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[xneens]

golf lesson

you distract rafe during a golf lesson.

"How important is winning this bet with your brother for you?" Rafe asked, watching as you hit the ball right into the lake, the ball nearly hitting a duck.

You glance at him, biting your lip. "Am I that bad?"

He turned to look back at the holes on the grass where you had hit your club, the iron kicking up the freshly mown grass rather than the ball on the tee. The blond bites back his smile, turning back at you, shrugging. "No, you're doing great, baby."

Groaning, you lean against your golf club, annoyed and frustrated. "Ugh, how am I so bad at a game old men play? This is humiliating."

Rafe had spent the whole afternoon trying to teach you how to golf after making a bet with your brother you could win a round with him. The prize: a few weeks in Greece that your parents would fully fund. And you wanted to play your Mamma Mia fantasies this summer, even if you had to listen to your boyfriend teach you all the mechanics of the most boring sport ever.

However, it did have some pros, one of them watching how Rafe's arms flexed when he swung the club, the way his white polo shirt fit him, the way he drove the golf club. It was a wonder how you were able to focus on his presence so close to you.

Rafe chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. He presses a kiss on your shoulder, his chin resting on it. "It's a stupid sport, don't get discouraged. And with me as a coach, you'll be the best."

You turn to glare at him, annoyed at how he babied you, knowing full well there was little to no hope with your golf skills. "You're mocking me."

"No, no, I would never." he smiles softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "We just need to practice a little more. You're good at everything, I'm sure you'll be good at this, too."

Rolling your eyes, you huff, thinking about all the balls you had lost in the past hour alone. Rafe had to go back to the country club multiple times to grab another pack of golf balls, a smirk slapped on his face every time he came back with a new pack.

"This is hopeless." you groaned dramatically, throwing Rafe another glare as he laughed.

He wraps his arms around you, setting you up for another swing. "Here, let me teach you the proper technique and posture so you hit the ball where you want it to go, yeah?"

"Fine," you grumbled, biting back a smirk as Rafe's hands traveled down your body, hands gripping your waist.

"Make sure your body is turned to face the ball." Rafe murmurs in your ear, positioning your hips. His fingers trail softly up your body, your tennis dress riding up slightly at the movement. "Yeah, just like that."

You giggle softly as arch your back, shifting your legs slightly to grind your ass up against Rafe's crotch, smug at how quickly he froze. "Am I doing it right, Rafey?"

Despite how you hated the stupid nickname, you'd use it whenever you wanted something from him, something he couldn't help give you every time you asked. You'd also use it when you teased him with it, almost like a secret word to hint you wanted him without others knowing.

"Yeah, yeah. Doing great, baby. Grip the club here and here." Rafe cleared his throat. He positions your hands on the club, fingers brushing briefly against the Darry ring he had gotten you for your first week anniversary.

"Hmm, this feels right." you grin smugly, feeling his cock hardening against your ass. Gripping the club, you do a little swing, twisting your hips. "Does that look good?"

"Fuck." Rafe groans, hands tightening against your hips, pulling you up against him, his cock pressed up against your cock. His fingers play with the hem of your dress, his chin resting on your shoulder. "You always look so goddamn good."

You giggle, eyes drifting towards the group of old men a hole away from you, near enough for them to see you and Rafe, but far enough to not see how you were grinding against him. "Help me hit the ball?"

"Of course," replied Rafe, hands engulfing your own. He leads you through the motion of a swing before guiding you to hit the golf ball. With a straight swing, the club hit the ball, flying in the air for a few seconds before rolling towards the flagged hole. "Good job, baby."

With a victorious smile, you turn to look at him, dropping the club on the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Rafey. You're such a good coach."

"If I was a good coach, I wouldn't have spent half an hour searching the lake for the balls you hit in there." he teased, an arm encircling your waist. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "But I'll take the compliment."

You give him a pout, puckering up your glossed lips. "You're so mean to me, always teasing me."

"I'm sorry, baby." Rafe smirks, not sorry at all. Blue yes filled with mirth, he tilts your chin up with a finger. "Let me make up for it."

He brings his lips to yours, tongue-seeking entrance as you kiss him back. Teasingly, you bit his bottom lip gently, drawing out a soft gasp from the blond. Smiling against his lips, your hand drifts down his chest, down towards his hardening cock.

"Someone's excited." you kiss along his jaw, drawing out another small gasp from your boyfriend. Despite dating for a year, he still had the same reaction to your kisses, almost as if he was surprised you wanted to kiss him.

You squeeze his cock through his shorts, pressing your body against his, hiding the action from every golfer near you. Fingers trailing up and down the length of his cock, in a stroking motion, you bring your lips back to his, allowing Rafe's hand to grab your ass.

Rafe's hands wandered up beneath your dress and you pulled away, laughing as he dramatically groaned. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "No more kisses for you. I know you bet against me, fucker."

[phantomrose96]

Astounding. Incredible. Deeply, deeply horrifying. Incredible and it will be haunting me for at least the next 72 hours minimum. 10/10 sending it to everyone I know.

Reading the first time I fully did not register how much of a literal chekov's gun the disintegrator was. Made me think way to deeply on what is required for Danny to regenerate. Does it require at least a certain amount of flesh 'intact'? Cells? Molecules? Is it that so long as there is a single atom of his being around he will slowly and horrifically rebuild himself? What would happen if he did switch back? Would he briefly feel the incomprehensible pain of every scattered atom of his being or would it go to fast for him to comprehend the pain? Is he even able to fall unconscious when his body is injured that badly or does his being keep him awake at all costs as a self preservation method?

Anyways this is deeply terrifying and will now live happily next to Nothing Remains and Under Moonlight and all the other fan fics you've written traumatizing this poor, poor dead teenager.

(I've also spent way to long thinking about what comes after the end. What do you do with your friends exposed lung and vocal cords and mouth while he slowly regenerates? It's not like they could just leave him on the golf course screaming. But where could they put him that no one would hear? The thermos? The ghost zone? Hope that Vlad has something that could help?)

10/10 fic I'm chewing drywall thank you for writing this amazing piece!

(Prometheus)

JKDSNKJDSJKNDSJKNSD THANK YOU!!!!

I fully did not register how much of a literal chekov's gun the disintegrator was.

YEAH!!! I wanted there to be something that acted as a through-line in the story. I wanted Maddie and Jack's appearance near the end to be sudden and surprising and scary but not "out of nowhere." Carrying the gun through the story served that purpose so well because like, it's gaudy enough to capture people's attention, but it's also easily dismissed as background shenanigans... until it's not.

And the Disintegrator gets to evolve with the tone shift. It's some goofy combobulation Jack uses to blast fish out of a lake at the start. And then he tinkers with it. And it becomes this thing he can shoulder and point at Danny and draw a genuine fear response from his son (even if Jack had no intention of firing. And Danny is in no real danger) And then it becomes the thing he draws on his son with every intention of firing...

The damn thing even gets to be ripped to pieces and put back together over the course of the story. Danny brushing away loose nuts and bolts of the half-deconstructed Fenton Disintegrator while his liver stitches itself back together. But that's probably nothing :)

What is required for Danny to regenerate. Does it require at least a certain amount of flesh 'intact'? Cells? Molecules? Is it that so long as there is a single atom of his being around

YEah and this is absolutely part of the horror element to me. Danny doesn't know. He doesn't know how much is enough and how far-gone is too far gone. From my word of god, it's his ghost core that the reconstruction happens around (which is not a physical thing). So it at least means every cell is not about to spawn a new Danny (sorry no Under Moonlight angst here). But Danny doesn't know. And how can you tolerate gambling your life over and over and over with a mechanism you cannot understand?

Is he even able to fall unconscious when his body is injured that badly or does his being keep him awake at all costs as a self preservation method?

Yes. There is a ghost-amount of consciousness he's clinging to, which if he loses his grip on would result in him dying. ...Unless it doesn't. :) Danny doesn't know. Danny can't know. Danny cannot risk finding out. Because if he risks it, and he's wrong, he'll die. What's really the difference between "this will kill me" and "I THINK this will kill me, and the only way I can ever know for sure is to do it"? The difference only matters if Danny's made the decision he'd rather die.

I've also spent way to long thinking about what comes after the end

Nothing good. Nothing good. And consider how absolutely traumatizing it is for Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. They find Danny like this and they can do absolutely nothing while organs of himself scream. And this has been ~7 hours since the run in with the Disintegrator. Danny has only barely regenerated, starting from absolutely Nothing. It could be another 24 hours. Another 48. Before he's done. And he's required to stay conscious the whole time. He was desperately sleep-deprived already and now he needs to remain awake through this all because if he passes out with organs missing, he's done for. (Or he might be done for, and he cannot know for certain unless he takes that monumental gamble).

So what do Sam Jazz and Tucker even do. What do you even do? You can't leave him. God no you can't leave him. But you can't move him. You can't talk to him. You can't help him. You can't leave him. Do you sit in the snow? Do you sit for 24 hours watching screaming flesh grow back together? How ungodly long must 24 hours of that be? Will it ever stop screaming?

[rafesapologist]

the setback ─ rafe cameron; part six

summary: it's been two years since your departure from the outer banks and rafe cameron has seemingly convinced himself that he can go on with his life as if you never happened, except now more than ever his addiction is at an all time high. whether he was snorting lines of cocaine at wild parties or drowning himself in alcohol to numb the pain, rafe couldn't escape the memories of you. despite his efforts to bury his feelings, your absence lingered like a shadow, haunting him at every turn. meanwhile, you've been navigating life outside the outer banks, trying to carve out a new path for yourself. but no matter how far you've traveled, the memories of rafe cameron still linger in your heart, leaving you with a sense of unfinished business. as you find yourself facing new challenges and opportunities, you can't help but wonder if fate will eventually bring you back to the place where it all began.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of drinking

author's note: ugh i'm sorry this took longer than other chapters, i've had writer's block and i went out of town for a bit

The air was heavy with the sweet scent of freshly cut grass, mingling with the faint aroma of expensive cologne and cigar smoke. The soft thud of golf clubs hitting balls echoed across the pristine lawns of the country club, a testament to the wealth and leisure of its members. Rafe and Topper stood side by side near the practice green, their faces tense with anticipation. Topper's brow furrowed in disbelief as he processed Rafe's shocking revelation.

"You're kidding me, right?" Topper's voice carried a note of incredulity as he turned to face Rafe, his eyes widening in surprise.

Rafe shook his head, a grim expression settling over his features. "I wish I was," he replied, his tone heavy with resignation. "She's back, Topper. Y/N's back."

Topper let out a low whistle, running a hand through his hair in disbelief. "Damn, man. And here I thought life was starting to get boring."

Rafe shot him a withering look, unamused by his friend's attempt at humor. "This is serious, Topper. She's with JJ now."

Topper's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "JJ? Seriously?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Man, things just keep getting more complicated around here."

Rafe nodded grimly, his jaw clenched as he contemplated the implications of your return. The tension between them was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

Rafe's voice carried a mix of astonishment and contempt, his words punctuated by a sharp exhale. "I can't believe this. Maybank? I thought she'd have some semblance of standards."

Topper leaned back in his chair, a sly grin playing at the corners of his lips as he observed Rafe's reaction. "Come on, Rafe," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "You can't be that shocked. Her and Maybank were pretty close, even when you two were together."

Rafe's grip tightened around his glass, the knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his composure. He shot a warning glare at Topper, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt. "Doesn't matter," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "She's back now, and I'll make sure she remembers why she left in the first place."

Topper's face fell into an amused smirk, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as he leaned forward, genuinely interested in Rafe's plan. "And how do you plan on doing that?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

Rafe leaned back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he contemplated his plan. "I'm gonna rip them apart," he declared, his voice low and full of conviction. "Make them realize they don't belong together. And then, when she's finally free, she'll come running back to me."

Topper's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of awe and concern crossing his features. "That's a bold move, Rafe," he remarked, shaking his head slightly. "But I like it." Rafe's grin widened, a glint of determination shining in his eyes as he plotted his next move, ready to do whatever it takes to win you back.

Rafe's voice dripped with malice as he leaned in closer to Topper, his eyes glowing with a twisted glee. "I know exactly how to break her," he sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Things that will make her beg for me." A dark shadow passed over his face, revealing the depths of his deviousness.

Topper's deep, rumbling laugh broke the quiet air, accompanied by a sound of disbelief as he watched Rafe's playful antics. A small smile tugged at the corners of Topper's mouth as he raised his beer in a mock toast to his friend. "You never cease to amaze me," he chuckled, taking a swig from his bottle before setting it back down on the table with a thud. "Cheers to you, man," he added with a grin.

As Rafe's lips curled into a sly grin, the dim lights of the country club reflected in his eyes, illuminating the spark of determination within. With a confident nod, he raised his beer to his lips, savoring the crisp taste as it invigorated him for what was to come. In that moment, the chatter of the club faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic thumping of his own heartbeat, pulsing with anticipation. With every sip, he felt the weight of his intentions settle upon his shoulders, yet it only fueled his resolve further.

As his gaze drifted into the distance, his mind danced with visions of strategy, each step meticulously planned to achieve his desired outcome. In the hushed atmosphere of the club, Rafe was a portrait of determination, ready to embark on a journey that would test the limits of his calculations and potentially change everything.

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As you sat in the room, the silence enveloped you like a thick fog, muffling the outside world and amplifying the cacophony within your mind. Hours seemed to pass unnoticed, each moment stretching into eternity as you grappled with the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you.

The room itself was a stark white canvas, its walls bare save for a single window that cast a pale light upon the floor. The air was still and heavy, charged with an electric tension that seemed to hum beneath your skin. And there you sat, a fragile figure perched upon the edge of the bed, lost in a sea of thoughts and memories.

The sight of Rafe, after two long years of absence, had struck you like a bolt of lightning, igniting a storm of memories that threatened to consume you whole. You couldn't help but replay moments shared with him, each one a vivid tableau painted in shades of joy, longing, and heartache.

With a heavy heart, you pulled your legs up to your chest, seeking solace in the familiar embrace of solitude. Your mind raced, flickering between moments of happiness and pain, uncertainty and yearning. It was as if time had folded in on itself, trapping you in an endless loop of what-ifs and regrets.

As you stared blankly at the wall before you, the weight of those memories pressed down on you like a leaden blanket. Each image, each whispered conversation, etched itself into your mind with painful clarity, refusing to be ignored or forgotten.

Lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store. Would you find the strength to confront the ghosts of your past and move forward, or would you remain forever trapped in the shadows of what could have been?

The weight of guilt settled heavily upon you, a silent burden that threatened to suffocate you with its crushing embrace. It wasn't just the encounter with Rafe that had shaken you to your core; it was the raw intensity of the emotions it had dredged up from the depths of your soul.

Your friends, ever perceptive, had noticed the shift in your demeanor, the subtle changes in your laughter, the haunted look in your eyes. Among them, JJ had been the most attentive, his concern a constant presence in the background of your days. He tried to coax you out of your shell, offering small gestures of kindness and understanding, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to reach the depths of your turmoil.

And it pained him, more than he dared to admit, to see you struggling beneath the weight of your own emotions. He longed to chase away the shadows that haunted your every step, to wrap you in his arms and shield you from the storm raging inside your heart. But try as he might, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something more, something hidden beneath the surface, that eluded even his keenest gaze.

The sound of a timid knock echoed through the room, jolting you out of the labyrinth of your thoughts. With a furrowed brow and a racing heart, you turned your gaze towards the door, a sliver of curiosity piercing through the veil of your reverie. "Who is it?" you called out, your voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and intrigue.

A familiar voice, soft and gentle, floated through the wooden barrier, carrying with it a sense of warmth and familiarity that washed over you like a gentle tide. "It's me, JJ," came the whispered reply, so quiet that it was almost lost amidst the rustle of the wind outside.

With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself off the bed, the weight of uncertainty settling like a leaden cloak upon your shoulders. With hesitant steps, you made your way to the door, your hand trembling as you reached out to grasp the handle. As you pulled it open, a rush of cool air swept into the room, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and sea.

Standing before you was JJ, his features bathed in the soft glow of twilight streaming through the window. His eyes, pools of deep blue, held a silent question, a silent plea for understanding that tugged at the strings of your heart. And as you met his gaze, a fragile connection blossomed between you, fragile yet unbreakable, binding you together in a silent embrace.

For a moment, you stood there, locked in a silent tableau, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. And as the seconds stretched into eternity, you realized that sometimes, the greatest truths lie not in what is said, but in the silent spaces that linger between the words.

With a faint smile, you welcomed him into the room with a soft "Hey, come in," stepping aside to allow him entry. JJ nodded his thanks and crossed the threshold, his steps carrying him towards the edge of your bed where he settled himself down, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of concern and affection.

