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A Tattoo and the Bloodsucker Blues Part 14
"Here's to hoping I'll fall fast asleep tonight
And I'll just need to get through this
Born in the darkness, who brings the light?
And I just, I need to get through this
Or just get used to it"
Beyonce & Willie Jones â "Just For Fun"
A.N.: Content Warning(s): 18+. Mentions of violence and religion.
Celeste groaned and rubbed the back of her head where she hit the floor. She ached all over and didn't want to open her eyes just yet. Maybe if she kept them closed, she could pretend everything in her life was normal again.
"DuchessâŠc'mon cousin, wake upâŠ"
Micah's voice floated above her.
She opened her eyes and coughed. Her stomach still hurt from where Mia punched her. Celeste rolled on her side and covered her face. Micah shook her shoulder.
"We have to get out of here," Micah said.
"And go where?!"
She glanced at her cousin and the once warm rich hues of his brown face had drained away to a pallid coloring. How much blood had he lost?
She rose and stared into his hollow eyes. Fear and shame reflected back to her in equal measure. She glanced around the wrecked sanctuary. It looked like World War III had blown through the church.
Micah touched his wound.
"How bad is it?" she asked.
"I don't think he pierced any vital organsâŠthe bleeding has slowed down. I'm not outta the woods yet."
She stood and surveyed the damage. Father Mbenga's body and head were gone. A deep, mournful sound caught her attention from a pew. Celeste carefully walked toward the noise.
"My God," she muttered.
She found Gadreel curled on his side, one of his wings ripped off of his left shoulder completely. Dark orange clots of his vital fluid darkened the wound area where a hole now lived. The gargoyle leaned back, revealing his entire wounded body to her. His skin bore the marks of a severe ass whooping.
"The father of your child is a fierce fighter," Gadreel said.
Claw marks and missing chunks of flesh aside, the damage to his body wasn't lethal.
"I don't know why he spared me," Gadreel said.
Micah wandered next to her. Gadreel looked up at her cousin.
"Father Mbenga has been too unpredictableâŠerratic the last few months, Micah. We had the Daywalker in our grasp. But nowâŠ"
"I thought he was just under a lot of pressure. I didn't know he'd snap and try to kill us," Micah said.
Celeste glared at her cousin.
"How could you hide all of this from me?" she said.
"This work we doâŠMicah is under a vow of silence. He is a wetaderiâŠa soldier⊠for God," Gadreel said.
"What does God have to do with any of this madness?" she asked.
Gadreel laughed, his voice bouncing against the walls like shotgun blasts. Micah winced, lowering his eyes to the floor.
"It is a tale as old as the beginning of human time itself."
Celeste turned away from the gargoyle and fought to control her emotions and fear.
"I don't have time to listen to bullshit!" she shouted.
"You sound the way Mother Mary did so long ago," Gadreel said.
The gargoyle moved his mouth in a way that mimicked a very human smile.
Celeste cut her eyes at Micah. He watched her with a somber expression.
"Would you have believed me? Had I broken my vow of silence, risked years of moving in the shadows to reveal the truth to youâŠwhat would you have done? Called my mama and told her to collect me because I've lost my mind? There are two worlds, Duchess. The one you live in and the one I survive undetected among nightmares. You remember when Grand-mĂšre used to tell everyone that I had the gift of second sight? WellâŠit wasn't just ghosts she was talking about. I can see things that shouldn't be seen. Supernatural beings count on humans living in ignorance. Growing up, I could see things that no child should ever have to know are real. I think you have the gift too, Duchess. Maybe not as strong as meâŠbut you have sensitivities that draw energy to you. You attract people all the time, and even animals. Don't you remember people saying that animals, old people, and even children were drawn to you?"
"But you were the same way, Micahâ"
"Exactly! We give off an aura of some kindâŠlike a GPS signal⊠that breaks the barrier between worlds and attracts the supernatural the way magnets can pull iron to it. There's a light in you, and I'm sure it's why Terry latched onto you and maybeâŠother things have found their way near you."
"I've seen Terry's great-great-grandmother's ghost. She came to me after he left New Orleans. Now I know she was really his descendant."
"See? Did you think you were losing your mind for a minute?"
"Just a minute."
"When Terry revealed his true self, you probably didn't freak out as much as a normal person would've. The shock hit you and then you moved on to what mattered. Deep down, I'm sure you instinctively sensed something wasn't right about him or your relationship. The rational part of your mind may have even dismissed unusual circumstances because vampires are the master manipulatorsâŠand bay-beeâŠthey can seduce humans like no other. But then they drain youâŠfeed their unnatural bodies and move on to the next willing victim."
Gadreels's lips uncurled into a frown.
"Except, in this caseâŠTerry didn't kill her," the gargoyle pondered.
"We fell in love," Celeste said.
"They are parasites. The only things they're capable of are hate for humanity and hurting others. Bloodlust is their core existence. You should be dead," Gadreel said.
"Yet here I am," she said.
The look in Gadreel's eyes gave her shivers.
"Something is wrong with thatâŠjust as something is wrong with you having the ability to carry a vampire's seed," Gadreel said.
He shut his eyes and shuddered. Pain coursed through him, and he groaned under his breath that smelled like raw meat.
"Micah, seek medical attention and then leave this place for good. The vampires who may have survived our battle tonight will hunt you down. They know your face⊠and your scent. Go as far as you can," Gadreel said.
Micah broke down in tears.
"I'm sorry, Duchess, I did my best to protect you and all the people in this city," Micah heaved out.
"I don't understandâŠcan't gargoyles protect him at night?" Celeste said.
"The familiars and other minions will get to him before we can even discreetly intervene. He must leave and never return. I would suggest leaving the country if you can. The council may help with funds, but your life is in peril here. Go nowâŠquickly. The feral ones heal quickly and might return."
"Is Terry alive?" she asked.
Gadreel nodded.
"He killed many and escaped. Some of his brethren are dead and some scattered. My guess is, he will hide until it is safe to contact you. Unfortunately, there are too many inbred packs and clans in New Orleans right now."
"That's why I called Father Mbenga to send word for help. He messaged as many of our contacts to send the gargoyles here. We had to wait for Terry to show up again. When he's around, the others flock to him. It's our best chance to kill the most vampires. They feel safer when Daywalkers are near," Micah said.
Gadreel choked and spat out a thick glob of bright, orange gargoyle blood that hit the floor in a liquid splat.
"There is a gathering taking place. Our spies and communication networks could not find the source that calls the vampires here in large packs. Something is in the wind and it does not bode well for humans," Gadreel said.
Celeste knelt down and kept her gaze even with the gargoyle.
"What are you really?" she asked.
"I think in your heart, you know."
Gadreel fixed his eyes on Micah.
"Micah, you must escapeâŠleave now."
"What about you?" Micah said.
Her cousin's tone was full of distress.
"I will wait until the sun rises. Perhaps when the humans find me, I may be able to heal in my dormancy when they assume I am some strange statue that appeared in the ruins of this church."
"Terry might find youâŠand kill you," Micah whimpered.
Watching her cousin's eyes fill with tears, she caught on that these two had a long-standing friendship.
"That's what Daywalkers doâŠand why they are so precious to the clans. Don't weep for me MicahâŠyou are named 'He Who is Like God' for a reason. Your dedication to me and the council has been admirable for the last fifteen years. It is time for you to escape a fate worse than my own."
"I don't want to leave Duchess. I have to protect her," Micah said.
"You've done all you can. Now she has to do the rest on her own. The Old Ones won't harm her, and the vampires will protect her. Right now, she lives in a sweet spot. She's the safest human on the planet until the beginning of next year when that child is born."
Micah hugged Celeste. Her emotions were ambivalent toward him, but she clung to his shoulders and shed tears for their predicament together.
"CelesteâŠpleaseâŠdon't keep this baby. You can have others later with a human. I don't want you to live the rest of your life on the run like me, but if you terminate now, we can figure out a new life somewhere, maybe in Mexico or CanadaâŠWest Africa, maybe. We always wanted to visit GhanaâŠconnect to the motherlandâŠanywhere, cousinâŠanywhereâŠI have enough money saved right now that could cover us for a few years until we settle somewhere far from here."
Celeste shook her head.
"I can't. Maybe if I knew the truth weeks agoâŠI could've done itâŠbut nowâŠI want to keep her."
"Don't be stupid. All you'll do is curse your life."
"It's my lifeâŠand hers."
"Micah, her mind will not waver."
Micah broke away from Celeste's arms and knelt down near Gadreel.
"Then you must stay with her, Gadreel. You can heal at her place. Celeste can revoke her invitation from him and you'll be safe from harm there until you're well. It'll take what, a few weeks for a new wing to grow back?"
"Micah! You can't put him in my house without my consent."
"I'm trying to save your life! If those vampires smell his presence, they'll think others surround you. They wouldn't even think of coming near your house again. Gadreel is your best bet. We can drive him in Terry's truck. Are you strong enough to walk?"
Gadreel nodded.
"I can't leave New Orleans until I know you're not alone in this," Micah said.
"What will we say to our family?"
"They all think I'm the chaotic bisexual with hot feet. I'll tell them I'm on a travel adventure with friends and will return when I feel like it. Don't worry about me."
Celeste glanced at Gadreel. Micah helped the gargoyle stand. He was over seven feet tall.
"He's dormant for twelve hours during the day. He can sit in your sewing room and you won't even know he's there."
Celeste looked the creature up and down.
"Oh, I'll notice him."
"Will you do it? Gadreel saved my life when I was fifteen. A feral vampire almost took me out when I was walking home alone one night after football practice. I owe him, Duchess. This situation is fucked up and I'm sorry you're in the mix."
Celeste took a breath. Life without Micah would've been torture when she was a teenager. He'd been her best friend and favorite cousin for a reason. She loved him more like a brother all her life. Now he had to leave home because he tried to help her survive.
"I'll do it."
Energized by her answer, Micah helped guide Gadreel out of the church.
"Wait, Terry had the keys," Micah said.
"His truck uses a keypad for the doors. He leaves the key fob inside," she said.
Celeste quickly punched in the code on the touchpad under the door handle. Micah lifted the truckbed cover and Gadreel squeezed his bulky body under it.
Celeste checked Micah's wound. He brushed her hands away gently.
"I'll go to the hospital and get stitched and make up a story there. Random stabbing. They'll believe it. Don't talk to anyone in the family about me. I'll notify them with my fake plans. Let the family grapevine fill you in later. I have friends in Atlanta I can go to first, and I'll couch surf until I settle further away. If you change your mind, head to our cousins in California. Word will get back to me."
They quickly hugged for the last time, and he went to his car. She watched him drive off as fresh rain fell down. Looking at the church, Celeste wondered how people would react to what they found later. She glanced around the empty street, feeling a quiet calm. Taking a chance, she ran back into the church and sought for the silver chained rope. She grabbed it and ran back to the truck.
Gadreel moved around in her cottage like a bull in a china shop. His large body appeared laughable sitting inside of Celeste's home. He looked around and sniffed the scents inside.
"He stayed with you here?" he asked.
"Yes."
The gargoyle looked at the pictures on her wall and then turned his attention to her French doors.
"His sentinel is here," Gadreel said.
The shadow was back.
Terry's shadow.
"Do not move," Gadreel said.
He inched closer to the doors and Terry's shadow jerked back, but stayed.
"What is a sentinel?"
"Daywalkers can use their shadows as an emissary to watch over their bodies when they are inactiveâŠasleep. It is a built-in warning system of protection from vampire huntersâŠand the Old Ones like me. But this is an anomaly. He's using his shadow to protect you."
"From other vampires?"
"Yes, and from other night creatures that roam when humans slumber. I think I am beginning to understand why he left youâŠwhy you are still alive."
"Why?"
"Vampires have to feed. They can go three to four days without drinking human blood if they aren't able to secure regular food sources. Once bitten, other vampires will stay clear of you because you belong to another. If he stayed here long enough for his scent to be trapped in this house, then he must've been starving and left to keep from killing you."
"He would kill me? Someone he's supposed to love?"
"He is a vampire, Celeste. He cannot go against his own natureâŠyet he is doing it. Daywalkers need their shadows with them. He'll become weak without it. Your life meant more to him than his own. Revoke your invitation from the Daywalker. The shadow will return to him and he will no longer be welcome in this house. If you want to keep your baby alive and safe from my kind, then do what I say."
"I'm supposed to trust you?"
"Your cousin did for fifteen years. He was your closest confidante. If he trusted me with his life, then you should do the same."
"You want my baby to live? Aren't you supposed to murder her when she comes out of me?"
"You are a portal. All women are portals for life to come through. If you revoke your invitation, I will tell you how to save your childâŠlet it be born human."
Celeste gasped and moved closer to Gadreel. Terry's shadow loomed over them. Even through the rain outside, enough moon and starlight kept it visible.
She touched her stomach. As a mother, she had the power to protect the little one inside of her, no matter who the child's father was. Celeste loved Terry. Her time with him had been special, but something instinctual and primal took over her mind. If her daughter had a chance to be human, she would do what it took to make it so.
"TerryâŠyou are no longer welcome in my home. I revoke my invitation to be here. Leave this place."
Terry's shadow arms flew up, and it rushed toward the double doors as if it wanted to ram the glass. Instead, it disappeared like water being shut off from a faucet. Instant and abrupt. Celeste touched her chest and exhaled hard.
"Sit," Gadreel said, pointing to her sectional.
She sat down and he crouched down on his haunches, tucking his only wing flat against his back. The pink glow from her lamps gave him a surreal expression. Although he was scary looking, there was a strange handsomeness to his sharply angular face. If someone walked into her home, they would think she was holding a conversation with Satan.
"What I will tell you will determine the fate of your child. So listen to me well. Terry wasn't a human before he was born. His mother was a vampire. Someone I knew when we lived with God."
"What?"
Gadreel closed his narrow eyes and sighed.
"The Old OnesâŠwe were the angels that followed LusÄ«feri when God cast us out of heaven. LusÄ«feri wanted the first man and woman to have free will, but God wanted to inflict predetermination. They didn't trust humans."
"They?"
"God is neither male nor female. God is not even their name. If I said it in the language of heaven, you would perish. Human ears cannot handle the power or the mere utterance of the word."
"In the beginning was the word."
"Yes. The word that started creation. It was God's nameâŠGod calling upon itself. LusÄ«feriâ"
"Satan?"
"LusÄ«feriâŠwhen they were banished, they chose to become a woman for Lilitu. Some humans called her LilithâŠAdam's first human companion."
Celeste jumped up.
"I don't want to know thisâŠjust tell me how to save my baby!"
"You are frightened. I understand. You have been led to believe one version of the creation and being confronted with the truth is unnerving. But you must hear it."
Celeste nodded and rubbed her right hand on her thigh out of nervousness. Gadreel clasped his hands together, his claws clicking against each other.
"Lilitu was unhappy with Adam, and Lusīferi gave her comfort. They became lovers, and Lusīferi turned Lilitu into a vampire like her. All of us who stood with Lusīferi became vampires. But several millennia passed and those of us who followed the daystar yearned to return with God. God told us we would have to fight our siblings for ten thousand years, and we did. Our wings were restored to us, but not our ethereal beauty."
"What does this all have to do with Terry? Get to the point, please. I can't take any more biblical parables. My life and my baby are on the line."
Gadreel ignored her and continued.
"Lilitu and Lusīferi fed on humans and ruled over the fallen ones who stayed loyal to them. But a thousand years ago, they parted from one another. They wandered the earth in separate places. No one knows why. But over two hundred and sixty years ago, Lilitu fell in love with a human man here in New Orleans. She fell pregnant with a child. Terry."
Celeste's eyes grew enormous. She slid down from the sectional onto the floor and tucked her knees into her chest.
"Terry was the first and only known vampire conceived with the seed of a male human. Lilitu did not want her baby born a vampire. She sacrificed herself so that Terry could be born human."
"How did she do that?"
"I cut off her head while she was in labor and left her body in the open so the sun would do the rest. She burned away, leaving a human child behind. When nightfall came again, I took the child and left him on the doorstep of the Guidry family who his father belonged to. People who didn't know of his bloodline adopted him. He was their actual family. Terry's father had stepped out on his wife with LilituâŠthen sold their child away, not knowing what he had done."
"I can't believe this."
"You must. It was Lusīferi who rescued Terry from the lynching. Turned him back into something Lilitu never wanted for him."
Celeste burst into tears and covered her face, fully understanding what she had to do to save her own child. Kill Terry so that his vampire blood wouldn't taint the baby.
"He wants this child you carry, Celeste. He wants to be in her life. It's why he fought so hard in the church and killed so manyâŠeven his own kind who want you dead. Terry has turned away from his clan. Has done so for ten years. They need him, but if they can't keep him, they will take your baby and use her for their protection and my destruction."
"Why did you help his mother?"
"She was innocent. She'd been a human once. I wanted to curry favor with God and show him that humanity was worth fighting for. Purely selfish reasons."
"Then why did you follow Lusīferi in the first place?"
"I thought she was right so long ago. But on earth, she changed into someone I did not understand. Her hatred for humans turned into feeding on them to spite God and his creation. I tried to save Terry once before. Now I want to help his child avoid his fate. You must find him on your own and kill him. Only then will the baby live properly. Your blood bond with him connects you and the child. Break that bond and you will be free."
Gadreel stood and wandered into the sewing room. She closed the door behind him and rested on her bed. Normally she would pray, but would God listen to her pleas to save a baby born of fallen ones?
In the darkness, she wept.
For herselfâŠher babyâŠand Terry.
Part 15 soon come...
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Crushes Are For School Girls | Quarters Of The Undead
Summary: Crushesâthe innocent little glances. The blushing. The butterflies. We all get them. For Georgianna, it was much more than that. The crush in question had those same butterflies, though, stealing the same innocent glances. And everyone seemed to noticeâŠexcept for her.
Era: Quarry.
Warnings: Swearing, allusions to sex, one sexual comment (from Merle).
Word count: 4k.
Pairings: Georgie x Daryl (unestablished); Vec x Scud (established)
A/N: Thank you, @thevegandarkelf, for helping me with the summary. Youâre amazing. Anyways, I hope yâall like this!
âWhy am I like this?â
âYou have a crush, Ginny. Itâs natural to feel this way.â
âYeah, well crushes suck. Crushes are for school girls, not for women of my grown ass age.â
Vec chuckled as she gingerly rubbed Georgiannaâs back, the woman in question being face planted into her pillow on her sleeping bag. âThere, there, Gin. Itâs okay. Youâll survive this.â
Despite the reassurance, Georgianna still groaned into the pillow, feeling utterly stupid about the turmoil of emotions whirring around in her being. However, the most prominent feeling was the one in her stomach, one which could only be described as butterflies. Butterflies because of something so simple. Butterflies because her hair got tucked behind her ear. Butterflies because of the man that wielded a crossbow and had become the starring attraction in her nightly dreams.
A man named Daryl Dixon.
Georgianna did not even fully understand how she had started spending time with the archer in the first place. Her tentâthat she shared with both her best friend, Vec, and Vecâs boyfriend, Scudâhad been set up on the outskirts of the camp, right next to those of the Dixon brothersâ, so it was only natural that they would have had to converse with one another.
However, the friendship that had bloomedâand surprisingly, rather quickly, tooâbetween Georgianna and Daryl was something completely unexpected. And the crush that Georgianna harboured on the man was also, completely, one hundred percent unexpectedâto her more than anyone.
And now Vecâand sometimes Scudâhad to put up with her yammering on about Daryl, and she felt rather guilty about it, because she was talking about him a lot.
The sound of the tent flap opening caught both Georgianna and Vecâs attention. Vec stood up from the ground and Georgianna rolled over and sat back up, Georgianna sent a nod in Scudâs direction, which instantly confused the man.
âWoah, whatâs up with you?â he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhereâs the eye roll? The scoff? The âoh great, itâs youâ? Whereâs the Marianne I know and donât love?â
Vec laughed lightly at that, before shaking her head. âSheâs too lovesick to insult you today.â
Georgianna sent a glare in Vecâs direction. âTraitor,â she mouthed to her, only earning a falsely innocent smile in return.
âOoh, okay,â Scud replied to Vecâs statement, his lips contorting up into a smirk. âSo what is it about this time? His arms? His shoulders? His hands? His asââ
âOkay!â Georgianna cut him off, rolling her eyes at the laughter that tumbled out of his mouth, before shifting her attention back to Vec. âI donât talk about him that much, do I?â
Vec hummed and shook her head. âNo. Nope, not really. You pretty much talk about him the same amount I did back when I first started dating Josh.â
âJesus, Iâm that bad?â Georgianna whispered to herself, mildly horrified at that admission. âFucking hell, I need to be put down.â
âYou talked about me a lot?â Scud mused in a sickeningly lovestruck tone of voice, coming up to stand next to Vec, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.
Vec rolled her eyes and lightly shoved him, not enough to do any damage. âDonât let it go to your head,â she told him, trying to calm the heat that formed in her cheeks.
âNever,â Scud chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Vecâs shoulders and pulled her into him, before pressing a kiss to her temple. âYouâre so cute when you blush, yâknow that?â
âYeah? Wellââ
âIf you two wanna get down and dirty tonight, just let me know so that I can move my sleeping bag to someone elseâs tent,â Georgianna chimed in, drawing the coupleâs attention back to reality.
Scud rolled his eyes, but made no effort to remove his arm from its position around Vec. âWho would you even stay with? I thought Vec was your only friend.â
âVery funny,â Georgianna replied in a monotone voice.
âI know who would willingly offer to let her stay with them,â Vec voiced, a small, teasing smirk on her face. âIâll give you a tip. Their name rhymes with âMerylâ.â
âWow, youâre super subtle about that,â Georgianna scoffed, pushing herself up from her sleeping bag. She grabbed her pencil and sketchbook from her bag, before sending Vec a small smile. âI can offer up an hour of me being away from the tent. Iâm gonna be out by the main campfire. Just stay away from my sleeping bag. I would highly prefer not to sleep next to Scudâs jizz stains tonight, thank you very much.â
The blush that coated Vecâs cheeks was bright enough to make tomatoes jealous. However, she simply nodded at her. âThanks.â
Whether something would happen between her and Scud in that one hour, she did not know. What she did know, however, was that the younger Dixon brother was fixing up his crossbow by the campfire, with nobody else around for the time being, meaning that Georgianna and Daryl would be completely alone⊠It was the perfect set up.
Closing the tent flap behind her, Georgianna let out a small sigh, before making good on her words and trudging forward towards the campfire. The Hawkins woman was surprised by the lack of chatter that night. Usually, most of the adults in the camp would talk away until they absolutely had to go back to their tents. Those late night talks was something unofficially instituted to attempt to regain some semblance of normalcy in a crazy world run by the undead. However, that night, there was absolutely nobody around. It seemed like everyone had decided to turn in early that night. Well, everyone except a certain blue-eyed archer.
Georgianna did not even notice Daryl until she was standing a mere few feet away from him. Admittedly, she was so deep in thought that, had he not cleared his throat, she probably would have gone and sat right on his lap, completely unaware that the seat was otherwise occupied.
Georgiannaâs eyes widened in surprise, before she schooled her expression to one of nonchalance, a friendly smile on her face. âDaryl, hi.â
The archer nudged his nose up in a half nod. âHey, Georgie.â
The way he said her name, the gruffness that laced his tone, but mixed with a softness that was reserved purely for herâat least, if she chose to believe what Vec told herâhad her weak in the knees. However, she forced herself to remain upright, refusing to make a complete fool of herself in front of the man she so desperately wished she did not have a crush on.
âUh, mind if I sit?â she asked softly, motioning over to the chair next to him.
Daryl shrugged. âGo ahead.â
Georgianna nodded and sat down in the seat. Although this was not the first time that she had spent time with the archer, this time around, it just felt⊠different. She could not fully explain it.
Daryl shifted his attention back to his crossbow, fiddling with the strings as Georgianna opted to occupy her mind with her drawing. Free time became a luxury, and she truly treasured just being able to sit down and draw. She used to be able to sketch whenever, but with the world in shambles, she found herself lucky if she were able to even glance at her sketchbook once a week.
As she went about drawing, her legs curled up beneath her on the chair, Daryl took the opportunity to steal glances at her. In his mind, she truly looked ethereal in that moment. Her hair was tied up into a loose ponytail, but a few stray pieces of hair fell in wispy, curly strands in her face, acting as a curtain between her and the real world. Her brown, chocolate eyes were lightened by the glow of the campfire, giving them a more amber-like tone, and her cheeks were slightly pink, a colour that Daryl thought suited her.
God, she is gorgeous, Daryl thought to himself.
Daryl did not know exactly when he started developing feelings for the woman next to him, but he did know that his feelings were completely justified. She was damn near perfect in his eyes. She was so kind, so nice, and so goddamn considerate. She could be such a chatterbox, but whenever it came to him, she did not talk his ear off. It was like she could read his cues like the back of her hand, and she knew exactly when to back off and give him his space.
She was such a genuine person, and he could not help but feel drawn to her. Despite many attempts to put some distance between them, to withdraw himself from her until she got the hint, he just could not help it. He kept going back. She made him feel like less of a piece of garbage. She actually treated him like a human being, which is more than could be said for ninety nine percent of the other members of the group.
Realizing that he was staring at her for a beat too long, he ducked his head, instead focusing back on his crossbow. He just thanked whatever god was out there that she was too occupied with her drawing to realize his slip up.
âSo,â Daryl began, surprisingly being the first one to strike up a conversation, âhow long have ya been doinâ that? Drawinâ, I mean.â
Georgianna looked up at him, a bright smile on her face, one that had his stomach doing somersaults. âNot long, actually. I didnât pick up the hobby until I was twenty-five. One of my students told me once that they bet I couldnât recreate the Mona Lisa, and I proved them wrong.â
âI bet it looked great,â Daryl replied, placing his crossbow down on the ground next to him.
âOh, no. It looked like dog shit,â Georgianna laughed, glancing between her drawing and the man next to her. âBut it was a fun challenge. It made me realize that I wanted to be able to do that, you know? Create pictures from my mind alone. So I bought myself a bunch of supplies and every nigh, before bed, Iâd draw anything and everything just to get some practice in. My TV, my coffee mug, my stuffed rabbitââ
âYou had a stuffed rabbit? At twenty-five?â Daryl mused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. That little piece of information was actually rather adorable.
Georgianna rolled her eyes with a smile. âYes, I did. It was a gift from my dad when I turned nine. HeâŠâ she trailed off, her smile dimming at the thought of that awful time in her life. âHe bought it for me as a way to help me cope with what happened with myâmy mother.â
Daryl frowned slightly at the clear shift in the mood. The small, curious part of him wanted to ask what she was talking about, about what had happened with her mother, but the other, more logical side of him told him not to. She never pressed him for answers on anything he revealed of his life before, so he would respect that kindness she had showed him by reciprocating the sentiment.
âYeah, I get that. The thing holds sentimental value or some bullshit like that, right?â Daryl said, attempting to lighten the mood.
Georgianna smiled and nodded. âYeah. Some bullshit like that.â She sighed and leaned back in her chair, closing her sketchbook and letting it rest on her lap. âI wish I could have grabbed it before we left the city. Itâs the one thing that canât be replaced for me.â
Daryl hummed in acknowledgement. Not really knowing how to go about the situation, and clearly sensing that Georgianna needed a pick-me-up, he opted to change the topic. âWhat were ya drawinâ?â
âThe landscape,â Georgianna replied, motioning over to the treeline just beyond the array of tents. âThe scenery is beautiful. I could get into what exactly I find beautiful, but something tells me that youâre not really into the whole ânature is a wonderâ thing.â
âYouâd be right âbout that,â Daryl chuckled. He looked back over to Georgianna, right in time to see her pull up the sleeves of her shirt, revealing something he had somehow never noticed until that point. âYou have a tattoo?â
âOh! Yes, I do,â she confirmed, twisting her body slightly to extend her arm and show him the picture permanently ingrained in her skin. âItâs a bunny tattoo.â
âFrom what ya told me jusâ a few moments ago, it seems pretty fittinâ,â Daryl told her, leaning back in his chair. âWhen did ya get that?â
âAbout two years ago,â Georgianna replied after a moment of thinking. âIâve always wanted to get a tattoo of an animal, and what better one to get than the one that holds the most sentimental value to me, right?â
âRight,â Daryl agreed with a light hum. âYa really seem to like rabbits. So how much do ya cry when I bring dead ones back from my hunts?â
That made Georgianna laugh. The sound was like music to the archerâs ears, and Daryl felt a sense of pride knowing that he was the one that had caused it. It made him feel good about himself.
âYes, I like rabbits, but I donât cry when you bring dead ones back. I know that itâs vital for our survival. Their meat feeds us, but most importantly, they feed the kids. Carl, Sophia⊠The rabbitsâ meat ensure that the kiddos donât go to bed hungry. To me, that means that their sacrifices donât go in vain.â
âThatâs a nice wayâa thinkinâ âbout it,â Daryl told her.
âYeah.â She leaned back in her own chair, her chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement as she gazed at Daryl. âI guess rabbits just really mean a lot to me. As a kid, my dad would take me and my brother out camping, and heâd always take us to this place in the woods where the rabbits were just about everywhere. They did not fear humans at all. I even woke up and found a baby bunny sleeping on my legs once. It was the cutest thing ever.â
âSo ya really like rabbits.â It was more of a statement than a question, but he got an answer anyway.
âI do. They bring a sense of joy to me. They remind me of some of the happiest times in my life. I know, itâs weird.â
Daryl shook his head. âNah, ainât nothinâ weird âbout that. It brings ya comfort. Nothinâ wrong with that.â
Georgianna smiled at him, a soft, genuine one. âThank you,â she thanked him softly.
ââCourse.â
The silence that fell between them was not one of discomfort. That was one thing that Daryl appreciated about the woman; the ability to sit with her in complete silence, and not have it be awkward. She knew exactly when to initiate a conversation with him, she knew exactly when Daryl preferred to sit in relative silence, and she knew exactly when he wanted to be left alone. That alone had been one of the many things that had drawn him to the woman in the first place, and he deeply appreciated her ability to read his social cuesâor, well, lack thereof.
However, the silence did not last long at all. It got interrupted, and if looks could kill, Merle Dixon would be six feet under due to the glare Daryl was throwing his way.
âHoly shit, would ya look at this?â Merle laughed loudly, stumbling almost drunkenly towards the pair.
Georgianna instantly felt uncomfortable. She was a people person, but there were a select few people that she just could not bring herself to like, no matter how hard she tried; Shane Walsh, Ed Peletier, and Merle Dixon. And now the latter was ruining the serene moment that Daryl and Georgianna was having.
Wonderful, Georgianna thought to herself, pursing her lips together.
âFuck off, Merle,â Daryl grumbled, shooting his brother a furious look. âMânot in the mood for your bullshit.â
âNow sâthat any way to address me in front of this hot pieceâa ass, boy? Donâ embarrass me like that, lilâ brother. Not unless you want me to kick your teeth in.â
Georgianna inhaled deeply, held her breath for four seconds, before exhaling again. She was trying really hard not to lash out at the man and his vulgar comments. Despite everything, Georgianna knew how important Merle was to Daryl, and she did not want to risk losing his friendship because she had a fight with his brother, even if said brother was a complete jackass.
âI think Iâm gonna call it a night,â Georgianna declared. She picked up her sketchbook and pencil, before getting up. âGood night, guys. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
She gently gripped Darylâs shoulder in greeting, sending him one last smile, before she began stalking back towards her tent. Whether or not Vec and Scud were done doing the devilâs tango, she did not care. She wanted to faceplant into her pillow and throw the towel in for the day.
Daryl watched Georgiannaâs retreating figure, his hand gingerly touching where herâs had gripped his shoulder not even ten seconds ago. Unwillingly, a small smile played on his lips, and his heart was galloping in his chest. Her touch felt so nice. Her hand was so soft, so warm. He definitely wanted to feel that again. That thought alone was rather terrifying.
Daryl got snapped from his thoughts by the sound of Merleâs loud, obnoxious voice, and he seriously wanted to punch his brother in that moment. âJusâ shut up, Merle,â he mumbled, getting up from the chair, picking up his crossbow, and making his way over to his tent.
When Georgianna got back to the tent, she was surprised to find the tent flap already open. When she stepped into the material shelter, she was even more surprised to see Vec sitting upright in her sleeping bag, Scud laying on his back next to her, both pairs of eyes looking at her expectantly.
âSo, howâd it go?â Vec asked in a sing-song voice, pushing her glasses up her nose when they slipped off a bit.
Georgianna, choosing to play dumb, frowned at her. âHowâd what go?â
Vec scoffed at her. âBabe, please. Weâve been friends since before we could even talk. I know that look. Now spill.â
Georgianna rolled her eyes and sighed over dramatically. âFine, fine.â She dropped her sketchbook and pencil onto her bag on the floor, kicked her shoes off and dropped down onto her sleeping bag, before sitting up and facing her best friend. âBefore you ask, no. Nothing romantic happened. We just talked.â
âYou hear that, Vee? They just talked,â Scud chimed in. He pushed himself to sit upright so that he could properly see Georgianna, a smirk on his face. âWe,â he began, motioning between him and Vec, âstarted off just talking, too. Look at us today.â
âWell, Joshua, Iâm not Vec, and Daryl most certainly isnât you, thank god.â
Scud scoffed at that. âYeah, thank god. Wouldnât want two completely awesome meâs runninâ around.â
âThen the camp would descend into complete and utter chaos. Then Deputy Dick would really hate us,â Georgianna quipped, before sighing. âNothing happened between us, guys. I swear, we just talked. He asked me about my drawing, and then we talked about my love of rabbits. Thatâs all. Merle cut us off after that.â
âOh, Jesus Christ!â Vec exclaimed, a groan leaving her. âFucking idiot. Just had to go and ruin the build up to the first kiss. God, I hate him.â
âWoah, woah, woah. You just skipped a million chapters ahead. Even if he didnât interrupt, there most definitely would not have been a first kiss.â Georgianna looked down at her hands, a frown tugging at her eyebrows. âI doubt there ever will be a first kiss. I doubt Daryl even likes me like that.â
That made Vec spring into motion. She got up from her sleeping bagâafter a bit of protest from Scud, but she quickly shushed himâand plopped herself down next to her best friend. She took Georgiannaâs face into her hands and gently forced her chocolate brown eyes to meet her ocean-coloured ones, a serious, no nonsense look in their depths.
