#pedro pascal teen reader

[afictionaladventure16]

bb I'm feeling the angst and hurt/comfort hyperfixation choking me out. what about... Pedro's daughter is incredibly stressed out. She doesn't ask for help because she doesn't want to be a bother. It comes to a head and she breaks down crying when he asks how her day is. Being the amazing dad he is, he cares for his baby and makes sure she takes a break and gets extensions for assignments

Stressed Out (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Word Count: 1,712

A/N: I got you, bb!!! <3 I hope this isn't too short btw!! I hope you like it!!

Warnings: mentions of burn out.

Pedro had been keeping a close eye on your door, watching the small glow of light coming from underneath. It had been over two hours since you last came out and when you did, you barely said a word. He didn’t want to seem like an overbearing father going in to check on you 24/7, but he also didn’t want you to think he didn’t care. 

Maybe this was all his anxiety getting to him. 

“What is she doing?” He asked himself as he got up from the position on the couch. He hesitates walking over to your room, and eventually, he allows himself to go cook dinner. “I’ll cook dinner and then if she doesn’t come out, then I’ll check on her,” he tells himself. 

You, on the other hand, were stressing out about all the assignments that somehow your teachers had due in the same week. You had no idea how it all came crashing down on you, as a well-organized person, you always had everything done on time and never dealt with things being due all in the same week, until now. 

You had not had a good night's rest since Thursday night. It is Tuesday. Most of your weekend was spent trying to figure out what assignment you could do the quickest and which one needed your most attention. Then you spent a good amount of your weekend researching and crying and then doing more research and some more crying. 

Part of you was glad that your dad had to be away for most of the day because you didn’t have to deal with him coming in every hour to check on you. Also, you didn’t have to bother him for help. Even if he had offered, you’d still refused because you didn’t want to be a bother. It wasn’t his mess, but yours. 

“Focus, Y/N,” you said to yourself, it was hard to keep your eyes open. They were closing every other minute, stinging with any little breeze that came from the A.C. Growing heavy with every waking moment, you wanted so badly to just close them for a few minutes, but you knew it wouldn’t just be a few minutes. 

Naps were a no-go, there wasn’t any time in your schedule for them. You slapped your face, hoping that the stinging of your cheek would distract you from the stinging of your eyes, and for a moment it worked. Only a moment. Then it was both your cheek and eyes stinging and no work getting done. 

You groaned to yourself, resting your head on your desk, “Fuck me,” you muttered. 

Your current subject was Chemistry and boy did you hate chemistry. Yes, the concept and the way it works are interesting, and the experiments you did were cool and interesting, but the work? Difficult. You hated it. You weren’t a chemistry type of person. Nor were you a math person. 

You sat at your desk, staring at the word problem in front of you for about thirty minutes. The longer you stared at it, the less sense it made. You moved the paper to the other side of your desk, maybe if you looked at it from a different angle it would make more sense. You knew it wouldn’t work, but at this point you were desperate. 

A knock at your door disrupted your thoughts, “Come in,” you said softly. 

Your dad walked in, a smile on his face, “Hey, not sure if you smelled it, but dinner is just about ready.” 

You hadn’t. You were so focused on your homework that you didn’t even smell dinner and you didn’t notice how hungry you were. Maybe some food in your system would help. 

“Thank god,” you muttered as you got up from your desk, following your dad out into the kitchen. 

“Mind setting up the table?” He asked as he gestured towards the small mess of miscellaneous items on the kitchen table. 

You groaned at the sight, “Can’t we just eat at the counter like we always do?” 

He chuckled, “Alright, but I swear, we keep putting it off.” You didn’t say anything else, your mind lingered back over to the assignments that were waiting for you at your desk. You could be finishing them right now. Your dad noticed how you got quiet, “you okay, hon?” 

You hummed a response, sitting down on the stool next to the counter. “Looks like something is on your mind.” 

“It’s nothing,” you said with a smile.

He sighed, placing one of the plates down, “Mija, I know you too well to know when you’re lying to me.” He walked over to you, leaning against the counter. “What’s on your mind?” 

You let out a shaky breath, “School,” you said as tears began to well up in your eyes. 

Your dad's face instantly softened, “Oh, Cariño, what’s wrong?” 

You took in a deep breath, “I’m just stressed out,” you began, “I have two assignments for chem due on Thursday, Two Essays due Friday, Three assignments for Calculus, and an art project all due Friday too.” 

Your dad wouldn’t say it to your face, but you were fucked. It was a lot of assignments and so little time. “Oh, Mija,” he cooed. “No wonder you’ve been locked up in your room!” 

You let out a small sob, and your dad pulled you in for a hug, “I don’t know what to do,” you sobbed. “I’ve been working nonstop on my assignments since Thursday, I barely got any sleep over the weekend. I’m so tired, Dad.” 

“Mija, how come you didn’t tell me?” he asked. 

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you sobbed into his shirt. 

He let out a disappointed sigh, rubbing your back gently. “Mija, you’re never bothering me when it comes to these things, you know I’d rather you tell me than you be all stressed out.” 

You let go of the embrace, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, “I didn’t want you to feel stressed. I know you had a long weekend with all the press you had to do.” 

“Just because I have to stand in front of a camera and answer a few questions for a duration of time, doesn’t mean you can’t tell me these things. You come first in my life, if there is something you need help with I want you to tell me. I’ll make arrangements,” he gently wiped away the tears on your face with his thumbs. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

It was beginning to all make sense, why you hadn’t come out of your room and why you were always yawning around him. He was slowly starting to believe that you thought he was boring. 

“It’s okay, but from now on you tell me if you need help, okay?” You gave him a small nod, and he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Alright,” he began, “this is what we’re going to do. I’m going to go to your school tomorrow and ask for extensions on your assignments, you are also going to take the night off. That means no more working on these assignments for the night, okay?” 

“But-” 

“No buts or ifs about it, senorita!” He said sternly but with a smile on his face. “Tomorrow when you get home from school we’re going to work on your assignments together, Okay?” You nodded, “Now go change into your pajamas and hop into bed and wait for me.” 

“What about dinner?” 

“Go!” 

You rolled your eyes and jumped off the stool, your dad placed a quick kiss on your cheek before you walked off. 

“Aye esta nina,” he muttered to himself as he watched you walk down the hall. He couldn’t believe that you tried to hide this from him, especially since you told him almost everything. But it was okay, he was going to make sure you got the help you needed for your assignments. 

After a few minutes, Pedro carried two plates with him to your room. You were already laying down under the covers when he walked in, “thought you were going to send me to bed without dinner,” you commented. 

He chuckled, “Nope, we’re having dinner in bed,” he stated, placing one of the plates on the bedside table before handing you the other plate. He laid down beside you, grabbing his plate. Your dad grabbed the remote that was on the bedside table, “alright, what are we watching?” You shrugged, “Paddington 2?” 

You groaned in annoyance, “Not Paddington 2, I already feel shitty, I don’t wanna feel shitty and sad.” 

“Alright, alright, no Paddington 2. Even though it’s a masterpiece.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, “I know!” He exclaimed. 

You watched as he began to put in the letters in the search bar, “Bridesmaids?” 

“It’s a classic!” 

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “alright, I can agree with that.” 

You were quick to finish your dinner, laying your head on your dad's shoulder as the sound of his laughter slowly drifted you to sleep. 

Pedro wasn’t sure when you had fallen asleep and he wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t for your snores. He smiled to himself as he gently moved you so you were in a better position on the bed. He grabbed the plate from your lap before attempting to leave the bed, but he felt a tug on his sleeve. 

“Don’t leave,” you muttered in your sleep. 

He sighed, “I’ll be right back,” he whispered. He was quick to go place the dishes in the sink and get into his pajamas before heading back to your bedroom. 

He got back into the bed, “Cuddle, por fav.” (please) 

He chuckled, you hadn’t asked to cuddle since you were little and he had missed it if he was honest. “Alright,” he said as he lifted his arm so you could lay beside him. He placed another kiss on your forehead, “Go mimis, mija, I’ll be right here.” That was all you needed. You were safe in his arms and you knew that you could get a good night's rest now. Your assignments could wait one day. Your dad moved a strand of hair out of your face, “my stubborn girl,” he whispered. 

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[colmiillo]

I need an angst that leaves me destroyed and lying in bed for 5 days

[daemontargaryenwhore]

Man's ready to risk it all

[daughterofthequeen]

Incorrect Quote:

(Based after season 3 episode 2 so spoilers in a way)

*Bo-Katan and Din on the ground after she saves him from drowning with Y/n kneeling over Din to make sure he’s ok*

*Grogu staring at Din and Bo-Katan in concern while Y/n runs back over to put her face back into the water*

Bo-Katan: Kid get out of there!

*Y/n with her head finally out of the water staring straight ahead sitting on her knees not moving an inch of her body*

Y/n: Oh. My. Maker.

Din: Y/n are you okay?

Y/n: *Calmly* A beast so large and so long it rivals cities. A species so old they were known as a myth. The original natives of this amazing once beautiful planet, the Mythosaur.

Bo-Katan: *Whispering* Is she okay? Where is she going with this?

Din: *Whispering back* Idk this is the first time this has happened, just roll with it.

