#// i'm babysitting today and then i have to update the masterlist.

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 2)

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader, toji fushiguru x afab!reader ☆ summary: you update your friends and they cannot believe what happened between you and toji. but one of you friends, satoru gojo, is acting weirder than usual...could it be? nooo, nooo, it can't...right? ☆ warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! dirty talk, implied power dynamic, sexual tension ☆ tags: modernAU, academiaAU ☆ a/n: sorry for the lack of smut but i swear it'll be worth in the next part 😈 but hope you enjoy the love triangle between toji, gojo, and y/n that's forming! spoiler alert: there miiiight be a potential three way coming soooon ~ ahaha i don't wanna say anything 🤭 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

"NO. FUCKIN'. WAY...", shoko gasps, jaw open, as you tell her about what happened last night with toji over a matcha latte with oatmilk. you take a sip, savoring the earthy, bitter beverage, and give shoko a serious look.

you, shoko, and your friends always grab beverages from cafe amanai every morning, serving as a meeting point for everyone's busy lives. usually, it's used to air out mild inconveniences, from poor grades to missing keys, but today, it is being used to dissect what the hell happened between you and toji last night, to your obvious dismay.

"yeah, and now i'm getting dinner with him and megumi and going to his parent teacher conference." you say, looking slightly distraught, as you contemplate the ramifications of hooking up with your extremely attractive neighbor. "was this a bad idea?"

"was what a bad idea?"

you and shoko whip around to find satoru gojo strolling to your table, wearing his signature black round glasses and unruly white hair. he glides down in the seat next to you, literally butting his head into the conversation.

you sigh deeply and slowly sink your head onto the table surface, knowing full well that once satoru gets up to speed, he's never going to shut up about it. "ohhhh satoru, don't make me say it again..." you whine.

"let's wait until suguru comes back from flirting with the barista to tell them. i don't wanna update them twice." shoko kindly offers, patting your head and softly running her fingers through your scalp.

your head shoots up the minute your hear about suguru flirting. according to satoru, suguru never drank coffee until the day riko complimented his bangs, and ever since then, suguru would do everything in his power to stop by cafe amanai and order a latte. in the process, you, shoko, and gojo got unbearably perplexed at the idea of the suguru geto, the hoity-toity moral compass of the group, having a crush, on not just anyone, but the cafe owner, and everyone's favorite barista: the gorgeous, raven-haired riko amanai. you all really try to be subtle, everyone craning their necks in unnatural directions, trying to decipher what embarrassingly awful one-liner suguru was going to say to riko instead of just asking her out.

"can you guys not embarrass me for just one day at this place? just one. it's all i'm asking for." suguru says sorely, popping out from the opposite direction of where you all were staring, startling everyone into mumbled apologies ("i wasn't even looking", "had to stretch my neck after benching 300", "i don't even care about you and riko").

"anyway, now tell us...what's the bad idea?" gojo prods, grinning at the excitement of restarting the gossip session. oh my god, why is he so nosy?

"i mean, okay, it's complicated so don't judge me and i really don't know how it happened but-" you start, before shoko cuts you off.

"y/n fucked our hot neighbor, toji. remember him? the one i was telling you about that probably is a gigolo-"

"shoko, he is NOT a gigolo! stop saying that about him!" you say irately. "he probably has...some respectable job that...is classified or...something", you defend, trying your hardest to defend toji in front of your friends. why were you so keen on defending this guy after one random hookup?

"the one who's son you BABYSIT for?!" suguru yells incredulously a bit too loudly, that results in your shooting daggers at him. "y/n, you have to know this is some fucked up power dynamic thing, right? he's paying you to babysit his son. there's no way what you're doing will end well." suguru chastises, scrunching his eyebrows in genuine concern.

"so about that..." you start, realizing just now how idiotic you're about to sound admitting that he has not paid you for the past week and decide to pivot. "it's just babysitting, suguru, okay? chill, it's not that serious."

"also, he hasn't paid her at all last week." shoko states nonchalantly. you give her a crestfallen look, wishing she had said quite literally anything but that.

satoru, who had been suspiciously silent up until now, roars in laughter hearing this, while suguru groans. "wait hold on. you're telling me people pay him to be a gigolo but you're giving him that pussy for free?" satoru says in between breaths, clearly finding your predicament more than amusing.

"i'm going to kill you guys." you say, rubbing your temples, already trying to remedy the headache at bay.

"poor y/n," shoko teases, "she's not ready to be a step-mom." she chuckles as you narrow your eyes at her. "kidding!" she smiles, with her hands up, feigning any remorse. everyone, including youself, start laughing lightly at the situation you're in, and you notice shoko's eyes widen with excitement and warmth as she sees utahime walk into cafe amanai. "utahime!" she waves, catching utahime's attention. utahime darts over to your table and plops next to shoko, and do something that shocks satoru and suguru to their core. aww, look, they're kissing! oh wait no, they're fully making out. oh, they should get a room.

"excuse me?!" gojo, who is so baffled by the sight in front of him that his sungalsses are completely off, says.

shoko and utahime break out of their short kiss, and utahime narrows her eyes at satoru as if he was a pest (you have to admit, he sometimes is), seemingly annoyed by his intrusion. "oh umm, this is utahime, as you guys know. um, she and i are dating. that's all." shoko taciturnly says. "anyway, we have to go, now." she turns to you. "i'll see you at home and you better tell us everything." you laugh and nod, standing up to give utahime a quick hug before they left.

you turn around to two stunned faces, as you explain to them that shoko and utahime had been dating for over a month now, and that they did not tell either of them because, well, they were both a bit obnoxious, especially together.

"just because you're right doesn't mean i'm any less shocked!" suguru says, eyes still wide and processing the fact that one of his best friends was dating someone and he had no clue. "okay, i actually don't even have time to process this right now. i have to make copies for the class i'm TA-ing for." suguru says, as he quickly throws his untouched cup of coffee into the trash and speeds out. "see ya." he waves before he speeds out of the cafe.

you sigh tiredly, knowing that whenever you're alone with satoru, things get...a bit weird. you guys are friends, of course, but you would be lying if you said you didn't feel the tension in the air abruptly change slightly when it was just you two. there were plenty of times when you went over to satoru's and played video games or drank beers like the old school friends you were, but it would always end veeery touchy feely (like the time you fell asleep with your head on his lap or that one time he said it would be a good idea to cuddle "for warmth" because the heat was broken).

but this was just because you guys were like, super super good friends, though...right? in any case, you knew for a fact you and satoru were not into each other because you both fooled around with other people, so case closed.

"so...how was it?" satoru asks, with a stupid grin on his face. you can sense he's about egg you on about something you did not want to talk about, but you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"how was what?" you say, shifting in your seat slightly and playing with your fingers. you take a sip of your lukewarm matcha as you turn to look at satoru.

"how was the sex with toji?" satoru clarifies. you almost choke on your matcha, but quickly regain your composure.

"wouldn't you like to know, lover boy." you say, slightly annoyed and yet bemused why satoru would even ask that question. ugh, why does he even care? can't he let this go? he was the one making fun of you the most about this anyway!

"woah, okay sorry for trying to make sure you at least had fun before you made a bad decision with some broke dude who doesn't have a real job." satoru says, raising his hands defeat and putting his sunglasses back, obscuring his bright blue eyes that always made you wish you could stare at them forever. wait, what?

"he allegedly doesn't have a job, okay. and also, being a gigolo, allegedly, is still a job." you say, once again baffling yourself as to why you're feeling so defensive of toji, especially more so in front of satoru. why is he being so weird about this? you've told him about guys you've slept with before and he barely even cared.

"what are we? in court?" he snorts, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

"why do you care?" you accuse, finishing up the last sips of your matcha before setting the cup down and anxiously playing with your fingers.

"i don't care...i just..." satoru trails off, as if thinking about what he wants to say next carefully. "i just wanna make sure he's treating you well, that's all."

"well, if you must know, we didn't have sex." you respond, your heart beating a bit faster as you're borderline talking about raunchy activities in public.

"whadcha guys do?," satoru asks shamelessly.

at this point, you're so over satoru's bullshit. "he ate me out okay! what other personal stuff do you want to know about me? how would you feel if i asked you how many times a day you jerk off, huh? not so amusing now is it?!"

"did you cum?" he asks. his smile is beaming and he's holding back a chuckle, as he enjoys seeing you getting all riled up because of him. he knows he's pushing your buttons, but he just can't stop. it's too fun. and you look too cute when you're angry at him.

"you're so fucking unbelievable!" you spit, as you abruptly get up and grab you empty cup of matcha and your bag, heading towards the exit. entering the bustling city, you see satoru catching up to you in your peripheral and walk even faster to the crosswalk, but not fast enough. satoru catches up from behind easily and places his hands on your shoulder, as you whip around and give him a death glare.

"what do you want?!" you ask irately.

"umm...i'm your ride to class, remember?" satoru says sheepishly, flashing you a grin.

could this get any worse? you roll your eyes. he is correct, and technically you could take the bus but it'll make you too late for your class, and walking is just out of the question. you sigh in annoyance. "where's your car?"

the walk to satoru's porche is short, but within that time, you both manage to make up as you always do. such is the waves your guys' relationship rides: daunting when it happens, but calm once the storm passes over. by the time you're at satoru's car, you both are laughing hysterically.

"fuck off! no way suguru said that to riko!" you exclaim, responding to satoru telling you that suguru responded to riko's "good morning" with the biography of his barber who cuts his bangs.

"his ass folds so easily when it comes to his bangs," satoru says as he turns on the ignition and starts driving. satoru thinks about the first time he met suguru and how they got into a minor argument because his bangs were the first thing satoru noticed. satoru's mind wanders, and he thinks about the first thing he noticed about you: your smile and laughter. the way you tuck your hair behind your ears whenever you get anxious, the way you play with the ends of your hair when you're flirting and you think you're being subtle, the way your nose scrunches when you're concentrating deeply, and especially the way you, without fail, always fall asleep leaning against him during movie nights.

"hey, y/n," satoru starts softly, "you busy tonight? thinkin' we study for our final next week and maybe watch a movie. have you watched saltburn yet?"

"ohmygod i haven't but i really want to!" you say excitedly, thinking about how shoko has been begging you to watch that movie since it came out. wait, parent teacher night. you frown. "oh wait actually, i'm not free tonight, but let's do tomorrow?" you offer sweetly, praying satoru for once is not nosy enough to ask what you're doing instead tonight.

"whatcha doing instead tonight?" he asks without skipping a beat.

"...i'm babysitting tonight." it's not use lying at this point, but you know it's embarrassing to say you're getting dinner with his son and going to a parent teacher conference.

"oh right, the thing you do for free now", satoru says, rolling his eyes. he could egg you on and press your buttons again. he hasn't decided if he will again just yet.

you decide to change the subject, not wanting to start yet another argument with him. "anyway, you wanna head to the barcade tomorrow before the theater to get drinks and hang? i think shoko and utahime are coming and they said something about inviting suguru, too" you ask, knowing full well what his answer will be.

"how could you fucking ask me that? how could you ask me if i want to go to the only barcade in this city after what fucking happened to me the last time i went there?!" he accuses you. you sense the irateness of his voice, knowing full well this is how he gets whenever you bring up the local barcade with him.

basically, earlier this summer, the four of you went to the flashing new barcade that opened downtown, thinking you would all have a couple drinks and play some arcade games. according to satoru -- you and shoko were, at the time, dry heaving in the bathroom from one too many AMFs (satoru's idea) -- some guy came in with his kid (you still didn't really believe this part because how was a kid allowed in a bar?) and not only "bullied satoru" (satoru's words), but also made off with his drink and tickets. you still aren't really sure what the big deal is, but you find it funny, nontheless, seeing satoru still get sour about that barcade.

"geez, sorry, i didn't know you were still upset about it." you say, raising your hands and eyebrows in defeat.

"i literally talk about it once a day in the group chat. i was finally gonna get you that jigglypuff plushie you always wanted with those tickets!" satoru confesses, and you almost feel a bit bad for him. almost.

"well, you can try again tomorrow night then", you wink, before satoru pulls up in front of the building where your class is. you hear satoru humph in defeat, and you know you'll see him tomorrow night at the barcade. you thank satoru for the ride, but right before you close the door, he calls out your name.

"hey y/n also, sorry 'bout earlier at the cafe.", he says (he doesn't sound sorry at all, you think. this is definitely a ruse to say something stupid), "but i needed to tell you something before you left. the answer is two but if i'm bored, probably three."

you stare at him blankly. what was he on about? "what?" you say, perplexed.

"it's how many times i jerk off in a day. just thought i should let you know since you asked," he says, with a cheeky smile on his face. cue something stupid! bingo!

"bye satoru." you say immediately, closing the door of his porch and crossing the street. god, satoru was one of the most annoying people you knew. why does your face feel so hot?

you try really hard not to think about what satoru just said, knowing he was just being his usual cheeky self. satoru touches himself twice a day? when does he do it? in the morning? who does he think of? does he think of you? what the fuck, y/n -- think about something else? remember you came all over toji's face?

woah, okay. that was a lot, even for you. you have no idea where that thought came from, and you're pretending like it never happened. you're pretending like your panties aren't getting damp thinking about satoru's flushed face and his large fingers reaching down and grasping his hard, veiny -

your thoughts are interrupted by a text on your phone:

toji: see ya soon, pumpkin. wear somethin' nice for me, yeah? ;)

[swarvey]

paper rings | harvey x f!reader

summary -> You interrogate Harvey at dinner; Harvey plays a little too dumb.

a/n: or, harvey tries not to have a panic attack in front of you at the stardrop </3 someone get him a paper bag to breathe into pls

+ i think i'll mainly update this fic throughout the week so i can have a break on weekends ! enjoy <33

ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5

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chapter four: right where you left me -> "help, i'm still at the restaurant."

The Stardrop was pretty much empty when Harvey walked in, picking a table in the corner with two chairs. He wasn’t expecting to see you for another half hour, but being timely never hurt, did it? Besides, he wanted some time to think about the words his friends had left him with after leaving his apartment.

“Remember to stay calm,” Elliott had told him. “Be your natural self, doctor, and I assure you she will be falling for you before you even notice.”

“I would make sure she’s single first,” Shane had countered. “No point in doing all this crap if she’s not lookin’.” 

Surprisingly, they both had good points. Harvey was glad he had them to rely on — he had no idea what he would do if he solely had to rely on his own thoughts. Honestly, he doubted he would be getting dinner with you if he had.

“Waiting for someone?” Gus asked, walking over to his table to set down the two glasses of water he’d requested. 

“Yes, the new farmer,” Harvey replied, scooting one of the glasses in front of your chair. “She’ll be here shortly.”

“Ah, right! I used to babysit her from time to time, you know, when her grandfather was too busy. I’m glad to hear the two of you are still good friends.”

Harvey wanted to cringe at the bartender’s last phrase, but covered it with a slightly pained smile.

“We both thought this would be a good place to sit down and talk for a little,” he explained, checking the time again. “It’s been quite a while since we’ve had time for each other.”

“Well, I suppose that’s how it gets as we get older,” Gus sighed. “Anyway, don’t mind me, I’ll stay in the back and take inventory so the two of you can have some privacy. How about I get a pizza goin’ in the kitchen for the two of you? On me.”

“Gus, please, you don’t have to—”

“Please, the kid used to call me her second Gramps. It feels wrong not feeding the two of you,” he expressed, waving his hand in the air as he headed back toward the bar. “Just give me a little time, I’ll get it right out for you!”

Harvey huffed a laugh at the older man’s antics, realizing how long he’d been in Pelican Town. He vaguely remembered seeing Gus as a child, though he was hiding behind his parent’s legs most of the time they spoke to him. 

After waiting a few minutes, the door to the saloon creaked open as you walked in, smiling as your eyes met his. He shyly waved, swallowing his fear and quickly taking a sip of water.

“Here I thought I was early,” you joked, sitting across from him. “When did you get here?”

“Not too long ago,” he lied. “I didn’t have much else going on today, so I finished up a couple of things back at home and got here whenever I could.”

“Right.” He blinked at the tone of your voice. Did you not believe him? “Thanks again for helping me out this morning, by the way. I’m pretty much all done setting up the house for the spring.”

“Don’t mention it, I’m here for anything you need.” 

Silence.

Harvey was puzzled. He’d only seen you a few hours prior, yet your demeanor felt completely different. Immediately, he started playing back every interaction you two had, scouring for the moment he made a mistake. He was sure he had avoided any sort of awkward scenario, though. 

“Alright,” you sighed, hands falling onto your lap, “I have to confess. I stopped by your place earlier.”

“Oh, you did?” Harvey questioned, surprised. “I must not have heard.”

“No, it’s not your fault, I never ended up knocking.” You chewed your lip for a moment before saying, “I, um, heard you talking with your friends, I think.”

His heart stopped.

Harvey swore he blacked out for a split second at the thought of you hearing everything he’d said to Shane and Elliott, a cold shiver running down his spine. It’s over, he thought. My efforts have ended before I even gave myself a chance to start.

“Y-You did?” he said, blinking rapidly as he tried to come up with the right words. “Are you . . . upset?”

You laughed shortly, shaking your head. “No, Harvey, why would I be? It’s not my place to feel that way.”

“Oh. I see.” Confusion replaced his panic at your rather calm stature, watching as you ran a finger down the condensation of your glass. 

“I mean, I can’t really blame you for not telling me, can I?” you reasoned. “We’ve barely talked over the past couple of years, so we never got the chance to talk about girls or guys or anything like that. So,” you prop up your arms with your elbows and rest your chin on your hands, “tell me about her. I want to know what this girl is like to have you so lovestruck.”

For a second, he thought you were playing a joke on him — some sick, twisted joke to get him to say all the things about you he’d grown to love. When your expression didn’t change, though, he realized you must not have heard the girl he’d been talking about was you.

