddenly become aware that she was still in her pajamas. She shifted her weight to her right leg, leaning against the old, wooden doorframe. Daniel’s mind began to race—he could hardly keep his thoughts straight right now. This was the longest they seemed to have spoken since he arrived, and it was civil. He felt like a boy on Christmas.

“That is…” she trailed off, completely caught off guard by his gesture. So far, his plan was off to an excellent start. “Thank you. That’s really nice.” Daniel reached for a paper towel to dry his hands. He turned to face her, then leaned against the counter.

“It’s really the least I can do,” he commented slowly, making sure she understood that he meant it. “You have all done so much for me. If your grandpa hadn’t driven by me that day…I’m just not sure I’d be in as good of a place. You know?”

“Who are you, exactly?” She countered, leaving no beat or moment of hesitation. Daniel inhaled deeply, wondering if he really wanted to tell her or not. He was enjoying not being known—not being recognized. It had to be hard for her, though, to justify a total stranger staying there.

“That’s complicated,” Daniel dropped his head as he laughed, but struggled to find the words. There was a deep pit of guilt in his stomach. He knew he needed to tell her, but he didn’t want to. “Um, well, my name is Daniel—but you know that already…” That prompted a smile from her. A genuine one, too—not a phony sympathetic or sarcastic one that she typically offered him. He caught his breath.

“I mean, like, where did you come from?” She rephrased. She walked over, then leaned against the counter next to him. Her arm lightly brushed against his, which could’ve killed him on the spot. He was grateful that her attention went to the wall in front of them, rather than his face, as his eyes began trailing down her body. She had faint freckles that dotted from her cheeks to her collarbones, with a few outcasts on her arms and hands. If she never got this close to him, he probably would’ve never noticed them. “Who are your parents? What do you do for work? Stuff like that.”

“Ah,” he laughed again, but this time it was strained. Her attention averted back to him. He folded his arms across his chest, then sighed. “I’m from Perth, Australia. But I used to travel the world quite a bit for work. I’m not stranger to the states, but I’m a stranger to South Dakota.”

“Getting paid to travel the world?” Sadie hummed dreamily. Her voice was softer than he had ever heard it before. It typically held an accusatory, aggressive tone to it, but now? She sounded like an angel—more than she already did. “What kind of job grants you that privilege?”

“One I no longer have,” Daniel nudged her slightly, trying to play it cool. But in reality, there was a swarm of butterflies filtering through his arms, his legs, his chest…he knew if she asked, he’d do anything for her. It felt silly, but when he first saw her a week ago, all the noise from his reality seemed to vanish. There was nothing, now, except the quiet hum of the wind and the bright song of the birds that chirped around the property.

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When the chores for the day were done faster than normal, Sadie knew Daniel was up to something. Between waking up before her to cook and beating her to her own work, she could sense he planned this…whatever this was. Their dynamic around the farm was like a jigsaw puzzle to her, except none of the pieces went together. It was like a plethora of memories and emotions that clashed—that didn’t make sense together—but still made a beautiful picture at the end of the day. When late afternoon rolled around, she found him in the vegetable garden with the farm dog, Lucky, picking a few tomatoes. He was talking to Lucky in a baby voice, before laughing at the retriever’s reaction. He was always so happy—so nice. She didn’t think there was ever a moment he wasn’t smiling. She paid attention to him even in moments when he didn’t think anyone was watching. She’s picked up on a few of his traits, or the things he does when he thinks he’s alone. Sometimes he’ll start dancing when doing a job he particularly enjoys—shucking the corn, riding the tractor, feeding the cats. Other times, he’ll talk to himself when working through a rather difficult job such as repairing the riding lawn mower or grooming the horses. But through all the horrible jobs that came with the farm, she’s never seen him get upset. Each thing she asked of him, he happily completed.

As she continued to observe him, he looked up at her from the tomato plant. His grin grew wider…if that was even possible. He hurriedly dropped the last few vegetables into the small basket he had, then dusted the dirt off of his shorts.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, quickly jogging over to her. Lucky trailed behind, with his tongue lolling out of his mouth happily. Clearly the dog loved him, judging by the look of utter admiration in his eyes as he stared up at the Australian. “Since we are done early, I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight?”

“Like what?” Sadie questioned, furrowing her eyebrows. Definitely up to something, she reminded herself. “I don’t get off this farm very often…”

“I know,” he smiled. “I was thinking we could go dancing?”

Dancing. Sadie had mixed feelings about the idea. More so, she had mixed feelings about dancing with him specifically. She couldn’t quite tell what Daniel’s intentions were behind this, but judging by the hopeful glisten in his eyes, she thought that maybe—just maybe—this could be a date. She hadn’t been on a date since high school, and she wasn’t completely sold on having the first one be with him. Sure, breakfast was a nice gesture, along with the chores…but there was still so much about him that she didn’t know. She didn’t know his last name, for crying out loud. She’d be lying, though, if she said the mystery didn’t excite her even a little bit.

“Dancing?” She repeated, primarily for confirmation from him. He reciprocated with a small nod. She licked her lips, thinking of how to respond. If this was how he wanted to play, then maybe she could pry some more information out of him. “Tell me more about yourself, first—then I’ll go out with you. How do I know you’re not going to kill me?” Daniel laughed, which—even though she’d never admit it aloud—was a sound she was beginning to grow fond of. His laugh was intoxicating. It was enough to make her smile, even if she didn’t think the cause of his laughter was funny.

“I’ve never killed anyone before,” he teased in response. “I really don’t think you’d be my first choice, though. I’ve got a list to work through, first. Then maybe I’d consider you.” Sadie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight off the smile that was slowly being painted across her lips.

“What’s your last name? Can I have that much at least?”

“Ricciardo,” he answered, without missing a beat. “Daniel Ricciardo.”

“Okay,” she took a few steps closer to him. As she did so, she could see a faint tint of red wash over his cheeks. “Wasn’t so hard, right? Now, what time are we going dancing?”

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There was only one bar in her small, South Dakotan town. She couldn’t remember if it had a name, frankly, because the sign had disappeared years ago as a result of a senior prank. It wasn’t a fancy joint by any means, but on a Saturday evening like this, it still managed to feel crowded. She sat next to Daniel at the bar, watching him intently as he finished off his beer. A disgusted expression seemed to wash over his face, prompting a laugh from her in response.

“You got something against Bud Light?” She teased before pressing the glass to her lips. The Aussie gagged exaggeratedly, before smiling.