âGeorgianna Marianne Hawkins, Iâm gonna need you to listen to me very closely. I know you didnât say it outright, but I know whatâs whirring around in that pretty head of yours. There is absolutely, positively, one hundred percent, fuck all wrong with you. Youâre an ethereal, amazing, goddamn goddess, and he would be lucky to have you. Anyone would be lucky to have you. In fact, I would be surprised if he didnât want you. I wish you could see what I do. Daryl Dixon is down bad for you.â
âSheâs right, yâknow,â Scud chipped in. âHis eyes follow you when youâre not looking. He thinks heâs being discreet, but the Scudster is amazinâ at pickinâ up stuff like that. Thatâs a look of enamour if I ever saw one.â
âSee?â Vec asked. âHe likes likes you, Babe. I promise.â
Georgianna really wanted to believe them. She really did. However, she just couldnât. The friendship, albeit a relatively new oneâbarely over two monthsâshe shared with Daryl was just too precious to risk. The crossbow-wielding archer was not particularly known for his openess towards befriending people in the camp. Georgianna had been the only outlier, and if she decided to make a move and it ended up being something he did not want, the friendship could potentially be ruined.
No, she did not want to risk that.
She gingerly removed Vecâs hands from her face, a rather sad smile gracing her features. âMaybe yâall are right. Iâll⊠Iâll think about it, okay?â
That answer seemed to satisfy Scud, the man in question laying back down, but Vec knew better. She frowned at Georgianna, and lowered her voice to a whisper.
âThat didnât make you feel better, did it?â
Georgianna glanced at Scud, before looking back at Vec. âIâll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Give you the whole run down on my emotions and shit.â
Vec slowly nodded. âIâm keeping you to that.â
Vec lightly ruffled Georgiannaâs hair, laughing lightly when the woman swatted her hand away, before crawling back over to her sleeping bag a few feet away from her best friendâs.
The three inhabitants of the dark blue tent started settling in for the night. Vec cuddled up next to Scud after exchanging one last kiss with him for the night, before taking her glasses off and setting them down on the makeshift table. Scudâs eyes were already closed by the time Vec was completely settled down.
Despite the little fire in the lamp that illuminated the tent being turned off, sleep did not come instantly for Georgianna. Her thoughts were running free in her head. Georgianna hated crushes. On the rare occasions that she got them, she always got them hard. She wished that she had the ability to keep her feelings under control. She wished that she was not so insecure about relationships. She wished that she felt confident enough to make a move and see where everything went from there. And above all else, she wished that she could suppress her growing feelings towards the younger Dixon brother.
As she slowly drifted off into the welcoming depths of slumber, those thoughts drifted from her mind, instead being replaced by a dream her brain had carefully crafted to bring her some release from her inner turmoil. As sleep finally overcame her, Georgianna laid completely still, blissfully unaware of the fact that in the tent closest to theirs, Daryl Dixon was still wide awake, fighting a losing battle against his own steadily growing feelings, his mind being plagued by images of the woman he cared for more than he had wanted to.
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so.... i am officially done with the curse of strahd campaign... i did NOT expect all that. i think our dm chose violence on day one and he never stopped. he was merciful maybe... once? the npcs were great, i wanted to study them like bugs... but damn was that campaign difficult difficult lemon difficult.
got me emotional far too many times. the guilt for what we all messed up was always there in the back of my head. we were basically put through a wringer every week. i want to do it again.
and here's the problem i have. i don't know what to think, because i wanted her to get her own happy end. instead, she ended up:
it was kinda sad that we didn't get the Good Endingâą, basically everyone in the party lost. only my character survived the endgame after being revivified, but i can safely say that she wishes she stayed dead.
1) objectified (decided to sell herself in hopes of getting out of the whole mess and fixing things)
2) a traitor (because she killed her friend who protected her this whole time she was dying and after that he stood guard over her dead body)
3) as someone even worse than she was before the whole adventure (came back to being opportunistic, but with an addition of crippling guilt and shame)
yes, in that order. didn't save anyone she ever cared for, sold the rest of her agency for scraps, ended up as an accessory to the count. sure, she did lift the curse, but the cost was... ehhh. and the consequences of that were also... ehhhh... her turning evil i think. because the epilogue i got didn't give me much hope for her keeping the rest of her humanity.
now i am unsure. paradoxically, i think that if i actually got the good ending, i would not be this involved in the story. this whole thing we did was a mess. i don't think there were any quests we did correctly. the dice were also ruthless. so i don't know, maybe it was meant to be, and our dm just cranked up the tragedy levels.
i made this character as an experiment, just to see whether i could play someone morally dubious. it was fun. more fun that i expected it to be. i don't like the fact that throughout 6 months of playing, she made approximately... one step towards the good. and in the endgame, she took at least two steps back.
but then again, isn't this what i wanted? i wanted terrible choices with terrible outcomes and i got them. maybe i just feel bad for being satisfied with a tragic ending, even though i shouldn't, because not everything has to end with rainbows and unicorns. and i agreed to the possibility of an absolute fuck-up.
i don't know where i was going with all that, i guess i needed some space to vent and figure my feelings out. the campaign was good. very fucking good. gave me brainrot. inspired me to write a diary. in character. in polish. almost 60 pages of writing. i haven't written anything in polish since high school.
slay, my fucked-up arcane trickster with a stolen name, you were the best. give my regards to dracula, since you are on earth already. and bring me some english biscuits when you're done with your conquest. aaand maybe stab the count with the sunsword, if you ever find it.
so... no more venting, i'm done. accepted the fuckery i did and its consequences.
#curse of strahd#cos spoilers#but not really i think#let me just say that when she died rahadin swooped in. brought her body to ravenloft with her paladin friend#dropped the news that he sent her mother away from barovia to save her during the massacre#and that now her only purpose was to become a bride#all she needed to do was to kill the paladin#i don't think I'll ever be able to stop telling his player that i am so fucking sorry#she did what she was asked to do in hopes of surviving and getting everyone back alive#and as you can see from this post#all that moral dilemma was for nothing bc she ended up worse#so like... you can fix her... you SURE can make her worse... but then you'll have to deal with a moral hangover
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cherry wine - firefighter!rafe
* âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© âË â
summary: who knew career day would involve a hot sexy mustached firefighter wanting to take you on a date.
warnings: teacher!reader x firefighter!rafe, mutual pining, fluff, a little self doubt, lots of flirting, sexual innuendos, talk of sex but no smut
an: that pic is how I picture firefighter!rafe, I donât think I need to elaborate any more. title will make more sense in the second part, hope you all enjoy!! & yes this will be a part 2 of the date hehehe. I did not proof read this so my bad
masterlist - part two
* âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© âË â
This day could not end sooner. I had been the most chaotic day trying to consistently wrangle a bunch of nine year olds. It was the third gradeâs career day at the school you taught at.
The day has been filled with moving from station to station and learning about new careers. Some were a little more interesting than others. It was hard to get the kids to leave the lizard wrangler but they didnât care much for the optometrist.
Some of the lovely volunteers were kind enough to provide treats for the kids which only made their energy sky rocket. It was your first year teaching and even though you felt confident in your abilities to handle the kids you still tripped up a bit. A kid scraped his knee running from the hair stylist to the park ranger. You were a bit busy untangling a brush out another students hair to tell him not to run. It had been a lot.
Now it was nearing closer to the bell ringing and your weekend starting. You were definitely going to need a drink after today. Career day led up to the fire department coming and showing the kids every tool, button, and switch on their trucks. It would give you and your fellow teachers some time to relax as they all sat around the parking lot waiting for them to arrive.
âYou survive today?â Martha asked as she stood next to you. The two of you started at this school together, both being first time teachers. That alone strengthened the immediate bond you had with the curly haired woman.
You let out a tired laugh, âBarely, you?â
She nodded, âBarely.â
You looked around briefly to make sure students werenât listening to you two, âWinnieâs tonight?â
She grinned happily, âThought youâd never ask. I could use a drink or ten.â
âAgreed.â You nodded.
Thatâs when you all spotted the two trucks approaching. The kids started to cheer and scream as they honked.
Martha leaned in to murmur, âAt least we get to end the day with hot men with mustaches.â
Thatâs when it hit you. You hadnât even thought about that all day. Now your hair was a mess and your light makeup all practically gone.
âI didnât even think about that. I look like a mess,â You muttered.
âOh please you look good. Even after wrangling twenty five children all day.â
You nudged her with a grin. The trucks parked in front of the students and the firefighters began filing out. The principal stood in front introducing them and what they were going to do.
Martha was right. Hot fireman indeed. There were six guys and they all began introducing themselves. You tried your hardest to pay attention to each one and watch your kids, but it was hard when one particular firefighter stood out.
He looked younger than the rest with his bleached hair and untrimmed mustache. His biceps bulged in his navy tee shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked so big and broad you wanted to melt. His eyes scanned the crowd as the guy next to him began introducing himself. Thatâs when his eyes passed you and did a double take. At least thatâs what you hoped that was. He made eye contact with you and a small smirk began forming on his lips. Not looking away as your face began to heat up from his stare.
You looked away briefly as your nerves bubbled. When you looked back he was still looking at you and that smirk had gotten wider. Even when it was his turn to introduce himself he didnât look away.
âHi everyone Iâm Rafe, Iâve been a firefighter for three years now. I also help train the new fire dogs to be able to help us out when we need them,â He finished giving the crowd a big smile. He finally looked away from you as he rubbed his mustache.
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The presentation was supposed to be and hour but it somehow felt like five minutes. Probably because you couldnât look away from someone in particular. He was just so handsome. The way his back muscles tightened and arms bulged as he picked things up had you feeling butterflies in places you didnât know were possible.
This was not like you to get so dumbstruck by a man. You should know better that attractive fireman should not be trusted. But damn was he good to look at.
Rafe was grateful that he had decided to sign up to volunteer for career day at the schools. He liked seeing how excited kids got at their job so he was doing it solely for that. He didnât expect to lay eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. At first he thought the teachers were all going to be his momâs age older, but nope. He had been very wrong.
As him and the guys went through their presentation he couldnât help but glance over at her any chance he got.
Even the momâs who arrived early to get a glimpse of them werenât enough to distract him. Even after first setting his eyes on her he knew he was going to do everything in his power to talk to her.
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The firefighters stayed until all the kids had been picked up so they didnât get stuck in the after school traffic. Rafe was thankful they didnât get a call either or else he would have missed his chance. He looked over to where you were waving goodbye to your last student of the day and saw his open window.
He pat Javier on the back leaving him to wind up the hose himself, âBe right back.â
He stood up with a furrowed brow, âOf course Cameron.â He muttered as he said the blonde stride over to the pretty teacher.
You were texting Martha as you began walking to your class to see if she was already at Winnies. She had gotten out earlier as all her students were picked up already. You didnât notice the broad man that approached you.
âHi, can I walk you back to your class?â You looked up slightly startled.
Were you hallucinating because of the heat? Why was this big tall handsome stranger talking to you? You looked around to see if he was talking to someone else.
âMe?â You pointed at yourself with a questioning look.
His smirk widened, âYeah, itâs really dangerous out here to be walking alone.â He teased.
You laughed, âRight um yeah sure.â
âLead the way,â He said as he put his hands in his pockets.
âYour guys presentation was really good, the kids loved it. I already know theyâre not going to shut up about it next week,â You laughed brushing hair behind your ear. You felt like a teenager again with a crush.
He smiled, âThanks. Hopefully inspired some future firefighters. Iâve been doing it for a couple years now, is this your first year teaching?â
You were surprised he even thought about that, âYeah actually it is.â
âI knew Iâd remember that face if Iâd seen you before,â Rafe wasnât one to hold back with his flirting. When he knew what he wanted he would do anything in his power to get it. His career choice definitely helps him out a bit.
You coughed a surprised laugh, âOh I- uh this is me,â you stuttered out as you got to your classroom. You werenât used to men being so forward. They usually danced around compliments like they wanted you to work for it before earning one.
He opened the door for you, âIâm Rafe by the way,â He held his big hand out for you to shake. He took your much smaller hand in his as you told him your name. The heat of having his attention never leaving your cheeks.
âAre you doing anything tonight? Iâd love to see you outside of work,â He leaned against the door casually. As he folded his arms over his chest they looked even bigger. Youâre surprised thereâs no drool dripping down your chin.
âNo uh well yes I am, Iâm meeting my friend Martha. She was standing next to me during the assembly. Weâre going to Winnieâs if youâd like to join. Or not itâs fine if you donât and you changed your mind or something,â You cleared your throat as you finished rambling.
That smirk turning into a wide grin, âIâll see you there. Maybe Iâll bring one of the guys with me.â
She nodded with a smile, âThatâd be great, Iâm sure Martha would appreciate that.â
âIâll see you then,â He winked subtly and walked back out. That smug grin still on his face.
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âYou are the bestest friend Iâve ever had!â Martha exclaimed as you finished telling her about your conversation with the hot firefighter.
You laughed, âI didnât even do anything, god heâs so hot I hope I donât embarrass myself.â You looked back at the entrance to the bar to see if he was here yet.
âYou wonât. He probably loves the whole cute young elementary teacher thing,â Marth said as she took a sip of her cocktail.
âI donât wanna be that though. I want to be a hot sexy woman,â You sighed dramatically.
When you got to winnies you spent about 10 minutes in your car fixing your smudged makeup and messy hair. You really wished career day didnât put you through the ringer. You even changed into a random top that was in the backseat because the tee shirt you were wearing wasnât doing you justice.
It had been almost an hour and they still hadnât shown up. You had begun to feel disappointed that maybe he was just all talk. Maybe he did that to every new teacher at the schools he went to. But to save yourself the self pity you thought maybe he got a call and had to work. That was the most reasonable explanation. At least thatâs what you told yourself.
âThey probably got busy. Saving lives or something,â Martha waved off as she finished her second drink. You were also currently on your second and your feet were feeling fuzzy so you were cutting yourself off. Youâd probably end up going home after the buzz wore off.
You tried not to show how disappointment flowed through you, âYeah probably. Guess it was too go-â you cut yourself off as you saw the door open and a head of bleach blonde hair came through. Your eyes widened and look away quickly.
âOhmygod heâs here,â you mumbled to Martha. He hasnât seen you yet.
She smiled, âIs the friend hot?â
You looked over and thatâs when you met his eye. Rafe was already looking at you. He smirked and began walking over with a guy to a similar build as him walked behind him.
âYes and theyâre coming,â You said quickly as you cleared your throat.
âHello ladies,â Rafe smirked as he approached.
You smiled softly, âHey,â
Rafe thought you were pretty before but now in this setting you looked unreal. He was so glad he signed up for career day.
âThis is Josh,â He nodded towards the brunette next to him.
You smiled politely at him, âHi Josh. Iâm y/n and this is Martha,â You looked over at her, âMartha, Rafe.â
They greeted each other as the guys sat down. Having Rafe so close to you was making you a bit dizzy. The alcohol wasnât helping that either.
âWhat are you drinking?â Rafe asked you nodding towards your drink.
âOh I was having gin and pineapple juice but I think Iâm done for the night,â You admitted sheepishly.
He smiled teasingly, âWell wish I could have made it earlier to actually have that drink with you.â
You thought about it for a minute, âI guess I could have one more with you. Iâll have whatever youâre having.â
âYou sure about that? Youâre okay with just straight tequila shots?â
Your eyes widened muttering, âGeez maybe you will be drinking alone.â
He laughed, âIn that case I guess weâll just have a beer?â He said more as a question wanting to make sure that was okay with you.
You pretended to think for a minute humming, âHmmm fine with me. Except no IPAâs,â you said making a face
âYes maâam,â He nodded getting up from the high table.
Across from you Josh was getting Marthaâs drink order and you could already tell he liked her. The way he leaned in as if he couldnât hear her despite the bar not being loud yet. You looked over at the bar where Rafe stood waiting for a bartender. He looked so good leaning over the bar. The muscles of his back flexing under the navy shirt. You couldnât be more grateful for career day.
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Rafe was oh so screwed. He was liking this third grade teacher a little too much. He had never felt so attracted to someone. Not just physically. He loved how animated you were when you talked, always using your hands. The passion in your eyes when you spoke about your class was admirable.
It was a done deal that you werenât going to just be a hook up. No way would Rafe think about letting you out of his grasp. You were so soft and sweet, he can already imagine just how sweet you taste.
He knew it wasnât one sided either. He saw the way you watched him as he told childhood stories and how he became a firefighter. You didnât look at him like some hero the way most women did but you looked at him like you were proud of him. It made this weird feeling in his chest bloom. But he loved that look in your eye.
Whatever dance you two had been playing the last hour was starting to wear him thin. He wanted to touch you. Not even in a sexual way but he wanted to tuck that piece of hair behind your ear or give your thigh a reassuring squeeze every time you thought you were rambling. Rafe wanted to hear you go on and on about everything.
Throughout the night your chairs had slowly started to scoot closer to each other. Then your arms started brushing each other. Even the small contact set his skin on fire. The need in his bones growing.
You would dare to move a muscle once your skin touched he was so warm and as you looked over his bicep was just beghing to be bitten. The alcohol was helping your brain wander to that place you only visited at night alone in your bed.
As was telling a story about his vacation in Italy your eyes couldnât help but wander back over to those biceps that had you drooling when you first saw him. He had his arms crossed over the table. Muscles flexing as he picked up his beer bottle and took a sip. The way his neck moved as he swallowed had you clenching your thighs. You wondered what his skin would taste like. You also wanted to know what itâd feel like to be wrapped in those biceps as he held you up while pou-
âYou good?â Rafe asked lowering his head to your gaze. A teasing smirk on his lips.
Your doe eyes looked up at him, âUh huh.â Way to play it cool.
He chuckled, âWhat were you thinking about?â You hadnât noticed that Martha and Josh had gotten up and walked over to the dart board across the bar. Now leaving the two of you alone. The bar had gotten more crowded now and
You shook your head fighting the heat creeping up your spine, âNothing really.â
âYeah?â He leaned in closer, âI bet we were thinking about the same thing.â
You swallowed hard trying to use as much of that liquid courage as possible, âThen tell me what youâre thinking and Iâll let you know if youâre right.â
He liked that playful look in your eye, âWell I was thinking about soft your thighs would feel on my cheeks.â
Your eyes widened. Maybe you really werenât expecting him to be honest. But that truth had you fidget in your seat as that warm feeling in your stomach blossomed.
âI guess we were then,â You hum.
âMhmm,â He leaned in to whisper in your ear, âAnd what should we do about that sweetheart?â
âI-Iâ And just like that you had lost your cool. This insanely attractive, funny, smart guy wanted to get into your pants. Hot guys with all those personality traits come once in a blue moon and you were fumbling.
He laughed raising a hand to your shoulder brushing your hair back. His fingertips grazing your exposed collarbone. The light touch making goosebumps rise on your skin. You wanted to lean into his touch but before you could he pulled away, âLet me take you out. Just you and me.â
âReally?â You were a bit dumbfounded. Itâs not like you thought he was going to be a bad guy but a part of you had prepared for a one time hook up kind of guy. Which you didnât mind at first because well it had been almost a year since anyone has met your needs. You werenât going to turn down sex with a hot firefighter so youâre definitely not turning down a date with one. But you couldnât help but be curious as to why.
He nodded, âOf course. Youâre beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, passionate. I really could go on but Iâll save that for our date.â
You huffed out an amused laugh, âOkay yeah Iâd love to go on a date. Assuming this doesnât count?â
He shook his head with a frown, âIâd never do this for a first date, especially not for someone like you. Iâll treat you right y/n donât you worry.â
That heat was back again, âYou say this to all the women you meet at on career day?â
He smirked, âJust the ones I canât stop thinking about. Which has only happened with you.â
His reassurances ignited something in you. The feeling of being wanted was something you hadnât felt in a while and you really liked it. You really liked who was making you feel wanted.
âSo how would you treat me Rafe?â
God. He loved the sound of his name coming out of your mouth. He wanted to hear you say it in so many scenarios. Specifically ones where youâre naked.
His knee bumped hers under the table, âIâll pick you up tomorrow at six and show you exactly what Iâd do.â
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summary: sam and colbyâs annual halloween party commences. they decided to dress matching once again; spiderman and venom spiderman. and a certain girl has a thing for the spider boys.
warnings: mean!dom!colby, soft!dom!sam, degrading, praise, oral (m and f receiving), creampie,
authors note: this is not edited at all. i just wanted to get this out to you guys!! hope you enjoy!!
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the annual sam and colby halloween party was something youâd always look forward to. youâd been invited for the past five years, ever since your friendship began with the two boys.
but y/n couldnât help herself. she secretly liked the boys. she had for a while now, however she never confessed her feelings. she didnât even want to confront them to herself.
she knew they wouldnât like her back. why would two of the biggest upcoming youtubers like her back.
y/n had begun editing the boysâ videos three years ago, once she finished off school. sheâd studied media and film, giving her knowledge about everything. sam and colby had saw how well the girl did in her studies and her work and immediately asked her to help edit their videos as they were beginning to have tight schedules.
y/n of course agreed. this guaranteed more time with the boys. which it did. after a few months of working with them, they offered her a room at their house, which she also agreed to obviously.
as time progressed, y/n sometimes thought that the boys felt something for her, but sheâd then convince herself she was being delusional. however, her bestfriend, lucia, would feed into the delusion and tell her that âthey look at you as if they wanna fuck youâ.
but thatâs what bestfriends do. they wonât turn to you and tell you the truth if you really like someone so much. well lucia wouldnât.
there was a knock at y/nâs bedroom door, she called out a small âcome inâ. colby walked into the room, his eyes immediately noticing her bare legs. y/n sporting an xplr hoodie, which was yet to be released, and which also belonged to sam.
colby shook his head and then looked at her face, âyou hungry? sam said about getting take out,â colby asked.
âuhh, yeah. i just need to finish editing,â y/n spoke, quickly turning back to the laptop and pressing a few keys and the mouse.
colby moved towards her bed, coming to lay next to her. as he collapsed onto her bed, he let his head rest against y/nâs shoulder.
âthis shit is freaky,â y/n looked to colby, âdonât get how you guys do it constantly,â
colby rolled his eyes playfully, âcome on, you did that one video with us,â colby answered.
y/n smiled at the memory, but her face then contorted into embarrassment, âyeah and i literally cried, colby,â
he removed his head from y/nâs shoulder to look at her, âi donât blame you! you got targeted the entire night. some of the things you faced had never happened to be and sam!â he comforted her, âwhat if we invited you again, somewhere thatâs not as haunted or dangerous? youâd have me and sam, and i could invite a few others so itâs like a group video?â
y/n considered this for a moment, âmaybe,â she said uncertainly, âiâll see how i feel in the future,â
the blond boy then burst through the door, âwhat you guys up to?â
colby shook his head, ânothing. just tryna get y/n to get in a future video,â
âyou should y/n! everyone loved you on the channel, and we loved having you in the video,â sam added.
âyouâre distracting me! iâm trying to edit your video!â y/n smiled, pushing colby back.
sam came and sat next to her, on the other side to where colby was sat. the boys sat in silence, while y/n edited the video.
theyâd never really understood how she did it. they understood little things and they could probably survive without her. but y/n understood it to another level. she understood what attracted viewers, what made the video look better and she knew secret little tips and tricks to make the video the best thing.
âi donât know how you even remember all this,â sam spoke up, said boy standing up and walking to the door, âiâm gonna go order take out now. the usual?â he asked. colby nodded looking at sam, and y/n nodded without looking away from the laptop, sam disappears into the hallway.
colby watched for another minute, before speaking âright iâll leave you to it,â colby pressed a kiss into the side of her head, âour smart girl,â he muttered, moving off the bed and out the door. y/n couldnât hide or stop the redness that came to her face. âourâ. colby had called her âour smart girlâ. the praise had gotten to her. colby knew it would. heâd picked up on how she reacts to things not that long ago, he of course informed sam. and now theyâd started using it to their advantages, just like now.
y/n had told the boys that she would head over to luciaâs to get ready for the halloween party. this was a yearly thing that happened. all because sam and colby liked to surprise y/n with their costume and vice versa.
the two girls had gone somewhat matching. cat woman and harley quinn. not matching exactly, but from the same company. lucia had gone with harley and y/n had chosen cat woman. and if she had to be honest, she felt sexy.
a tight black latex suit covered her body, high black stilettos on her feet, a black cat mask over her eyes and her hand held a whip. y/nâs lips were accentuated with red lipstick, standing out against the dark latex. eventually y/n gave up with holding the whip, she decided it was too much and sheâd end up losing it anyways.
âcome on, lucia,â y/n pleaded, âweâre gonna be late!â
lucia rolled her eyes, âthereâs not even a certain time we have to be there. you just wanna go and see your boyfriends!â
y/n groaned at her words. âfirstly, theyâre not my boyfriends, theyâre my bestfriends and my bosses. secondly i want to go now, because i fucking love halloween! plus, sam and colby throw the best parties ever!â
lucia stood up walking over to her closet to pick out her shoes, which she bought specially for this occasion. âfine, you go get in the car! iâll be there in a second,â she replied, giving into y/nâs desperation to leave.
âthank you!â y/n grinned, kissing her bestfriends cheek and trying her best to run to the car with her heels on.
she jumped in the passenger seat of luciaâs car and waited. she thought about sam and colby immediately. she knew theyâd look good tonight, no matter what they wore. her thoughts were interrupted with her phone ringing. she looked at the contact who called âsamđ€â. her phone read. she smiled at the name, admiring the picture of her and sam that came up. it was a photo from two years ago; a photo of sam kissing y/nâs cheek.
she then realised she still hadnât answered the call, so she clicked on the green answer button and put the phone up to her ear. âhey sam!â
âhey y/n! uh- how long till youâre here?â
âi mean, im in the car waiting, but luciaâs is just getting her shoes on, then weâll be over,â
âokay great. quite a lot of people have already arrived, but weâll come look for you when you get here,â
there was some rustling on the other end of the phone. âhey y/n!â colbyâs voice boomed through the phone.
âhey colbs,â
âhowâs your costume?â
âyeah, pretty good actually. think itâll beat yours this year,â
âis that so? well, your costume wonât be on for very long, anyways,â
what has he just said. y/nâs eyes widened and she bit her lip trying to hide her growing smile. lucia opened the drivers seat door, knocking y/n out of her thoughts of what colby had just said.
âalright, luciaâs just got in the car! iâll see you guys soon!â
the boys said bye and y/n ended the call. âspeaking to the boyfriends are we?â lucia smirked, pulling out of her driveway.
y/n rolled her eyes, but couldnât help the smile that came across her face, âtheyâre not my boyfriends, once again, lucia!â y/n thought about it for a moment, should she tell lucia what colby just said.
âwhat you thinking about?â lucia asked.
âi-uh, well, when they just rang me, i mean it was a pretty normal call. then, colby started speaking and he made like a really flirty forward comment, and it seemed like he meant it in that wayâŠâ y/n explained with a confused tone.
âwhat did he say?â
âhe said âyour costume wonât be on for long, anywaysâ. so i took that as weâll be taking your costume off soon,â y/n replied.
luciaâs giggled at what her friend had told her, âsomeone is getting fucked tonight!â she cheered, âby the two guys she in love with!â
âshut up lucia, im not okay! theyâre probably just messing around, you know them,â she denied.
the girls walked through the door of the house, which was now fully decorated and it looked amazing. y/n had done quite a bit of it, but sam and colby and insisted on doing the rest.
lucia grabbed onto y/nâs arm and led her to the kitchen where there was an array of alcoholic drinks on the island in the middle. lucia took two solo cups and filled it with things that y/n didnât even pay attention to, due to the fact she was looking for the two boys. âhere you go, miss y/l/n,â lucia said, handing over a cup, âwait- what would your last name be if you guys got married. would you be a y/n brock? or a y/n golbach? or would you go double and do y/n brock gol-â
sam and colby appear behind y/n, âwhat you saying about us there, lucia?â sam asked jokingly.
y/n swings around to face them, noticing them costumes. how convenient. cat woman and spiderman. two spidermanâs to be exact. neither of them were wearing a mask, but they had the full body suit on.
colby had gone with the black version of spiderman. the venom spiderman, obviously. black being his colour. and be looked good, but he knew that. the black bodysuit hugged his abdomen and chest tightly, showing off what was hidden underneath, which y/n craved to get her hands on.
and then sam. the classic spiderman, the costume was popular, but no one could pull it off better than sam. he looked incredible. just like colby, the bodysuit wrapped around him perfectly, accentuating his body.
sam and colby eyed y/n up and down when she turned to face them, smirks rushing to their faces. âshe was saying, none of your business,â y/n smiled sarcastically.
âouch,â sam replied, shaking his head with a smile.
without y/n knowing, lucia had ran off, leaving her with sam and colby, who gave her a nod, too which y/n didnât even pick up on.
âso, spiderman and spiderman. iâm a little underwhelmed, was expecting something way better,â she shrugged, placing her hand onto colbyâs chest to feel the costume.
âsomeoneâs feeling a bit mean?â colby asked with a cocky smile.
ânot mean, truthful,â
âmhmm. well, i could say the same about yours y/n. think iâve seen another cat woman here already,â sam spoke.
âbut itâs okay, youâre the only one with our attention,â colby finished. slapping his arm on samâs back and walking away with him, leaving y/n there, with furrowed eyebrows.
y/n thought she was making it up, or she was thinking too much into it. being delusional, once again.
y/n poured herself another drink, not noticing the oncoming presence. âwhatâs a pretty girl like you doing on your own, huh?â a deep voice spoke behind her. she perked an eyebrow and turned, coming face to face with a man she didnât recognise. âiâm daniel,â he informed.
y/n cringed. she already had her eyes on two boys in particular. and daniel seemed to be pretty drunk already so she knew heâd be pushy, so she was straightforward, âand iâm not interested,â she thinned her lips, downing her drink and then walking away.
she wanted to go find lucia, so she pushed through the crowd of people who had made their way onto the makeshift âdance floorâ, but a hand grabbed onto her wrist pulling her back.
âwho was that?â it was sam.
y/n furrowed her eyebrows. how did he even see her? him and colby had left, thereâs no way we could have seen her and daniel. âi donât know. he just started talking to me,â y/n spoke truthfully.
samâs hands moved down to y/nâs hips, who looked down, screaming internally at the action. âdid you tell him to leave you alone?â sam asked, leaning into her ear and speaking lowly, keeping his hands on the nervous girls hips. she nodded quickly, âgood girl,â sam moved his right hand up to the back of y/nâs head, holding her. he brought his hips forwards against y/nâs hips, who couldnât even believe what was going on.
after a minute or so, y/n could feel another pair of hands join her hips, just a little above samâs. sam leant into y/nâs ear, âbe good for colby while iâm gone,â he spoke. samâs right hand left one tight squeeze on y/nâs hip before leaving her hip. she watched the blond boy disappear into the sea of people.
thatâs when she felt colby pull on her hips to press her bum into his cock, which was already slightly hard. he pressed his head into the crook of her neck, then eventually leaving open wet kisses on her neck. y/n closing her eyes and relishing in the moment, was turned around by colby, who looked at her with a dark stare. y/nâs arm locked around colbyâs neck.
before y/n could even think about it, colbyâs lips were on hers. kissing roughly and messily. there was a clash of teeth and every so often colby would bite on her lip, cause her to whine, which resulted in colby doing it a few more times for a reaction. colbyâs hands moved further down her back, reaching and grabbing at her ass.
colby pulled his lips away from y/nâs, âletâs go somewhere else,â he said quietly, y/nâs stomach doing flips.
colby led y/n up the stairs and into her room, seen as it was the closet one to the stairs. as colby opened the door, y/n saw sam sat on her bed. âtook you long enough. thought youâd ditched,â sam began.
âno, iâd never. someone just couldnât keep their hands off,â colby replied, shutting the door behind me.
y/n looked between the two boys, who now stood in front of her. âiâm so confused, guys. whatâs going on?â y/n asked, her brows furrowed.
âoh come on y/n. youâre not that stupid. thought you were our smart girl,â responded sam.
âweâve seen you looking at us. we know all about your dirty secret,â colby said lowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, âbut thatâs okay y/n. we think the same about you. isnât that right, sam?â
he nodded in response stepping forward towards y/n, who was now corned by the two boys. âjust wanna make you feel good, thatâs all baby. can we do that?â sam asked.
y/n nodded shyly. sam immediately went in to kiss y/n, shocking her at first, but then melting into the kiss. his kiss was different to colbyâs. colby was more needy, and rough when he kissed, he would bite on her lip as well. but samâs kiss was gentler. he didnât bite on her lip, or kiss her roughly. but they were both amazing either way.
y/n felt colbyâs lips on her neck, sucking purple bruises into her skin. he moved her hair out of the way, gaining him more and more access.
sam pulled away from the kiss, âgo get on the bed, okay?â y/n nodded, moving over to the bed and sitting on her knees, looking over to the boys who whispered to one another quietly.
the two boys finished speaking and walked over to stand in front of y/n. âyou gonna be good for us? hm?â colby asked. y/n nodded, looking up at the two. after a few seconds, colby had removed the black suit, showing his boxers, which had a clear outline of his cock.
âgo on, make yourself useful,â colby said. y/n reached for the waist band of his boxers, pulling them down. desperately, she reached her hand forward, gripping onto him in her hand, eliciting a groan from colby. y/n stroked him for a minute, before colby spoke harshly, âcome on whore, suck my cock,â
y/n squeezed her thighs together, obeying what colby had said. she leant forward and wrapped her lips around his tip, causing his head to tilt back. y/n moved her head forward, letting his cock slide down her throat.
his hands found their way into her hair, gripping her roots tightly, using them to pull her down and back off his cock. he pulled her off, a string of saliva connecting from her lips to his cock. âbe good to sam, yeah?â
âuse your words, sweetheart,â sam soothed softly, placing his hand in her hair and gently brushing it out her face.