“Well,” he started, trying to recover himself, “she’s awfully smart, and always finding new ways to surprise me. She’s kind, and remembers every little detail about me. Sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself.” He continued to list his favorite traits about you he’d gathered throughout the years. They slipped off his tongue easily; he thought about them often, after all.

You hummed, nodding. Harvey had to use all his willpower not to laugh and reveal you were assessing if you would be a good partner to him.

“What does she do for a living?” you asked, and he scrambled to think of a quick answer.

“She’s a nurse,” he decided on, thinking it would make the most sense. “We’ve been friends for quite a bit.”

“A nurse, huh?” You sat up, smiling at him. “You know what? I approve.” 

“Really?” He couldn’t believe it. Truly, he couldn’t. He had just gained your endorsement to date yourself. He laughed, pushing up his glasses. “I’m glad. I guess we never got the chance to talk about these kinds of things, did we?”

“I guess not.”

“Here we are, folks!” Gus made his way to their table with a steaming pizza in his hands, triumphantly placing it in front of the two. He looked at you and grinned, ruffling your hair. “How ya been, kiddo? It’s been too long.”

“It’s nice to see you, too, Gus,” you responded warmly. “Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me from now on.”

“That’s great to hear. I’ll leave you two to it, then.” He walked away, sneaking a wink to Harvey that he pretended not to see.

“Anyways,” you continued, picking up a slice and blowing on it, “you probably would have hated hearing about my boy situations in college.”

Harvey quickly swallowed the piece of pizza in his mouth before hesitantly replying, “So you did meet someone in the city. How about now?”

You shrugged. “Well, nothing now, but there were a couple guys I dated in college that didn’t last super long. There was also one at Joja who wasn’t half bad, but things just didn’t end up working out.”

“Uh-huh.” He didn’t realize until then how ugly of a feeling jealousy was. To ignore the feeling, he opted to focus on the fact that you were, in fact, single. Now, he just had to figure out how to clear up the misunderstanding he’d created. He wanted to slap himself at the mess he’d made, but nothing had gone as planned. 

You cleared your throat, snapping him back to the conversation. “I’m glad to hear you have someone in sight, Harvs. You know, I always thought you would be too shy to express your feelings like that,” you confessed. “She must really be something special to grab your attention.”

“She is.” Harvey tried to read your expression as you ate, noticing your scrunched brow and pursed lips. Were you jealous, too? “Though I’m not sure she feels the same way as me.”

You huffed, finishing the last slice and wiping your hands on your napkin. “Then she’s an idiot,” you declared. “Honestly, Harvey, you may be a dork sometimes, but you’ve got your charm.”

“You think so?” His heart skipped a beat.

You paused, and he stifled a smile as he watched you become flustered. “It’s good she’s a nurse,” you said, looking away. “You two can nerd out about that stuff together. Maybe you can get her into planes, too.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, overjoyed that you remembered his secret hobby. “That would be perfect.” 

After a moment, he realized you were silent, looking to be deep in thought as you stared at the table. 

“How about a drink?” he suggested, standing up to grab Gus.

“Actually, I think I’m alright,” you replied quickly, avoiding his eyes as you started to gather your things. “It’s been a long day, I think I might go turn in.”

“Of course! I can walk you back—”

“It’s fine.” 

He stared at you, unable to conceal his look of confusion and hurt as you put on your jacket. After noticing his stare, you smiled reassuringly at him, reaching over to lightly grab his arm.

“I said it’s fine, Harvey, I’m just really tired, okay? Stop overthinking things,” you said, heading to the door. “Don’t miss me too much, alright? Remember, I’m right next door now.”

“Right,” he replied, waving slightly. “I’ll see you soon?”

“See you!” You left with one last smile, the sound of the door shutting seeming to ring in Harvey’s ears. As if your leaving was their cue, the townspeople began to file in, calling out for Gus and their usual orders. 

Harvey sat back down in his chair with a thud. Now alone in his corner, he slouched and took off his glasses to rub his eyes. How, how could everything have gone so wrong? Not only did he dig himself into a deeper hole, but you were now under the impression that he had feelings for another woman. 

He only slipped his glasses back on when he heard someone join him at his table, half expecting to see Elliott or Shane across from him. When his eyes focused, Harvey saw it was Gus sitting beside him, giving him a knowing look.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?”

-

You wanted to scream as soon as you left the Stardrop, but were somehow able to resist your urges. 

Not only did you feel awful about leaving Harvey at the saloon, but talking to him had only appeared to make your thoughts more jumbled. It all felt so sudden —in your mind, it was only yesterday he was the young boy you’d first met, sporting a face full of freckles and a pair of oversized glasses. Now, he was a grown man, talking about a woman who he seemed ready to marry. 

Letting out a long sigh, you decided to take a longer route home, heading up to the old park you used to play in. You sat on one of the swings, listening to it creak as you became lost in your own thoughts. Why do I care about who Harvey’s in love with? Did he notice how I got jealous? Why am I getting jealous in the first place?

You were so lost in your maze of questions you didn’t realize someone had taken the swing beside you, jumping as they waved a hand in front of your face.

“Hey,” she said shortly, leaning forward to look at your face, “you’re the new farmer, aren’t you?” The girl’s blonde hair flowed across her shoulders perfectly, her brow perked as she looked at you with piercing blue eyes. Her lipstick glistened in the evening light.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you answered, not knowing what to make of the younger girl.

“Cool.” She noticeably looked you up and down, squinting as she evaluated your clothing. “Huh. You don’t dress half bad. Congrats, I don’t think I need to toss your entire wardrobe.”

“Um, thanks?” 

“I’m Haley, by the way.” She looked away, beginning to swing carelessly. “You looked like you were thinking really hard about something just now.”

You sighed, gripping the swing tightly. “Yeah, it’s complicated.”

“Is it about a boy you like?”

You looked at Haley in surprise, though she simply got off the swing and began to walk away. She turned her head to meet your eyes for a moment, narrowing them.

“Just because I’m younger doesn’t mean I’m clueless, y’know,” she said sharply. Waving a hand back lazily, she continued her walk back toward town, a confident sway in her hips. “See you around.”

With that, you were left with the cool, spring breeze and the sound of the river running, wondering if the younger girl had better intuition than you did.

[ficmashup]

A Trip to Scotland

Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: Sort of sequel to Taken, but this is the trip to Scotland (obviously, given the title) but I'm gonna let it stand along as it's own thing. Nearly panicked this week because my laptop charger died on me and had to immediately order another, but so relieved to have my writing back again. So this is a bit of a celebration. Don't think I'm quite done with G and Price yet, but I might write for someone else soon. Still thinking on it. ;)

Warnings: Hm, language? Fluff. Not many warnings this go round. Not beta'd.

Word Count: 4.5K

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“So what exactly should I be preparing myself for?” I ask as I tuck away a few folded clothes into my duffel with a glance to John sitting on the chest at the end of the bed. We’re back home and I’m packing a few last-minute things before heading out for my flight. It took the entire few days to convince Soap that I didn’t need him at my side 24/7 to ferry me home, then to Scotland. So he’s already there eagerly awaiting the time to pick me up from the airport. At least according to the dozen text messages he’s already sent me today.

John smiles and shakes his head. “Soap’s family is alright. A bit much all at once, but they’re good people and I’ve little doubt you’ll get along.” There’s laughter in his voice that makes me raise a brow at him, but I let it slide. I’m sure I’ll find out what he means soon enough. I zip up my bag and he’s instantly on his feet to take it before I even touch the handles. My eyes roll even as I smile and begrudgingly take my crutch to shuffle into the kitchen.

“Three older sisters, right?” I ask as I settle on a stool and John sets my bag by the door.

He nods and moves towards me. “Three older sisters. He’s the baby, which explains a lot.” I smirk as he stops next to me and I reach out, pulling him closer by the hem of his shirt. His smile sweetens and his hand lifts, pushing my hair back as his thumb brushes over my cheek. “I’ll miss this.” He says softly, almost unintentionally, and I smile as I lean into his touch.

“Mm. The feeling is mutual.” This thing between us is still so new and shiny, I’d be happy sitting and staring at him do literally anything. Which is another reason why this little separation is a good idea. If I get any sappier, then I’m going to make myself sick. “I’ll text you updates and call you when I can?” I say the last part a bit hesitantly, not sure if it’s too much too soon.

“Sounds good. Good luck finding a moment alone in that house though.” He says with a smirk and once again I’m struck by the notion that he’s not telling me all that he could. My mouth opens to ask when there’s a knock at the door. My brows furrow and I become even more suspicious when John’s smile widens. “I’ll get it.” He presses a kiss to my lips and lingers a bit as my fingers curl into his shirt. He hums softly against my mouth and the pressure of the kiss increases before he pulls away, his hand kneading my skin lightly before he reluctantly walks to the door. I watch with a smirk before the door opens and surprise makes my expression go blank.

Simon shakes Price’s hand before looking at me with smug humor in his eyes. “Ready for our flight, G?”

I raise a brow as my eyes go wide. “Our flight? You’re shitting me.” I look between both men who simply smirk. My accusing gaze settles heavy on John. “Who was it that decided that I needed babysitting on a fucking hour long flight?” There’s no heat in my tone, but it gives me some pleasure to see Price shift his weight onto his back foot.

“Majority vote, G. Aren’t you glad for my company?” Simon teases flatly and it’s at least a treat to see his eyes sparkling so brightly. Even if it is at my expense.

“Mm. It’s nice having a pack mule, I suppose.” I tease him right back as he grabs my bag and easily heaves it over his shoulder with a roll of his eyes. My gaze goes back to John. “Suppose you can walk us out then, Captain.” I emphasize his title, letting him know that with Simon here, that’s the only goodbye that he’s going to get. He chuckles and ducks out next to Simon while I lock the door behind me.

“Go on, we’ll go slow and meet you outside.” Price pats Simon on the shoulder and he doesn’t pause, happy to keep moving on a mission as he slips down the stairs. My head shakes even as I smile and tuck my keys away as we move slowly down the hall.

“You realize that out of everyone, he probably already knows.” I say quietly and wrap my arm around his, letting him support me more than the crutch as we take our time walking down the hall.

John smiles and half-shrugs a shoulder. “Probably, yes. But he’s the least likely to say something as long as he knows we want things quiet.” He reaches forward and presses the button for the lift, his smile widening when he hears my impatient sigh at having to wait for the tiny box. If I could walk, I’d be headed for the stairs after Simon.

“You’re still happy with that?” I glance up at him as there’s a little ding and we step onto the lift.

He meets my gaze. “I am. But I’m glad to talk it through if you’ve changed your mind.”

My head shakes and I take the time to let my fingers rub over the inside of his arm, taking in the feeling of his skin. “No, I like the way things are. Though we should talk about what we’ll say…eventually.” There’s little doubt in my mind that they’ll figure things out sooner rather than later. Although we might last a little longer if Simon decides to work with us and throw the others off the scent.

“Something to think about while we’re apart.” He sounds a touch disgruntled this time and even though I feel the same, I do get a little thrill at knowing he’ll miss me.

“So…are you going to kiss me before the lift stops?” I relish the surprise that widens his eyes, then the cute crinkling of his eyes as he turns towards me. He reaches out and presses the buttons for the last few floors so we’ll make a stop at each one.

He turns towards me and I can’t help smiling as he tilts my chin up. “Do you want me to?”

“What do you think?” I keep my voice low and cloying, unable to help teasing him as he stoops a bit so his lips are an inch from mine. We take small, slow steps back until I can feel the wall behind me and my hand claims the handrail to keep me steady on one foot.

“Like hearing you tell me yes.” He murmurs and I breathe in that distinct scent of cigars as he practically speaks onto my lips.

“Pretty sure you hear me chirp ‘yes sir’ almost every day at work.” I whisper back, smirking as my other hand rests on his side to pull him closer, feeling his heat searing my hand through his shirt.

His head shakes, his nose almost brushing mine with each movement. “Not the same. Like hearing you ask me for things. Like giving you what you want.” Warmth fills my chest at the simple, sweet sentiment. I know the words will loop in my head later when I’m alone in bed, wandering if he’s the same way in other areas.

“And I like making you wait.” I tease again and my toes curl at the deep, rumbling laugh that makes his chest vibrate.

“You’re about to make both of us wait for two weeks. Can’t take it easy on me this once?” He raises a brow and I grin, pulling him in and pressing my lips to his. As always, his mouth is soft and warm on mine and fills me with slow heat with every touch. It’s easy and slow and I like that he takes his time making me melt into his hands. My head tilts to give him permission to deepen the kiss and he pauses for a moment, making sure I mean it, then pushes in again.

His hands frame my face and my stomach flips when I feel his calluses sliding against my skin. My lips part as I feel nothing but the wall behind me and the intense heat of him in front of me. His tongue tentatively glides over my bottom lip and I melt even further against him, pulling on his shirt as a silent plea for more. I’m only vaguely aware of the first ding of the lift as it stops and the door opens, but John treats this as a warning that our time is becoming shorter. This is new territory for us and it makes me think I may have underestimated how he might feel about being apart for two weeks. “So sweet f’me.” He mumbles into my mouth before giving me another firm kiss.

I huff softly, making a fist in his shirt as the doors close and the lift moves again. “Mean to tease like this before I leave.”

He smiles and I like tasting it. “You asked for it.”

“I asked for a kiss.”

“And I gave you one.”

“That was…more than a kiss.”

“Are you disapproving?”

The doors ding before opening again and I know the next time they open, we’ll have to get off. “No. I am debating on what it might take for Simon to let us do this in the back of the car on the way to the airport.” His eyes widen for a moment, then he’s laughing and I’m soaking in the sound.

“Hm, don’t think he’d put up with that, sugar. Tempting as it is.” His thumbs brush over my cheeks before reluctantly stepping back after making sure I’m steady on my feet.

“Pity.” I sigh and straighten out his shirt with a smirk as we come to the bottom floor and walk out. Simon has already tossed my back in the back and has a hand on the passenger side door. My head shakes, but I walk over and let him open my door, pretending not to notice his hand hovering over the small of my back as I slide in the seat. He and Price shake hands and pat each other’s shoulders before he continues to walk around to the driver’s side. My eyes soften as I look out at Price and give him a playful salute to see him smile before we pull out.

*     *     *

It becomes clear to me almost immediately that Simon isn’t a fan of public flights. It’s not a surprise given the cramped space filled with people, my head is on a swivel too, but we quickly fall into an easy pattern of covering for the other. If one of us needs to talk to someone, then the other moves behind and watches their back. It affords the both of us a little extra comfort and it’s easy letting him carry our bags. I think he likes having the added weight to steady him and it does make it easier for me to walk.

As we settle into our seats and my hand slides over his arm to try and leech out some of the stiffness, I’m not sure whether he was actually sent to help me or for me to help him. I reach into my carry on and immediately perk up when I find a little bag of hard candies inside. John or Kyle slipped them in there no doubt. I take one for myself, then offer the bag to Simon. He laxes a bit and smirks, accepting the offering and popping it into his mouth.

“You’ve been here before, yeah?” I ask softly, incredibly thankful that there’s no one else in our row.

He nods and moves the candy into his cheek. “Scotland or the MacTavish’s?”

My eyes roll. “Pretty sure you’d have to have been to Scotland in order to have been to the MacTavish’s.”

“Mm. There a question in there?” He shifts in his seat, frowning at the lack of space for his broad body.

“What do you think of them?” I fish for a little information, maybe what John didn’t want to tell me, and also just to keep his discomfort level low.

The frown on his face fades as the corner of his mouth twitches and amusement glimmers in his eyes. “They’re good people. A lot like Soap in all the best ways. A bit noisy when you first meet all of them, especially if they bring their families and little ones, but eventually it becomes a pleasant buzz in the background.”

My brows furrow. “How many people are going to be there?”

His smile widens a touch. “The entire family gets together on the weekends, so you’ll meet everyone.” I breathe out, long and slow, promising myself that John will be getting an earful about leaving out that particular detail. Especially since it’s Saturday, so I’m really being shoved into the lion’s den.

*     *     *

Simon knocks on the front door before deftly moving behind me as it swings open to reveal a grinning Soap. “G! Glad you finally—”

“Is that the famous G we’ve heard so much about?” A voice cuts him off and she sounds like an older woman, probably his mother. My eyebrows raise at hearing that I’m apparently famous. I’m not sure whether to be worried or flattered.

“Get her in here! I’ve been dying to meet her!”

“JJ, you’re blocking the entire doorframe with your fat head. Move over!”

I’m assaulted by a chorus of women’s voices before someone slides over and bumps Soap with her hip while holding a baby on the other side. She’s probably in her upper thirties. “Well, let her in! Thought the military was supposed to teach you manners?” Her smile is wide and pretty, like Soap’s, and her dark curly hair is wild even though it’s cut at her jaw. Just out of reach from the baby in her arms. “Come on in, G, we’ve heard so much about you. Glad you made it too, Simon.” She practically shoves Soap out of the way to make room for Simon and I to step in. He keeps to my back and I’m not sure if it’s to make sure that I don’t fall over or to make sure I don’t turn right back around.

“Thanks for havin’ me.” Simon says and the woman shakes her head as if he says this every time and it isn’t necessary. Decorations from the winter holidays are still up and most every other surface is covered with a toy, a child, or another family member. I release a long breath and feel Simon brace a hand high on my back as if reminding me I have back-up.

“I’m Shiloh.” The woman with wild curls introduces herself while easily holding her kid with an arm and offering her free hand to me. I shake it with what I hope is a smile. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

“Pleasure meeting you all as well.” I manage to respond as another woman pops up from sitting on the floor amongst the kids. She has wild curls too, but her hair has a red tint and she’s a touch shorter. Probably mid-thirties.