"You haven't left your room all day, Y/N," His soft voice pierced through the silence that had consumed your room all day. You couldn't bring yourself to leave, the weight of your thoughts chaining you in place. Your hand trembled as he reached out to gently grasp it, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine and grounding you in the present amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

As you lowered yourself onto the bed beside him, the mattress dipped slightly under your weight. You turned to face him, his eyes speaking volumes of unspoken worry and concern. A silent plea hung heavy in the air between you, his gaze searching yours for answers.

"I know," you murmured, barely above a whisper as you struggled to find words to express the turmoil within. "It's just… being back here again, it threw me off more than I thought it would."

JJ's sigh echoed softly in the room, a somber melody that underscored the weight of your shared emotions. He sensed the unspoken truth lingering beneath your words - the invisible thread tethering you to Rafe's memory and tugging you back into the tumultuous waters of your past.

"I understand," JJ murmured, his voice tinged with empathy and apprehension. He knew how much this encounter with Rafe had affected you, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and leaving you adrift in uncertainty. But despite the storm raging within you, JJ remained steadfast in his resolve to be your anchor - guiding you through the tempest with unwavering support and love.

"I'm here," he reassured you, his words a gentle promise woven with sincerity. "I won't let you give up like this." His declaration hung in the air, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness threatening to consume you.

But even with JJ's unwavering support, you couldn't help but feel like your past was haunting you after coming back to this island. You spoke quietly, barely above a whisper, struggling to put your feelings into words.

JJ's heart ached at the vulnerability in your voice as he reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the swirling currents of your emotions.

"What do you mean, Y/N?" he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with concern. He leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours for any hint of what you were feeling.

"I just don't feel like I'm half the girl you think I am," you confessed softly, your words heavy with self-doubt.

JJ's confusion only added to the weight of your emotions, making it harder to articulate your feelings. "What are you talking about, baby?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words. "I've done things that were wrong, Jay," you admitted, each word feeling like a jagged edge tearing at your soul. "And… I ran away from this island just to escape my own problems. That wasn't okay." Your voice wavered as you spoke, the weight of your confession hanging heavily in the air. You felt exposed and vulnerable - but also relieved to finally have someone know the truth.

A somber expression enveloped JJ's features as he listened to your words. "If this is about Rafe and what happened between us when you were seeing him, that was well over two years ago, Y/N," he gently reassured you. "You can't punish yourself for whatever you did in the past, and besides, you two were broken up." His voice carried a comforting tone, laced with understanding and empathy, as he tried to ease the weight of your guilt.

JJ's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of compassion and contemplation as he searched your face for the right words. For a moment, silence hung heavy between you, the weight of your question lingering in the air. Finally, JJ spoke, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Y/N, forgiveness isn't about deserving or not deserving. It's about understanding and moving forward," he said, his tone carrying a depth of sincerity. "And if it were me… I'd like to think I would have found a way to forgive you."

Although he was sincere, you responded with a dry, non-humored laugh. "You would've hated me, JJ. You and I both know that."

JJ reached out, gently cupping your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "I could never hate you, Y/N," he said softly, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "No matter what you think you've done, I'm always going to love you."

As you sought solace in JJ's comforting presence, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swept through your mind. The echo of past grievances against Rafe clashed with the unexpected empathy that stirred within you upon seeing him again.

In the quiet depths of your soul, doubts danced like shadows, casting uncertainty over your hardened resolve. Could you truly unshackle yourself from the chains of resentment that bound you to the past? Each word JJ spoke, laced with conviction and forgiveness, tugged at the fragile threads of your resolve, threatening to unravel the carefully woven tapestry of your anger.

Yet, amidst the tumultuous storm of emotions, a flicker of compassion ignited within you. The vulnerability in Rafe's gaze, a stark contrast to the arrogance you once knew, pierced through the armor around your heart. It was a silent plea for understanding, a beacon of humanity in a sea of animosity.

With a heavy heart and a tentative smile, you attempted to convey to JJ the semblance of acceptance he sought. But deep within, the embers of resentment still smoldered, casting a shadow of doubt over the possibility of forgiveness.

"I've always loved you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with a depth of emotion that resonated deep within you. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, you felt a sense of belonging that transcended words.

With a forced smile, you gazed into JJ's eyes, hoping he wouldn't see through the facade you had carefully crafted. "I love you too, Jay," you repeated, the words hollow and empty, yet spoken with a practiced ease that belied the turmoil raging within. As you spoke the words, you hoped they would serve as a shield, deflecting the raw emotions that threatened to engulf you both. You wanted to believe them, to convince yourself that everything was fine, but deep down, doubts gnawed at the edges of your consciousness.

JJ's soft smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty passing over his features before he cleared his throat and spoke up again. His words hung in the air, laden with a sense of hesitation that caught your attention.

"Oh, I also forgot to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension, "I got us our jobs back at the golf course."

"You did what?" Your eyes widened in horror, and you shot up from the bed so fast it almost made JJ flinch. The words hung heavy in the air, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. Working at the golf course meant revisiting a part of your past you had worked so hard to leave behind. It was a place filled with memories - both good and bad - that still had the power to shake you to your core.

JJ's expression softened as he watched your reaction, his own uncertainty reflecting in his eyes. He knew how difficult this news was for you, but he also believed that facing your fears head-on might bring some closure.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm. "I thought it might be good for us, you know? To get back into the swing of things."

You took in a deep breath as you paced the floor, trying to collect your thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "Well, when are we supposed to start, JJ?" you asked, your voice tinged with apprehension.

JJ scratched the back of his head nervously, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting yours. "Uh, tomorrow," he replied, his tone hesitant. "I know it's a lot to take in, but I thought we could use the distraction, you know?"

You scoffed in disbelief as you continued pacing the bedroom, shaking your head continuously as you confronted your boyfriend. "I can't believe you did this, JJ. We could've gotten a job anywhere, and you chose the golf course?"

JJ seemed taken aback by your outburst, shifting uncomfortably under your gaze. "Why are you so upset about working there? Is it because of Rafe?" he asked cautiously, his brow furrowing in concern.

You paused, feeling a surge of anger and frustration at the mention of Rafe's name. Turning on your heel to face JJ, you felt your heart pounding with intensity. "I can't believe you'd say that, especially after the conversation we just had," you exclaimed, your voice laced with a mix of disbelief and disappointment.

JJ's jaw dropped as he looked up at you, his brows furrowing in confusion and frustration. "Well, it's not a far-fetched guess, Y/N!" he exclaimed, his tone edged with frustration. "I mean, why else would you care so much about working there?"

Your voice rose with frustration as you confronted JJ, the pent-up emotions finally boiling over. "Why do you think everything is about Rafe?" you exclaimed, your tone edged with exasperation. "Maybe I didn't like working there, or maybe it's because I fucking outgrew the place when we stopped working there two damn years ago, JJ!"

JJ's eyes widened in surprise at the intensity of your words, his expression shifting from confusion to realization. "Y/N, I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to assume..."

You shoved his hand away, a pang of hurt flashing across JJ's features as he watched you withdraw. "Look, I'm not doing this with you right now, Jay," you said firmly, holding your hands up in defense as you backed away. "I can't handle another fight or argument with anyone, especially you. I just need to be alone right now."

JJ's expression fell, the hurt evident in his eyes as he nodded silently, understanding your need for space. "Okay," he said quietly, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I'll... give you some space."

With a silent nod, you met JJ's gaze, a faint apologetic expression softening your features. Wordlessly, you turned on your heel and made your way out of the bedroom, the weight of the unresolved tension heavy on your shoulders. As you left JJ behind, the air between you thick with unspoken words, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt that gnawed at your conscience.

Sarah bounced up from the couch, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she eagerly awaited your response. "Hey! Guess where we are going tonight?" she chirped, her voice filled with an infectious energy that lifted your spirits.

You couldn't help but be drawn in by her enthusiasm, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watched her. "Where are we going tonight?" you asked, genuinely curious now, grateful for the distraction from your earlier argument with JJ.

Sarah's eyes lit up with excitement as she practically bounced on her feet, her smile infectious. "A party!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity, mixed with a tinge of apprehension. "But aren't we supposed to be keeping a low profile?" you questioned, furrowing your brow in concern.

Sarah waved off your concerns with a dismissive gesture, a playful smirk playing at her lips. "We'll be fine," she assured you, her tone laced with a hint of mischief.

You pondered her words for a moment, weighing the potential consequences of going against John B's wishes. The temptation of a night of carefree fun was hard to resist, and Sarah's infectious enthusiasm was even harder. "Okay," you relented, a small smile spreading across your lips as you agreed.

A squeal of delight escaped Sarah's lips as she threw her arms around you, enveloping you in a warm embrace. "Yay!" she cheered, her voice filled with joy and excitement. "This is going to be so much fun, Y/N!"

The tension eased from your body as you returned her hug, the warmth of her embrace a soothing balm on your frayed nerves. In that moment, the troubles of the past seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose.

You pulled away slightly, shooting Sarah a playful grin as you met her gaze. "Let's get ready, then!" you exclaimed, matching her enthusiasm as you grabbed her hand and led her towards the bathroom.

You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready for the party, a welcome distraction from the heaviness that had weighed on you all day. The excitement buzzed in the air, a palpable sense of anticipation building as you and Sarah prepared yourselves for the night ahead.

With each passing moment, you felt the tension and stress melting away, replaced by a sense of eager anticipation for the evening. And as the sun began to set, painting the sky in a symphony of hues, you couldn't help but wonder what awaited you at the party.

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A myriad of emotions coursed through your veins, the energy of the crowd fueling your own enthusiasm. You couldn't help but be swept up in the contagious spirit of the party, the music thrumming through your body as you swayed along to the beat.

The pulsating lights and pounding bass of the music blurred the edges of your perception, enveloping you in a euphoric haze. You moved to the rhythm with a sense of abandon, feeling the music course through your veins like a drug. Sarah danced beside you, her laughter mingling with the beat as you lost yourself in the moment, surrendering to the intoxicating atmosphere of the party.

As you swayed to the music, you leaned in close to Sarah, the excitement evident in your voice despite the cacophony around you. "I'm gonna go get another drink!" you exclaimed, your words punctuated by the pulsating beat. Sarah flashed you a thumbs up, her own energy mirroring yours as she continued dancing to the rhythm.

As you weaved through the pulsating crowd, the thumping bass reverberating through your body, you felt a surge of energy coursing through you. The dim lights danced around you, casting fleeting shadows that seemed to move in time with the music. With each step, you felt the weight of the world lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of liberation and exhilaration.

At the bar, you leaned against the counter, catching the eye of the bartender amidst the chaos. "Another round, please!" you called out, your voice barely audible above the din of the music. The bartender nodded in acknowledgment, swiftly preparing your drink as you scanned the room, taking in the sea of faces illuminated by the neon glow.

Leaning casually against the polished surface of the bar counter, you let your gaze wander aimlessly across the pulsating crowd. The flickering lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the room, painting the scene in vibrant hues that danced in time with the music. You tapped your fingers lightly against the edge of the counter, the rhythm of the song seeping into your bones as you swayed gently to its melody.

As you waited for your drink to arrive, you found yourself lost in the moment, humming along to the familiar tune playing overhead. The thumping bass reverberated through the floor, sending vibrations up your legs and into your core. It was as if the music had woven itself into the very fabric of the room, enveloping you in its infectious energy. Amidst the chaos of the party, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, a fleeting moment of tranquility amidst the frenzy. The laughter and chatter of the crowd faded into the background as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music, letting it carry you to a place of pure bliss.

With your drink in hand, you turned back towards the pulsating crowd, ready to lose yourself once again in the rhythm of the music. But as you took a step forward, your gaze lifted, and you froze in your tracks.

There, just a few feet away, stood a familiar figure, his tall stature commanding attention even amidst the throng of partygoers. Surrounded by his friends, he seemed completely at ease, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he engaged in conversation.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes with him, a rush of conflicting emotions washing over you. It was as if the chaos of the party faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in a suspended moment of recognition.

Your heart quickened its pace as you struggled to maintain your composure, your grip on your drink tightening involuntarily. Every fiber of your being urged you to look away, to flee from the intensity of his gaze. But something kept you rooted to the spot, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

In that moment, surrounded by the pulsing music and the swirling crowd, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, the pull of his presence undeniable despite the distance between you. With a steadying breath, you braced yourself for what was to come, knowing that this encounter would change everything.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him weave through the crowd, each movement drawing him closer to where you stood. The dim lights of the party cast shadows across his features, highlighting the familiar contours of his face as he neared.

Time seemed to slow as he finally reached you, his presence enveloping you in a wave of nostalgia and uncertainty. You couldn't tear your gaze away from him, captivated by the intensity of his eyes as they met yours.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" His voice broke through the haze of the party, pulling you back to the present moment. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, stirring memories of shared moments and whispered promises.

"I... I'm just here with Sarah," you replied, your voice barely audible above the music. His proximity made it difficult to focus, his presence eliciting a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within you.

He nodded in understanding, his expression inscrutable as he took in your response. "I see," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of something you couldn't quite decipher. You found yourself caught in his gaze, unable to look away as he spoke.

"Rafe... I," your words caught in your throat as you struggled to find the right thing to say. Meeting his gaze, you searched for the courage to speak, to convey the torrent of emotions swirling inside you.

"Yeah?" Rafe prompted softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.

"I'm sorry about the other day," you attempted to apologize with sincerity although your words slurred some, "it was just a shock to see you.""

You watched as Rafe's shoulders relaxed a bit, his features easing from their initial tension. "It's alright," he said quietly, his gaze softening as he met your eyes. "I guess I should've expected to see you back here eventually."

You held your silence as you peered up at him momentarily with a doe-eyed look gazing up at him, silently pleading for his forgiveness. Although the room around you was still spinning, you intently watched as his azure colored eyes flickered back and forth between yours, as if he was trying to find some truth to your words.

Rafe's expression softened further as he looked down at you, a hint of vulnerability shining in his eyes. "I've missed you," he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible over the music.

As his words hung in the air, the chaos of the party seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of suspended time. The confession tugged at your heart, stirring up feelings you had buried deep within yourself.

"I've missed you too," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. The raw honesty of the moment enveloped you both, weaving a fragile thread of connection between your intertwined pasts and uncertain futures.

Rafe reached out tentatively, his hand hovering in the space between you as if seeking permission. Without hesitation, you closed the gap, letting his fingers intertwine with yours. It felt like coming home after a long journey, a sense of familiarity and warmth flooding through your veins.

In that fleeting moment of contact, a wave of memories flooded your mind - the shared laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered promises that once filled your days with joy. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, begging to be released into the fragile space between you. Rafe's gaze bore into yours, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears as if mirroring the emotions swirling within you.

With a deep breath, you mustered the courage to break the silence that had settled between you. "I never stopped loving you," the words spilled out in a whisper, carrying a lifetime of regrets and longing.

Rafe's grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings he had buried deep within himself. "I thought about you every day," he confessed, his voice barely above a murmur.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of unspoken truths lifted off your shoulders, leaving behind a bittersweet ache for all the time lost. The music continued to play in the background, a gentle melody underscoring the intensity of the moment between you and Rafe. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you both back together, allowing a second chance at love to bloom amidst the chaos of the party swirling around you.

As you stood there, hand in hand with Rafe, the distance that had once seemed insurmountable now felt like a mere whisper of a forgotten past. The years apart melted away, leaving behind a sense of familiarity and yearning that echoed in the depths of your souls.

"I don't want to lose you again," Rafe's voice broke through the silence, his words laced with a vulnerability that pierced through your defenses. His gaze held yours, pleading for a chance to make things right, to rewrite the story that had been left unfinished between you.

In that moment, surrounded by the haunting melody of the music and the weight of their shared unspoken truths, you felt a sense of hope blossoming within you. The years of heartache and longing seemed to fade into nothingness as you found yourself gazing into Rafe's eyes, seeing the same yearning reflected back at you.

“So much has changed since I left, Rafe. I..I’m with JJ now,” A flicker of pain crossed Rafe's face at your words, his grip on your hand tightening momentarily before he forced himself to relax. "I see," he replied softly, though the turmoil in his eyes was impossible to conceal. You could sense the flood of emotions swirling beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.

As you watched Rafe struggle to maintain his composure, a pang of regret washed over you. The complexities of the situation weighed heavily on your heart, torn between the past that still held a piece of your soul and the present that offered a different kind of solace.

"I'm sorry, Rafe," you whispered, the words heavy with an unspoken apology for the wounds you had inadvertently reopened. His gaze softened as he looked at you, a mix of understanding and heartbreak clouding his features.

"It's okay," Rafe said, his voice tinged with resignation. "I should have expected as much."

The air between you grew heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, creating a rift that felt impossible to bridge. You searched for the right words to ease the tension that lingered between you, yearning for a way to mend what had been broken so long ago.

"I never wanted to hurt you," you confessed, the weight of guilt settling heavily on your shoulders. Rafe's gaze softened upon hearing your words, a flicker of empathy shining through the hurt in his eyes.