“It’s cheap beer,” he explained. “It just reminds me of high school. Though, I’ve become a bit spoiled with my expensive palette.” Sadie’s eyes widened at his cockiness. Was he really insinuating he was rich? She was dying to know what he did for work, but that was the only question of hers that he was continuously dodging. She played with the idea that he was a drug dealer, but he didn’t seem like the type. Then again, her only reference to go against that theory were the mafia dealers in her romance books that she read every night.

“Expensive how?” She finally managed to ask. “Like, what, Monaco expensive? Dubai expensive?” Daniel shook his head in amusement, before standing from the bar. Once again avoiding the question, he sauntered over to the source of the music—the bar’s beaten up jukebox. She took a swig of her beer again, observing him as he flipped through the log of song choices on the screen. He had changed before they left the house into a black t-shirt that seemed to hug his body in all the right places. The dark wash jeans he wore with it just tied it all together. Sadie quickly finished off her beer, trying to evict the admiration from her mind. He was still a stranger with unknown intentions. She couldn’t fall for his act that quickly—it would be rather pathetic if she did.

She didn’t know how Daniel knew what her favorite song was but when the jukebox clicked to the next song, she immediately knew what was playing. Daniel had a mischievous look on his face as he turned around, further confirming her theory that today was planned. She watched as he did a horrible (absolutely horrible) shimmy back over to her, before grabbing ahold of her right hand with his and pulling her to her feet. He led her out to the dance floor, where his free arm wrapped around her back, pulling her closer to him. As he began swaying to the music, Sadie realized she was as stiff as a board.

“Dancing is a two way street, dear,” he hummed.

“Keep Me in Mind?” She asked him. “How did you know I liked this song?”

“Lucky guess?” He winked at her, but he knew that she knew he was lying. He wasn’t a very good liar, she had come to find out. Sadie took a deep breath, before allowing herself to relax into his touch and dance along to the music. Daniel was attempting to sing along, but he didn’t know the words—so it all spilled out as some kind of unrecognizable gibberish.

“You barely even have one drink in your system, and you’re already drunk,” she laughed as he held his arm out to spin her. She did so, but as he pulled her back into his embrace, her chest hit his. She caught her breath, realizing how close they now were. He held her closer, with his grip tightening on her waist. They stayed like that for a moment, both of them unsure of what to do or say next. Despite feeling incredibly overwhelmed by him, Sadie knew deep down that it was no longer a negative feeling. Whatever had transpired over the last week between them slowly dissolved. It felt like time slowed around them—like they were the only two in the bar. Just as Daniel opened his mouth to speak, she stepped away.

“I don’t feel good,” Sadie lied, though her voice wavered a bit, ultimately giving her away. “I just…I think I need some air.” Before she could listen to his response, she was quick to turn on her heel and exit the bar.

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She wouldn’t speak to him for a few days after that, and it drove Daniel mad. The plan was going perfectly, but she shut it down. What made him feel even more stupid, was that he thought just for a moment that she felt the same. He could see it in her eyes—that hopeful glimmer that often gave himself away, was reflected in her gaze as well. He couldn’t stop replaying it in his mind, the way her body felt against his. He watched her as she made her way from the barn to the garage, carrying two large buckets of milk from the cows. Her expression was strained; she seemed to be in a daze since they left the bar. He couldn’t figure out what was holding her back, and just as he tried to sort through all the possible reasons, his phone rang.

He didn’t reach for it at first. He hadn’t had any service for the past week and a half, so he almost forgot the device even existed. When it rang again, he dropped the hose he was holding immediately to grab it from his pocket. Notification after notification began pooling through, as the last several days finally caught up to him. Every article about him, every text message from former teammates, every call from his family members—it all rapidly hit him at once. He felt the familiar tightness in his chest that he felt the day Sadie’s grandpa invited him over. He slowly lowered himself to his knees as he read through each message.

Max: Hope you’re well, mate. No one has heard from you for a while. We’re all worried

Lando: Heard you left the country? Hope you were smart enough to bring your phone. Your mom’s been having a fit since you left the airport.

Seb: Hosting a retirement party for you next week. What’s your schedule look like?

“You okay?”

The noise quickly faded as Daniel looked up from his phone to find Sadie standing over him. The expression she wore was laced with layers of concern as she watched him reading his screen.

“Shit,” he sighed, locking the device again. “I, uh, think I need to be honest with you.” She hesitated before sitting beside him on the ground. She hugged her knees to her chest, then offered him another genuine smile.

“I’m all ears.”

So, he told her everything. He told her about work, about being dropped by RB, about running away…and she listened, just like she said she would. It was weird, having someone there to just hear his thoughts. Not to interject, not to tell him what to do or to say…just to absorb his words as they spewed out of his mouth. He had this same feeling when he first met her—that despite the storm inside of him that welled with doubt and fear of the future, she managed to ground him. The clouds cleared, and the sky was blue with her. In his world of winter, she was summer.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner,” he finished, as he finally grew the courage to meet her gaze again. “I should have told you but…it was nice to be nobody for a while.” She pressed her lips into a thin line as she thought for a moment. His phone buzzed again, but before he could look, she placed her hand over his.

“I’m not angry,” she stated. “I’m sorry you’ve felt like you had to hold that in to keep your peace, but…we’re all nobodys here. That is something you can count on. It’s, like, the one perk to living off the grid.” Daniel laughed at her last comment. There was truth to her words. It was really nice to be nobody. But as the notifications kept rolling in, he knew he needed to answer some of them—to go back to being a somebody.

“I should probably make a few calls,” he looked at her. As the sun was beginning to set, the glow of its light seemed to shine perfectly on her face. As if instinctively, he reached out to her, pushing her hair behind her ear. At first, she pulled away slightly. Then, before he could drop his hand, she leaned in to his touch. The next words to leave his mouth seemed to spill before he could think, “I love you.”

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The house felt empty when Daniel eventually left. There was a somberness that filled the air that nobody dared to address, because addressing it made it real. Sadie didn’t want it to be real. Not yet, not ever. She should’ve said she loved him back before he left, but she was scared. In all truthfulness, he scared her. Not in a bad way, but in a way that felt like if she were to allow herself to fall, the repercussions afterwards would damage her completely. What if it didn’t work out? What would happen to the farm if she left with him? Daniel had reassured her profusely that she didn’t have to say the three words back, but he simply wanted her to know where he stood before he left.

Six agonizing weeks later, and Sadie hated herself for not saying it back.

The weather was beginning to cool in South Dakota, as she made final winter preparations around the farm. She was adjusting the heat lamp in the chicken coop, when she heard a soft knock on the wall outside.