“Sorry, we know it’s a lot when you first come in, but we’re so happy you’re here!” She shakes my hand with a bit more vigor, her smile bright and wide with sparkling eyes. “You were all JJ talked about when you joined the team and we’re glad you turned out to have a brain.” She gives Simon a pointed look and I’m pretty sure he smothers a chuckle at the firm look. “I’m Shaye, by the way.”

“Let the woman sit, she shouldn’t be on her leg!” An older woman with greying russet hair and round curves waves everyone away as she walks over to me and my eyes go wide as she frames my face with her hands. She’s short and I have to lean down a bit as she draws me close. “It’s so good to have you here with us, lass. So good.” And I can tell she means the sentiment as her eyes crinkle at the sides as she appraises me. She plants a firm kiss to my cheek before reaching behind me and patting Simon’s cheek, then stepping back. “I’m John’s mother. Call me Grace. His father is out back with the rest of the riff raff, but they’ll be in a little later. Go on, pick a place to settle and we’ll kick out whoever is sitting there.”

“Good luck getting Uncle Mick out of his seat.” Soap mutters to Shaye and she grins while looking over at a man snoring softly in an armchair. I’m only half aware of walking over to what seems like the least obtrusive seat, a stool at the counter overlooking the kitchen, and Simon settles next to me. He immediately pulls my foot into his lap to make sure I keep it elevated while I give him a sharp look that only makes him smirk.

“My youngest girl is out trying to wrangle the men into actually cookin’ things on time, but the meal’ll be done soon enough. Just make yourself at home.” Grace says warmly before flitting around the kitchen once again.

“Smells good as always.” Simon says and earns a wide smile from her and an eyeroll from Soap standing beside him. The room is filled with soft conversation and it’s a relief that no one tries to pull me into any for a while. I’m allowed to sit and survey while my mind sorts through the faces, the sounds, and the comforting mess accompanying a large family. There are two toddlers on the floor and a baby passed between the few milling around the room. Apparently, there are more kids out back with their dads and another baby only a few months old, but I’m content letting them come to me rather than seeking them out.

Eventually everyone filters inside and I get to meet Soap’s youngest sister, Siobhan, whose cheeks are rosy from the chill outside. Her eyes light up the second she sees me and she rushes over, stopping just a second before crashing into me to shake my hand. She’s got to be close to Soap’s age. “You must be G! Thanks for keeping my brother in one piece out there.” She winks at me, her bubbly attitude sobering a touch. “It’s a real comfort for all of us knowing he’s got another person watching his back.” Her hand squeezes my arm before she’s called away and I stare after her, feeling warm and surprised.

I feel Ghost’s eyes on me and glance at him to see his eyes crinkled slightly with a soft smile. He nods once. It was like this for him too, then. “I’m gonna give you all such shit for not warning me about all this sooner.” I mutter under my breath, obviously not meaning a word, and he chuckles softly.

“Looking forward to it.” He returns with a twinkle in his eye.

Soap walks over with a fussing baby swaddled up in his arms, this must be the one that had been outside, and slaps Simon’s shoulder. “Dad wants you for a minute.” Simon nods and gently gets up to his feet as Soap takes his place on the stool holding my ankle. I huff.

“Pretty sure there are plenty of children here for you to babysit. I’m fine here.” They glance at one another before shrugging and doing exactly the same thing that they were doing. My head shakes, but I don’t bother objecting more.

“John, can you grab that for me?” His mother asks from the kitchen and he hesitates, looking at me.

I wave him on with a little roll of my eyes. “Promise I won’t move from this spot.” I swear and he smirks before hopping up and setting my foot slowly on the stool so I’m not jostled. He pauses another second and my stomach swirls at seeing the mischief building in his eyes as he steps close and ever so gently lowers the baby into my stiff arms. My head instantly starts shaking as she squawks and her face pinches at the exchange. “Johnny, don’t you dare—”

“Only for a minute, G. Just don’t stand up because you have poor balance right now. Wouldn’t want to risk the bearn.” He grins at me and slides into the kitchen while I stare down at the tiny human now in my arms. I…I’m actually not sure if I’ve ever held a baby in my life. I shift her a bit and pull her close with my arms firm but not too tight around her. She coos and I instinctively start swaying a little in my seat.

“I know, I’m sorry your mean Uncle Soap gave you to some strange lady. A very not cool uncle thing of him to do.” I whisper softly, feeling her weight and warmth sink into my chest. Her blinks get a little slower and I can’t help smiling down at her. Maybe this isn’t too bad. “Must be pretty nice getting held and rocked all the time. Take advantage of it while you can.” I relax a little more and lean back in my seat while continuing to bounce her a little until her eyes are shut and her little mouth is left open. I wonder briefly if this is how Johnny looked as a baby and my smile widens at the thought.

Soap comes back over, but doesn’t reach for her so I don’t make a move to give her back. “Seems you’ve got the special touch. She usually fights sleep a bit harder.”

“Mm. Bet you weren’t this cute when you were a baby.” I tease and he grins, shaking his head.

“Agreed. Especially with the tiny mohawk. Probably stuck up all over the place.” I laugh softly, careful not to move or make too much noise.

Shiloh comes over and Soap makes space for her as she sighs with relief. “Thank god you got her down. We were a few minutes off from full screamin’.” Still, she smiles softly as she looks down at the little bundle.

“Why don’t you head up early tonight? The bearns’ll be looked after.” Soap encourages softly and the warmth in my chest only spreads when I recognize the same tone he used with me to get me to go to bed after a hard mission.

She smiles and sways into him. “You and my husband, I swear. But I know you’re just trying to get me away from G before I tell her what an idiot you were when you were younger.” Her hand musses his hair and he ducks away with a small groan.

“More of an idiot than now?” I ask with a brow lifting and Soap gives me a disapproving look that I grin at.

Shiloh nods. “Oh yeah. We once convinced him that we could all fly but him and he jumped off the roof to try and prove that he could too. Broke his arm.” She giggles while my eyes go wide and I choke while trying swallow my laughter. Soap sighs and tosses his arms in the air, subtly showing her his middle finger out of sight from his mother as he walks away.

The evening goes on and eventually I’m relieved of my babysitting duties only to find Simon across the room with a plastic screwdriver in his hand being instructed by one of the young boys. He’s utterly patient and seems to be taking his task quite seriously. I might snap a picture or two to show John later and for Simon to keep. I think he’d like having them.

Dinner is as raucous as I expected it to be, but I’m a bit more used to it now. The noise is joyous and the room is filled with loud voices and laughter. This isn’t something I’ve ever had and it helps to have Simon beside me as a steady, familiar anchor. But it’s nice. I like the way they argue with grins on their faces, how they laugh without restraint, how warm and welcoming everyone is.

Afterward, I manage to slip outside and I’m greeted by the cool night air. I hadn’t realized how hot the house had gotten with all the people inside. I pull out my phone as I sit on the front porch and call John, smiling when it only rings once before he picks up. “Hey, sugar. How’s it going?” Just the sound of his voice makes me feel a little fuzzy inside.

“It’s good. They’re a lot like I thought they’d be, but…more.”

He chuckles and I imagine him stretching out on his couch, leaned back against the cushions with his hands resting on his spread thighs. “That describes the MacTavish’s pretty well, I think. Never could do anything half-heartedly.”

“Mm. I haven’t been around a family like this in a long time. Since before I joined the military. It’s a little jarring being around so many kids all at once.” I lean against the step behind me, resting an elbow on the cold wood while staring up at the starry sky. It is beautiful out here.

“Simon said the same thing the first time he went.” He hums with amusement. “A bit less nicely though. Think it went something like ‘so many fuckin’ kids.’” We both chuckle while I nod. Yeah, that sounds about right.

“I like seeing him with them. He could use more playtime in his life.” I grin at the thought of buying him a little plastic toolkit to carry around with him. “I might’ve snuck a few pictures without him seeing.”

“Oh yeah? Don’t think you’re the only one.” There’s a little ding from my phone and I put him on speaker as I look at my messages. There’s a picture waiting there of me holding the baby, a soft smile on my face as I stare down at her. Soap is in the kitchen, so Simon must’ve taken it. Cheeky bastard. “Look pretty comfy in that picture, sugar.”

I smile and shrug as if he can see me. “Not sure if I’ve ever held a baby before. Don’t think I have and Soap was only using her as a reason to keep me sitting. But I liked holding her. I think I like it here, actually. Only thing missing is you.” My cheeks get a little hot when I realize what I said, but I only hear John’s soft hum of approval.

“Wish I was there too, sugar. But I like hearing that you’re enjoying yourself and getting some rest. It’s well-deserved.”

“You deserve rest too. Better not neglect yourself while I’m away.”

He laughs softly and I let the sound fill me with warmth. “Yes, ma’am. Call me again tomorrow?”

“I will. Night.”

“Night, sugar.”

We hang up and I stay outside for a few moments longer, breathing in the crisp air and appreciating the stars. It’s only when Soap comes to get me that I shuffle inside straight into a fire warmed blanket that Simon instantly swaddles me in before sitting me in an armchair close to the flickering fireplace. Yeah, I could really learn to like this place.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭; Chapter 2

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You slowly open your eyelids, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight kissing your skin. You snuggle into the sheets, not feeling motivated enought to get up yet, until you realize how unfamiliar this mattress feels compared to yours.

Wait a minute, did i even get home last night?

Your mind is filled with random flashbacks from your last mission. You don't exactly remember how you left the auction, heck you don't even recall leaving that room backstage. Everything that happened from the moment you used your ability is blurry.

"At last, you're are awake"

The familiar voice of your colleague echoes in your ears. You turn around to find him sitting in a chair right next to your bed with his legs crossed and his head resting in the palm of his hand "I can't believe you made me carry you all the way back here to the headquarters" he signs while standing up. You open your mouth to reply, but the thought of Jouno carrying you leaves you sitting there dumbfounded. Not only that, but he was waiting for you to wake up too? Thank God he can't see how stupid your face looks right now or you'd have died from embarrassment.

Or so you thought.

"Don't flutter yourself" his signature smirk makes its appearance on his face "I'm here because the commander ordered me to watch over you until you regain your senses" your gaze turns down to your lap, while he makes his way to the door "please refrain from recklessly acting on your own again, I have other matters to attend to other than babysitting" his back faces you as he slowly walks out of the room "also fill in the mission report once you rest well, little lady" he closes the door behind him, leaving you alone with only company your thoughts.

What the hell was that? What's with his attitude and that stupid pet name?

You shake your head to snap out of it. Carefully sitting up, you stretch your arm to reach the report file. The faster you get this over with, the quicker you'll move on from this mission.

You sigh trying your best to recall everything that took place in the auction. The first thing to pop in your mind is Jouno the moment you spotted him in the crowd. You unintentionally press your thighs together, thinking how hot he looked in his formal clothes, while you feel your cheeks getting warmer.

You curse yourself for getting all worked up over him, while all you did was pissing him off. You exhale deeply giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. Once you're calm, you grab your pen and start filling in your report.

A couple of weeks passed since the auction incident and you noticed a certain someone being distant from you during this time. At first, you didn't think much of it. In fact, you reasoned it with the thought that he was irritated with you for being a burden to him on your first joint mission. But days passed and even after you apologized for the nth time, Jouno keeps avoiding you in every possible way.

But today that was about to be changed.

You're currently on your way to Jouno's office. You gently knock on the door, not wanting to trigger his sharp senses more than you already have by just walking there "Come in" you hear his voice giving you permission to enter.

You step inside, slowly walking towards his desk. Jouno raises his head, pausing whatever task he was occupied with before your arrival "What brings you here today, little lady?" the way the pet name rolls on his tongue makes your heart skip a beat, but you manage to contain yourself "The commander asked me to bring you these" you reply, while handing him the files you were ordered to give him "Also, he wants us to meet him in his office, said he has another mission for us"

Jouno signs at your last sentence, making his displeasure obvious to you "Alright, I'll be there once I'm done with this report. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do" he coldy replies, taking away the warm feeling his words brought you just a moment ago. You turn on your heel to exit the room, but your frustration gets the best of you, making you rush back to him again.

You slam your hands on his desk "What the hell is your problem?" your voice is loud, but you couldn't care less. Jouno doesn't even flinch. He could tell you got mad the moment you tried to leave by the way your pulse got faster. He rests his head against his hand in a cocky manner "My problem?" he asks with his usual smirk on his lips "Don't play fool Jouno. You think i haven't noticed how you keep avoiding me ever since our last mission?" your face hardens "I already apologized so many times, why are you doing this?"

Could you seriously not tell why?

"I don't think I owe you an explanation" he lets out a sigh before standing up from his seat across you "But why are you so desperate to get my attention?" you looked at him with annoyance, clearly ticked off with his arrogant attitude "Well forgive me for wanting to have a decent relationship with my coworkers"

Before you know it, Jouno has already walked around the desk and now standing right in front of you "Is that all?" his expression drastically changes. His grin turns into a line and the smile on his closed eyes disappears. He places his palms against his desk, caging your form between them "Or is there more to it, little lady?" you can feel your face burning as he leans closer, moving his knee among your legs, pushing his body against yours. With your mouths only mear inches away from one another and the sudden closure, you feel your needy core warming up.

Before you got the chance to process what's happening, Jouno suddenly moved back and returned to his chair, leaving you insufferably turned on. The moment he sat down, the door flew open, revealing Tecchou's frame "how many times do i have to tell you to knock before bursting inside my office?" Jouno can't hide the annoyed look on his face "Oh y/n you're here too" the brunette completely ignores his colleague's bickering and turns his attention on you. You hopelessly try to hide your flustered expression in any way you can "Uh, yeah I.. I came to give Jouno some files" you stutter with your head looking down, slowly making your way to the door "I have to go. I'll be waiting for you in commander's office" you mumble before closing the door behind you.

You walk down the hallway and after making sure you're far enough to prevent Jouno from reading your vitals, you let out a big sigh. You cover your face with your hand, trying to take in everything that went down before Tecchou walked inside the office.

He's barely talking to me and then he pulls stuff like that?

You take a deep breath before making your way to Fukuchi's office, trying your best to not think of how wet your undies are.

"It's a simple mission" Fukuchi announces to you and Jouno while handing you today's task's file "All you'll have to do is raid the enemy's base and immobilize everyone inside, until the police arrives to arrest them" he explaines.

"I have a request to make" Jouno says as he stands up in front of Fukuchi "Is there any possibility someone else can go on my stand? I have unfinished paperwork that needs to be done" Fukuchi stares at him with a shocking expression on his face, before bursting out of laughter "That's so unlike you Jouno! You never miss the chance to join missions like this!" you witness their conversation in silence, hiding your confusion at Jouno's words.

"Besides.." Fukuchi now fully calmed down, continues "You're the only one of us who can withstand y/n's ability, right y/n?" you drew a sharp breath at the hearing of your name out of the blue "Technically yes, since he can't see me, he shouldn't be affected by my ability" your eyes fall on Jouno, who's now silent.

"Alright then, it's settled!" Fukuchi sits back down to his chair "I need fast results, but I'm sure you'll do just fine" he says with a proud smile on his face. Jouno is the first to leave the room and you follow behind.

On your way to the enemy's lair, the two of you didn't exchange a single word. You kept your distance behind him, attempting to ease the tention between the two of you and keep things less awkward. Fortunately, you were quick to arrive to your destination.

"So, what's the plan?" you question the tall man in front of you, nervously awaiting for his response. He kneels down, leaning his head on the ground with his cheek and ear against it. You stay still, giving your all to remain as quiet as possible. Once he's done with his analysis, he stands up, facing you with his index finger and thumb holding his chin "I estimate that there are at least 20 people inside" you try your best not to show how shocked you are at his fast deduction, knowing full well he can easily hear how your breath was cut short "What do you think we should do?"

Oh great, now he's testing you.

You give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts, taking into consideration your last mission's mistake "I say we make sure to close all the exits and trap them all in one place. We'll ambush them together and in the end I can use my ability to control them and immobilize them until the police arrives" you don't fail to notice Jouno's grin once you finish your plan "Splendid little lady, why don't we go ahead?"

While the use of the pet name and the sudden praise make your cheeks feel hotter, you're glad that you and Jouno agreed on something for once today. You nod in agreement as both of you enter the facility as quietly as possible.

It didn't take you long to destroy every possible way out, feeling relieved at how smoothly this mission is rolling so far. Once you've lured everyone in the same spot, Jouno gives you the signal to use your ability. You take off your cape and start undoing the buttons of your shirt, filling the room with your scent. After a couple of minutes, you managed to easily knock out every single person under your influence.

"I think we're done here Jou-" you turn around looking for your partner, only to be met with an empty space. You call out his name a couple of times while walking around the now quiet building.

Where is he? Is it possible he got caught in some kind of trap?

Your eyes detect the door of a room on the other side of the hideout slightly moving. You approach it carefully, trying to determine if there's anyone inside. Once you're standing right outside the room, you're able to make out light panting coming from inside. You slowly let yourself in and the sight in front of you make your eyes shoot wide open.

With his red hair tips covering his face and his hand grabbing on the middle part of his pants, there lies Jouno sitting on the floor while breathing heavily. The second he notices your presence, he turns his face to the wall beside him "Get out" he breaths out "Don't you dare take another step inside"

For a moment you remain standing there, unable to form any words. You've never seen Jouno so vulnerable before, not to mention acting like a dog in heat for a reason unknown to you. At last, you walk towards him, ignoring his meaningless threats. You kneel down in front of him, moving the strands of his hair away from his frame. His whole face is warm and as red as his hair tips "How did this happen? Did someone use his ability on you?" Jouno lets out a sarcastic laugh at your ironic question "I can't believe you're so oblivious to your own ability's impact"

Your lips parted slightly from his shocking reply "That's not possible" you shake your head in denial "You can't see me and that alone makes half of the requirements for my skill to work" Jouno lets out a hiss, pressing his legs together desperately trying to ease the painful erection in his pants "Give me a break, do you seriously think i can't tell what brings me in such state?" he bites his lip throwing his head back against the wall "It could have been another ability user in the building that attacked you without you noticing, how can you tell it's because of me?"