Y/n: The species that is only heard of in stories, an amazing creature thought extinct. Right under us in these mystic waters.

Y/n: . . . .

Y/n: IT’S. SO. CUUUUUTE.

Bo-Katan: 😑

Din: *sighs*

Bo-Katan: She does know that a mythosaur is a predator that would eat her given the chance right?

Din: Unclear.

*Y/n running around*

Y/n: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN.

Din: She loves animals.

Bo-Katan: I see.

Grogu: *Staring and cooing in worry*

Y/n: *Starting to run towards the water* IM GONNA HUG IT

Din: NO!!!

Bo-Katan: NO!!!

Bonus:

*Din carrying Y/n over his shoulder after her almost giving him a heart attack*

Y/n: *😭😭😭* But I want to give it looove.

Din: *😒🙄* It’s a killer.

Y/n: *😫😭* IT’S MISUNDERSTOOD!!!

Din: *sighs* Come on Grogu.

Grogu: *Coos in agreement*

*Bo-Katan talking to Grogu*

Bo-Katan: You have a weird family

Grogu: Tell me about it.

Bo-Katan: *😳*

[moiravim]

Found part 2

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn part 2

Summary: Din bonding with his children; Grogu and YN.

it had been just a few days since Din had taken you in. He was quiet at first but slowly started warming up to you.

One of the first things you noticed about him was how protective he was of you. He took you and Grogu's wellbeing very seriously.

You had gotten sick and are currently in 'bed rest'. It was miserable. You were sweating and your head was aching worst than you'd ever felt before.

You could tell Din was stressed by the way he was acting. He wouldn't let you get up and would do everything for you. He was already like this, but now that your sick it's ten times worst.

He babies you but you just want to get back to normal again. You've been bored out of your mind.

Grogu and you had become close friends. Although you were very different, you both shared a father figure. That was the main cause of your sibling-like relationship.

It was also nice being around someone who wasn't an adult. Someone you could play around and get into trouble with.

You room was very small and had a mattress placed in the corner along with a few toys scattered and a basket of clothes. A few hours ago Din had tucked you and Grogu in bed and the two of you were supposed to be sleeping.

But currently you and Grogu were playing catch. Grogu was using the force while you played how you used to see other kids play.

Din walked in to check on you and when he realized you were playing he said; "Hey, stop that. Grogu, you need to save your energy. And YN. your supposed to be sleeping. Go to bed." He says as he takes the ball from you.

You frown and lay back down. "How much longer?" You ask in a miserable voice. He looks down at you and responds; "just a few more days. It'll go by faster if you sleep."

You nod your head and close your eyes. Din grabs your blanket and tucks you in before picking up Grogu and leaving the room.

[rnebbie]

Omgg okay sine you are doing platonic asks I have a request. They are all in Jackson and Ellies steals or something like that some alcohol and she and readers drink it and get drunk and Joel catches them and goes all dad on them and grounds them? <3

Half empty (request)

Requested by: anonymous

Pairings: Ellie Williams x platonic!reader, Joel miller x platonic!reader

Warnings: vomiting, underage drinking, mentions of abuse but no abuse is written. Insecurity in relationships and just sadness yassss

A/n: I wrote something omg! This might need a second part? I wanted to get it out as soon as possible bc I’m going away for my friends bday and wanted to put it out yesterday but I’ve been busy af. So sorry if this is rushed it’s not proof read and I can do another part if it’s necessary! Anyway I love Ellie and I got drunk last night so I’m really fucking hungover rn and sleepy so I’m sorry if this is shit but yeah I had a little Ellie moment underage drinking yusss ianyway enjoy yusasssssssssssss:)):):):)::)

“No, Ellie. Absolutely not,” You say, turning your back to her. You two are usually on the same wavelength and agree to do the same things, but sometimes Ellie’s naivety becomes too much for you. You’ve seen more than she has despite being the same age as her. And much to Ellie’s demise, though she would never admit this, you know better.

“C'mon, y/n! It's Friday night! We never do anything fun anymore. We always just sit and do the same thing. Read dead people's journals, play board games, or sometimes go to the movies. God, last week you even did your homework on Friday night! You’re becoming too accustomed to domestic life. Don’t you miss it being a little crazy,” Ellie questions you, the way she always does. Sometimes you can’t even keep up with what she’s saying.

You narrow your eyes, looking dumbfounded as you turn to face her, “miss it being a little crazy? What, like when we were almost devoured by clickers? When we were almost murdered by raiders? When we had to aid Joel back to life-“ you begin to list off the things that had happened in the past few months just to remind Ellie, but she cut you off with a waving hand in your face before you could continue.

“Not that. Like…” she pauses to sigh, “when we played soccer with Sam in that bunker. All the cool things we saw when we were traveling, the stars when we slept under the open sky, or when Joel let us try his whiskey,” she shrugs.

You don’t want to admit it. You don’t want to say you miss that, because it was the most exhausting thing you’ve ever done. It was the hardest thing you’ve ever done, and you lost so much because of it. But you couldn’t help feeling a little nostalgia for that portion of your life. You, Joel, and Ellie, were all each other had. And as much as it was hard having only each other to rely on, with this weird dynamic going on, it was nice only having each other. It was a simpler time and a part of you missed when things were like that.

But you wouldn’t say that to Ellie. Some part of you always told yourself you had to be strong around her. You couldn’t be vulnerable with Ellie or Joel. You’re Ellie’s best friend, and she’s something of a little sister to you despite only being a few weeks younger than you. You always felt the need to protect her, especially since the whole point of the trip that changed your life was to deliver her to make this vaccine.

And with Joel, well, you didn’t know what to make of your relationship with him. You wanted to seem strong and mature around him, so as to be respected by him, and it’s gotten you this far, so why show your true colors now? He sees you as an equal somehow. You see how he looks at Ellie, with some sort of paternal love in his eyes. But you tried to treat him as a peer instead of someone you needed to look up to.

You felt selfish for that little part of you that missed being out in the open world with Ellie and Joel. You were safe here, and happy. You had enough to eat, you got to learn, and you even have a healthy comfortable home, and friends your age. You’re not fighting for your life, so what’s there to miss?

So you shrugged in response to Ellie. “I’m thankful for how far we’ve come.”

“Bullshit. You used to be fun! What happened to you,” she pushed you. You sighed deeply as an older sibling would. You partly agreed with Ellie, you did use to have more fun with her. You two got into trouble all the time when you first got to Jackson. But you felt bad making Joel parent the both of you, so you eventually stopped agreeing to do things with Ellie. You did become accustomed to domesticity. But it was a good life.

You look up at her and smile softly, “what’s your plan, Ellie,” you say slowly. A part of you is excited to let loose a little. She smiles the biggest, toothiest grin you’ve seen from her in a long time. She looks how she did before everything happened.

“Okay, Joel is in town, so his stuff is unguarded. And I just so happen to know where he keeps his whiskey,” Ellie says in a mischievous voice, your mouth immediately falls agape.

Before she had time to continue with her master plan, you cut her off, “Ellie, are you fucking crazy? I thought you would want to go for a night walk or like, I don’t know, play a prank on the kids in town watching a movie. Stealing Joel’s whiskey,” you breathe out sharply, unable to compute. You couldn’t imagine doing that to Joel. You could only imagine the pressure that he’s under with the two of you and you would never purposefully add more to his plate.

“Y/n, please? He wouldn’t even notice. He’s been so busy lately that he’ll probably just forget about it altogether, and he can go get more now,” she says, giving her infamous Ellie puppy dog eyes. It’s hard to say no to her, especially when you feel so much for her and your mind automatically goes back to Everything that she’s gone through.

You shake your head and look away, “what if he notices,” you say quietly, allowing yourself to slip out of that fearless front for a quick moment.

“Y/n, he’s like seventy years old, also if he does notice anything, it’s just Joel,” she says with a shrug. Yeah. Just Joel. Just Joel who you’ve spent so much of your energy trying to impress. Just Joel who brought you two across the country safe and alive, somehow. Just Joel who you owe your life to.

You look up at her emotionlessly and nod slowly. “Go get it.”

Ellie returns to your room a few minutes later with Joel’s whisky bottle which has half of its contents left. “It’s half full, this will be enough to get us drunk, right,” she says as she tears the cap of the bottle off.

“Half empty,” you say as you examine the bottle, before taking a hefty swig of it. “Jesus!”

“How is it,” Ellie says with her classic naive and interested expression on her face. “It’s whisky,” you say stubbornly, before handing her the bottle. She takes a sip and tries her hardest not to cough, but it’s too strong for her. After she swallows what’s in her mouth, she starts coughing like a maniac and you cringe, patting her on the back. “Get it together, partner. There’s more where that came from.”

-

After twenty minutes, you two are sitting on your bedroom floor chatting normally. Or boringly, as Ellie put it. This whiskey was taking forever to kick in, you almost wanted to pull your homework out of your bag and start to do it right then and there. Suddenly, Ellie exclaims loudly.

“What the fuck is taking so long! I’m putting my tastebuds through hell just to sit here sober,” she says with an exasperated voice. You smile at her softly and take a breath, just feeling tired, “I’m bored,” you say.

“Me too,” she says, throwing herself back onto the floor. “Should we go do something?”