“Sadie?” Her grandpa called. “Can we talk?”

“I guess,” she mumbled as she turned the lamp on, then crawled out of the coop. Her grandpa wrapped an arm around her, holding her close.

“Distracting yourself with chores won’t make your feelings disappear,” he told her gently. “You know, he’s tried calling.”

She did know, but it was a horribly ironic feeling that stirred inside of her. He called, but she couldn’t talk to him regardless of how much she ached to hear his voice again. His goodbye was still so fresh on her mind that she couldn’t face the reality just yet. It was part of the reason she stayed outside all of the time—to avoid being available when he calls.

“He just left so soon,” she finally managed to say, though her voice was strained. Her grandpa placed a soft kiss against her temple as he continued rubbing her arm lovingly.

“Come inside,” he insisted, though she didn’t have the chance to argue as he began walking with his arm still around her—ultimately forcing her to walk with him. She let him, though. She was too tired to keep her composure anymore. As they grew closer to the house, she heard Lucky barking at the front door. Sadie stopped in her tracks, frowning.

“Lucky!” She called to the dog, but he ignored her. He started to whine over whatever was happening on the other side of the door. She whistled at him, when the door opened. Lucky darted inside, and as Sadie got ready to chase after him, she finally saw the culprit of his obsession: Daniel looked over to her cheekily, with his familiar smile plastered across his face. His hair was a bit longer, but the scruff still lined his jaw. A soft gasp escaped from her. He stepped outside.

“You, uh, wouldn’t return my calls,” he said casually as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of the winter coat he wore. “I really had some important things to say, and I just didn’t feel like waiting anymore—“

Before he had the chance to finish, Sadie ran over to him. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She acted on her feelings, and shut him up with a desperate, emotional kiss. Daniel wasted no time engulfing her in a hug, spinning her around happily. He kissed her back reverently, as if she were a sacred prayer to be memorized and answered. Her hands were tangled in his hair. She could taste the wine that her grandmother was more than likely giving him inside. Part of her wondered how long he had been here, but she didn’t care, because he was here now. She broke the kiss momentarily, bracing herself to finally say to him what she has wanted to say since he left.

“I love you,” she whispered. He brought a hand up, gently brushing the tears away from her eyes. “I’m sorry I took so long to—“

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Daniel interjected before quickly stealing another kiss from her. “I love you, too.” Sadie buried her face into his chest. Despite the icy breeze that pricked at her face and at her hands, she practically melted in his arms. There was an unspoken agreement between them in that moment. That despite what the future held for either of them, the other was going to be in it.

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[enemiestolovershoe]

I really really need a very fucking angsty one shot with Folio and bsf!reader. Like one in which reader nearly gets attacked and nearly died and at the end just really sweet fluff where Folio confesses to reader? :)

Through Fear and Love

Summary: The request explains it pretty well

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Brutal Attack, Bloodloss, mention of death, crying, sobbing and breakdown, mentions of a knife

Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.

A/N: Apologies in advance if any of the medical details or information aren’t entirely accurate!

The air buzzed with a unique energy. Bad Omens was wrapping up their tour with a final show, right here in the city where it all started. For Nick, this was more than just another gig—it was a homecoming. And for you, it was a chance to see your best friend shine on stage. It was one of your favourite things to do in this world.

Nick had offered to pick you up. "Seriously, just let me swing by," he’d said earlier that day, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "It's not a big deal."

But you’d waved him off with a laugh.

"It’s a 30-minute walk, Folio. I love the fresh air. I’ll be fine."

He didn’t seem convinced but eventually relented, telling you to text him the moment you got close.

Now, halfway into your walk, regret sat heavy in your chest. The main roads had melted into quieter streets, and before long, you found yourself on the woodsy path you always tried to avoid. You hated this stretch—it was unnervingly silent, the tall trees casting jagged shadows that danced under the dim streetlights.

The sound of your own footsteps seemed deafening, and you quickened your pace, clutching your bag tightly to your side.

"Just keep going," you muttered under your breath. "It's just trees. Nothing's gonna happen."

But the chill running down your spine whispered otherwise.

Then, it happened.

A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were shoved hard against a tree. Panic exploded in your chest as you struggled against the grip of the man who had you pinned.

"Don’t even think about screaming," he growled in your ear, his breath hot and menacing. "You scream, and you die."

Tears blurred your vision as you nodded, your body trembling. Another man stepped into view, his face obscured by a black mask. In his hand, a knife gleamed under the faint light.

"Aw, no need for tears, darling," the masked man cooed mockingly. He raised the knife to your throat, the blade pressing just enough to make your skin prickle. "Now, why don’t we see what goodies you’ve got in that pretty little bag?"

“No,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the hand over your mouth. Your fingers gripped the strap of your bag tighter. It wasn’t just any bag—it was your bag. The one Nick had given you for your birthday, the one you’d coveted for so long but could never afford. It meant everything to you, and the thought of losing it fueled a stubbornness you hadn’t realized you had.

The man holding you snarled and drove a fist into your abdomen. Pain exploded through your stomach, and you let out a muffled cry, doubling over slightly but refusing to let go.

“Give us the fucking bag!” he barked.

“No,” you choked out again, defiance lacing your voice.

The two attackers exchanged a glance, and in that split second, you seized your chance. Your knee shot up, catching the man pinning you squarely between the legs. He let out a guttural yell, releasing you as he stumbled backward.

You didn’t think—you ran.

Your feet pounded against the uneven ground, your breaths coming in frantic gasps. The adrenaline coursing through you drowned out everything else—until it didn’t.

Your shoe caught on a thick root, and you went down hard, your palms scraping against the dirt. Before you could push yourself up, a searing pain ripped through your side. You gasped, looking down to see blood staining your shirt. The knife. That bastard had stabbed you.

Another sharp pain tore through your leg, and you screamed, the sound echoing through the trees.

"Now, give us the goddamn bag, and we’ll let you go," the masked man hissed, standing over you.

Your hand trembled as you clutched the bag tighter, tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t make us do worse, darling,” he sneered. “It’s just a bag.”

But it wasn’t just a bag. Not to you. Your mind flashed to Nick’s face, the way he’d grinned when he handed it to you.

“I know you’ve been eyeing this,” he’d said, his tone teasing but warm. “Don’t even think about saying it’s too much—you deserve it.”

It was more than a bag. It was a reminder of someone who cared, someone who always saw you. But now, staring up at the cold eyes behind the mask, you knew you didn’t have a choice.

With a sob, you loosened your grip and shoved the bag toward them.

