#the tension the steady growing camaraderie

[kckt88]

You Really Got Me.

Summary:

After being dragged to a club by his brother, Aemond meets the girl of his dreams.

Warning(s): Alcohol, Flirting, Banter, Kissing, Smut, Oral Sex M & F Recieving, Multiple Orgasms, P in V sex.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3384

A.N - Shout out to @zeciex for suggesting I write this!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

As the bass thumped through the club, Aemond Targaryen leaned back against the plush leather booth, a tumbler of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His older brother Aegon was at it again, prowling the dance floor in search of his next conquest, his laughter mingling with the music and the chatter of the crowd.

Aemond couldn't help but shake his head at Aegon's antics, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Some things never changed, no matter how old they got. But then, his attention was caught by a figure sitting at the bar.

She was captivating, with long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and a leather jacket over her dress only adding an edge to her ensemble.

Her fingers tapped against her thigh in time with the beat, a subtle rhythm that drew Aemond's gaze like a moth to flame and he found himself unable to look away.

As the music pulsed around them, Aemond felt a surge of courage wash over him. With a glance towards his brother, who was still lost in his pursuit, he made his decision. Setting down his drink, he straightened his jacket and approached the bar, a newfound determination in his step.

It had been a good few months since he’d last took a woman to his bed and tonight, he would take a chance, and see where the night would lead.

With a steady resolve, Aemond made his way through the pulsating crowd towards the bar where the captivating woman sat. As he approached, he couldn't help but admire the graceful way she moved to the music, her presence commanding attention.

Just as he was about to speak, fate intervened in the form of a misstep.

The woman turned at the wrong moment, her sudden movement catching Aemond off guard. Before he could react, their paths collided, and the contents of her drink went tumbling through the air, splashing across the front of his shirt.

"Whoa, I'm so sorry!" Aemond exclaimed, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady her as they both stumbled back from the collision.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise, a look of mortification crossing her features as she took in the mess they had created. "Oh gods, I didn't see you there," she apologized, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

"It's alright, really," Aemond reassured her, offering a warm smile despite the dampness seeping through his shirt. "Accidents happen."

Together, they shared a rueful laugh, the tension of the moment dissipating into shared amusement.

As they both cleaned up the mess, the woman offered a sheepish smile. "I'm Y.N," she introduced herself, her voice soft but carrying a hint of warmth.

"Aemond," he replied, offering his hand with a gentle shake. "Nice to meet you, Y.N, despite the unconventional start."

Y.N's smile widened, a glint of amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Likewise, Aemond. And I must say, you handle unexpected collisions quite well."

Aemond chuckled, a hint of colour rising to his cheeks. "Years of practice," he quipped, enjoying the easy banter that flowed between them.

Feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between them, Aemond gestured towards the bar. "Can I make it up to you by buying you another drink?" he offered, hoping to extend their conversation beyond the initial mishap.

Y.N's lips curved into a playful grin. "I suppose that would be fair compensation," she teased, a sparkle of mischief dancing in her eyes.

With a shared laugh, they made their way to the bar, the music and chatter of the club fading into the background as they continued to get to know each other.

As they settled into a more intimate corner of the club, Aemond and Y.N continued their conversation, their laughter blending seamlessly with the music.

"So, what brought you here tonight?" Aemond asked, genuinely curious about the woman sitting across from him.

Y.N's expression softened, a hint of wistfulness crossing her features. "Honestly, I was just about to leave," she confessed, her voice tinged with a touch of disappointment. "My friends bailed on me, and I didn't really fancy staying here alone."

Aemond's brows furrowed sympathetically, but a playful twinkle lit up his eye. "Well, I suppose luck was on my side then," he remarked with a charming smile. "Because you're not alone anymore."

Y.N's lips curled into a smile, touched by his sincerity. "I suppose you're right," she conceded, a warmth blossoming in her chest at his words.

As the night wore on and their conversation deepened, Aemond and Y.N found themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn't expected. With each shared laugh and exchanged glance, the spark of attraction between them ignited into a blazing flame.