How can he not

How can he not, when he remembers so clearly the way his body got worked up on your previous mission together, the moment he inhaled your intoxicating scent as soon as you walked out that room before falling into his arms. He felt the exact same euphoria that took over his body today.

This unexplained yearning for you.

His mind becomes hazy as he slowly feels his head getting lighter the more he remains close to you. But having you unconscious and with nothing to completely cover your body with, he has to withstand it until he gets both of you back to the headquarters. Luckily for him, your back up is already here to take care of the criminals you defeated.

Jouno takes off his blazer, putting it over your exposed form. He carefully carries you in bridal style outside the backroom and using his superhuman speed, he rushes back to the base.

Once he arrives, he takes you to the team's doctors, after informing them to beware of your ability that's still activated. He speeds to his office and the second he closes the door behind him, his knees give out.

He's quick to undo the buttons of his shirt and take off his pants, unable to stand this hot feeling any longer. Jouno is incapable of taking you off his mind. Your voice, your scent, how good your touch would feel against his bare skin. His boxers get impossibly tighter the more he thinks of you.

Jouno's hand releases his rock hard cock in one swift move, with his tip already dripping pre cum. He lets out a loud moan the moment his palm comes in contact with his shaft, too drunk off your scent to care if anyone can hear him. He starts pumping himself, panting hard in the process. His head titles back, mouth agape and siliva running down his chin. He cries out your name as if you're the one palming his dick right now.

Oh how he wishes to feel your lips wrapped around him instead.

His cock thobs at the thought of him fucking your face and filling your throat with his cum. Jouno whines at the loss of contact as he brings his hand to his face, only to spit on it and pick up from where he left off. His mewls become louder as he fantasizes your wet mouth bopping up and down his manhood, feeling his climax getting closer by every passing second. With one final stroke, he shoots his load all over him. His legs twitch uncontrollably as his orgasm washes over his whole being. Once he catches his breath, he stands up and rushes to clean his mess.

"Just.. give me one moment alone" he stutters "It's best if you're away from me anyway" he looks to the side, once again avoiding your gaze.

Despite how stunned you are to discover a whole new side effect of your ability, your cunt can't help but clench around nothing after seeing Jouno so worked up like this. Not when you know you're the one to blame.

"Unless.." a twisted grin took over Jouno's lips as he turns your way again, leaning closer to you. He places his fingers on your chin, pulling you closer to his face. You can feel his hot breath hitting your lips, before whispering the words you wanted so desperately to hear.

"How about you help me out instead, little lady?"

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Fic Updates

Hello everyone old and new because over this past week I've gained like over 200 followers, and now I'm nearly at 1800 and I want to say thank you to everyone. I know the fics have kinda slowed down, and that's mostly because last week was pretty hectic for me. I had to work for the past 4 days and today is my first real day, but I do plan on posting at least one fic tonight. I do have to work tomorrow night and my mom will be babysitting in the morning. So I might be able to get out a fic tomorrow but I'm not entirely sure yet.

The holidays are here and I do want to do something special for you guys, but I still thinking of what I could do. But I will come up with something eventually. But here's what's on the docket for this week.

Queen Ramonda x Reader

2 Shuri x Reader

3 Namor x Reader

Steal My Heart Part 7

Magic Part 10

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Can’t help falling in love (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Word count: 4,1K

Summary: After being hospitalized due to anthrax, Rossi sends Spencer and (Y/N) to Hawaii, 'cos some sea breeze might be good for his lungs. Just one detail: Spencer loves (Y/N) and (Y/N) loves Spencer, but NEITHER OF THEM IS ACTING ON THEIR FEELINGS. A one-shot from my series "Do I wanna know." (you can totally read it if you haven't read the series yet)

Warnings: Mention of boners, masturbation, cursing, frustration and that's it.

A/N: Hello!!! I hope you are having a great day!! Look at me, updating again! I'm so excited to be writing again!! Thank you for reading!!

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Spencer’s point of view

I’ve never been a bad flyer. I don’t have any kind of trouble spending most of my time on a plane. But today, I am terrified of this trip. I keep fidging on my seat as I open and close a book I can’t even read, ‘cos there’s no way I can concentrate.

Sitting by my side, (Y/N) looks over the window and smiles sweetly as soon as she notices we are about to arrive at our destination: Hawaii.

- “Look, honey!! We are almost there!”- her eyes shine as she turns to me and invites me to lean in, closer to her, to take a better look at the island.

- “Cool”- I whisper and don’t even pay attention to the view. All I can notice is her smell and the warmth that her body irradiates.

These are going to be the longest vacations of my life. And also, pretty much the first.

After I caught anthrax during a case, Rossi got us tickets to Hawaii. He and Hotch both agreed some sea breeze might be good for me, but they didn’t want me to go alone. (Y/N) was more than happy to come along. It was basically a paid vacation to babysit me in Hawaii. I hate the beach; I don’t like the sand, sun, or the drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces. But she was so excited about the idea I couldn’t say no. She wanted to help me get better, and I guess some fresh air and a few days away from work wouldn’t hurt. I could always stay reading in my room.

- “We are gonna have so much fun, Batsy!”- (Y/N) whispers and turns to me, smiling brightly. I just stare into her eyes, feeling my heart rising inside my chest. I am crazy in love with my best friend, but I don’t have a chance. She is way out of my league, and I know she only sees me as her best friend.

- “Yes, we will, Chipmunk,”- I reply, trying my best to smile too. But honestly, I’m freaking out.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I can’t stop smiling! I’ve always wanted to come to Hawaii, and this trip is a dream come true. We’ve had nothing but first-class treatment ever since we got to the airport. A van picked us up and took us to the resort, put a drink in my hand, and ice tea in Spencer’s, and led us to do our check-in.

- “Dr. Reid, Miss. (Y/L/N), here’s the key to your suit. You will find everything you need to know about our resort in these flyers. And if there’s anything you need, don’t doubt to call me.”- the host says and stares right into Spencer’s eyes as she speaks. She is flirting with him, right here in front of me.

Ok, so I am not his girlfriend. We are not together. But… I hate it when people don’t assume we are not a couple. Just don’t tell anyone. I’m tired of all the teasing I get from the team and my friends. I’m just not ready to face anything in front of them. Not even in front of myself. But a part of me wishes this trip might be the chance to… I don’t even know. Do I wanna flirt? Do I want him to want me? Do I want him?

I need to turn off my brain. Maybe Hawaii is the perfect chance to do it.

- “Ok… there has to be some sort of mistake,”- Spencer whispers as he slowly walks around our room. I just stand there, trying to take it all in. When you let David Rossi get you a “little suite in a simple hotel,” you should know he is going big. But I never imagined how big.

We had the deluxe suite with an ocean view and the honeymoon package.

- “Clearly, the bureau ain’t paying for this”- I chuckle, shocked- “I mean, they would never approve this budget.”

- “Rossi really didn’t hold himself back,”- Spencer whispers and turns to me. We look at each other in silence, both of us realizing one detail.

There is only one bed, and it’s covered in roses petals.

- “I’ll take the couch, d… d… don’t worry,”- Spencer quickly says and even stutters as I raise an eyebrow, looking at him.

- “Come on. We are here ‘cos you need to get better. There is no way you are taking the couch. Besides, we’ve slept together for so many years, this shouldn’t even be a problem at this point.”- I assure my friend and walk to the bathroom to freshen up after the trip.

There is a hot tub and a gigantic glass shower. I swear the only thing missing in this room is the sex swing. It has everything for a romantic getaway. By the bed, I saw chocolates, and at the bar, a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

- “How the fuck did we get here, (Y/N)?”- I ask myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror after I wash my face.

I could act just fine, but I was freaking out, just like Spencer.

- “So, what do you wanna do?”- I ask as I walk out of the room and find Spencer standing in the middle of the balcony, arms crossed on his chest, staring at the ocean. Honestly, how was I supposed to be with him 24/7 and not fall in love with him?

- “I’m… I… dinner?”- Reid turns around and hesitates. I smile and wrap my arms around him in a silly attempt to relax him and let him know everything is ok. I feel him wrapping his arms around me too, and I can’t help but sigh.

- “Are you tired?”- he whispers, and I nod - “We can ask for room service, watch a movie.”

- “Spencer, we are in Hawaii; staying in this room would be a crime. Just let me take a quick shower, and I’ll be ready to go.”

Spencer’s point of view

It’s night one, and I know I’m going to be screwed for nine more nights. (Y/N) looks gorgeous as she walks out of the bathroom, ready to go out for dinner. I did my best to look presentable for her, but I tried not to stare at her, most of all.

That’s my whole motto during these vacations: do not stare. The way the wind plays with her hair as we walk by the shore at sunset. The way the sun makes her look like an angel. That dress…

- “Spencer? are you listening?- I look at her as she frowns at me- “Where are you?”

- “Sorry, I just…”

- “Let me guess, you are still thinking about the case we are not working on ‘cos we were forced to take this vacation”- (Y/N) couldn’t be more wrong even if she tried, but for the sake of our friendship, I sigh and nod.

- “Yeah… I’m worried the team is gonna need us. I just feel selfish being here, doing nothing.”

- “Well… we could do some things,”- (Y/N) whispers, biting her lower lip as she continues walking and holds my hand in the process, making me follow me. Not that I am complaining.

- “L…li... like, like what?”- I have to stop stuttering. I had already managed to talk to her like a normal human being. Why being in Hawaii is making me act like a teenager again?

- “Well, we can oversleep and then have a late breakfast. Read by the pool, maybe take a hike or a bike tour around the island. We could swim or take surf lessons. We can enjoy our vacations so that when we are back at work, we are fully rested, and you are fully recovered.”

(Y/N) turns to me as she speaks and cuts me a big smile. I know I won’t oversleep at all, not if I had to share the bed with her. But I can definitely make my best effort to have fun and enjoy my vacations with her.

- “Wanna send a picture to the team? I know Penelope is dying to know how the trip is going”- I just nod and stand closer to her as she takes the photo. She wraps an arm around me, and I do the same as we both smile.

- “Congratulations!”- some random person says and waves at us as he walks by our side, holding a kid’s hand. I turn to (Y/N), and she just shrugs.

- “Why was he congratulating us? for taking a picture?”- I ask her.

- “No idea, honey bunny.”

(Y/N) point of view

People congratulating us is apparently, a running gag here in Hawaii. Today it’s day two, we already had breakfast, and right now, we are getting ready to hang out at the pool. I put on my bikini, which may or may not be a little revealing. I’m just saying, a girl can dream.

- “Ready, chipmunk? I don’t wanna be close to the sun at the worst hour.”- I hear him ask as I walk out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my bikini and cut him a short smile.

- “I am ready, honey bunny.”

Spencer stares at me for a second and then turns around, grabbing a book from his bedside table and quickly shoving it into his satchel.

- “You know, I don’t think I brought enough books. This one is too interesting.”

So let me get this straight: I walk around barely naked, and all he cares about is his books? Wow. I had never felt so rejected in my entire life. Not that I was waiting for him to do anything, but… damn! he didn’t even look at me.

- “Well… maybe you can find some more books at a local store,”- I say and walk to the door. I shouldn’t be mad. Ok, I am not angry. I am hurt. Why doesn’t Spencer like me? Am I ugly? This morning when I woke up, he was already in the shower. Maybe he really didn’t want to share the bed with me. Shit. I should stop thinking about him this way. He is my best friend, that’s it.

I settle all my things and sit on a recliner next to the pool. Spencer looks at me in silence for a second and then sits at the chair next to mine.

- “Everything ok, honey?”- I ask when I notice he wants to tell me something.

- “You should put on some sunscreen,”- he whispers and takes an SPF 50 lotion from his bag.

- “Want me to do your back, and you can do mine?”- I ask, doing my best to look as innocent as possible. However, my thoughts are far from honorable, as I imagine Spencer taking off his shirt.

- “I’m not taking my shirt off yet”- he kills my fantasies and makes me feel like a perv with just one sentence. Great.

- “Can you put some sunscreen on my back?”- my question is totally innocent, really. I take off my cover-up and sit straight on the recliner. Spencer walks over and sits right behind me. He first holds my hair and puts it on a side, so I start braiding it to keep it out of the way. Suddenly, I feel his hands rubbing against the skin on my shoulders, slowly making his way down my shoulder blades and then to my waist. I shiver, though the day is already hot, and he takes his hands off my skin right away. I almost whimper at the lack of contact. I wish I could feel those hands all over my body.

- “Sorry, chipmunk. Are my hands too cold?”

- “No, Batsy. Don’t worry. I’m just ticklish, that’s all”- I lie and turn to smile at him. He nods, blushing, and continues with his mission.

Who knew Spencer’s hands were so skilled? he is making me feel in heaven, and he is just applying sunscreen. Fuck. I have to stop thinking about him this way, or these vacations are gonna be too awkward.

- “Thank you, honey bunny. Now put some on your face, legs, and arms. I don’t want you to get burn”- Spencer nods and does as told as I continue t apply sunscreen on my body.

- “I forgot something in the room. Be right back. Do you want me to get you a juice on my way back?”- he jumps from the chair and grabs his bag all of a sudden.

- “Sure, just make it a piña colada instead of a juice”- I wink and watch him walk away. Shit. Why did I fall in love with my best friend?

Spencer’s point of view

Today I woke up with (Y/N) in my arms, her silky pajamas covering less than they should have, and her warm body against mine. I almost died. I had the biggest morning wood of my life. The only thing I managed to do was slowly and carefully move from that bed and get a cold shower.

I thought that was going to be it until I saw her walk out of the bathroom in that bikini. I’m doomed. I’m gonna be fighting my boner for the rest of the trip. Applying her sunscreen was torture. Watching her putting it on herself was even worst. What am I supposed to do now?

No, I’m not gonna jerk off... again. I have to concentrate, my mind has to be stronger! Reading, Reid, focus on your reading.

I walk back to the pool and notice (Y/N) ain’t alone. Some random guy is talking to her, and she is clearly not comfortable with him. Her body language is obvious. She crossed her arms and put on her cover-up again.

I stand next to her look at the guy as (Y/N) smiles at me sweetly.

- “Thank you, honey bunny.”

- “You are welcome, ma chère.”- my fingers play with her hair as I keep my eyes on the dude, who is still staring at her.

- “Like I told you, I’m with my husband”- (Y/N) looked at him and moved closer to me.

- “Is there a problem, chipmunk?”- I don’t know how to look threatening in front of dudes, but I do know how to threaten an unsub, so let’s pretend this guy is one. I look at his right in the eyes and raise an eyebrow as he stands up and nods at us.

- “Sorry to bother you. Enjoy your honeymoon.”

- “You better we sure we will,”- (Y/N) said and smiled at the guy as he walked away. As soon as he was far enough, my best friend turned to me and sighed- “I’m so glad you got here. That asshole wouldn’t get “no” for an answer, so I told him I was here with my husband.”

- “Are you ok?”- I knelt next to her and caressed her hand as she nodded.

- “Yeah. I just didn’t want to break his face. It’s only day two of vacation. I don’t wanna get in trouble”- I chuckle and move back to my chair. She sips her piña colada and sighs. I grab one of my books and start reading.

I know I said I hated vacations, the beach, and the sun. But I could get used to this.

I’ve been fighting with my physical reactions and arousal the whole day. It’s really uncomfortable, especially ‘cos I’m wearing a bathing suit. But watching (Y/N) walking out of the pool in that tiny bikini forced me to jump into the cold water. I feel like a perv. And the fact she jumped back into the water with me and started playing with me made it all worst.

Sometimes I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me. Does she do all these things on purpose?

We just got back to our room after having dinner and taking a long walk at the beach. We had a great time, talked the whole time. We shared a bottle of wine over dinner because the waitress thought we were on our honeymoon and gave us a complimentary treat. That has been happening a lot. After dinner, we visited the hotel’s casino for a while, but (Y/N) decided being indoors was a crime, considering we were in Hawaii. So we headed to the beach and took a long walk, hand in hand, under the full moon. There is no way to deny it was a very romantic scenario. We continued talking and laughing until around midnight we got cold and decided to come back to the room, cuddle and watch a movie.

- “Ready, honey bunny?”- (Y/N) asks as she walks out of the bathroom, wearing that damn pajama again. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but it makes it so hard for me not to… react to it.

- “Yes, I’m ready”- I glue my eyes to the screen as she grabs the remote control and sits next to me on the bed.

- “Did you pick a movie?”

- “No. I picked it last time. It’s your turn.”

I get comfortable under the covers and sigh. Whatever happens, Spencer, don’t look at her.

(Y/N)’s point of view

It’s kind of sad, but I feel no matter what I do, Spencer won’t notice me. I thought this vacation was going to be the moment he might make a move on me, or whatever. When I saw the room and the bed and how romantic everything was around us, a part of me wished that Spencer would try to kiss me.

But no. If anything, he has been actually ignoring me a little. Why? Did I do something wrong? maybe he hates the beach and blames me for being here. I should talk to him, but I don’t wanna ruin our vacations.

- “There you are!”- Spencer says as he walks towards me- “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

- “I told you I was gonna be here. I’ve been here since after breakfast,”- I say and keep my eyes on my book. I’m on a recliner in front of the ocean, trying to ease my mind and enjoy the moment.

- “I brought you this,”- he says, giving me a piña colada.