“Finally,” the masked man said, snatching it up. They turned their attention to rummaging through it, their focus momentarily shifting away from you.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket. The sudden motion caught their attention, and the man with the knife glared down at you.

“Run!,” the masked man hissed. “Run before I change my mind.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Clutching your bleeding side, you forced yourself to your feet and stumbled forward. Every step was agony, the pain in your ribs and leg nearly blinding, but you couldn’t stop. Not now.

The venue lights came into view. Your phone buzzed again, and you fumbled to pull it out, seeing three missed calls from Nick.

Not now, you thought. He couldn’t see you like this.

You dialed Matt instead.

He picked up after a few rings, his voice casual. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up? Where are you?”

You tried to steady your voice, swallowing the rising panic. “Almost there. Can you open the back door for me, please?”

Matt hesitated. “You okay? You sound... off.”

Across the room, Nick looked up from his drum kit, frowning as Matt held up his phone. The name on the screen made his stomach drop. Matt shrugged. “Y/N. Wants me to open the back door.”

Nick’s frown deepened. “Why’s she calling you and not me?”

“Good question.” Matt raised an eyebrow but spoke back into the phone. “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there.”

You hung up, leaning heavily against the cold metal door, your vision starting to blur. The pain was relentless now, and your legs felt like they might give out any second.

“Something’s not right,” Nick said, already on his feet.

“Relax, dude,” Matt said, heading for the door. “She’s probably just running late.”

Nick wasn’t convinced. He followed Matt to the back, his gut churning with unease.

The moment they opened the door, both men froze.

Nick’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in horror as he took in the sight before him.

You were slumped against the doorframe, blood staining your clothes, your face pale and tear-streaked.

“Y/N!” Nick’s voice cracked as he lunged forward. Folio caught you just as your legs buckled, pulling your limp form against his chest. The sheer weight of your body startled him—you felt too light, too fragile. Blood smeared his hands as they wrapped around your waist, and his heart raced like never before.

“Y/N, hey, stay with me,” he pleaded, voice trembling as he gently lowered you to the ground. He pressed his hand against the wound on your side, desperately trying to slow the bleeding.

You tried to smile at him through the haze of pain and exhaustion. “Nicky...”

“Hey, hey, shhh,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His hand trembled as he touched you. “You’re okay, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

You chuckled weakly, the sound thin and pained. “No, I’m not.”

He forced a shaky smile, though his voice cracked as he said, “We’re gonna fix you up. I promise.”

Behind him, Matt stood frozen, staring at the blood pooling beneath you. His phone dangled loosely in his hand, his mind unable to process the scene before him.

“Matt!” Folio’s voice cracked with panic as he turned his head sharply toward his friend. “Call the fucking ambulance!”

Matt jolted as if slapped, fumbling with his phone before hastily dialing 911. His hands shook as he brought it to his ear.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the operator’s voice came through, calm and detached.

“Uh—uh, yeah, hi, I—uh, my friend—she’s been stabbed,” Matt stammered, his voice rising with each word. “She’s bleeding a lot—like a lot. We’re at the venue—uh, the back entrance. Just—please send someone fast!”

“Sir, I need you to stay calm,” the operator replied. “Can you tell me her condition? Is she conscious?”

“She’s—she’s awake, but barely. There’s blood everywhere. I don’t know how bad—just, please, hurry!” Matt’s voice cracked, panic overtaking him.

“An ambulance is on the way. Stay with her and apply pressure to the wounds. Do not let her lose consciousness.”

“Okay, yeah, yeah—thank you,” Matt breathed, ending the call. He turned back to Folio, who was still cradling you. “Paramedics are coming.”

“What happened, Y/N?” Matt asked, his voice shaking as he crouched beside you.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Someone...wanted the bag Nicky gave me,” you murmured, your lips trembling.

Folio’s heart clenched as he looked at you. His jaw tightened, and his eyes met Matt’s, both of them sharing a look of fear and helplessness.

“I’m getting you inside,” Folio said suddenly, his voice firm despite the panic coursing through him. “You’re freezing.”

He slipped his arms under you, carefully lifting you off the ground. The moment he did, you let out a scream, the pain ripping through you like fire.

“I know, I know it hurts,” Folio said, his voice cracking as tears blurred his vision. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Just hold on.”

You could feel his hands trembling as he carried you toward the greenroom, your blood dripping onto the floor and leaving a macabre red trail behind. The chill of the venue’s air hit you, making you shiver uncontrollably.

When Folio pushed open the greenroom door, the rest of the band froze.

“What the fuck?!” Noah was the first to speak, his eyes wide as they darted between you and the blood covering Folio’s arms.

Jolly stood abruptly, his face pale. “What happened?”

Nicholas remained silent, his mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to do or say.

“Someone attacked her,” Folio said, his voice tight with barely suppressed panic. “We need something to press on the wounds—now.”

Nicholas snapped out of his daze and immediately rushed to the shared bathroom. He returned moments later with a first aid kit and a handful of clean towels.

Folio gently set you down on the couch, his hands still pressed against your side. He shoved your shirt up to get a better look at the wound and cursed under his breath. “Fucking hell.”

Nicholas handed him a towel, his hands shaking. “Here.”

“Thanks, Ruff,” Folio muttered before turning back to you. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, okay?”

You nodded weakly, staring up at the ceiling as tears slipped down your cheeks.

Folio pressed the towel against your side, and you screamed, the sound ripping through the room.

“I know, I know,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

Noah grabbed another towel and knelt by your leg. “I’m wrapping this, okay? Sorry, Y/N.”

The moment the towel tightened around your leg, another scream tore from your throat. Noah flinched, guilt flashing across his face. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“Where the fuck are the paramedics?” Folio muttered, his voice rising as he glanced toward the door.

You blinked slowly, your vision starting to blur. “I’m so tired,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“No,” Folio said sharply, his eyes wide with panic. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, Y/N. You hear me? You’re fine. You need to stay awake.”

Jolly nudged Folio’s side, pointing to the pool of blood forming beneath the couch. “Dude...”

“Fucking shit,” Folio muttered, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Your eyelids grew heavier, and despite Folio’s desperate pleas, they fluttered shut.

Nicholas was the first to notice. “Y/N!” he shouted, shaking you gently.

Folio’s heart shattered as he saw your head loll to the side. “No, no, no. Wake up, Y/N! Please!” His voice broke as he sobbed, clutching you tightly. “Please wake up, baby!”

In that moment, Matt burst into the room, paramedics hot on his heels. The paramedics froze for half a second when they stepped into the room, their professional instincts immediately kicking in as they took in the blood-soaked couch and your pale, trembling body.