âwanna make you feel good sam,â
âsuch a good girl, arenât you?â sam cooed.
sam pulled down his own boxers, letting y/n have a moment to catch her breath.
there was a clear difference in the way sam and colby acted in the bedroom. colby was assertive, mean, rough and straightforward. sam was more caring, sweet and slower with what he did and said. but they both complimented each other in this situation.
y/n licked up samâs length, taking him into her mouth, âfeels so good, baby. so perfect,â
colby had walked around the back of the bed, so he was now behind y/n. he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off of sam, a whine escaping her lips. colby pushed y/n onto her elbows. âcarry on, whoâre. take care of sam,â colby instructed. y/n complied, going back to sucking samâs cock.
colby reached for the zip on y/nâs latex suit, âas much as i love this, itâs gotta go,â colby uttered. he pulled the zip down, slipping the latex off of y/n.
she wore no underwear, nor bra underneath the suit. âsuch a desperate whore. just wanted to be fucked, isnât that right?â
âdonât be mean, colby. sheâs just needy,â sam countered, stroking y/nâs hair softly.
colby moved down the bed so he was now face to face with her pussy. âso fucking wet,â
he leant in, licking a stripe up her slit, causing her to moan out on samâs dick. âthat feel good, baby?â sam asked, y/nâs head nodding frantically.
colby moved his head further down, sucking harshly on her clit, causing y/n to writhe in pleasure, moaning around samâs cock still.
colby brought two of his fingers up to y/nâs entrance, slowly pushing his fingers in. he started off with a slow torturous pace, y/n clenching around his fingers. he took note of this, increasing the pace of his fingers and his tongue, which flicked across her clit.
she could feel her release nearing, colby removed his mouth but kept his fingers pushing in at a relentless pace, âyou gonna cum?â
sam removed y/nâs mouth from around his cock, letting her breath and answer colby. âyes,â she moaned, âplease let me cum,â she begged.
âi donât know about that. what do you think, sam?â
sam looked down at y/n. she was looking up at him, begging him to say yes, a blissed out look on her face. âi think she can. sheâs been so good for us, havenât you y/n?â
she nodded, âso good for you,â
âcum. fucking cum on my fingers, whore,â colby said, before diving back in, his tounge resuming to flicking back at her clit.
it didnât take long for y/n to come undone on his fingers, moaning out and her eyes closing. colby slowed down his fingers, easing out of her. âyou gotta have a go with her pussy, itâs fucking amazing,â colby told sam, speaking about y/n to him as though she wasnât there.
the boys had swapped places now, colby stood in front, ushering her mouth back on his cock. rushing in to put his hands in her hair and pulling her down, causing her to gag around him. sam lined his cock up with her pussy, slowly pushing in, causing him to groan. y/n moaned at the feeling, looking up to colby, whoâs head was back and his bottom lip in between his teeth.
as sam bottomed out in y/n. he gave her a few seconds to adjust. she clenched around him, letting him know he could move. sam held tightly onto her hips, pulling out of her and then slamming back into her. y/nâs mouth came off of colbyâs cock, moaning out. but colby immediately came back in and put her mouth back around him.
they both thrusted roughly, synchronising their thrusts. y/n moaned out around colby cock, closing her eyes. âkeep them open, whore,â colby pulled back on her hair, causing her to whine. âstupid whore, canât even keep her eyes open,â
samâs thrust began becoming sloppy, puffing into her. âgonna cum,â sam groaned, âcum with me, y/n,â
he reached his hand around to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. âcum for us, y/n,âshe immediately let go, her orgasm washing over her. clenching around sam, as he followed suit. cumming deep inside her.
colby sped his thrusts up, stopped deep in her throat, releasing his cum down her throat.
sam pulled out of y/n, pulling his boxers back up. he walked around to y/n, crouching at her face level, âyou okay?â he asked gently.
âiâm okay,â she nodded with a smile.
colby had walked away to pull his boxers back on and also grab a t-shirt for y/n, which actually turned out to be one of his own shirts, which sheâd stolen.
âsit up angel,â y/n complied, putting her arms through the t-shirt, colby leaning in to kiss her forehead.
the boys sat opposite y/n on the bed, âso what happens now,â she giggled, a small smile on all their faces.
sam shrugged, âweâll have to see about that. but something will happen soon. i promise,â he hinted, âbut for now, we have a party to get to,â
y/n pouted, âbut i just wanna stay here with my favourite boys,â
sam nodded, âiâll go clear everyone out,â he left the bed and went to grab a t-shirt and shorts, which were his, but heâd given them to y/n. he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
colby scooted up the bed, opening his arms for y/n. who accepted with a big smile on her face.
âyâknow, iâve always had a thing for spiderman,â
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hi, this idea kind of comforts me but it makes you feel uncomfy just ignore this request.
but since you do poly 141, I was thinking of a fic where reader comes from a bad abusive family but she doesn't talk about it and thinks it's normal. and the 141 tries to get angry/frustrated with her because they are concerned for the fact she is fine with people treating her badly or not prioritising herself they come to realise it's just how she thinks. and they remind her that she now doesn't have to survive and fade into a background or is a burden and that she can live and be happy.
i know it sounds complicated and specific but I kinda have this really serene picture in my head that if that happens everything will fine AHAHA idk. but again if this idea doesn't correspond with your writing or feeling or comfortability please just ignore this. apologies if it made you feel uncomfortable.
hope you have/had a nice day or night!!âĄâĄ
I hope you have a nice day/night as well!! And i hope you enjoy this! CW: past abuse, past emotional abuse and neglect
You met them first through a mutual friend, an unplanned introduction that turned into something you hadnât quite expected: a tentative relationship, but one that had happiness blooming like the flowers and greenery you tend to. It was unconventional- a group of elite soldiers who spent most of their time between missions scattered across the world and a civilian- but when they returned, it felt like they brought your home with them.
You still didnât understand why they liked having you around. You were just a florist who helped them with decorating their new house, or who listened when they needed a friendly ear. You didnât ask for anything, and they were kind enough not to question it even if you'd seen their displeased little frowns and furrowed brows whenever you'd refuse.
But recently, you noticed them getting⊠concerned.
It was Soap who brought it up first, his frustration seeping into his usual easy smile.
It happened after youâd offered to run a series of errands, insisting they rest after a mission. As always, you tried to downplay your exhaustion, helping them settle in their home, making sure everything was clean and in order for them before you even considered sitting down.
Soap watched with a frown, noticing how you brushed off the heaviness in your movements and the bags under your eyes, doing your best to tend to them, such a sweet thing. But after you finished, he gently grabbed your arm.
âDove, why do you do this?â he asked, voice softer than youâd ever heard it.
âDo what?â you replied, a little too quickly, trying to pull your arm back almost instinctively. Almost like a habit.
âAct like you donât need anything. You havenât even eaten today, and youâre lookinâ after us like weâre helpless. What about you, aye?â
You stared at him, unsure of what to say. You didnât know how to explain that putting yourself last was just what you did. That it felt right, somehow, to stay in the background, to make sure everyone else was fine before even thinking about yourself. It was normal, no? It was how you were raised, and your parents only ever insisted that discipline was needed.
âJust⊠used to it, I guess?â you finally mumbled.
Soapâs brows drew together, but before he could say more, Gaz stepped in, giving you a gentle, worried look. So Johnny... wasn't the only one who thought so?
âItâs not right,â Gaz said, frustration simmering in his tone. âYouâre allowed to put yourself first, you know?â
You shrugged, glancing away. Allowed. You hadnât thought of it that way.
Price was the next to notice it, his observant eyes always catching the little things: how youâd flinch ever so slightly when they raised their voices, the way you stayed at the edges of conversations, nodding along but rarely chiming in. It had been the same when they'd met you, but he had assumed- hoped- it was merely you being naturally shy.
But this clearly went beyond that.
One night, as you were tidying up after dinner, John approached you, folding his arms across his chest. He stands close, but not too close.
âWhy donât you sit with us, love? Someone else can do the dishes. You barely let us help you cook or set the table either.â He says, his voice gentle, but with a hint of a command.
âIâm fine, John. I really don't mind.â You answered quickly, quietly. You couldnât meet his eyes, a reflex youâd developed over years of keeping your head down.
He tilted his head, as if trying to see past the answer youâd given him. âNo, my love,â he said softly, but with a firmness that made you pause. âI think youâre used to telling yourself that, but I donât think you believe it.â
You froze, unsure how to respond, feeling something painful stir in your chest. The idea of asking for anything, for taking up space- of needing more than what little you had- seemed wrong. Like wanting was a burden in itself. But it is. It's what you've learnt and been taught.
John sighed, his eyes warm but sad. His hands raised to cup you face slowly, gently. âYouâre not a burden, you know that, right?â
You gave him a small, shaky smile, one that didnât quite reach your eyes. âYeah.â
The next time, it was Ghost.
He was usually silent, lurking in the shadows, watching with that keen, unreadable gaze that only ever softened for you and them. But one evening, as you were dropping off supplies at their base, Ghost noticed you hurrying off after youâd finished. He easily caught up with you just outside, his hand gentle as it grasped your shoulder.
(Yet it still had you flinching.)
âYou donât have to go, birdie.â He murmured, voice soft but clear. You met his gaze, startled by the gentle concern in his eyes.
âYou⊠donât mind?â you asked, trying not to look too hopeful. You always worried your company might be too boring, unproductive. Unwanted.
Ghost shook his head. âIf anything, we mind when you donât stay,â he scoffed quietly. Then he sighs. âWeâre worried, you know. About how you treat yourself, luvie. Like you donât deserve anything more than the bare minimum.â
You swallowed hard, his words hitting deeper than youâd care to admit. He waited, patient, a pillar of quiet understanding.
âI just⊠itâs what I know,â you finally whispered, unable to look at him. âGrowing up, I was never⊠important. And I don't have to be! I'm not demanding it, I promise-â
He was silent for a moment, and then he took in a deep breath that cuts your frantic mumbles off, as if finally understanding something heâd long suspected. âWell,â he said, his voice a low rumble, âyouâre with us now, birde. You are important.â
Something warm spread in your chest, something unfamiliar yet comforting. You managed a nod, finding a small sliver of strength in his words, and a little smile forms on your face- leaning into Ghost's knuckles so lightly caressing your cheek.
After those days, things began to change more and more. For the better.
Kyle would check in with you every day, insisting you take breaks with him, sharing laughs over simple things. Soap began inviting you to meals, not taking no for an answer, piling food on your plate until you couldnât help but indulge. Those two especially adored taking you out to sample new cuisines, delighting in getting you to be more open with your expressions and reactions.
John and Simon would go on walks with you, listening to the little stories youâd been hesitant to share, showing you that your presence mattered to them as much as theirs did to you. And slowly, day by day, they chipped away at the walls youâd built around yourself. Showed you that what your family raised to be wasn't right, was cruel to you.
One evening, as you sat on the couch in the common room, leaning against Johnny's shoulder, Kyle leaned over, a gentle smile on his face.
âYou know, love, you donât have to survive anymore,â he said softly, meeting your gaze with a warmth that made your heart ache. âWe want you here because you make us happy. Just as you are.â
The words felt foreign, but you let them settle over you, warm and safe. Kyle gave your hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring, a silent reminder that you didnât need to hide.
âWeâre here to take care of each other,â Soap murmured, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, âand that means you too, aye?â
You gave them a tentative smile, feeling that familiar ache soften just a little.
Simon, sitting nearby, nodded in silent agreement, and John leaned back in his chair, giving you a small, proud smile. âYouâre one of us, love,â John said quietly, his voice steady. âAnd as long as youâre here, youâre part of this family. We won't just let you fade into the background. That isn't fair to a dove like you.â
And looking at them now, at the love and gentleness they held for you, it wasn't hard to believe their words.
Maybe, just maybe, youâd finally found a place where you belonged.
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Chasing Cars | ch 2 (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female!reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: mentions of The Incident, Jungkook is a menace. curses, mentions of a character getting cheated on, alcohol, mentions of ghosting, explicit content: sex toy (vibrator), they do it in a public space (an empty lab), degradation, sir, thigh grinding, dom!Hobi, he's a bit of a dick, pussy slapping, breast/nipple play, jerking off, praise, fingering, ass slapping, protected sex, anal fingering, mentions of mouth fucking, masturbation (female and male), OC has some dirty little fantasies about her older brother's best friend, squirting, she overhears Jungkook watching porn
âword count: 10.2k
âa/n: new week new chapter!! enjoy reading everyone <3 thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing, you guys are the best <3
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Sunday, January 20thÂ
You wake up with a start, heart beating out of your chest. It takes you a moment to collect yourself until you realize that you were actually woken up by a sound. It takes you a moment longer before you understand that the sound is Jungkook cursing.
You frown, glancing towards his wall in the hopes that heâll shut up, and itâs almost like he hears you: he dwindles into silence after a few seconds, and youâre stuck wondering why he was cursing like that in the first place. You donât think youâll have the answer anytime soon, so you lie back down â when did you even sit up?
You shut your eyes, though it seems sleep will evade you again. Indeed, your focus is zeroed in on the sounds coming from Jungkookâs room, probably of him getting ready for work. It also makes you realize that you really do need to go to the bathroom, so you decide to head there before actually going back to sleep.
You get out of the bathroom in time with Jungkook getting out of his room, and he stops in the doorway, eyes widening as he watches you across the living room. Youâre only wearing an oversized sweater, and you donât miss the way his gaze dips to your legs once before returning to your face.
Only then does he break into a smirk, leaning against the door as he folds his arms on his chest. âLong night?â he asks teasingly.
You know youâve flushed red when he chuckles darkly. âNot really, no,â you choke out.
âYouâre cute when you blush, peach,â he jokes, glancing towards your room. âHeâs still in there?â
You donât know if itâs because of the way your face falls, but Jungkookâs smirk dies down, concern moving on his features instead. You hate it, so you quickly say, âHe left last night, you didnât hear?â
His tongue plays with his piercing for a moment. âNot gonna lie, I put earbuds in the moment I started hearing you guys.â
Your blush deepens, and youâd facepalm if the gesture in and of itself wasnât so embarrassing. Instead, you look away from him, glancing at the front door as you replay Hoseok leaving in your mind. âSorry,â you apologize.
You donât even know what for. Your goal was to make Jungkook uncomfortable, so why do you feel like shit now that heâs talking to you about it?
âItâs fine,â he says, pushing up from the door frame as he walks towards the kitchen. âThough I didnât think you were like that, peach.â
You furrow your brows, and you canât help but follow him into the kitchen. âWhat do you mean?â
Heâs got his head in the fridge, and he straightens, holding a protein shake in his hands. He takes a sip of it, eyes finding yours, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he kicks the fridge door shut.Â
âPaper-thin walls, remember?â
You purse your lips, cocking your head to the side. âThought you said you put earbuds on?â
His tongue pokes his cheek, and he looks away from you, chuckling in disbelief. When he remains silent, you spy his ear turning pink, and you hold in a smirk.
âI did,â he says. âA little too late.â
âAre you saying you listened to us?â you let out, gasping in fake outrage.
âPeach.â His doe eyes slide back to you, and they pierce right into your soul as your gazes connect. âI know youâve been listening to me. If you were just trying to make me jealous, you can say so.â
Your mouth falls open, and every word in the dictionary flies out the window as you just stare at him, embarrassment slowly creeping in. Very slowly, its fingers licking up your spine until theyâre clutching your heart.
âWhy would I want to make you jealous?â you ask, voice suddenly far less confident and a lot smaller.
He takes another sip. âYou tell me.â
You donât know what to tell him. All that you know is that you wish last night never happened, and you wish Jungkook would stop looking at you. He looks effortlessly good, even so early in the morning, and really, itâs unfair.
Unfair that youâre stuck living with him for months without Taehyung being here.
When he understands that youâre not going to say anything else, Jungkook shrugs, glancing at the time on his phone. He meets your startled gaze again, before saying, âI have to head to work.â He pauses, tongue playing with his piercing and then continues, âIf you donât want me having sex here, itâd be fair if you didnât have it either.â
You nod once, and when he walks towards you, you quickly step out of the way. It makes him laugh and he stops right in front of you, head tilted down. His hair isnât styled back this morning, and it falls in his eyes, hiding their innocence from you.
Because, for some reason, youâve always thought he has innocent eyes. You know better than to think his soul is innocent, though.
âUnless youâd like me to keep doing it?â he asks, voice low and husky. It makes your spine tingle, especially as he adds, âYou sure sounded like you liked it last time.â
So he was aware of the Incident. You flush furiously crimson, and you refuse to meet his gaze. But when one of his fingers touches your chin ever so lightly to make you tilt your head back, youâre too weak to resist.Â
âDonât be embarrassed, peach,â he purrs. âI was pretty turned on myself last night.â
Your lips part as your gaze meets his, and you donât miss the way his eyes dart to your mouth once.
âI wonât do it again,â you say, voice shaking a little.
It clearly isnât what Jungkook wanted you to say because he frowns, taking a step away from you. If heâs aware that heâs got your heart racing in your chest, he doesnât let it show.
âNoted,â he answers curtly, and he walks out of the kitchen without saying anything else.
You donât move, a trembling hand going over your chest as if itâll calm down the beats of your heart. Evidently, it doesnât do anything, and you listen to Jungkook as he puts a coat on, before going out the door.
You think you werenât breathing until the front door shuts behind him, and even then, youâre not sure youâre breathing at all. It takes everything in you to be able to walk back to your room, and you sit on your bed, eyes darting to your phone.
The screen is lit up, and you quickly grab it to see you received a couple of texts while you were sleeping, and another one just now. That last one is from Hoseok, and you immediately open the notification to see what he sent.
[9:02 am] Hobi: hey, sorry for last night. I feel like a dick for leaving like that.. any chance I can make it up to u today?
You purse your lips, right as relief washes through you. Because no matter how much you agree with the fact that you two shouldnât do feelings, his leaving so quickly made you feel used. Itâs also a good distraction from what just happened with Jungkook, which you reckon you need.
[9:04 am] You: no worries I get it. What do u wanna do
You turn off your phone, grabbing your clothes to take a quick shower. Mostly because you donât want to text him too quickly, but also because you havenât showered since before the party yesterday, and you usually always shower before going to bed.Â
You comb your hair when you get out of the shower, wrapping it in a clean towel before heading back to your room. Even then, you donât touch your phone, instead busying yourself with putting your dirty clothes away in a hamper. You plop down on your bed, thoughts going back to the conversation with Jungkook, and you feel a coil tightening at the bottom of your stomach.
Because youâre only now realizing that he was hitting on you. He was clearly hitting on you, in his own sick and twisted way. And the worst part is, just thinking about it makes you feel turned onâŠ
You canât wait for Taehyung to be back from his semester abroad.
Thursday, January 24th
Your biochemistry class is boring. Nabi is dozing off next to you, and you took a couple of pictures already that you shared in the group chat you now have.Â
Indeed, you ended up hanging out with Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi, Nabi and Ria on Sunday morning, getting brunch together, and for convenience Hoseok created a group chat.
Itâs been lively since then, with everyone sending their share of memes and funny pictures. Except Yoongi â Yoongi seems like heâs a ghost in the conversation, except for the laughing reacts that heâs put on some of the memes. The picture of Nabi quickly gains you a lot of laughing emojis, and Namjoon sends,
[11:24 am] Joonie: Yah she should pay attention if she wants good grades!
You laugh-react to Namjoonâs message but donât say anything, though you know that Nabi is going to have to talk about it for the next fifty days. You then try to focus on the class, watching the minutes go by on the clock by the door more than anything. Youâre struggling to stay awake, eyes heavy with sleep, but you manage to make it through the end of class without fully falling asleep. When the professor finally dismisses the class, you shake Nabi awake, laughing as you notice sheâs drooled on the desk.
âGosh,â you say, pointing at it. âWho were you dreaming of?â
Nabi blinks, a little confused, but her cheeks still turn red. âNo one.â
You gather your things as you get up, throwing her a no-bullshit look. She ignores you, shrugging her shoulders like the little angel that she is, and then you make your way to the cafeteria, Nabi in tow. You meet with Ria, whoâs finished her classes for the day â youâre unlucky, you still have another one in the afternoon. You sit together, chatting about everything and nothing, the conversation slowly inching towards Namjoon. Youâre not surprised, and you tune it out as you work on a lab report.
âHobi!â Ria yells happily, motioning at someone.
As much as you and Hoseok decided to be friends, you still feel a little awkward as he makes his way towards you, sitting next to Nabi across from you. âHow are you girls doing?â he asks, but his eyes linger on you.
âFantastic,â Nabi answers. âThough, not looking forward to the genetics class this afternoon.â
âCome on.â Hoseok laughs, shaking his head. âThatâs the easiest class of the first year.â
âStill boring,â Nabi counters. âI donât know how Iâll stay awake.â
âBitch,â you let out, chuckling. âYou were sleeping all morning.â
She shrugs her shoulders innocently, like she had in the class a moment ago. âDidnât sleep last night.â
Hoseok looks down at the table, a knowing look painting his features, and Ria narrows her gaze at Nabi.Â
âWhy?â she asks. âYou left the library before Y/n and I did.â
Nabi purses her lips, cheeks tinting pink. Hoseok still sports the knowing smirk, and you furrow your brows.
Did something happen between them?Â
âI just couldnât sleep,â Nabi answers carefully.
At that, Hoseok snorts, finally looking towards her. âI know someone else that couldnât sleep last night.â
Now, Nabi turns crimson.Â
âDid something happen between you guys?â you blurt.
Hoseok looks startled, and Nabi bursts out laughing. âWhat the fuck?â she says.
âNamjoon was speaking to someone on the phone all night.â
Hoseokâs input has your eyes widen, quite at the same time as Ria replies, âHis girlfriend, I presume?â
It is disapproving, and awkwardness fills the space between you all. Nabiâs eyes drop to the table, ashamed. âI mean⊠he was just helping with some homework.â
Ria scoffs. âSo thatâs what you do when Iâm not at the dorm?â
Indeed, Ria ended up coming over to your place, mostly because she didnât want you to walk home alone so late after your trip to the library. She slept in Taehyungâs bed and went home right when you woke up to shower and change before her class.
âIt was nothing!â Nabi insists. âJust talking.â
Ria rolls her eyes, before getting up and grabbing her stuff. âWhatever.â
She storms away, and you look at her disappearing form, gaze wide, before looking back at Nabi and Hoseok. Hoseok looks like he wishes to disappear through the floor, and Nabi is rubbing a hand on her forehead.
You know exactly what happened. Ria was cheated on in her last relationship, and needless to say, itâs fucked her up a little.
âJust talking?â you repeat.
Nabi meets your gaze, clearly looking for salvation. âI promise, nothing happened.â
Hoseok clears his throat, and both of you look towards him. âNamjoon and his girlfriend broke up last weekend.â
Nabi looks far more surprised than you, if thatâs possible. Clearly, Namjoon didnât tell her.
âThey did?â
Hoseok nods, sparing you a glance before he continues, âItâs been a long time coming. Theyâve been long distance for over a year, and⊠yeah.â
âOh,â Nabi voices. Her eyes drop to the table, where her half-eaten salad is still waiting for her. âI should find Ria and tell her.â
She nods once as if she needs to convince herself, and then she quickly puts her stuff away. It dawns on you that youâre soon going to be left alone with Hoseok, and you try to meet Nabiâs gaze, try to find an excuse as to why you should go with her. But you reckon she and Ria probably need to speak about it without you, for the sake of their friendship.
Nabi waves goodbye when sheâs done picking up her stuff, and then sheâs walking away, following in Riaâs previous footsteps until sheâs out of the cafeteria.
Thereâs a moment of awkward silence, and you focus on your laptop screen as if itâs going to help, but it offers no salvation. Especially not as Hoseok is looking at you over the screen, eyes going a little dark as his features turn somber.Â
You gulp before meeting his gaze. âWhatâs up?â
He wets his lips, glancing at the seats vacated by your friends. âSorry about that.â
âOh,â you let out. âItâs okay, itâs whatever.â
He nods once, and as your attention returns to your computer, he fishes a sandwich out of his tote bag. He starts eating, and you fear the heavy silence is going to make you crazy, especially as you can feel his eyes on you while you type away.
âEverything okay?â you ask, refusing to meet his gaze.
âWant to skip genetics?â he answers, voice lower than you expected it to be.
For a reason unknown, it has your insides turning white hot.Â
âI shouldnât.â
He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. âSuit yourself.â
You entirely thought he was going to argue, so you canât help but furrow your brows as you meet his gaze. âWhat?â
He sits back, tilting his head to the side as he surveys you. As he remains silent, you feel yourself heating up even more. The danger in his eyes is enticing, and you reckon you probably have enough time before class to find a quiet place around campus.
âThe class is in forty-five minutes,â you innocently say.
Hoseok grins. âPlenty of time, donât you think?â
âI havenât eaten,â you admit, pursing your lips.
âIf you sit at the back of the class, no one will care if you eat.â
You know heâs right. And mostly, you know he doesnât even need to convince you. Youâve been hot and bothered since last Saturday, as youâve been too scared to use your vibrator again after you realized Jungkook heard you.
So when Hoseok admits heâs got the keys to one of the labs, you donât hesitate before putting your computer away, following him as he leads the way.
âIâve neverâŠâ you start, and then you laugh awkwardly.
By the time Hoseok says, âYouâve never what?â, youâre out of the cafeteria.
âNever done anything on campus.â
He winks at you. âGlad to know Iâll be the first.â
It makes you roll your eyes as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, but you donât say anything as he guides you to the elevator. Another student is already waiting in front of it, and she grins at Hoseok as he stops next to her.
âHoba!â she lets out. âI thought you had the day off today.â
He loosely hugs her before replying. âYeah, had to come to hand an essay to Professor Evans.â
The girl glances at you. You barely recognize her, though youâre pretty sure youâve seen her at some parties. She greets you, and you offer her a smile before she turns to Hoseok and they strike up a conversation about said essay.
Sheâs someone from his class, apparently, and they chat for the whole elevator ride until she exits to head wherever it is that she is going. It leaves you alone with Hoseok, and it takes all of one second before the air fills with tension again, especially as his hand brushes yours.
âSorry about that,â he apologizes, voice low.Â
You wet your lips, meeting his dark gaze. âNo worries,â you reply.
He nods, and to your surprise, he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. It makes you freeze in place, as his fingers linger on your cheek. His gaze drops to your lips, and if it wasnât for the elevator dinging, the doors sliding open, youâre convinced he would have kissed you then and there.
Instead, his hand falls to the side, and he struts out of the elevator. You quickly follow him before the doors have time to close, and it takes about another minute before you finally reach the lab.
Hoseok glances around, making sure the hallway is empty before he unlocks the door. He pushes it open for you to walk in, and you enter the cool darkness, eyes sighing in relief.
Indeed, for some reason, youâve always found the neon lights of the hallway to be too aggressive for your eyes.Â
The lab is dark, the only light being the one from behind the closed blinds. The door doesnât have a window, and Hoseok closes it behind him, quickly locking it again. You scan your surroundings â thereâs an area with white coats to your left, and to your right there are empty shelves where you imagine students leave their bags when they have a class in this lab. You drop your stuff there, before turning towards Hoseok again.
âArenât there cameras in here?â you ask.
He walks towards you, towering over you as he puts his tote bag next to your stuff. âThe one that is supposed to film the white coats is dead,â he informs you.Â
You gulp as one of his long fingers finds your chin. He tilts your head back, before leaning in to press his lips against yours once. He barely kisses you, lips ghosting on your jaw before he aims for your neck. You tilt your head to the side, breath hitching in your throat, but he stills next to your ear.
âHow do you know?â you ask breathlessly.
You think you can hear the smirk in his voice when he replies, âSeokjin got in trouble once right here. Someone saw him and his girlfriend come in, but they couldnât see anything on the cameras so they let him go.â
He lightly tugs at your earlobe. âThey havenât changed the camera since then?â
âNo,â Hoseok says, slightly shaking his head. âOr if they have, whoever is behind the security desk has had a couple of shows through the months.â
You let out a breathy sound as he sucks a spot underneath your ear. âAre you saying youâve fucked some girls here?â
âMaybe?â He pauses to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck, down to the collar of your shirt. âIs that a problem?â
Not at all. In truth, you donât give a shit if heâs been with other people. You would assume he was â heâs an attractive man after all. If you were into him for more than just sex, maybe youâd be insulted, but right now, all you can think about is that heâs about to fuck you senseless.
âNo,â you finally reply.
His teeth pull at your shirt, and then he straightens. âCome.â
You let him grab your hand, and he pulls you to where the white coats are. He pushes you into a corner, glancing behind him. You can see the camera over his shoulder, and you can only hope that it is indeed dead, because he pushes his knee between your legs as he faces you again.
âYouâre such a slut,â he says against your lips. Your eyes close from the sudden proximity, and you await his next words as your insides burn. âWanting me to fuck you here, where anyone could come in.â
Youâd tell him heâs the slut, considering heâs the one that brought you here, but all you can do is grab at his shoulders when he sucks on your lower lip. You moan as his knee pushes further between your legs, thigh pressing against your pussy, and you instinctively grind, looking for some friction on your clit.
Hoseok chuckles darkly, and he straightens again.
âSo fucking desperate.â He tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. âShould I punish you some more?â
Your mouth is parted as you breathe in and out quickly, eyes a little round. âWhy?â
âHave you learned your lesson last weekend?â
You gulp, nodding once.
âHave you?â
âYes.â
He cocks an eyebrow, clearly waiting for more.
âYes, sir.â
He smirks, stealing a sudden heated kiss on your lips. You moan as his hands grab at your hips, forcing you to grind on his thigh again. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, and you feel yourself go weak in the knees as he keeps you going.
âWait,â you breathe after a moment of you fucking his thigh. He pulls away from where he buried his face in your neck, questions in his eyes. âIt hurts with the fabricâŠâ you trail off as he once again cocks an eyebrow.Â
âAnd? You think youâve been good enough for me to take off your clothes?â
âHobi,â you whine, and he smirks before kissing you again.Â
He removes his leg from between yours, hands staying on your hips. Yours move from his shoulders to the back of his neck so you can pull him closer, and he pushes you against the wall. He grunts in the kiss when you suck on his tongue, and his fingers find a home over your clothes, right against your pussy. He slaps it, hard, and you moan when his other hand sneaks under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra.
âWhat do you want?â he asks.
âPlease fuck me.â
He chuckles, nodding his head. âOh, Iâll fuck you good. You wonât be able to walk to your class after.â
That only turns you on even more, and you think youâre melted lava now, burning bright red as you bubble away under Hoseokâs heated touch. Getting tired of the fabric of your bra, he pushes it up, until your breasts are free and heâs able to pinch your nipple, hard.
You moan, and he pushes his tongue in your mouth, finding yours as he laps at you.
Youâre soaking your panties. At this point, youâre convinced youâre also soaking through your pants, but you canât bring yourself to care. Hoseok has always been able to make you do whatever it is that he wants, and you donât think itâll ever change. Last weekend was proof enough of that.
âTake off your pants,â he commands as he steps back.Â
Your arms fall aimlessly to your side, but youâre quick to comply, unbuttoning your pants as Hoseok busies himself with his belt. Heâs quicker than you, hands steadier than yours, and heâs freed his cock from his pants before you have time to push your pants down your legs. He strokes himself under your watchful gaze, head cocked to the side.
âIâm so fucking hard for you,â he comments, and he sounds a little surprised.
As if he didnât expect the little action between you two to have been enough for him to get there. You reckon you arenât surprised, especially not as you feel how wet you are once your pants and underwear are off.Â
The cool air of the lab makes you shiver, but Hoseok barely gives you time to realize it before he pushes a hand between your legs, collecting your juices at your entrance before bringing his fingers to your mouth.
âTaste yourself.â
You obey, and you wrap your lips around his two digits, tongue flicking at the pads. Heâs still stroking his dick and, as much as you want to look down, youâre a prisoner of his gaze. All you can do is suck his fingers, hollowing your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around them.
âGood girl,â he says once heâs retrieved his fingers from your mouth.
He lets go of his dick as he searches through his pocket for his wallet. He takes it out, finding a condom. He rips the package as your hand wraps around the tip of his cock, thumb smearing the precum all around the head. He hisses but lets you do it, especially as you start stroking him, trying to copy his previous motions.Â
You jerk him off for a moment, and he pushes your shirt up enough so that heâs able to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking hard. Itâs your turn to hiss, though his tongue soothes the sting as he swirls it around your nipple before he moves to your other breast.
You rest your head against the wall, trying to focus on jerking him off, but when he dips two fingers in you, arching them to rub at the sweet spot inside of you, you grip him tight.
âFuck,â he curses as he pulls away, and his fingers leave you empty. They move to retrieve the condom from the package, and heâs quick to roll it on his dick. âTurn around,â he orders.
You bite at your lip, nodding once before you do so. He grabs your hips and pulls them back before he pushes on your upper back until youâre bent, one arm resting against a shelf you find under the white coats.
Hoseok teases your entrance with his fingers again before slipping them in. He finger-fucks you for a while, adding scissoring motions to spread you wide open as you pant from the ministrations. You know heâs getting you ready for his cock, even though you reckon itâs useless.
Indeed, youâre soaked, the perspective of fucking in a public space having made you hornier than you usually are. Indeed, you think youâre already close, especially as he pushes in and out quickly, fingers rubbing you expertly.
You clench around him, and he smacks your ass with one hand. âYou like that?â
âFuck me,â you whine again, begging more than anything.
âYes, baby,â he says as he massages your ass. âIâm going to fuck you good.â
His fingers leave you empty, and he holds your hips as he aligns himself with your entrance. His cock rubs against your clit, making you see stars before he finally pushes in. He stops with just the tip in, landing another hard slap to your ass.
The sting makes you move back, and you impale yourself on him until his dick reaches deep inside of you, splitting you wide open. He grunts, fingers digging into the supple skin of your hip, and you moan as he hits the bottom of your pussy.
âFuck,â he curses. âYou want to fuck yourself on me, mmh?â
You donât reply, instead moving forward before pushing back again. He groans again, but then he holds you in place. When you understand that he wants you to stop, you still, glancing at him. He meets your gaze as one of his hands moves to his mouth, and he spits on his fingers.