"I know," he replied quietly, his voice laced with a mixture of pain and acceptance. "We both made mistakes, Y/N. That's in the past now." Silence enveloped you once more, the weight of unspoken apologies and regrets hanging in the air like a heavy shroud. The music continued to pulse around you, a stark contrast to the stillness that had settled between you and Rafe.

"I should go," Rafe said suddenly, his voice breaking through the quiet that had descended upon you both. His fingers slipped out of yours, leaving a ghost of warmth in their wake. You watched as he turned to leave, his shoulders hunched with the weight of unresolved emotions. As he reached the doorway, he paused, his back still turned to you.

"I'll always care about you," Rafe's voice drifted back to you, heavy with emotion. And then, without another word, he was gone.

You stood there for a moment, the echo of his words ringing in your ears. The truth in them was undeniable, a bittersweet reminder of what once was between you. With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes and let the music wash over you, its melody a poignant backdrop to the ache in your heart.

As the party continued on around you, laughter and chatter filling the air, you found yourself lost in memories of a time when things had been different between you and Rafe. A time when love had bloomed instead of withered, when promises had meant something more than just words.

But now, all that was left were shattered fragments of what could have been. The weight of regret settled in the pit of your stomach as you replayed the moments of the past that led to this heartbreaking present. The music that once brought joy now felt like a cruel reminder of happier times, mocking the emptiness that consumed you.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when a familiar voice interrupted the melancholy symphony playing in your mind. "Y/N?" The voice was hesitant, almost tentative, pulling you back to reality. You turned to see Rafe standing before you, uncertainty written across his features.

"I couldn't leave without saying this," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I still love you, Y/N. Despite everything that has happened, my feelings for you never truly faded." His words hung in the air between you, heavy with raw emotion.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, emotions swirling within you like a tumultuous storm. Rafe's confession left you speechless, the weight of his words crashing over you like a tidal wave. Despite the ache in your heart, a glimmer of hope flickered within you at his declaration. You searched his eyes, seeing the genuine vulnerability and longing in them.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you both stood there, enveloped in a bubble of unresolved emotions and unspoken words. The sounds of the party faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in a world of your own making.

Finally finding your voice, you reached out a trembling hand towards him, unsure of what the future held but unwilling to let go of this fragile chance at reconciliation. "Rafe," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the music. "I never stopped loving you either."

His eyes widened in surprise, as if not daring to believe that your feelings mirrored his own. Without another word, he stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you until there was barely a breath of space separating your bodies. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the electric tension between you and Rafe.

In that moment, it felt as if all the pain and heartache of the past melted away, overshadowed by the overwhelming rush of emotion that surged through you. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a familiar yet long-forgotten sensation.

Rafe's gaze never wavered from yours as he slowly raised his hand to cup your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. Every nerve in your body tingled at his proximity, at the unspoken promise that hung in the air between you.

Without a word, you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as if savoring the feeling of his hand against your skin. It was as if the world had finally righted itself, as if all the pieces that had been scattered were falling back into place.

And in that stolen moment of quiet intimacy, with your heart beating wildly in your chest, Rafe's lips met yours in a tender yet fervent kiss. It was a merging of souls, a culmination of years of longing and regret, all encapsulated in the simple act of their lips meeting. The world around you ceased to exist as you melted into each other, the weight of past grievances lifting off your shoulders with each passing second.

As the kiss deepened, it was as if time itself had rewound, bringing you back to a place where love was pure and uncomplicated. The doubts and fears that had plagued your mind just moments ago faded into oblivion, replaced by a sense of completeness that only Rafe could bring.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, there was a softness in Rafe's eyes that you hadn't seen in years. It was a look of understanding and forgiveness, a silent promise of starting anew. "I've missed you," Rafe whispered, his voice barely audible yet filled with a depth of emotion that resonated within you. His words hung in the air, echoing the unspoken longing that had lingered between you for so long.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you searched his gaze, finding solace and hope reflected back at you. It was a moment of vulnerability and truth, where all the barriers you had built around your heart crumbled in the face of his sincerity.

"I've missed you too," you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath as if afraid to break the fragile magic that had enveloped you both.

Rafe's thumb brushed away a tear that escaped down your cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. In that simple gesture, you found a sense of peace that had eluded you for years. In the quiet hum of the night, with nothing but the soft rustle of leaves outside the window, Rafe drew you closer into his embrace. The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, chasing away the remnants of doubt and uncertainty that lingered within you.

As you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a sense of belonging washed over you. It was a feeling that transcended words, a silent understanding that had been forged through years of shared moments and untold secrets.

The sound of his voice lulled you into a peaceful state, his words echoing the unspoken feelings that lay dormant within you.

"I'm sorry," Rafe murmured, his tone laced with remorse. "For everything."

You nodded against his chest, the movement barely perceptible. "I know," you replied, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry too."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of regret and forgiveness. With the music pulsating around you, you clung to him as if afraid to let go, knowing that this was a moment you would carry with you forever.

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Hii! Can I request a Joel miller x fem!reader where Abby goes to golf town on reader instead of Joel and Joel is in Ellie’s position watching her get killed. Just utter angst💔🥲thank youuu❤️

An Eye For An Eye || Joel Miller x fem!Reader

A/N: I meant to do this from Joel's pov but somehow ended up in Reader's pov. Enjoy some death! (Also threw in a little Glenn from the Walking Dead winkwinknodnod in there, too)

Fire rained down on the infected as the people surrounding them tossed molotovs over the wrought iron gate. 

The heat of the flames bathed over their skin to push the wintery chill from their bones. 

Joel could feel your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging protectively onto him, as he slowed their horse next to Tommy’s. When your grip didn’t loosen to climb down, he gave your hand a gentle pat of encouragement.

“I don’t like this,” you whispered in his ear. There were too many people. More than you were anticipating. Large groups of strangers were never a good sign. 

His head tilted back towards you, his eyes closing peacefully at the feeling of your cold breath against his cheek, “You worry too much. We saved that woman’s life. It’s fine. We need a place to ride out the storm. Just behave yourself.”

You replied with a quiet laugh. Joel Miller was the king of worrying too much and the master of bad behavior. Who was he to tell you otherwise? 

“You’ve gone soft, grandpa. I blame Ellie,” A kiss was placed to his gray peppered beard before you jumped off the horse. There wasn’t even that big of an age gap between you two but you were still fond of the nickname, simply because it made Joel groan every time he heard it. 

Joel smiled, following you off the horse, “I blame you both. I only have this gray hair because of the shit you two put me through.” 

The moment the garage doors closed to block off the incoming swell of snow flurries, a weight of dread settled in your stomach. You ran a mittened hand over the hind haunches of your horse to wipe away some of the snow in an attempt to help soothe your unease. 

“Hey, I heard you guys saved Abby?” A short haired woman approached you with a warm, but hesitant, smile. “Thanks for bringing her back to us.” 

You looked over and did your best to flash her a smile of your own. Trust had to be built somehow. You might as well try to start here. 

“Oh, yeah. No problem.” You tugged off your mittens, stuffing them in your jacket pocket, and reached out your hand to shake.

“I’m Mel,” she spoke softly. “Nice to meet you.

You returned the greeting. She seemed nice enough. For now. First impressions meant nothing in this world. Everyone could act kind until they weren’t. You’d been fooled one too many times to take that sort of chance again. The moment she let go of the hand shake, she turned to Tommy to repeat her introductions. Your guard was on high alert, trying to take stock of anything you could use as makeshift weapons and plot the best hiding spots. 

Joel slipped his arm around your waist. He could sense your worry and pressed his lips against the side of your head, smelling your hair, as he spoke. 

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled into your hair. “Tommy and I got this covered. We’ll hang out for the night. We can take turns staying awake so someone’s always on watch. Then we’ll be gone in the morning after the storm.”

“That sounds like some famous last words,” you grumbled. 

The three of you were led into the room off of the garage. A large wooden bar sat against the wall and you took note of the half filled bottles of alcohol cluttering the surface. 

“Maybe it won’t be so bad afterall,” you nodded to the drinks, giving Joel a cheeky wink. 

He hid a smile by scratching at his beard and turning to the new people, “What are y’all doing out this way?” 

A man with a baseball cap answered, “Oh, just passing through. You three live nearby?”

Tommy took that as an invitation to invite them back home to restock their gear. As if you wanted these people anywhere near your family. 

It was clear neither party really trusted the other. There was a tension in the air as each individual tried to make sense of the other. Both parties were searching for hidden dangers. Your eyes sought out everyone, studying them, trying to find their strengths and weaknesses. It was Abby quietly conversing with another man in the corner that caused your heart rate to spike. You didn’t like the way they were whispering. From behind, you could tell her body language was tight, nervous. Your stare stayed trained on the pair as they whispered back and forth. Even as they stood quietly in the shadows, trying to appear relaxed, you could tell she was mulling over something in her head. 

Your hand found Joel’s and you gave it a small squeeze. You leaned in closer, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Maybe we’re better off risking it in the snow? We can find some place to stay that’s not here.” 

Before he could reply, Tommy was throwing around more introductions. 

“I’m Tommy,” he announced to the group. He was too calm for your liking. Too friendly. Something was wrong. This wasn’t right. They had to leave. “This is my brother…Joel. And this is his partner-”

You couldn’t hear his introduction of you. You were too busy watching the change in Abby. The entire room fell silent. Her shoulders tensed. Her jaw tightened, flexing subtly as she ground her teeth together. Her back straightened up to attention and she shifted the shotgun in her hands.

You knew it the second Joel did. 

This was bad. 

“Y’all act like you’ve heard of us or somethin’,” he muttered, trying in a last ditch effort to soothe out the peace. His arm instinctively pushed you protectively behind him just as gun shot rang out. 

“That’s because we have,” Abby said as the trigger was pulled. 

You let out a scream of terror, watching Joel yell in pain, his leg shooting out from under him, and tumbling to the ground. 

“Joel!” You collapsed down to his side, throwing your body protectively over his head to block him from any more bullets. 

“No!” Tommy shouted. 

Two men were on him before he could even move. They pinned his arms down, throwing him back against the bar, and struggled to hold him steady while he thrashed wildly against them. You couldn’t help him. You refused to leave Joel. All you could do was watch in horror as Tommy was bashed repeatedly in the top of the head with the grip of a pistol until he went limp. You had no idea if he was dead or knocked out. Thick lines of blood trailed out from under his hairline and waterfalled down his vacant face. 

You reached for the knife hidden in your back pocket. The second someone grabbed your arms, you slashed out, making contact with someone’s cheek. 

But there were too many of them and so little of you. 

The knife was wrestled out of your grasp. You were being dragged away from Joel with two men clamping down tightly to your arms and throwing you up against a window. The back of your head bounded against the glass pane causing a shooting pain to ricochet through your brain. 

“No!” You could hear Joel cry, his voice deep with worry. “Get off her! Don’t fucking touch her!”

He struggled to get up but his leg was useless under him. Blood spurted from his thigh and soaked into his tattered jeans. He tried to take down the person closest to him but all it took was a bullet whizzing by your left ear, instantly deafening that ear, and shattering through the window behind your head for him to stop. 

The howling wind burst through the broken, jagged hole to swirl snow around the room. The cold caught in your lungs, mixing with your panic, to make it difficult to breathe. You gasped for air, eyes watering, as you stared helplessly back at Joel. The look of anguish you found staring back at you was enough to break your heart. He knew you had been right. He knew he should have listened. They couldn’t trust these people. He knew. 

But it was too late. 

It took two men to pin his arms up against the back wall as if they were about to crucify him. His ragged, angry breaths filled the room to meld together with the howling wind. 

“Don’t hurt her,” he panted out with a hiss of pain. “Don’t hurt her. Me. Hurt me. Not her.” 

It was hard to hear him. You reached your hand up to cup over your left ear where the bullet had shot past. You could feel the stickiness of blood leaking from your burst eardrum. Subtly, you tilted your right ear towards him so you could better understand what they were saying. 

Abby had leaned down in front of him. She was breathing nearly as heavily as he was. Fury etched into her every crease and a burning hatred scalded Joel in her sights. 

“Joel Miller,” she whispered. Not asking. Not confirming. A statement.

“Who are you?” He shot back. 

“Guess.” 

Your eyes slipped close with dread. You knew Joel had no idea who this woman was. Joel’s past was filled with all colors of evil. She could have been anyone. It didn’t matter who she was or what Joel had done to her. Everything he’s ever done to survive, every horror, every act of ruthless murder would be flashing before his eyes right this very moment. He could pick any one out at random and it would be enough for someone to want revenge. He didn’t care who she was. She had her reasons and she was probably right for wanting his life. His past was bound to catch up to him eventually. He was just sad you had to be here to bear witness to his end.

The resignation you saw settle slowly onto his face was enough to push the tears stifled in your eyes down your cheeks. 

“Why don’t you say whatever speech you got rehearsed and get this over with,” he spat out at her with a scowl. “I’m the one you want. Neither of them ever did anything to you. They’re innocent and deserve to live. Kill me and be done with it.”

“No!” You cried, begging them for his life. “No! Please. Please. I need him. Please. Don’t do this.” 

Joel turned to your cries and gave you a half hearted smile. If they killed him, the one they were clearly looking for, then there was a chance that you could go free. If there was a chance to save you, he would take it. Always. 

Abby took notice of the look on his face when he stared back at you. She turned between the two of you and a dark smile grew across her face. She stood up, walking from Joel over to you. 

The move was all it took for Joel’s panic to immediately kick in, “Wait, stop! Leave her out of this! I’m the one you want!” 

Abby grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back to expose your neck. She leered back at Joel, “Do you love her?”

He tried to lunge forward to reach them but was held back by the men. The blood loss from his leg was making him weak. You could see the color paling from his face. His eyes were turning bloodshot. 

“Leave her alone!” He shouted, his voice coming out like a pained roar. “She didn’t do anything to you!”

Abby tossed your head back and walked over to the bag of golf clubs at your side. You watched her browse through each one before pulling out the one she wanted. She held it up to the light from the broken window to admire the view. 

“I said,” she whispered, the sound deadly. “Do you love her?”

A scream of rage ripped out from Joel’s throat, “Yes! Fuckin’ dammit, yes! I love her!”

A look of sorrow flashed across Abby’s face like she wasn’t entirely sure this was the plan she originally wanted to go through with. She down at you with regret, “Then I’m sorry to do this. It’s not your fault. But revenge is revenge. An eye for eye, if you will.” 

You swallowed, eyes widening as you stared at the end of the golf club, realizing exactly what was about to happen but being useless to stop it. 

You were not going to leave this cabin alive. 

“Joel Miller killed someone I loved,” she sighed. “I am going to kill someone he loves.” 

“No!” Joel screamed. From behind Abby, you could see him thrashing violently against the men. He caught one of their hands in his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, mauling his head to the side with a jerk, as the sound of snapping bones echoed through the freezing air. The man shouted in pain as his finger was nearly ripped straight from his hand thanks to the death grip Joel had with his teeth. 

Another gun shot rang out to silence everyone. This time it flew over Joel’s head and the bullet lodged into the back wall. 

“Enough!” Abby shouted. “Hold him down, dammit.”

“Then hurry up and get this over with!” The man standing at your shoulder yelled back. “Before he bites off more of Jordan’s fucking fingers.” 

The sound of your cracking skull was all you could hear as the club came straight down to make perfect contact with the top of your head. You hadn’t even seen her lift it over her to strike. You had been too busy trying to keep Joel in your sights.  

You slumped forward, falling onto your knees and holding yourself up with your arms. 

“Joel,” You mumbled through the delirium setting in. Your brain was rattled. Hot blood washed away your blurring vision until all you could see was red. “Joel…stay…me…with me…stay…”  

Wack. 

Crunch. 

Wack. 

Splash. 

Your breath strained in heaving, gasping wails as your brain function rapidly declined. Blood showered down around you, seemingly falling from the sky like rain drops on a dreary evening. It reminded you of the way rain clings to the leaves to roll down their waxy surface and drip in warm drops down onto your forehead. A pleasant, familiar feeling. If you looked skywards, you wouldn’t see a ceiling, but a forest canopy of wet, green leaves. 

Your arms shook under your weight to hold you up and pushed you back into a kneeling position. Your body swayed on unsteady legs, unable to focus on any one particular part of the room. The socket of your eye had been shattered. Your eye bulged in your head and hung loosely out of your skull. 

You remembered the first time you found Joel. Over a decade ago. Smuggling supplies back and forth into the Boston quarantine zone. He had hated you. Thought you were annoying and never shut up. You’d pester him with a million questions, desperate to learn all his survival techniques. Somehow he never managed to shake you from his gasp. At some point along the way, you had weaseled your way into his hardened exterior and made a home inside his heart. He could complain all he wanted. He enjoyed your company.

Crack.

Your body gave out. You slumped onto your side. 