- “Thank you”

I watch him move a recliner closer to me under an umbrella and open his book. We read in silence for a few minutes, but I can’t focus. So I turn to Spencer and look at him for a moment. He is wearing his pink bathing suit, a hat he got at the hotel’s souvenir shop, and his long hair is a wavy mess. He looks gorgeous.

- “Is something wrong?”- he whispers and takes me from my thoughts.

- “Why are you mad at me?”- I had to ask, so I just did.

- "What? Why would? Of course not"- he frowns, nearly shocked by my words and looks at me worried- "What makes you say such a thing?"

- "I don't know, I just feel you've been avoiding me."

- "That's crazy! We are here together!"

- "And you are not mad we are at the beach?"- I can’t stop the questions leaving my lips right now.

- "It's not my favorite place to be at, but I don't mind. We've been having fun. There's lots of reading, and you are already tanned."

- "I'm surprised you noticed"- why did I just say that? Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Spencer moves closer to me and raises an eyebrow. Sometimes I feel I could get lost in those eyes.

- "Why wouldn't I notice you are tanner?

- "'Cos you haven't made much eye contact with me lately. That's why I thought you were mad. You haven’t even looked at me today since we woke up. Actually, you weren’t even in the bed when I woke up, again."

I don’t move my eyes from his, trying to read him. It’s hard to profile a profiler. I know we promised never to do it, but that hasn’t stopped me from trying from time to time.

- “Chipmunk, of course, I am not mad at you. I am… just… trying to be respectful.”

- “I don’t follow.”

Spencer clears his throat as his cheeks turn pink. He is embarrassed and uncomfortable. Why?

- “I’m sorry. I know we are at the beach, I know it’s hot, and I understand it’s completely normal. But I am not used to seeing you dressed like this. Or undress like this. And I don’t wanna make you feel weird or awkward. That’s why I’ve made my best not to stare.”

And as he speaks, Spencer actually tries his best to keep his eyes in mines or in the sand. There is no in-between.

- “That’s it?”- I whisper and he nods, his eyes glued to the sand.

- “I’m sorry I’m being so weird about it. I just felt you were mad at me ‘cos I dragged you to the beach, and you hate the beach.”

- “I don’t hate being here with you.”- Spencer whispered and finally looked at me again, making sure to glue his eyes on mine.

- “And if you want, I can cover myself more. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.”

- “No, chipmunk. Please don’t! It’s hot! Not that you are half-naked, I mean. The weather is hot. Not that you are not gorgeous, of course, ‘cos you are. I mean, how many guys have hit on you today?”

- “None”- I whisper and chuckle as he rambles, and his cheeks turn even redder and redder. I don’t know if it’s because of the sun or the embarrassment.

- “None? that’s impossible!”- he chuckles and looks around- “I’m sure someone around here is looking at you thinking you are the most beautiful woman they have ever seen.”

I wish he could think that about me, at least once in our lives. I know he won’t, and that’s heartbreaking, but I refuse to think about that right now. It’s vacation, we are in Hawaii, we have to have fun. This is not the moment to think of all the pain being in love with my best friend is causing me.

Spencer’s point of view

I don’t like the beach: the sandy food, pink skin, the limited and engaging topography, the drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces. But most of all, the struggle not to stare at my best friend’s body.

I love her. I am in love with her. I have been for a few years now. But this is the first time it’s so hard for me to hide it. And the fact she thought I was mad at her ‘cos I’ve been making my best not to get aroused around her, it’s just sad.

Besides, it hurts to know there are, in fact, guys looking at the whole time while I do my best to keep my eyes from her body. I wanna fight them all and shout. Tell them to go fuck themselves, though I know you can't actually do that with the male anatomy.

I roll in bed. (Y/N) is asleep, soft snores coming from her, making me smile. I wanna kiss him and hold her close. But tonight, all I can do is to stare. This is the only moment I can really look at her. I love these silky pajamas. Her skin looks so soft, perfectly tanned. Her hair is a mess I wish I could run my fingers through, and her lips look sweet, like a strawberry.

I know I will never be able to tell her how I feel, ‘cos she will never reciprocate my feelings. But that’s ok. I can live with it if I have moments like this.

She is the most important person in my life, after my mother. She is the one person I can’t live without. I know it. There is no way I can ever lose her.

- “Honey?”- she whispers and moves closer to me- “I’m cold”- I don’t hesitate and wrap my arms around her, keeping her closer to me. She hides her head in the crook of my neck and kisses my skin a few times, sending shivers all over my body. She really has no idea the effect she has on me.

- “Sleep tight, ma chère”- I whisper and kiss the top of her head. She doesn’t say a word, though. She is fast asleep already. I just stay here, wide away, caressing her hair slowly.

- “I love you, so much”- I murmur, kissing the top of her head again. She doesn’t reply, she is snoring again. I just smile and lock my arms around her. I honestly hate the beach, but I love being with her anywhere. As long as she is by my side, I know everything is gonna be ok.

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The Wrong Lifetime – Nine // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: a bit late with the update today, my bad. I’m just very exhausted lol. Hope you like it though! bit beefy, just how i like it 😂

I should have realised Wanda would be a handful after literally grabbing my arse less than a metre away from her fiancé.

The final straw came when we were sat together at a table, talking to a guest who wanted to know more about the wedding plans. Y/B/N had left Wanda alone for the remainder of the evening for God knows what reason, so I was left to babysit her and make sure she didn't do anything stupid. Of course, drunk Wanda was also disobedient as well as truthful and clingy.

As the woman we were sat opposite was talking about her own wedding – the first of three, apparently – Wanda's hand kept playing with mine under the table. I shot her a serious look before slapping it away gently. That wasn't enough though, as several times after, she continued to play with my fingers and intertwine hers in mine.

Not wanting to draw attention, I pushed Wanda's hand under her thigh with hopes she'd keep it there and stop fussing. I didn't think she was even listening to the woman and the story of her wedding dress debacle, as she was leaning on the palm of her hand and watching with boredom.

At one point, just when I thought Wanda was finally behaving, I felt her hand rest on my thigh, creeping up dangerously higher. Clenching my jaw to contain both the arousal and frustration I was feeling, I flicked my foot against hers before stuffing her hand under her thigh again. Glancing at her, she was smiling innocently in my direction.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" the woman stopped mid-talk, looking to Wanda.

Wanda straightened up in her seat, flashing the woman a bright smile. "Yes. But if I may ask–"

"Oh, no..." I mumbled, already internally facepalming.

"–don't you think my almost sister-in-law is very pretty?"

My head snapped to hers as I attempted to disguise my panic with a nervous smile. The woman looked between us, waiting patiently for Wanda to continue.

"Good looks runs in the family it seems," Wanda said, stretching her hand out to caress my cheek, but I immediately caught it before she could, chuckling awkwardly.

The woman found Wanda's behaviour funny as she nodded in agreement. "The Y/L/Ns are a very good looking family indeed. Especially your fiancé, dear. What a handsome man he is."

Wanda hummed in agreement, but her eyes were only focused on me. Under any other circumstances, I would have appreciated how cute she was and been touched at her words, but now wasn't that time.

"My lovely almost sister-in-law is particularly drunk tonight I'm afraid," I spoke truthfully to the woman, offering an apologetic smile. "I should make sure she's okay."

"Of course," the woman said, nodding. "It was nice speaking to you both."

I smiled in response for both of us before leading Wanda away from the table and to an emptier-looking part of the room. Spinning around, I gave her a disapproving look.

"You can't say that," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Not here. Not now."

She licked her lips, wearing an enchanting smile, unbothered by our surroundings. "I can't help it. I'm so in love with you and you look irresistible tonight, milaya (darling)."

I sighed, my neck growing warm as she watched me with adoration. "Okay, I think it's time to call it a night."

"No, I want to stay," she whined, but I ignored her and turned around to think about how we could leave.

Once again, I felt her hand squeeze my butt and when I turned around to scold her, I saw my brother over her shoulder, approaching us. I forced a smile on my lips and glanced at her with a glare. She grinned in response before joining my side and facing my brother with me.

"Hey, how are you?" he asked when he stopped by us.

"Good," I answered for us both, afraid Wanda would say something suspicious.

He nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks for keeping Wanda company tonight."

Using that as my opportunity, I said, "Yeah, about that. She's kind of drunk, so I think I'm going to take her home."

"Oh," he said with realisation. "I don't mind taking it from here."

I pursed my lips, desperately trying to think of a reason to stay with her. Thankfully, I didn't have to.

"How scandalous of you to want to me somewhere after hours with nobody else around," Wanda poked fun, attempting to make him feel uncomfortable. It worked.

"Oh, no– I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly, flushing at her insinuation. "Never mind." Looking to me, he added, "You should take her home and make sure she's okay. Maybe stay with her until her family gets home so you don't have to head home yourself."

I nodded, ignoring the proud smile on Wanda's lips. "Okay, see you later."

As I led Wanda outside the house and towards the carriages parked outside, I gave her a grateful look.

"Good thinking back there."

She chuckled. "He's so easy to manipulate."

"Not nice," I said, but couldn't stop the amused smile from playing on my lips.

The two of us got in the back of the carriage after I gave the driver her address and settled in. Wanda was quick to tilt my head towards her and connect our lips, but I pulled back quickly, making her frown.

"You've been very frustrating this evening," I said with a warning tone. "We get home and you get to bed. That's it."

"Well, that hardly seems fair," she said with a shake of her head. "I believe I behaved."

I tried not to laugh. "In what world, love?"

She smiled widely, eyes darting to my lips. "Some alternate universe."

"Smooth," I played along, before facing forward. "Sober up, dear. The ride isn't long."

When we reached her house, it was a struggle getting her to her bedroom, but it was an even bigger struggle getting her dressed. I managed to get her dress off, but she kept trying to kiss me as I tried to put her nightgown on. Between fits of laughter, she pushed my hands away and made me step back.

Hands on my hips, I stared down at her with a ghost of a smile on my lips. "Are you done? You can't just sleep in your bra and knickers."

She laughed, sat on the edge of her bed and looking up at me with tired eyes. "One kiss and I'll let you dress me."

"Definitely no." I shook my head. "We both know what happens after one kiss."

"When will there ever be an opportunity where we're alone together in my home?" she tried to make a point, but her accent was especially heavy, entwined with her drunkenness and making it harder to believe her logic.

I rested my hands on her shoulders and leaned my forehead on hers, staring into her eyes with amusement. "My beautiful love, you are drunk. We will not have sex when you're drunk."

Her hands tugged me closer by the waist as she smiled up at me. "But I know what I want. And I'm certain it's you."

"Not now," I repeated, removing her hands from my waist.

She pouted and I chuckled before kissing it away. Her tantrum seemed to tire her out as I was able to get her dressed after that, managing to tuck her under the covers.

"Stay with me," she mumbled, fingers clawing the air as a gesture for me to join her.

Nobody would be back for a while, I realised, and nobody was home.

"Fine," I gave in quickly, before kicking off my shoes and jumping into the bed beside her.

She grinned, snuggling into my side and breathing out contently. "Ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu (I love you so much)."

I kissed the top of her head, holding her close and hoping she couldn't hear the rate of my heartbeat pick up. "I love you, too, Wanda."

We stayed like that, in each other's arms, until I sadly had to get up and leave her. She was asleep by the time her family returned, her face relaxed and without the constraints of reality. I smiled to myself, feeling overwhelmed with how much I was in love with her. I was lucky to have met her, I knew that much, but I was also unlucky to have met her under our circumstances.

As usual, I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if we weren't in the wrong lifetime...

I kissed her once more, whispering an 'I love you' to her, before leaving the room and wondering if one day I might be able to stay under the covers with her, cuddling until I fell asleep, too.

—

"It won't take long, I just need to give him this," Wanda said nonchalantly, referring to the notebooks in her hand. "Then we can grab lunch."

I nodded and the two of us walked down the street until we located the Maximoff Publishing House. I'd been here a few times when visiting my brother and it always gave me a fuzzy warm feeling, my brain formulating daydreams where I could be published, too. But that's all they were – daydreams.

Wanda held the door open for me as I walked in and I gave her an appreciative smile before she followed after. She led the way to her brother's office at the back of the building and we passed several desks – editors, authors and other employees alike – before reaching it. Through the window, Wanda and I could see Pietro sat behind his desk, pen working away at some papers.

"Piet," Wanda called, knocking on the door.

He looked up and grinned, instantly motioning for us to come inside. I followed after Wanda and closed the door behind us before stopping in front of his desk.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you came!" he exclaimed, standing up and stretching out his hands ecstatically. "I didn't think you would if I'm being honest."

I tilted my head, bemused. "Er... pardon?"

"Piet, she doesn't–" Wanda started, making me look to her. She cut herself off with a sigh, massaging the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "Oh, God."

"I'm not sure what's happening here," I said with an awkward chuckle, before taking the notebooks from Wanda's hand and dropping them on Pietro's desk, "but these are for you. Wanda said you left them at home."

He chuckled, pushing the notebooks to the side, before reaching into his top drawer and throwing some pages before me. "These are genius, Y/N."

My brows creased together with confusion as I lifted the pages, looking through them to see what had got him all happy. As my eyes skimmed the writing, my heart dropped. This was my writing.

"H-how did you get this?" I stammered, looking up at him.

His eyes flickered to Wanda and I immediately put the pieces together, my gaze falling to her. She smiled bashfully before avoiding my eyes. She'd given him my work without telling me? And she'd tricked me into coming here for this?

"I want to sign you," he stated, clasping his hands together. "Your work is amazing, arguably better than you brother's. You really undersold! And the fact that these are just excerpts means your actual completed work is even better. And I want it here at Maximoff Publishing."

My palms were sweaty as I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what. He wanted to sign me? Like, properly sign me?

"Y/N?" Wanda prompted, making me look her way. She watched with encouraging eyes, nodding to her brother.

I swallowed hard and looked to Pietro. "I'll have to think about it."

My family's reaction would not be kind, I knew that now. All my life I'd been hearing about how it was unladylike and unattractive for a woman to be a writer, how I should just leave the writing to Y/B/N. He was the writer and I needed to get over it because nobody would want to publish me. Yet, here we were.

"Y/N, what are you saying?" Wanda asked, resting a hand on my forearm to get my attention. "You've talked about being published for ages."

I was beginning to regret mentioning that silly fantasy to Wanda. If I'd known she was going to give my work to her brother, I never would have said anything.

"It's fine, Wan, she just needs time to mull it over," Pietro said dismissively, before smiling at me. "I do hope you'll decide soon though."

I forced a small smile his way before turning to leave. When I reached the empty hallway, Wanda was quick to run after me, tugging me backwards so I would face her.

"Why did you do that?" I asked instantly, frowning, feeling betrayed. "What made you think I wanted this?"

Her fingers touched mine gently as she looked between my eyes. "You've told me you wanted this. I know you want this."

I shook my head, letting go of her hand and stepping back. "I can't believe you took my work and gave it to him without asking. You shouldn't have done this, Wanda. You're making waves and–"

"You deserve this," she proclaimed sternly, silencing me. Her eyes were fiery as she stared hard. "You deserve to get the credit, too. Not just your brother. It's about damn time, Y/N."

My lips pressed together firmly as I held her stare, though she was winning as she told me everything I'd wanted to hear. Just once, somebody believed in me, but I was so used to hearing otherwise that it felt foreign.

"Pietro wants to help," she said, expression softening. "He recognises talent and you have it. Maybe I should have asked before giving him your work, maybe I shouldn't have. But I know that it was the only way to push you. You're so content accepting what other people want that you don't chase what you deserve."

Her passion and belief for my work warmed my heart to the core and I was certain that I'd never been more in love with her than I was now. She didn't have to care, but she did. For once, somebody did.

"Nobody will like this," I muttered, half-convinced but still worried about the drawbacks. "It could destroy your brother's career. It could backfire."

Wanda shook her head, stepping forward and resting a hand on my neck, thumb stroking the skin comfortingly. "He wouldn't take the risk if he didn't believe in you."

I placed my hand over hers, taking it between mine as I squeezed it gently, gratefully. I didn't know what else to say, since she'd countered all of my arguments. Everything apart from my family's reaction, which she couldn't control.

"I did this for you," she murmured, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a hug. "For you to finally get what you deserve. So that you can make your own money and nobody can take it from you."

She paused as I returned her hug, though I was pondering her words, not knowing she felt that way. It sounded like she'd given this some thought. More than she was letting on.

"Especially if you get married," she added after consideration, and I pulled away, ready to say otherwise, but she closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, I know you don't like talking about it, but it needs to be said." She opened her eyes and I realised they were glassy with unshed tears. "I need you to be okay when it happens. I don't–" She sucked up a breath, smiling to relieve the tension, though it was full of pain. "I don't want some man owning you."

"Any money I make will belong to him anyway," I said, knowing she knew the world we lived in.

A downhearted chuckle escaped her lips. "You wouldn't allow that, Y/N, we both know that."

She wasn't wrong. But the thought of even being married to somebody that wasn't her made my heart crumble in my chest.

"Just think about it, okay?" she asked pleadingly. "Promise me you'll think about it? Properly?"

I nodded, reassuring her with a sad smile. "I will. I promise." She sighed with relief, tense shoulders relaxing. I continued quietly, "Thank you, Wanda. For all of this. For everything."

She nodded, before laughing to distract from the tear that slipped from her eye. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do. She was so concerned about my future without her and it pained me to see. We never talked about it – an unspoken agreement – because it was too difficult to accept.

"Come on," she said, changing the subject. "Let's go get that lunch we came here for."

—

I hadn't made up my mind about the publishing deal, but I was starting to veer towards a 'yes'.

A few days passed since Pietro made the offer and I hadn't told anybody of it. Only Wanda knew and she hadn't brought it up since, clearly not wanting to pressure me into a decision which I appreciated. It made me realise that I really wanted this for myself. I deserved this for myself, even if I'd been taught otherwise.