You grab the side of the shelf hard, knuckles turning white, as he spreads your ass cheeks open, and he smears his spit on your asshole.Â
Heâs still holding your gaze, and as you say nothing, he pushes his thumb in your ass. It hurts a little, and your eyes flutter shut as you focus on the feeling.Â
âSafe word?â
You shake your head no, and Hoseok doesnât need more to start pounding into you, so hard you canât help the loud moan that falls from your lips. You clench your walls around him, hard, and he takes that as a cue to bring his other hand to your clit. He rubs it with a consistent rhythm thatâs making your legs tremble, though heâs pressing a little too hard. You know heâll get you oversensitive in no time, so you pinch one of your nipples, focusing on that pain to remain afloat.
Thatâs where your orgasm finds you, a little under a minute later. Crashing against you, you moan a broken sound that probably would have been his name, and the waves of your orgasm wash over you as he keeps fucking you, fingers never faltering on your clit.Â
As soon as youâre down from the high, you pull his hand away from your clit. âToo sensitive,â you mutter.
He slaps your ass but says nothing as he increases the pace of his thrusts, chasing his own orgasm. It hits him as you clench your walls around him voluntarily, and he grunts loudly as he comes, dick twitching deep inside of you.
For a moment, all that fills the air is the sound of your ragged breaths, and it takes you both a while before youâre back in your bodies, coming down from the high of sex. Hoseok pulls out of you, both his dick and his thumb, and he discards the condom, tying it tightly. You put your clothes back on, shakily, as youâre still reeling from the oversensitivity. You run your hands through your hair, making sure itâs not too much of a mess before facing him.
âDamn,â you say once youâre both standing straight, gaze meeting.
Hoseok laughs. âYeah.â
âNow I have a class to run to.â
He nods. âYou do. You think youâll be okay?â
The way he says it is cocky, and for some reason, it makes you want him again. He must have noticed, because he smirks, tilting his head to the side.
âIâll be fine,â you say. âWe shouldâŠâ
âHang out again?â he supplies as you fall silent.
You nod once. âSometime this weekend?â
He thinks about it for a time before shaking his head no. âIâm going to visit my parents this weekend soâŠâ he trails off.
âOh,â you let out, shrugging your shoulders. âJust⊠text me?â
âIn the group chat orâŠâ he teases, and you push him as you roll your eyes. It makes him laugh, yet he still pulls you in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âYes, Iâll text you.â
You move out of his embrace, a little embarrassed. âGood.â
He smiles, gently, and itâs so far from what he was just a moment ago, pounding into you, that you think you get whiplash.
Jeong Hoseok has a duality you donât think youâll ever understand. And really, it leaves you confused all through your genetics class. Nabi never shows up, which you actually are glad for. Because youâre pretty sure she would have taken one look at you and known youâve just fucked, and you donât think youâd be ready to deal with the questioning.
Youâve barely told them about what happened between you and Hoseok last weekend. You donât see yourself admitting that youâre sleeping with him again. Youâre just content with enjoying the friend group, and you donât want to make things awkward for everyone else. So youâve been keeping it to yourself, and perhaps thatâs why youâve been feeling so confused.
As you sit in the library later, trying to finish your lab report, you spy Jungkook shelving some books. He doesnât see you or pretends he hasnât seen you, and that, most of all, makes you realize one thing.
Hoseok isnât the one thatâs been confusing you at all. Itâs been Jungkook, and what he said on Sunday morning, thatâs been plaguing your every moment.
No wonder you havenât said anything to your friends.
Wednesday, February 6thÂ
You hate midterms. They stress you out, obviously, but also the irregular hours make it hard for you to sleep at night, and even harder to follow in your classes. Itâs no wonder you end up skipping your afternoon class, heading home to take a well-deserved nap before you study more. Nabi promised to send her notes, considering youâve sent her the notes of that genetics class she missed a few weeks ago.
Itâs a good deal, and you sleep like a rock the moment you get home, face hidden in your pillow. The only downside of taking a nap is, you always feel worse when you wake up. It takes a while for you to shake the grogginess away, so when you wake up around 3:45 pm, you know youâre not going to be able to study right away. Instead, you head to the kitchen, reheating some leftover noodles you find in the fridge.Â
Youâre halfway through your bowl when your phone rings, startling you. You glance at the screen â itâs Taehyung, on a Facetime call at that. Your heart leaps in your chest; you havenât talked to him since he left, a month ago, except for some texting here and there to make sure that everything was okay.
You pick up the call, and it takes a few seconds before it connects, and your brotherâs dumb face appears on the screen. He looks as if heâs lying in bed, or on a couch perhaps. He smiles as soon as he sees you, and you wish you could hug him through the screen.
âHey!â he says. âHowâs America going?â
âItâs cold,â you complain. âNot as great as Paris I assume.â
Taehyung laughs. âParis is a dream, honestly. Youâd love it here.â
âDuh.â You smile wide, slightly shaking your head. âI still canât believe you just get to spend a whole semester over there.â
âYou can if you want to! Iâm sure your major also allows it.â
As much as itâd be fun, you donât think Paris would be your destination. There are a couple of other places in the world that are higher up on your list, though you donât know if youâd want to study in those places. Youâre afraid itâd take the magic away, as youâve always been too focused on your studies.
Taehyung has never been like this, so you know heâs been enjoying his time over there. And he has â he visited the Louvres last weekend, and heâs eaten so many croissants heâs convinced heâs going to get a French accent soon.
At that, you laugh, before telling him about your time here. Omitting Hoseok, obviously, but mostly omitting how Jungkook has been not so subtly flirting with you. To be fair, youâre pretty sure he was flirting with you before Taehyung left, but heâs been far bolder now. You know the blame is partly on you â after the Incident, and the revelation that he knows about it, you can see why a guy like Jungkook would be attracted.
He told you himself that he was turned on when you were with Hoseok, didnât he?
âHello,â Taehyung says. âAre you even listening to me?â
You shake out of your thoughts, apologizing. âMidterms have been fucking with me.â
âOof,â Taehyung lets out. âIâm lucky my grades here donât count in my GPA.â He winces, glancing away from the screen before resuming his attention on you. âI think Iâm going to tank one of the classes.â
âRIP.âÂ
Before you or your brother have time to say anything else, the front door unlocks. Your eyes snap to it from where youâre sitting on the couch, and Jungkook comes into view, hair ruffled by the wind outside. He catches sight of you, offering you a corner smile that makes you want to roll your eyes as your gaze settles back on your brother.
âIs Jungkook home?â Taehyung asks, loud enough for the mentioned man to look your way.Â
âTae!â he lets out enthusiastically, and he kicks his boots off to make his way to your side.Â
You want to disappear when he sits next to you, close enough for his thigh to press against yours. Heâs still clad in his coat, and you cringe at how cold it is as he leans even closer, his face appearing on your phone. âHowâs Paris been going?â
âBro, itâs fucking sick,â Taehyung answers. âThey know how to party here.â
Jungkook smirks. âAny good fucks?â
Your head snaps towards Jungkook. âBruh, why would you ask him that?â
Taehyung laughs, ignoring you. âIâve been seeing this girl,â he admits. âHavenât fucked yet but Iâd say itâs coming.â
You wince, nose scrunching up in disgust. âCome on, I donât want to hear about your sex life, Tae.â
âYouâre a big girl now, get used to it,â Jungkook jokes.
You glare at him again, and when your eyes move back to Taehyungâs face, heâs got his brows furrowed. You donât know why, and the expression melts to be replaced by his usual impassive mask, the one you know he uses when heâs trying to not let his emotions show on his face.
âWell, Iâve been dating her, Iâm pretty sure I can tell you Iâve been going on dates?â he says, and it sounds like a question.
You narrow your eyes at him. âKim Taehyung, why are you starting to date someone in Paris? Youâre not going to do long distance.â
âSheâs from our college too, chill,â he answers, rolling his eyes at you. âSheâs in the exchange program.â
That gains your interest, and a smile moves on your lips. âOh?â
âOh?â Taehyung echoes.
âWho is she?â
He offers you a secretive smile. âNot telling before things are official.â
Taking you by surprise, Jungkook grabs your phone out of your hands. The sudden contact of his fingers on yours feels electrifying, even though it lasts just a fraction of a second before itâs gone.
âHey!â you burst out.
âIâm sure you can tell your best friend,â Jungkook says, holding your phone out of your reach, filming his face.
âJungkook, give me my phone!â
You can hear Taehyung laughing on his side of the line as Jungkook looks at you. âNah.â
You sit back on the couch, folding your arms on your chest. You clench your jaw, annoyance moving through you, but you donât say anything else as Taehyung insists that heâd rather wait before telling you. Jungkook, resolute, asks the question again, and you elbow him in the ribs.
âOw!â he lets out. âWhat the fuck was that for?â
You roll your eyes. âGive me my phone.â He looks up at the ceiling in annoyance, before handing you the device. âThank you,â you say sarcastically.
âJust wanted to get you your answer,â he replies, shrugging his shoulders. âBut never mind.â
At that he gets up, sauntering away while taking off his coat. You watch him go, far too confused, but Taehyung doesnât let you think about it for too long. Instead, he says heâs got to go, but that heâs glad you two talked. You tell him to be safe, and then you hang up.
The sudden silence in the living room makes you glance towards the kitchen as you hear Jungkook rummaging in the refrigerator. It takes all but five seconds for him to yell, âHey, are you eating my noodles?â
Your gaze widens as it falls on the noodles youâve been eating, forgotten on the coffee table. You were convinced they were yours earlier, but now that Jungkookâs said itâŠ
You jump out of your seat, grabbing them as you head to the kitchen. âAre they yours? I was convinced they were mine.â
He seems pissed, but when you hand him the bowl, he cocks an eyebrow. âYouâve eaten half of them.â
âThereâs still plenty left!â you point out. âIâm sorry.â
âPeach,â he says, smirking. âItâs okay, Iâll eat something else.â
The nickname makes your cheeks burn. âNo, really, take them.â
He hesitates for a few seconds more before shrugging his shoulders and grabbing the half-eaten bowl. âThanks.â
You donât reply, not knowing what to say as he moves back to the living room. Still hungry, you grab some grapes from the fridge before heading to your room, figuring you should study now. You get comfortable at your desk, studying for your next midterm. It goes well for a few hours, but when the sun has long since set, you hear Jungkook opening the front door, greeting someone.
For a moment, youâre afraid heâs invited a girl over, but it turns out to be Jimin. You relax in your chair, continuing to study, eyes growing heavy with every sentence that you read. Luckily enough, you donât have a morning class tomorrow, having the week off before the midterm to âstudyâ. So you push through, knowing that it doesnât matter if you go to bed late tonight.
You canât focus on your laptop anymore when you hear Jungkook cursing at Jimin from the living room. Itâs loud, and you only then realize that the TV is on, and theyâre clearly playing some game. Just like that, what was left of your concentration flies out of the window, and you get up to go see what they are up to.
Turns out that they are playing Mario Kart, and from the looks of it, Jungkook is losing. Heâs leaning towards the TV, elbows resting on his knees as he concentrates, and Jimin has a shit-eating grin on his lips. The latterâs eyes flicker to you for half a second before he resumes his attention on the television.
âHey,â he greets you, adding your name at the end. âWant to play?â
You move closer so you can see the screen, and you watch as they drive the rainbow road. âIâm supposed to be studying.â
Jungkook curses loudly, and you watch his character fall from the road. You laugh, right as Jimin finishes the race.
âJK, you suck,â Jimin teases.
Jungkook is pouting next to him, half in concentration and half in annoyance, and he looks stupidly cute like this. You hate it, so you resume your attention on the screen to watch him finish in eleventh place, right in front of Princess Peach.
âFuck off,â Jungkook drawls, and his gaze slides to where youâre standing. It seems he thinks you are salvation because his gaze lights up. He says your name enthusiastically, adding, âMy second favourite Kim sibling!â
You purse your lips, furrowing your brows. âFuck off,â you tell him.
âCan you please go get some beer from the fridge, since youâre standing?â he adds, begs, ignoring you.Â
He offers you his best impression of puppy eyes, and you want to hate him because, damn, heâs good. Too good, and you shake your head in disapproval, though you still turn around and walk over to the kitchen. You fish two beers out of the fridge and thinking better of it, you grab a third one for yourself. You head back to the living room then, handing the cans to the guys.
âThank you,â Jimin says, but all Jungkook does is wink at you, a smirk playing on his lips.
It makes something warm blossom in your chest, and as he glances down at your naked legs, the feeling soon trickles down to your core. Indeed, youâre only wearing a pair of pajama shorts, and luckily enough, youâve been shaving your legs religiously now that youâve been sleeping with Hoseok again.
Your cheeks flush, and you try to figure out where to sit. Jimin is leaning against the armrest, back propped up against a pillow, and Jungkook is in the middle of the couch, next to the L-shaped part. It only leaves you with the option of sitting next to him, and you clench your jaw, though you still make it to his side.
You sit as far from him as you can, grabbing the blanket you always leave on the back of the couch to hide your legs, lest Jungkookâs gaze burns your skin more.
âYou wanna play?â Jungkook asks.
You shake your head no. âJust taking a break from studying.â
âWith a beer?â
He sounds disapproving, so you glance at him. âYeah?â
He snorts, but he doesnât say anything else as Jimin starts another race. You watch them play, cheering for Jimin even though Jungkook is winning. Jimin, ecstatic, keeps drifting into the wall, but he manages to get a blue shell on the last turn, which he immediately launches at Jungkook.
Jungkook curses loudly again as you giggle with Jimin, watching his character â Wario â spinning on the screen. He still manages to finish the race fourth, with Jimin right behind him.Â
Youâve been drinking your beer fast, and after the next race, Jimin manages to convince you to play. You choose Princess Peach, obviously, right as Jimin moves away to go to the bathroom.
âReally, Princess Peach?â Jungkook teases, a smirk adorning his lips. âYouâre trash with her.â
âThe character you choose changes nothing,â you say, glaring at him. âLet me be.â
âRight,â he says, laughing. He leans back into the couch, taking a sip from his beer. âYou did earn your nickname after all.â
âPlease.â You roll your eyes, before meeting his gaze. âYou know I hate that nickname.â
âHence why Iâll keep using it, peach.â
You punch him in the shoulder, clearly not hard enough to hurt. As a matter of fact, it hurts your hand more than it probably hurts him as your fist collides with his hard shoulder muscles, and you grit your teeth as you sit back in your spot.
âYouâre annoying.â
He grins at you, a toothy grin that makes you want to punch him again, in the face this time. âYou love it,â he teases.
Before you can say no, Jimin walks out of the bathroom, and the moment is over. You go back to playing, and you end up on a winning streak, which earns you a lot of curses from Jungkook. Right when youâre about to go for a fourth race, Jungkook claiming that this one is going to be his race, Jimin receives a call.Â
âItâs Sera,â he says as an explanation, and he walks away to take the call in the kitchen, away from you and Jungkook.
Jungkook immediately turns towards you. âHave you been practicing? You were trash last time we played.â
You snort. âI have better things to do with my free time than to practice playing Mario Kart.â
He cocks an eyebrow at you before shaking his head. âWhatever, Iâll beat you in this race.â
âGood luck with that,â you tease. âDidnât you finish last in the last one?â
To your surprise, he leans towards you. Heâs close enough for you to feel his breath fanning on your face, and you hold yours as he offers you a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.
âAt least I finished.â
You donât know what heâs referring to, so you offer him a quizzical look. âWhat?â
He chuckles, and one of his hands pats your thigh over the blanket. It still burns, and you gulp.
âPretty sure that guy youâve been fucking hasnât made you finish.â
You flush crimson. âWhy the fuck would you think that?â
You hope he canât hear the furious beats of your heart because youâre pretty sure youâre about to go into cardiac arrest.
âHeard you sucking his dick, and then you tell me he left. He didnât take care of you, did he?â
The way Jungkook is looking at you right now makes you feel new. Seen. As if no oneâs ever looked at you that way before.
âI deserved it,â you reply, throat dry. You try swallowing, but it only makes you gulp again.
âCome on, peach. What did you do to deserve that?â
Heâs even closer now. Eyes dropping to your lips as you tentatively wet them, and you feel yourself leaning back. Mostly because you think youâre going to explode if you donât move.
Jeon Jungkook is dangerous for your sanity.
âGhosted him,â you admit.
That takes Jungkook by surprise. He starts laughing, shaking his head. âYou, ghosting someone?â
Luckily enough, as he laughed he sat back in his spot, and you breathe easier with the renewed distance between you.
âYeah?â
Jungkook chuckles again. âFor some reason, I thought you were a hopeless romantic.â
âWhy?â
He shrugs, and you both glance towards the kitchen from which Jimin emerges. Jungkook never answers your question as Jimin announces that heâs going to play one last race before heâll have to leave, and youâre forced to let the conversation go as he starts the race.
This time around, you canât focus. You keep falling off the track, hands clammy as your mind replays the conversation with Jungkook. As it reminds you of just how Jeon Jungkookâs gaze was burning on you a moment ago, and you drive into a wall on the second turn.
âFuck,â you curse.
âDistracted?â Jungkook asks, and the smirk tells you enough for you to understand what just happened.
He was trying to distract you. You fume, focusing on the screen with new vigour as you try to pass Jungkook. He notices your intent, but when he laughs, you once again run into a wall, slowing you down enough that you fall back to the tenth position.
When Jungkook passes the finish line first, he cheers loudly, winking your way. You glare at him, and Jimin laughs at the two of you, though he says nothing. You wonder if heâs heard part of your conversation with Jungkook â if he has, you reckon your brother is going to give you shit for it soon. You can only hope that he hasnât, because as much as you love Taehyung, you donât want him to be an overbearing asshole.
Jimin leaves, wishing you and Jungkook a good night before disappearing into the soft snowfall outside. You donât move from the couch, and when Jungkook heads to the kitchen, you put your controller down, stretching as you yawn.
To your surprise, Jungkook comes back with another beer for each of you.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask.
âDonât you still want to play?â he says as he sits next to you, and electricity courses through your blood as you notice heâs closer now.
âNot really,â you admit, yet you still accept the beer that he hands you.
âMind if I play something else, then?â
You shrug your shoulders. âNah, go on. Iâll just drink this and go to bed.â
âTired of me?â he teases, smirking.
You roll your eyes, but donât reply to that.
 âWhat made you think that Iâm a hopeless romantic?â you ask after a few seconds, going back to your previous conversation.
He plays with his piercing, eyes sparkling with mischief. âHave you seen your brother? It wasnât far-fetched to think youâd be like him.â
Heâs not wrong. Taehyung is a romantic, through and through. Itâs one of the reasons why he loves Paris so much â the city of love, where heâs himself finding love at the moment, it seems. Heâs been that way for as long as you can remember, only having dated a girl once in his life all through high school, splitting because she decided to go to an Ivy League college on the other side of the country.
âRight,â you say.
Jungkook switches games to Smash, not saying anything else. It seems the conversation is over, and you watch him play a match as you sip your beer, slower than the other one. It makes you realize that you donât usually hang out with Jungkook, and you reckon you have nothing to tell him.Â
Thereâs usually always a buffer between the two of you, be it Taehyung or Jimin.
âHow have your midterms been going?â he asks all of a sudden, right as you watch his character being thrown out of the screen.
âHuh,â you let out. âItâs been okay,â you admit. âJust stressful, and a lot of studying.â
He glances at your beer. âSorry for interrupting your studying tonight.â
âNah, all good,â you reassure him. âI needed a break. I pulled an all-nighter last night.â
He throws you a disapproving look that makes you shrug your shoulders as if to say âitâs whateverâ. He doesnât say anything though, waiting until his match ends to speak again.
âYou shouldnât pull all-nighters, theyâre bad for your health.â
âItâs fine,â you insist. âI had a midterm this morning, didnât really have a choice.â
He pulls at his piercing, nodding once. âFair enough. What are you doing still up though?â
Right on cue, you yawn again. âIâm going to head to bed soon,â you admit. âBut I took a nap this afternoon and I always struggle with sleeping after.â
âPretty sure youâve got a little friend that can help you with that.â
Your mouth falls open in surprise, but Jungkookâs attention is focused on the screen as another match begins.
âExcuse me?â
âUnless you just use your fingers?â he teases. âHow do you touch yourself, peach?â
âJungkook, shut the fuck up,â you warn.
Though his words have arousal build up inside of you, and you clench your thighs together instinctively.
âJust do whatever you did the other night,â he says, and you know heâs referring to the Incident. âYouâll sleep well after.â
You shake your head in disbelief. âYouâre so crass.â
âYet youâre still sitting next to me.â
You watch his profile, and your eyes fall to the ink on his arm. His forearm flexes as he uses the controller, and you force yourself to look at the screen.
âIâm just finishing my beer.â
He glances at you once, and you think you could drown in the darkness in his eyes. His gaze is gone too fast for you to do just that, but you still feel your pulse racing.
âRelax, peach,â he tells you, voice suddenly husky. It has the opposite effect of making you relax, and you wet your lips as he continues, âMasturbating is only human. You shouldnât be ashamed of it.â
âStill donât think I should be discussing that with you,â you say after a few seconds of electric current swimming in your blood.
He chuckles manly. âFair enough. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.â
In truth, he did quite the opposite, but you donât have it in you to tell him. You donât want to tell him, donât want to encourage his behaviour when it feels like danger in its purest form.
âAll good,â you say, and youâre aware you sound breathless. As a matter of fact, you are breathless, and you know Jungkook heard it too. Know that the look he throws you is filled with lust, sinfully so, and you know you need to leave this room.
Heâs your brotherâs best friend, after all.
âIâmâŠâ you trail off. He nods once to encourage you to continue, gaze still burning on you even though that means heâs losing his game. âIâm going to go to bed now.â
He glances at your beer. âYouâre done with that?â
Heâs a little shit. Heâs a little shit, and he clearly knows it.
âIâll finish it in my room.â
His tongue darts out to play with his piercing as his big doe eyes narrow. âAlright. Good night, peach.â
You nod once, and you get up from the couch. The blanket falls from your legs, and youâre all too aware of how heâs looking at you like heâs about to devour you.
âGood night.â
And then you flee, core heated up and heart beating out of your chest. Youâre convinced you can feel his gaze boring a hole between your shoulder blades, but you donât turn around to confirm. You refuse to turn around to confirm, lest youâre never going to be able to make it to your room.
You hate this. Hate that heâs got you hot and bothered too much for you to be able to settle in bed comfortably. Hate that you find yourself seeking your vibrator in your night table.
You only sigh in relief when youâve got it pressed against your clit through your underwear. And youâve soaked through your panties already. Theyâre sticky against you, but you canât bring yourself to move them to the side. Not for a while, not until youâve hidden your face in your bed cover to muffle your sounds, if you make any.
No, it takes you a moment before you finally decide to push them to the side, and the direct contact on your clit has you arching your back, stars swimming in the periphery of your vision. You think about Jungkook. Remember the sounds that he makes while he fucks, remember the words that heâs told you.
You remember his big eyes, filled with sudden lust for you. You imagine him murmuring his dangerous words right in your ear, lips moving against you, and the thought of him pushing his dick in you is enough to send you over the edge, vision flashing with white light for so long that you think youâve gone blind. And then you push the vibrator inside of you, not surprised when it slides right in with how wet you are.
Youâre aware of the squelching sounds it makes, but you canât bring yourself to care. All you can do is imagine being impaled on Jungkookâs dick instead, imagine his inked hand wrapping around your neck as he pounds into you.
In your fantasies, he fucks you even better than Hoseok does. He fucks you into ecstasy, fucks you until youâre high with it, and you go dumb. Until all thatâs left is his dick, and itâs no surprise when you muffle a loud moan in the bed cover as you squirt, your juices covering the hand youâre fucking yourself with.
And still, you canât stop. You turn on your side, hide your face in your pillow as tears swim in your gaze with the intensity of your pleasure. You imagine Jungkook on his side of the wall, imagine him stroking his cock, listening to you choking on Hoseokâs dick, remember him admitting to being turned on by itâŠ
Your other hand moves between your legs, finds your sensitive clit and starts rubbing insistent circles on it, right as another knot starts forming in your lower stomach. You move the vibrator inside of you faster, time your motions with the circles on your clit, and soon enough, a new orgasm finds you, slams into you so hard you think youâll lose your mind.
Only then are you able to stop, turning off your vibrator and putting it down on the bed next to you, hands shaking slightly. You donât move for a long time as you swim in the aftereffect of your pleasure, and it takes you a while to decide to go clean up. Clearly, you need a cold shower, but first, you chug what was left of the beer, needing to numb your mind so you canât be embarrassed by what just happened.
You put your pajama shorts back on, grab a clean pair of underwear and then stop next to the door. You listen to the sounds outside of your room, but it seems Jungkookâs not gaming anymore. So you hesitantly open the door, and when you find the apartment completely dark, you sigh in relief.
You tiptoe towards the bathroom, slowing down in front of Jungkookâs door. Thereâs a faint red light under his door, coming from the LED lights you know heâs hung in his room, and you wonder what heâs doing in there.
Through the door, you hear some faint feminine moaning and instinctively bite your lips. You only realize youâve stopped in front of his door when you hear him curse lowly, and then the moaning is interrupted. Heâs watching porn. Youâre painfully aware that heâs watching porn, jerking off just on the other side of his closed door.
You reckon you will really need the cold shower after all.
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My Alpha
This is kind of a long one shot (5619 words!), but I thought I'd try my hand at the ABO!/Omegaverse. Hope you like it!
Being an omega wasnât always a bad thing. At least thatâs what she told herself repeatedly as she religiously took hormone blocking birth control pills and wore scent blockers on the daily. Y/N hadnât had a heat in years and wasnât planning on letting up any time soon. She had started working as a personal assistant for the Avengers under Tony Stark years before, going through the Sokovia Accords debacle, surviving the Blip, losing Natasha, Tony, Steve, T'Challa, and all the other strange and traumatic things that happened during her tenure. She had denied her biology to get this job, not wanting it to affect her performance or be a target while being surrounded by literal super Alphas in this field. And as hard as the job was, she loved it.
One of the greatest highlights was gaining Bucky Barnes as a friend. While other Alphas she had come across were domineering, he was compassionate and kind. He very rarely lost his composure like others did during high pressure situations in missions, and never fought over who was in charge. He was incredibly careful to make sure everyone around him felt comfortable in his presence. After finally shaking the Winter Soldier programming he didnât want to ever lose control of himself again, and with the super soldier serum messing with his hormones to the extent that he was nearly feral during ruts, he would isolate himself away to keep her and others safe. Â
Y/N felt like she could talk to him about anything, and he felt the same. She was his sanctuary after rough missions, one of the few people that could break him out of a deep depressive state or the nightmares that still plagued him. He knew she was an Omega but could barely smell her because of her blockers, which he both loved and hated. Loved because it made it so they could be friends without the weird biological dynamics getting in the way, and hated because he was super curious about what her scent was. They had fallen for each other long ago, but were both too afraid to do anything about it.
As they both relaxed during a rare weekend off they got on the topic of Omega versus Alpha traits. âI get it, Alphas can be rough, but donât you want to mate someday? Find someone special to settle down with? Maybe have a family?â
She sighed. âOf course I do, Buck.â
âThen what are you afraid of?â he asked gently.
âNot having a clear choice,â she answered simply, giving him a sharp look. âI donât want my biology to decide my fate. So many Omegas get stuck being mated with bad Alphas because their heats were uncontrollable and the Alpha wouldnât take no for an answer. I know that Iâm predestined to be a nurturer. Hell, thatâs what my job is now, taking care of all of you guys! But I should get to choose who I end up with based on love, not by bodyâs reactions.â Bucky nodded in understanding, looking down at his intertwined hands. âDo you want to settle down someday?â
âYeah,â he said quietly. âI just donât know how it would work out. This jobâŠmy past. It all points towards disaster at any given time.â
She slid over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders awkwardly as she sat next to him. âYou deserve a happy ever after, Bucky.â
âYou do, too, you know,â he reminded her, resting his head on top of hers.
âMmh, maybe someday,â she said wistfully as she undid her embrace and leaned back against the couch.
âSo, anyways,â he cleared his throat. âIs it true that Omegas have a better sense of smell than Alphas or Betas? Like you can pick up on othersâ scents and identify them really well?â
She laughed. âYes, itâs true.â
âReally? Okay, what doesâŠâ he scanned the room as other Avengers milled in and out. âPeter. What does Spidey smell like?â He tested her, watching her expectantly.
She took a look at Peter across the room, her nose slightly flaring as she took in a whiff from his direction. âHe always smells like fresh bagels to me. You know the smell of just-baked bread? Kinda like that. Mixed with a little bit of hazelnut.â
Bucky looked at her in awe. âYeah I kinda get that off of him. Alphas can smell and track scents but not to that level.â
âHm, thatâs interesting,â she said as her eyebrows furrowed. Â
âNow how about Sam?â he asked excitedly, hoping it would be something not so pleasant he could tease him about.
âHa, Sam is Cajun seasoning with a sweet lemony undertone. Like really well done seafood,â she answered quickly with a smile on her face, knowing Bucky would be disappointed in that answer.
Bucky frowned as he thought about who to ask of next. âOkay, how aboutâŠSteve?â He knew it was a long shot. Steve had been gone for a few years now, so she probably wouldnât remember. But she gave him a soft smile.
âSteve was smoky, like fireworks. A summer night that ends with warm apple crisp and melting vanilla ice cream on top,â she said as she stared out the window, a dazed look in her eyes as she remembered him.
âWowâŠâ Bucky whispered. âI always got the fireworks, and something like a picnic. But now that you say it, yeah, apple with vanilla.â
âYep, he was truly all American,â she winked at him.
He laughed as he turned towards her on the couch. âHow about, umâŠme?â
She gazed at him, her expression softening as her nose flared again and she huffed out the breath sheâd taken. âSmoky, like Steve, but different.â
âLike gunpowder?â he asked suddenly, his eyes searching hers. He had been told that before and was hoping they were wrong.
âNo, not gunpowder. More likeâŠâ she sniffed again but frowned. âDo you mind if IâŠ?â she gestured her finger from herself to him.
âYeah, go ahead,â he said, opening himself up for her to scoot closer to him. She leaned in towards his neck, the best place to scent someone, and breathed in a slow sniff of him. She closed her eyes.
âCampfire. A campfire on the beach. And the smell of the ocean after it rains,â she said resolutely, opening her eyes to look at him. Their faces were close as he stared at her. âBut no, not gunpowder,â she reassured him.
âThatâs good,â he breathed, his eyes shifting from her eyes down to her lips and back.
Her eyes suddenly widened, her brow furrowing and she pulled herself away quickly. âI, umâŠI need to goâŠexcuse me,â she said hurriedly before she jumped off the couch and power-walked down the hall towards her room.
âWait, Y/N, are you okay?â Bucky stood from the couch as he watched her leave.
âYeah! Iâll talk to you later!â she yelled back without looking, her voice sounded strained.
âWhat the hell?â he asked himself quietly, looking around him like something had jumped out and spooked her.
Once she was out of sight she ran to her room and had Friday bolt the door. She doubled over in pain and clutched her stomach. âNo way,â she moaned as she reached for her phone and called for help.
âHey you, how are ya?â Bruce asked when he answered the call.
âBruce,â her voice was pained as she held in another moan. âI need help, somethingâs wrong.â
âWhat? Whatâs going on?â he sounded worried, the rustling of papers and beeping from a screen by him going off.
âIt feelsâŠlike a heat? But thatâs not possible, right? We made sure of it,â she grunted as another cramp shot through her abdomen, and just as suddenly as it all started, it suddenly stopped, leaving her gasping. âWait, now it stopped? What the hell is happening?â
âCome down to the lab, right now. Weâll get you tested.â
She didnât need to be told twice as she hung up and crept out of her room towards the elevator. She was able to get in and down to the lab a few floors away without being caught by Bucky or anybody else. She ran into the lab in a panic. Bruce was already setting up the medical bay in the back with everything needed to do a check-up, some vials next to the other instruments.
âHey, letâs take some blood and see whatâs going on,â he called out to her when he heard the doors slide open. She jogged to the bed and hopped up on it, taking off her cardigan so he could access the veins in her arm better. After a quick routine check up he took a few vials of her blood then stepped out towards all the equipment he had for medical and scientific tests. Â
He worked silently as she sat there deep in thought. It canât be, she tried to reassure herself. Iâve been so careful. Not missed a single pill ever. This canât be happening. After about an hour Bruce came back with a screen in his hand, his eyebrows hung low over his eyes and a frown on his face.
âY/N, itâsâŠitâs not working anymore,â he said softly, his eyes sad and confused as he looked at her.
âWhat do you mean?â she asked hesitantly, her eyes widening.
âThe hormone blockers, the pillsâŠyour body isnât responding to them anymore. Your hormones are syncing back to normal Omega levels. Your heats are going to come back.â
âNo, no no no no noâŠNO Bruce! I canât. Please, thereâs gotta be another pill to try, a shot, an implant, something? Anything, please?â she began to cry. Â
âIâm sorry Y/N. We already got you the best blockers that are available out there. If your body is weaning off of them it means your biology is taking over, probably because youâre getting older and itâs fighting back to have a chance at mating. Iâm so sorry,â he showed her the hormone levels on a chart on the screen, pointing out the differences and then setting it down. âThereâs nothing I can do. Nothing you can do but prepare yourself for it to start again. And your first one is probably going to be brutal after avoiding them for so long. Youâll need helpââ
âNO! No, I canât do this. I canât ask some random Alpha for help. This isnât fair!â she cried harder, hiding her face in her hands. Bruce patted her on the back, trying to help ease her pain by giving off a calming scent. He was also an Omega and knew how much this meant to her. Â
âIt will be alright, Y/N. You have friends here who will help you without making it awkward between you and them, or wonât immediately try mating with you during your heat. Theyâre good Alphas. They wonât hurt you or take advantage of you,â he promised.
She tried to calm the loud beating of her heart that was wringing in her ears, a panic attack trying to settle deep in her bones that she was fighting back. âHow long do I have until it comes?â she sighed as she sniffled.
âI donât know, Iâm sorry. With it being so long since you last had one it could be next week or it could be in a couple of months,â he answered gravely.