From this position you could make out the hazy vision of Joel through your one working eye. There were tears streaming down his face. You’d never really seen him cry before. Not like this. His mouth hung open in a scream but you could no longer hear what was being said. You didn’t need to hear to know he was wailing out in agony for you. This was the kind of torture being inflicted on him that was meant to destroy his soul. This was worse than his own death. This was going to break him. 

Oh, Joel. 

He was on his stomach, arm outstretched, desperately trying to reach you. 

You remembered the late nights of sitting around a campfire, with a cup of stale, weak coffee shared between you two, out in the woods. Joel always hated campfires at night. They were dangerous, easy to be seen, but you had convinced him to give it a try just this once. Just long enough to heat up your coffee. The coffee had tasted watery and bitter but his lips tasted sweet and soft. The risk of the fire was worth watching the way the warm orange glow danced across his skin. 

Your fingers twitched out to reach for him. 

If only you could touch him. 

One last time. 

You stretched your arm as far as you could. 

Crack. 

You were reaching blindly. Both your eyes are gone now. No sounds. No sights. No pain. Only Joel.  

In the darkness, you reached for him. 

His calloused tipped fingers brushed across your bloody hand. He was only close enough for your fingertips to reach but they laced together the best you were able. 

A smile flashed onto your dying lips. 

Crack. 

You didn’t need to see him to know him. 

His face exploded behind your blinded vision to greet you in the dark. Always sweaty and covered in dirt. Salt and peppered hair. Eyebrows tugged low in a permanent frown. The slope of his strong nose. Pouted lips peeking out from under his unkempt beard. The frown lines etched into his forehead that would soften whenever he caught sight of you. The warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you safe from the chilly nights. 

His quiet whispers of “I love you” spoke into your ear when he thought you were sleeping. 

He hardly ever said those words out loud to you when you were awake but he never had to. You could see his love through his every action. 

Even now. 

His last act of love he could ever give you was to fight against his restraints and reach far enough for his fingers to graze yours. So you knew you weren’t alone. So he could keep as safe as he was physically able to. 

So he could touch you one last time. 

I love you, Joel Miller. 

Crack.

This was fun a little side step away from my usual beloved Andrew Garfield muse. I don't think I'll write for Joel much in the future. Not because I don't adore him but because I just write for a different fandom and struggle to do both at the same time. But I enjoyed a little peek into some Joel angst for my Sunday afternoon.

[topguncortez]

What to Expect | Chapter 14

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synopsis: Jake enjoys a day golfing with the guys, while you receive some shocking news.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: smut, pregnancy, cursing, questions of paternity unrequited love, fighting, mentions of blood work, mentions of abuse

“Fuck, that’s it,” Jake moaned as the grip on your hips tightened. You placed your hands on his chest to help you keep your balance as you rode him, “Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last.” 

Ever since that disastrous dinner at your parents house, you and Jake became insatiable. That night was the first night in nearly nine months that Jake had touched you like that, kissed you like that, loved you like that. He was a little scared at first, he didn’t want to hurt the baby or anything, but Doctor Miller assured you both that it was okay to have sex while this close to your due date. In fact, it might even help you deliver on time. 

“Jake,” You cried out, feeling his cock start to twitch inside you, “Help, please.” 

“I got you baby,” Jake answered, taking one of his hands and going in between yours and his bodies, circling your clit. You yelped at the feeling, arching your back in pleasure, “There ya go baby, I got you. Cum for me.” You nodded, not being able to think of anything as you felt your body start to shudder and spasm. Jake grunted, lifting his hips to bury himself deep within you and release his seed, “Fuck.” 

“Oh god,” You moaned, sagging forward just a bit, pressing your weight onto your hands as you caught your breath. 

“You okay?” Jake asked, running his hands up and down your back. 

“Yeah, just give me a second,” You said breathlessly, “It’s not easy riding dick at almost nine months along,” Jake chuckled and brushed a strand of hair from your face. 

“Well there aren’t many positions that we can do with you this far along,” Jake said, “And my dick is slipping out.” 

You chuckled as you gently rolled, with the help of Jake, onto your back, “We shall see if there will be any more sexcapades after this week.” 

You were nearing the home stretch, and you couldn’t be more happy and sad at the same time. The two of you had spent every moment that Jake was home spent working on the nursery and setting up the guest bedroom for Jake to use. Which, he had hardly been in, finding himself falling asleep in your bed most nights. He knew that this current sleeping arrangement wouldn’t last long, once the baby was here you weren’t going to want a single thing to do with him. 

“We have another appointment next week, right? The last one?” Jake asked and you nodded. 

“The grand finale,” You said and Jake chuckled. He rolled onto his side and lightly drew circles over your bump, “You know, Doctor Miller can still do the DNA test and we can-” 

Jake shook his head, “I’m not letting her stick a needle into your belly.” 

“Actually, she can do it by just taking my blood.” 

“Why are you bringing this up again? Did George say something to you? Did he threaten you?” Jake pushed himself up from the bed.

“No!” You exclaimed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, “No one said anything but Jake, if getting the test done means that this baby gets a fair shot-” 

“Why are you worried about the trust? You said you never wanted a drop of that money,” Jake looked at you confused. 

“Things change. Jake, you almost died on your last two missions that I know about. And who knows how many other times,” You said and Jake’s eyes softened. He sat back down on the bed next to you and cupped your cheek. 

“If something happens to me, you and her will be taken care of, without the Seresin trust,” Jake answered, “I have things in place already to make sure that you will never have to worry if I’m gone. So please, for the love of God, can we just drop this?” 

You nodded and Jake smiled. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. On top of your due date being soon, Jake’s birthday was also approaching. He was going to be turning the big three-oh, and you wanted to do something to celebrate. Jake argued that he was fine getting drinks at the Hard Deck with you and the daggers, but you were not about to let that slide. Turning thirty and becoming a father in the same year was a big deal, and you were going to make it one. 

“Hey, what are you thinking?” Jake asked, running his hand over your bump. 

“Your birthday.” 

“No.” 

“You are turning thirty! We are celebrating!” 

“Yeah, and we might have a baby by then,” Jake said, placing a kiss on your belly and you giggled at the feeling, “Seriously, nothing big.” 

“Can I get you a cake?” 

“I’ll allow a cake. Only! If it’s cinnamon shortcake,” Jake kissed your cheek before getting out of bed. It was Saturday and the only thing he had on the agenda was going golfing with Dylan, Rooster, Bob, Maverick and Iceman. Sarah and Phoenix were coming over to help you work on thank-yous from the shower and finish decorating the nursery.  

You pushed yourself up from bed, feeling babygirl move around in your belly. You found your sleep shorts that had been taken off by Jake and slipped them back up your legs, before sliding on one of his old academy t-shirts. It seemed like most days you were wearing shorts and one of Jake’s t-shirts. You swore to yourself that next time you had a baby you were getting pregnant during the summer. Being heavily pregnant in the heat of the summer in California was something you did not want to endure again. 

That was another thing you had thought of recently, was what would happen next with your family. You had never just wanted to have one child, you didn’t want them to grow up as an only child. You loved your siblings, and you loved how big your family is. Even though you don’t always get along with them, you couldn’t imagine a life without them. You wanted your child to have the same thing, but how was the question. Would you find someone else to marry and have children with? Would they accept this baby as their own? Or maybe, would you have another one with Jake? Or did Jake even want more than one? They were all questions that kept you up at night. 

“You must really be in thought today,” Jake said, walking back into your room dressed in khaki shorts and a pink polo. Pink was really his color, it made his eyes stand out even more. You wondered if your baby would have his green eyes or the same blue eyes that ran in your family, “Hello? Earth to Y/N?” 

“Sorry,” You said, shaking your head and looking at him, “Got a lot on my mind.” 

“Well, can I help you think some of it through?” 

You bit your lip, running everything through your mind again and then said: “No. It’s nothing you can help with,” You gave him a small smile. He nodded and kissed your forehead. 

“Well, don’t think too much while I’m gone,” He said. 

“I’ll try not to. And don’t get mad at Bob, you know he can’t golf,” You said and Jake chuckled. 

“Thank god he can fly better than he can hit a golf ball.” 

You walked Jake to the front door, and stood on the porch as he pulled out of the driveway and left to go get Rooster. You sighed and headed back inside, going to make yourself some tea before your mother and Phoenix came over. You couldn’t wait for the day that you could start drinking coffee again. Every morning Jake brewed himself a fresh pot, almost as if he were mocking you in some way. The smell was intoxicating and all you could do was sit at the breakfast table and watch it drip and fill the pot. 

While you waited for the kettle to come to a boil, you looked through the stack of mail that was on the table. Most of it was bills for the house and from the doctor. You and Jake had agreed to split the cost of the prenatal care 50/50, since you weren’t technically on his insurance plan. You tossed most of the mail to the side, besides bills it was mundane things you didn’t really care about. Except for one white envelope with your name on it. 

‘Y/N KAZANSKY

PATERNITY DNA RESULTS’ 

Your heart started beating rapidly in your chest as you looked at the envelope. The sound of the kettle ringing brought you out of your trance, and you stuffed the letter into the pocket of your cardigan, and went to tend to the kettle. 

Despite Jake telling you to not get the test done, you had it done anyway. You really had no plans on telling him, but slowly the guilt of going against what he wanted was starting to eat at you. At first, you had the test done to prove George Seresin wrong, and to have it on file in case Jake were to change his mind. You weren’t going to have Doctor Miller send you the results, but then you changed your mind. But now, as they were here in your house, in your hands, you suddenly regret getting the test done at all. Jake trusted you, and you knew that he would love this baby no matter what that piece of paper said. You knew that you should just throw the envelope away, tear it up and shred it. But a voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing that. So instead you tucked the envelope away in your sock drawer. 

— — — 

Jake used to hate the game of golf. His father loves it and would spend hours at the golf course or driving range. Hell, he spent hundreds, maybe even thousands a year on tee fees, golf lessons, buying expensive clubs and playing at some of the top golf courses in Texas. Occasionally, George would bring Jake along, only when it would benefit him. Before Jake got into the academy, George took Jake on a golf outing with the dean of students, the athletic director and the head coach of the UT football team to try and win them over. Jake thought it was the dumbest thing ever and did everything in his power to make himself look like a fool. George was furious that night and took it out on Jake. The next day at school Jake told everyone that he fell from his horse and that’s what caused the black eye and split lip. 

But now, as Jake was older and actually had people that he enjoyed being with, he found solace in the game of golf. Even though three out of the six of them could never hit the ball entirely straight. He was still in good company which made it all the more fun. Currently, he was standing behind the tee box watching Bob calculate his shot and line up his driver with the ball. Bob had never golfed before he started golfing with them, and it was obvious. Jake thought Rooster had a bad swing since he still had that baseball swing in him, but seven out of nine holes someone was yelling “fore!” when Bob was up to tee. 

“What are the girls doing today?” Rooster whispered to Jake. 

“Finishing the nursery,” Jake answered, “Y/N said I don’t have the feminine touch so I am not needed. Phoenix and Mrs. Kazansky are over.” 

Rooster chuckled to himself, “She settled on a theme?” 

Jake nodded, “Farm theme. Don’t ask me why, but there’s a giant picture of a baby cow hanging over her crib.” 

You had found said picture at Home Goods and nearly bursted out in tears at the sight. Jake, of course, had to buy it and it was the first thing ever put up in the nursery. You loved the picture and felt like it made the yellow painted room feel like home. Jake thought the picture was kind of scary with its big brown eyes staring at you. But if you loved it, then he would love it too. The nursery furniture was all a distressed light brown color, which went perfectly with the farm theme that you wanted to go with. Jake and the daggers managed to put together all the heavy stuff, now what was left was the easy decorating. 

“Has she decided on where she’s going to have the baby?” Iceman asked as Maverick took a step up on the tee box. Bob’s ball had taken a sharp left and ended up in another fareway that Dylan would have to take him searching for. 

You had told Jake from the beginning that you wanted a home birth and he respected that decision. He helped you search for good doulas and midwives in the area and settled on one together. However the two of you were yet to decide on a location. Jake wanted to go traditional and do it actually at home, but you wanted to go to your parents cabin about an hour away. 

“No,” Jake answered, “She still wants to go to the cabin but I’m not sure if she’ll make it that far. Every day she thinks the baby is coming. I’d much rather do it just right at home in the living room.” 

“Dammit!” Maverick cursed as his ball hit a tree and bounced off somewhere in the rough. 

“She’s a saint for wanting to do it unmedicated,” Rooster shook his head and stepped closer to the tee box, “I had stitches once without getting numbed and I thought I was going to pass out.” 

“It’s what she wants, and she’s determined,” Jake shrugged. He wasn’t  a fan of the home birth option at first, his anxiety gave him too much worry. What if something happened to you? What if something happened to the baby? But you assured him that everything was going to be okay. If something was wrong with either you or the baby they would send you to the hospital right away. Doctor Miller had signed off on the home birth and would be on call if anything was to take a turn. 

The rest of the afternoon went off without a hitch, well, as without a hitch as much as it possibly could. Bob nearly broke his glasses and managed to lose a whole sleeve of golf balls in the first nine holes. They all decided to call it a day early and get drinks and sit outside by the pool. The pool was busy for it being a hot day, the loud screams and laughter of children filling the air. 

“Are you going to get a country club membership now, Bagman?” Dylan asked. 

“Why? Because I’m about to be a dad?” Jake asked, taking a sip of his long island iced tea. 

“That’s exactly why,” Dylan laughed, “You and Y/N give off country club people vibes.” 

Jake chuckled and looked at the various families and children that were in the pool. He could see himself getting a country club membership. Playing golf league on tuesday nights, bringing you and your daughter to the pool on the weekends, dressing up for certain fundraising events. But while he was thinking of all of that, he also thought of his parents and how they do the exact same thing. Jake grew up going to the golf course pool on the weekends with his nanny and mother. George and Margaret were always getting dressed up to go to some fundraiser for the club, and Jake even had to be in quintillion because Margaret was one of the sponsors. He hated every single thing about growing up as a “country club kid”. 

“Well see,” Jake answered, his jaw clenching. Rooster looked at him questionably, but just shrugged and went back to talking baseball statistics with Ice and Bob. 

The sun was starting to set by the time the six of them decided to leave. They were all feeling warm not just from the alcohol but from the time spent out in the sun. Bob was sure to have a sunburn on his arms tonight, and Rooster knew he was going to have a gnarly sock tan line that might go away by next fourth of July. They all said their goodbyes, and Rooster climbed into Jake’s truck since they had driven together. His brown eyes glanced at the carseat in the back seat of the truck. He tried to ignore the pang in his heart every single time he saw it, but he couldn’t help it. 

“Think this is probably the last time I’ll see this truck this clean,” Rooster said as Jake climbed into the driver's seat. Everyone knew how anal Jake was about the condition of his truck. He treated it as if it was his baby, and cleaned it once a week, sometimes even twice if he had driven it a longer distance than just to base and back. 

“Oh, it’ll stay this way,” Jake answered back, pressing the start button, “We’ve already talked about it.” 

“You know that kids are just mess magnets,” Rooster chuckled as Jake started on the drive back to his place, “Your truck, your house, everything is about to come one giant mess.” 

“Don’t even remind me,” Jake shook his head, “My sisters houses look like permanent hurricanes. I hope with one that things won’t be as messy. Well, one for now.” 

Rooster was silent for the rest of the ride home, Jake’s comment settling in his head. He knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that, he had Noel and she was good to him. But in the back of his mind he thought that maybe just maybe there was still a chance for him and you. That maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t completely closed the door on the idea. Rooster looked up from his lap as Jake parked in the driveway, his eyes seeing the white Nissan parked behind his bronco. 

“The girlfriend is here,” Jake smirked and Rooster gave him the best fake smile he could muster. 

“Yeah, she said she’d stop by later,” Rooster unbuckled his seatbelt, “Tell Y/N I missed her today. Would rather have her as a partner than you sometimes.” 

“If you think I’m bad, wait until you play next to her,” Jake shook his head with a laugh, “She thinks she’s the next Tiger Woods, I swear.” 

Rooster smiled, knowing exactly what Jake was talking about, “I’ll see you, man.” Rooster stepped inside his house, and leaned his back against the door. He noticed Noel’s shoes by the door and knew she was probably waiting for him in his bedroom. He reached into the pocket of his khaki shorts and pulled his phone out, seeing one single text from you. 

‘Bug Kazansky: I got them back.’ 

He took a deep breath and locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket before going upstairs to his girlfriend. Tonight, he was focused on Noel, not you. As much as it hurt his heart to think about, he couldn’t spend every moment waiting for you anymore. He had guilt from what had happened between the two of you, but if you had so easily moved on and forgotten about, so could he. 

Jake parked his truck next to your car in the garage. At the old house in Lemoore, you two only had a one car garage and it was first come first serve on who got the spot. But now, there was no fighting when it came to it, and it made him feel domestic. He had basically moved in with you these past few weeks. The only time he’d really stop by his house was to get fresh clothing and to get the packages of dog food for Herc. He considered asking you if he could fully move in, but he wasn’t sure if you were ready for all of that quiet yet. He didn’t even know where you two stood as far as relationships go. Of course he wanted more with you, but he was willing to do whatever it was that you wanted. 