You shrug, “it’s better than sitting here doing nothing,” you say. The alcohol must be affecting you because otherwise you would have thought logically about this. The two of you got up and exited your room, and then the house. It was a bit of a walk to the town from your house, but with the bottle of whisky coming along for the ride, it was definitely entertaining.

On the walk to the town, you definitely started feeling it. Your vision became gradually more blurry, you had to focus on walking straight, and for some reason, Ellie’s loud mouth was a lot funnier to you than it usually is.

“What do you call a chicken who crossed the road?”

You look up into the night sky, focusing on the stars as you try to guess what the punchline of this joke is gonna be. Before you’re able to guess, Ellie corrects herself, “Fuck, I messed it up,” she snorts as the two of you start laughing uncontrollably as you’re walking up the uphill road.

“Ellie, you’re so funny,” you say between chuckles, as you wipe the tears of laughter off your cheeks. “You make everything so funny and fun. You're so funny,” you smile as you messily gush over her. You feel so much love for her, but when in your everyday life while you're sober, you don't know how to tell her that. The two of you aren’t very expressive about your emotions with each other.

You look over at her and see her smiling softly and looking down. You can’t tell if she’s embarrassed or if she’s just taking in what you’re saying. You wonder if you’re going to remember this in the morning as the town lights come into view.

Ellie sighs, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. “Where are we going,” she turns to look at you. You shrug, “tipsy bison?”

You guys head for the restaurant, unsure of what your plans are for when you get there. You’re not thinking very far ahead. You’re just living in the moment talking to Ellie about things that don’t even make sense.

Walking into town on a Friday night made you remember why people always wait for Friday. Why people always rave about Friday. The lights on around the buildings in town and the quiet chatter coming from people with busy, happy lives is a beautiful sight to see. And you miss going out as much. You miss interacting with people. You miss live being unpredictable, or even having a little bit of fun. It makes you sad to think about, so you wrap your arm around Ellie’s shoulder.

She puts her arm around your figure and you push the door to the tipsy bison open with your foot. Most people stay engaged in conversation, but some heads turn to you. You’re not worried though, you just continue your conversation with Ellie as you walk up to the bar, “I don’t understand how it works, like, yeah, atoms or whatever but it’s just weird that we grow and expand into nothing… like it’s just air I don’t-“

“Y/n? Ellie,” You hear a familiar voice question from behind you. You abruptly end your not very intellectual conversation and turn to Ellie and widen your eyes dramatically before turning to face the figure behind you. It’s Joel and he doesn’t look that surprised to see you.

“Hi Joel,” Ellie says with a big smile as she waved to him. You wave awkwardly after you see Ellie do it, figuring that’s the appropriate thing to do. He narrows his eyes, walking closer to you guys. He lifts his hand up slowly to wave but something in him decided against it, he only lifts it halfway before dropping it.

“I thought you guys said you were staying in tonight,” he says looking between the two of you who are awkwardly standing like puppies who have obviously done something wrong. Ellie shrugs, looking to you to respond this time.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, “we were hungry.”

He squints his eyes at you slightly but corrects himself soon thereafter. “Do we not have any food left at the house?”

You shrug, this time looking to Ellie to answer. Maybe you should’ve just taken this one, because Ellie bursts out, “please don’t be mad, Joel!”

You let your mouth fall agape at her sudden outburst and quickly scan the room to see if everyone heard that, surprisingly not a lot of people are phased by Ellie, which is weird because she sounds like the loudest person in the room to you. You try to read Joel’s expression but somehow his face remains blank. After maybe five seconds of silence, Joel suddenly pushes the two of you towards the door, you kick it open once more, quickly shuffling out the door.

After the three of you are out of the restaurant, he walks in front of you both, as to get a good look at your red, hot faces. “Are you guys drunk,” he asks in a panicked voice.

“No,” Ellie says.

You stay silent.

“Y/n?”

Suddenly feeling bile rise to your throat, you lean over into the bushes in front of your favorite restaurant. You violently vomit onto the ground. You don’t focus on much except for the burning in your throat. But you can feel someone’s hand on your back and someone pulling your hair back out of your face. You’re guessing that’s not Ellie, because the only other thing you can register is her voice getting rapidly further away as she exclaims, “ew! Gross! Holy shit!”

You just keep throwing up. It’s painful and you can feel tears running down your face. Suddenly the sick feeling in your stomach feels like something similar to guilt and shame. You try to not feel this often. You used to be someone who put yourself in bad situations because you wanted to be helpful or respected. But long before you met Ellie or Joel, you changed your ways and tried to be someone who didn’t have anything to regret. Someone who made mature decisions, since you didn’t have anyone on your side to defend you. In this moment, you know you’ve become too comfortable.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you sob between gags. You hate yourself for crying in front of them. You can hear someone telling you it’s okay. Saying over and over again it’s okay, it’s okay y/n. You don’t expect to look up and see it coming out of Joel’s mouth. Even though he’s reassuring you that you’re okay, his expression says otherwise. He looks mad. He hasn’t looked this mad in a long time. This makes you cry harder as the vomit forces it’s way out of your stomach.

You continue to apologize while vomiting and don’t even know where Ellie is, until at one point you hear Joel yell at Ellie to sit in the snow and not move. This brightens your mood a little bit, as you think it’s funny that Ellie’s getting told off. You can’t help but giggle, followed by a hiccup as you bring your hand up to your mouth, subconsciously begging your brain to let you have a break from the vomit.

“Hey, fuck you, y/n,” Ellie yells at you loudly through her slurred words as you continue to giggle. “Ellie,” Joel forcefully says back at her as she sits motionlessly in the snow. She doesn’t react, just sits there with an angry look on her face. She doesn’t seem like a fun drunk.

“Are you finished,” Joel says softly, leaning down to your level as you’re breathing heavily. You burp quietly before saying, “I think.” The owner of the tipsy bison comes outside and throws his hands up in the air, scoffing at Joel. “I’m sorry man, I’m sorry,” he says, taking your shoulders and leading you back towards your house. “Come Ellie.”

-

At some point on the walk back, Ellie started crying too. She just kept saying she was sorry, she was stupid, she was sorry, she wouldn’t ever do it again. Joel stopped answering a while ago. Helping you walk and yelling at Ellie to keep up when she fell to far behind. That made her cry harder.

“What did you drink,” he asked at one point, his voice staying steady and strong. Ellie starts to answer, but you cut her off before she get the two of you in more trouble than you already are in. “It was my idea. I traded with my friend from school.”

Ellie just looks at you. The two of you make eye contact for a long time, silently, only hearing your footsteps under you. Joel doesn't answer. He doesn't say anything for the rest of the walk. Ellie keeps sniffling and complaining about her legs hurting, despite the house being in your view at this point.

Once you arrive home, you sit on the couch motionlessly. In your mind, you feel like if you’re still enough you could disappear into the couch cushion and wake up tomorrow in a reality where none of this ever happened. Hoping you won’t have to face the consequences of your actions.

You hear Joel sigh as he pulls the door of Ellie’s room shut quietly. You follow his dark shadow with your eyes slowly. You accidentally sniffle and through the dark, you can see Joel’s figure jump. He quickly clicks on the lantern on the side table.

“Jesus, y/n,” he says, rubbing his eyebrows together, wearing a tired expression.

“I'm sorry.”

Joel starts to say something but stops himself. Taking a deep breath and standing still for a moment. Before coming closer to you. You expect him to hit you, you would even understand if he beat you senselessly and threw you out of the house.

But he just stands above you as you sit on the couch for a few more seconds before taking a deep breath and starting. “You're smart, y/n. You know better.”

You try not to react. You try to keep a still, blank face like you usually do. But it's difficult this time. You already failed once tonight and you feel like you're on the verge of breaking again. You don't say anything.

“I know you care about Ellie, so why would you put her in this situation,” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. You wish you could be honest with him, you wish you could tell him everything that's going on in your mind, but something is keeping you from doing that. This man isn't your father, and he obviously doesn't want to be. It's hard for you to connect with him, and you don't think he has any interest in doing that anyway.

“You know, my birthday was yesterday,” you say emotionlessly. There's no way for him to have known that, and you don't feel upset that he didn't know. You don't feel upset that Ellie didn't know and you don't feel upset that no one knew, because that part of your life is over. Your parents are gone and so is anyone who loved you before, so you don't have a reason to hold what happened to you against anyone. You just want him to know.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have put her in this situation, and I do know better.”

You don’t know what to make of this situation. You don’t know how to connect with him.

You just keep crying. You want to stop crying but you don’t know how. You don’t know what you’re trying to say, you just wish he knew. You shake your head. “You’re right,” you repeat yourself.

He sighs and rubs his eyes. Seemingly tired from the long day, or week, or months that he has had. Maybe even years. You know you and Ellie aren’t helping and that makes you feel worse. But he draws a long breath in. “Get up,” he says with the same blank face. You get up, not wanting to make anything worse than it has to be.

When he moved his hand you expect him to reach out and hurt you, but he wraps his arms around your small figure and gives you a long hug. This was your first hug. You two barely talk, the only thing the two of you had in common was ellie. Sometimes you felt so out of place. You felt like you didn’t belong and you were tagging along with the two of them. But you tried to brush those feelings off so you didn’t have to think about it.

“Go to sleep. We can talk about this when you feel better.”