Aemond leaned in closer, his voice low and husky as he teased Y.N with playful banter. "You know, I must say, you're quite the captivating presence," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his tone.

Y.N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and delight as she returned his gaze, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped, her smile playful yet inviting.

Their flirtatious exchange continued, a dance of words and glances that spoke volumes without the need for further explanation.

Aemond couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards Y.N, her wit and charm captivating him in ways he hadn't anticipated. And as he watched her laugh and playfully toss her hair, he knew that he wanted nothing more than to explore where this newfound attraction would lead.

For Y.N, the feeling was mutual, her heart racing with excitement as she found herself falling deeper under Aemond's spell. In his presence, she felt alive in a way she hadn't in a long time, her every nerve tingling with anticipation.

As the night progressed and the chemistry between them intensified, Y.N found herself drawn to the subtle intricacies of Aemond's appearance. With a gentle touch, she reached out to tuck a stray strand of his long, silver hair behind his ear, her fingertips lingering against his skin.

"You know," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "You have to be one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat at her words, a rush of warmth flooding through him at the sincerity in her gaze. He met her eyes, his own blue orbs reflecting a depth of emotion that words could scarcely capture.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of humility and gratitude. "That's-quite the compliment."

Y.N smiled, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of him. "I mean it," she insisted, her fingers trailing lightly along his jawline. "Your sharp features, the colour of your eye-it’s truly mesmerizing".

“-And the eyepatch and scar?” mused Aemond.

“Proves that you’re a survivor” replied Y.N smiling.

Y.N's gaze lingered on Aemond's profile, the soft glow of the club's lights casting gentle shadows across his features.

With a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, she couldn't help but voice her admiration.

"You know, Aemond, your side profile is absolutely incredible," she remarked, her voice hushed yet filled with genuine appreciation.

Aemond turned to face her, a faint blush tinting his cheeks at the unexpected compliment. "Really?" he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

Y.N nodded, her eyes tracing the elegant curve of his jawline and the noble slope of his nose. "Yes, really," she affirmed, her tone earnest. "There's something about the way the light catches your features-it's like you were sculpted by an artist."

Aemond's heart fluttered at her words, a warmth spreading through him at the sincerity in her gaze. In Y.N's eyes, he felt seen in a way that went beyond mere physical appearance, a recognition of the uniqueness that defined him.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with gratitude.

Aemond found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to Y.N. With a silent exchange of longing glances, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion between them.

In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Y.N's lips against his own, soft yet electrifying. Aemond's heart thundered in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way to Y.N's waist, pulling her closer to him.

Y.N responded eagerly, her arms winding around Aemond's neck as she melted into his embrace.

As their kiss finally broke, leaving them both breathless and flushed with desire, Aemond gazed into Y.N's eyes, a question lingering unspoken between them.

"Y.N," he began, his voice husky with emotion, "Would you like to-go back to my flat?"

Y.N's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet longing that mirrored his own.

With a surge of elation coursing through him, Aemond took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers as they made their way through the throng of people towards the exit.

As they reached the door, Aemond fumbled for his keys, his fingers trembling with anticipation. With a satisfying click, the door swung open, and they stumbled into the dimly lit interior, their bodies pressed together as their kisses grew deeper, more urgent.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I’m sure-“ replied Y.N as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him for another kiss, the tongues gently caressing one another.

Aemond’s hands then slipped her leather jacket off her shoulders and draped it over the back of a chair before he took her face in his hands and ran his tongue over her lips, eliciting a low moan from Y.N.

His long fingers sliding up the back of her neck and into her hair, his forehead resting against hers.

“So beautiful” whispered Aemond.

“I-I want to see you” muttered Y.N softly.

Aemond hesitated, he never took his eyepatch off around anyone except his mother, brothers, and sister.

But there was something about Y.N that instantly made him feel comfortable, so with a deep breath Aemond slipped his fingers under the strap of his eyepatch and pulled it from his head.

Y.N stood silent she stared at the scar the bisected his cheek, extending through his eyebrow. The sapphire that he’d placed in the eye socket, glinted in the moonlight.