He could see the house was dimly lit when he arrived home. The sun was almost down, lighting the earth with a pink and purple hue. Jake stood in the driveway for a moment, soaking up the last rays of the sun before heading inside. He could hear the faint sound of Greta Van Fleet playing from upstairs and knew that you were either in the nursery or in the bath. You had been ending your days by taking a warm bubble bath partially to relieve the pain in your lower back and to help you fall asleep easier. Your insomnia has come back these last couple weeks as you got closer to your due date. 

Jake checked the nursery, not finding you but hearing the music playing a bit louder. He walked into your room, smelling the scent of your essential oils and seeing Herc laying in the doorway to the bathroom. The german shepherd had become not only your protector again, but also the protector of your unborn child. Jake would come home from work to see you napping on the couch or even sometimes asleep in bed, and Herc’s face was nuzzled into your belly. 

“Momma in there, boy?” Jake asked his dog, kneeling down to scratch under his jaw. From the reflection in the mirror, Jake could see your legs resting over the side of the bathtub. He stood up from his position and walked into the bathroom, seeing you resting your head back against the side of the tub and a wash cloth over your eyes. 

“Y/N?” He called out. 

“Hm?” You answered, removing the wash cloth and looking up at him, “You’re home.” 

“I am,” Jake answered and walked over to you. He bent down to place a kiss on your forehead, “How was your day?” 

“Tiring,” You sighed and ran your hands over your bump, “Nursery is one hundred percent complete and so are the thank you cards. We started washing all the bottles, clothes and other stuff we got, which is going to take forever.” 

“Well we got time,” Jake said leaning against the counter, “You about ready to get out?” 

“Yes,” You nodded, “Can you do me a favor?” 

“Sure.” 

“Can you get me some pajamas please?” You asked, sticking your bottom lip out, “Oh! And fuzzy socks!” 

Jake chuckled, “Of course. Be right back.” 

You nodded, and moved your hands back and forth in the warm water, “How was golf?” 

“Same as it usually is!” Jake yelled as he opened your dresser drawers, and found a pair of sleep shorts that you should hopefully be comfortable in. 

“Bob go through another sleeve of golf balls?” 

“I don’t know how he does it!” Jake said back and you giggled. A smile was brought to his face at the sound of your laughter as he found one of his old t-shirts in your drawer. 

“It must have something to do with his glasses,” You said and pushed yourself out of the tub. You grabbed your towel and dried your body off, wrapping it around you the best that you could, and then walked to your bedroom, “Maybe he just can’t see where. . .you weren’t supposed to find that.” 

Jake’s green eyes were staring down at the white envelope you had stashed away from earlier. The clothing that he had in his hands had clearly been dropped to the floor, and you could see them start to shake a bit. He looked from the letter to you, his eyes rimmed red. 

“I can explain,” You said, and took a step towards him, but he visibly took one away from you. 

“I told you I didn’t want this done!” He exclaimed, gripping the letter in his hand, “This is exactly what he wants! And you fell for his trap!” 

“It’s not just for your father,” You sighed and ran a hand over your forehead, “It’s for me.” Jake looked at you confused for a moment and then at the letter. 

“You couldn’t have done this without my DNA,” He said softly, “So unless you swabbed my mouth in my sleep or stole my kleenex, you couldn’t have-” 

“Because I didn’t use your DNA, Jake,” You said and took a deep breath, “I used. . . I asked Bradley to do the test.”

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[angel-0f-verdun]

16 Unrelenting Turmoil

Previous Chapter

As we got to the top of the stairs Ardeth set me down on a chair in the library while he went searching for gauze to wrap my hand. I smiled to myself sitting there realizing that this was where the journey had all started. Had I never worked here or Rick never been missing, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. I found myself feeling grateful that we weren’t adopted as children, who knows how I would have turned out had I grown up a socialite in America. I cringed at the thought of those dresses with corsets I had seen in the papers.

I heard some commotion near the front of the building footsteps quickly rushing through the hall. I spotted the curator come out from his office to meet the group which was most likely my brother and the Carnahans. Dr. Bay greeted them and they talked in hushed voices as Rick’s eyes caught my own noticing me. Ardeth cut off my view of him as he stepped into my line of sight. I smiled at him as he gingerly took my hand wrapping the gauze around multiple times to staunch the bleeding. He then transferred his attention to my thigh where the fabric had ripped. He looked into my eyes asking for permission to rip the fabric more. I nodded as I felt the feeling of eyes on me. He tore it, wrapping the gauze around the wound as the blood-soaked through almost immediately. 

“I thought I told you to watch her, not maim her.” I heard the accusatory voice of my brother as his heavy footsteps approached us. 

“It’s fine Rick we were playing with swords. One way to pass the time while you were off gallivanting with the others.” I said to him waving my left hand around to make a point, annoyed that he suddenly started caring about this.

“What is that?” He asked, ‘fuck’ I mentally cursed myself hoping that we wouldn’t have to have this conversation just yet. 

“It’s nothing,” I said as I placed my hand underneath the leg that Ardeth was wrapping. This caught the attention of Evy and Jon who walked up interrupting Rick’s incoming fury. Evy gave me a look of confusion and intrigue, a smile tugging at her mouth. 

“Let’s see Eris.” She said as she stood next to Rick her fingers grazing his arm. I could tell he relaxed the second she touched him. I was grateful for her presence then. Ardeth looked up at me when he had finished the wrapping. I yanked the gauze out of his grip and started to wrap his shoulder to prevent him from moving. 

“Holy smokes, look at the size of that thing. It’s like a golf ball on your finger.” I heard Jon gasp as he caught sight of the rock on my finger. I watched my husband's face seeing a smile start to form. I could tell he was delighted at the reaction.

“Oh my god, it’s absolutely beautiful, let me see,” Evy said, brushing past Rick’s shoulder and kneeling down as well. I gave her my left hand and saw Rick turn as red as a tomato. Evy noticed the wedding band, I felt her fingers move it a little. 

“You and he?” she asked with a soft smile gracing her face. I nodded unsure how to break this news to my brother. 

“I wasn’t even invited.” I heard Rick slowly put the pieces together. His voice didn’t hold a tone of anger but rather sadness. 

“She is that missing link for me as you have found with Evelyn,” Ardeth uttered, watching me entirely while he said it. I smiled at him, unable to resist him. I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a soft peck. I stood up wincing at the blood rush to my legs walking toward my brother. His eyes met mine and it looked as if he was mulling something over. 

“You never were one to take things slowly. Are you sure about this?” Rick asked me, I nodded. 

“Alright, Ardeth, welcome to the chaos.” He said as he walked over to hug the man. As he did I saw Ardeth wince as his shoulder got the brunt of it. When Rick let go he chuckled a bit, 

“Watch out for her, she’ll annihilate you with swords… But it seems you’ve already figured that out.” He said. 

“Yes, a butcher taught her how to fight, not a swordsman.” He repeated the words he had told me just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, what was his name again Eris? Gary? It was some weird name.” I sighed as he kept the conversation going. I wanted to get off the topic.

“Geralt.” I said shortly, Evy knew what I was talking about as her head spun toward me with wide eyes. She cleared her throat, regaining her composure. 

“Yeah, that was it… I seem to remember--” Rick kept going as I gave Evy a look, she elbowed him in the ribs to get him to stop talking. 

“What was that for?” He grumbled looking down at Evy next to him. 

“We really should get started on finding out where the golden book is.” She said as she spun around and started walking towards the stairwell. 

“Sorry? What gold book?” I asked her as Ardeth and I followed the group up the stairs with the curator leading us toward the room that held the tablet sitting at the top of the steps. 

“Well, according to legend the black book that the Americans found at Hamunaptra is supposed to bring people back from the dead. Until now it was a notion I was unwilling to believe” Evy explained.

“Well believe it sister, that's what brought our buddy back to life,” Rick told her with a scoff in his voice as we made it to the first landing. 

“Yes, and I’m thinking if the black book can bring dead people to life…” Evy started her thought. 

“Then maybe the gold book will kill him.” Rick finished her sentence. 

“That’s the myth. Now, we just have to find out where the gold book is hidden.” Evy explained as we reached the second floor. 

“Imhotep” I could hear the chanting start outside. 

“What’s that?” I asked them unsure what to expect when we left the safety of the museum. Evy turned around away from the tablet to look out the window. 

“Last but not least, my favorite plague, boils and sores.” Jon morbidly breathed out. 

“They have become his slaves. So it has begun, the beginning of the end.” Ardeth said his hand slipping into mine. 

“Not quite yet it hasn’t. Come on.” Evy replied to everyone determined to get us out of this mess. She ran quickly back to the tablet as I eyed the crowd forming outside. I squeezed Ardeth’s hand as I moved quickly back down the stairs ignoring the pain that spread through my leg. 

“Where’re you going?” I heard Rick ask looking down at me over the railing with Ardeth. 

“To get a sword. We won’t be able to shoot our way out of this.” I told him as I continued on my mission. Ardeth nodded at me but I could tell he wasn’t happy to let me go alone. My legs carried me toward the path that Ardeth had led me down to the basement.

The air turned cold as I rushed through the storage area towards where the concrete turned to sand in the training area. I ran to the wooden stand and reached for the sheath strapping it to my back, then grabbing the sword that I had used not long ago to prove my skill to my husband. Just as I was about to sheath it my eyes flickered to Ahmanet hiding in the shadows of the room near the wall. Not wanting to confront the demon standing in front of me I turned on my heel trying to escape from her foreboding presence. Before I could start a run the wind was knocked from my lungs as I felt the cold concrete of the wall on my back. I groaned as I hit the floor, she was pissed and stronger than she was before. 

“You thought you could escape me?” She muttered walking up to my curled-up body on the floor as I coughed blood coming out of my mouth. I knew immediately that I had broken a rib as it hurt to breathe. I spit the blood from my mouth grabbing a handful of sand discreetly. 

“I can always try,” I told her, attempting to get up from the ground. She stopped that movement, putting a hand on my neck and pushing my face further into the grains of sand. I stopped struggling against her, the force too much for my broken body to withstand. 

“ARDETH!!” I yelled out before Ahmanet pulled me up by my neck, the cold wall behind my back again as she silenced my voice. I struggled to breathe as she choked me. 

“He can't hear your screams of peril,” She said menacingly as I tried to pry her hands away from my throat but the attempts I made didn’t matter as I started to see black fog my vision. I remembered the sand I held in my hand and thrust the grain at her face. She scoffed and squeezed tighter. The world fading away. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears slowing down. Just before the black took my entire world away I was dropped back onto the ground a groan emitting from my throat as I lay there for a second catching my breath yet again. 

“Eris, my love.” I heard his words echo through the space unwilling to open my eyes for fear I wasn’t in my body anymore. 

“What the hell happened?” I heard Rick as his feet hit the sand. 

“Open your eyes.” I heard Ahmanet’s now disembodied voice coming from inside my mind. I did as she asked, seeing Ardeth crouched in front of my head. I looked around the room trying to find her again. 

“She’s back, she was here,” I uttered, unsure how else to explain it at first. 

“She’s growing stronger from the catalyst of Imhotep rising. It’s almost as if she’s here with me in the physical world.” Ardeth nodded slowly then touched his forehead to mine. The intimate moment was interrupted by my brother clearing his throat.

“I hate to interrupt such a caring moment but we should really get going.” Evy said, breaking the tense silence that fell over the room. I moved to get up from the floor feeling the aches and pains more prominent this time. I reached for the sword that had dropped from my hand when I had tried to run away. I put it in the sheath behind my back, straightening out my muscles and stretching them. 

“Alright, let’s go.” I followed the group from the basement and out to the front of the building where Jonathan was waiting with the car. Right before Jonathan could punch the gas to get us out of there I heard a voice yell from the steps of the museum. 

“IMHOTEP!! IMHOTEP!!” Beni yelled, getting the mummy’s attention from where we had been standing at the window just a few minutes ago. Imhotep screamed, his jaw unhinging covered with decay that had not been fixed yet. The last person he would need was Daniels who was safely in the car with us. I cringed, not wanting to think about the man’s fate. I felt Ardeth’s arm hook around my shoulder steadying me as the car took off in the direction of the inner city streets. 

“You’re gonna get yours Beni, you hear me? You’re gonna get yours!”Rick yelled from the front seat of the car near Jon. He drove through the streets of houses that covered the block. Jon stopped abruptly, the brakes of the car squealing as we faced a mob of Imhotep’s slaves. After a moment of sitting there, Rick used his foot to push the car forward causing Jon to let out a squeak as the car started to move forward into the mob of people. 

“Hang on,” Rick told the rest of us as people started to hit the windshield of Jon’s car. After being bulldozed they started to climb onto the car. Separating me from Ardeth as we both prepared for a fight. I grabbed the dagger I had hidden in my boot, slashing the wrists of a few that were gripped onto the love of my life. I ducked as I noticed Ardeth about to punch me in the face. I heard the scream of a man behind me who went flying off the car and into some baskets of food that lined the streets. 

“O’Connell, O’Connell!!” I heard Daniels scream as he was being carried off the car by a few of the indentured. I shared a brief look with Ardeth as we let him go, continuing to fight off the others that were still latched onto the car. For a moment it was silent and everyone stopped. The crowd was gone from around us, going after the last American that had opened that chest in Hamunaptra. As soon as I had taken a breath a huge crash sent my body forward through the air. I felt Ardeth grab my shoulders holding me in place where we stood in the back of the car. The mob caught up to us, Ardeth pushed me out of the car to follow Evy, Jon, and the curator standing in front of the market that used to be set up every Sunday to buy fruits and other things that tourists would enjoy. I reached for my sword on my back holding it in front of the crowd that was starting to surround us. Rick was trying to hold them off with the torch he had picked up from the street. 

“It’s the creature, he’s fully regenerated.” Dr. Bay whispered to us pulling me from the nostalgic thought. The crowd made a path for Imhotep to walk through. There was no longer decay on his mouth he was entirely whole now. 

“Come with me, my princess it is time to make you mine for all eternity.” Imhotep walked up to Evy. I felt Ahmanet rise to the surface, once again. My posture changed abruptly as I looked over at Ardeth to find him already watching me. He reached for my hand and Ahmanet quickly pulled it away from him. I watched as his eyes showed a hurt expression watching as my eyes doubled. He knew what was coming.

“For all eternity, idiot.” Evy corrected Beni’s words as he was translating for the rest of us. 

“Fight her Eris.” I heard Ardeth whisper to me, catching the attention of the curator. I did as he asked, trying to push toward the front of my mind and get her out of my body. I felt her start to lose hold. 

“Take my hand and I will spare your friends.” Imhotep said to us. 

“Oh dear… Have you got any bright ideas?” Evy said to Rick as she debated her options. 

“You have nowhere else to go but with him” I heard my voice ring through the air. I pushed Evy forward towards Imhotep. I watched as Rick looked back toward me his eyes widening at the sight of me. He looked to Ardeth briefly sharing a look as one of his hands left the torch for Evy.

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking.” He said to her as I felt Ardeth wrap a chain around my wrists behind me. I felt Ahmanet scream in my head as the silver touched my skin. I crumpled into a sitting position on the ground. 

“You better think of something fast, because if he turns me into a mummy you're the first one I’m coming after.” Evy said to Rick as she started to walk forward revealing me behind her. At the sight of Imhotep Ahmanet easily broke the chain that bound my wrists, the jolt of energy pushing me toward Evy and Imhotep. She shared a look with the fully regenerated mummy.

“No,” Rick grunted out a look of desperation reaching for his pistol. Ardeth quickly reached out and stopped him from shooting. He held him back his own emotions running wild across his face. 

“Don’t, he still has to take me to Hamunaptra to perform the ritual,” Evy told Rick watching as the two men struggled internally with letting us go. My back straightened as I put the sword away watching my husband hold back my brother. 

“The sword skills were a delightful surprise Eris. They will come in handy.” She said to me as she let go of control for just a second. Allowing me to speak.

“I love you,” I whispered, talking to them both unsure if this was where we left each other forever.

“She is right, live today, fight tomorrow.” Ardeth breathed out not wanting to let me out of his sight. Rick put the pistol away begrudgingly knowing that it wouldn’t help the current situation. 

“I’ll be seeing you again.” Rick glared at Imhotep and me. 

“Evelyn,” Rick uttered as we turned away from him and started to walk towards the path that had been cleared for us out of the city. I watched as Ahmanet started to converse with the mummy. I was too bogged down with her to struggle anymore. I needed to refresh my mind to figure out a way out of this. I slowly let the darkness consume me as we traveled back across the desert toward the city that had started this unending nightmare. 