He pulls out of the hug and doesn’t look at you. Instead starts to walk to his room, but he stops and says one last thing before going up the stairs.

“Wake Ellie up in the morning and tell her that you two are going to the tispy bison to clean the flower pots and planters first thing. And you're apologizing to the owner.”

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Let me know if I should start a the last of us tag list and if u wanna be added

[heartbreakgrill]

1989 (Heartbreak Grill’s Version)

Countdown to 1989 (Taylor’s Version) with me! I will be writing 6 song blurbs based off of my top 6 1989 tracks. This will hopefully all be finished by October 27th, 2023, when 1989(TV) will finally be released. Enjoy!

How You Get the Girl: Calum Hood

“remind me how it used to be.”

Out of the Woods: Theo Raeken

“we were in screaming color.”

Wildest Dreams: Kol Mikaelson

unpublished.

This Love: Stiles Stilinski

unpublished.

You Are In Love: Matthew Gray Gubler

unpublished.

Style: Pedro Pascal

“it’s a new soundtrack. i could dance to this beat forevermore.”

[louis-the-french-one]

Joel Miller x Teen!GN Reader

AFAB Reader

Request : *verbal request from my friend* Can I have a Joel Miller fic of Reader coming out to Joel as Trans after they get attacked? Platonic/Parental relationship !

Type : Comfort

Relationship : Platonic/Parental

Summary : While on the road to get to Tommy, Joel and Reader get attacked, they get out just fine but Reader is exhausted, which leads to Reader coming out as trans and explaining that they wear a binder

Warnings : self-hatred, internalized transphobia, abusive wear of binder (BE SAFE MY LOVELY PEOPLE), coming-out, violence, swear words

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You and Joel were still looking for Tommy and had stopped in a town to get some more food and supplies. While wandering in the lonely streets, you had suddenly heard people talking just across the street.  Three raiders were coming your way. It took only a second for Joel to notice them as well.

“Fuck! Run Y/N, Run” Joel suddenly whispered/screamed.

“Fucking hell Joel ! Fuck!” You said, startled.

You did as asked and ran to safety in a nearby house. Joel though, quickly hid behind an old car and took the raiders by surprise, killing one from a bullet before going to fight the other two with a knife, whom ran towards him. While Joel was fighting them the best he could, and you were hiding, you quickly realised he was gonna need help seing he had managed to kill another one but the last was putting up a great fight. Taking a deep breath, already tucking at your binder, you opened the back door of the house and ran as fast as you could to where Joel had parked the car, you knew he had extra shotguns in there, though he never let you use them.

Running as fast as you could, it took you a few minutes to get to the car, you took a shotgun he had hidden in the trunk, loaded it, took bullets with you and got ready to run again. Your ribcage was already killing you, ‘now is not the time to take my binder off’, you thought. Even out of breath you got back to running. You tripped a few times, your mind dizzy from the pain and the lack of air. You manage to get back to Joel whom was struggling, stuck under the last raider alive, He put all his strength into stopping the knife that was currently threatening to stab his throat.

Once you got a few meters away from the scene, you stopped and lifted the shot gun. Your vision was blurry but you had to do it, you had to help Joel. Gathering all the strength you had left and taking one last short breath, you shot the raider in the arm, hurting him just enough so that Joel could get back on top of him, steal his knife and cut his throat.

But your brain had reached its limits, you fell to the ground, desperately tucking your binder in a last desperate attempt at breathing,you just needed a little more air. Joel, instantly worried about you, ran to your side and picked up your head, laying it on his legs.

“Are you okay?! Fuck Y/N are you hurt!?” Joel asked you in a grave voice.

“Hm Hm, yeah, I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath” You whispered, your eyes were closed. You were focused on trying to breathe through your stomach.

“Y/N look at me, you don’t seem fine”Joel said. You could sense the panic in his voice although it was steady.

“I- I ... I can’t breathe, give me a minute please”You said, your voice cracking up with each word.

“Why? Why Y/N ? let me see”With his words Joel went to lift up your shirt but you quickly stopped him, your eyes now open and looking right at him.

“NO! No... Please, Joel, Don’t...”You struggled to breathe. “Don’t look.”

“Y/N please, I need to know what’s wrong.”

Your head was spinning, your eyes were in his. Not knowing what was happening anymore, you decided to tell him. You knew you would have to say it someday, well today was the day, right there, hardly breathing in his arms.

“I’m just, I’m... I’m wearing a binder Joel...” You waited but he didn’t say anything, of course he didn’t understand what you meant. “I’m trans, Joel. I’m wearing a binder, to compress my chest.”

“Okay”He simply said.

“Yeah, just give me a few minutes”You repeated, very nervous.

You and Joel stayed like that, your head on his lap, in complete silence for a few minutes. His gaze alternated between you and the streets, checking for any danger. Yours was fixed on him, still waiting for him to say something, anything. Finally, after what felt like forever, you breath steadied and your head stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry”You said suddenly.

“For what?”Joel replied.

“For what I said, for fainting, for who I am...”You started crying.

“Hey, it’s okay kid. I can’t force you take off that thing. It seems important to you” Joel assumed respectfully.

“It is, it really is” You quickly noted.

“And if it stops your breathing obviously it’s gonna make you faint,it’s fine,just be careful, you won’t have to save my ass next time hopefully.” He laughed a bit at the end. “And never apologise for who you are kid, you do you, I respect that”

“But, But it’s not normal, I’m not normal Joel.. I-I hate myself and I hate my body, and I hate how I have to wear this binder to feel like myself while it kills me slowly and put us in danger. Fuck, I’m so sorry Joel”You are left sobbing on his lap, turning to hide your face.

Joel lifted you and hugged you tightly. One of his hand in your hair caressing it to sooth you.

“shhh, it’s okay, you’re just a kid you’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. You are you and it’s all that matters. I am not mad at you. I just want you to know I see you as you and nothing else, this thing or not I don’t care. What I care about is you, and I'm sure if your chest really bothers you we can find a doctor that can do something about it. It’s okay kid” He declared.

“Thank you, thank you so much Joel” You continued crying, but were relieved.

“It’s okay, now let’s get going, it’s not safe to stay out there”He reminded you.

Eventually Joel let go off you and helped you get up. He smiled softly at you before taking the shotgun and walking back the car. You had had enough action for today.

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!Reminder that english is not my first language, be kind in the comments!

[writersmess]

hey guys, I'm new at this writing thing but i figured i should give it a try anyways, sooo send me some requests!!!!

[rrickgrrimes8]

Request Guideline (2023 Edition)

if you haven’t read my last post (i’ll link it here if you want to read) i’ve decided to revamp my page a little. i’m getting back into writing so i thought i should make another request guideline that better aligns with me and what i want to write and who i want to write for. so enjoy ;)

please make requests here. if there’s any problem with the link let me know! (the link doesn’t work at the moment i’ll add it as soon as i get my laptop back — click the link in my bio or on my masterlist in the mean time :) )

Guidelines:

When requesting please give me the character/celebrity, the show or movie they are from, a description of what you want, whether it will be fluff, angst, smut etc and if you want to be tagged. 

i may not always do smut, especially if it’s not something i’m comfortable with. this is not always the case however but if it is then i’ll let u know if i cannot complete the request.

Please specify if you would like it to be a female, gender neutral or male reader. Just as i explained in my previous post i do not write malexmale smut as it is nothing something i have any experience with - sorry. I will do threesomes (or more) where at least one woman is present :) 

I wont write an imagine about a gay character being straight. 

I am willing to write imagines about darker topics. Such as depression, suicide, eating disorders, etc. I will not however write in detail about rape but i am okay with it being mentioned/ hinted.

My intention is not to glorify or romantise any of these thing, especially since some of them are things i have gone through myself. In the past i haven’t always been sensitive or appropriate with the way i’ve handled them and i’m incredibly sorry if i’ve ever offended anyone or triggered them - this was never my intention. I have taken down some of the work i no longer feel comfortable being public for this reason so please do let me know if something i write bothers you and i’ll take it down.

I also dont like writing imagines where the character/celebrity is a kidnapper or murderer sorry. I also wont do incest relationships.

I dont do ships. I do reader imagines or if youd like to add a name to your request then ill more than happily do it like that.

I will do imagines on plus sizes readers. I will do imagines for family imagines as well and platonic ones too - please assure this is clear within the request. 

When you request something dont expect it to be up straightaway but i will try my hardest to be as quick as possible. I know with my track record that’s not saying much but i really do intend to be better and i’ll try and be more transparent about where i’m at with requests.

In the future there may be some changes to this list based on what i am interested in at the current time. Also if a character you want to request for isnt on the list but the actor is feel free to ask if i’ll do it for that character :)

I dont consent to anyone using my work without permission and if you see anyone doing that please let me know :)

If you dont like my work then feel free to block/ ignore it but please do not sned hate (i’m too soft for that shit) I will take criticism and welcome corrections if necessary. If you like it please like the post and if possible reblog it. Thank you!!