It was those few days later when the Maximoffs came over for dinner and it was the first time I'd seen Pietro since he made me the offer. When he greeted me at the door, he smiled brightly.

"I assume you haven't made a decision," he noted.

"You assumed correctly," I said with amusement, though I could tell he really wanted to know.

"Very well," he said with a shrug. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind."

I quirked a brow, wondering what he meant by that, but he simply walked past me and into the living room. Wanda smiled at me next, squeezing my hand and greeting me with a hug.

"You okay?" she asked lowly, a hint of concern in her eyes.

"I'm good," I promised. "Are you?"

"Yes," she said with a small smile. Just like her brother, I could tell she wanted to know what I was thinking.

After our two families conversed in the living room for a while, dinner was served by our servants and we all took to the table to continue our chatter.

"So, Pietro," my father started, looking across the table to him. "How is business going at the publishing house?"

I should have known what he would do when he glanced at me with mischievous eyes.

"It's going great," he answered my father respectfully. "We've actually sought out a new author to add to the list of names we represent."

My eyes widened when I realised what he was doing.

"Oh, really?" my dad asked with surprise. "Who is he?"

Pietro looked in my direction and I forgot how to breathe. "It's actually your daughter, sir."

All eyes fell to me as I locked my gaze on the cutlery beside my plate.

"Y/N? You want to sign Y/N?" asked my dad for clarification.

"I do," he said with a grin, and my face was heating up the longer this conversation went on. "Wanda saw her work and thought I'd be interested. I am. I think she'd make a great fit at our publishing house. And if she has a manuscript to show us, then I'd love to publish it."

"You did this?" Y/B/N asked Wanda with raised brows, jealousy intertwined in his voice.

"Yes, I did," she answered, unaffected by his irritation. "She's really talented."

I risked glancing up, smiling at Wanda appreciatively. She nodded in response, the corner of her mouth lifting adorably, making my heart flutter.

"She really is," Pietro agreed, before looking to my dad who still seemed taken aback. "She probably got that from you. Writing seems to run in the family."

My dad looked at me across the table, his eyes softening. All of our conversations flashed to mind where he claimed he was discouraging me for my own benefit. But now, everything he'd thought wouldn't happen was. Would he still be against the idea?

"D'you really think she'd sell?" he finally spoke, looking to Pietro, and I couldn't contain the smile from my lips.

"Yeah, don't women struggle with their first book?" my brother asked, and when I examined his expression, I saw the distaste.

"I actually think she'd do really well...," Pietro began to explain, before going into a long rant about numbers and sales and past examples.

As he spoke, my brother got progressively more frustrated and I frowned, wondering why he couldn't be supportive like our parents were being. Did he want to be the only author in our family that bad? Or was he just afraid that I wouldn't help him with his own books anymore?

"Thank you for explaining all of that," my dad said once he was done. He smiled, impressed, looking to me. "I actually love the idea."

I felt lightweight when he said that. Things were actually starting to look up for me. My dad was actually supporting my passion and it was all I'd wanted to hear since I was a kid. Trying to hide my elation behind a smile, I took a sip of water. 

"Maybe Pietro is just trying to sweeten Y/N up so he can propose," Y/B/N suddenly said, making me choke on my water.

Looking to him with disbelief, he had a friendly smile on his lips, but I saw right through it.

"Y/B/N," Wanda scolded beside him. "Don't joke about that."

"Yeah, I can assure you that's not the case," Pietro added with a chuckle, unfazed by my brother's bitterness.

"I know that," I said reassuringly, before glaring at my brother. "You don't need to dignify him with a response, Pietro."

Changing the subject, my mother spoke up with a laugh. "Well, I think this is delightful. Y/N has always loved to write and I used to think it wasn't an appropriate future for a young woman, but if you are saying it could be, then I'm fully supportive of the idea."

I smiled at her, unable to believe she'd actually said that. She was the last person I thought would approve.

"Pietro has a good eye with these things," Oleg pointed out. "If he thinks it'll be successful, it will be."

My parents began to talk about how writing was something I'd loved for a long time, but I wasn't really listening because I felt overwhelmed with happiness. Pietro caught my eye, winking playfully, and I hoped he knew how grateful I was at what he'd done. Under the table, Wanda's fingers laced through mine and I didn't let go. Giving her a sideways glance, I thanked her with my eyes. She smiled widely and I tried very hard not to kiss her.

"...it's not the conventional route, but Y/N deserves it," my dad said, and I perked up with realisation.

"Maybe Wanda could break the conventional, too," I said, wanting to repay the brunette beside me.

"What do you mean?" she asked with furrowed brows.

I gave her a smile of disbelief. "Wanda, your art. It's stunning. Everything you create could easily sell for hundreds of pounds."

Her lips parted with surprise as she struggled to find words.

"That's not a bad idea, you know," Iryna said with thought. "Especially if Y/N's signing goes to plan."

Oleg groaned playfully, looking to my father. "This is happening so quickly... our girls are growing up, Y/D/N."

My dad chuckled alongside him as I stroked the top of Wanda's hand with my thumb. She squeezed it gently and I smiled to myself.

"You'll make tons of money," I said with certainty. "Your work is incredible, Wanda."

"I'll make enough money to support the both of us," Y/B/N said, doing a terrible job at hiding his frustration.

I looked over Wanda and to him with a hard stare and fake smile. "It's not even about the money to be honest. Maybe it's just about Wanda doing something she loves."

He nodded in agreement, though his eyes glared daggers at me. "I agree. And I won't stop her. But there's no need to sell her work. She can still practice her craft as usual. Heck, I'll even get her a studio."

I quirked a brow challengingly. "And what if she wants to sell it?"

Y/B/N clenched his jaw behind a forced smile. I ignored the warning look Wanda gave me in my peripheral and didn't dare look away from my brother's gaze. This was a side to him that I definitely didn't like.

My mum suddenly laughed to clear the air, but it was nervous and concerned. "Ah, sibling rivalry. Such playful nonsense."

"I believe the dessert is coming out now," my dad added, stealing the Maximoffs' attention away from my brother and I. "We're having soufflé."

With a final glare to my brother, I returned to eating. Any chatter of Wanda and I's potential careers ceased and my parents attempted to make the rest of the meal worthwhile.

As much as I wanted to be excited at the possibility of accepting Pietro's deal, especially since I had my parents' support, I couldn't help but think about what just happened with my brother. What was his problem?

When the meal ended, we all had some tea in the living room before bringing the evening to a close. At the door, we said our goodbyes to the Maximoffs and I was sure to thank Pietro.

"You didn't have to do that back there," I said as we shook hands, "but thank you. I think I know my answer now."

"Anything for my sister's best friend," he said with his signature charming smile. "And I hope it's what I think it is. Though, I suppose you won't tell me now."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not now."

"Soon, I hope." He nodded conclusively. "Have a good evening, Y/N."

Wanda shoved him out the way before I could respond before pulling me in for a hug. Pietro didn't seem offended as he gave me a knowing look over her shoulder. I stared back inquisitively, but got distracted when Wanda broke the hug, finding my eyes.

"You okay after what happened?" she asked gently, eyes subtly gesturing to my brother who was bidding her parents a goodbye.

"I'm okay," I reassured her with a smile. "Thanks for tonight."

She returned my smile. "Thank you. I think my parents actually took me seriously for a change."

"It's the least I could do," I told her, fully aware of everything she'd done for me.

Her smile widened, eyes flickering to my lips conspicuously. I shoved her gently, knowing what she was thinking and reminding her that we were in front of both of our families right now. She rolled her eyes playfully before stepping back.

"Such a handful," I mumbled jokingly.

When they left, the first thing Y/B/N did was storm off to his study. My parents exchanged glances before looking to me.

"Be nice," my mum warned.

"We'll see," I muttered under my breath, looking in the direction he'd gone.

Oh, was he about to get a piece of my mind.

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 16/??

Hey all! I'm back! I'm so sorry to those of you that have been waiting for an update! Thank you for being patient! I Love Ya'll! Without further ado, welcome to part 16!

Series masterlist Warnings- Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing, Character death.

Once Shane and Rick had returned from taking Randall to the barn, we had all made our way back to the camp. I took a seat in one of the camping chairs, as the others gathered around. Lori was kneeling beside the fire.

“So what you gonna do?” She asked pouring cocoa into a mug, pausing and handing it to Carl. “We'd all feel better if we knew the plan.” She stated looking up at the two men after pouring a mug for herself.

“Is there a plan?” Andrea asked, rocking slightly on her heel before walking towards Shane.

“We gonna keep him here?” Glenn had asked, shifting and fidgeting as Carol stood behind him. Both men had looked down, Shane slipping his thumbs into his belt as Rick stepped forward. “We'll know soon enough.” Rick had nodded his head, to where Daryl was now headed towards the group. Daryls knuckles were covered in blood, I didn’t have to guess who it belonged to. “Boy there's got a gang.” He speaks loud enough for us to hear as he approaches. “30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends.” He continues, stopping as he reached the group. “They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna- they're gonna wish they were.” He looked around, eyes landing on me then settling onto the floor.

Carol placed a hand on my shoulder, looking up. “What did you do?” “Had a little chat.” He slightly shook his head, leaving. I slightly turned and watched as he made his way towards our tent. “No one goes near this guy.” Ricks voice had gotten my attention.

“Rick, what are you gonna do?” Lori spoke softly, standing and moving closer to her husband.

“We have no choice. He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat.” He stated calmly, looking at each of us individually. “You're just gonna kill him?” Dale had asked incredulously.

“It's settled. I'll do it today.” Rick had nodded finally and left the small meeting, Dale following close behind. I smiled at Lori and Carl as I stood from the chair, Maggie standing off the right with Glenn. I moved towards the RV, moving to borrow one of Dales books, having misplaced the book Shane had gotten me. Entering the RV, I was met with complete silence. I reached up and grabbed one of the random books that he had sitting on the counter, giving the blurb a quick read over and nodding, making my way to my tent. A hand had landed on my shoulder, jolting me out of my thoughts.

Turning I see Maggie, a small smile playing on her face. “Hey.” “Holy shit, you scared me, you asshole.” A small chuckle escaping as, I sighed. She let out a small chuckle. “I’m just checking up on you, im not meant to leave you alone.” “Im headed to my tent, you don’t have to worry about me, or babysit me.” “Im not babysitting you.” She chuckled. “Believe it or not, I actually like hanging out with you.” She shook her head throwing her arm around my shoulder. “What are you doing?” I chuckled as she started guiding me towards my tent. “Ill walk with you.” “Go be with Beth.” I smiled softly. “Daddy wanted to speak with her alone for a little bit.” She shook her head. “You don-“ “I want to.” I nodded, smiling as we made the short trip. As we neared the tent, we were met with the sight of Daryl reloading his crossbow. Raising it, aiming at the cans he had littering the fence facing the outside of the property. Anger was radiating off of him. Maggie stopped, raising her brows slightly. “I think I’ll let you guys talk, give him some space.” She smiled, gently hugging me. She turned and left, the sound of the crossbow being shot made me jump slightly as the arrow pierced the can. Daryl had began loading it again, and repeated the process. I walked closer to the tent, watching as he reloaded again. He paused and glanced over, our eyes briefly making contact, Daryl turning back and aiming at another can. “What happened up there?” I asked softly, taking a small step closer and stopping. Daryl shook his head and huffed, moving his crossbow over his shoulder as the arrow connected with the last can. He made his way towards the fence to retrieve the arrows. I sighed as I watched him replace the cans after taking the arrows back. He made his way back to where he was standing beforehand. He didn’t speak a word, bringing his crossbow back and reloading an arrow, and shooting, hitting his target again. “Babe…” Daryl grunted in response. “Regardless if you tell me what is on your mind or ignore me, I’m staying right here.” He turned to glare at me. I raised a brow and he smirked, moving his crossbow over his right shoulder, moving closer. He stops in front of me, moving his hand to rest on my side, my shirt slightly raising as his thumb gently grazed the skin. He moved his crossbow from his shoulder to the ground, his right arm mirroring his left. I moved my arms to rest around his neck, wrists crossed behind his head as the book rested between my fingers. Intimate moments like this with Daryl, although as rare as they are I love. We stood quietly, the both of us enjoying being in the others company. Daryl dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. He pulled away and rested his forehead to mine. “You don’t need to talk to me now about what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” I smiled softly, moving my hand to rest on his cheek. “Come to me when you are ready.” I finished, gently guiding him down for another kiss. He moved his right hand to my face and deepened the kiss, pulling away to get our breath back. He reached down and picked up the crossbow, raising his brow at me.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him. “Ya’ wanna learn?” He gestured to the cans with the crossbow. “Babe-“ “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me to where he was standing before.

He placed the bow down, and cocked and loaded it before handing it to me. “I could’ve done that..” I joked. “Nah, ain’t gonna risk hurting bean.” He shook his head moving behind me.

He moved my body into a better position, his leg snaking between mine and moving them shoulder width apart and wrapped his arms around me, helping me aim.

“Take ya’ time.” He began, moving the buttstock to my shoulder.

“Make sure ya’ raise the bow higher.” He spoke into my ear as his arms moved mine higher.

“And keep ya’ thumb on the bottom of the forearm.”

He watched as I lined up one of the cans, arms slightly wavering.

“Take a breath and focus.” He spoke softly into my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as Daryl removed his arms from my own. “When ya’ pull the trigger, squeeze it slowly, keep it steady.” I kept the can in my sight, taking steady breaths as I nodded softly. “Ya’ got this baby.” He spoke from behind me as my finger hovered over the trigger.

My eye lingered on the can, finger moving to lightly squeeze the trigger. With a click, the arrow flies through the air, dropping slightly, hitting the fence under the can. Daryl let out a small chuckle behind me as my arms dropped to my sides, crossbow hanging beside me as I turn to him.

“Here.” He reached over for the crossbow, reloading it. He handed it back over and watched as I got back into position. I rested the buttstock to my shoulder once more and aimed more downrange, lining the can up once again. Evening my breathing out, I gently squeezed the trigger, the arrow releasing from the bow and lodging itself into the can. “Knew ya’ had it in ya’.” Daryl smiled, moving past me to retrieve the two arrows. He smirked as he made his way back, taking the crossbow from my hands and reloading it. “Ya’ wanna go again?” He asked, raising his brow.

I looked down, a small scoff leaving my lips.

“Hell yeah i do.” I looked up, meeting his eye, returning the smirk he had given me.

I sighed as I stretched my arms over my head, making my way to the tent as Daryl collected all of the arrows once more.

Daryl began sharpening the arrows as I entered. I placed the book on the bed, grabbing the duffle bag of clothes, searching for a sweater. Daryl and I had been shooting for close to two hours, just enjoying the time we had together. The cicada’s had began chirping, drowning out the silence that had been present before. I opened the tent door and stepped out, taking a seat by Daryl as he began loading his arrows into their holders. Footsteps approaching had gotten our attention. Glancing up, covering my eyes from the sun, I see the familiar silhouette of Dale. Daryl let out a scoff as he continued loading the arrows. “The whole point of me coming up here is to get away from you people.” He announced as the older man stopped two metres away.

“Gonna take more than that.” Dale responded, resting a foot on a stump, nodding towards me as I waved.

“Carol send you?” Daryl asked as he checked the fletching on his arrows.

“Carol's not the only one that's concerned about you, or your new role in the group.” Dale glanced at him and gestured to the two of us. Daryl looked over at me and I looked down.

“Oh man, I don't need my head shrunk.” He shook his head, looking down to his crossbow. “This group's broken. I'm better off fending for myself and my family.” He nodded towards me. My heart fluttered slightly at his words. “You act like you don't care.” Dale had responded, watching as Daryl grabbed his denim jacket.

“Yeah, It's 'cause I don’t.” He shrugged his jacket on over his shoulders. “So live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?” Dale had questioned.

“Nope.” Daryl shook his head. Dale glanced over to meet my eye as if asking me the same question. “Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life, if it really doesn't matter one way or the other?”

“Didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch.” Daryl spoke, fixing his vest over the denim.

“Your opinion makes a difference, both of yours.” He motioned to us.

“Man, ain't nobody looking at me for nothing.” He grabbed the crossbow and tilted his head at me as he began stalking off. I stood understanding what he meant, but I stopped mid way between both men.

“Your girl is, Carol is, and I am. right now.” Dale paused, waiting for Daryl to stop. Daryl turned as he listened to the older man. “And you obviously- you have Rick's ears.” Dale finished.

“Rick just looks to Shane. Let him.” Daryl began walking back towards Dale, stopping next to me. He grabbed my wrist as he turned back around and began walking away. “You cared about what happened to Sophia, cared what it meant to the group.” Dale began, knowing that it had gotten Daryl’s attention. “Torturing people? That isn't you.” He paused, Daryl had began walking back to Dale, hand still connected with my own. “You're a decent man. So is Rick. Shane- he's different.” Dale spoke apprehensively as he looked at me. “What's that?” Daryl asked pausing to glance at me before continuing. “’Cause he killed Otis?”

Dale looked between Daryl and I incredulously.

“He tell you that?” He asked closing the space between the three of us. “He told some story.” Daryl paused. “How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid.” Daryl spoke dropping my hand. “If he didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna.” “It's like I said- group's broken.” He muttered as he turned and walked away. Dale and I watched Daryl retreat.