“Let’s move!” one of them barked, dropping to their knees beside you. The first paramedic, a woman with sharp, focused eyes, placed a gloved hand against your neck. “Weak pulse, but it’s there. She’s hypovolemic—likely severe blood loss. Let’s get a pressure bandage on this now!”

The second paramedic, a man with a calm but hurried demeanor, unzipped his trauma kit and handed her a bandage roll while pulling out an IV kit. “We need fluids stat. Starting an 18-gauge line.”

Folio was still cradling you as they worked, his tears dripping onto your already bloodied shirt.

“Sir, we need you to step back,” the female paramedic said firmly.

“I—please, I can’t—” Folio stammered, holding you tighter.

“Nicky...” Your voice was barely a whisper, your eyelids fluttering shut again.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Folio choked out, gently brushing his hand over your cheek. “I’m here, okay? I’m right here.”

The male paramedic placed a firm hand on Folio’s shoulder. “We understand, but if you don’t let us work, she won’t make it. Step back, sir.”

Matt gently pulled Folio away, his grip steady despite the panic in his eyes. “Nick, let them help her. Come on.”

Reluctantly, Folio let go, his hands covered in your blood as the paramedics swiftly took over. The female paramedic pressed a gauze-covered pad against the wound on your side, applying firm pressure.

“She’s losing too much,” she muttered, reaching for the bandage roll to secure the gauze. “Let’s get her on the stretcher. On my count—three, two, one—lift!”

You let out a small cry of pain as they moved you, and Folio flinched, his hands clenching into fists.

“She’s responsive but hypoxic. Blood pressure’s crashing,” the male paramedic said as he taped the IV line in place and hung a saline bag.

“Get her in the rig now,” the woman ordered. They wheeled you out of the room and into the waiting ambulance.

Folio moved to follow, but the female paramedic blocked his path. “I’m sorry, sir. You can’t ride with us. Meet us at the hospital.”

“But—”

“No exceptions. We need the space to work.”

Before Folio could protest further, they shut the ambulance doors, the sirens wailing as they sped away.

Folio stood frozen for a moment, his chest heaving as sobs wracked his body. Matt stepped up beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Dude, she’ll be fine, okay? You need to calm down a little.” Matt’s voice was steady but strained. “We’ll postpone tonight’s show until we know she’s alright. Come on, get in the car.”

The drive to the hospital was suffocatingly tense. Folio sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window, tears streaming silently down his face. Matt gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white. Noah, Jolly, and Nicholas sat in the back, their usual chatter replaced by heavy silence.

When they reached the hospital, all five of them burst through the doors, their panicked voices overlapping as they demanded information about you.

“Y/N Y/L/N—she was just brought in,” Folio said breathlessly, leaning against the counter.

A nurse approached her expression professional but kind. “She’s in surgery. There was significant blood loss, and her heart stopped briefly on arrival. We had to perform CPR, but we were able to resuscitate her. She’s stable for now, but we won’t know more until she’s out of surgery.”

Folio’s legs nearly gave out, and Matt grabbed his arm to steady him.

“She’s in the best hands,” the nurse reassured them before walking away.

The hours that followed felt endless. The five of them sat in the waiting area, taking turns trying to comfort Folio, whose bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the door leading to the operating rooms.

When it was Matt’s turn, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Nick, I know this isn’t the best time, but when she wakes up, you need to tell her how you feel.”

Folio’s head snapped up, his voice cracking as he replied, “IF she wakes up.”

“She will, dude,” Noah said firmly from across the room. “She’s strong. She’s a fighter.”

Folio buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling.

An hour later, the door finally opened, and a doctor approached. The man’s expression was tired but relieved.

“Miss Y/L/N lost a significant amount of blood, and there was major damage to an artery. However, we were able to repair it and stabilize her. She’s going to be okay.”

“She’s alive?” Folio asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“She is,” the doctor confirmed with a small smile. “She asked about you as soon as she woke up.”

Folio surged forward, grabbing the doctor in a tight, tearful hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The doctor patted his back awkwardly. “It’s my job. Now come on—she could use some company.”

The five of them followed the doctor to your room, their hearts pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety.

When they stepped inside and saw you lying in the hospital bed, pale but alive, Folio broke down again. Tears streamed down his face as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his sobs.

“Dude,” Matt said, smacking the back of Folio’s head lightly. “Stop crying already—she’s alive. Now go and hug her.”

“Yeah, you heard him, Nicky,” you said weakly, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips. “Hug me.”

Folio crossed the room in an instant, gently wrapping his arms around you. His tears soaked into your hospital gown as he sobbed against your shoulder.

“I—I thought we lost you,” he choked out.

“Hey, Nicky,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady. “It’s okay. I’m fine now. Breathe for me.”

He pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your arms. “Fuck—never do that again, please.”

“Not planning on it,” you said with a faint laugh, your smile easing some of the tension in the room.

The other boys circled around your bed, their relieved smiles lighting up the otherwise sterile room. Folio took your hand in his, gripping it tightly as if afraid to let go.

The hospital room was quiet now, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the soft hum of fluorescent lights. An hour had passed since the guys had gathered around your bed, their relief palpable as they crowded you with jokes and teasing to lighten the mood. Now, as the initial shock began to wear off, exhaustion set in, the earlier panic etched into everyone’s faces like a fading bruise.

You glanced at Folio, who sat closest to your bed. His posture was tense, his shoulders hunched forward, and his hands clasped tightly in front of him. The others had spread out a little, quietly decompressing from the day’s events.

“So,” you started softly, your voice still hoarse. “What happened to tonight’s show?”

Matt, who had been scrolling through his phone, perked up at the question. “Postponed,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I called the venue as soon as we got here. Told them there was a medical emergency. The fans aren’t thrilled, but they’ll live.”

Your brows furrowed. “Matt, you didn’t have to—”

“Don’t even start,” Matt interrupted, giving you a pointed look. “You think the guys were going to just go on stage after everything that happened? No way.”

“He’s right,” Noah chimed in from where he was leaning against the wall. “It wouldn’t have felt right. Besides, we’d all just be worrying about you the whole time.”

“Exactly,” Jolly added, his arms crossed. “The fans will understand. And if they don’t, screw them.”

You couldn’t help but smile at their collective protectiveness. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice. “I didn’t mean to mess everything up.”

“Y/N,” Folio said, his voice low but firm, drawing your attention. He finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his brown eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and tenderness. “Don’t ever apologize for this. None of this is your fault.”