The Last Of Us:

Joel Miller — this can be both romantic and platonic

Ellie Williams (aged up)

Tommy Miller

Tess Servopoulos

Henry Burrell

Sarah Miller (aged up)

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Michonne

Glenn Rhee

Maggie

Carl Grimes

Negan

Doctor Who:

Tenth Doctor

Eleventh Doctor

Martha Jones

Rose Tyler

Clara Oswald

Rory Williams

Donna Noble

Ninth Doctor

Amy Pond

Pedro Pascal & Co:

Joel Miller

Frankie Morales

Javier Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Marcus Moreno

Dieter Bravo

Cillian Murphy & Co:

Tommy Shelby

Patricia Kitten Braden

Jonathan Crane

Fischer

Capa (Sunshine)

Jim (28 days later)

Neil (Watching the Detectives)

Spiderman (Homecoming-):

Peter Parker

MJ

Liz Allan

Ned

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski

Lydia Martin

Scott Mcall

Kira Yukimura

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield (aged up)

Eddie Munson

Lucas Sinclair (aged up)

Please bear in mind that if a character isn’t on here that you can still just ask me if i do them :) You can also check out my previous request guidelines for the character list of who i write for because i may still write for some of them :))

*NONE OF THESE GIFS ARE MINE. CREDITS TO THE OWNERS*

[sadgirlstoohightocare]

Page Management

Hi, I'm Vivi Vixen and these are the guide lines of this blog.

If you have a blog that doesn't have a bio or any posts I WILL BOCK YOU. (You are assumed to be a bot)

If your blog has videos, pictures, or gifs depicting sexual acts I WILL BLOCK YOU. (Same reason as above)

I trust that those following me are 18+ or are responsible and will click off a mature rated post; That being said, I will not block you if there is no age in your bio.

(BTW This post will constantly be updated)

All Requests Are Open

Fandoms I Write For

Actors I Write For

Cameron Monaghan [closed]

Dylan O'Brian

Jake Gyllenhaal [closed]

Pedro Pascal

Independent Characters I Write For

Cal Kestis

Damon Salvatore [closed]

Klaus Mikaelson [closed]

Marcus Lopez Arguello {new addition}

Mattheo Riddle {new addition}

Mitch Rapp

SpnHunter!Mitch [closed]

TASM!Peter Parker

[open]

Supernatural

Castiel [closed]

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline (no smut, he's too pure) [closed]

Sam Winchester

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf (the show bc I refuse to watch the new movie)

Derek Hale [closed]

Lydia Martin [closed]

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

[open]

The Last Of Us (the game & show)

Ellie Williams (no smut,I can't help but to see her a kid)

Joel Miller

[afictionaladventure16]

It's the End of the World (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)

Chapter 1

A/N: Alright, so I'm gonna try writing it as a platonic fic now, testing the waters still...

Word Count: 3,163

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of dying.

For the longest time, you thought if a zombie apocalypse would ever happen you wouldn’t make the mistakes those people did in movies and for the longest time, it was always a conversation starter. What would you do if a zombie apocalypse happened? Most people joked around about how they go steal the most ridiculous things from places or how they would begin to do the most heinous crimes. 

It wasn’t until a year ago when things began to take a turn for the worst that you realized that maybe it could just happen and all those things you ever said were impossible. At only the age of fourteen, you had to learn how to survive in a cruel world. You had jumped from one group to another, in hopes of finding anyone you knew, but no luck.  

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” the man said in a sing song voice. 

What you didn’t think about all those times you’ve asked that question or you were asked that question, was what would happen if a zombie apocalypse were to happen; what you also didn’t realize is that almost all men would revert to ways that felt stoneage. The moment the government fell through with protecting its citizen from a deadly fungus is when all hell broke loose. People began to realize that crimes were technically legal since there was no government or some sort of person in power for there to be consequences for those people's actions. 

You hid behind a counter of a diner that was now in ruins, you knew this diner pretty well, having a couple of breakfasts here from before the fall. You couldn’t reminisce now, right now you had to think of survival. All you had was a small pocket knife, you silently cursed at yourself for being such a klutz and your main weapon, which was a gun you had stolen from a member of a previous group.   

Because there were no consequences, it meant that people began to lose their minds and slowly if they weren’t being attacked by the infected then they were being attacked by the living. This meant that your trust, went from zero to negative one hundred, given that you had issues with trusting people before the apocalypse even began. Maybe that’s why you’ve been able to live so far. 

“Papi just wants to play,” he said as he snickered, walking around the diner, and looking under the tables. “He just wants to play with a nice cute little Latina like you.” 

You rolled your eyes at the man's comment, “I am so gonna enjoy this,” you whispered to yourself as you slowly crept around the counter. You looked over the counter, spotting the man on the other side of the diner, his back facing you. You took in a deep breath before slowly making your way behind him, you were so close. You kept playing the motion you needed to do in your head, grab by the neck and stab, that’s it, it’ll be easy because he isn’t expecting it from behind. 

You took another step closer, and you heard the glass underneath your foot crunch. You grimaced at the sound, the man quickly turned around, so much for a sneak attack. “There you are,” He said with a smirk. 

“Shit,” you muttered as he lunged forward, you were quick enough to dodge his lunge. You ran out of the diner. 

“You can’t run from me!” He said as he aimed his gun towards you, shooting a warning shot towards the ground near your feet before running after you. 

You ran as fast as you could down the ruined street, you quickly glanced behind you to see how far he was. When you turned around you saw the pothole in front of you, but before you could react you were falling. In a panic, you quickly got back up, but the man caught up pulling you back onto the ground, “I told you, you couldn’t run from me!” He smirked. 

“Let me go!” You yelled as you began to wiggle out of his grip. 

“Oh no, no, no, I can’t let you go yet, the fun hasn’t even started!” He pinned your arms above your head, holding them there with one hand as his other began to trail its way down your side. 

You screamed as loudly as you could, hoping that someone out there could hear you.

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 Pedro never imagined himself in this type of situation. In an ‘It’s the end of the world’ type of situation. He had played Joel in the Last of Us, but never did he expect to be in the Last of Us, but in real life. “This really has to be some kind of sick joke,” he said to himself as he looked for supplies in an old CVS. “It’s the only explanation.” 

Pedro could remember the day it all happened very clearly, although he felt like it was all just a bad hit from an edible. He spent a good amount of the day locked in his cellar, hoping that it’ll be fine after a couple of days, but when it wasn’t he knew he’d had to leave eventually. He didn’t know if he’d live and part of him was prepared for that. 

Somehow he had made it a year, traveling around the Los Angeles area without being caught by raiders or any groups that were recruited to restart civilization. He didn’t know if society could come back from such a tragedy and he didn’t know if he could ever trust someone ever again. Especially since he saw some of his closest friends lose their minds to the craziness and saw others die at the hands of people they thought they could trust. But he did hate the solitude, but it wasn’t his choice, well, it kind of was. But he was just trying to be safe.

“Ah!” He exclaimed, “score!” he found a box of bandages he knew would come in handy. He tried to stuff as many as he could into his backpack along with some toilet paper he had found as well. Toilet paper was as good as gold to him. Once he had finished rummaging through the store, he headed out. It was near dark and he knew he had to find somewhere to sleep for the night. 

He began to look around for somewhere secluded to sleep, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard that gunshot ring out. For a second, he thought it was aimed towards him and when he didn’t hear a second shot, he began to look around. Not spotting anyone, he shrugged it off and continued his search. 

It wasn’t until he heard screams that he knew something was up, he hesitated to follow the screams. What if it was a trap to lure him? But it could also be someone who needed help. He groaned to himself, “Why do I have to be so nice?” he argued with himself as he walked in the direction of the screams. 

“The fun hasn’t even started!” he heard some man exclaim. Pedro turned the corner, spotting a young girl on the girl with a man on top of her. If there was anything he hated in the world, it was men taking advantage of a girl that didn’t look over the age of eighteen or even fifteen. 

“Let me go, please,” you cried, as you kicked and screamed. 

Pedro raised his gun, aiming it at the man, the man opened his mouth to speak, but Pedro beat him to the punch, “You heard the girl, let her go.” 

The man quickly turned around, instantly raising his hands at the sight of the gun, “Hey, man. I was just having some fun, you know how it is.” 

“No, I don’t know how it is,” Pedro hissed. 

“Come on, man,” The guy gestured over to you. 

You looked over at Pedro, waiting for him to pull the trigger, but he just stood there. You scoffed, grabbing your knife that was on the ground and jamming it into the guy's side. “That’s for touching me without my consent, asshole,” you seethed, you watched as the man groaned as he fell to the ground. 

“You bitch!” the man yelled as he lunged toward you. Pedro didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, shooting the man in the chest. He hated doing such a thing in front of someone so young, but with the current situation, you probably had seen worse. 

“Now why did you do that?” Pedro asked. 

“Because it was obvious that you were going to let him go,” you said as you grabbed your knife from the now-dead body. 

“You don’t know that.” 

“You’re right… were you?” you wiped your knife along the man that was on the ground, shirt. 

Pedro sighed, ignoring your question, "looks like you’ve got a bleeder,” he gestured towards your shoulder. You glanced at your shoulder, touching the cut that the man had done earlier, one you had completely forgotten about.

 You then glanced up at the man that somewhat saved your life. “flesh wound,” you shrugged. 

“Here,” the man took his backpack off, you quickly took a step back as he pulled something out of one of the pockets. “I just scored these from the CVS around the corner,” he said as he held out some bandages. 