“What are your thoughts?” Dale had asked, as we stood by the deteriorating fire place. “What on Dale?” I sighed, now turning to face him. “Everything.” He paused, waiting for me to answer. “Shane isn’t who he once was, it’s clear to see.” “I told you that when i overheard you and Shane at camp.” I paused. “The story with Otis didn’t add up, Daryl is clearly the more observant one. Im just naive.”I sighed. “I didn’t want to believe it I guess. But I do.” “And what about the boy?” “Randall?” I asked, and Dale nodded. “Dale-“ “He is just a kid (Y/n), a kid that deserves a chance, the chance to live.” Dale paused, searching my face for any sort of hesitance. “We still have our humanity, only just.” He continued as he waited for a response. I stayed silent as he watched me, eyes intently staring at me. “Is this really what you want to bring your baby into?” “A world in which our humanity is hanging on by a thin thread?” He whispered, shoulders slumping slightly as he began to feel defeated.

I watched as his head dropped, moving the rifle from his left shoulder to his right as he shifted his stance, moving to turn around. The defeat taking a toll on his body language. “Alright.” I sighed, briefly pinching the bridge of my nose. Dale had stopped, hesitantly turning to face me. “Alright?” He asked, brow slightly raised as he watched me. “Alright.” I nodded. It took all of five seconds for Dale’s face to brighten with a contagious smile. “What changed your mind?” “I never really had it made up.” I spoke softly as I moved a small rock around the dirt with my shoe. Dale hummed in response and waved as he continued to make his exit. “You also had a compelling argument.” I called, watching as the older man softly shook his head, a smile evident on his face as he turned and waved goodbye. “Ill see you at his trial, it’s at sunset!” “Sunset?” “Sunset.” He confirmed, with a wave of his hand, walking away.

I sat on the bed and sighed, after spending what had felt like an hour searching for the book the Shane gave me and finding nothing, I had given up the search and instead picked up one of the baskets by the open mesh door and sat down on the floor by the bags of clothes. I began sorting through the fabrics, picking up various pairs of denim jeans covered in dirt and dried blood, throwing them into the basket next to me and continuing working through the clothing. After five minutes of sorting out the clothes I moved the basket closer to the exit, and shuffled over to where Daryl had thrown some of his other clothes yesterday. “All I ask of him is to throw his damn clothes in the damn basket.” I mutter to myself as I pick up a worn out and stained tank top, and toss it into the basket, finding another pair of jeans covered in dried up blood, the stench stronger than the others, and throw it into the basket with the others. I heard something small hit the tarp by the basket, furrowing my brows, I turn, moving the hanging pant leg into the basket, only to be met with sight of two grey, still decomposing fingers.

My stomach started doing flips, as I stared at the two digits that were laying still on the ground. Moving quickly I stood up, and made my way out side, fighting the bile that was threatening to come up my throat. Fresh air surrounded me as I bent down, my hands resting on my thighs, as I closed my eyes and breathed. I waited for a few moments as I regained my composure and headed back into the tent, grabbing the basket and making a quick exit, leaving the two fingers on the floor. He can get rid of them. I think to myself. Out of the corner of my eye I see something move by Merles, Daryl’s motorcycle. I turn fully and notice Carls striped dark blue hooded jumper, the boy not noticing my presence. I smile to myself and place the basket down, walking over, watching as he looks up at the squirrel and rabbit pelts hanging on the makeshift line, then as his attention lands on the motorcycle. Carl reached out and his hands gripped the handles, mimicking revving the motorcycle. “If Daryl see’s you touching that he might try to shoot you in the butt.” I laughed softly. The boy jumped back and put his hands in his pocket, looking at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you, im sorry.” I giggled as he looked down. “No, that’s okay.” He chuckled and looked up at me. “What are you up to kiddo?” “Nothing, just wanted to come up and see you.” He smiled. “Oh really?” I smiled, stepping around the motorcycle and wrapping my arm around the boy, squeezing him in a small side-hug. “How sweet of you.” I laughed, reaching down and ruffling his hair as she gently pushed me away groaning. “Stop.” He whined laughing, moving his hand up to block my hand. “Alright.” I chuckled pulling my arm back and placing it across my chest with the other. Carl was silent for a moment, before his blue eyes shot up and met mine. “Do you wanna go exploring?” “Exploring?” I asked with a raised brow. “Yeah! Like go see if there’s a waterhole or something we can swim in.” He smiled. “I don’t know Carl.” “Please! It’s real warm out! And i can’t go by myself.” He whined. “I have to wash my laundry first, then i’ll have a quick talk with your mama. I don’t want a repeat of the last time.” I smiled down at the boy, who had now put his head down and kicked his shoe in the dirt. “Okay.” he nodded after a minute. “Okay, well, I better get going to do this, so we can go.” I smiled, turning and taking a step forward, pausing to look at him again. “Come on, I can’t leave you here alone. Daryl will shoot us both in the butt.” I nodded my head for him to follow me. Carl groaned as he took a step around the motorcycle and followed me to the basket. I reached down and picked up the basket and began the small trek to the camp with the basket leaning against my right hip, my right arm extended over the top and holding onto the handle. Carl was silent as we walked together, the silence filled out by the chirps of cicadas in the distance. The smell of instant coffee grew stronger as we got closer to camp, I could see Carol hovering by the fire, stirring the pot.

“It won’t take me long to wash these.” I smiled, turning to Carl. I frowned as I stopped, turning and searching for the boy who had since disappeared. I shook my head and continued walking towards Carol. “Hi Carol.” I smiled softly as I approached the camp. The woman stood and smiled. “Hey (Y/n).” She returned the smile. “Need anything washed?” I asked, gesturing to the basket on my hip. “No! Here, let me take that!” Her eyes widened as she rushed around the fire. Her hands reached out and took the basket from my hands and she moved around the fire and to the wash tub. “Carol-“ “I don’t want to hear it.” She stated in a sing-song matter. “Please, Carol, I need to do something.” “You are growing a child. You are doing something.” “Carol-“ “Just take my help and shut up.” She chuckled. “I-“ “(Y/n), im not taking no for an answer.” She warned, pointing her index finger at me. I stood by Carol for a moment, watching as she began separating the fabrics. “Go and do something sweetie.” “Alright, Alright.” I raised my hands in surrender. Carol chuckled and waved me off as I began to trek away from the fire. “Do you know where Lori is?” I stopped and turned as I asked Carol. Carol stopped sorting and looked up at me, before looking around and sighing. “Last I saw, she was at the barn with Rick.” “Okay, thank you!” I smiled softly. Carol nodded. “You okay?” i asked, moving to take a step forward as her demeanour changed. “Im fine honey, Lori and I had a little bit of a disagreement.” “Did you want to-“ “No, im alright, go do what you need to do.” She shook her head, turning to smile at me.

I nodded hesitantly and made my way towards the barn. It didn’t take long to get to the barn, could see the married couple standing outside and talking, Lori moving her hands to her face and placing her face briefly in her palms before sliding them off, Rick with one hand on his hip, leaning more on his left leg. The latter looked around and his eyes made contact with my own. He must’ve said something to Lori, whose face had quickly switched from worried to a forced smile. “Hey, sorry to interrupt.” “No, not at all.” Rick quickly assured me, smile on his face. “Whats up (Y/n)?” Lori smiled as her husband took a step back. “I came to talk to you about Carl.” Rick and Lori both shared a glance with one another as she sighed. “Oh god, What has he down now?” Rick asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What?” I asked, genuinely confused. “(Y/n), im sorry, what has he done?” Lori apologised. I looked between the two of them, confusion evident on my features. “He hasn’t done anything?” I asked gently, waiting for some sort of explanation. “Oh?” Lori asked. “I just came over to ask if you guys would mind if Carl and I hung out today, he asked me to go ‘exploring’ with him.” “Oh, um no-“ “We don’t mind.” Rick answered, a small smile on his face. Lori looked at her husband, hesitation flowing off of her in waves. “It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable Lori, I respect both of your’s wishes and boundaries, especially with Carl.” “No, I don’t mind, it’s just, I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately.” She hesitated. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “He was rude to Carol earlier, Disrespected her and Sophia.” Rick answered after watching Lori internally fighting herself. “That isn’t like him, he is a good kid.” My brows furrowed. “We know it’s not, he is lashing out and we don’t know why.” Lori shook her head. “I can talk to him?” I asked, looking between the couple. “I think that’d be good.” Rick agreed, nodding as he looked between his wife and I. “Lori?” I asked. She stood in silence for a few moments, thinking it over in her head before turning to me completely. “Okay.”

I made my way back to camp, looking around for Carl. Carol had managed to finish doing the laundry, clothes hanging up on numerous lines. No-one was around, the camp quiet for a change. I walked over to the RV to check if Carl was inside only to find it empty. Exiting the RV, a flash of blue in my peripheral vision caught my attention, the familiar sheriffs hat disappearing into the thick line of tree’s. Looking around briefly, I decide to follow him, not having time to find someone and let them know without knowing if Carl was going to run into danger. I picked up speed with each step until I was running in between the trees, trying to find the boy. Sighing I stop, trying to find any sign of Carl being here or him. This was probably the stupidest thing I could’ve done. I should’ve told someone that I saw Carl run off, Daryl would be able to find him in no time. A twig snapped, I turned my head towards the sound, to be met with a raccoon. My hand made its way to rest above my heart as I stared at the little creature. It slowly moved around me, eyes locked onto me, before it retreated and ran into a nearby bush. I took a breath and looked around, trying to figure out which direction Carl had run off. I moved forward, walking towards a small opening, finding a small stream connected to a small Rockpool. I almost forgot how beautiful nature was as I watched the water slowly tickle over the rocks and down the sloped ground. I heard leaves crunching to my right, I looked over and saw movement, and followed it. Quietly and slowly I followed the sound of the earth crunching and stopped as I heard a snarl. I moved behind a tree as I noticed it wasn’t carl I had been following, but a walker. The walker had turned around , it had been a female, in its previous life. Now It had a missing arm, matted hair and a half torn face. The walker began grunting and snarling, as it lifted its face higher in the air, sniffing its surroundings. I could hear the chattering of its teeth as it started to backtrack. The stench of rotting flesh picking up in the crosswind, making me slowly move a hand to cover my mouth and nose. It stumbled past the tree I was taking cover behind and lightly screeched, moving towards a bush, diving into it and snarling as it rustled through the leaves. I spotted a medium sized rock on the ground, stepping quietly over to it I picked it up and tiptoed over to where the walker was hunched over int the bushes. I heard a high picked squeak and the sound of tearing flesh as the walker had managed to catch something and tear into it. My foot landed on a stick, causing a small crack to echo through the trees, the walker moving o turn its head as I raised the rock and smashed the back of its skull in. I grunted as I raised the rock again and let it connect with the skull over again, the sound of its skull cracking after each blow as it dropped to the floor lifeless. I watched for a moment as it lay on the floor, movement ceasing. I dropped the rock onto its head with one last blow and moved over to the running stream. I look down at my shaking hands, both of which were covered in dark red, almost black blood, little fragments of broken skull and what looks like brains on my wrists, strands of hair wrapped over my knuckles.

I bent down, trying to ignore my stomach flipping as I placed my hands into the water and cup them, washing off the blood and gore. I sighed as I shook my head, my thoughts going 100 miles an hour. I need to find Carl. NOW.

I glanced over at the lifeless walker and couldn’t help but let the bile run freely from my throat. After wiping my mouth, I moved away from the scene and walked further into the forest, listening out for any signs of Carl, or walkers. I would have called out for Carl, but after coming across the walker, I decided against it, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to the area, for myself and for Carl. I looked up at the sky, noticing the orange and purple hues making their way into the sky. “Come on Carl, where are you?” I asked softly as I took another step forward. I heard a yelp in the distance and I turned. “Carl.” I whispered, taking off in the direction I heard the yelp. I dodged fallen branches as I made my way closer to where he was, a smaller body almost hitting my own as he ran forward, not watching where he was going. I reached out and placed my hands on his shoulder, earning a yelp from Carl. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s me.” I spoke trying to get his attentions his hands tried to fight my own. I knelt down to his level. “Carl, Kiddo, it’s me.” I spoke again as he opened his eyes and looked up, noticing that it was only me and he was safe. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged me. I could feel his heart beating against his chest as we hugged. I had filled with relief as I clutched the boy closer to me. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” I sighed, moving my hand up and down his back, soothing the boy the best I could. I could feel something hard hit my thigh and I pulled back, noticing the butt of a gun, Daryls gun. Carl looked down and saw that I had noticed the gun. “Carl, where’d you get the gun?” I asked, calmly as I stood back up. “I found it.” “Where did you find it?” “Nowhere.” “Carl.” I sighed. “What?” “Please, be honest with me. Where did you get the gun?” He looked down, then around, refusing to meet my eye. “In the bag on Daryls bike.” He muttered. I rubbed my temple and put my hand out, waiting for him to hand it over. I felt the metal hit my palm, checking the safety and making sure there wouldn’t be an accident I shove it into my pocket. “Are you going to tell my mom?” “I- I don’t know Carl.” I sighed, looking into his blue orbs. “I’ll get into trouble.” “Maybe you should.” I spoke harshly, turning to walk back to the farm. Anger was seeping from my pores, and I felt the smallest amount of guilt.

“Im sorry.” He spoke softly walking beside me as we got closer to the tree line, the farm and camp now visible. “It’s okay Carl.” I sighed as I stopped and turned to face him. We both stopped and looked at one another as I knelt down to his level again, “What happened Carl?” “What?” “Back there, what happened?” I asked, my right hand on his shoulder. “I was just walking around and I found a pond, I wanted to go swimming but a wild animal scared me off.” “A wild animal?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Thats all it was?” I asked again, unsure if I should believe him. “Yeah.” “Okay, next question.” I paused Carl looked at me, eyes doe-like. “Why’d you take Daryl’s gun?” Carl looked around, deep in thought and let his shoulders slump. “I didn’t want to wait for you to go exploring, and I saw it in the bag.” “So you took it to have some kind of protection?” “Yeah.” “Carl, I don’t think that you know how dangerous that was.” I sighed. “I know.” “Carl I don’t think you do.” I paused. “Kid, you could’ve been attacked by a walker, or a wild animal. What I the safety wasn’t on on the gun properly, or if you’d hurt yourself, no-one would’ve known or known where you were.” “I know and im sorry.” He spoke, tears threatening to spill over his lower lash line. “Please don’t be angry.” “Im not angry, a little disappointed, but that will pass.” He nodded. “Before we head back, you want to talk about what you said to Carol?” He looked up, confusion on his face. “Your dad told me.” Carl looked away again but nodded. “I called her an idiot.” I looked at him with wide eyes. “You? What? Why?” “She told me that we would see Sophia in heaven again, and I told her that heaven was a lie and that she is an idiot if she believes in it.” “Damn. Okay.” I sighed, thinking it over. “Why?” “Because.” “Carl-“ “I don’t know why I said it, it upset me because I do miss her.” “Kiddo, I know you miss her.” I paused.

“Carol misses her too, you have that in common, you may not believe it now but Carol and you need each other.” “Need each other?” “Yeah, because you both loved Sophia and can bring her back in each others memories.” Carl looked down and nodded. “Ill apologise.” He nodded. “I think she’d appreciate that.” I smiled down at him, softly ruffling his hair. I looked up towards the farm house and noticed everyone making their way towards it. “Okay, lets go, Were going to be late.” “Late?” “Yeah, I’ll race you.” “Race me?” Carl asked with a small smile. “Yeah.” I nodded, smiling as I paused. “And ill win.” I chuckled as I began to run away. “Hey!” I heard the boy call from behind me and laughing.

I spotted Lori waiting outside of the house, watching as the others entered one by one. Carl’s laughter got closer as we ran closer and I let up, watching as he ran past me and to his mother. Lori reached out to him and ran her hand down his back leading him inside.

“I want you to stay with Jimmy.”

“But I wanna listen.” He whined.

“Uh-uh, not this time. Come on.” She finalised as I moved past the two. I walked into the Greene’s living room, spotting Daryl leaning against the mirror in the hall, I moved over and stood by him, feeling him move the slightest it closer and touching the back of my shoulder with his own. Glen sat on the stool by the piano, dale leaning up against it. Carol was leant against the wooden door, Patricia, Maggie and Hershel all on the couches in the corner by the window. T-dog was waiting by the coffee table, while Shane leant against the fire place, next to Andrea as Rick and Lori walked into the room. Rick turn, causing my own to turn to see Carl waiting for us all to talk. Lori shook her head and Carl left, rolling his eyes and scoffing.

We were all silent, Glenn being the first to speak up. “So how do we do this?” He Paused looking around. “Just take a vote?” He finished. “Does it have to be unanimous?” Andrea asked.

“How about majority rules?” Lori suggested.

“Well, let's... Let's just see where everybody stands.” Rick began, stepping forward and resting his hand against the red lounge.

“Then we can talk through the options.” He finished. “Well, the way I see it, there's only one way to move forward.” Shane spoke up, arms crossed over his chest and dropping to rest in his belt loops.

“Killing him, right?” Dale stepped forward and asked. “I mean, why even bother to take a vote?” He paused looking around. “It's clear which way the wind's blowing.” He sighed.

“Well, if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.” Rick finalised.

“Well, I can tell you it's a small group.” Dale spoke. He glanced around the room. “Maybe just me and Glenn.” He finished looking at Glenn, who was nervously looking around.

“Look, I... I think you're pretty much right about everything” he paused looking at Dale. “all the time, but this…” he trailed off.

“They've got you scared.” Dale argued

“He's not one of us.” Glenn tried to argue “And we-we've lost too many people already.” Glen sighed.

Dale held his arm out before dropping it, looking around the room, eyes landing on Maggie. “How about you? Do you agree with this?” He asked.

Maggie stood from the seat, arms crossed as she looked towards Rick.

“Couldn't we continue keeping him prisoner?” She asked, slightly shifting from one side to the other.

The man behind me scoffed softly. “Just another mouth to feed.” He stepped forward, moving his hand to brush against my wrist.