“You are-so-beautiful” whispered Y.N as she leaned forward and placed a number of kisses along his scarred cheek and over the sapphire.

Aemond closed his eye in delight at the tender gesture, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“Hmmm” rasped Aemond as he ran his thumb over Y.N’s bottom lip, his eye going wide as she opened her mouth and nipped at his thumb before sucking it into her mouth.

Aemond could feel his eye roll into the back of head, fuck his cock was throbbing.

“Please-“ moaned Y.N

Aemond removed his thumb and quickly shed his jacket before throwing it on the sofa.

Wasting no time, he pulled Y.N to him, his lips once again claiming hers.

He put his arm around her waist and kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as she moaned into his mouth. His tongue pushing against hers.

Y.N ran her fingers across his lithe body. His muscles rippled under her fingertips.

She unbuttoned the white shirt he wore, placing feathery kisses on his sparsely haired chest as the shirt was removed.

Her fingers toying with the silver cross chain he wore.

Groaning against her creamy smooth skin, he kissed her neck, sucking on the delicate flesh as she leaned into him, enjoying his every touch.

Her dress felt heavy on her. She wanted to be rid of it. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. She reluctantly broke free of his embrace and turned her back to him moving her hair out of the way.

His fingers trembled as he grasped the zip to her dress and pulled it down, the sound echoed through the quiet apartment, and he pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

Using his long fingers, he freed her from the confinements of her dress, and it fell to join his shirt on the floor.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, which excited him to no end.

Goosebumps appeared where his fingers moved over her. Cupping her ample breasts from behind, Aemond pulled Y.N against his chest. Burying himself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin whilst his fingers massaged the soft mounds and played with her hardened nipples.

Aemond turned her to face him. Kissing her again, he trailed kisses down her body and took a rosy nipple in his mouth. Sucking on the aroused bud, he bit down lightly, earning a low moan from deep within her.

He continued his actions on the other breast and kissed past her stomach until he knelt before her. Her fingers in his hair tightened as he ran the tips of his fingers from her stomach down to her core.

Slowly he hooked his thumbs on the sides of her knickers and pulled them down.

 Fuck she was dripping, and it was all for him. He could not wait to taste her. Somehow, he knew she would taste delicious.

Y.N delicately stepped out of the lacy material, and Aemond's long fingers grasped her buttocks. His fingers dug into her delicate flesh.

He felt her lean in eagerly. Gently he swiped his tongue across her hairless pussy, instant gratification as her fingers tightened their hold on his head, and a low moan left her lips.

Aemond smirked. Using his tongue, he gained access to her wet, pink folds. She tasted fucking amazing. Aemond enthusiastically ran his tongue along her slit, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit.

Y.N effortlessly placed a leg on his shoulder, spreading her thighs for better access. Oh, how he welcomed it.

Her clit was a swollen mass of pleasure waiting to explode. He pressed his tongue hard on it and sucked on her pulsating womanhood. Again and again, he felt her squirm. He felt her heat, she was so close.

Y.N felt the flow of heat accumulate behind her navel as she hovered on the cusp of orgasm. She let out a loud moan as she intricately spun a bundle of nerves that exploded within her.

"Fuck!" Y.N cried and buckled under the weight of her release.

Wave upon wave of unbridled passion unleashed within her as an earth-shattering orgasm tore throughout her body. Her slick juices dripped down his lips and chin. He didn't stop until she was utterly spent.

Pushing his tongue further in, he fucked her with his tongue till her orgasm ceased.

"Aemond," whimpered Y.N as she began to wobble.

Smirking, Aemond rose to his feet and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Y.N regained her composure and keenly clung to him, returning his kisses while undoing the button of his trousers.

Not skipping a single step as she directed him backwards towards the sofa.

Kissing him full on the mouth, her fingers stroked his body, not missing an inch of flesh.

She marvelled at the feel of his body. It was so lithe and fit. Trailing kisses past his stomach, she came face to face with his sizeable bulge.