You looked at the bandages and then at him, “what’s the catch?” 

“No catch,” he said, still holding the bandages out. 

You were quick to grab them from him, “thanks.” You sat down on the ground, beginning to inspect the wound. 

“The name’s Pedro, by the way.” You knew who he was, it took you a minute, but you recognized that voice from movies and T.V. shows. You had been a fan when there were such things as fans and actors and pop stars. 

“I know,” you said as you gave up attempting to clean your wound. You needed your backpack, the one that was somewhere around this area. 

“You do?” 

“Apocalypse only happened a year ago, I’m pretty sure not everyone has forgotten what T.V. was yet. Surely no one could forget the Chilean Pedro Pascal, especially after this fiasco and the fiasco you played on T.V.” you said, hinting towards the Last of Us, which aired right before the apocalypse. He hummed in response, you both stood in silence for a second and it took you that long to realize that he was waiting for your name. “Y/N.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said with a smile. You couldn’t help but give him a small smile back. “Do you need help with that?” 

“No, I got it,” you said as you began to look around, trying to figure out where exactly you were and where exactly you lost your backpack. “I Just gotta find my pack,” you explained. “I, uh, lost it while running away from this guy,” you gestured to the dead man on the floor. “Along with my gun.” 

“Need help?” Pedro asked, he couldn’t just leave you like this. 

“I don’t trust strangers.” 

“Strangers don’t know each other's names,” Pedro remarked. 

“I don’t trust acquaintances.” 

“Acquaintances don’t know someone's life story,” he grinned. He felt some responsibility to keep you safe, even if you had just met him. You’re just so young and you were alone. He hated seeing it. 

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t trust people.” 

“Neither do I, Y/n, so, why don’t we not trust people together just enough for you to get that wound cleaned?” You sighed in defeat, this man really wasn’t gonna let it go. 

“Fine, you help me find my pack and my gun, get this cleaned and that’s it,” you stated, “and only because I can’t defend myself all too well, at the moment, especially not with this,” you held up your small pocket knife. 

“Was that so hard?” 

“A bit, yeah,” you began to walk down the way you came from. 

“Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Pedro muttered to himself

“We’re not friends,” You retorted as you looked back over at him. “Especially if you’re gonna quote Casablanca.” 

Pedro chuckled, “I’m just surprised you even understood that reference.” you began making your way back to the diner you were just at. “So, what brings a kid like you out here by themself?” 

“Well, if you may have not noticed but the world is ending,” you gestured to your surroundings as you both began to make your way back from where you had originally run from.

Pedro stayed silent for a moment, unsure if he should ask more questions. Part of him wanted to, mostly because he was curious and wanted to know if there was a chance to reunite you with your family. The other part of him was afraid that if he asked more questions you’d run, you seemed like a runner. 

He pursed his lips, “What I meant is, why are you alone?” 

You sighed, you had been asked this many times and at one point you just began making things up as you went. You were trying to find your father or you were looking for a new adventure. Some believed it, and some didn’t. “My only family is in Texas… I think.” 

Pedro didn’t have to ask anymore to know, he knew. You had lost people, he did too, and just like you, he was looking for his family. “You’re going to texas?” 

You gave him a nod, “it’s a bit of a walk.” 

“What part of Texas?” 

“Wherever Lackland Air Force Base is,” you paused in front of the diner, “This is where I hid,” you began. “I came from down this street,” you pointed down the street, “so, I could’ve lost my stuff from here all the way to that big building.” 

“Alright, I’ll take this part of the street and you take that part,” he gestured towards one side of the street. You gave him a nod as you began walking down your part of the street. “So, who’s in Texas?” 

“You ask a lot of questions,” you muttered. 

“You’re a kid that’s traveling all by themselves.” 

“And you’re asking a lot of questions.” 

Pedro held up his hands defensively, “Alright.” He kept quiet, but now you were alone with your thoughts and you didn’t know what was worse. The questions or your thoughts. 

You sighed, “my brother.” Pedro nodded, “what about you? Who are you looking for?” 

“My siblings,” Pedro began. “They could be in a QZ somewhere along California, It’s hard to say. I know a lot of QZ’s moved to safer locations out of state and since I’ve tried my luck here, I’ve decided to try my luck in Arizona.” 

You hummed in response, “I hope you find them.” 

“Me too.” 

You both stayed quiet for a while, you kept your eyes open for your tan-colored rucksack type of backpack. 

“This yours?” Pedro asked as he lifted up a small gun. 

“My gun!” you exclaimed, “That means my bag should be nearby!” 

Continuing your search, Pedro couldn’t help himself, “You know,” he began, “Arizona is on the way to Texas.” 

“It is,” you agreed. You knew where he was trying to lead this conversation.

“Why don’t you join me in Arizona?” You stayed quiet, you had joined so many groups over the past year, and over the past year, you learned that people couldn’t be trusted. Pedro could sense your uneasiness, “Just to Arizona, which would be like halfway to Texas and then you can go on your own if you want.” 

“I don’t know,” you said with uneasiness. 

“Think about it, alright?” he asked, “You could barely get that man off you, what if that were to happen again?” He was right, you had been on your own now for only two weeks. Most of that time you spent at an abandoned grocery store, it wasn’t until today that you decided to leave. “I mean, how long have you been on your own now?” 

You sighed, “Two weeks,” you muttered. 

“Two weeks? Were you in a QZ before?” 

You shook your head, “I’ve been hoping from group to group.” You looked over at Pedro, “I left the last group because I’m pretty sure they were some sort of swingers and I may or may have not stolen some of their stuff.” 

“Jesus, kid.” 

You shrugged, “It’s the end of the world.” 

“That it is,” he muttered. 

A huge grin was planted on your face as you saw the familiar tan backpack, “Found it!” you exclaimed as you grabbed your bag, placing it on your back. Pedro walked over to you, handing you your gun. “Thanks,” you said with a smile. 

“You do know how to use that, right?” You hesitated, of course, you didn’t know how to use it. You only stole it in case of emergencies, you had been using your knife for the most part. “That silence tells me no.” 

“I mean, how hard can it be, you just point and shoot.” Pedro pinched the bridge of his nose, “let me guess, it’s more than just pointing and shooting?” 

Pedro sighed, “I helped you find your stuff,” he commented. He knew you didn’t want the help and maybe Pedro couldn’t convince you otherwise. This wasn’t like him, but no one was like themselves anymore. It was as if everyone had just played a role the whole time and now that the world is basically ending they can show their true selves. 

“Yeah, just help me find my things and get this cleaned and that’s it,” you repeated. 

Pedro took out his reusable water bottle, “Let me,” he said as he poured some water on a rag he had tied to his bag. You sat down on the curb of the street, and he sat beside you. He was gentle with the rag, cleaning it out as best as he could, “Good news, doesn’t look like you need stitches.” 

“Well, that’s great.” You handed him the bandage he had given you earlier. 

He used the bandage to blow on the wound before placing the bandage on it. “Alright, then I guess, good luck on your trek to Texas,” he said as he got up to make his way down the street, but Pedro felt terrible. He felt like a horrible person for just saying good luck, not even trying harder to have you join him. 

And for a moment, you wished he did. “I thought about it!” you exclaimed causing Pedro to stop in his tracks. He turned around, “maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I joined you on your way to Arizona, but that’s it. Only to Arizona, and on the way there maybe you could teach me some things,” you gestured towards the gun. “But only to Arizona, alright?” 

Pedro smiled, “alright.”

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[soulreader05]

I’ve been waiting for this moment.

Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 10

Chapter Ten: Family Line

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 4K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries, harsh language, tw: NOTES OF SELF HARM, ANXIETY ATTACKS/RESPONSE, trauma from abusive mother, description of child neglect/abuse

a/n: I hope everyone enjoys the holiday season and here is a Christmas angsty post

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Scattered 'cross my family line.

I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's side. Told a million to survive

Scattered 'cross my family line.

God, I have my father's eyes But my sister's when I cry.

I can run, but I can't hide From my family line

Anything could happen. One wrong move can turn this into a bloodbath. You can see each individual, pausing at a woman who wears a balaclava covering the lower half of her face but you recognize those eyes. Lila squirms seemingly recognizing the group as the woman lowers her mask, both you and Lila saying the same thing.

“Mom..?” “Momma!”

The air is like daggers filling your lungs, stabbing you as you inhale, scraping and cutting you as you exhale. You’re not sure if she knows you anymore. Are you some fleeting memory of her poor child that left her? Abandoned her all those years ago. Do you even recognize her? Of course you do, she is the same in your memories, in your dreams and nightmares. She probably smells the same if you were to be in her embrace. The smokiness and burnt smell that others would cringe away but you seek comfort from it, the smell of burning wood always reminds you of her. The sharpness of almost rubbing alcohol changed to something more fruity whether it was wine or yeasty beer. But that smoky smell never left her. Even now breathing in fresh air you expect to get that hint of smoky. You are surely death gripping the reins as Lila vibrates in your saddle her hands reaching out to be taken…by her mother. You see the shocked looks from Tommy and Ellie as their gaze darts from you to the woman staring at you with equal shock. She finally speaks and it sends chills of fear but also safety through you.