âUgh, great,â she laughed as she wiped her tears away. âNo choice, whatsoever. My body ultimately got to decide for me after all. Wonderful,â she spat as she jumped down off the bed. âThank you, Bruce, for testing. I justâŠI need to go sleep this off, I donât know,â she said, giving him a quick hug and then leaving the lab. Â
She took the elevator back up to her floor, her eyes stinging from the hot tears still slowly falling down. Her heat was coming back, and with a vengeance. She would need help. Who would she ask? Any of the unmated superhero Alphas would probably say yes, though she knew she only wanted one. But how could she ask this of him? And if he did help, how could she go on with their friendship as if nothing had happened between them afterwards?
The elevator opened and she trudged into the common room. The floor was already dark as twilight set in and everyone had split off to their rooms. She slipped into the kitchen since she missed dinner while down in the lab to grab something to eat, although she wasnât particularly hungry. As she made herself a sandwich she turned to grab a knife then saw a figure in the corner at the dining table.
âJesus! Fuck, Bucky you scared me,â she gasped, holding a hand over her heart.
âSorry, honey,â he grunted as he sat watching her. âWhy are you crying?â
She stiffened as she looked at him, trying to act nonchalant as she grabbed the knife and turned back to her sandwich. âIâm not, Iâm just tired,â she waved him off, quickly cutting the sandwich and putting the ingredients and dishes away to escape.
âDonât lie to me Y/N. Whatâs wrong?â he stood, walking towards her. She reached for the refrigerator door to get a drink, which he quickly shut and stared her down. She wouldnât look him in the eye.
âCome on Buck, I just need a drink,â she complained as she tried to open the door again, reaching for the handle. Bucky grabbed her wrist firmly and leaned in towards her.
âWhatâs wrong Y/N? You ran away earlier and now you smellâŠoff,â he said, searching her eyes as his nose flared at the scent she was radiating. His frown deepened and his eyes looked worried. âWhy are you afraid? Was it me? Did I do something wrong?â
âNo! Oh no, Bucky, itâs not you,â she said, her eyes widening. âItâs me, itâs justâŠâ her eyes welled up with tears again, spilling onto her cheeks as she sucked in a sharp breath. âItâs me,â she sobbed, leaning forward til her forehead rested against his chest.
âOh honey,â Bucky sighed. He put his hands under her armpits and lifted her onto the counter so she was eye level with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder, crying harder as he enveloped her, his hands rubbing up and down her back as he whispered reassuring words to her. They sat holding each other for a while, Bucky letting her cry it out and Y/N relishing the comfort. As her cries died down and her grip loosened around his neck he pulled back.
âTell me whatâs wrong, please? Youâre breaking an old manâs heart,â he pleaded, hating to see her hurting so much.
Y/N chuckled at him calling himself an old man as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. Bucky held her face in his hands and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. She let herself enjoy his touch before she sniffled and finally looked up at him.
âWhen I was talking to you earlier, I felt this weird pain,â she explained quietly. Bucky nodded, listening intently as he held her face still. âThatâs why I ran out. I went to Bruceâs lab to test me because it felt likeâŠlike a heat,â she sniffled again, looking down at her lap. Bucky nodded again, his hands releasing her face and reaching for her hands to hold. âI havenât had one in years.â This surprised him. He knew there were new ways of birth control for Omegas now, giving them a lot more options than to just mate and reproduce and take care of their Alphas and pups like the old days, which he thought was great. He just didnât realize it could be for so long. âAnd now, apparently, the hormone blockers arenât working anymore,â she gripped his fingers tightly. âMy body is rejecting them, weaning off of them and reverting back to normal hormone levels. My heat is coming,â she sucked in another sharp breath. âI donât know when, but he said itâs going to be brutal since Iâve been avoiding them for so long. He said Iâll need help andâŠand I donât know what to do.â Her voice shook as she looked up at him again. âIâm scared,â she whispered.
Bucky could feel her panic and gave off what he hoped was a calming scent. It seemed to help as her eyes fluttered shut and her shoulders visibly relaxed. The Alpha in him hummed in satisfaction as he swept his thumbs over her knuckles. âYou donât need to be scared, Y/N. Itâs going to be okay,â he tried to placate her. âListen, I know earlier you said you wanted a choice, and now your bodyâs not giving you one.â She nodded, a few more tears slipping out the sides of her eyes. âIâŠI can help you,â he said, gulping back the lump in his throat. Her eyes snapped up to him, a look of shock on her face. âI know that Iâm offering something kinda crazy. But I promise you I wonât hurt you, I wonât make you court me if you donât want to, and I wonât forcibly mate with you.â He looked her deep in her eyes to try to get her to understand. âBut Iâd be honored to help you.â
Y/N couldnât quite believe what she was hearing. She had wanted to ask him and now he was offering himself for her to get through this first heat. She licked her lips and contemplated it. âI just donât want it to ruin our friendship,â she sniffed again, her eyes searching his face for hesitation.
âIt wonât,â he said earnestly. Â
â...Okay,â she agreed. Â
Bucky smiled as he squeezed her fingers. âOkay.â
âThank you, Bucky. Youâre a good Alpha,â she thanked him, lifting his hands up and kissing his knuckles.
His eyes fluttered shut and he cleared his throat. âYou should probably not call me that, at least not right now.â
Her eyes widened. âOh! God, Iâm sorry. I didnât meanââ
âItâs okay, honey, itâs fine,â he chuckled. âWhenever it hits you, just call me, and Iâll be there.â
She gave him a warm smile in appreciation. They were playing with fire, and they both knew it deep down, but were denying it heavily.
***
Y/N could feel her hormones changing her body and mind. Bruce had advised against wearing scent blockers as well to help her body fully adjust and hopefully not cause as much pain during her upcoming heat, and that was the first thing she noticed. The Alphas around her, who would normally just give her a friendly greeting or a smile, now watched her hungrily through narrow eyes, giving tight smiles as their noses flared as she passed by. It made her self-conscious enough to ask Bucky one day, âDo I smell bad?â
Bucky looked away from the book he was reading as she plopped next to him on the couch in the common room again, lifting her feet up to rest on his lap. She was touching him a lot more lately. âWhat do you mean?â
âDo I smell bad? Omegas canât really smell themselves very well, and since I took off the scent blockers Iâve beenâŠwatched,â she looked around the room warily. Buckyâs eyes swept across the other Alphas in the room, noting how they were all giving off territorial scents as they tracked her. He sat up straight, facing each one until they caught his eye and gave off a warning rumble deep in his chest, his eyes flashing dangerously. They each quickly retreated, shamefully turning back towards their previous tasks. The air around Y/N seemed to lift and she felt like she could breathe again. âThank you, Bucky.â
He sat back on the couch, grabbing his book with one hand and mindlessly rubbing her feet with the other. âNo need to thank me, honey. And no, you donât smell bad. You smell like chai.â
âChai?â Y/N scoffed.
âYeah, chai withâŠâ he reached a hand out and grabbed her wrist, bringing it up to his nose and inhaling deeply. Her eyes widened comically at his brashness in scenting her so publicly. âPumpkin. Chai and pumpkin. Like Autumn,â he concluded, setting her wrist down and then rubbing her feet again. He said it so casually that she just stared at him dumbfounded. Â
It got worse as the weeks went on. Her emotions were haywire, one minute she was calm and cool and the next she was agitated and easily crying at anything. She was nesting anxiously, rearranging her room and her desk in her office, constantly carrying around a large fuzzy cardigan or blanket with her. Her joints were sore, especially in her hips. She found herself eating all the time. Bruce had her come down to the lab each week to check her levels, each time warning her it could happen any day now. Â
A month and a half later on a Friday night the team got together for a movie night. They decided on watching the first Avatar, a movie Bucky hadnât yet seen. As it played Y/N kept fidgeting next to him, adjusting her sitting position, wringing her hands in her lap, taking deep breaths periodically. A scene began of two of the characters connecting in a tree garden and Sam yelled out, âAlien tree sex!â Everyone laughed but Y/N bolted out of the room. Bucky watched her run down to her room and shut her door.
He quietly got up and followed her. He could tell just by her scent changing these last few weeks and how it was getting stronger, the chai smell getting spicier, that her heat was fast approaching. She had been very touchy with him, following him around and staying close whenever they were in the same room. He had no claim to her, but it was evident to everyone to stay away from her, otherwise theyâd get a growl from him. He was growing more excited by the day, trying to remind himself that he was just helping out a friend, not staking any claim or bond. Â
When he reached her door he pressed his ear against it, listening for her. He heard her heart rate picking up and her breathing became labored. He could also smell her, more potent, spicy, the scent of unmated Omega making his hormones sing and call out for her. A deep rumble emitted from his chest as he felt his cock hardening. He knocked on her door.
âY/N,â he called out, just loud enough for her to hear. A soft moan came from the other side. His eyelids shut tight at the sound. It was time. âIâm coming in,â he warned before opening the door. He stepped inside and was hit with the scent full force, making his eyes and mouth water simultaneously. Y/N was laying in the nest she built on her bed in the fetal position, one hand on her stomach and the other in between her legs, not yet touching herself but keeping pressure against her core. âHoneyâŠâ he groaned as he locked the door behind himself and walked towards the bed.
âAlpha,â she breathed, her brow furrowed and eyes shut tight. A cramp wracked through her whole body and she yelped in pain. âItâs starting. It hurtsâŠhurts so bad,â she cried as she could feel a small gush of slick pour from her pussy as her body recognized the Alpha in the room.
âItâs gonna be okay, honey, Iâm here,â he cooed at her, reaching his hand out and running his fingers along her leg from her ankle to her thigh. âLetâs get you out of these, huh?â he said while lifting the hem of her shorts up slightly. She nodded and blindly started pulling at her clothes. Bucky helped her strip out of her layers then undressed himself, giving her naked body an appreciative glance. He lay behind her on the bed, cocooning her in his arms and leaning his head into the crook of her neck and scenting her. He could feel himself getting drunk off of her heat. She was sending him into an early rut as his hips rocked against her ass slowly. Y/N keened at that, her back arching and pushing her ass into his crotch further. He moaned at the sensation, his arms tightening around her. âShh, Omega. I got you,â he said as his voice dropped further, the Alpha coming through more prominently now.
âBuckyâŠâ she sighed, her hands gripping his arms around her. âPleaseâŠAlpha please,â she begged, her legs shaking as another cramp hit her.
Bucky moaned at the sound of his name said that way coming from her lips. He started to lick and suck and kiss at the scent gland on her throat, making her gasp loudly. His scent mixed with hers, and they quickly got lost in each other. His hands found her breasts and massaged them firmly, his fingers tweaking her nipples and making her hips buck back into him again. He twisted her body around to face him. She quickly molded herself back to him, hiking her leg up and over his hip, her hands scratching down his chest. He tried to remind himself one last time that this was just a friend helping a friend. Then she kissed him.
The kiss broke the dam of hesitancy he was holding to desperately. He quickly responded, his mouth opening and their tongues tangling as they tasted each other. Bucky climbed on top of her, his knees forcing hers apart. His fingers probed her lower lips, finding her clit and giving it all his attention. Y/Nâs hips writhed as he riled her up. She watched his fingers dip into her, making her breath stutter. She was already dripping for him so he plunged two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out while his thumb rubbed and flicked her clit. Â
âFuck Alpha,â she groaned. âJust like that, shit!â
Bucky smiled as she cursed, her legs shaking against his. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, giving him lazy pumps as he got her closer to her release. He huffed a sharp breath. âDamn, honey, oooh thatâs good,â he said lowly. âGive it to me, love, come on, you can do it. Be such a good Omega for me,â he encouraged her as he curled his fingers as deep as he could reach. Â
The tension in her core finally snapped, her first orgasm ripping through her at lightning speed, squirting slick all over his hand and his hips. She let out a guttural moan, the sound reverberating through the air, making the Alpha inside of him scream to claim her. He had to physically restrain himself as he pulled his fingers out of her. She smiled as she watched him with hooded eyes. He put his wet fingers in his mouth and licked them clean of her slick, his eyes rolling back at the taste.
âAlpha please, I need you. Bucky, I want your big cock inside meâŠplease!â Y/N begged again. Normally it would embarrass her to be acting like this, she would have never dreamed of speaking to Bucky this way. But they were beyond the point of no return.
âCondom first, Omega,â he reminded her in his authoritative voice. âAs much as Iâd love to fill you up, I donât think thatâs what you want just yet.â
Y/N pouted, but the first orgasm had helped clear her brain a little bit, and pointed to the nightstand next to the bed. Bucky quickly reached over and pulled open the top drawer, finding the box and pulling a few of them out. He unwrapped one and slipped it on himself before settling back between her legs, backing up a little bit. âPresent, please, Omega.â
Y/N twisted herself onto her stomach, lifting her hips high and pressing the side of her face into the bed. Bucky almost whimpered at the sight of her sweet pussy, seeing the way he had made her drip with slick, the skin softly puckering in anticipation. âPrettiest pussy Iâve ever seen Y/N, goddamn,â he whispered huskily. She preened at his praise, her ass raising a little higher. He gave her ass a quick slap, making her yelp and shiver. âYou ready?â he asked, making sure she was still wanting this.
âYes, please Alpha, BuckyâŠplease!â
âYouâre so sexy when you beg,â he slapped her ass again, then grabbed her hips and aimed himself at her entrance. He slowly pushed in the tip of his cock, the fat head catching just past her lower lips, making them both groan. He kept pushing until he was fully seated inside her, letting her adjust to his size. Y/N was keening again, a high pitched tone ringing through the air. After a moment she wriggled her hips, silently asking him to thrust. A deep growl emanated from Buckyâs throat and he pulled back until it was just the tip inside, then snapped his hips back into her hard.Â
Y/N was making the sweetest noises heâd ever heard as he pummeled his cock into her. She whimpered and moaned, making him hook an arm around her hips and lay his stomach across her back, quick huffs of his breath warming her shoulder. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, making the rhythm of his hips stutter. âFuck, honey, you gonna cum?â She nodded as her moans got louder. He flipped her back over onto her back so he could watch her release, leaving barely any room between them as he hovered over her. Her hands wound around the back of his neck, scratching his scalp with her nails. âGoddammit, do that again,â he heard himself whimpering this time. She scratched from the top of his head down to his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
He reached between their bodies and started flicking her clit as he chased his own high. âBucky, oh my God,â she squealed against his lips as her back arched and her legs clung to his hips. âYes, yes, yes, shitâŠmark me.â
Bucky didnât stop thrusting but tensed at her words. âNo, Y/N, you donât want that.â
âYes, I do, with you, Bucky,â she gasped.
âOmega,â he warned her, his eyes flashing. âWe can talk about that when Iâm not balls deep inside you.â
Y/N tensed at his Alpha command, her legs loosening around him. âI want you to be my Alpha, my mate.â
âGod fucking dammit,â Bucky stopped thrusting and leaned on his elbows above her. âY/N, listen to me, you donât want that. You said you wanted a clear choice, remember?â Y/N was silent and wide eyed as she watched him, slightly nodding her head. âThis isnât a clear choice. Your first heat in how many years? Itâs your hormones talking, honey. And believe me, Iâd love to mark you, claim you, bond and mate with you. Stuff you full of me,â he thrust again, making her eyes roll back, âand breed you with my pups. But we can talk about all that later. Right now, Iâm here to help you through this, because youâre my best friend, andâŠIâm ridiculously in love with you.â He finally said it. âI want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. But when itâs both of us with clear heads and a clear choice. Okay?â
Y/Nâs eyes were watery as she listened to him. âYouâre in love with me?â
Bucky huffed a laugh, âIs that all you got out of that?â
She shook her head, âNo, but itâs the most important thing. Iâm in love with you.â
He smiled wide and leaned down to give a quick kiss to her nose. âCan I continue now?â
She nodded again, and he gave her another thrust to get her going again. Her slick started to make squelching noises as he picked up the pace again, his knot starting to catch at her entrance, his hand reaching to her clit again and trailing kisses down her throat to her scent gland, licking and sucking at it again.
âOne day, if youâll have me, Iâll bite this pretty neck,â he moaned in her ear as her fingers dug into his back. âMake you mine.â
âYours, all yours, BuckyâŠAlpha,â Y/N groaned, leaning her head up and scenting him back. Her soft lips and her tongue against his gland had his eyes rolling in his head again and his fingers gripping her hips harshly. âThatâs right. Mine. MineâŠmine,â he thrusted harder and faster, angling her hips up to hit deeper.
Y/N screamed his name as she finally came, her hands digging into the flesh between his neck and shoulder, scratching his scent gland and making him see stars as he came with a yell, his knot fully inflating and latching him to her as she nearly squeezed the dear life out of him. He fell on top of her, and she held him as he calmed down, both of them panting and sweaty. Â
A heady scent filled the air, a smell that screamed satisfied mates. Bucky pulled himself to his side, holding her close so it wouldnât hurt her to move with him, and covered them with the blankets from her nest. Y/N was delirious after this first round of her heat, her head lolling with exhaustion. âRest, Omega. Weâve still got a few days, and forever after that.â
She smiled sleepily, âHmmm, my Alpha.â
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â THE PROPHECY
PAIRING â Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Fremen!Reader
SUMMARY â After failing to protect your tribe, its members leave you behind to die according to your customs. When Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen finds you, he immediately knows you are a daughter of the desert that was promised to him in the prophecy. Just like you were promised a man from the stars to come for you.
REQUEST â (1)
AUTHORâS NOTE â I changed the request a little and I hope it's fine â I just had this idea and I really wanted to write it but the request itself inspired it! đ By the way, this request was sent in April... đ I am so ashamed of myself and it's not even the only request like that because I still have one left to write with Feyd... Please, do forgive me... đđ» I know nothing about Fremen customs and I didn't bother to Google them because I had this idea in my head and I liked it so I didn't want to change it either way. Therefore, keep in mind that I treat The Fremen culture pretty loosely here. Reader is a Princess (I don't think they have royalty at all in canon), she has ritual tattoos on her body (not as many as Lady Jessica but still) and she has blue eyes from the spice (which is not even mentioned I think đ€) but other than that I did not describe anything about her looks.
WARNINGS â mentions of slavery, mentions of sexual activities including non/dub-con (no actual smut), mentions of suicide, Reader gets beaten up badly in the beginning by The Harkonnen soldiers
WORD COUNT â 4,200
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
THE PROPHECY
In other worlds, noble families had all the possible privileges alongside the burden of responsibilities. In other worlds, Princesses were spoiled and insufferable creatures who had all their whims and wishes fulfilled. But it was no other world â it was a cruel and harsh Arrakis. It was a hot desert filled with nothing but sand and spice and your tribe expected that your parents would help them to survive â no matter what price.
Everyone had the same duty to keep the rest alive â your father, your mother and even you, a simple Princess. The Fremen were not rich, therefore you were wearing the same clothes as everyone else. But even if you tried to blend in with the crowd, everyone would recognise you because of the ritual tattoos covering your skin. The noble blood was nothing but poison running through your veins â it was unwanted. Every failure was blamed upon you and you would drink the collected water as the last because your job was to make sure your tribe would live.
You had lost your mother first, even before the new Harkonnen invasion and the oppression of The Atreides. But your father died recently, in the very same ruins where your tribe left you to die in the ashes and heat before they attempted to run away. You were their Princess and your family had failed to protect them â the tough custom was to leave you behind and let the desert take care of you. It would either swallow you whole or you would prove yourself by digging yourself out.
But in this case â it was leaving you behind for The Harkonnens to find you and take care of you. It was worse than death in the desert. Perhaps their ways of murder were quicker and more sophisticated but they were unnatural. You were a Fremen and if you were to die, you wanted to do it by slowly decaying in the sand.
âMercy⊠MercyâŠâ You begged quietly in Chakobsa language when they found out that the body laying amongst the ruins was still alive and breathing.
One of the Harkonnen soldiers pulled you up by your hair and you could see them all through hazy eyes, in their black uniforms covering their unhealthy pale white skin.Â
âThat bitch is alive,â one of them drawled out. âAre you going to talk?â He leaned in to ask you but you didnât answer. You had no physical strength to answer him but also no spiritual motivation to keep going.
You were already prepared to die and you felt so indifferent that their punches and kicks did not bring you any pain at all. They dragged you by your hair and bruised your skin, they threatened you and cut you in a few places but with each drop of blood, you also felt your life leaking out of your body and what a sweet relief it was.
You were lying curled up on the ground and completely lost track of time. You could have been there for centuries, long hours or mere minutes only. You had absolutely no idea. You only waited for death to finally release you from this life and from the endless sands of Arrakis.
Your dream was to fly â fly away and see other worlds. See the worlds with greenery and water. To breathe in the fresh air and to be invisible in the crowd, to no longer be a Princess.
Or to simply disappear. That option was not so bad either. Everything was better than this life, certainly.
For now, they left you alone and proceeded to ruin the temple around you. And some part of you grieved this loss of your culture but the other part had no love for it anymore because you couldnât care less at this point and because this world and these people had brought you nothing but pain and oppression. You loved and hated the Fremen equally.
Perhaps The Harkonnens had left you alone to regenerate before theyâd start kicking and beating you again. Perhaps they would let you die in peace â that was doubtful, though. Perhaps they thought you were already dead but you were sure they did not because they were very committed to their art of killing.
When you heard heavy steps approaching you and their muffled voices explaining something to the man who had just arrived, you realised that they had been simply waiting for someone more important. And he was probably the one who would bring death to you. You tried to open your eyelids at least a little to see the face of your killer as you prayed quietly for a painless death even though you knew very well that no gods were listening to you. No gods would listen in a destroyed temple anyway.Â
The gods were angry and their anger was always aimed at people like you â the noble Fremen who hadnât managed to keep their people safe. You were doomed in this life and in the afterlife. There was no escape.
The man who had just walked inside the cave in which you were lying had an intriguing face because he was quite handsome for a Harkonnen. He had to be someone important, too, because his clothes were more elegant. He even had a cape attached to his stillsuit.
âSpy. Left behind,â one of his soldiers informed him and the man finally looked down and spotted you.
You bravely kept looking at him even though you knew already that painless death would be no option from his hands. You even straightened yourself up, slowly and gritting your teeth because you didnât want to hiss out of pain and give them any satisfaction. Now, you were on your knees.
âNo trace of the others,â the soldier explained.
âTheyâve gone South to hide in the storms,â the new man commented and his voice made a shiver go down your spine and formed a knot in your stomach. There was something extremely eerie about him in a way that no ordinary Harkonnen could match. He was evil and twisted â even his voice was.
He was given a blade and he examined it as you were examining him, trying to figure him out even though it was pointless since it was the last minute of your life, most likely. Yet, stupid human brain always had to be kept entertained, always needed a distraction â even in a time like this.
âSend this message to The Baron,â the man commanded. âThe North is liberated and secure. Harvest spice at will,â he looked back at you as if he was trying to mock you or tease you â so unaware how much you simply did not care anymore.
If it was up to you, you would blow up the whole planet. You would wipe Arrakis out of every galactic map.
âYes, Na-Baron,â the man behind him bowed his head and then you realised that the demon in front of you was Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen himself.
It was quite ironic â he was of noble blood, too. Perhaps it would be an honour to be killed by him if you were a simple girl but you were not. Maybe it was a small mercy of the gods â a small, ironic smile. Yes, they would bring death now but at least your murderer was your equal and not a common Harkonnen scum.
Feyd-Rautha approached you slowly, clenching his jaw and your own sore muscles tensed, expecting another kick or a blow or things much, much worse. You just kept sitting there and looking up at him, too weak to even beg for mercy anymore.
And you didnât want to either.
âShe wonât talk,â another soldier of his told him and Feyd-Rautha tilted his head.
After a short while of silence, he crouched down in front of you and he tore a part of your stillsuit off of your body, revealing your arm and one side of your chest. You made no attempt to hide away from him or to yell for him to stop because you knew it would not help you in any way and it would only cost you even more of your dignity.
He smirked at the sight of your exposed body and stood up again.
âShe is their Princess,â he pointed out loud. âHer marks give her away,â he added. âShe is no spy. She was left to die as a punishment of her tribe.â
You were surprised how much he knew about your customs. Feyd-Rautha turned around to look at you again.
âI do not care about the Fremen traditions,â he informed you. âYou will go with me,â he ordered.
You were too weak to move, of course. When two of his soldiers forced you to move up as they dragged you by your hair, you fell down on the ground. They kept forcing you up again and again, until you completely lost consciousness.
A man from the stars.Â
You were a young girl again or perhaps you were a visitor in your old memory because you could see yourself sitting there, inside the dark cave deep under the temple with a Reverend Mother and a few other veiled Bene Gesserit women. A young girl with tears still in the corners of her eyes from the painful ritual of marking her body with the black ink. She had just become a Princess and she already knew it was a path of pain and sacrifice. Now, she had been tested with Gom Jabbar â another suffering filling this small body of a little girl. She hadnât asked for any of this.
âA man from the stars,â the Reverend Mother said to her. A prophecy.
âWhat about him?â The girl asked, wiping her tears away with the palm of her hand, forgetting that they were sensitive now. The tears burnt her freshly-inked skin and she hissed. Bene Gesserit women smiled contemptuously. It was the Princessâ punishment for shedding tears and wasting water.
âHe will come for you,â The Reverend Mother found her eyes through all the chains in her veil. Little girl felt a chill going down her spine at those words and she was not sure whether it was a promise or a threat.
She never told her parents about this prophecy and soon she forgot about it anyway. She grew up to be too big to believe in fairytales.
When you opened your eyes again, you gasped and sat up rapidly as the water splashed all around you. You looked down, terrified, and realised that you were naked inside a bathtub, surrounded by a few terrified maids who had moved away at the sight of you awakening.
âWh-what is happening?â You asked them. Some of them were clearly Harkonnen with their white skin, big black eyes and bald heads. Some of them were Fremen slaves but they were not from your tribe because you couldnât recognise any of them.
âNa-Baron asked us to clean you up and take care of your wounds, my Lady,â the Harkonnen maid informed you. She was not sure how to address you but you couldnât care less about that. What shocked you the most wasâŠ
âWater!â You yelped and tried to get out of the bathtub although you were too weak to do so. âYou are wasting water!â
âWe have more than enough water here in the palace,â the Fremen slave woman told you and you calmed yourself down although you couldnât help but feel angry about the injustice.
Of course they had water in the Arrakeenâs palace. The Harkonnens, The Atreides⊠People like them never suffered â even in a place like this.
You allowed the maids to go back to cleaning you up. When you were as fresh as never before, you couldnât recognise yourself in the mirror. Even your skin looked a shade paler because it was no longer stained with the sand. Your hair was shining and the skilled hands of one of the maids braided it before your wounds were patched up and your body was covered with a semi-transparent dress. It was very feminine and quite revealing and the colours were all hues of orange.
âNa-Baron wishes to see you now, my Lady,â one of the maids bowed her head at you and two other maids took you by your arms to help you walk down the corridor to join Feyd-Rautha since you were still too weak to walk.
He was sitting by the big table that was filled with so much food you had never seen in your life. The colourful fruit filled with juice and water made your mouth drool.
The maids let go of your arms to bow down in front of him. You did not bow down but he did not comment. He had his legs placed up there on the tableâs surface and he smirked at you, beckoning you over with his finger.
âCome, Princess,â he mocked your title and you limped towards him. âLeave us,â he ordered the maids and they left the room with their heads kept low out of fear and respect.
You finally reached the table and you grasped the edge of it for support as you moved even closer to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. You were not scared of him because you were not scared of death anymore and his title did not intimidate you because you were of noble blood, too â even though in his eyes you had to be a dirty savage anyway.
His face fascinated you because it was so unnaturally beautiful in a way that no Harkonnen should be. But still, you kept staring at his face with nothing but pure hatred.
âYou must be starving,â he pointed out at the chair nearby. âTreat yourself.â
âThank you,â you drawled out through your gritted teeth and took the seat, too hungry to dismiss such an offer.
You were devouring a grapefruit, allowing its sticky juice to run down your chin when Feyd-Rautha put his legs back on the floor and leaned in over the table to take a closer look at you.
âWhat do they call you, Princess?â He asked in a low, raspy whisper. âHave my men hurt you badly?â
â(Y/N),â you answered and looked deep into his eyes, showing him that you were not scared of him. âI can handle that.â
âThat is a pretty name for a strong woman,â he commented. âYou will be my slave,â he said casually and leaned back on the chair.
You didnât know what to say to this, really. You knew that protesting was foolish â you didnât want to lose the opportunity to keep your stomach full and it was obvious from the beginning that he hadnât brought you to the palace as a guest anyway. Still, it felt wrong to quietly accept such a fate.
âI am no maid,â you only said.
âNot like that,â Feyd-Rautha smirked. âNot a maid. A special slave,â he explained but you kept staring at him in silence, killing him with your gaze only. He found it amusing as he chuckled. âYou know, Princess, you are a daughter of the desert,â he pointed his finger at you and you raised your eyebrow at him. âI was told by a Bene Gesserit witch that a daughter of the desert would give me a strong heir who shall inherit the Empire. The Harkonnen and Fremen bloodline could not be further apart and that is why mixed together they will create the most powerful species of men. An ultimate man,â Feyd-Rautha explained.
âYou are the man from the stars,â you mumbled out, feeling weird with the fact that your prophecy had been true, after all.
Feyd-Rautha was taken aback by your question and he had no idea what it meant but you did not feel like explaining.
âYou want me to be your whore. You want me to push out your heirs but they will not be any powerful, ultimate beings, Na-Baron. They will be pure chaos. That is the only thing that can ever come out of our bloodlines mixed together,â you pointed out harshly. âYou poison my world, you oppress my people, you killed my family. And now youâre asking me to be your concubine.â
âI must have missed the part where I am asking,â Feyd-Rautha clenched his jaw. You were getting him angry and it was nearly funny how spoiled he was that he really had thought you would agree to such a proposition after such a past.
âKill me,â you requested and put the grapefruit down. âKill me because I will be no use to you. I will never be your whore and I would rather die than give birth to your sickly bastards.â
âWhy are you loyal to the people who left you behind to rot in the sand?â He asked, tilting his head. He was no longer angry but simply curious.
âThat is the custom,â you only answered.
Your relationship with your tribe and your world was of a difficult kind but Feyd-Rautha did not need to know about it. He was an intruder, an outsider, an oppressor. He didnât deserve to know your heart.
âYou canât run away from your prophecy, Princess,â Feyd-Rautha reminded you before leaving the table and leaving you alone inside the room.
When he left, you went back to eating â as much as you could and as fast as you managed. You felt like an animal and a savage indeed but there was no one to witness that desperate act anyway and you could not remember the last time you had something in your mouth.
Feyd-Rautha did not bother you personally but the maids were following you around and even though you were given your own room with a beautiful view of the desert, you were never truly left alone. You had beautiful but pretty humiliating dresses to wear and you were given baths every day which felt like a profanity for a Fremen.
You were well fed but most of the time you were bored. You knew that Na-Baron was awaiting your answer. You just hadnât been told how much time exactly you had to make a choice.
Choosing death was simple and easy. Choosing to be his slave-concubine meant betraying your people and betraying who you were, even though you had always felt like you did not fit in with the Fremen and you always wanted to leave Arrakis. It had been a distant dream, too foolish and impossible to even be mentioned to anyone. But now, it could be true. As Feyd-Rauthaâs new pet that he seemed to already be pretty fond of, you would be able to visit other worlds.
Your prophecy had claimed, after all, that the man from the stars would come for you. His prophecy had claimed that the daughter of the desert would give him a powerful heir. If it was true and you would become a mother of the future Emperor â well, that was quite tempting, indeed. No matter the price.
Staring at the desert behind your window, you were hugging yourself and biting on your lower lip while you were spending your evening overthinking â it had been your only occupation lately.
You had a feeling that this evening Feyd-Rautha would join you because you were left alone by your maids which was unusual. And indeed, a few moments later the doors opened again and he walked inside. His steps were heavy and confident as usual. It would be your first conversation ever since the one after your arrival.
âMy Princess,â he greeted you in that harsh voice of his as he stood behind you and put his hands on your arms in quite a gentle but still very possessive manner.
âI have not made my decision yet,â you only said.
âDecision?â Feyd-Rautha was surprised and then he laughed. âYou do not get to choose. Do you think I would let you choose death when I know that your womb might give me an heir that has been promised to me in a prophecy?â He lowered his voice and his words sent a chill down your body. His lips were brushing your neck and earlobe and you tried to get away from his grip but he tightened it and you couldnât do anything about it.
âI should have killed myself,â you drawled out through gritted teeth.
âI suspected you might do so, therefore I ordered the maids to invade your privacy all day and night, my Princess,â he smirked. You could feel his lips curling on your skin.
âIâm going to kill every child you put inside of me,â you threatened.
âYou can try,â he kept smirking but his grasp tightened even further.
âI will not be your slave,â you protested and kept shaking your head even though you knew it was pointless.
âConcubine,â Feyd-Rautha tried to convince you as if he really cared for the transaction to go pretty smoothly. And, apparently, he was in a mood to bargain.Â
âWife,â you spat out and a long silence occurred. His grip loosened and he took a step back, eyeing you up and down as he let out a deep laugh. You turned your head around to look at him. âI wonât push out bastards,â you stated.
âI have no desire for a wife,â Na-Baron dismissed you.
âAnd I have no desire for a husband but that is the only way I see it working,â you explained. âOf course you donât need my permission to do anything with me. You might use me, imprison me to make sure I wonât get rid of your spawn and then you can kill me. But I am not as weak as you think of me, I am a daughter of the desert. I will change your life into hell and I will make you regret every hour, every day until I eventually die but believe me, I will make this time pass by very slowly,â you threatened.
âAnd why would I want to marry such a woman?â
âBecause I have not described a wife. I have described a slave,â you explained. âDo you wish to know what kind of wife I would be?â You raised your eyebrow and took a step further towards him. He seemed to be intrigued as he tilted his head and you smirked to yourself. It seemed to be working â your plan to tempt him and convince him.
You had to secure your future and your position and since he was your oppressor, you felt no guilt about using manipulation to get there.