Biting down on her lip, kneeling between his legs she pulled his trousers and boxers down his shapely legs and threw them next to her.

Even in the dim light, Aemond could see she was impressed. His rock-hard shaft stood up, eagerly awaiting its reward.

Y.N bent her head and licked a line from his balls to his pulsating head.

Aemond groaned aloud as she clasped her fingers around his girth and moved her hand up and down the hard shaft. Y.N enjoyed his slow torture. She smirked and licked the underside of his cock.

"Y.N-" whimpered Aemond.

His eye closed, and he felt her tongue at his head, licking the pre-cum that oozed out.

Without warning, she took him in whole, deep-throating his length. Aemond knew he would not last, he could not hold back any longer, but gods he did not want her to stop.

She was sucking on him, her lips tightening around his cock as she built a beautiful pace.

"NO!" groaned Aemond and Y.N withdrew.

She barely had time to react. Before he grabbed her around the waist and moved her on top.

“I-have condoms-somewhere” mumbled Aemond.

“I’m on the pill and clean-“ exclaimed Y.N her eyes going wide as Aemond lined up his cock with her entrance and sheathed himself inside her with one hard thrust.

Y.N moaned as Aemond withdrew and entered into her repeatedly.

Faster and faster. Harder and deeper, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

"Please don't stop," cried out Y.N

"I have no intention of stopping" growled Aemond, his feet planted firmly on the floor to allow him to increase the intensity of his thrusts.

A satisfied smile spread across his face as he quickened and angled his movements, so his cock rubbed on that special place inside her.

Aemond was mesmerized by the sight of Y.N’s breasts bouncing in front of him and unbale to resist any longer he surged forward, his mouth wrapping around one rosy bud.

His teeth and tongue teasing the stiffened peak.

“Gods-yes Aemond” shrieked Y.N as she bounced on his cock, her hands coiled in is long silver hair.

“That’s it baby-take it-take all of me” growled Aemond leaning back as he moved Y.N’s hips in time with his thrusts.

“Oh gods-” wailed Y.N.

“That’s it-FUCK Y.N” groaned Aemond as he took hold of her and quickly manoeuvred her onto her back, his cock never leaving the warm wetness of her as he began to pound into her, the sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing around his apartment.

“P-Please Aemond. Don’t stop. Don’t stop-“ whimpered Y.N.

“Come for me baby-come for me” growled Aemond as he felt her clenching around him.

“AEMOND” screamed Y.N as she exploded, her nails digging into his back.

Aemond held back for as long as he could, but his release was upon him.

Surrounded by her wetness, he closed his eye.

With a final hard thrust, he spilled rope after rope of his seed.

He muffled his groans into her mouth as she hung onto him, kissing him fervently.

Only once she milked him dry did he collapse on top of her. She held him close to her body, whispering words of comfort and satisfaction while running her fingers down his back.

The sweat on his back stung against the scraps her nails made.

As they lay entwined on the sofa, their bodies bare and glistening with the remnants of their shared passion, Aemond and Y.N savoured the quiet intimacy of the moment. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle halo around their entangled forms.

Aemond's fingers traced lazy patterns across Y.N's skin, his touch tender and reverent as he explored the contours of her body.

With a contented sigh, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together.

In the stillness of the night, a silent thanks drifted through Aemond's mind, directed towards Aegon, who had unwittingly led him to the club where he had found Y.N.

Aemond couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't want this to be just another fleeting encounter. With Y.N nestled against him, her warmth radiating against his skin, he felt a longing stir within him—a desire to see her again, to explore the depths of their connection beyond the confines of this single night.

Gathering his courage, Aemond brushed a stray lock of hair from Y.N's face, his voice soft yet resolute. "Y.N," he began, his heart pounding in his chest, "I don't want this to end here. Would you-would you like to go on a date with me?"

Y.N's eyes lit up with delight, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she looked up at him with a sparkle of excitement. "Yes," she replied, her voice brimming with warmth and affection. "I would love to."