Nicholas nodded in agreement. “You almost died, Y/N. The show doesn’t matter. You do.”

The sincerity in his voice brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them away quickly, not wanting to get emotional again. “Thanks, guys. Really.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the weight of the day settling over everyone like a heavy blanket. One by one, the guys began to stir, the fatigue catching up to them.

“Alright,” Matt said finally, standing up and stretching. “I think it’s time we give you two some space.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re just leaving me with him?” you teased, nodding toward Folio.

“Hey!” Folio protested, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Matt chuckled. “Yeah, I think you’ll survive. Just don’t let him get too sappy.”

One by one, the others said their goodbyes. Noah leaned down to kiss your forehead, Jolly gave you a quick hug, and Nicholas squeezed your hand gently before following the others out.

As the door clicked shut behind them, the room felt quieter, the absence of the others amplifying the sound of the heart monitor and the faint murmur of voices in the hallway. You shifted your attention to Folio, who was still sitting in the chair beside your bed, unusually quiet.

“What’s up, Nicky?” you asked softly, studying his tense posture. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Folio stiffened at your words, his hands tightening into fists. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I was so fucking scared, Y/N,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

You tilted your head, confused by the raw emotion in his voice. “But I’m okay,” you said gently, trying to reassure him. “I’m here.”

“That’s not the point,” he said, his voice cracking. He finally looked up, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “When I saw you lying there, bleeding, I... I realized something.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Realized what?”

Folio hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to take yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, his touch warm and steady despite his obvious nerves.

“I’ve been such a coward,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been holding back, pretending that what I feel for you is just... friendship. But it’s not. It’s so much more than that.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, his voice trembling but sure. “Not just as a friend. I love you in every way you can love someone. And today... today, I thought I’d lost you before I ever told you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you smiled softly. “Nicky...”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” he continued, his voice desperate. “I just needed you to know. You’re everything to me. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. But I—”

You cut him off, squeezing his hands tightly. “Stop.”

His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face.

“Stop, because I do feel the same,” you said, your voice trembling. “I love you too, Nicky. I always have.”

Relief washed over his face, and he let out a choked laugh, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You do?”

“I do,” you whispered, smiling through your tears.

Folio let out a breath he’d been holding, his laughter mingling with his sobs. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “I’ll try not to get stabbed next time.”

He chuckled, though it came out shaky. “Not funny.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing away his tears. “I’m here, Nicky. I’m not going anywhere.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. When he opened them again, they were filled with love and determination. “Promise me you won’t scare me like that again.”

“I promise,” you said, your voice steady.

And for the first time all night, everything felt right.

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[peoplesgraves]

Yandere Beetlejuice X Reader X Yandere Lydia Headcanons

•Beetlejuice is so so stupid. He is old as dirt and is still just dumb as a rock, absolute clown baby. You might think it's mostly weaponozed incompetence, and he definetih wings you to think that but it is a ruse from a very dumb man.

•Chances are you like Beetlejuice/are nicer. more so than Lydia even if by a tiny margin so of course he clings to you as his 'favorite spouse' (yes it's true but also he wants to makes Lydia jealous which of course doesn't work.) he 100% expects to be babied by you and of course as a witness/participant to his mischief and schemes. Every time Lydia is mean to him he comes crying to you, he would never be mean to either of you but he will force everyone to head about it for the next 10 business days.

•Lydia is kinda borderline yandere. If she didn't have Beetlejuice around, juicin the place up then she would've had a normal relationship with you. She's still super lucid and feels bad about it and is very tame but she finds herself letting Beetlejuice run wild 'behind her back' more and more. Plus she likes comforting you after one of his rampages.

•So many coordinated outfits. Lydia doesn’t have the patience to do it for you guys but she does appreciate Beetlejuices, reverently picked outfit choices. Though maybe less so when he ‘forgets’ to give you pants.

•They probably throw balls mixed with a disco. Something goth and moody and then just a side room with a disco ball and rainbow lights. Can’t decide if they’d do it just for the three of you, for some strange humans or for other spirits but either way, Beetlejuice will be doing the cha cha slide and losing his head. Please laugh at him, he’s trying so hard!

•If you started to get really ornery and tried to leave them then I think Lydia would find a way to bind you to the town model. Beetlejuice would hate it because he remembers how it was but Lydia convinced him it’s fine because you’re not alone in there, you have them.

•You have to marry both of them. Lydia actually doesn’t carry about marriage and thinks it’s kind of a dumb construct but she refuses to just be your girlfriend while Beetlejuice gets to be your husband. Beetlejuice would marry both of you but ya know…just know Beetlejuice will lie, scheme and haunt to marry you so hopefully you have enough wedding plans for two!

[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 7

Hey, guys, I think the not labeling this has got it to see more people and that is fucking depressing as shit. So I will warn in the notes and tags but won't be putting community labels on going forward.

In this we have Wayne come into town and hit off with Steve, things get serious, and Steve explains why Robin and he left their last job.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Getting Wayne settled into the spare bedroom was like taking a shower after working hard all day. When that first splash hit, it was painful but as you got used to the temperature your body would relax and all the dirt and stress would just melt away.

Eddie hated that he had to have his uncle come down at all, but he needed the help and Wayne had run that club for twenty years before giving it to Eddie. He would know what to do.

“You want to come and meet Robin and Steve?” Eddie asked, shyly hiding his face behind his hair.

Wayne paused from where he was putting away his clothes in the drawer.

“Could do I suppose. You talk more about the girl then you do the boy, and I have a pretty good guess as to why.”

Eddie blushed dark red. “I am but a horny man and yet, despite my job being about selling sex I have not gotten laid in awhile. So I am very weak and he is very pretty.”

Wayne snorted and rolled his eyes. He went back to unpacking his things. “I can stay for as long as you need me, Ed. Doris is fine to look after my plants, I’m retired, I don’t need to go rushing off nowhere.”

Eddie sat down hard on the bed and put his hands in his lap. “I don’t know if I’m built for owning a club. I’m burning the candle at both ends and there are times the only reason I know the day of the is by the fucking color theme when I walk in.”

Wayne sat down on the bed next to him and pulled him in for a hug. Eddie let out a shuddering breath and then suddenly he was crying. He didn’t know where all this was coming from. He thought he had a handle on the club. On his dancers. But he felt like he was falling apart at the seams.

“You’re just tired, son,” Wayne murmured. “But that’s why I’m here. This is partly my fault. I should have eased you into it, given you a couple of years of running it with me as your second then you wouldn’t be in this position. But I’m here now.”

Eddie wanted to refute that claim, but the more he sat there and stewed in that thought, the more it made sense. He nodded.