âYou might think of me as lower than you but I am a Princess just like you are a Na-Baron and only our customs differ. Imagine taking me back to your world, your exotic war prize from Arrakis. You can dress me up in those pretty dresses and show me off, swollen with your special heir. I am a savage to the outsiders but couldnât you turn the tables and make it an advantage? Your wild, savage wife that nobody knows anything about and who everyone fears?â You whispered, seductively.
âI know what you're doing,â Feyd-Rautha breathed out but even though he was aware of you trying to manipulate him, he was visibly giving in anyway. âYouâre going to kill me in my sleep,â he added, looking intensely into your eyes and you chuckled at that.
âPerhaps,â you shrugged your arms. âBut isnât the prophecy worth the risk?â You asked.
After all, you were sacrificing and risking a lot, too. And it would be only fair if the transaction costed you both the equal amount.
âYou are the jewel of Arrakis,â Feyd-Rautha chuckled and raised his hand to undo your braids and watch your hair let loose.
âAnd you are its poison,â you remarked as he smirked, eyeing you up and down.
âTogether, we can rule over the worlds,â he whispered.
âOr destroy them,â you added.
Na-Baron shook his head but the smirk remained on his lips. He found it amusing that you had an answer for everything and how gloomy they all were. However, so far, it was entertaining for him. He brushed your collarbone with his fingertips.
âI surely have more experience in destroying them than I have in ruling over them,â he confessed but the hunger in his eyes was a clear message to you that he did not mean only Arrakis but also women overall.
âSome are too wild to be ruled over and too wild to be destroyed,â you informed him and he found your eyes again after staring at your chest and neck. For the first time, you saw that he was genuinely intrigued. Perhaps he finally saw you as a challenge. A riddle. A savage to tame.
Whatever would keep you alive and in a position of power.
Because no matter how much you were trying to convince yourself that you were ready to die, this life stubbornly seemed to keep you alive and there must have been a purpose in it.
Therefore, you were ready to receive everything this new life had to offer for you now. As if you had died in that temple and now you were given a second chance.
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Ain't In California Anymore - T.Owens
Synopsis: After deciding to uproot your life for a change of scenery from San Diego California you decide to take a trauma nurse position in Tornado Alley. You don't expect to survive your first tornado let alone meet the resident cowboy tornado wrangler.
Pairing: Tyler Owens x Nurse!Reader
Warnings: 18+, mentions of extreme weather, lots of flirting - tyler owens is a warning in himself i mean c'mon.
The Request: Hiii :) I was wondering if I could request a Tyler Owenâs story. Where the reader is from California and had to relocate to Oklahoma because of her job in healthcare. But at an event or before going to work, thereâs a tornado warning and sheâs not sure what to do so Tyler protects her and makes sure sheâs safe. But then the next day he visits her at work and asks her out?:)
authors note: to the sweet anon who requested this fic, please please I hope I have put words to your vision. & THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for this request as this is my first one! In the years I've been writing I did not ever expect this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and please enjoy this fic!! <33
The rain poured as you stood in the middle of San Diego Airport. The waves crashing on top of one another. Your life packed at your side as the announcements continued.
âFlight 214 to Oklahoma has been delayed two additional hours, an F.4 tornado has just landed in tornado alley. More updates to comeâ.
You sigh and sit back down against the window as the rain continues beating on the glass. Pulling the headphones from your bag and pulling the laptop out, you make yourself comfortable. After an additional six hours the plane was in the sky.
3AM before you would land in what the flight attended referred to as Tornado Alley.
The city was lit with skylights, covered in destruction. The F.4 tornado that landed hours earlier wiped half of the cities apart. You could see cars miles and miles away from where they probably were hours before. The flight attendant smiles as the plane lands, waving as you exited the plane.
âWelcome to Oklahomaâ she grins as you follow the crowd out of the terminal. Looking around the airport it looked like nothing happened, everyone continued on their day as the world was in shambles.
Making your way outside you couldnât believe the amount of debris in the roads. The odds of getting a cab were slim. âNew to the area?â a voice says beside you, looking over you smile at the man with a kind smile.
You nod with a sigh, âI am, first few minutes as a matter of factâ he chuckles making his way to you, hand held out. âWell, Welcome to Oklahoma, Iâm Javiâ you grin, reaching out to shake his hand, â(y/n)â.
He looks you over before speaking again, âmy best tip is to just keep watching, Iâm sure youâve been waiting a while, or⊠I could give you a ride?â he proposes as you smile slightly. âTruly? I donât want to wait any longer, I start my job inâ looking down at your watch you sigh. âTwo hoursâ you chuckle as he nods with a kind smile.Â
âWhat brings you to Oklahoma?â he asks, your mind is elsewhere as you see all the destruction that lined the streets. âHm?" You ask as he asks again, âoh, I needed a changeâ you say with a smile. He nods continuing down the road in silence. âWhere are you from originally?â he asks again, letting curiosity get the best of him.
âSan Diegoâ he nods with a smile, âwow this is gonna be a change for youâ he notes as you chuckle, âtotallyâ. He pulls into the hotel you were staying in, still standing. âWell good news is the hotel is still hereâ you chuckle, climbing out of the truck.
âThank you so much for this, this definitely would not have happened if I was in San Diego. Though, you could've kidnapped me or something soâ he chucklespulling your luggage from the truck bed.
âIt's our southern charmâ he grins, handing the bags to you, pulling a card from his back pocket. âHere, if you need anythingâ you look down at the card.
âStorm Par?â you ask looking back at him as he grins. âWe chase tornados, at least to put it in non scientific termsâ he smiles as you nod, shoving the card into your wallet. âIs that a normal thing here in Oklahoma?â he grins with a shrug. âThereâs a lot of us out here if that's what you meanâ he makes his way to his side of the truck.
âGood luck on your first day!â he smiles. You make your way inside waving as he drives off. Maybe Oklahoma wasnât going to be so bad.
Mercy Hospital Oklahoma City. The letters buzzed as the energy drink dripped condensation on your palms. Walking through the emergency room doors you look around. âYou look lostâ a voice says with a grin, looking over you smile at the brunette.
âIâm (y/n)â you smile as she gasps, âoh my gosh! The trauma nurse from california!â she grins, holding a hand out to you, âIâm Natasha!â she smiles as you shake her extended hand. âNice to meet youâ she smiles, pulling you along beside her.
âWelcome to the crew, did you get in okay?â you chuckle with a shrug. âDepends on your definition of okayâ she gasps as she helps you onto the elevator.
âIâve only been hereâ looking down at your watch âfor 3 hours, I got maybe an hour of sleepâ she gasps. âIâm so sorry! We couldâve pushed back your start timeâ you shake your head.
âI am used to this being a nurse and all but now I have to adjust to tornadosâ she waves her hand with a chuckle. âYou will get used to thatâ she grins, knocking on the door. âJust want you to meet our head nursesâ the voice on the other end encourages you in. âMaria, this is (y/n), from Californiaâ she pulls her glasses off her nose and stands.
âAh yes, our new trauma nurseâ she walks around the desk, holding her hand out to you. âNice to meet you Maâamâ you grin, shaking her hand.
An Oklahoma ER was so much different than a San Diego one. âHowâs it going Cali?!â Natasha grins from her place at the nurses station. Pulling the latex gloves off your hands and tossing them into the trash beside you, you chuckle.
âThis is so much different than Californiaâ you note, sitting down at the available computer to begin typing in medications. âIâm sure you see so much more there huh?â she asks as you nod. âI worked at a Navy hospital too so I saw so muchâ she nods as you continue on with typing.
âAh yeah thats gonna do it, the most you will see here is a farming accident and even then the accident will be weeks old and a farmers wife shoved him into the EDâ you chuckle, turning to her.
âIs that so? How about after tornadoes?â you ask as she moves to sit in the chair beside you. âYes and no. We get a lot of people in sure as the amboâs bring em but a lot of field nurses tooâ you nod, handing the next chart to the provider passing by you.
Within hours, beds were clearing until they werenât and sirens began to wail. âAll hands on deck people we have a multi-casualty car accident, multiple patients en route!â Maria yells down the hall as everyone follows after her, multiple ambulances lined the med bay.
This was definitely not California anymore.
The lights from the diner sign buzzed as you shut the engine off the rental car. The dashboard flashing 3am. What was supposed to be an easy first day turned into a busy one. You climb out and make your way inside.
The smell of coffee brought a smile to your lips as you picked a secluded booth and sat down. After ordering with the waitress, you sat back with the daily newspaper,sipping on your coffee.
âWell, I didnât expect to find you hereâ you look up at the voice, Javi stands with his hands on his hips. âWell I didnât expect to see you eitherâ you set the mug of coffee down. âHow ya doin?â he asks with hands on his hips, you chuckle.
âJust got my ass kicked on my first day. What are you doing out here at 3am?â you ask as he nods, motioning to sit across from you, nodding he sits down. âSome field workâ he notes as you hum. âSo, what exactly is it you do?â you ask as he chuckles, smiling at the waitress.
âI study tornadoes, I find ways we can eventually stop them before they cause so much destructionâ you nod slowly looking at him "So I chase it, i try to get as close to one as I can" he grins. âIâm sorry what?!â you ask as he laughs.
âI chase em to study emâ he notes as he sips his own coffee with a smirk. âWho in their right mind chases tornadoes?!â you exclaim, a truck driver at the bar looking over at you with a snarl. âCrazy folkâ Javi replies with a smile.
The waitress smiles and sets the plate of pancakes down in front of you. You nod with furrowed brows, âare you insane?â he laughs with a nod. âI am indeedâ you sigh with a shake of your head, eating a piece of the pancake. âSo thereâs multiple people who chase tornadoes?â The conversation kept falling back to the one thing that fascinated you the most, tornadoes.
âYep, thereâs me and my company and thereâs so many more, you will probably come across some in your time hereâ he reaches over and points to the newspaper on the table.
âThatâs tyler owens, heâs out of kansas but heâs been hanging around here a lot lately. He calls himself the tornado wranglerâ.
+
2 weeks.
It was two weeks before you heard the first siren. The local farmers market was always crowded on nice days. You continued browsing through the local fruits and vegetables when the first siren goes off.
Looking up from the fruit you had in hand, you noticed the booth owner on edge. With wide eyes they looked around frantically, you did as well, looking around as the world began to move in slow motion.
The wind chimes on another booth begin to sway. The world stopped and you stood in the middle of the chaos. Around you everyone begins to pick things up quickly and rush into the surrounding buildings.
You stood there as the wind began to scream. You could hear yelling around you but it was nothing compared to the sound of the wind. The sky was almost something out of a movie, looking up the clouds were dark. Something was coming, something bad. âHey!â you can hear the yelling of one of the vendors.
In slow motion, you look up to the clouds as they opened and the rain began to pour. Blinking, you are stuck there in the middle of the street.
You had no idea how long you were there till you felt hands on your shoulders. âHey! Hey!â they are shaking you, blinking when you look over. You knew his face.
Tyler Owens.
âHey, listen to me, we can't stay hereâ heâs got a hand on your elbow encouraging you towards one of the buildings. The siren is louder and closer. Tyler's eyes shift to behind you and your curious eyes follow.
The tornado and it was moving quickly. His eyes are frantic as he quickly pulls your body into an alley.
Tripping over your feet, your cardigan was heavy on your skin as he looked at you. âI need you to trust me right now okay?â his shirt was heavy to his skin, water dripping down his nose.Â
The concrete wall was rough against your skin.
You donât remember when you even made it up against the concrete wall or how the wall of a man was in front of you or how your knuckles were sore from the grip you had on his once plaid shirt.
Your eyes open, looking around frantically as you feel your pulse quicken. Panting you are pushing the hairs off your forehead.
You just survived your first tornado.
The city was quiet. You fall to your knees, continuing to try and catch your breath. âHey, Heyâ you hear his voice again as you begin to sob. How could you be crying right now?
âItâs okay heyâ his hand is on your back, rubbing soothing circles on your spine.
âYouâre okayâ he encourages you to sit back against the wall. You can hear the screams of others, finding their lives uprooted. He sits down in front of you, legs crossed and hands on your own knees as your breathing slowly evens out. âThere ya goâ his thumb is running over your knee gently in comforting circles, looking over your face.
âIs this your first tornado? âHe chuckles as you nod frantically. âOh shitâ the smirk is off his face quickly as he stands, helping you up.
You watch as all of the first responder vehicles are filing in. You noticed the white ram and other Storm Par trucks that follow.
âTyler!â looking over at the voice, a man is standing at the end of the alley. âOh thank god!â he yells, grabbing the walkie off his hip and rushing to the two of you.
âBoone!â Tyler meets him halfway, hugging him tightly. Tyler turns back to where you stood, you were gone.
Tyler looks around the alley frantically. He then looks down and finds your badge.Â
Rushing out of the alley, you frantically look for the Storm Par truck. âJavi!â you yell, rushing to him over all the debris. â(y/n)?!â he meets you halfway, holding a hand out to help you over a pile of what was a vendor booth.
He can see the tears on your face as you pant, gripping his hand tightly. âHow can I help?! Do you have first aid in that truck?â He admired your willingness to help but he could also see you were soaking wet and riddled with fear.
âWhat are you doing out here?â he asks as you shake your head, âthere's no time for that, people need help!â you point behind you.
Pulling your soaked cardigan off you quickly push past him to the truck, rummaging through it. âHey,heyâ he is quick to grab your elbow.
You had an open cut on your forehead and a couple scrapes but it was nothing you couldnât handle.
âLet me help Javiâ you whisper, fear in your eyes as he nods slowly. âOkay, okayâ he holds his hands up in defense as you begin to move through the debris to find people that need help.
+
The hospital was overflowing with people. You continue to push through your bag as you smile at the security guard at the door, âmornin steveâ he chuckles. âItâs 3pm young ladyâ you grin, looking over at him with a shrug, âmorning for meâ. He nods as he sits back in the chair, watching over the ER.
âCali!â Natasha stands from her chair with a grin. âOh my god!â she is quick to come around the counter to stop in front of you.
âWhat happened to you?â with her hands on your chin she is turning your head in multiple directions. âI uh-â you bit your lip, how do you explain this?.
âI got caught in a tornado?â she gasps, grabbing your elbow and pulling you into a room. âYou did what?!â She is quick to grab gloves and pull them on. âI froze Natâ you whisper, looking up at her âit came so fast and I mustâve hit my headâ you shrug.
She sighs, pulling the band-aid you had on your forehead off. âYou donât need stitchesâ she tsks, cleaning it gently with an alcohol pad as you wince. âTyler Owens was thereâ you mumble as she stops, looking at you âthat heart-throb out of kansas?â.
You canât help the chuckle you let out, nodding. âHe helped me, it was really nice of himâ she nods. Putting the bandage on your forehead, she pulls the gloves off and tosses them into the trash.
âUnrelated to thisâ you mention as she crosses her arms with a raise of her brow. âI lost my badge I thinkâ she shakes her head, âwe can get you another no problem thereâ. She smiles, ânow let's get you clocked in, weâve got a busy day!â.Â
The overhead speaker picked up with a squeak. âPaging (y/n) (y/l/n) to the front desk, paging (y/n)(y/l/n)â you furrow your brows, setting the pen down and looking over at Natasha and James. âWhat is that about?â you ask, standing from your chair as the two of them shrug.
Steve walks in with a grin, â(y/n)â. Looking over at him, your eyes can't help but to fall to the man beside him.
Pulling the white stetson from his head, Tyler Owens smiles shyly with flowers in his hand and your badge in the other.
âOoooooooâ you snap your head over to Natasha and James with wide eyes. âSorry to drop in on you like this Maâamâ you choke, looking over at Tyler. His smile grows as you come around the counter. The green scrubs were cute but you were the most beautiful thing he had seen since he saw his first tornado.
âI think I have something that belongs to youâ he holds the badge out on the dainty badge reel. You sigh with a smile, looking up at him going to take it from him but he pulls it back.
You scoff, looking up at him, âthat belongs to meâ. He smirks, shaking his head ânope, you have to ask nicelyâ he smirks as you groan, pulling him into an exam room and shutting the door.
As you do Natasha and James both sending you thumbs up from the nurses station.
"What gives you the right?â crossing your arms over your chest, he grins. âYou have to ask nicely, that's what we do round here city galâ he smirks as your eyes widen. âCity girl?â he nods, leaning back against the bed, crossing his leg over the other.
âYou donât know anything about me Owensâ he raises a brow, âis that so?â he twirls the badge around his pointer finger. âI know youâre from California, San Diego to be exactâ he raises his brow as you sigh. âJaviâ you mumble under your breath as he nods. âCorrectâ he smirks looking at you through his lashes.
âCan I please have my badge back? I have to get back to workâ he nods, hands held up in defense, pushing off the bed and walking back to stand in front of you. Looking up at him, you canât help but to be intoxicated by the smell of his cologne.
He looks down at you, putting the stetson back on his head with a smirk. âAgree to a date, you can have the badgeâ you scoff. âExcuse me?â he nods, holding the badge between your bodies.
âA date for the badgeâ you sigh, nodding. âFine, oneâ he grins, dropping the badge in your palm. Opening the door, you follow him out, he yells over his shoulder âsee you soon California!âÂ
+
It became traditional for you to sit in the back booth of the diner down the road from the hospital. Every morning youâd sit with the local newspaper. Learning your new home.
Itâs how Tyler Owens found you.
Heâd been to the hospital every single day to officially ask you out on your date. Except he either missed you or your shift hadnât started yet. The bell above the door rings as multiple people shuffle through the door.
Looking up from your cup of coffee you see the white stetson. Sinking down in the booth, you attempt to hide yourself with the newspaper.
âIâm telling you lil, you can get it in the air with just a few minor adjustmentsâ you tried not to listen, âthereâs nothing wrong with it booneâ lily, you assumed replied.
Looking back down at the local events in the paper, the seat across from you shifts and you can hear the air deflate from the plastic cushion.
âCalifornia, Iâve been lookin for youâ slamming the newspaper down on the table, Tyler canât help the shit-eating grin that grows on his face. âTylerâ you sigh, sitting up in the seat. âI owe you, no- you owe me a dateâ he grins.
âFirst, you know my name is not Californiaâ you address as he sits back in the seat, reaching over to grab your unoccupied cup of coffee.
He hums as you continue with a scoff. âSecond, you are the one who left me high and dryâ he chuckles with a shake of his head, âno maâamâ. You sigh, pulling your mug out of his hand sitting back with it between your palms. âSo, when?â you challenge with brows raised.
âTomorrow, do you work then?â he asks as you shake your head. âI actually have tomorrow offâ he grins, âperfect, meet me here at about 7?â he asks as you nod slowly. â7 it is, what should i wear?â he taps his chin gently then grins.
âCasual but whatever you are comfortable inâ he smiles, standing from the booth and tipping his hat towards you. The group of his friends hoot and holler as he makes his way back to them.
âThat boy seems really into youâ Jo, the waitress grins as she pours your cup of coffee. âIs that so?â you ask as she nods, âmy husband was the same way, billy absolutely did not give upâ she smiles sadly.
âAm I crazy?â you ask her as she shakes her head, ânowhere close sweetheartâ she pats the top of your head as she approaches their table. You watch as the group continues to talk among themselves, ordering with Jo and making her laugh.
You watched the clock all day long. Chewing your lip, you look at Jo, standing in the diner. âIs it too much?â you ask, nervously picking at the blouse you chose to wear. She chuckles, shaking her head with a soft smile. âYou look beautiful honeyâ she reaches over to take your hand, âtry and have fun okay? You never knowâ she squeezes your hand gently.
Nodding you smile at her, âthank you for everythingâ she grins. At almost 7 on the dot the red Dodge Ram pulled into the parking lot of the diner. You smile from the steps, standing in the outfit you chose.
He grins, climbing out of the truck. Tyler opted for a pale blue button up and a brown stetson opposed to the white. âNo white hat today?â you tilt your head as he approaches you, small bouquet of flowers in hand. You look down at them first with a small smile. âThought Iâd spice it up for yaâ he winks handing the bouquet over to you.
âFor you Californiaâ you smile, taking them from his outstretched hand. âTheyâre beautiful,â he smiles, holding his arm out towards you. âSo are youâ he walks you to the truck, opening the door to help you inside.
Looking around the truck, you admire everything from the center console to the straps for seat belts. Tyler shuts the door after you, making his way around and climbing into the driver seat.
Sitting back in the seat you canât help but let Joâs words play in your mind. She stands in the window with a smile, watching as the truck pulls out the parking lot.Â
The stars lit up the night sky of Oklahoma. Sitting on the top of tyler's truck, eyes glued to the sky. âWhat brought you to Oklahoma?â His voice is soft as he continues to eat the slice of pie he brought.
âA position opened for a trauma nurse and truthfully I was over the city lifeâ you sigh, turning to face him with a shy smile. âTrauma nurse huh?â he asks, offering you a piece of the pie on the fork. Taking the fork, you eat the piece and nod. âI was a Trauma nurse at a Navy hospital in San Diegoâ handing the fork back over to him, he looked at you with a small smile.
âI see,â he nods, going back to the pie. âWhy do you wrangle tornadoes?â you ask as he chuckles softly. âWhen I was about eight years old, I saw my first one,â he continued, picking at the pie crust, looking back up at you. âIt was beautiful. Sounds crazy Iâm sure but I wanted to know moreâ he admits, looking back out to the setting sun. âSo, you went and learned more?â you ask as he nods with a chuckle.
âI started college, never finished, found the thrill much more fun than a textbookâ he looks over at you with a smile. The setting sun made his green eyes almost greener.
âYou may have to take me someday,â you admit, leaning against him gently. âThis mean youâre sticking around Cali?â he grins, looking down at you.
You nod slowly, âyeah, yeah I think I might be around for a whileâ you look up at him with a smile.
+
Walking through the ED door, you smile, passing by Steve. He grins, âgood mornin young ladyâ he tips his hat as you wave. It had been two months since you landed in Oklahoma. Natasha smirks from the nurses station, arms across her chest with. âHello to you tooâ you reply walking past the nurses station towards the locker room.
After setting your things inside your locker, you make your way back to the nurses station. âSomething came for youâ James grumbles from his seat, sipping on what you could guess was his second red bull of the day.
âOh?â Natasha smirks as she holds the vase of wildflowers out to you. You smile, taking them from her to gently set down to read the card:
âTo Cali,
If you feel it, Chase it. We can chase it anytime. Glad you are staying for a while ;)
Tyler xoâ
You canât help but laugh. The two of your friends look over as you grin, laughing harder. âTheyâre from Tylerâ Natasha smirks with raised brow.
âI think youâve got yourself a boyfriendâ you chuckle, shoving the card back into the flowers.
Maybe Oklahoma wasnât going to be that bad.
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iâll save you a seat
steddie | rating: t | cw: none | wc: 3,5k | tags: eddie has a crush on steve, pining, eddie sits on steveâs lap as a joke, but steve turns the joke on him, twice
a/n: inspired by this post from @rogueddie (hi hello big fan of your headcanons)
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By the time Eddie comes back to the living room, carrying two bowls of popcorn, his friends have taken every available spot on the couch and on the floor.
Itâs a full house tonight at the Harrington residence with El, Will and Jonathan visiting from California plus the local pipsqueaks, Wheeler, Buckley, Eddie and the host himself.Â
Eddie spots Steve on the couch and he marches over to him, ignoring the grunts and grumbles from the kids as he steps over them where they sit on the assortment of pillows and blankets laid on the floor. On his way over, Eddie hands one of the bowls to Mini Byers and the other one to El, knowing that out of everyone on the floor, theyâre the most likely to actually share it. Meanwhile, Buckley and Jonathan are already holding their own bowl each, meant to be shared among the grown-ups piled on the couch.Â
Usually two bowls are enough, but given that thereâs more of them tonight, Steve had to bring out two more JiffyPop and he asked Eddie to bring them back while he got everyone settled in the living room.Â
Which means itâs Steveâs fault that thereâs no room left for Eddie to sit. Â
Okay. Maybe thereâs actually room for him to sit. Maybe Eddie could take the free spot on one of the blankets right next to Max. Maybe he could steal one of the many pillows that Henderson is hoarding and comfortably enjoy the movie.Â
The thing is he doesnât want to. He always sits next to Steve when thereâs fewer of them and heâd hope tonight would be the same, but that spot is currently occupied by Buckley, who isnât going to move no matter how nicely Eddie asks, and since Steveâs other side is squished against the arm of the couch to make enough room for four people to sit on the otherwise three-people couch, Eddie canât ask him to scoot over.
And before Eddie sucks it up and sits on the floor, heâs going to whine about it.Â
âI canât believe you didnât save me a seat, Stevie,â Eddie pouts, standing between his legs.
Steveâs big Bambi eyes blink up at him. âI tried, Eds, but Robs threatened me so I would give her your spot.âÂ
And oh- Eddie didnât actually expect Steve to try and save him a seat, he was just messing with him. The fact that he apparently did makes Eddieâs stomach flutter.Â
Next to Steve, Robin smiles smugly at him.
âYouâve fought monsters from another dimension and youâre afraid of Birdie?â Eddie asks, huffing indignantly. Buckley flips him off.Â
âShe threatened to bite me, man!âÂ
Eddie tsks. âYou survived several bites from hell bats, you couldâve let her bite you.âÂ
âYou let her bite you then!â Steve counters, lightly kicking Eddieâs leg.ïżœïżœ
âI donât want to bite either of you,â Robin says, her nose scrunched up. âI want to watch the movie. Dustin, hit play,â she says, throwing a kernel at Hendersonâs head, who grumbles and crawls over to the VHS. âEddie, sit down,â she says, throwing one at him too.Â
Eddie gets an idea and he grins maliciously.
âAs you wish, my lady,â he says with a flourish of his hand. Â
Then Eddie turns around and flops down on Steveâs lap.
Steve lets out a yelp. âJesus, what are you doing?âÂ
âBuckley said to sit down,â Eddie shrugs, glancing at Steve over his shoulder. âAnd since thereâs no room, thanks to you, Iâm taking the last available seat.â
Steve raises an eyebrow. âMy lap?â Eddie nods smugly. âEddie, thereâs plenty of room on the floor.âÂ
âBut this is more comfortable, Stevie.â
âFor you, maybe,â Steve snorts, pinching Eddieâs side. âYour tailbone is digging into my leg, Munson.â
âWell, Harrington, this wouldnât have happened if youâd save me a seat!âÂ
âShhhh!âÂ
Eddie flips Buckley off for shushing them. She glares at him for bickering when the movie already started playing. Â
Okay. Maybe Steve was right to be afraid of her- she has a very mean glare.
âFine,â Eddie concedes before Buckley actually bites him. He sighs dramatically, âI guess Iâll sit on the floor like a dog-â
Steve rolls his eyes. âLiterally everyone else is sitting there and no one is complaining-â
Eddie ignores him. âAnd here I thought you liked me, Stevie, cared about me. I thought we were friends-â he says, clutching his chest.
âJesus Christ,â Steve mutters in exasperation.
But when Eddie tries to stand up, Steveâs hands grab his hips, pulling him back into his lap. He flails and almost topples over onto Robin and Steveâs grip on his hips tightens.Â
âDude, stop moving.âÂ
âIâm trying to get up!â Eddie says, throwing his arms up.
Steve sighs. âJust-â He trails off, instead manhandling Eddie until heâs properly sitting on his lap and not sliding off of it, and wrapping his arms around his waist, trapping Eddie against his chest.Â
Eddie lets out an entirely involuntary, undignified squawk. Blood starts rushing to his cheeks alarmingly fast. âUm, Steve, what are you doing?âÂ
âGetting comfortable,â Steve says, his cheek squished against Eddieâs shoulder.Â
A nearly hysterical laugh tumbles over Eddieâs lips. âDude, I was fucking around, I can sit on the floor-â
âAnd spend the rest of the movie whining and pouting? No, thanks. Just donât move too much, okay? Your ass is boney.â
Unable to help himself, Eddie gives a tee-hee giggle. âSo many dirty jokes I could make.â
Steve squeezes his side. âDonât-â
âShhhhh!âÂ
This time, itâs not just Buckley shutting them up, everyone else joins in.
âJust watch the movie, Eddie,â Steve whispers into his ear so he doesnât disturb the others.
Eddie has to bite his bottom lip to keep quiet when he feels Steveâs warm breath tickling his neck. âOkay,â he says, his voice coming out a little squeaky.
But Steve doesnât comment on it, simply tightens his arms around Eddieâs waist and leans back against the couch, bringing Eddie with him so theyâre basically spooning.Â
Eddie nervously glances around the living room, but no one is paying attention to them. Well, no one except Robin, whoâs staring at them, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Eddie ignores her and the knowing smile that stretches over her lips, trying to focus on the movie.
But try as he might, he canât pay attention to it- not when he can feel Steveâs breath against his neck, his arms around his waist, his chin hooked on his shoulder and his solid body underneath him.Â
Being so close to Steve- on top of him, makes Eddie jittery and restless. But he canât move, Steve told him not to, so he tries to sit still.Â
He lasts, approximately, five minutes.
Soon, he starts wringing his fingers together on his lap, playing with his rings.Â
Steve notices, and with a huff that sends shivers down Eddieâs spine when his breath tickles his neck, he grabs Eddieâs hands and traps them against his stomach.Â
Eddieâs eyes fall to their hands, and his breath catches in his throat at the way their fingers rest intertwined against his stomach. He canât look away- not when Steveâs fingers start drawing patterns over his skin, tracing the veins in his wrists, playing with his rings, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.Â
Eddie has to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from squealing. It only gets harder to keep quiet when something funny happens on screen- not that Eddie knows what is going on at all- and Steve laughs right in Eddieâs ear, squeezing his middle.
This time Eddie does let out a squeak which he hopes passes off as a laugh.Â
It doesnât.
âYou okay?â Steve asks, and Eddie doesnât know how he expects him to give a coherent answer when he can feel Steveâs nose poking his cheek.
Their faces are so close that if Eddie turned his head to the side his lips would brush against Steveâs, he would only need to lean in an inch or two and heâd be kissing him-
âEds?âÂ
âMhm, Iâm great, Stevie boy!â Eddie says with a slightly strangled voice, but itâs enough for Steve, who turns his attention back to the movie.Â
Eddie still has no idea of whatâs going on, but he tries his damnedest to focus on that instead of focusing on all the ways Steve is touching him right now.Â
He didnât plan for this- he just wanted to mess with Steve a little and now heâs the one being messed with.Â
Not that Steve knows what heâs doing. He would never fuck with Eddie like this if he knew about his big crush on him. Heâs just oblivious- and incredibly touchy when it comes to Eddie.Â
Which makes the remaining forty minutes spent in Steveâs arms both Eddieâs personal heaven and his personal hell.
Thatâs why when the credits starts to roll, Eddie lets out a relieved sigh. He expects Steve to push him off right away, but he doesnât, not even when little by little everyone starts to clear out. Buckley jumps to her feet and clumsily sprints towards the bathroom, the kids all rush to the kitchen to raid Steveâs pantry while ignoring his protests and Nancy and Jonathan start gathering the pillows and the blankets scattered on the floor.Â
Meanwhile, Steve squeezes Eddieâs side again and asks right into his ear-Â
âYouâre spending the night, right, Eds?âÂ
He knows Steve means to sleep. They talked about it when they realized that with Nancy and Jonathan both coming to movie night, Eddie wouldnât need to drop the kids off afterwards so he could sleep over. Itâs nothing new- theyâve been doing it for months. Itâs just the way heâs asking right now, quietly and right into Eddieâs ear, his arms wrapped around Eddieâs middle- all of it makes Eddieâs stomach flutter wildly.Â
âY-yeah, sure thing, Stevie.â
âOkay, good,â Steve says, giving Eddieâs waist one last squeeze before finally pushing him off him and onto the couch gently so he can deal with whatever mess the kids can be heard making in the kitchen.Â
Eddie slumps against the couch, sighing wistfully. Despite everything, he already misses the way Steve felt under him, how his arms felt around him, how his fingers felt playing with his own.Â
âYou good, man?â Jonathan asks, pausing as he folds one of the blankets to raise an eyebrow at him.
Eddie gives him two thumbs up that Jonathan accepts with a nod before he goes back to the task at hand, chatting with Nancy about the movie. Eddie is lucky that they donât ask for his opinion on it- he doesnât know if heâd be able to lie convincingly.Â
Soon enough everyone is saying goodbye to Eddie and Steve before some of them climb into Nancyâs car and the rest do the same in Jonathanâs. They donât question that Eddie is staying- the only one who acknowledges it is Robin, who gives Eddie that same knowing smile from before. And just like he did before, Eddie ignores it.Â
Once itâs just the two of them, Steve starts guiding them to his bedroom.Â
Eddie stopped sleeping in a guest room a long time ago after one night when a particularly awful nightmare had him knocking on Steveâs door and crawling into his bed.Â
The next day, they both admitted it was the best sleep theyâd had in weeks.Â
The next time Eddie spent the night, Steve had led them both to his bedroom right away- just like every night after that.
âWhat did you think of the movie?â Steve asks, digging through his closet for sleeping clothes.Â
âUm,â Eddie starts, trying to remember at least one thing about the movie he can comment on but coming up blank. âI, uh, didnât pay much attention to it.â
Oblivious to the reason why Eddie didnât pay attention, Steve hums. âNot your thing, huh? Next movie night you can be the one to pick.â He turns around and tosses some clothes at Eddie, who fumbles to catch them- and fails. Steve sniggers at him before he starts looking for clothes for himself.Â
Eddie picks his up- a pair of Steveâs old basketball shorts and one of Eddieâs own band t-shirts that he mustâve left here at some point. Or Steve mightâve grabbed from his trailer. Beds arenât the only thing they share these days.Â
âWill you save me a seat next movie night?â
Steve glances at Eddie over his shoulder, his lips tugging up into a smirk. âMaybe Iâll just have you sit on my lap again,â he says with a wink. Good lord.
Eddie makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat at the thought of another movie night spent on Steveâs lap. Then, before Steve can ask if heâs okay, he gestures to the bathroom and locks himself there to change.
When he comes back out, Steve is starfished on his bed, wearing his own pair of basketball shorts and an old swim meet shirt.
Eddie takes a moment to stare at him- the way the shorts ride up on his legs, the way his arms bulge even when he isnât flexing them, the way his hair fans across his pillow.