“Y/n…is that really you honey…you’re alive?” She says and you think this a dream? As you see tears fill her eyes. The others that a with your mother lower their weapons and even Tommy and Ellie lower theirs too. You are speechless afraid if you say something you’ll wake up or she’ll disappear hearing you confirm you are the child she lost all those years ago.

“I’m sorry. I know this is all overwhelming. But it’s getting close to dark and infected tend to roam here. Look you should all come back with us to Jackson so we can figure,” Tommy says glancing over at you who is still silent dead staring at your mother someone he can’t help but feel like he knows, “Figure this all out.”

Your mother quickly wipes the tears from her face, “Yes I’m sorry. Thank you that is so kind of you.”

With that decided you all head towards Jackson. Tommy leading up front, Ellie in the middle with the other group including your mother, and you in the back with Lila. You’re sure Red could sense your complete shut off and taking over. You take in everything about her, her hair is longer and greying with age, and she looks the same but just older and weathered with time. She dressed normally for the weather nothing standing out, a sawed-off shotgun in her free hand the other holding her reins. You had so many questions since you knew that Kansas had fallen to infected where had she been this whole time? Lila yawns snuggling into your chest. When did she have time for another child, she could be old maybe five or six. She could have had her when you were gone makes sense, you wouldn’t know if your mother was pregnant when you were in the QZ. Or would you have? The way she just acted was nothing you experienced in the fourteen years with her. Was your leaving cause her change? Did she miss you? Looking down at Lila you feel your chest tighten, did having her change her? Was this child the reason she wanted now to be a good mother? You wince already remember her words at that comment. She was the best mother she could be with the resources she had. It’s your fault you made it harder on her to raise you. You wouldn’t have a better childhood if you listened more. Did Lila listen? Was she better at things you struggled to do before? Did she have your mother’s affection? Did she have your mother’s love? Was Lila being born a way to heal her broken heart from you abandoning her?

Your restless thoughts keep you occupied for the duration of the trip and when you come partially aware you are at the gates of Jackson right as the sunset dips below the horizon and the lights of the community start turning on. Watching the large gates open to a small crowd of people waiting for your return but also hearing of the newcomers. Your gaze sweeps seeing members of the council, Dina and Jesse there most likely for Ellie, and Joel and Maria are waiting in the forefront of the crowd. All your horses draw to a stop the stablehands come and start guiding the Jackson and outsider horses to the stables for food and rest. In your arms is a sleeping Lila, your pack and rifle still on your back an empty expression on your face. There might be a look on your face but you can’t think of one as you stare off as the man with the gruff voice helps your mother off her horse and you see a slight weight shift to her, something is either wrong with her leg or foot. You are motionless as everything else moves around you, Dina and Jesse greeting Ellie who seems to be keeping an eye on you. The council alongside Maria with their son as they speak to Tommy about the newcomers, his gaze also flickering back to you as you still just stand there. Other members of Jackson check out the new people the local doctor coming to check some of their injuries, especially a man who’s currently in a makeshift sling. You don’t notice Joel’s concerned gaze on you as people move around you but remain frozen with a little girl in your arms. One person comes over a nurse or someone comes and takes Lila from your arms and you slip your rifle and revolver off to someone so they can be locked up with the other weapons. You mumble lightly that she might have some minor injuries to check, but it comes out like, ‘Cuts…no bites…she’s hers.” Your gaze is still locked.

It’s a shock to the Millers and even those that know of you. Since you’ve been here, it’s harsh, bitter, curses or glares thrown. A hot temper, but then it mellowed out still a spitfire but wasn’t picking fights. This version was frighteningly silent, like the entire world around you faded away only focused on one thing, but even you didn’t dare to speak up or try and react. Joel just sees someone coming at you and he makes a step to go protect you but a woman throws her arms around your shoulders pulling you into a tight hug and crying into your shoulder.

“Oh thank god you’re alive. I thought all these years I lost you and I never forgave myself.” She sobs into your flannel her tears and snot getting on it, your body rigid hands held at your side as she holds you with such tender affection. This was the first time she hugged you, you would remember other times trying to get one only for her to push you away. It was always you trying desperate to initiate one but here she was holding onto you like you were going to crumble apart if she let go. She pulls away with teary eyes she clutches your cheeks looking over you taking in every detail of you and keeping it in your memory. You shudder at the eye contact, you don’t think she’s ever stared at you for this long and it only gets your heart racing more.

“You are so beautiful and all grown up. I’m so sorry I couldn’t find you then, but I was given a second chance now,” She sniffs and you don’t know what to say your hands clenching and unclenching trying to keep yourself grounded. A burning sensation at the back of your eyes.

Everyone could sense how uncomfortable you looked, not knowing how to act in this very emotional situation, “Tommy who is that?” Maria asks not fully able to hear every word being said but it was clear whoever this was knew you.

“The little girl, Lila that’s her mother,” Tommy hesitates in dropping this bomb, “She is also Y/n’s mother.” Joel’s eyes widen once he gets a better view of the woman immediately getting thrown back almost 20 years ago remember her. It was still early in the Outbreak with people being evacuated to other QZs. They were all together in the Dallas QZ until they got separated when it reached capacity. Tommy and he went to Boston and she went to another QZ. He wouldn’t have forgotten her.

“Tommy what did you do,” Maria asks immediately on edge. If that was your mother she knew exactly what she was capable of. Does she warn them to stop this? Had things truly changed with time? No, she abused you as a child she can’t change…but with her crying in front of you Maria felt hesitation to speak. Both Tommy and Joel give her a confused look before returning to look at what’s happening before them.

Your throat feels tight as you barely get the word, “M-mom…I..I” out and she’s all teary while you feel on the edge of having a breakdown.

“Shhh don’t worry about anything. All that matters is that we are together as a family. You, me, your sister,” Her mentioning Lila pushes you further to the edge, your hands squeeze so tightly you’re sure blood is drawn, “Oh honey you’ll love it,” She gushes. Honey that name you only dreamed she’d call you another step towards the edge.

“We’ve been waiting for this moment and…you have Derek…your father.”

You are shoved off the ledge as tears spill from your eyes but you know they aren’t tears of joy. It’s far from it as you see the gruff man with the bandana now lowered come over standing beside your mother. He rests a hand on your shoulder and you can feel it burning through your clothes and scarring your flesh.

“Hey kiddo…it’s been some time,” It’s like every warning bell is ringing in your head. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. You’re not supposed to get a face to the name ‘dad’, he was nameless. A bastard father to a bastard daughter. You were going to die and never know what he looks like conjured up some image of a man that is always changing. You shove your mother off you and she gasps as your father goes to steady her all eyes immediately on you. Your hands are clenched so hard in fists that your face tenses up with these wide frightened eyes. An almost pained noise comes from your throat like you want to scream or cry but are forcing it back.

“Honey..” “Kiddo.” Both your parents try reaching back to you but you take a clumsy step back and then book it pushing through the crowd. Your vision is a blur and you nearly run into Joel who tries to steady you but you shove him away and book it down the street darting down an alley. Your mother tries going after you but is held back by your father.

“Ellie,” Joel calls out getting the girl and her friends' attention, “Try and find her please.” The younger girl nods and the three young kids run off in search of you. Joel turns back to the couple bickering as Tommy and Maria approach.

“I told you it would all be too much,” The man says and the woman runs her hand through her hair, “It doesn’t matter now. We can’t take it back.” She turns to look over at the adults her gaze pausing on one familiar man.

“Joel Miller?” She seemed shocked to see him especially alive after all these years there almost seemed to be a twinge of fear in her eyes.

“It’s good to see you after all these years,” Joel says and Tommy looks between his brother and your mother and it clicks how he recognizes her. The QZ was back in Dallas in their early days. She and Joel were pretty close that was…like 18 ye— Immediately his gaze darts from both Joel to your mother, then to your ‘father’. His first memory of you was thinking how familiar you looked then when he came back with Joel it was like staring at a mirror from face down to attitude. Especially now looking at your ‘father’ you didn’t look a lick like him, maybe Lila did but you certainly did not. He squeezes his wife’s hand and flashes her a small ‘when need to talk’ look which she understands and squeezes back. Your mother laughs awkwardly.

“Yeah, what are the odds…anyway thank you for all you’ve done for our daughter it’s good having her safe with us.” She says and the irony from it given the fact you just ran off.

“It’s glad to see you alive and well,” Maria says fixing her grip on her son, “Y/n has said much about you…but not much about her father.” Her gaze moves from your mother whose gaze almost narrows to daggers to your father who looks a bit nervous.

“Unfortunately Y/n and her father haven’t had the best relationship but we’re hoping to reestablish that, especially in this world where anything can happen,” Your mother says smoothly and Maria tensely nods.

“Well…let’s get you situated with some food, check in on your other daughter, and then we’ll get you and your people settled for the night,” Tommy suggests, and your mother and her group all nod. Tommy begins leading them off to the Tipsy Bison. Maria goes over to Joel who watches the whole scene.

“Joel go find Y/n,” She says and Joel nods but he notices the conflicted look in her eyes.

“You know something,” He questions and she flashes him a look but sighs.

“Just give me time Joel, please. Go worry about her for now.” She pleads and Joel looks at her trying to unpick her but sighs and goes off and looks for you.