They sat like that for a moment. Eddie just soaking up the attention and support that he only ever got from Wayne.

He raised his head and wiped his eyes. “Thanks. I think you’ll really like the new show.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “You really need a social life.”

“Yeah?” Eddie said with a grin. “Is that what Doris is? A social life?”

Wayne pushed him off the bed and Eddie landed on the floor with a thump and a startled laugh. “Don’t put out if you can’t take it, old man.”

“Shut your pie hole,” Wayne groused. He stood up and held out his hand to him. “Let’s go meet this pretty boy of yours.”

~

When Wayne walked into the club, he was impressed on how clean it was. He knew Eddie hired people to clean up, break down, and setup for the next day. But it was clearly worth the effort.

The club was made up in a dark sea of blues. But it wasn’t silky, everything was soft and well... lazy. Perfect for Sloth. Up on the stage the dancers were practicing their numbers. They were all dressed up in various stages of warm up gear. Shorts, tank tops, leotards, tights, some barefoot, others with the balls of their feet tapped, others still in soft soled shoes. No point in wearing heels and twisting something they shouldn’t.

They were currently practicing one the burlesque numbers that they did for the dinner crowd, but it didn’t take a genius or even someone who knew the rest of the dancers to know which one was Steve.

He was the one that lit up like a fucking Christmas tree the moment Eddie walked in and called out his nephew’s name like it was a god damned prayer.

“Hey, Stevie!” Eddie cried back and Wayne refrained from shaking his head fondly. He didn’t know who Ed thought he was fooling, but he was close to head over hills with this boy.

Steve jumped off the stage and came bounding up to the two of them. “Who’s this handsome devil? I’m Steve.”

“I like this one.” Wayne grinned shaking Steve’s hand.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This is the OG devil. My Uncle Wayne.”

“With all due respect, sir,” Steve said with his megawatt smile, “but the Kitty Cat Titty Club was a horrible name! “

Wayne threw his head back and laughed. “I thought it sound great right up until I had to put it on business cards. It didn’t sound so great after that.”

Eddie went starry-eyed at Wayne and Steve getting along so well so fast. Pretty soon the only thing standing in the way of him just bending the dancer over his desk and fucking him will be his own god damned stupid rule.

God, kill him now.

But, alas there was no lightning strike and they were being surrounded by the other dancers greeting Wayne and welcoming him back.

“You coming back for good?” Stella asked Wayne, giving Steve the side eye.

Eddie and Steve immediately bristled at the implication that Eddie couldn’t hack it. Eddie was just a little burned out and needed help, not to be replaced.

“Stella Mubarak,” Wayne greeted with a warm smile. “It’s been awhile. We’ll talk later over coffee, but everyone needs to know this right off the bat. I’m here as Eddie’s guest. I’m not here to look at the books, or change dancers, or any of that other nonsense. I’m just here for a couple of weeks because I haven’t seen much of Eddie and since he’s the one running this place, I came to him. The only changes I intend to make is my underwear.”

Steve and Eddie glanced at each other and hid a smirk.That was certainly one way to put any rumors to bed.

“All right, guys!” Eddie called out, “Enough with mugging my uncle. Give him time to breath for fuck sake. He just got into town and will be staying awhile. You can visit with him on your days off. In fact I know he’d like that. But shoo, back to doing what you do best and that’s looking pretty.”

Wayne chuckled as he watched Steve blush at the compliment even though it was directed at everyone.

They all wandered back to the stage, Steve lingering for a moment longer before following suit. Eddie led the way to the office and flopped down at his desk. He tilted head back and sighed dramatically.

Wayne sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. “When you said there was drama, I was thinking the usual backstabbing and jealously that comes from being a dancer. But Stella asking me outright if I was gonna replace you right in front of the whole fucking troupe was ridiculous. The absolute balls on that one.”

Eddie raised his head and looked him in the eye. “She thinks that Steve changing the show a little is the end of times and won’t accept change. She was also one of the more vocal members telling me I shouldn’t have fired Billy. Which I really fucking should have a hell of a lot sooner.”

Wayne hummed and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Billy’s always been something a dark horse even when I ran the show, but I always thought it was bravado and not actual malice. I hate to say that I was that wrong about a person.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to fire Stella too, but I think things are going to get worse before they get better.”

“Always a possibility, unfortunately.”

Eddie got up and went to the filing cabinets. He pulled out two files and handed them to Wayne. “I know you’re not here for this, but look at the numbers from when Billy was in his heyday and the last two weeks with Steve.”

Wayne took them from him pulling out the spreadsheet from a couple of years ago first. The numbers were good, and pretty even across the board. Then he pulled out the spreadsheet for the current month. Steve’s numbers were at least thirty percent higher.

“That’s impressive,” Wayne said with raised eyebrows. “I know he’s only in his first couple of weeks and could dip a little, but I doubt it would be much considering the sheer charisma coming off of him in waves.”

Eddie nodded sitting on the corner of the desk. “He’s an even better dancer. Holy fuck, Uncle Wayne, when I first saw him dance I could feel the emotion radiating off him.”

“Sounds like Stella is jealous at the sudden attention he’s getting,” Wayne said thoughtfully. “I would normally say to just wait it out and see what happens when the dust settles, but–”

There was a large crash and suddenly Eddie and Wayne were on their feet, dashing out the door back to the front of the club.

When they arrived they saw that Steve was at the base of the stage, looking like he’d fallen off of it.

Eddie rushed to his side. “What the hell happened?”

Steve looked at him and then back at the stage. He just shook his head. Snitches got stitches apparently. And hooboy was Eddie pissed. Steve may have not had any desire to rat the person out, but Eddie was going to show his wrath.

He stood up slowly. “Wayne, go check the security recordings.” He raised his head slowly. “And if he finds that anyone pushed him off, will not only be fired, but I will make sure to press charges of assault.

Steve closed his eyes and laid back on the floor with a groan. Eddie looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.

Steve indicated to the office with a jerk of his head. Eddie nodded.

“Hey, Jeff,” he said, “can you get some ice for Stevie here? I’m going to take him to my office to make sure he’s okay.”

“On it!” Jeff replied heading for the kitchen.

Eddie helped Steve to his feet and whispered, “Limp, make a show of it.”

Steve’s eyes went wide, but without so much as a nod to acknowledge what had been said, suddenly Eddie was carrying most of Steve’s weight. His head lulled to the side and he had the most pained expression on his face.

If he hadn’t seen the change in demeanor himself, he would have been really concerned.