Then he impulsively sprints towards the bed and launches himself on top of Steve.Â
He lets out a pained noise when Eddie lands on him, knocking the wind out of him, but his hands come up to grab Eddieâs arms, holding him in place and not letting him slide off him and onto the bed like he intended to.
âSeriously, dude?â Steve asks, slightly out of breath.Â
Eddie laughs into his shoulder. âSorry, Stevie, I couldnât help myself.âÂ
Steve huffs. âIâm starting to think you like being on top of me.â
Eddie shrugs. âActually, I usually picture you on top.â
Steve snorts out a startled sort of chuckle, eyebrows raised in amusement, and Eddieâs cheeks blaze red as he belatedly realizes what he just blurted out.Â
He doesnât know what to do next. If he should play it off as a joke or climb off of Steve and run out of the house-Â
He thinks Steve is making the decision for him when he adjusts the grip he has on his arms. He thinks heâs about to shove Eddie off, tell him that itâs never gonna happen, Eds.Â
Eddie starts to push himself up, feeling embarrassed already-
But then Steve digs his fingers into his arms, and in one swift movement, he flips them over so itâs Eddie laying flat on his back on the bed with Steve hovering over him, smirking playfully. âLike this?âÂ
Eddie blinks at him, waiting for his brain to restart after completely shutting down from how effortlessly Steve flipped them over.Â
âI- huh? Steve- what-âÂ
âYou said you like to picture me on top,â Steve says, shrugging casually. Their hips are pressed together and their faces are only inches apart- Eddie doesnât understand how Steve can act casual about anything right now. âPersonally, I donât have a preference. I also liked being under you.âÂ
Eddie splutters. âS- Steve?â
âYeah?â Steve asks innocently, tilting his head like a confused puppy. His hips shift and Eddie realizes just how thin the material of their shorts is. Jesus H. Christ.
âWhat the fuck?â Eddie mutters.Â
âWhat the fuck what?âÂ
Steve canât be this oblivious, for fuckâs sake.Â
Eddie covers his face with his hands, taking a deep breath. âJesus fuck, okay. Steve, when I said- I didnât mean it as a joke, okay? I didnât mean to say it at all, but I- our crotches are basically pressed together right now and I canât not say it. I have a fucking- honestly a fucking embarrassing crush on you so when I said I think about you on top of me, I meant it, and I meant it in like, a sexual way and a- a romantic way and I know youâre joking right now, but this- well, this is about to get reeeally awkward really fast if you donât get off of me.âÂ
Eddie peeks through his fingers and finds Steve biting his lower lip like heâs thinking something over.Â
âDo you want me to move?âÂ
âFuck, no,â Eddie admits with a sigh. âBut Steve-â
âEddie, hey,â Steve cuts in, grabbing Eddieâs wrist and trying to move his hand away from his face. âLook at me.âÂ
With another sigh, Eddie complies, lowering his hands and looking at Steve.
âThere you are,â Steve says, his eyes softening when they meet Eddieâs.Â
âSteve-â
âIâm not joking,â Steve tells him. âI like you too, Eddie. Romantically, sexually, all of it.â
Eddieâs breath catches in his throat. He blinks at Steve. âBut- but youâre- youâre straight.â
âIâm not actually,â Steve snorts. When Eddie just stares at him, mouth agape, he sighs. âEds, I let you sit on my lap for two hours, I basically spooned you.â He looks down between them and looks back at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. âIâm literally straddling you right now-âÂ
âIâm aware,â Eddie mutters, his voice coming out slightly strangled.Â
Steve ignores him. âAnd I really really like you, so- definitely not straight.âÂ
Eddie lays there in silence for a few seconds as he tries to wrap his head around the fact that not only is Steve Harrington into guys, heâs into Eddie.Â
âHoly shit,â he says finally and then, âwhy- why didnât you say anything? You had to know I like you back.â
Steve gives a half shrug. âI thought Iâd ease you into it first-â
âEase me into it?â Eddieâs voice is about an octave too high. âYou call this easing me into it? I think my brain melted out of my ears when you flipped us over like that!â
Steve raises an eyebrow at him. âWell, you sat on top of me first! I was just taking a page out of your own book-â
âWhat book? Thereâs no book! I was just joking, you were the one who trapped me there!â
âWell, when the guy youâve had a crush on for months sits on your lap you donât let him go,â Steve admits, shyly ducking his head.Â
Eddie gulps. âMonths?â
âYeah, Eddie, months,â Steve admits, his fingers absently playing with Eddieâs hair where it fans across the bed.
âHoly shit.â
âYouâre just gonna keep saying that?â Steve asks with a sheepish grin.Â
âWhat do you want me to say?â Heâll say anything Steve wants him to just to keep them both like this.Â
Steveâs eyes dart down to Eddieâs mouth. âNothing, actually,â he says, licking his lips. âI want you to kiss me.â
Holy shit, Eddie thinks to himself, and then without another thought, he surges up, looping his arms around Steveâs shoulders as he all but mashes their lips together.
Steve hums into Eddieâs mouth and melts into him, kissing Eddie back. He lowers his arms, holding himself up with one elbow, using his other hand to cup Eddieâs head, fingers tangling in his hair. His lips move against Eddieâs so tenderly and slowly that it makes his stomach fill with butterflies.
Then Steve tongues gently at Eddieâs bottom lip and the butterflies explode.Â
Eddie immediately parts his mouth, giving Steve permission, and his eyes nearly roll back when Steve slips his tongue inside, deepening the kiss. Eddie cards his fingers through Steveâs hair, giving it a soft pull, causing Steve to make this punched-out groaning sound. Chasing that sound with his tongue, Eddie carefully explores every inch of Steveâs mouth.
Eventually, Steve starts to slow down the kiss, but Eddie doesnât want that. He doesnât want to breathe, he just wants to kiss him, but he canât do anything when Steve leans back and out of reach, the lower part of his body trapping him against the bed.
Unless-
Eddie grabs Steveâs arms and tries to flip them the way Steve did earlier but, while he made it look easy and effortless, Eddie canât find enough leverage to budge Steve and he flops back down.
âMotherfucker,â Eddie huffs. âHow did you make it seem so easy?â
âIt is easy,â Steve says with a grin. âYouâre just not strong enough, baby.â
Eddie squeals at the pet name- and then squeals again when Steve successfully flips them over again so that Eddie is straddling him.
He grins up at Eddie, that lopsided boyish grin that drives Eddie crazy and that itâs only worse now that Steveâs lips are red and slick with spit. âHowâs that?âÂ
âHot. Christ, thatâs fucking hot,â Eddie says with a breathless chuckle.Â
âSo, thatâs a yes to being on top?â Steve asks with a raised eyebrow, his hands grabbing Eddieâs hips like they did back on the couch. Only this time Eddie isnât planning on getting off of him any time soon. Preferably never.Â
âSweetheart, thatâs a yes to absolutely anything ever.â
Steve bites his lip, then he asks softly, âWhat if I ask you to be my boyfriend?â
Eddieâs brain screeches to a halt. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head. âYou-you want to be my boyfriend?â
âPretty fucking badly actually,â Steve shyly admits.Â
Eddie whimpers softly. âHoly shit,â he mutters. Then he swoops down and gives Steve a kiss that he hopes translates to fucking shit yes!Â
By the way Steve laughs delightedly against Eddieâs lips, he thinks he gets the message across.Â
#steddie#steddie fic#stranger things#stranger things fic#will i ever get tired of writing gay disaster eddie? not a chance#steve harrington#eddie munson#monse writes
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Alphas Mitsuri and Obanai x Omega Reader
When Mitsuri heard that an omega survived and passed final selection she went straight to Obanai and couldnât stop talking about it
She really wanted to meet you and asked Obanai if he had heard anything
Even though he didnât really believe that an omega could survive final selection, he didnât want to ruin Mitsuriâs happiness so he didnât voice his thoughts
Any Omegas that were born into his family were fed to the demon almost immediately, so he didnât have any negative views towards omegas like he did with women
When you showed up at the Kamado siblingsâs trial, Mitsuri thought it was so sweet how you fiercely defended Nezukoâs box and thought it was so admirable seeing the protective love of an omega
Obanai thought you were clearly lost to your instincts and not in your right mind. The moment you let your guard down, he planned to steal the box away from you so he could protect you
When Sanemi tried to attack you to get to the box, Obanai was actually glad that Giyuu stepped in to protect you
When Ubuyashiki arrived, and everyone was questioning whether or not Nezuko would attack someone, Mitsuri was horrified when you slit your wrist and flaunted it in Nezukoâs face just to prove your point
Obanai was shocked seeing you, a bleeding Omega, who was purposefully releasing their scent, not being attacked by the demon sister
Obanai instinctively wanted to run to you and take care of your wounds
When Ubuyashiki told them to accept Nezuko, Mitsuri had to hold in her laugh when you stuck your tongue out at them. She thought you were cute and Obanai thought you were being childish(cute)
When Ubuyashiki asked the Hashira to train you, Mitsuri was so happy when you decided to go to her second. She was so excited to get to spend time with an Omega, she could barely contain herself
When you arrived at her place, she ran out to greet you and swallowed you up in a hug and hurried you inside. Obanai was there and they decided that they would train you together
Mitsuri thought you smelled good and so did Obanai
Mitsuri loves cooking with you. She loves spoiling you with food and affection and you love seeing her enjoy the food you make
Obanai doesnât eat much but when he does, he makes sure to eat what you both make him
Obanai was internally panicking when you and Mitsuri trained, he watched you both and saw your flexibility which made him think shameful thoughts
Mitsuri was amazed at your natural strength, being it that you were abnormally strong for an omega, she understood how it could affect you seeing as she herself is extremely strong and it made finding love difficult for her
Mitsuri loves to hear you sing and play your guitar (câmon youâre a music breather, of course you have a guitar) sheâll dance and sing to your songs while Obanai just watches and listens
Mitsuri loves hearing stories of you growing up and when she learned that you were raised by the swordsmiths of the swordsmith village she swore to ask them about you and any stories they had next time she visited
Obanai was rather shy so it was mostly just Mitsuri telling you what to do with Obanaiâs occasional input
When Obanai saw how well you got along with Kaburamaru, he was glad to see that you werenât afraid of him and it made him happy
You built a communal nest that you and Mitsuri snuggle in at night. She brought you all kinds of blankets and pillows and other bedding
Obanai occasionally just sits in the nest as you and Mitsuri snuggle together
Obanai is so happy to be invited into the nest and he canât deny how warm and cozy it is
When Obanai had any one on one time with you he was rather shy but you both managed to bond over your shared affection for Mitsuri
When it came time for you to leave to go train with Rengoku, Mitsuri decided to walk you there and you said goodbye to Obanai
Obanai secretly wished to marry both you and Mitsuri. He hoped that maybe one day, he and Mitsuri could be your alphas
Mitsuri wished she could be your Alpha along with Obanai. She could already picture the cute little family you guys would have
Tag list: @imagineshazamlokimight
#demon slayer a/b/o#demon slayer x reader#obanai x reader#obanai iguro#obanai x mitsuri#mitsuri x reader#mitsuri kanroji#kny x reader
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SECOND CHANCE â TYLER HARRISON
SUMMARY: Letâs pretend the group survives because Tyler finds out his ex-girlfriend had his baby, so Tyler decides to stay.
WARNING(S): angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, back-and-forth banter
WORD COUNT: 6,603
PAIRING: Tyler Harrison x fem!Reader
A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Don't ask me where this idea came from, I don't know either. Feedback is always welcomed! <3
MASTERLIST
âY/n?â You paused mid-step as you slowly turned around to garner the attention of Kay. You thanked the vendor and placed the meal inside your bag. Her curly hair wasnât hard to miss amongst the colony.
âKayâŠhi.â You offer her a small grin.
âOh my god, I havenât seen you in so long. Whatâs it been like three years.â You didnât mind the hug she gave you as she stepped forward.
âFour actually.â You grin with a faint laugh patting her back gently. You canât stand to bear a second of the awkward silence so you continue. Asking the dreaded question Kay had hoped to hear from you to report back to her brother when she returned home. âH-How isâŠeveryone? Navarro? Bjorn?âŠTyler? Yeah, whatâs he been up to lately?â You pocket your hands into your coat.
âMiserable, lost without you.â You roll your eyes at her exaggerated confession. âItâs true!â Her grin widens. âHe canât shut up about you not since you broke up.â
âSureâŠâ You hum in genuine curiosity.
âHe misses you. We all doâŠâ You give her a faint smile, it not entirely reaching your eyes.
âWhenâs the last time youâve seen Rain?â Thoughts of how her and Tyler had a small thing going flooded your mind. âI havenât seen her since I left.â
âRain?â
âYeah?â You nod.
âI havenât seen Rain since her parents died.â
âOhâŠthat's awful.â You gape in shock. âI hadnât known.â You muttered.
âWe didnât either till the news spread. News around here travels fast.â
âHopefully not too fast.â You breathe a laugh.
Kay stood back watching how your posture used to be better and how your comfort showed itself amongst the people. You had never shied away from anything apart from public speaking, looking at you now was like staring at your ghost. A hollow version of what she knew you to truly be like. For her, for Kay, news traveled at lightning speed, and you try to play it off as though motherhood doesnât define your entire being at the moment. Kay was well aware of the secret you thought you did well to keep.
âHow is she?â You donât even look at her to try and understand what she means by âsheâ. You knew you had caught sight of her curly locks all those years ago when you picked Jup up from her lessons. You close your eyes, a heavy weighted sigh leaves you as you fight the urge to cry out.
âI assumed it was you. No one else stands and lingers like a creepy stalker.â You muster a faint laugh.
âWould it have made any difference then, from now, knowing about her?â
âNo.â You look off to the side. Watching as the hustle and bustle of your colonyâs people flowed and moved. âI still wouldnât have told youâŠor him.â
âI think you should.â Kay suggests.
âI think you need to stay out of my business Kay.â You try and shove past her, but she doesn't let up easy.
"Y/n-" She grabs you by your arm.
"He left!" You whip around in her face. "He left, Kay. He was scared to be more and he walked away and got with Rain. I don't hold anything against her for it. She'd be stupid not to fall in love with him...I fell in love with him...and yet I was stuck trying to survive and eat for two on this stupid mining colonization." Your facade falling. âSheâs three KayâŠShe'll never get to see the sun.â Your arms fall against your sides in a slump.
"Then come with us...we have a plan. Tyler has a plan!" Kay pleaded. "But you have to tell him. You have to tell him about her!"
"I don't think I can Kay, not now at least. I got to go!"
"No wait we can figure this all-"
"Kay, I got to go." You pleaded, then took off. Knowing it was never good to leave Jup on her own. She knew to stay, but even then, if you took longer than usual, she'd wake up and begin to wonder where you were.
-
You had pushed through your shelter's door with a huff as your frantic mind gazed at the empty cot. "Jup baby, I'm here!" You call out to her.
"Who goes 'dere?" You whip around. The voice was far from intimidating as the high-pitched tone suddenly appeared from under a sheet on your small dining table meant for two, and two only.
You emit a sigh of relief as you lower yourself to her eye level. You tilt your head at her weapon of choice. A spoon...
"Do okay?" She wonders as she peers past your shoulder. You had taught her in a manner of speaking that only her three-year-old mind could come to grasp and knowing your baby girl she was quick to catch on. Your heart melts at the anticipation behind her eyes. The braved expression she held for you, but it was her eyes, ones you wouldn't dare admit to Kay that you missed, that gave Jup away. Where she tried to be fearless, she was still just your baby, fear hidden behind those brown eyesâ like his.
"Just like we practiced..." You haul her up into your arms and press a greeting onto her cheek. "How was your nap?"
"Good..." She murmurs.
"Yeah? That's good. Hey, guess what I brought?" You gasp enthusiastically. "I got us breakfast and dinner for this whole week!" You cheer, bouncing her on your hip. She brings her hands together and claps in excitement. "Maybe, next week we can score ourselves a rare steak. Heard those are hard to come by." You set her down and begin to unpack your bag with the food you were able to trade for scraps and material you had.
While you worked, Jup sat on your bed and began to play with her stuffed toy, a black bear made up from scraps of fabric and stuffed with leftovers of some pants that no longer fit. Jup's long dark hair is tied into a messy ponytail as she mumbles to herself quietly. You smile at her playing mindlessly.
You move around your small kitchen keeping one eye on her and the shadows of those that pass your shelter. You would wonder if Tyler would show up on one random night, knocking. You'd open the door and his gaze would meet yours then slowly meet that of the little girl whose hair and eyes reflected his own. You knew you'd never truly be able to get away from him. From the inevitable introduction of a father meeting his daughter for the first time. You just hoped that if the time ever did call for it. He wouldn't hate you for it like he does fiercely in your dreams.
After a little while, it's almost time to eat, so you go over to Jup and scoop her off of the bed. "Hey little lady, you hungry yet?" You ask her as she nods her head, her messy hair bobbing with her movement. You kiss her head and set her down in her seat at the small table. You give her a little portion of her dinner and a tall cup of water, then you take your seat. You sit in silence. Small sounds of chewing as she does her best to reach the tabletop. You offer her a smile as you poke at another stale cauliflower. It wasn't the best but there was more to complain about than the food on Jackson Star.
Jup begins to drink from her cup, but her interest is piqued when suddenly there's a knock at the door. She takes a small sip as she places the cup carefully back on the table, and looks to you for reassurance.
You were slightly taken aback. You hadn't been expecting anyone. For the most part, the only person who ever came to your door was your neighbor, Sue, she lent you stuff she thinks you'd find useful for you and little Juniper. But the knock sounded different. Heavier. You glance down at Jup then haul her up the seat. You tense hearing another knock before you make up your mind and decide the small closet is your safest bet. You set her down and go to close the door behind you. "Baby, you stay right here and stay quiet, I'll see who it is, okay?" You tell her as you slowly begin to stand up.
With one last glance at her, you close the door behind you. Another knock rings out and you take a small, deep breath in. Though another glance at the table you hastily store her leftovers away on the kitchen counter.
You walk over to the metal hatch door and unlatch it slowly. It opens with a small creak, revealing not your neighbor, nor an unfamiliar face, but Tyler. Your heart feels as though it's about to give out in your chest. You were frozen in place as you took in the sight of him. He never seemed to stray from the whole dark, tall, and handsome stereotype. It almost made you want to laugh, but you kept still as your hand gripped the door handle. "Ty?"
Tyler breathes out at the sight of you. How lovely you are. How beautiful you are. He never stopped reminding you how you'd always find ways to render him breathless. Albeit, it'd get him a punch or two in the shoulder but he would have complimented you over and over if it allowed him to see you smile once more. How he wished for it now, seeing your weary-eyed expression. You were breaking his heart and all you had barely done was look at him and call him 'Ty' after four years.
He didn't know quite how to approach you now. The look he earned from you was one of exhaustion. He could hardly read you, but he'd be damned if he didn't try. Not only was the thought of talking to you after so long terrifying, but the thought of messing it up terrified him further. "Hey." He mumbled through his thick accent, his eyes scanning how you had the door only slightly open. "Mind if I come in?"
Tyler almost grimaced seeing how you had closed the door an inch more, limiting the space between you both. He knew then and there the forward approach had been the wrong approach, especially when it came to you. You instantly put your walls up around you. He could see it from your tensed-up shoulders that you wanted to get him out of here as fast as you could.
The silence was loud between both of you. He wanted to say something. Maybe a compliment would get you to crack, but he wouldn't take the risk. He wouldn't risk scaring you off. Tyler's eyes had a look in them that showed his desperation to keep you from shutting the door in his face. He wouldn't hold it against you if you did. He could tell you wouldn't let him in. "Y/n-" He began.
"What are you doing here, Tyler?"
He almost visibly winces at the tone of your strained voice. He looks past you, into your home. Tyler's gaze lands on the small table with only one setting and his heart sinks. You notice his look and your grip tightens on the door. He couldn't help it. He had to ask. "Are youâŠalone right now?"
He almost visibly winces at the tone of your strained voice. He looks past you, into your home. Tyler's gaze lands on the small table with only one setting and his heart sinks. You notice his look and your grip tightens on the door. He couldn't help it. He had to ask. "Are youâŠalone right now?"
The look on your face doesn't waver. You know exactly where he's going with the question, yet you can't bring yourself to shut the door. You're frozen, but you refuse to answer him. It takes everything in you to keep your cool. You bite the inside of your cheek and avert your gaze.
He had wanted to say so much to you. To apologize for the way he had left you and treated you. To tell you he had missed you and to see you again without the fear of you shutting him out. But he found it hard to find all the words that he wanted to say. "Y/n, let me in." He stepped over the threshold as your hand shot out to stop his entry.
"Y/n-"
"What did Kay tell you?" You asked with grit in your voice. "I haven't seen your face in four years, why now? What the hell did she tell you?" You shove against his chest.
Tyler catches your arm as you shove him, he's holding it between you. He's taken by surprise by your reaction to him showing up. He looks down at you with his widened eyes as he tries to come up with the words. "She didn't- Y/n, just stop." He grabs hold of your wrists, stopping you from pushing against his hold. "I just want to talk to you. Just let me talk to you." Tyler pleads. He was scared. The anger you're releasing was almost unexpected but not unwelcome. Anger was something he could deal with. Anything was better than silence from you.
"Don't lie to me, Tyler." You say through gritted teeth, trying to pull your arm back to yourself. "Why are you here all of a sudden, huh?"
"Huh?" You go to shove him again. He grabs your wrists and uses his strength to shove you against the wall next to your door, pinning both of your arms on either side of your head. You look over in time to see him kick close your door. The slam drowning out your heavy breathing. Tyler looms over you, his chest rising and falling.
The air between you is thick and charged as he keeps you held against the wall. His chest was flush against yours and he held your wrists over your head as he stared down at you. You watched his gaze move from your eyes which burned into his own. He's staring at your heaving chest, the curve of your collarbone before he looks back down at your face. His own heart was pounding, so loud it almost drowned out the sound of your own. You could only hear one another's heavy breathing.
"Get outâŠ" You slump back against the wall.
Tyler's expression falters. He doesn't listen, of course. No, he only grips your wrists tighter in response as he leans in closer. His body pushes against yours more until there's almost no space between you both. "No." He says to your request, his voice is heavy and deep. There's a desperation in his tone. "I'm not leaving till you talk to me." His lips are close to yours and he doesn't miss how your eyes lower to glance at them. "Only if you talk to me."
"The nerve you have to show your face now-" You begin to give it to him.
He takes it as he keeps you pinned to the wall. He almost flinches at the harshness in your voice, but he doesn't say anything about it. This was nothing new. Tyler always seemed to love it when you gave him an earful. He enjoyed seeing the frustration in your eyes, how your lips would get in a pout. He watched as you opened your mouth again only he spoke before you could voice your opinion. "Just shut up for a second and listen to me damn it!"
That shuts you up for him. He almost smirks but catches himself, though you can see him almost enjoying the look of annoyance in your eyes. He didn't miss the way your eyes once again glanced down at his parted lips. "No more yelling. Just listen." Tyler mutters, his head moving slightly closer.
"You're yelling thoughâŠ" You furrow your brows at him.
He almost chuckles, almost. How stubborn you still were. But he was trying to be serious with you for once. He lifts his hold around your wrists, his nose almost touching yours. "Because you're being stubborn-headed." He lets his voice soften as he looks at you.
"I think you're just being a gigantic dick."
Tyler raises an eyebrow at you now. He almost wanted to laugh at you. What he does instead is tighten his grip on you again as he stares down at you. "And you're being a pain in my arse." He responds to you with a huff. "Always have been, always will be."
"TylerâŠwhat did Kay say to you?"
That stops him and his cocky demeanor suddenly falters. Tyler is silent for a moment, his lips in a straight line as he refuses to meet your gaze. "She saidâŠ" He begins to say but almost feels ashamed to tell you. "She said that I have-"
"MommyâŠdo good?"
Too engrossed by each other you had forgotten about the small human you had tucked away from sight. Her voice was small and curious. You look past Tyler, your eyes instantly falling onto Juniper.
You almost gasped, as did Tyler as both of your heads snapped to look at Jup in the moment of surprise. She was standing by the small little counter you had, still holding her stuffed bear tight in her grip. The sight of her causes Tyler to slowly step back away from you, his eyes are widened in disbelief.
"-a daughter." He freezes, and his shoulders drop as does your heart at the sight of Jup who was supposed to stay hidden, and in that moment Tyler looks back over at you. He watches you as he sees the guilt wash over your features.
You grimace as you go over and haul her up into your arms. Her head laid against your shoulder, clinging to her bear in her little hands.
"Ty, this is Juniper. Your daughter."
Tyler's mind went a mile a minute as he took in the sight of the little girl staring at him from the safety of your arms. He could see the guilt in your eyes, almost as though you were caught doing something you weren't meant to be doing. He looks down at his daughter, her messy black locks and big dark eyes. The girl was a mini version of himself. Apart from her ears, smile, and nose. She was his.
"I almost tore a new one into Kay after she got home and told me. Almost didn't believe her." His laugh fainted. "All this time?"
You had gotten her tray of food and sat her down on her chair. Juniper obliged but still kept a cautious eye on the random man in her home. "Tyler, you didn't want this." You gesture between you both. "You wanted an out, so I let you go."
Tyler couldnât take his eyes off of the little girl. His daughter. He couldnât believe it. He knew Kay was never one to lie about something so big, but to see it right before his eyes was a completely different story. âYou couldâve told me.â He said, more quietly than he thought possible.
"You would have stayed for her. When I needed you to stay because of her, and because of me. But you didn't want anything serious, and I wasn't gonna sit by and watch you stay for a baby, not when you couldn't even look me in the eye anymore."
Those words hit him hard, almost like a punch in the gut. He wanted to defend himself. You were right. He couldn't deny that you were. He had wanted freedom, he wanted off this colony, a new life. No strings attached. But now standing there, he wasn't so sure anymore. He could've had so much more than what he had settled for. He had pushed you away and ran because he was scared of something real. And as he looked at his daughter, he could see the proof of his cowardice.
âYou should have told me,â Tyler repeated, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He looked back at you. âI had a right to know.â
"No Ty, you didn't. Not then." You deny.
"And why not??" Tyler's voice rises. He couldn't believe it. He had a daughter this whole time. He had gotten you pregnant and ran away and you hid that fact from him for almost four years. âYou decided that on your own.â He retorted back. Tyler took a step forward, his hands went to his pocket, in a desperate attempt to look indifferent. He watched as you sat down beside Jup, running a hand along her messy hair. "I should have been a part of her life. I should have been with you- Y/n, I had a right to know about her, damn it.â
"You left me. You gave me no other choice." You peer up at him through watered eyes. "I needed youâŠ"
âAnd I needed space goddamn it.â Tyler snapped. He took a step back, as though to distance himself from you. But when he saw the tears in your eyes, something inside him ached. He wanted to walk over and comfort you, but he didnât. He stood there like a jackass, watching you fight back tears. âI just needed time to thinkâŠI couldnât breathe when I was with you. You overwhelmed me.â He admits, his shoulders slumped.
"OhâŠ" Your voice dies down at his words. You muster a nod before you look over at Jup watching the scene unfold before her.
She was watching with big curious eyes, taking in the atmosphere of this new man that was in her home. Tyler could see the similarities between himself in the little girl. How she looked and moved, it was as though he was looking at a reflection of himself in the small child. He watched as you smiled at her, reassuring her that everything was fine.
Tylerâs breath gets stuck in his chest as he watches how you are with his daughter. The two of you looked and moved naturally together. And here he was raising his voice wondering if she thought the worst of him. He notices your change in demeanor and suddenly, heâs kicking himself. He hadnât meant for it to come out that way. He hadnât meant for those words to be backhanded. But they were and he hurt you once more.
"I'm sorry." You glance up at him as he starts. "That came out wrong, I didn't mean for it to. Heat of the momentâŠ" He palms his face. Tyler sighs his mind and heart racing. Heâs hurt you by saying that. He hadn't meant it in that way, but he knew how it sounded. âY/n, thatâs not what I meant.â
"Yeah, but you still said it Tyler. Such a shitty thing to say too!"
âYeah, I did and Iâm sorry, okay.â He lets out a frustrated sigh as he runs his hands along his face again. It was frustrating. It was all so damn frustrating. Everything about this was. He was frustrated for hurting you, for saying those words and he was frustrated for having a daughter that he should have known about years ago. âDamn it-â He mumbles, shaking his head.
"You know the more you keep swearing in front of our kid, the more bad habits she'll be likely to pick up."
That shuts him up.
Tyler lets out a huff as he looks down at his daughter. He takes a few steps towards you and Jup. Heâs watching you, how you caress back her hair and keep her reassured as you try to act like everything is normal. He stops to stand beside her. He looks down at her, taking in the details of her face now that heâs up close to her. He smiles softly for her, hoping to appear as less of a threat to her.
"You're still a jackass..." You mutter under your breath, but the smirk that grows on his lips tells you he heard you loud and clear.
He snorts softly at that, unable to deny it. Tyler doesnât hesitate to lean down and whisper a response back to you. âAnd youâre still the love of my life.â
You still. Frozen from the shock and complete obscurity of his words.
Tyler grins at your reaction. He straightens up, hands back in his pockets. His eyes are almost mischievous as he watches you falter. âPerhaps I should have kept that to myself.â He teases.
"Yeah, that might've been wiser." You huff with a laugh.
âYeah, Iâve never been one to make smart decisions.â Tyler chuckles. He leans himself against the table, keeping his eyes on you. Heâs watching how you still have a hand on top of Jupâs messy hair as a reassuring touch. He nods his head at the sight. âShe looks like me, but itâs your ears.â He teases. "You're smile and nose."
"Well thank god, it wasn't your ears."
"Hey, what's wrong with my ears?" He says as he puts a hand over his heart, the other one goes to his ear and acts offended by your statement.
You feign a grimace.
Tyler huffs under his breath at your expression. "Oh, real mature." He grumbles as he crosses his arms, a pout visible on his face. "You never had a problem with my ears before."
You surrender.
Tyler grins at the sight, watching you throw in the towel. He takes his hands from his chest and ear, leaning himself down again so he gets close to you.
âI do mean it though. You are and always have been the love of my life."
"I'm a loss in your life, Tyler." You correct.
His head almost snaps back in disbelief at your statement. Tyler shakes his head. "No, you have never been a loss to me. You are- you have only ever been the best part of my life. I just-" He pauses as he suddenly feels himself get frustrated with himself all over again. "Damn it, can you just stop putting words in my mouth, and listen to the fact that I never stopped loving you! Even when I left to train. Even when we were over. I never stopped."
"Tyler this is crazy-"
"No this isn't crazy!" Tyler snaps again, but his tone quickly deflates as he looks to make sure that Jup hasn't heard him. He takes a breath as he runs a hand over his hair again in frustration. "Itâs not. You're everything I want. Everything I have ever wanted. You're the light of my life, and I canât let you go again. I have spent so many years miserable that-"
"Kay did mention that." He gave you a look. "Sorry."
"-I was never happy when I was away from you, I didn't know how miserable I truly was until I left."
"It's not that easy for me. Tyler, you just told me a few minutes ago that you couldn't breathe around me, that I overwhelmed you. Make it make sense!"
"You do overwhelm me, damn it!" Tyler snaps again, he stands straight now, and he can feel a rush of adrenaline suddenly running through his body. "You make my heart race a million miles a minute. You're the only person who can piss me off and make me feel like a damn fool in love. You don't take my shit and make me want to kiss you every time we've argued. You make me feel so much all at once and sometimes I can't handle it. But I don't want to feel numb anymore! I didn't know what I had until I lost it. Until I lost you. No one else makes me feel thatâŠgod not even Rain."
"Oh god...Tyler." You ran a hand down your face.
Tyler sighs as he watches you, seeing your expression change yet again. "I got my second chance right here with you. With Juniper. Us."
You tilt your head hearing his words. "TyâŠ"
Tyler reaches over and grabs your hand, it surprises you by the sudden touch. He gently pulls you back up to your feet, getting you to stand in front of him. Heâs got a tight grip on your hand like if he lets go you might disappear. "I want us. I want you. I want you and our kid and I-" He struggles for the right words that he so desperately wants to say. "I want this family more than anything."
"You do?"
Tyler can hear the uncertainty in your voice. He hates it. He reaches up and cups your face with his hand, forcing you to look at him directly. He gazes into your eyes, almost pleading for you to see that heâs being sincere. "Yes," He answers simply, quietly. He leans in, resting his head against yours. "Iâve never been more sure of anything in my life."
"Tyler if you leave us, I will never forgive you-"
"I wonât." He exclaims. Heâs gripping your hand in his like a vice. "Iâm not leaving. Not this time. I made that mistake before, youâre not getting rid of me." He gently presses his forehead against yours. Heâs looking at you carefully. "âŠdo you believe me? Do you trust me?"
Your faint nod had him relaxing.
Tyler lets out a relieved sigh at your nod. Heâs got all of this energy, adrenaline, and fear coursing through his body and it takes all of it to not just grab you and kiss you. Instead, he just pulls you against him and wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. He closes his eyes as he buries his face in your hair, pressing kisses into your skin.
You wrap your arms around him and inhale his scent. Your hug only lasts so long when Juniper has you both pulling away again. "Mommy."
You can both hear her soft voice and when you and Tyler pull away from each other, you see that little Jup has come to stand beside you both. Her bear and now a picture you were all too familiar with in her hands. Sheâs looking up at you with her big brown eyes, and her messy hair. She tugs on your shirt with a soft pout of her lips.
"What do you have there baby? Is this for me?" You haul her up into your arms. Tyler lingers behind you, watching your interactions.
Jup happily climbs up into your arms and she is careful of the picture sheâs holding as she tucks her face into your neck. Sheâs still holding onto it tightly between her little hands as she mumbles something against your skin, but her words are muffled. She pulls back slightly so she can hold up the picture to you.
Tyler registers what is it before you can turn it over. "You kept it."
Your eyes are now fixated on the picture in your hands. Itâs the picture you had taken the day you found out you were pregnant with Jup. Your hair was done, and you dawned one of your nicer shirts. Both you and Tyler were looking at each other while his arms were wrapped around your waist and his chin was resting against your shoulder. He had kept the picture in the inside pocket of his jacket for a while. Now you held onto it.