Joel hits your normal spots, the stables, specifically Red’s pen but not there, checks Maria and Tommy’s house to see if you’re there, and even goes to his home to see if you decided to run off there but no, he was going to head to the library when he runs into Dina who tells them they found her. The pair head out into the woods to reach a clearing, there’s an unlit stone firepit and some benches made my logs, he’s been here a few times with Ellie and Tommy, but this was mainly a spot for the younger kids.

“Go!” You screech like a wild banshee as a rock hits a stray tree. There he finds, Ellie and Jesse on the outskirts where the forest ends and the clearing starts. You are in the middle of it pacing and he feels a spike of concern seeing flecks of red in the snow.

“Y/n let’s just talk—” Ellie starts jumping back as another object is thrown in their direction a pained held-back scream.

“Fuck off!” You grit out. Your bloody hands grip your hair, your gloves tossed amongst the snow as you pace your heart racing and they can see you choking to get air in your system.

“Kids go,” Joel says and Jesse and Dina nod starting to trail away he sees Ellie look at him hesitant before she too leaves. Joel takes a step into the clearing the crunch of snow makes you whip to face him and he raises his hands like taming a wild beast. Your chest heaves as you eye him with sharp panicked eyes. Tears stream down your flushed cheeks as you continue making that pained noise.

“I’m not gonna do anything kid,” Joel says calmly as one of your hands that grips your hair moves to your flannel clutching your collar as if it’s choking you. Joel rushes as you drop to your knees with an unhuman cry like this tidal wave of emotions finally takes over. He pries your blood hand from your hair to stop harming yourself allowing you to death grip his sleeve as you scream this gutwrenching sound. Joel squeezes you close to his chest as your screams muffle in his coat soon it turns into a heartbreaking whimper. He has to look up to the sky to blink back the burn in his eyes holding you close to him his hand stroking your hair to soothe you.

“It’s okay…I got you,” He says as you tremble in his hold weak sobs and hiccups as you break down. It took a while for your cries to settle down just sniffles fill the clearing, the cold snow seeping into both of your pants a grounding force. Joel pulls back to get a good look at you and you see the pity frown as he takes in your bloodshot eyes, snotty and just out of it from your breakdown. His thumb swipes at your cheek to help rid the stray tears and you don’t even react to it. You don’t flinch at his eye contact unlike your mother, his contact doesn’t send pain throughout your body, your heart doesn’t race, nor does your chest tighten as he holds you. It’s quiet between you too as he helps you to your feet, shrugging his coat off and putting it over your shoulder to stop your shivering. Your stare is endless completely checked out as he rushes to collect your gloves shoving them in his pocket turning and seeing you still standing there. The coat seems to engulf you and he sees little droplets of blood fall from your slack fingers staining the pure snow crimson. Wrapping his arm around your back he begins guiding you out of the clearing to civilization. The other proof something happened would be the stains of blood that litter it. Like a sacrifice was needed to completely let yourself go.

Joel brings you to Rancher Street but instead of the home you’ve been staying at the past month he guides you up the porch steps to the place where it all started. The lights are dim as he guides you to sit on the couch before the still-crackling fire. Footsteps from upstairs and he sees a concerned Ellie coming down the stairs taking in the sight of you unmoving on the couch.

“Ellie get some blankets and a clean rag with water,” Joel says and Ellie rushes off the complete the order. Joel leaves his coat still on you but kneels to untie your boots and you do little to help just a deadweight. Your eyes were almost lifeless the flames of the fireplace flickering in them. Ellie returns with the items before heading off to the kitchen, Joel takes the cloth getting it damp before pushing back some of your hair seeing the scratches you caused, and being gentle to clean them away. You don’t barely react when he accidentally puts pressure on a cut as he cleans the blood and tears from your face. Once your face is clean he goes to work on your bloody hands when their a knock on the door.

“Joel, go I got this,” Ellie says returning with a steaming cup of what looks like hot chocolate, to try and lift your spirits. Joel lets the young girl take over heading to answer the door. There he finds his brother alongside his wife and child.

“Did you find her?” Tommy asks and Joel leads them inside from the cold but not completely in. They can see Ellie speaking softly to you as she cleans your hands but your gaze remains on the flames an exhausted look on your face. “Christ,” Tommy sighs pinching the bridge of his nose and Maria looks over a high wave of emotions seeing you completely shut down.

“Her…her mother…wanted to see know if she would be staying with them,” Tommy asks and Joel immediately feels a rush of anger, “I know it’s a stupid question.”

“Hell no Tommy,” Joel spats, “You think any normal person would react the way she did if they saw their mother and father again? I won’t let that happen.” He points at your lifeless body as Ellie tries offering you the drink but it’s like she’s invisible staring right through her.

“I know that Joel, you think I didn’t see that as well, but that’s her kid. Y/n is their family,” Tommy sighs and Joel scoffs.

“And is she not ours?! Who took care of her all these months? Who let her in their home when she thought she had no one? Who did she cry to and confided to? Us Tommy!” Joel points at himself then at his brother and wife, “Sure I know her mom and we all had our history together, but if my child tears themselves to the point of bleeding at the sight of them I’m not going to stand by.”

“I agree with Joel,” Maria's voice is smooth but a held-back anger in her tone. She holds her son with the protection of a mother and if she could she would be right over by you holding and comforting you. Both Miller brothers are surprised at Maria’s stance and Joel scrutinizes her trying to pick her apart to learn what she knows.

“You know they aren’t going to like this,” Tommy says but the looks on both Maria and Joel’s faces make him sigh. Both of them are willing to die on this hill. “I’ll go let them know that she’s already asleep.” With that, Tommy presses a kiss to his wife’s temple before leaving the home. Joel looks back seeing that you are indeed asleep with Ellie resting her head on the armrests looking over you. Maria rests a hand on Joel’s shoulder as he looks down at his sister-in-law.

“Just take care of her Joel,” Maria says and Joel nods as Maria leaves. Joel comes over to Ellie who looks over you with such genuine concern and care.

“Come on kiddo,” He says offering a hand and pulling the teen to her feet keeping her close to his chest, both drained from the high emotions.

“Will she be alright Joel?” She asks and Joel is silent looking down at you resting on the couch a frown on your face. Even in sleep, you were being tormented.

“She will…come on up to bed,” Joel says and Ellie tiredly listens heading up the stairs as Joel begins putting out the fire. He turns to where you lay lit by the sliver of light from the window and the hallway lights. His hand pushes your hair back making sure you’re comfortable, he doesn’t stop himself from smoothing out the crease between your brows and you seem to settle more a bit of tension released. A flash of Sarah covers your feature and he flinches at the resemblance of his daughter. Why looking at you brought memories of the daughter he lost confused him. There were moments when Ellie acted that reminded him of Sarah but the two of them were nothing alike, while Ellie was loud and brash, Sarah was gentle and soft-spoken This brief moment you look so young and innocent, a child that never got to be a child. You looked like his child.

“No one’s going to hurt you babygirl,” He says as he rises to his feet looking down at his daughter until he blinks and there you lay. He whispers into the air his oath to you.

“I promise.”

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The photographer knew what they were doing when they told him to pose like that.

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How did I not see this before😂😂😂Pedro what’s goin on man (that pose says it all it’s Pedro look at that foot placement😂😂😂)

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Found

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn

Summary: you sneak into the Mandalorian's ship in hopes to find something valuable. When he catches you, you realize you've found something much better than you were hoping for.

You were sneaking into a strange space ship. It was the largest one you've ever seen. You had seen someone walk out of it and decided to go check if there was anything that would be useful for you. Money, food, or pretty much anything that you could sell.

That was, until you heard the doors shut. It worried you for a minute but then you decided you'd make an exit when the owner of the ship came back.

The ship lifted off the ground. You fill your pockets with random supplies before running back to the closed door. You try opening it and search for a button to open it.

It doesn't work. You can't find any way out. You wait out the time until the ship reaches it's next destination

When the ship settles back down you sigh in relief. Then, a mandalorian walked into the main room of the ship. He towers over you and your jaw drops.

Your hands start to shake and anxiously play with each other as you look up at the scary man.

Tears fill your eyes and you hear him sigh. "Show me your pockets." You empty out everything you had stolen as you start to sob.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please" you cry out. He takes his things and puts them in their place as you try to explain everything to him.

"I didn't mean to- I mean- I'm sorry. Please, I don't have a lot of money, I just thought- I thought..." Your words are drowned out by your sobs.

He guides you over to a chair and you sit down in it. "Where are your parents?" He says.

The silence answers his questions. You shiver and he hands you a small blanket that you wrap around your arms.

He walks back to the room where he has just been and comes back with a small green creature.

"This is Grogu. I expect the two of you to stay here. I will be back." He says as he opens the door and walks out.

I look outside to see a town that looks nothing like your home. You wipe the last few tears in your eyes before looking around for something to do.

When he comes back he says nothing. He picks up Grogu and motions you to follow him. He sets Grogu down in his chair and sits down in his own.

You stand akwardly and the man points to an empty spot. You sit down and he nods.

"I'm Din." He says, breaking the silence. "...YN" you respond. He had already known he was gonna let you stay but this was the moment you had realized.

You slept on the way to wherever he had to go next. Although he tried his best to hide it, he had a soft spot for you. He was also extremely overprotective of you and wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.