They made it to the office and the change in Steve was instantaneous. He straightened up and closed the door quickly behind them.

“All right,” Eddie huffed. “What’s going on? Because the usual reaction to being told that being assaulted was going to be reported to the cops certainly isn’t frustration.”

Steve sat in the same chair that Wayne had just vacated with a flump. “This can’t go any further than this because it’s an active court case and letting you know only stretches the law, not break it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “You want to repeat that?”

Steve buried his head in hands for a moment and then slowly raised his head. This Steve looked worn down and defeated. Something Eddie didn’t know how to deal with. The man was usually bright and sunny.

“When I talked to Robin about coming out to the dancers she didn’t want to,” Steve began. “And if Chrissy wasn’t gay and you weren’t bisexual, she wouldn’t have done. Probably would have convinced me not to as well, Chrissy’s comfort be damned.”

“That’s pretty harsh.”

It also didn’t sound like the Robin he had known these past couple of weeks either. The girl was empathetic to the nth degree.

Steve picked at his nails for a moment before spoke again. “You know I worked as a pole dancing instructor for the rec center, did you know Robin was a cleaner there?”

Eddie nodded. He did all the hiring for the club, not just the dancers.

“Her manager was a real piece of work,” Steve said softly. “Racist, misogynistic, and worse; homophobic. He was really bad.”

“So why hadn’t he had been fired?” Eddie asked tilting his head to the side.

“We didn’t know then,” Steve explained, “but we found out after that his uncle was the man who provided the funds for the center to be built. His uncle’s name was on the god damned building.”

Good ole fashion nepotism was the absolute worst. He said as if he didn’t get where he was because his uncle was the previous owner.

“So what happened?”

“He over heard her talking about a hot actress she liked.”

Eddie licked his lips slowly. “Oh shit.”

Steve nodded. “There was no doubt it wasn’t just admiration. He cornered her a storage closet about a week later and started beating her,” he muttered. “If I hadn’t been running late to my class I wouldn’t have her heard her. I managed to pull him off of her and called cops.”

“Did he...” Eddie trailed off. The normal reaction from these types wasn’t just abuse.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t know if I got there before he started or if he just meant to beat her, but no... Thank god!”

Eddie huffed out a sigh of relief.

“Then what happened?” he asked.

“He got arrested,” Steve said darkly, “and we got fired. Her for being gay, though they never said that out loud, and me because I called the cops.”

And then it hit him.

“That’s why the two of needed your days off to align!” Eddie cried. “Shit man, if you had said something I could have made arrangements, especially since it wouldn’t have been a permanent change. “

Steve smile softly. “She didn’t want anyone to know.”

“That’s fair.”

Wayne slipped into the room with Jeff behind him with an ice pack. Jeff handed it to Steve who immediately put it on his elbow.

“I looked at the recordings,” Wayne said. “But there were too many people around Steve to see who pushed him.”

“Shit.”

~

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ANGST ❦

The cemetery is quiet. Way too quiet for SAM MONROE's liking.

It was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest, made your ribs feel too tight, made your breath feel shallow, making it stop right in your lungs, choking you with every memory, every little feeling of sadness you'd feel.

Sam walked with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, cigarette dangling from his lips. After the death of one particular person, his addiction to any drug came back like a jojo. Cigarettes, pills, cigarettes, weed. He took a long drag, letting the smoke burn his throat, curl around his lungs, press harder into his ribs, suffocating him in. Yet, It didn't help to stop the upcoming tears or the shattering feeling of pure, deep sadness

Nothing really did help to overcome that feeling

It was cold that day. The grass crunched under his boots. He knew everything he needed by heart now—third row, second stone on the left. His feet carried him there without thought.

And then he’s standing in front of it.

Vincent Monroe, it writes in dark black front

But for Sam its just Vinnie.

His lil dude. Little ray of sunshine

Sam swallowed hard, shifting on his feet. He should say something. He always does.

"Hey, buddy." voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. He rolled his eyes at himself before he cleared his throat, forcing a chuckle. "I, uh… I brought you something..again"

He kneeled down, reaching into his pocket. Another toy car. Bright blue. Vinnie’s favorite color.

"Thought you might get bored up there with only one toy" he muttered, placing it gently against the headstone. Like Vinnie’s gonna pick it up and start rolling it around like he used to.

His fingers linger on the stone. Cold. Solid. Too final.

He furrowed his brows at the light moss creeping up on the stone. Cursing at himself for not cleaning it earlier, he made sure to get it clean again

Then, he leaned back on his heels and took another drag from his cigarette. Exhaled slow. His hands are trembling, holding the half-used cigarette

"Y’know, I, uh… I tried makin’ your milk the other night." He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Did it the exact same way I used to. Stood there, waitin’ for you to waddle in and yell at me ‘cause it wasn’t fast enough."

His chest tightened after the last sentence sank in. He blinked up at the sky, trying to push down the already forming lump in his throat.

"Felt so fuckin’ stupid, man." He shook his head, voice cracking. "Just standin’ there, holdin’ the cup like an idiot, like—like maybe you’d just pop outta nowhere and laugh at me or somethin’."

He sniffed, dragging a hand down his face once more, trying to hide his emotions from people passing nearby

"You didn’t, though." He muttered after making sure he was alone once more

His gaze dropped to the headstone again. His lips pressed together. Damn. He stubbed his cigarette out in the dirt.

"I don’t—I don’t know how to do this, Vin." The confession comes out broken, barely there. His shoulders shake, vision blurs. He blinks rapidly, grinding his teeth together. He can’t. He can’t cry. Not here. Not again. Not when people could watch

His fingers clenched into fists. His jaw tightened.

"They keep tellin’ me to let go," he muttered "To move on. Like you were some fuckin’ phase I’d grow outta." His breath stuttered "Like you weren’t the best thing that ever happened to me."

His hands run through his hair, tugging at the strands, like maybe the pain will keep him from breaking completely.

"I dunno if I can do this, buddy." voice is small, tear falls down on the ground. "I don’t—fuck, man, I don’t know how to be here without you."

The wind picked up. It rushed through the trees, rattled the leaves, whispered through the grass, danced with people's scarfs

Sam closed his eyes. Pretends it’s him.

Pretends it’s tiny fingers tugging at his hoodie. Pretends it’s a little voice calling for him, giggling, being completely alive.

His breath shudders out. His head bows forward.

And for the first time since Vinnie died, Sam prays

Not for himself.

For Vinnie.

For wherever he is. For him to not be alone. For him to be taken care of, by whatever higher power exists. For him to be safe, warm, happy—even if Sam never will be again.

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