In the picture, the essence of your happiness had been captured. It was one of the happiest days you had ever felt. The month that followed after that day. You tried to forget it ever happened.
Yes, you had kept it. Youâd kept it under yours and Jup's cot all these years.
"You gave it to me remember."
"I would've thought you'd thrown it out by now."
You were both silent for what felt like an eternity as you looked down at the picture, running your thumb over your faces.
"No, I couldn't." You admit, softly. "It meant too much to throw away. Besides, it's the closest thing I got to an ultrasound around here." You shrug.
Jup peers out of your neck as she watches the two of you talk, still not quite registering who this man is. âWho?â She says, with her head at a tilt.
"Jup this is Tyler, TylerâŠHe's your-" You peer up at him not knowing what to officially label him as.
Tyler clears his throat as heâs suddenly put on the spot. He looks at her, seeing how she looks at him with such curiosity. He feels his heart suddenly flutter again when he hears the word your, like some sort of proof of belonging.
âIâm your dad,â He answers confidently, smiling softly at her and her messy head of hair. "Your daddy." His accent coming through. "I'm here to stay if you'll have me. If your mommy will have me." He peers cheekily into your eyes, where you have to fight the urge to roll your own.
"What do you think Jup. Should we let him stay?"
Jupâs eyes go wide at the question and her interest is perked by the sudden proposal. Her head suddenly pops away from your neck as she looks at you and she nods her head, with her messy hair flailing. It was a rather eager nod on her part. "Yes!"
"Yeah?" Tyler's grin widens.
Jup nods her head. "Yes!" She confirms again, more excitedly this time. She's looking down at Tyler with those big brown eyes, and she's got a smile on her face. Tyler leans in and pecks her curls, grinning from ear to ear, knowing he has her approval. "Looks like I'm sticking around then, Jup's orders," He replies, meeting your gaze.
"Guess so, soldier."
"Guess so." Tyler repeats back, with that damn smirk of his. He canât take his eyes off you. Heâs watching you like youâre something he's finally got to have again. It makes his heart clench.
Tyler takes you by surprise when heâs suddenly close enough to touch you. He brings his hand to your neck, cupping it in the palm of his large hands as he leans in, using the leverage to pull you into him. His lips are on yours in an instant, firm and eager against your mouth. Your surprised gasp has your mouth open to his and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
You use one of your hands to pull him closer.
Tyler pulls away, breathing heavily against your lips. "I've been wanting to do that since you opened the door." His chuckle makes your grin widen.
"So stupidâŠ" You shake your head.
Tyler lets out a huff as he grins. He cups the side of your face with his hand, resting his forehead against yours. âDamn you. You drive me mad, woman.â
"Yeah? Well, you're gonna have to get used to it around here."
"I think I'll manage. I'm tougher than I look." Tyler grins as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. He's close enough that you can hear his accent through his words as he peers into your eyes.
"No, you're notâŠ"
"No?" Tylerâs eyes were narrow as he picked up a bit of a teasing tone in your voice. "Oh, it's like that then, is it?" He says as he raises an eyebrow. "You hear this Jup, your mum says I'm not tough." He feigns hurt.
"Tuff." Jup repeats back to him. "Tuff, tuff, tuff."
Tyler grins. "That's right, Jup." He says as he gently reaches out and boops her nose with his finger, earning a little giggle out of her and the sound makes his heart warm.
"Please don't encourage her. She doesn't need to learn bad habits from her dad."
"Oh come on, sheâs not going to pick up my bad habitsâŠ" Tyler glances between you and her. "Besides, she already has your cautiousness, so it's too late."
"Well, I'd rather that than have her watch your macho tough guy act unfold. Jackson Star knows I've seen enough of it."
Tyler huffs. "Itâs not macho. Itâs called having a backbone." He snaps back, with a tone that you know is more playful than serious. "Iâm teaching my daughter to be strong."
"I think you mean thick-headed, excuse me it's time for her bedtime." You walk around him to get her settled onto the cot.
"Hey! I'm not thick-headed." Tyler protests as he gives you a look of disbelief. He glances over at Jup who is sitting quietly in your arms and suddenly he looks concerned. âW-Wait, bedtime? How early does she sleep?â
"Tyler, It's a quarter past eleven." You gesture to the hologram clock on the small counter. Tyler turns to look at it.
He blinks. "Itâs that late already?" He exclaims in disbelief as he looks from you to the clock and back again.Â
âQuarter past eleven. No wonder sheâs so tired,â He muses as he looks back over Jup. Sure enough, your daughter is fighting to keep her eyes open, and her head is slowly drooping against your shoulder. "Damn, I guess I didnât realize we had been talking for that long."
You shift her so that her head is on the pillow you share. "I put her down early, but you showed so I really couldn't at the moment. The best I could do is get her to eat her meal."
Tyler steps to your side as he watches you gently arrange her on the cot. He canât help but smile as he watches you make sure Jup is comfortable before you give her a soft kiss on her forehead. âSheâs a big girl.â He muses, softly, as he watches her little head fall back against the pillow and the even little puffs of her breath.
"I wouldn't say that. She still needs mommy to tuck her in."
Tyler glances at you as he grins. He lets out a huff of a laugh. âIâm guessing she inherited that from you, huh?â He teases. "Does mommy need daddy to tuck her in?"
"No." You huff with a laugh, shoving his shoulder.
Tyler laughs as he rubs his shoulder. âOw.â Despite it being a very soft shove. He glances down at you, his eyes scanning over your features. "You are just as stubborn as I remember you being. I'm telling you, love." He muses as he steps closer to you, using his height to try and intimidate you.
"Just like you remember?" You hum.
"YeahâŠ" Tyler slowly nods as he takes another step closer to you. He stands in front of you, and you have to have your head tilted back to look up at him. "Just like I remember. Stubborn. And beautiful. A deadly combination, Iâm telling you."
"I'm glad you came." You admit. Tylerâs smile softens at your words. He reaches down and takes your hand in his, squeezing it.
âIâm sorry I took so long.â He apologizes, softly.
"Took you about four years...but who's counting." You shrug.
Tyler rubs the back of his neck embarrassed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Iâm sorry it took me a while to get my head out of my own arse." He glances at you, looking sheepish. âIâm here now, though. Iâm not going anywhere else.â
"Good, 'cause if you do. Iâll throw you into outer space." You lean in and peck his lips for a sweet kiss.
âOh, I donât doubt you would.â A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest.
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âHow could we end up hereâŠ?â
Daisuke x implied F!Reader
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Written By: DeathByDay
(Also written on Mobile)
2 MONTHS AFTER THE CRASH
You, Jimmy, Daisuke, Swansea and Anya sat at the lounge table. You havenât grouped up with everyone in a while. They were always busy dealing with the aftermath of Captain Curlyâs doings. Honestly, you were too. You couldnât believe that he would do something like that.
You all stare at Jimmy, waiting for him to start speaking. You sit beside Anya while Daisuke sits across from you, Swansea right beside him. Jimmy sits on the end of the table, appearing as the leader.
âAnyone else would do the same thing.â Jimmy speaks, his voice calm. âWe ainât touching the damn cargo. The hold is locked down for a reason. The only thing worse than dying slowly is not getting paid.â Swansea argues.
You glance up at him, giving him a weird look. âBut it could be something useful. I think-..â Anya attempts to reason with the short haired man, but failed to do so. âCould be what? Hopes, dreams and marzipan?â He chuckles, glaring at the black haired woman.
Anya tries to speak again, but she gets cut off by Jimmy. âIf it helps us survive itâs worth it.â He mutters. You stare between the trio, not knowing whose side youâre on. Jimmy did have a point about how if it gives you an advantage to live, youâll have to take it.
But a small percentage of you canât help but wonder if itâll hurt one of you. Or worse, all of you. You bite your lip as Daisuke chimes in. âMan, Pony Express bosses really arenât chill at all, huh?â Everyone turnes their heads towards him, including you.
âCâmon! A quick look wonât hurt.â You gently shove Daisukeâs leg with your foot, getting his attention. âWhat if we get hurt trying to look?â You question, a worried expression glazing your face.
âThat wouldnât happen, Y/N.â Anya replies, a soft smile appearing on her lips for a moment. You canât help but keep thinking about it. Even if it wasnât going to happen, what if it did?
âHow exactly is this group therapy committee planning on getting in there?â Swansea asks before Daisuke turns to him, exposing his solution.
âRight here, boss!â He happily replies. âYouâre looking at the meanest swing of the regional junior baseball team. Straight up nearly corked a kid once!â He brags, a grin plastered on his lips.
âI can take the utility axe and-..â Swansea slams his hand on the table before shouting. âYou were goddamn born fully corked!â He retorts. Daisukeâs smile slightly softens, but it was still noticeable.
âThatâs enough, Swansea.â Jimmy cuts in before he could say anything worse. âThere has to be an âin case of emergencyâ way inside.â Anya perks up before speaking.
âIf I remember correctly from the safety protocols, the doors should have an alternate access code. But, it can only be uncovered using a code scanner device.â She explains.
âIsnât the only person who has access to the code scanner the captain?â You murmur, tilting your head. Jimmy nods, confirming your question. âOf course! Go ahead and ask him all about it then. Maybe heâll sing ya the blues too.â Swansea sarcastically declares.
âWe donât need him if we find the scanner, get the code, and open the hold.â Jimmy argues. âFor better or worse, Iâm captain now. Iâll figure it out.â Your brows furrow, hasty eyeing the brunette male.
Nobody discussed that he would be the new captain. Although he was the second in command before the crash, it still felt wrong.
âRight on!â You wish you could punch Daisuke in the face right now. You love him, but god could he be dumb. Now that Jimmyâs the captain, heâs the one to search for the code scanner. You all let him be, going to do your own thing. You follow Daisuke down to the digital screen, wanting to talk to him.
Your arms sit crossed over your chest, a worried expression plastered on your face. You turn your head to see Jimmy searching for the scanner around you two first. You glance back down at the brunette before speaking.
âAre we sure we want Jimmy to be the new captain? It just feels wrong to me. You know Jimmyâs always rambling to himself about how he should be the leader, not Curly.â You mutter, keeping your voice low.
Daisuke smiles up at you, trying to ease any doubt you have about Jimmy. âIâm sure itâll be fine, babe. You donât need to worry about him.â He reassures, his voice soft.
You take a sharp breath in, not giving a very confident nod in agreement before smiling back, thankful for his comfort. Suddenly, Jimmy walks up to the both of you, causing your smile to disappear as Daisuke spoke.
âLooks like itâll be soup again for dinner. You wanna rock paper scissors for the chicken noodle?â He suggests half-jokingly, trying to lighten the current situation. âHow much food do we have left?â Jimmy replies, not in the mood for any kind of game.
âI think around 4 to 5 months, maybe in between?â You chime in, glancing at Jimmy. He thought for a moment before speaking. âLess than the remaining air supply, but we can make it last.â He hums.
âWeâll be starting to poke new holes in our belts pretty soon to pull that off.â Your anxiety worsened as he pointed out starving yourselves, not wanting to have to cut down on eating just to make sure the food supply last longer.
âMan, my mom will straight up stuff me when I get back. Iâll look like Swansea!â Daisuke chuckles. âWeâll have a rad story to tell, though. They might even write articles about us. We could be on TV!â His eyes seem to light up at the thought.
You chuckle before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. âDonât get too ahead of yourself, Daisuke. We still need to figure out how to even get out of here safely.â Although it would be nice to be famous, you couldnât help but think of the reality.
It was silent for a few seconds until Jimmy spoke up. â..Itâll impress your parents too.â He nods as Daisuke grins like a little boy at his words. âMhm!â He hums in agreement before nervously chuckling.
âThe real problem is us running out of toilet paper. Fatal stuff, man.â He scratches the back of his head. âWe should leave that part out for the press, huh?â You bite back a giggle as Jimmy changes the subject.
âHas Swansea been like this towards you for your whole internship?â He asks, his brow raising in thought. âThatâs just how he is!â Daisuke defended. âDidnât want a spud like me following him around for an entire year.â
âThis isnât really the internship experience anyone had in mind.â Jimmy mumbles, shrugging his shoulders. âDonât let him push you around too much.â
âHis bark is worse than his bite. He may be cranky, but he is legit a wizard of a mechanic!â You recall a few times where Swansea was fixing things in front of you, causing you to chime in.
âYeah! Iâm surprised he still has it in him, seeing as heâs almost at retirement age. I guess hard work does pay off.â You hum, a small smile crossing your face.
âIâm sure heâd appreciate your thoughts.â You couldnât tell if Jimmy was being sarcastic or not, but you nodded anyway. You cross your arms against your chest once again as Daisuke changes the topic.
âDid you find the scanner thing yet? Iâd ask Anya about it, sheâs been reading the safety manual like a bible since the crash.â Jimmy nods as a âthanksâ before looking up at you, making eye contact for a split second. You instantly look away, not saying anything.
He didnât mention it and turned his back to you both, possibly to search for Anya in the medical room.
ââââ
You were cut off mid sentence by the sound of the lounge door opening, causing you and Daisuke to turn your heads to where the sound came from. It only took a few seconds for you to realize Anya was the one who ran through the door.
Her legs gave out as she clutched her chest. From the screen of the sunset, you could hear her heavy breathing. You were about to call out her name, asking if she was alright, but Daisuke wrapped his hand around your forearm.
You looked back towards him, brows creased in concern. He shook his head as to tell you to leave her alone and let her calm down, so you did. You kept your voice low, just in case it would trigger her.
After a few minutes, the door opened once again. This time, Jimmy came through it. He walked up to Anya and crouched down beside her.
âWe donât have a whole lot of painkillers left.â He muttered, ignoring the fact she looked like she was going to have a panic attack. âBut you still want to keep-..â
âWhy do you think he did it?â Anya cut him off, not paying attention to what he said. âDoes it matter? What answer would make you feel any better?â He sternly replied, no hint of empathy in his voice.
âI have to believe that our worst moments donât make us monsters, Jim.â She whispered. ââŠI have to. Even in his case.â
âHe tried to take us all down with him, Anya.â It almost sounded like Jimmy was on the verge of yelling at her. âThe way I see it, thereâs two reasons to keep him alive at this point.â
You couldnât stop staring at the two, watching their conversation. Even though Daisuke tried to get you to look away, it was useless. You felt the need to watch them to prevent Jimmy from doing something to Anya. Either verbally or physically.
âGuess the important bit is that we all agreed to it. For one reason or another.â He shrugged, his voice not as strong as it has been. Anya shook her head. âI-Iâm still feeling nauseous.. I need a minute.â She quickly got up from her spot on the floor and ran off.
You looked over towards Daisuke before continuing on with your conversation about video games, twirling your fingers around one another.
ââââ
Anya, you, Daisuke and Swansea stood in front of the Cargo Hold, waiting for Jimmy to bring back the code scanner. Luckily, just after a few minutes of waiting, he did. He walked up to the four of you, scanner in hand.
He glanced at you all, taking in your expressions. You just wanted this whole thing to be over. You stood beside Daisuke, one of your hands on your forearm.
âWell? Get on with it.â Swansea urges, his hands over his hips. âThis is all you. I want it duly noted that I had no involvement in this.â Jimmy nodded in agreement before turning towards the younger brunette. âWhat do you guys think weâve been shipping?â Daisuke pondered.
âIf itâs spare parts, maybe me and Swansea can repair the ship and we can get out of here! Right, Swansea?â He turned to the older man who turned to him. âQuit yapping.â Jimmy ignored the two of them and looked to you.
âIt could be more food.. maybe we wonât need to starve ourselves after all!â A gentle smile appeared on your lips before the dark haired male turned around to see Anya beside the door.
âAre we doing the right thing..? Let it be medicine, food, or water.â She hoped to herself. Jimmy stepped towards the sign with the hidden code before flashing the code scanner on it.
4517
He put the scanner away and walked up to the door code before putting the numbers in. The door slid open, revealing numerous of shipping boxes on shelves.
ââââ
7 DAYS BEFORE THE CRASH
You stood beside the utility roomâs door with Jimmy, peaking into the room. You snickered, not being able to contain your laughter. Daisuke was just trying to fix the vent, trying to be a good intern, but he accidentally triggered the emergency foam which made him slip out and get stuck in the substance.
You felt so bad for him, but at the same time it was so funny. You heard heavy footsteps to your right, causing you to look up. The owner of the footsteps was the captain. He gave you a short lived wave before turning towards Jimmy, glancing inside the room.
âAnd Pony Express said they donât provide on board entertainment.â Jimmy slightly chuckled, eyeing Curly. You continued staring at the scene, a dorky grin running across your lips.
âFeels like thereâs always something broken in that room.â Curly shrugs, a sigh leaving his throat. âTulparâs starting to show her age.â Jimmy raised a brow.
âPassed inspection, right? Shouldnât be an issue.â He declared. Curly hummed, adding on; âPlus, they added Daisuke last minute.â
You perked up at hearing your boyfriendâs name, taking brief glances towards the two men beside you. âDidnât account that thereâd be six of us now. I only knew one more was coming, not two.â The captain tilted his head towards you before his head became straight once again.
âI really should have made a bigger stink about that.â He complained, regretting his decision to allow Daisuke on board. You were glad he did though. Otherwise, you probably wouldnât have met him.
âMaybe you should intervene?â Jimmy suggests, referring to the mess inside the utility room. âOr we could just close the door.â He shrugged. âYour call.â
You and Jimmy kept away from the scene, staying in the doorway as Curly walked inside. âWell, I can see the issue.â He chuckled at the site in front of him. âThe kid was brought on just to make me suffer!â Swansea had his arm crossed, the look of disappointment written all over his face.
âI was just trying to fix the vent! How did that trigger the emergency foam?!â Daisuke attempted to get free from his spot, only to be stuck in place. Swansea turned his head towards him. âBecause youâre talented in all the wrong ways!â He argued.
âI wouldâve dealt with this but only you can unlock the axe case.â Swansea grumbled, placing his hands on his hips. âEvery goddamn thing has to go through you.â
âIâll handle it. Hang in there, Daisuke.â Curly reassured him before walking to the âin case of emergencyâ box that held the axe. He took out the code scanner, flashing the light on the black rectangle.
2609
He quickly put in the code, opening the case. He grabbed the weapon and walked back towards the two brunettes, ready to swing at the foam. A few seconds later, Daisuke was finally set free from the substance.
âStrong stuff, huh?â He owâed in pain but still tried to get a chuckle out of everyone. Swansea wasnât having it though. âGet it through your goddamn skull! That vent is strictly off limits. Fully fucking collapsed inside.â He lectured. âYou looking to get impaled, electrocuted and cooked?!â
You lightly smiled, knowing deep down Swansea does really care for Daisuke. But he just canât show it. âYeah, but like.. you canât fit in there to fix it, right?â The whole room went silent, stunned at what just came out of his mouth. You instantly covered your mouth, eyes wide.
âSo I can totally handle it-..â Daisuke gets cut off by Swansea turning to Curly. âCaptain. Give me the axe.â He demands. âSwansea..â The dirty blond warned, trailing off. âThis couldâve damaged the pods. You canât let something like this happen again.â
You leaned against the doorframe, becoming bored from the lack of excitement. You drown the rest of the conversation out, waiting for Curly to be done speaking to the two of them.
Jimmy moved right beside you, arms at his sides. You twirled around strands of your hair, glancing at the man standing next to you. âHi, Jimmy.â You muttered, your voice soft. He stared at you, nodding his head before mumbling, âHey.â
You were honestly a bit surprised he even said anything back. Nonetheless, you give him a light smile, attempting to be sweet. It was short lived as Curly came towards the two of you and Jimmy opening his mouth to speak, ignoring you.
You rolled your eyes before blowing Daisuke a small kiss, making sure he saw it. You backed off, turning around and walked away from the utility room. You wanted a have a small chat about Jimmy to Curly, but he just seemed so busy. Along with that and the fact heâs always near him.
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authorâs note
finally getting ready for angst!! Iâm so ready to write how some peopleâs deaths impacts the reader. i canât tell if i want a certain someone to be added into the mix yet or not..
fifth chapter will be up in a few days!! thank you all for the support, I appreciate it so much! and happy halloween!!! đ
bye for now<3
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I'm begging you to write about mean!abby and reader finding a kitten in one of the buildings, Abby not letting her save the kitten but reader cries all night so Abby HAS to go back and get the kitten...
a/n: plsss this is so cute đ thanks for the request baby ilysm and i may or may not have written too much about this đ€đđ
daily click / boycott tlou / help these families evacuate / free palestine
abby wasnât mean necessarily, just very strict. she knew you even better than the back of her hand, and she liked that you depended on her for everything.
hungry? ask abby to make something for you. tired? good, itâs almost your bedtime, donât want you being cranky in the morning. canât reach something? better go get abby to grab it for you.
so when you saw that poor kitten while walking back to your apartment, you knew you had to ask her for it. it started with you just hearing a few pleading mewls before turning around and seeing it toddling toward you.
âaww, abs, look! itâs a little kitten!â your smile growing. you were met with a cold âhmm.â from abby. âcan we take it home?â you asked. âabsolutely not. we donât have room for an animal.â it was partially true. your apartment wasnât huge, but it was a comfortable size, and you were moving soon anyways.
ignoring her, you picked it up and continued strolling beside her, cooing at itâs small size and adorable face. âdid you not hear me? i said put it back.â she snapped. âdonât call it an âitâ, abs. i think itâs a girl.â
she glared at you, unamused. ânow.â you walked over to a small corner and placed her down, giving her a final pet as your eyes welled up. even if you couldnât keep her, you at least hoped youâd see her again. maybe it would become a neighborhood cat that everybody mutually loved, everyone except abby.
you didnât talk to her the rest of the walk home, which was short, or even meet her gaze. although you understood that she only ever tried to look out for you, sometimes she was too strict. you went to bed that night without even returning a kiss, too angry at her, too worried about the poor kitten all alone outside. scared, cold, hungry.
these thoughts continued to plague your mind, eventually causing tears to collect. you hid your face in abbyâs chest and sniffled, trying not to start sobbing. âbaby?â she asked, âare you alright?â
âabs⊠that poor kitty. it doesnât even have a family.â you were crying now. âw-what if it gets too cold, or it gets h-hit by a car.â
abby frowned at your words. âit wonât, honey. itâs already survived this long, it can go a few more nights before someone else picks it up.â
âbut itâs n-not supposed to survive on its own. someone probably left it there to die.â you were sobbing, too.
âwell, weâre not taking it home. iâm sorry, hate me all you want but we donât have time or space for a pet.â you didnât understand how she could be so mean. you cried even harder at this, hoping, praying the cute little guy survives. you cried into her chest until eventually, sleep took you.
abby had other plans. she didnât know youâd instantly get so attached to that cat, and she hated that now you were crying because of her. she only wanted to do what was best for you, but there was no winning this battle.
once she was sure you were asleep, she slid her shoes back on and headed outside, hoping it was stills there, even more that there was only one. to her luck, the kitten was still there, instantly jumping up and waddling toward her. itâs meows seeming louder than earlier, like it recognized her or something.
she picked it up with two hands, trying not to hold it too close in case she changes her mind about wanting to keep it. slowly, she tiptoed back inside, trying her hardest not to wake you.
her fingers raced to ask google every question she had about caring for it. things like what to feed a baby kitten or where to get kitten milk replacer or how do baby cats stay warm at night? after finding what she needed, she put the kitten in an old shoebox and carried it out to the car.
surprisingly, the kitten didnât seem to hate the drive, it was mostly just excited to be out of a big, scary parking lot. she put the car in park, and swore to herself that she would take no longer than 10 minutes in the store.
12 minutes later, sheâs back with a syringe, a tin of kitten milk replacer, a heating pad, a litter box, and a water bowl. the kitten peeks up at her after she opens it just to check in. it meows and tries to grab her hand, but she closes it too quickly and drives back home.
when you wake up, youâre surprised to see that abby is still in bed with you. usually sheâs at the gym, or if not, sheâs definitely started her day by this time. with hands on her sides, you roll her over to cuddle with you. âabs,â you whisper into her neck, âwhy are you still here?â
âi had a long night.â she responded. âand iâm sorry i made you cry, i promise the cat will be fine.â
you completely ignored the second part, âlong night? no you didnât.â how could she have had a long night? she was in bed with you the whole time, right?
âgo look on the kitchen table, silly girl.â so you did. you yawned and put on your slippers, making your way out of the bedroom.
on the kitchen counter you found an old shoebox, a heating pad with a temperature remote attached to it, a soft hand towel, and a sleeping gray kitten.
tears threatened to spill again as you felt abbyâs arms wrap around you, her head snuggling into your neck and whispering âsurprise.â
#guys mean!abby is kinda cute ngl#abby anderson#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson fluff#the last of us
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Enemies (Part Five) (Rafe Cameron)
Description: Based off Episode 10!
Word Count: 2,004
Authorâs note: Whenever season 5 comes out is when Iâll continue this.
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Y/N sat with her friends around the fire as they had hope that they would turn up to shore. Though Y/N wasnât so sure. She saw the waves take them, How could they survive? She had been crying for so long that her eyes hurt and she needed sleep. She got up from the pogues and made her way to Rafe who sat by himself. He looked over at her as she came over.
She gave him a small smile they both knew was fake. He opened his arms and she collapsed in them. She groaned against his shirt as she was already falling asleep. He kissed her forehead as she drifted off.Â
When she woke it was daylight and the others were awake. Rafe was still holding her and he looked down at her eyes as she opened them. âYou stink.â Was the first thing she said and he gave her a sarcastic laugh, âLike you donât?â He asked. She definitely did.
They all did. She laid in his arms for a few more minutes before walking over to the others. âThey have to be around here, thereâs no way.â But Y/N didnât believe that. She accepted in her mind that she lost 2 friends. JJ and Sarah. JJ was a troublemaker and very reckless but she loved him. He was always after trouble and sure that was annoying but he was the best.
Sarah was smart and so beautiful. She accepted people and not based on what they were. Kook or Pogue. She was awesome and her best friend. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about them. John B saw two people and he got the group's attention. Everyone gasped as they saw two people who from a distance looked like Sarah and JJ. âIâll go check.â âIâll come with.â Y/N said and they walked to see.
John Bâs eyes lit up when he saw them and Y/N let out a sigh of relief. Sarah ran up to hug him and JJ gave Y/N a hug. âI thought you were dead.â She whispered. âIâm immortal.â He joked. They switched and Y/N hugged Sarah.
Rafe looked happy to see that she was alive. They all sat around the fire well sorta. Rafe was on the same side but facing the other way as the others talked. Y/N was holding his arm as they laughed.
âYou know what would be a good baby name?â JJ asked. Y/N looked at Rafe confused. âJJ what?â She asked. Sarah was pregnant. âSarah, youâre pregnant?â Y/N jumped up from the ground. Sarah nodded and Y/N ran over to hug her. âCongratulations!â She said.Â
Getting separated from the others was not ideal but she wasnât about to let Rafe get arrested. For once he didnât do anything. âAre you okay?â She asked, grabbing his hand. He nodded and started walking the other way of where the pogues went.
âWe are finding Groff.â He told her. âWhat about them?â She asked. âWeâll see them.â Though she was nervous that wouldnât be the case. Groff wasnât easy to find but she thought she would find herself stepping on the top of buildings and houses in a foreign country for anyone. Rafe and her had on âdisguisesâ which were just fancy coats.
She felt rich with it thanks to Rafe. Y/N gasps as she sees the dude that was trying to kill her and her friends. She and Rafe had behind a sheet for a second until Rafe threw a punch at the guy. Groff notices him and Y/N could tell that he was nervous. He truly had no idea who he messed with. Y/N couldnât help but feel super hot seeing Rafe beat the piss out the guy. âLetâs go.â He calls her and takes Groff.Â
âYouâre lying to me.â Rafe yells at him as he confronts him about the money. Y/N just watches and wishes she had some popcorn. Groff kept looking over at her. âWhoâs this?â Groff asked and Rafe scuffed. He ignored the question and kept yelling at him.
Groff didnât have the money. Though that wasnât the surprising part. The surprising part was that Sophia (Rafeâs cousin) set him up. Sophia was staying at his place while he was gone and when he and Y/N came back he planned to buy her her own house.
That was no longer on the table and Rafe was pissed. Groff was being very cocky for someone who was about to fall. Literally in a well. Rafe was laughing like a maniac. Y/N leaned over the well and even chuckled herself. âYou messed with the wrong guy.â She yelled to Groff. âYou tell him baby.â Rafe laughed.
âLetâs get out of here.â He says as Groff is yelling his name. He had the map to the crown now and all they had to do was get it the pogues or at least thatâs what Y/N thought was going to happen. âWhat are we doing?â She asked as Rafe opened the map. âWe are finding the treasure.â He tells her. She glares at him, âRafe, we have to get this map to my friends. You didnât care about the treasure.â She points out.
He chuckles and looks at her, âyeah well my money is gone sweetheart. You are your friends can get a part of the money.â She wanted to take the map and run but realized what kind of man Rafe was and knew that wasnât a good idea. âRafe.â She warned. âI need you to help me read the map.â He tells her, ignoring her obvious anger towards him.
âPromise me that you arenât going to take it and run.â She growls. He looks at her, âI promise you that you and your friends will get your part.â He says. She looks at him. Though theyâve had fun together these past few days, sheâs well aware of what he is capable of. âIf youâre lying to me and you take the money and run, you can kiss my ass goodbye and Iâll make sure to hunt you down.â He thinks he just fell in love with her.
They walked through the sand holding hands as she wore the pendant. He holds the map as the walks to the location. âRafe.â She said and they look over to see a sand storm starting. âHoly fuck.â âWe gotta move fast.â They didnât get a chance to as they ended up being held at gunpoint. Y/N felt her stomach turn as she realized that there wasnât a way out of this. They were fucked.
âThatâs my brother and my best friend.â Sarah said and took the shot. Y/N screamed and Rafe took her hand and ran. The others followed. Rafe was about to shut the door before they all screamed at him to wait. Y/N laughed as she saw her friends. âYouâre okay.â She breathed out and hugged Sarah. âThank you for saving us.â She said. Rafe refused to give the map over.
âRafe.â Y/N sternly said his name. âYouâre gonna betray me just like everyone else in my life has.â He said to Sarah. Y/N saw him tear up. âRafe no we wonât.â Y/N tried but he stepped away from her. Her jaw dropped. âRafeâŠâ âDad would want us to work together.â Sarah said to him. Rafe always thought that Sarah got him killed but she finally told him. âItâs true Rafe. I was there.â Y/N told him, she had tears in her eyes. Sarah did as well.
âRafe, I'm not going to betray you. Sarah isnât either.â She walked up to him and cupped his face. âRafe, I love you. You can trust me. I promise. And you trust Sarah too.â Rafe looked at her with tears streaming down his face. Sarah hugged him and he looked down lost in thought.
The look in his eyes was heartbreaking. âThis is nice but we have to go.â Kie said. Rafe gives John B the map and Y/N takes the pendant and helps them. Rafe wasnât any help other than complaining. âHeaven.â John B said as the other three paced trying to think. âJohn B hold up the map to the sky.â It was like they shared the idea. He did and she gasped. âGuys look.â He said and they all stared at the map. âWhat is that?â Rafe asked.
It was like luck was in their hands and they were near the crown. Y/N gasped. The crown was somewhere in the sand statue. They all ran as the same storm got worse. âYou guys go back.â Kie said to John B and Sarah. Y/N watched as they ran away. Rafe pulled her along.
The storm was bad. JJ decided he would be the one to get the crown. Y/N gasped as the other people trying to get the crown started shooting at JJ. âIâll go stop them.â Rafe said. âNo.â Y/N grabbed him. âI canât lose you.â âYou wonât. Iâll be back. I love you.â He tells her. âRafe, they will kill you.â Kie says. âIâm a killer too.â He said and ran off. Y/N was so nervous watching JJ and thinking about Rafe. Her and Kie yelling at JJ to hurry up.
JJ was screaming and yelling about the crown and hoped down to the girls. âLook.â He said and showed them. Kie and Y/N looked at each other and gasped. They had it.Â
Y/N ran ahead of them to find Rafe. She yelled his name in hopes that he would hear and that he wasnât hurt or dead. âY/N.â He yelled back and she turned and gasped. He was okay! âYouâre okay!â She said and he picked her up and kissed her. She smiled against his lips. Tears in her eyes. âI told you I would be.â He said. âI love you so much Rafe Cameron.â She said and nudged his nose with hers.
He set her down and kissed her again. âI need to ask you something.â He said and she nodded. âI havenât felt this way about anyone and I havenât been through half the shit we just went through with anyone.â She smiled at his words. He sank to one knee and her smile dropped as her jaw did. âI know this is crazy but so was everything we just went through so I need to know.â He pulled out a ring. Y/N felt tears in her eyes. âItâs my mothers ring.â He states. âWill you marry me?â She let out a sob and nodded.
âYes.â She said and slid the ring on her finger. He stood up and kissed her. âI love you too Y/N Y/L/N.â He said. âWe have to find the others.â She said and the ran in the way she came. Y/N felt so happy about everything. They got the crown and she was engaged to Rafe Cameron. The man she thought she would never fall for. Life was good.
She saw everyone crouched around something. Shoulders shaking. They walked over and she gasped. JJ. âNo.â She said and got on the ground next to him. He wasnât breathing. Tears streaming down her eyes and sobs racked through her body. Rafe fell to the ground to hold her. JJ Maybank, one of her best friends, was dead.Â
Y/N watched as Rafe buried him. She couldnât believe it. Everything was great for like 5 minutes. The crown was gone and so was JJ. Everyone sat around the fire, tears in their eyes as Rafe paced. âIf that was my best friend, I would be out for blood.â Rafe said. âJJ wouldnât sit here and sulk. Heâd want to kill Groff.â Y/N said.
Sarah and Kie agreed. Rafe came and sat next to Y/N. He looked over at her and saw that look in her eyes. He knew it all too well. He, himself, has had that look in his eyes. It was the look of blood, the need and urge to kill. âRevenge.â Kie said. âFor JJ.â Y/N growled.
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