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Expert Golf Instruction and Club Fitting in Utah

Golf is more than just a sport—it's a way of life for many. If you're looking to step up your game in Utah, you're in the right place. From expert golf instruction to custom club fittings and even indoor lessons, Utah has everything you need to elevate your performance on the green. Whether you're a seasoned golfer or just starting, this comprehensive guide will walk you through everything you need to know about improving your skills in Utah.

Golf is not just about hitting the ball; it's about strategy, precision, and the right equipment. Let's dive in!

Why Golf Instruction in Utah Is a Game Changer

Golf instruction in Utah is widely recognized for being both accessible and high-quality. Whether you're in Salt Lake City or the surrounding areas, there’s no shortage of experienced golf instructors ready to guide you through each phase of your game. Utah is known for its stunning golf courses, and learning how to navigate these courses can turn an ordinary game into something extraordinary.

Choosing the Best Golf Instructors in Salt Lake City

Salt Lake City is home to some of the best golf instructors around, offering personalized guidance to help improve your swing, form, and game strategy. These instructors often have years of experience, with many certified by the PGA (Professional Golfers' Association).

Some factors to consider when choosing a golf instructor in Salt Lake City:

Their level of experience and certifications

Teaching style (do they focus on your swing, mental game, or both?)

Reviews and success stories from previous students

The right instructor can make a significant difference in your golfing journey.

Finding the Right Golf Lessons in Sandy, Utah

If you're located closer to Sandy, Utah, you're also in luck. The area offers a wide range of golf lessons tailored for beginners to advanced players. Whether you're looking for individual or group lessons, Sandy provides many options.

Most golf instructors in Sandy offer:

Comprehensive golf swing analysis

Drills to improve ball control and accuracy

Techniques to manage nerves and maintain consistency throughout your game

Whether you’re new to the game or an experienced player looking to refine specific areas, Sandy’s golf lessons will have something for everyone.

Why Indoor Golf Lessons Are a Fantastic Option

Weather can sometimes put a damper on outdoor golf practice. That’s where indoor golf lessons come into play. These lessons use advanced technology, such as golf simulators, to analyze your swing, ball speed, and other critical aspects. This allows you to receive instruction without needing to be on a physical golf course. Plus, the data-driven insights can provide a deeper understanding of your game.

Indoor lessons are a popular option in Utah, particularly during colder months. They offer:

Year-round training

In-depth analysis of swing mechanics

Immediate feedback on your performance

The Importance of Golf Club Fitting in Utah

Having the right equipment can make all the difference in your game. One of the best ways to ensure you're using the right clubs is by opting for a professional golf club fitting. In Utah, there are several locations where you can get fitted for the perfect set of clubs.

A proper golf club fitting ensures:

Clubs tailored to your height, grip, and swing speed

Enhanced comfort and control over your shots

Improved accuracy and distance

If you’ve never had your clubs fitted, this could be a game-changing experience. Many golfers are amazed by how much of a difference it makes to play with clubs that fit their unique measurements.

Where to Find Golf Club Fittings Near Me

If you're wondering where to get your clubs fitted, many professional golf shops around Utah offer fitting services. Searching for golf club fittings near me will provide several options based on your location. Most facilities offer comprehensive fittings that include:

Swing analysis

Shaft fitting

Grip size recommendations

Investing in a custom-fitted set of clubs can truly elevate your performance.

Apex Golf Clubs: A Top Choice for Precision

When talking about top-tier golf clubs, Apex Golf Clubs always come into the conversation. These clubs are renowned for their precision and control, making them a favorite among golfers who prioritize accuracy.

Apex Golf Clubs are particularly well-suited for:

Golfers looking for a forged design for enhanced feel

Players seeking additional control over ball trajectory

Those who need extra forgiveness on off-center hits

Combining high-quality clubs with expert instruction can give you the perfect formula for success on the golf course.

Benefits of Private Golf Lessons

Private golf lessons offer personalized attention that can help you fine-tune your skills at a much quicker rate compared to group lessons. The instructor can focus entirely on your technique, identify flaws, and offer targeted improvements.

Private lessons are ideal if you:

Prefer one-on-one coaching

Want to focus on a specific aspect of your game

Value personalized feedback and immediate corrections

Most private golf lessons in Utah will include video analysis and drills to ensure you're getting the most out of each session.

Group Golf Lessons: Fun and Educational

While private lessons are effective, group golf lessons can also be a fantastic option, particularly for those who enjoy a more social learning environment. Group lessons are often less expensive and provide opportunities to learn from others in addition to the instructor.

Group lessons are great for:

Beginners looking to ease into the game

Social golfers who enjoy camaraderie

Those on a budget who still want high-quality instruction

Many facilities across Utah offer group lessons for various skill levels, from complete beginners to intermediate players.

Why Golf Instruction in Utah Stands Out

What makes golf instruction in Utah stand out from other locations is the combination of experienced instructors, high-quality courses, and year-round options (thanks to indoor facilities). Whether you’re looking to refine your swing or completely overhaul your approach, Utah has an option that fits your needs.

The Role of Technology in Golf Lessons

Modern golf lessons incorporate technology like never before. From video analysis to golf simulators, tech plays a crucial role in helping golfers improve their game.

Many instructors in Utah use advanced tech to:

Track swing path and speed

Analyze ball flight and spin rate

Provide real-time feedback during lessons

Using these tools, you’ll gain a deeper understanding of your strengths and areas for improvement.

How Often Should You Take Golf Lessons?

This is a common question among golfers at all skill levels. The answer largely depends on your goals. If you’re a beginner, weekly lessons are highly recommended to build a solid foundation. More experienced players may only need a tune-up once a month.

The frequency of lessons should be based on your:

Current skill level

Time commitment

Personal goals

If you’re dedicated to seeing rapid improvement, consider taking lessons regularly and practicing in between.

Combining Instruction with Practice: The Key to Improvement

While taking golf lessons is a fantastic way to learn, it’s equally important to practice what you’ve learned on your own. Combining formal instruction with regular practice is the best way to see noticeable improvements in your game.

You can practice:

At the driving range

On the golf course

In an indoor golf simulator

Consistency is key when it comes to mastering any sport, and golf is no exception.

Mastering Your Mental Game

Many golfers overlook the mental aspect of the game, but it's just as important as physical skill. Golf instruction in Utah often incorporates mental game strategies to help players stay focused and perform under pressure.

Some mental strategies include:

Visualization techniques

Pre-shot routines

Stress management

Developing a strong mental game can help you stay consistent, even in high-pressure situations.

Conclusion

Whether you’re just starting out or looking to take your game to the next level, golf instruction in Utah offers the tools, knowledge, and expertise to help you succeed. From expert instructors in Salt Lake City to personalized club fittings, you have everything you need to perfect your game. Remember, golf is a journey, and the right guidance will make it more enjoyable and rewarding.

FAQs

1. How often should I get my golf clubs fitted? It's recommended to get your clubs fitted every few years or whenever there’s a significant change in your swing or physical condition.

2. Can beginners benefit from private golf lessons? Absolutely! Private lessons can help beginners establish proper techniques early on, preventing bad habits from forming.

3. What should I expect during an indoor golf lesson? Indoor golf lessons typically involve simulators that provide instant feedback on your swing, allowing for a controlled environment to work on specific aspects of your game.

4. Are group golf lessons effective for intermediate players? Yes, group lessons can be very effective for intermediate players looking to improve specific areas of their game in a social and less expensive setting.

5. How long does it take to see improvement in my golf game with regular lessons? With consistent practice and lessons, many golfers see noticeable improvements in as little as a few weeks. However, it depends on the individual’s dedication and frequency of lessons.

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Learning Golf Course For Beginner

Golf is a wonderful game that requires patience, skill, and strategy. It's a sport that can be enjoyed by people of all ages and abilities, and provides a great opportunity to get some fresh air and exercise. If you're new to golf, getting started can seem intimidating, but with some basic knowledge, you can get on the course and start having fun in no time.

Here are some tips for beginners learning to play golf:

Get familiar with the equipment Before you start playing, you need to get familiar with the equipment you will be using. This includes golf clubs, golf balls, tees, and gloves. You should also know the different types of golf clubs and their uses, such as drivers, irons, and putters. You can rent equipment from most golf courses, but it's worth investing in your own set once you decide to take up golf as a regular hobby.

Learn the basics of the game Before you hit the course, you should learn the basics of the game. This includes understanding the rules of golf, the scoring system, and basic golf etiquette. You can find this information online or by taking lessons from a golf professional.

Practice your swing The golf swing is the most important aspect of the game, and it takes time and practice to get it right. Focus on your grip, posture, and swing mechanics. Start by practicing your swing with a shorter club, like a pitching wedge, and work your way up to longer clubs.

Start with easy courses When you're ready to hit the course, start with easier courses to gain confidence and experience. Look for courses with shorter holes and fewer hazards to avoid frustration and focus on developing your skills.

Take lessons from a professional Consider taking lessons from a golf professional to improve your game. They can help you with your swing, course management, and provide tips and strategies for playing better golf. They can also help you identify any bad habits or mistakes in your technique and work with you to correct them.

Play with experienced golfers Playing with experienced golfers can be a great way to learn the game and get helpful tips. It can also be a fun way to meet new people who share your passion for golf.

Have fun and be patient Golf can be frustrating at times, but it's important to remember to have fun and be patient. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, the fresh air, and the company of your playing partners. Golf is a game that takes time and practice to master, so be patient with yourself and focus on improving a little bit every time you play.

In conclusion, learning to play golf can be a fun and rewarding experience. By following these tips, you can get started on the right foot and begin to develop your skills and love for the game. Remember to have fun, be patient, and enjoy the process of learning and improving your golf game.

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Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: The second one I was hoping could be a Rafe x reader based on the song why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys. Maybe something along the lines of rafe only calling and giving the reader attention when he wants to hook up. Finally, the reader gets tired of it their feelings known.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself thinking about a certain boy more than what they had agreed on

Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of sex, masterbating, substance, cursing, toxic relationship

A/N: I’ve been updating a new fic every single day and the amount of love you guys are returning is beyond amazing. I love you so much, thank you for all of your kind words <3

p.s, again, my request box is always open. drop in any ideas and i’ll present to you my best :)

p.p.s, does anyone know why i can’t tag some users? im going crazy.

“I was thinking. . .” Rafe trailed, drawing invisible circles against her soft skin. She hummed in response, her eyes closed, feeling so relaxed under the silk bedsheet wrapping around her body.

“We should do this often.”

“Is twice a day isn’t enough for you?” she asked, hiding her smile. She felt him shift, placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close against him. She giggled lightly, feeling him behind her, but she was too tired to do anything.

“We should try doing it every minute,” he simply replied, smelling into her scent. She smelt like vanilla and caramel, just the way he likes it. “Is this the perfume I bought?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling so peaceful she could sleep if he hadn’t pulled her closer against his hardening member. She groaned, trying to scoot forward by an inch, but was stopped by his fingers gripping her hips.

“I’m sore.”

“I know,” he replied casually, still brushing against her bottom. Before he could do anything else she turned, now facing him. She looked at his handsome face, his blue eyes and his soft lips. Her thumb grazed over his top lip, and Rafe swore he could fuck her anytime soon if she kept doing that.

“Are you not tired?” she asked, now cupping his face. He stared into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them before giving her a smile.

“No.”

“You’re mental,” she sighed, but she failed to contain her laugh after. She giggled, still cupping his face, and she has never felt so calm and relax before. Just them two, on top of a bed in some cheap motel, sometimes hearing the couple staying on top of them screaming at each other.

“Are you?” he continued, tilting his head into her hands. She smiled when he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. He loves it. He feels at peace.

(Y/N) sighed, loving yet also hating these kind of moments where she knew they would be acting like strangers after, in front of everyone else. She remembered the exact day after she had had sex with him for the first time, and how he acted so cold afterwards.

“Hey,” (Y/N) smiled, standing beside his form as he squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight to inspect his goal. He didn’t reply, swinging his golf club upwards and hit the golf ball. (Y/N) watched as it flew and landed near the goal, and expressed a smile.

“You’re good.”

“Huh?” he looked up to her, as if just noticed her existence. (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart, especially when he had just whispered so many love words into her ear the night before.

“I said you’re good.”

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered, already making his way back to where his friends were. Clearly not satisfied, she followed him suit, watching as his friends cheered for him. Rafe groaned even harder, and turned to look at her before they got too close to his friends.

“What are you fucking doing here?” he scolded, his eyes staring at a space beside her. (Y/N) raised a brow, being caught off guard, but she tried to play it cool.

“I’m a member of this country club too, Rafe,” she replied, scoffing. “You’re an asshole, do you know that? Are we not going to talk about last ni-”

“Shut up,” he grunted, looking backwards to check on his friends before pulling her a few distance away. “Look, I was on drugs last night. That was not me. Let it go, okay?”

(Y/N) has never experienced that kind of disrespect, and she swore she hated Rafe Cameron so bad that when she got home, she cried against her pillows until the night sky greeted her. 

She thought about the many other guys who tried to be with her, but she had pushed them all away for a certain rich boy living 6 houses away from her. The fact that her parents are good friends with Ward and Rose Cameron doesn’t make it any easier, not when she is forced to see him every single Saturday night for ‘barbecue night’.

“What are you thinking?” he suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. She sighed, suddenly scooting away from him. He watched as she turned away, but he didn’t put much thoughts into it.

“I can still smell the weed from you,” she suddenly said, and Rafe let out a laugh. He rubbed his eyes, hating the fact that they are going to repeat the same topic they have fought countless of times before, especially after sex and they had both came down from the high.

“Don’t start, (Y/N), fuck,” he sighed, covering his face with his large hands. He watched as she scooted further, wrapping the covers around her body. “Can you please just lay right next to me?”

“I want to sleep,” she replied, and bit her lips before she could express any tears. Rafe sighed, groaning, and sat up straight, resting on the edge of the bed before reaching for his jeans discarded on the corner of the room.

“I’m leaving,” he said, and (Y/N) heard the metal bar of his belt clanking against his jeans button. “Since you wanna act like a bitch again.”

“You’re an asshole,” she replied, still not looking at him. A tear rolled down her cheeks before she could stop herself, and she quickly wiped them away.

“Whatever,” he said, and she heard the door slammed shut. She cursed, unable to stop her tears now that she was alone. The banter between the husband and wife from the room above filled the silence as (Y/N) sobbed against the pillow and she thought about how it resembled her and Rafe’s relationship so much.

He would call her when he’s under the influence, whispering sweet-nothings through the phone, saying how much he’s missing her and longing for her forehead kisses. The fight they had before the phone call will immediately evaporate into thin air, and (Y/N) will make her way to wherever Rafe is. Sometimes they’ll do it in the car in a secluded alley or sometimes in the cheap motel at Chapel Hill. 

But then it was the moments after their brief meeting that had her all moody and depress throughout the week; how he would ignore her, pretending not to see her and forcing himself to say ‘hi’ during their family barbecue.

(Y/N) never thought of herself as someone who’s prone to being in a sneaky relationship, but if that what it takes to be with Rafe Cameron, she was willing to be in one.

It had been a week since the incidence, and Rafe hadn’t call her to meet or anything of the sort. (Y/N) frowned when she thought of this, because the longest fight they had before only lasted for 2 days before he rang her up, asking to meet up. 

(Y/N) shook her head, sipping on her martini before setting it on the side of the swimming pool. She dived into the water, trying to get the heat from the scorching sun off of her, and resurfaced seconds after, her wet hair falling down her shoulders.

“(Y/N), where’s dad?” Topper appeared, squatting in front of her as she took another sip on the martini. Her eyes fell to the figure behind her brother, and she almost choked on the liquid.

“Um, I don’t know,” (Y/N) replied, staring at Rafe Cameron as he took out his phone to check on his messages, ignoring her like always. She rolled her eyes at this, knowing that there were no new texts and he was just trying to act like she wasn’t there. She dived into the water again and swam to the other side, away from Rafe and his negative energy.

If Rafe knew she was going to be in the swimming pool, he would have made an excuse to Topper, perhaps saying how he has to take Wheezie to the clinic for an appointment. (Y/N) was almost never home every time he hang out with Topper, so he thought he was safe. But there she was; in the most tempting bikini, swimming and constantly sipping on a martini.

Rafe sat right next to Topper, watching her back from the corners of his eyes as she gazed at the view in front of her. She was laying on her arms, lazily humming to a rock song Rafe plays every time he’s driving.

He jolted when Topper touched his hand. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Topper laughed, “I said, do you wanna eat?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and thinking about good she looked in that bikini. He made a mental note to guess the brand to purchase more of that sort for her. 

“Okay, I’m going in to get myself some food. Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Topper asked, sitting on the edge of the seat. Rafe nodded, his eyes still closed, and heard him walking towards the sliding door into the kitchen.

“Why are you ignoring me?” 