“It may be a lean winter.” Hershel had thrown into the conversation, Lori almost immediately responding.

“We could ration better.” She shrugged softly.

“Or he could be an asset.” Dale stepped forward. “Give him a chance to prove himself.” He gestured with with hands.

“Put him to work?” Glenn suggested. “We could use him to bring harvests in?” I asked, looking back at Daryl when he let out a huff of air.

“We're not letting him walk around.” Rick shook his head, looking between everyone.

“We could put an escort on him.” Maggie threw the idea out. “Not the worst idea.” I agreed.

Shane scoffed and stood forward, bending his head slightly.

“Who wants to volunteer for that duty?” “I will.” Dale confirmed, earning an eye roll from Shane.

Rick raised his right hand.

“I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy.” “He's right. I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up.” Lori piped up.

“We can't exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labour.” Andrea rolled her eyes at Lori’s comment. The latter of the two sending a glare towards the blonde.

A sigh erupted from Shane as he leant back onto the mantle. “Look, say we let him join us, right?” He paused shaking his head with each sentence.

“Maybe.. Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice.” He continues looking between us all.

“We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men.” “So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?” Dale asked incredulously. “If we do this, we're saying there's no hope. Rule of law is dead. There is no civilisation.”.

“Oh, my God.” Shane scoffed, shaking his head and looking out of the window.

“Could you drive him further out? Leave him like you planned?” Hershel asked.

Rick looked deep in thought.

“You barely came back this time.” Lori spoke, glancing at her husband. “There are walkers. You could break down. You could get lost.” She continued. “Or get ambushed.” Daryl spoke, my head turning towards him as he spoke. His eyes were glancing at Shane as if he were thinking about what he and Dale had spoken about earlier.

“They're right. We should not put our own people at risk.” Glenn agreed. The room was silent for a brief moment when Patricia stood.

“If you go through with it, how would you do it?” She paused waiting for Rick to meet her eyes. “Would he suffer?”She asked.

“We could hang him, right?Just snap his neck.” Shane suggested. Rick only shook his head.

“I thought about that.” He paused. “Shooting may be more humane.”

“And what about the body? Do we bury-” T-dog began, only to get cut off by Dale. “Hold on, hold on. You're talking about this like it's already decided.” He stated waving his hands in front of the group.

“You've been talking all day, going around in circles.” Daryl scoffed, now pacing behind me as I lean against the wall. “You just wanna go around in circles again?”

“This is a young man's life, and it is worth more than a five-minute conversation!” Dale raised his voice.

“Is this what it's come to? We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with him?” He paused waiting for an answer. “You saved him, and now look at us.” He finished.

“He's been tortured. He's gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we're so afraid of?” He asked, hands nervously twisting his hat.

“We all know what needs to be done.” Shane is the first to speak up.

“No, Dale is right.” Rick nodded. “We can't leave any stone unturned here. We have a responsibility…” Rick continued.

“So what's the other solution?” Andrea began to speak over Rick, earning a sharp glare from Lori

“Let Rick finish.” She snapped at the blonde, who in return ignored her and continued to speak.

“We haven't come up with a single viable option yet.” She paused looking around. “I wish we could.” She continued to be cut off by Dale.

“So let's work on it!” He raised his voice with each word. “We are.” Rick tried to speak to be cut off once more.

“Stop it.” Carol spoke, her voice raising for the first time in the meeting. “Just stop it.’ She continued. “I’m sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn't ask for this. You can't ask us to decide something like this.” She paused.

“Please decide, either of you, both of you, but leave me out.” Carol finished with a final shrug of her shoulders as she leant further into the door.

“Not speaking out or killing him yourself, there's no difference.” Dale shot at Carol who looked on with a tear in her eye.

“All right, that's enough.” Rick pointed towards the elder man.

“Anybody wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance.” Rick spoke with finality. Maggie and Patricia sat down. We all looked at each other in an awkward silence as Rick waited for someone to speak up. Dale stepped forward. “You once said that we don't kill the living.” “Well, that was before the living tried to kill us.” Rick responded. “But don't you see? If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead.” Dale exclaimed.

“And this new world is ugly. t's harsh. It's survival of the fittest. And that's a world I don't wanna live in. And I don't believe that any of you do.” He shook his head. “I can’t.” He paused looking at everyone, pleading. “Please. Let's just do what's right.” He looked around. “Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?” He asked, voice hoarse from his arguing. We all looked between each other having silent conversations, as waves of nerves were rolling off of Dales form. “He's right.” Andrea got everyones attention. “We should try to find another way.”

I took a light step forward, nodding my head. “I’m with you Dale.” I smiled softly at the man who looked relieved to not be alone. “Anybody else?” Rick asked, glancing at everyone else who kept their gazes to the floor. My brothers eyes burning into my own. No one else spoke up, tallying three against ten.

“Are y'all gonna watch, too?” He asked, tears threatening to spill over. “No, you'll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being.” He shook his head moving out.

“Oh... I won't be a party to it.” He continued, stopping as he stood beside Daryl. “This group is broken.” He agreed to his earlier statement, leaving the house as we all stood in silence.

Shane let out a small laugh. “How else did he think this was going to go?” He shook his head scoffing. “Oh shut up Shane.” I shook my head. “What are you crazy? You’re the one that agreed with the crazy bastard.” “Don’t call him that. I agreed because I understand what he is saying. Unlike you I have consideration about other people and not for my own gain.” I sneered. Shane shook his head and looked away as the others stood in silence. I moved to leave, facing Daryl before leaving. “You have a mess to clean up in the tent.” I smiled tapping his shoulder and leaving the house. I watched from the porch as Dale entered his RV, moving down the stairs and making my way down to speak to him. Upon getting to the RV, I had heard cluttering and smashing. I quickly opened the door and climbed into the RV, heart breaking as he sat at the small table and cried. His wife’s mug in three pieces in front of him on the floor by the seat. “Dale?” I asked softly. He looked up and apologised. “No, don’t be sorry, what happened?” I asked stepping further into the RV, opening one of the compartments and getting out the dustpan, cleaning up the broken ceramic. “I didn’t realise that it was on the table, and I was so frustrated I-“ “Hey, it’s okay.” I soothed, placing the dustpan on the bench, moving to sit across from him, reaching my hand over the table and rubbing his arm. “I let it get the better of me, and I shouldn’t have.” “You’re only human Dale, things like this happen.” I comforted him. “Would you mind? I think I need to be alone for a little while.” “Of course.” I smiled softly. I moved to the bench and picked up the three ceramic pieces, digging through one of the drawers and finding superglue, I take it, leaving Dale be. I sat on one of the camping chairs, carefully piecing each piece of ceramic together and gluing them in place as the sun continued to decent into the horizon. “What happened?” A voice beside me spoke. “Irma’s mug fell off the table, ‘m trying to fix it for him.” I smiled up at Daryl. “Ya said I had a mess ta clean up?” He asked. “Yeah, couple’a fingers dropped from your jeans.” “Shit, Sorry ‘bout that.” He muttered, hand scratching the back of his neck. “It’s fine, just get rid of them yeah?” I asked with a soft smile. “Yeh.” He nodded as he placed his hand onto my shoulder, looking around and placing a quick peck to my lips. “I’ll do it now before we take that kid out.” “What’s the plan?” I asked softly. Daryl shook his head. “Ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout it.” He said stalking off to the tent. I looked down at the two pieces that have been successfully glued together, and make carful work at joining the third. I smile as I turn the mug around, The cracks slightly visible as I smile to myself, letting it dry. I stood and opened the door to the RV, stepping up as Dale looked at the door. I smiled softly and placed the mug on the bench by the sink. His eyes slightly shone brighter and he smiled. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome Dale.” I nodded and left him alone. As I turned around I noticed everyone piling out of the house and coming to the camp. Andrea and Shane sticking by the house in a deep discussion, Andrea gesturing wildly with her hands. Lori and Carl were walking down behind Rick who was speaking with Hershel. Glenn and Maggie sharing a hug before she went back inside, probably to speak to Beth. Carol was straight onto preparing dinner. I walked over and sat with her, picking up the extra knife and wood block, slicing carrots as she cut potatoes. We shared a small smile as we worked. The sky turned darker each minute that passed, we were working in the dim lighting of the fire and a few lanterns that were slowly starting to lose power. The RV door opened and closed, I turned to see Dale heading off. The distance chatters from everyone slowly ceased as Rick, Shane and Daryl nodded to one another, the three leaving to head to the barn. The group all died down to a low chatter. Carol and I continued to prepare the stew we had all decided on, letting the vegetables boil in the pot with the seasonings and stock. Lori had been sitting in the corner, a nervous expression on her face. Andrea had been talking to Carol and I as we stood by the fire. Maggie and Glenn had been seated by one of the other tents. After fifteen minutes, crunching leaved echoed through the small camp, Rick emerged from behind one of the tents, Carl trailing with him. It was easy to tell that Carl had snuck out to follow his dad. We all went silent as we waited for our leader to speak. “We're keeping him in custody for now.” Rick spoke.

“I’m gonna find Dale.” Andrea smiled, holding her hand out to help me up. “Im coming.” I smiled.

Andrea and I walked to the track. “Ill go check the house.” Andrea spoke, beginning to head towards it. “And I’ll check near the barn.” I nodded jogging towards the old building.

The closer I got to the barn, the clearer I could see a familiar figure in the paddock behind the barn. I smile and pick up pace as make my way to him. He began to look down at something, pausing as he investigated. I squint as I see a slight movement and my stomach drops as I realise he isn’t alone. “Dale!” I call out as the walker moves closer. I pick up speed as I begin to sprint to him. “Dale Watch out!” I call out. He begins to turn and all I can hear is a scream as i witness the walker falling on top of him. “Dale!” I scream as I continue my way to him. I hear another commotion as I briefly look to my left, Rick and the others all making their way to Dale. I continue my sprint to the guttural screams coming from Dale and the sounds of snarling. Daryl makes it to the scene first, tackling the walker and killing it. By the time Daryl turns to come back to Dale, im on my knees besides the older man. Daryl jumps up waving his hands signalling to the others where we are. Looking down I pull my jacket off, placing it and my hands onto his torn apart stomach, trying to put pressure on the gaping hole. “Hang on Dale.” I cried softly. “Help! Run!” Daryl called out to the others. “Hang in there, buddy.” Daryl looked down. The others were shortly beside us. Rick dropped down beside Dale’s head, holding his face between his palms as his wife called out to him desperately. “All right, just listen to my voice. Listen to me, all right? Just listen to me. All right? Okay, hold on now.” Rick pleaded. “Get Hershel!” He yelled out. “Come on Dale.” I cried as Andrea dropped down beside me. “Hang on Dale.” She cried out with me, as she grabbed his hand. “Oh god.” Glenn cried when he had realised what was happening. “Get Hershel NOW!” Rick had called out once more, this time turning and looking at everyone. “Dale look at me, come on, look at me.” Andrea pleaded. “We’re getting you help Dale.” I nodded with her. Dale glanced between us all, eyes wide and silent, Chest covered in blood, as he spoke thus all in his mind. “What happened?” Hershel called as he ran onto the scene. Daryl pulled me away from Dale so Hershel could get closer to Dale, moving my jacket to view his wounds. Daryl turned me around in his arms and he moved my arms around his neck, my blood-soaked hands held up behind his head as I sobbed Into his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles into my back. “What can we do?”Rick asked as Hershel inspected Dale.

“Dale, it's gonna be okay.” Andrea cried. “Can we move him?” Rick asked.

“He won't make the trip.” I heard Hershel speak. “You have to do the operation here.” Rick answered pausing. “Glenn, get back to the house.” Rick continued, sending the order.

“Rick!” Hershel cut him off. The sobbing grew louder as time ricked by. Rick had yelled out. “No!” I could hear Dale begin to groan in pain, the initial shock wearing off. I turned briefly, majority of my face still buried in Daryls chest as the tears cascaded freely down my face. “He's suffering.” Andrea cried out. “Do something!” She yelled. “Come on.” She begged.

“Oh, God.” I began to cry harder as Rick pulled his gun out, raising it above Dale’s head. I watched as Dale nodded in approval through my tears. Rick had stood there for a moment, hesitation clouding his movements. Daryl took a step forward, gently helping me kneel with Andrea, who’d turned and embraced me when she’d realised.

I watched Daryl kneel down, the gun a few centimetres from Dales skull. I lowered my head onto Andrea’s shoulder as Daryl nodded at me.

“Sorry, brother.” He spoke gently. I jumped as the gunshot echoed beside me. Andrea and I began to sob harder as he held each other, as the sounds of Dale’s pain induced groans halted. The rest of the group became quiet, other than the occasional sniffle from Maggie and Patricia, or the sounds of Carl’s hiccups. I could feel Daryl’s hand gently rub my shoulder as we all fell into silence.

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you belong with me

song inspired au

genre: fluff and a tiny bit of angst (i think)

pairing: jaehyun x reader

you’ve been neighbors with jaehyun for as long as you remember yet you haven’t talked to him unless your mother told you to return dishes or when you went over to babysit his younger brother. also your bedroom was coincidentally right across his so he could see into your bedroom and you to his. you stare off into his bedroom until he walks over to his window and sees you staring. eyes wide, you quickly crouch down and peek your head to see if he was still there. as you look at him, he waves at you and you ashamedly wave. you sink back down the wall until you hear your mom call you down.

“yes mom?” you ask as you walk down the stairs. “don’t forget that you have to go babysit the jung’s youngest at three till nine today.” you nod your head and kiss your mom on the cheek before she leaves for work. because your mom is a nurse, she rarely has time to rest so you set out to finish chores before her shift ends. grabbing the trash bag, you walk outside to your trash bin. as you start to walk back inside, you notice a girl standing at your front door.

“hello?” you cautiously ask her. she scoffs and looks at you up and down, “so you’re the slut that jaehyun keeps ditching me for.” you stare at her wide eyed. “uhm-“ you stand speechless. “uhm. excuse me but i don’t know who you are but jaehyun lives in that house not here.” she stands there wide mouthed before apologizing and running over to jaehyun’s house with red cheeks. you stand flabbergasted for about five minutes before walking back into the safety of your house. you walk up to your room and go to lay on your bed but get met with the familiar face of jaehyun and the girl. you could see them yelling at each other when you realized that his little brother was home while his mother was not.

you quickly run out of your house and ring the doorbell obnoxiously to get their attention. jaehyun opens the door with a huff.

“i was thinking about taking jisung early today?” he nods as jisung walks over to you and you hold his hand while walking to your house.

by the time jisung had fallen asleep in your bed, you could see jaehyun fall face first into his bed. you both make eye contact through your windows and you grab your notebook before writing, “you good?”

he struggles to find a notebook in his room before writing, “she was a fighter.”

you laugh before continuing, “jisung fell asleep and i’m going to make dinner, do you want to come over?” he nods and makes his way over to your house.

while you cook dinner, you both talk about prom which was slowly approaching. “so who are you taking to prom?” you ask him. “well i was going to take jessica, you know the girl from earlier, but she had trust issues so i’m not sure.” you chat for a while until you both finish dinner. you bring jisung down and hand him to jaehyun before the two brothers walk to their own home.

as months went on, the harder you fell for jaehyun while he kept on bringing girls home. you continued to talk to him and writing messages to each other. one night, while you were both writing to each other, you felt the confidence to finally write, i love you.

he wrote, “so i still don’t have a date to prom.”

“me two.” you frown. as you pull out your paper that says, “i love you”, he texts away on his phone until he excitedly writes something.

“JESSICA AND I ARE GOING TO PROM!” he shows enthusiastically. you smile sadly before giving him a thumbs up and go to close your blinds. you look at your paper before ripping it out of your notebook, crumpling it up and throwing it away.

jaehyun wondered about your sudden coldness but shrugged it off because of his sudden rush of euphoria.

one time, you were dancing and lip syncing to music playing on your speaker not knowing jaehyun was watching. another time, you sat on the bench in your front yard when jessica pulled up and jaehyun got into her car while you pretended to ignore it.

you think in your head while you sigh, “you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town. but i haven’t seen it since she brought you down. what are you doing with a girl like that?” as you walk into your house, you continue thinking, “she’s cheer captain and i’m on the bleachers. dreaming bout the day when you find that what your looking for has been here the whole time.”

by the time of prom eve, you had to babysit jisung because his mom had gone on a business trip for one night. you go over to their house and ring the doorbell. the door gets answered by jaehyun and you don’t match eyes with him. jisung runs up to you and you hug him with a smile. he drags you to the coach before sitting you down and cuddling up into you while you watched tom and jerry. after about thirty minutes, jaehyun comes to sit next to you, “do you have a prom date y/n?”

you shake your head but get up to tuck jisung into his bed. after tucking him in, you stand at their front door and wave goodbye to jaehyun.

by friday night or prom night, you sit on your bed debating on whether to go to prom or not. jaehyun walks to his window before writing, “you coming?” you sigh and shake your head, “probably not.” your frown replicates his. “wish you would.” while he walks out of his room with his prom suit on.

after an hour passes, you say screw it and throw on your prom dress before going to drive to your high school. as you walk through the crowd, they split as everybody’s eyes stay focused on the girl that everybody didn’t even notice. you make eye contact with jaehyun as his eyes scan you up and down. you pull out a paper that says, “i love you.” as jaehyun reads the words, he reaches into his jacket pocket pulling out a sheet of paper as well that read, “i love you.” you both walk up to each other as he plants his lips on yours while jessica has a fit in the background and it felt all to surreal for you.

you both breathe out after releasing and jaehyun starts, “y/n, i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry and I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams. I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.” you smile before burying your face into his neck.

“baby you belong with me.”

a/n: so sorry about not updating mouth breathers but it’s coming soon so please keep looking forward to it!

song: you belong with me - taylor swift

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