Rafe opened his eyes, and to his satisfaction, the girl with the (H/C) locks stared at him with her face rested against her arms. His breath hitched, seeing how beautiful she was with the chlorine water dripping from her face, down to her neck, continuing to her che-

“God, you’re a fucking asshole,” she suddenly said, and Rafe had to shook his head from the involuntary thought that appeared in his mind. He groaned, watching as she dived in the water again, and almost catching a glimpse of her bottom. He smiled.

“Are you still a bitch?” he asked when she resurfaced, crossing his arms. “Because if you are, I don’t feel like fucking you right here and right now.”

(Y/N) halted her movements as she tried her best not to look at the smirking boy, and instead staring into the swimming pool as if there was something interesting in it. Rafe laughed, knowing exactly the impact of his words towards her, and thought about wanting to have a little more fun with her.

“I’m asking, baby,” he said softly, and her eyes landed on his. “Are you still a bitch?”

“I brought cookies!” Topper suddenly yelled, appearing from the sliding door and walking towards them with a bright smile. Rafe cursed, laying his back against the seat again and pretending to close his eyes while (Y/N) dived underwater, trying to hide her red face. He was glad when Topper handed him a cookie, talking about wanting to surf tomorrow - so oblivious towards the sexual tension between him and his own twin.

“What do you think?” Topper asked, munching on the cookies all the while trying to see Rafe’s reaction. Rafe nodded, muttering his agreement, but under his sunglasses, he was watching (Y/N) and she too, was watching him.

“Can I have a cookie, Tops?” (Y/N) suddenly interrupted, and without looking at her, Topper gave her a thumbs up sign. (Y/N) smiled, pulling herself up from the pool and Rafe almost had a heart attack from the sight of her curves donning the bikini and the water dripping off of her.

She walked towards them, hair swept to her left shoulder, and Rafe’s gaze followed her fingers as she grabbed a cookie and immediately putting it in her mouth. He watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet taste, all the while sitting under the glowing sun that highlighted her features even more.

He could feel himself getting harder.

“Well,” (Y/N) suddenly said, and Rafe had realized he was too busy looking at her to realize that she was already conversing with Topper. “I’ll go. Is Rafe coming too?” 

Both of the siblings’ attention fell towards him, and Rafe found himself clearing his throat before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, where are we?”

“Man, are you sure you’re okay?” Topper asked, removing his sunglasses to look at him clearly. “Do you need water?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rafe quickly added, “Can I, um, go up to your room? I think I need a nap.”

“Yeah, okay,” Topper replied, not thinking much of it. They had been spending so much time under the sun during the summer, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them got sick. “I’ll go upstairs in a second.”

He muttered a thanks, quickly making his way to the top of the house, where Topper stayed. He groaned, feeling himself getting harder, and hating the fact that she was most probably liking the way he was reacting. 

He locked the door of the bathroom he has been using since the first day he became friends with Topper, watching himself in the mirror. He closed his eyes while he tried to picture her in his mind, his fingers trying their best to untie the knot of the band of his swimming shorts.

He held himself in the palm of his hands as he pictured her again, this time with her under him. He started sliding his palm over his hardened member, his other hand safely placed on the sink for balance. He thought of the way she’ll bounce on him when she rides him, and bit his lips before he could let out any sounds.

Fuck. 

He hated how easy she’ll make him hard and how she has him wrapped around her finger. It was true how they would only do the unholy thing when he was under the influence or they were both under the influence, but he couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling in his stomach every time he saw her.

“Fuck,” he expressed, his grip on the sink tightening. His movements became faster as he tried to picture her mouth and around him, and felt his end coming. He left a string of curses as he finally released himself, watching the shot dripping off the sides of the sink. He grunted, having to do more work, and grabbed himself the white tissues before wiping his mess.

. . .

“Hey.”

“Hey, Rafe,” (Y/N) said, trying to maintain her normal tone. She bit her lips at the sound of his heavy breathing, missing his voice and also his handsome face. She longed to have his face in her hands again, staring at each other’s eyes and kissing each other’s lips right after.

“Can you come over?” he asked, his voice slurring. “No, I mean, can I pick you up?” The sound of laughter and booming music could be heard behind him, giving out his location. (Y/N) sighed, knowing the exact request behind the words, and looked at her wall to check on the time.

“It’s 12 a.m., my mom won’t allow me to go out.”

“Sneak out, then,” Rafe replied, and he said something to his friends before focusing back on her. “Please? I missed you.”

(Y/N) sighed, knowing exactly her problem.

This.

“Okay,” she replied, leaning over her mattress to close her laptop now that she had new plans for the night. “What time are you picking me up?”

“I can’t drive right now,” he said, suddenly realizing how sloshed he was. “Can you come and pick me up, please?”

She sighed again, but she had missed him so much. Him and his touches. His and his words.

Him.

“Okay, send me your location, okay? I’ll pick you up.”

(Y/N) thought about how she couldn’t do it anymore. Not when she has spent most of her life trying to make him love her. He had been friends with her brother since forever, but yet he never seemed to settle on her. She heard about the amount of girls he dated and how she tried to become like them, but after a while, she grew bored of it. She was tired of running after someone who doesn’t want to be caught.

Until the night at the party, where they had been smoking and doing coke and god knows what else. (Y/N) had watched him from the corners of her eyes, liking how attractive he looked under the party lights. He was in a black shirt, his hair messily parted, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

“Thornton, do you know how perfect your smile is?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/N) giggled, her back against the wall as she stared into his eyes. 

“You’re mistaking me for my brother, Rafe?” she asked, with that smile again. Rafe licked his lips, looking down to hers before leaning closer to whisper into her ear.

“I’ve got to confess, (Y/N),” he whispered, sending shivers down to her spine. “You’re the hottest sibling.”

When she woke up the next day, laying right next to Rafe Cameron, she had to pinch herself a few times to make sure that she was living in reality, but when she tried to approach him that evening on the golf course, it was like nothing happened that night.

It scarred her until he rang her up again, six days after. 

“Rafe,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning over to open the passenger’s door from her seat, seeing how drunk he was. Rafe giggled, getting himself in before shutting the door and staring at her. He leaned towards her and placed a sloppy kiss against her cheeks, down to her neck and stopped directly before her chest.

“Just park in the back,” he ordered, placing his palm on the upper side of her thigh, too close to her heat. She bit her lips as she turned her steering wheel, entering the back alley of the club. Soon after he had texted her his location, she sneaked out through her brother’s porch and stole his car, driving straight towards Rafe.

She turned the ignition off and looked at him, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, groaning when he missed one button. He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away, her face expressing into anger.

“Don’t pull this shit again, fuck,” Rafe sighed, throwing his head back against the seat and covering his face with his hands. (Y/N) caught a glimpse of a gold ring, and noticed how it looked so similar to hers hanging around her neck.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, filling the silence. Rafe let out a shrill laugh, still closing his eyes.

“Still a bitch, I guess.”

“This is the problem, Rafe!” she groaned, causing Rafe to look at her fully in the face when he noticed her increasing volume. “What are we?”

“What do you want to hear?” he simply said, staring at her with empty eyes. He licked his lips, “No, seriously. Tell me the answer, and I’ll say it.”

How cold could he be?

“Rafe, do you see how you’re treating me?” she asked, and she could feel her tears threatening to fall. “Do you realize the difference between sober Rafe and intoxicated Rafe?”

Of course he knew. He just chose to ignore it.

“I can’t do this right now,” Rafe said, putting his hands up in defeat. “Can we just fuck, get over whatever fight we’re having right now, and live our best lives the next day? Can we do that?”

He turned to look at her, and noticed her glassy eyes. He sighed, trying to cup her face, but she flinched at his touch.

“You make me feel like a whore,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “One second you love me, the next second you’re spitting on me.”

He just had the worst night of his life; having a fight with Ward about his business, bumping onto the pogues, catching Sarah and John B. . . and now this?

“You think too much,” he said, but his heartbeat was quickening. He stole a glance at her and watched as she stared at him with empty eyes. “I’m sober now. You know what, (Y/N)? You’re right. I can’t even look at you when I’m not under the influence.”

He turned to open the door, getting out while buttoning his shirt back, not wanting to look at her. He couldn’t stand it, he knew he’ll be too broken if he sees her cry over him. He didn’t know what to do; he panicked, never preparing for this exact moment where he knew she will ask about the state of their relationship.

He watched as she sped away from the alley, her engine roaring against the silence of that particular Friday night, where his day had been nothing but miserable. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his feelings, but before he knew it, he had kicked on the empty beer can on the side of the road, watching its movement as it hit the opposite wall and fell into the trash can.

He laughed at the strange occurrence, his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks and made his way back to the club.

If there’s one thing he’s so sure about himself; Rafe Cameron hates himself more than anyone else in the world.

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Prince Tom taking you on the throne…..

Okay so what I’ve came up with is prince!tom eating the reader out on the throne 😄

Smut under cut!!!

“So this is it?” You walk into the large room where it was empty completely except for two large stone chairs sitting at the end.

The floor made of the most expensive marble you’ve seen, the ceilings painted and the windows tinted of different colors. The throne room. Where Tom would be announced and crowned king when the time comes.

“The room has no other purpose than for when announcing the new royals. I’m sure it had more use back in its day but now it’s just…just a old room that attracts history nerds and people obsessed with my family.” He watches as you walk over to the largest throne and sit.

Falling back into the uncomfortable chair with your legs crossed as the silk night dress you wore could reveal everything. You let out a hum and he stands at the bottom of the steps looking up at you.

“That’s the chair for the king.” He points to the one you’re sitting in. “Yours will be right there.” He points to the slightly smaller one. Only a fraction difference in height but enough to make you furrow your brows.

“And why will my throne be smaller than yours?” You tilt your head and he shrugs.

“It’s how it’s always been. You will be my queen and that is where you will sit.” He tells you and you hum.

“Well…no ones watching so who’s to say I can’t be the king right now?” You tease and he steps in front of you.

“And what will be your orders as king?” He teased and you closed your eyes pretending to think. He watches you, wanting to touch you and feel how soft your skin is.

“Kneel.” Was all you said and he did. He kneels below you, England’s soon to be king kneels before you.

His lips press gently over the exposed knee. His eyes keeping contact with you the entire time as he lets his hands glide up your thighs and he takes a deep breath in. You smell like lavender vanilla soap, the one you used all the time and yet he couldn’t get enough.

“What do you need?” He lets out a hot breath against your thigh.

“You.” Was all you said and he let out a chuckle before kissing your thigh.

“You’d make a terrible king, not being specific with what you want…you already have me.” He teased and you let out a groan of annoyance, one you think he can’t hear but he does.

“I want you to eat me like I’m your last meal on this throne. I don’t care who walks in just do it.” You told him—demanded him. He smiles as that’s the girl he loves. So assertive when needed but so shy when in public.

“As you wish, your highness.” He doesn’t waste any time as he slips up the dress, pulling down the panties that were soaking wet as he pulled you right into his lips. Your hands grip onto the arms of the chair, it is awfully uncomfortable but the power you hold over him.

The future king, on his knees for a princess that was nothing before she met him but everything now that she was here. You knew your power over tom and you loved it.

He doesn’t stop. Even when your hips buck up and you are sure the moans you release are echoed far enough that any smart maid knows not to come near this room. Your head falls back and all you can see is the paintings on the ceiling, the paintings you never even cared about until you couldn’t keep your head straight as your boyfriend sticks two fingers inside of you.

“Look at you.” He mumbled against you but loud enough for you to hear. “So weak under another persons touch. A king is never weak. Never lets anyone take so much control over them.” He tells and you grow a smirk. Finding enough strength to get your hand to his hair and tug at his curls.

“Really? No control over anyone? Was last night nothing to you?” You tease as he was whimpering under your touch last night and that only made him groan.

Watching you release all over him as he ate you through your orgasm. Watching you shiver and your eyes fall back as you beg him to stop for it felt too good but he knew if he stopped you would just shove his face right back against you.

When you were done. He kissed gently at your thigh. His hands gently massage up your thighs to calm you.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded. He kissed your forehead before gently moving your dress back down. “Can you walk?” He asked and you looked down at him.

“Yes, but if you’re offering to carry—“ before you could finish he had you scooped up. Golfing, boxing and his daily workouts did wonders for his strength you were sure he could lift a car if he tried. But for now he would just take his princess back to the room where he would spoil you in back massages and cuddles, snacks and movies as he made sure you were cared for.

“Just so you know,” he played with the strap of your dress as you were finally cleaned up in bed and laid down to rest. “A king never lets another have this much dominance over them.” He kisses your shoulder.

“Just because my legs can’t move doesn’t mean I won’t hit you with this pillow. Now cuddle me or I will find a way to get up and leave.” You tell him and he rolls his eyes.

Today was just one of the many days you two would spend worshiping each other. For the day you were both crowned king and queen, tom had a whole idea planned for that room.

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

Can I get a short fluffy Drabble with bucky with this prompt?

I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU

Thank you!! 💗

Okay so this is kind of long for a Drabble because I just loved the plot and couldn't stop writing!!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, nonnie!!

Morgan's Graduation Sleepover!!

You blink hard against the bright stream of sun poking through the gap in the curtains, groaning as your head throbs in the light.

You let out an audible moan as you attempt to pull the covers over your face. The soft, silky comforter was cool against your skin, and you snuggled tighter against the sheets as you became aware that you were shivering despite the summer heat.

You extend your arm searching for your phone that you kept on the nightstand and frowned when your hand felt nothing. You turn your head slightly, trying to see the floor below where your phone may have fell, catching a glimpse of the bed in the sun for the first time since you opened your eyes. The large queen-sized bed draped with dark grey blankets.

Wait… Grey?

Last time you checked your comforter was a deep purple colour.

You sit up slowly, becoming fully aware of your environment and looking around the dimly lit room. A room that you definitely hadn’t been in before because you would never have a poster of dogs playing poker hanging above your bedroom door.

You groan again as a feeling of nausea overcomes you, the dizziness being caused from your eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. You clasp the palm of your hand against your mouth, attempting to stifle a gag and you taste the acidic bile bubbling in your throat.

“Oh god.” You belch into your hand as it balls into a fist.

“Mmmph-“

You nearly jump out of your skin as a low moan fills the silence of the room and your head whips fast enough to cause another wave of dizziness.

Your eyes widen as you realize… whoever owned this bed was sleeping right next to you, curled up on his side, face buried deep in the pillow.

You startle, getting tangled in the blankets as you jump out of the bed, thanking internally that you still have your underwear on and are not waking up butt-naked next to a stranger during the worst hangover of your life.

Unfortunately, your actions aren’t grateful as your feet become tangled in the sheets and you land with a thump loud enough to vibrate the furniture. You wince as the pain radiates up your ass and into your spine.

Suddenly, a pair of ocean blue eyes are peering over the side of the bed, a concerned look across the man’s face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, jumping out of bed with much more grace than you had shown, and dropping down to his knees by your side.

“I- Yeah.” You stutter, embarrassed and still confused about how exactly you had ended up in this position, not on the floor, but in this situation.

He grips your arm with a strong hand, pulling you up and steadying you as you stagger, the dizziness still not disappearing due to the excessive amount of alcohol you had consumed the night before.

As he helps you stand you notice the sunlight reflecting off the arm of the stranger, the metal left arm that causes your heart to skip a beat and the feeling of a golf-ball sized lump in your throat. You hadn’t recalled any of your past Tinder dates having a prosthetic arm and you panic, realizing that you really had no idea who this man was.

“I-“ You pull away, your eyes darting from his arm to the folded up clothes on the chair in the corner of the room.

The clothes you had worn to the party!

Fragments of the night come flooding back, but still with no memory of this mysterious, handsome man.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks, his eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

Wait… Y/N?

“You know me?”

“Yeah! You’re Nat’s roommate! She introduced us at the party last night.”

“Introduced us?” You search your mind for any recollection, finding it surprising that you couldn’t remember this muscular man, with the dark hair and stubble surrounding the most gorgeous lips.

Damn, I bet they taste soft.

“I’m not surprised you don’t remember. You were already 4 drinks in, and you were trying to go shot to shot with me. I tried explaining to you that I have a very high tolerance for alcohol, but you kept going. Basically had to carry you back here.”

“Back… here?” You ask, squinting as your head begins to throb again.

“Yeah. My place.” He turns around, heading into the ensuite bathroom that you hadn’t noticed before. “I was going to bring you back to your house but you lost your keys and I was unable to get a hold of Natasha since she took off for shawarma with my friend Sam.” He shouts from the other room, before returning with a glass of water and a couple of Tylenol.

You accept it gratefully, not caring that you willingly took drugs from a man you still weren’t sure you trusted.

“I’m Bucky, by the way. In case you don’t remember. Bucky Barnes.”

You nod, unsure of what to say next as your mind was still breaking free from the alcohol induced haze. Your eyes trail down towards the pair of plain white boxers Bucky is wearing, and you gasp as you remember that you are also standing there in your underwear.

You dash towards the chair, pulling the tight black dress over your head.

“I- Did we-“ You don’t know how to ask, and you hope he understands your gesture as you motion towards his near-naked body. Seeing him blush 3 different shades of red comforts you slightly, and you smile slightly through the panic.

“No! I would never- You were completely wasted!” He fumbles with his fingers, avoiding eye contact.

Your heart sinks as you realize you offended him, and you try to crack a joke. “There’s not too many other scenarios I can think of that offer a valid reason for waking up in a man’s bed in only my underwear.”

He chuckles, smirking and you almost swoon as you notice his handsome smile for the first time. “Clearly you’ve never met yourself drunk.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, the pain in your head finally dissipating.

“Well, first of all I insisted you sleep in your clothes, but when I went to grab a trash can in case you vomited again-“ You wince as he stresses the word. “And by the time I came back you had already stripped down. And then when I tried to sleep on the floor, you started crying telling me you were afraid you were going to float away like a balloon and you wanted me to, and I quote, keep your string grounded.”

You curse, not bothering to keep it in your head this time, as embarrassment flushed your face. You grab your purse from the chair, sighing in relief as you notice your phone safely inside the front pocket of the bag.

“I mean, I’m not complaining. I just wish the next time I’m in bed with a beautiful women-“ He pauses. “No, God sorry. I’m going to stop talking now, I’m horrible at flirting. This is awkward”

“Flirting?” You’re taken aback.

He’s beaming now, his smile stretching from a smirk and into a full-blown smile. “I don’t save all pretty drunk girls I meet from choking on their own vomit, you know.”

It’s your turn to blush now as you swing your purse over your shoulder. “Well, thank you for being my hero.”

A loud buzz breaks the tension and you pull out your phone to silence it, seeing several missed calls from Natasha.

“Oh wow.” Your eyes widen as you read the new text that pops up on the tiny screen.

Did you fuck him yet?

“What is it?” He asks.

You quickly shove your phone back into your purse as you turn to look at Bucky. “It’s Nat- she’s just worried about me… I should probably go.” You lied.

“Do you need a ride?” He asks, grabbing a pair of jeans slung over the end of the bed.

“Oh- Maybe? I’m not exactly sure where I am.”

“Ah. I don’t live too far from Nat, but it’s too hot out. And heatstroke can make hangovers so much worse.” He holds the bedroom door open for you and you head into the hallway, not noticing as he grabs something from the dresser before he follows you out.

He tosses you a heavy helmet and you almost drop it, not expecting the object to be thrust into your arms.

“What’s this for?” You question.

“For your ride. Just one rule, though. Don’t throw up on my bike, dollface.”

[laterzgators]

Hii🥰

I wanted to make a request !, about Daniel Larusso from karate kid (84).Where Daniel and Y / N Morán are in the same building, and he is secretly in love with her and he starts sending letters to her, not to mention who he really is, until one day she finds out!

Thanks🥰🥰💙

A/n: This is literally adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺

-Your Secret Admirer- Daniel Larusso x Fem! Reader

It had been officially 4 weeks since your senior year started. It had also almost been 4 weeks since you’ve gotten anonymous letters in your locker. You found it odd. Your best friend Johnny told you head beat up every guy to find out who it was if it creeped you out. You told him you were fine with it. He was like an older brother to you so he didn’t want just anyone to be with or like you. So you headed toward your locker with him to see a new letter. “So what’s this creep want now?” Johnny said in annoyance. “Johnny it’s not creepy I find it a little bit cute.” “Whatever.”

The letter held a note saying to meet him at golf n stuff that night. Were you skeptical? A little. Was Johnny annoyed?? 100%. “So you are actually going to meet up with this twerp???” He asks in awe. “Yes Johnny I will. And you won’t say yes or no or anything.” You told him laughing as you gripped the letter in hope. The envelopes were always so pretty and written nicely. You were more than excited to know that you’d be meeting this mystery guy. “I’m telling you Y/n this can be some creep! I mean sending notes without actually speaking is already some creep shit ya know!?” Johnny said to me. I wasn’t convinced for a second but yet I still knew what he was up for.

I was dropped off at my house by him once we finished school. I grabbed a oversized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans and that would be my outfit. I wanted to look decent no matter who it was. You started thinking as you drove there. Could it be one of the cobras? No it couldn’t be. They knew well they’d get the shit beat out of them if Johnny knew. Either way they liked Susan and Barbara. So it wouldn’t have been them. You left it alone until finally you parked at golf n stuff.

You hadn’t seen anyone up in the front waiting so you assumed there weren’t there yet. You turned the car off and headed inside. You came here ever so often with Johnny and Ali back in Junior year. You pass beside the set of shooter games and video games that were there in rows leading to air hockey and the near by food area. You grabbed a slice of pizza while there. It had been two hours. You saw a boy go to a few stools near you asking for a slice of pizza as well and his waiter nodded and left. He sighed and once you saw him you noticed who it was. “Uhm...Daniel right? From my AP Literature class?” You say to him making his face go up.

“Y/n you were here already?...I mean uh Yeah I’m Daniel. You’re Y/n.” “Yep that’s me. Why are you here alone? You look so sad?” You say asking him. “Uhm well I came to meet up with Someone. I thought she uh wasn’t here but now I know.” He says to me anxiously. “Oh well what happened? Did she reject you or something?” You asked him softly. “No not yet at least...” he says looking down. “Y/n uhm...were- uhm have you been getting letters?” He asks you. “Yeah actually. Why?” You reply asking him. “Well those were from me.” “Wait..you like..me?” You say. You found Daniel to be very handsome and quite smart so it’s odd to think he’d like you of all people especially being best friends with Johnny. “Yeah...I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same but I just want to tell you-“ “No! I uhm...you’re a very nice guy so I would like to hangout sometime. Get to know you better.” I say back to him. “Well this seems like the perfect place to do so.” He says smirking to me lightly. “I guess you’re right.” I say to him smiling.

“After you.” He says and I nodded smiling. I was glad I finally knew my secret admirer.

[jakesdeviatedseptum]

Drunk just dance with the boy(s) or a fun time golf date with Danny 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I couldn't pick between the two so I did both! Also you are my bby so of course I couldn't leave you hanging with just 1 :)

Just Dance is Better Than Golf

A new mini golf center opened a couple weeks ago next to the bar you and Danny visited frequently. On this particular night the buzz of the alcohol consumed by the both of you lead you straight to it. “Danny, we have to! Please, please please!” You begged pulling on his arm. “You can teach me all your fancy golf techniques” the tip of your finger smushed Danny's nose sloppily. He gave into your begging, and next thing you know your grabbing a golf club and a neon green ball, leaving Danny to play with the neon pink one.

“Okay, place your hands on the club like this” Danny instructed, grabbing your hands and placing one above the other on the handle of the club. “The hole isn't that far so don't hit it too hard, lock your elbows, swing back and hit it okay?” Danny removed his arms from around you and stepped back, laughing at your failed attempts to hit the ball.

One

Two

Three

On your fourth missed attempt at hitting the ball you look back towards Danny, a big frown etched onto your face. “This sucks, I hate golf” you pout. The club falls from your grip as you mope your way over to Danny and wrap your arms around his midsection.

“Josh just texted me, Jake and Sammy are over and they're all playing just dance, wanna head over there?” You tilt your head up, slightly glossy eyes glancing at Danny as a smirk forms on your face, “Hell to the yeah”

Arriving at Josh's place the music from the wii could be heard from outside. Letting go of Danny's hand you race up the driveway and through the front door straight into the living room. Jake and Sammy staring intensely at the screen mimicking the dance moves to the song “Toxic” by Brittney Spears. Jake simply moving the wand to try and get the most points while Sammy wiggles his body in the most seductive way possible, not necessarily following the right moves.

Josh saunters into the room, an unknown alcoholic drink in his hand as he points in your direction with the other.

“You and me, pussycat dolls, now”

As Jake and Sammy end their round Josh steals the wand from Jake selecting ��When I grow up” by the PussyCat Dolls. Sammy hands you his wand and you get into the starting position, back to back with Josh.

As the music starts the moves on the screen don't correspond to the moves you and josh make. A long standing tradition of doing your own choreography to this particular song.

Josh's hips bump into yours, his wand becomes his imaginary microphone as he shimmys his way down to the floor just to pop back up again. The end of the song nears, you stomp your foot into the ground, throw your head back and point your right hand into the air. Your signature finishing move. Clapping is heard from behind you and Josh. You both turn around and see Jake laughing while shaking his head, Sammy standing on the couch clapping loudly followed by a course of “bravos”, and Danny whistling with a beer in hand. The score sheet pops up on the screen, both of you earning a below average score, which sends Josh into hysterics.

Danny wraps his arms around you and places a kiss on the top of your head, “better than golf?” He asks. You laugh shaking your head “way better, now come on, Elvis’s Viva Las Vegas has nothing on us.” The starting of the song quiets the protests from Josh about his score as you and Danny dance your hearts out.

- I forgot how fun it is to write :( I enjoyed doing this so much! So pretty please send in any requests you have!!

[moeyy-writes]

Bucket of Snakes

Zak Bagans x Reader, Billy Tolley x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: brief mention of blood, other than that it’s just goofy shenanigans. Oh, and poorly edited as usual. Haha.

Word Count: 1,649

A/N: I had a few ideas for this theme, and I might make it a drabble collection. I haven’t decided yet. Also, who wouldn’t want to set up a prank with Billy?

My Full Master List

You danced in the passenger seat of Billy’s car, hoping to set your plan in motion before Zak returned home. For now, Aaron and Jay were keeping him occupied with yet another game of golf, which allowed you and your best friend just enough time to set up your latest prank.

And this one was your best yet.

You held your phone up and started filming your excitement. Billy was already planning on having Jay film the entire prank but having a silly little intro wouldn’t hurt.

“Heading to the Bagans Manor with a bucket of snakes,” you sang to your phone. Billy chuckled beside you.

“I hope you aren’t on Instagram live or something. We need to keep this a secret.” You rolled your eyes, still filming, and turned to the driver.

“Dude, how many pranks have we done so far? I’m not going to spoil it,” you scoffed. “That’s a rookie move, Tolley.” You stuck your tongue out, then turned back to your phone. You wiggled your shoulders and smiled. “Heading to the Bagans Manor with a bucket of snakes,” you continued with a giggle.

You turned the phone back over to Billy, who just smiled, Starbucks drink in hand. He cheered the camera. “The saga continues.”

As Billy pulled into the driveway, your body hummed with excitement. The moment the car stopped, you leapt out and raced for the truck. You opened the door and grinned at the plain white bucket.

“He’s going to hate us for this one.” You reached for the bucket, then skipped up the driveway to the door.

You unlocked the door and waited for Billy to grab the rest of the gear. You peered around him and stared at the car, which was parked dead-center in the middle of the driveway.

“You think we should move that over a little? Jay is going to text me when they’re on the way back, but I don’t want to have to worry about parking on the street.” You reached out for the bucket that Billy was carrying and nodded towards the car.

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

While Billy went to move his car, you made your way to Zak’s favorite room. It didn’t really have a title, but it best resembled a creepy, fucked up mancave. It looked like a partial library with a grand table in the middle, like where vampires would meet and have a blood tasting party or some shit. Right before leaving for a lockdown, Zak, you, and the crew and would all gather in there and go over travel plans.

And this is where Billy, Jay, and you usually went over evidence after a lockdown.

You gently placed the buckets onto the hardwood floor and smiled. It was going to be a piece of cake to get that bucket overhead. You knew there was a ladder in the garage, and Billy was surprisingly knowledgeable in rigging traps like this.

Once Billy got back from moving the car, he started unpacking the tools while you went in search for the ladder. You knew last saw it on the wall next to where you parked your car. And, luckily, that’s exactly where it was.

Lugging that ladder to the other side of the huge house wasn’t an easy feat, but you managed to do it without breaking anything. Honestly, that alone was deserving of a medal. Zak wasn’t exactly a sparce decorator.

“Okay, I’ll hold the ladder and you can—”

“Oh no,” Billy interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “You’re younger and far nimbler that I am. There’s no fucking way I’m getting on that thing. I’ll break a hip.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Fine, old man, just hold the damn thing still. I don’t want Zak coming home to a broken fiancé.”

“It’s beautiful. Our best work yet,” you boasted as you stared up at your handy work, hands on your hips. Billy chuckled beside you.

“It’s pretty genius,” he agreed. “Have you heard from Jay?

Shit. You hadn’t looked at your phone in ages.

“Uh, hold on.” You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and studied the screen.

Two New Text Messages: Jay Wasley

Jay: Hey, we are leaving now. Do you need us to buy you more time?

Jay: We’re five minutes out. I hope you guys are ready.

“Shit, Jay said they were five minutes out three minutes ago. They will be here any minute!” You rushed to your usual spot, in the living room. You turned the TV on and tried to look comfortable while Billy plopped down into the leather chair beside you.

The moment you two settled, you heard the sound of car doors slamming. The sound sent a shock wave of nervous tingles through your body. There’s no turning back now.

“If he gets pissed off and calls off the wedding, I’m blaming you,” you whispered as the door opened. Zak’s distant voice filled the air.

“He better not. I already bought my groomsman tux—”

“Hey there, couch potatoes. How was your day?” Zak greeted as he entered the room. You beamed up at him and smiled.

“Hey!” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“Did you get through any of the footage?” Zak gently rubbed your shoulders as he stood behind the couch.

“Uh, no. Not really. We went to get lunch, then went into a food coma. Plus, it’s a shit ton of footage. We thought all of us could go through it together.” You stared up at Zak, who just smiled.

“I mean, sure. It was a two-part lockdown, so I’m sure there’s a lot to look at.” He glanced over at Billy, who was staring down on his phone. “You guys almost out of your food coma?” You nodded, then slowly lifted off the couch.

“I’ll go set up the computers,” Billy announced, stepping in front of you. “Jay, you wanna help real quick?” You watched as Jay nodded. He was nominated to film the plan in motion.

“How was your game?” you asked, trying to distract Zak are a moment. Aaron immediately start laughing.

“You mean other than almost falling into the pond?” You laughed with him.

“Wait, what?” You turned and stared at Zak, who rolled his eyes.

“Dude, they definitely moved that pond! I don’t remember it being there before!” Zak scoffed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, the pond by the eighth hole?” You turned back to Aaron. You had been invited to play with them a few times, not that golf was your best sport. Usually, you and Aaron tried to beat each other on who could have the worst game.

Zak sighed. “It wasn’t there before!” He was adamant and he wasn’t backing down.

“Okay, babe. But, if you really want to go swimming, we can always just go to Aaron’s place. The last thing you need is to get E. Coli from all that goose crap.” You had to tease him one more time. He was so adorable when he got embarrassed. “Now, let’s go see what Billy and Jay are up to.” Zak just sighed and nodded.

The three of you headed up to Zak’s favorite room. You led the way, wanting to look back as the whole thing played out. Zak was right behind you, followed by Aaron.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you neared the hall. You turned into the first door on the right, then gave your signal, before spinning on your heels. The moment you turned around, Zak passed through the doorway. In an instant, Billy pulled the rope, emptying the large bucket of snakes onto the unsuspecting target.

“What the Fu—Ahhh!” Zak shrieked and nearly leapt into Aaron’s arms. You, Billy, and Jay all immediately erupted in laughter, followed by Aaron. Zak grasped onto Aaron’s arm for dear life, staring wide-eyed at the dozens of plastic and rubber snakes that now littered the floor.

“Oh my god, look at the terror in his eyes!” Billy cackled as he doubled over, holding his stomach.

“Zak, man, I can’t feel my arm. It’s okay, Z.” Aaron pulled away from Zak, but Zak barely moved. You peered back at Jay, who was still recording, then back at Zak.

“Babe?” For a moment, you were afraid that you had given him an aneurysm or something. Zak’s widened eyes slowly locked on you.

“Fuck you, Y/N.” His voice was low and stern. He slowly loosened his grip on Aaron as he studied the snakes on the floor. “This is why you fuckers haven’t looked at any evidence yet.”

You burst into laughter. “Yeah, well, it was worth it,” you retorted. Billy nodded beside you, agreeing.

“Is this what I have to look forward to now?” Zak finally caught his breath and stepped cautiously over the snakes, towards you. “Am I always going to be looking over my shoulder?”

You grinned. “You knew what you were in for, babe.”

“Dude, we’ve been pranking you since before you two started dating, and you still proposed,” Billy defended, patting Zak’s shoulder. “Don’t call off the wedding now. That tux was expensive.”

Zak laughed, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, I’m not calling anything off.” He yanked you tightly against him and leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from your ear. “But I’m not the only one who should be looking over my shoulder. Revenge is swift, and someone in this room may just be a double-agent.” Your eyes widened and you peered over to Billy, who shared the same look.

“Haha, well, good luck pranking the masters.” You tried to hide your nerves, but Zak was good at surprises. He planned several surprise parties for you and the guys, and had planned his elaborate proposal for months without you suspecting a damn thing.

Well, this was going to be interesting.