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Day One of Training

Jack Hughes x fem!reader, Nico Hischier x fem!reader, Luke Hughes x fem!reader, Dawson Mercer x fem!reader, Trevor Zegras x fem!reader, Matt Rempe x fem!reader, Matthew Kines x fem!reader, Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

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The first day of Devils' training camp is a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. As you pull the bright red jersey over your head, the weight of it on your shoulders feels equal parts exhilarating and daunting. The fabric clings to you, emblazoned with your name and number, a physical reminder that you belong here now. The locker room buzzes with energy, a symphony of laughter, chatter, and the occasional clang of gear being tossed around. Amidst it all, your gaze drifts to a familiar sight: Luke Hughes, wearing his #43 with a confident swagger, easily commanding the attention of the room.

When your eyes meet, he flashes that signature grin—half mischief, half genuine warmth—and suddenly, you’re transported back to those college days at UMich. You remember the late-night study sessions, the locker-room jokes, and the unspoken understanding that you both shared as athletes navigating a world that didn’t always take you seriously. In a moment, you’re reminded that not everything has changed.

“Look at us,” Luke says, pulling you into a quick side hug that feels like home. “Same team again. Just like we planned.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s impossible not to smile. Luke is one of the few who really gets it—what it was like to be the girl in college hockey, holding your own in a world dominated by men. He knows the challenges you’ve faced, the moments of doubt, and the relentless push to prove yourself. Now, here you are, ready to do it all over again at the highest level, and it feels surreal.

Before you can get lost in your thoughts, Jack Hughes saunters over, his easy grin spreading across his face like sunshine. “Finally! Someone to keep Luke in line,” he teases, throwing an arm around his brother’s shoulders. The playful banter instantly lightens the mood, easing the tension that had been creeping in. You chuckle, realizing just how quickly you’re falling into this dynamic.

Moments later, Nico Hischier and Dawson Mercer join the group, adding their own flavor to the mix. Nico’s warm, steady presence grounds you; he has this way of making everything seem manageable, even when the pressure is mounting. He flashes you a reassuring smile, and it’s like a silent promise that you’re not in this alone. Meanwhile, Dawson’s infectious energy keeps you on your toes. He’s always quick with a laugh, and you find yourself easing into the group, letting go of the last vestiges of nervousness that had clung to you.

In that moment, surrounded by laughter and camaraderie, you realize that you’re still getting used to being one of the guys—being accepted and respected without hesitation—but with Luke, Jack, Nico, and Dawson, it already feels like home. The bond you’re forming with them is palpable, a shared understanding that transcends words.

As the day unfolds, the chatter grows louder, filled with the promise of what’s to come. You take a deep breath, the scent of fresh ice and adrenaline filling your lungs, and for the first time since arriving, you feel a sense of belonging wash over you. This is just the beginning, and you’re ready to embrace every moment of it.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Shadow and Paws

Chapter 6: Threads of connection Shadows and Paws

Pairing: Task Force 141 x reader

AU: Hybrid 141 x hybrid reader

Warnings: fluff, boys and Foxy talking about their future

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, i’m currently working on making another story that is also a 141 fanfic but stay tuned for that release!

Word Count: 1.1k

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The fire flickered in the center of their camp, its golden glow painting warm streaks on the group’s faces as night tightened its grip on the forest. It had been another long day of scouting, fighting off the occasional rogue hybrid, and navigating the tension-filled balance between predator and prey. Yet, as they sat together now, there was a calm that felt almost foreign—like the quiet before a storm they couldn’t yet see.

Foxy leaned back against the base of a tree, tail resting lightly on the ground as their amber eyes flicked over the group. For a long time, they had kept their walls up, believing that relying on anyone else was a weakness. But those walls were showing cracks now. It wasn’t just the lingering warmth of the fire that settled in their chest but the presence of the four men who had, despite their differences, begun to carve out a space in their life.

Captain Price sat closest to the fire, his broad shoulders hunched as he meticulously cleaned his weapon. His movements were steady, almost methodical, but his eyes gave him away. Every so often, he would glance toward Foxy, as if making sure they were still there. Price was a man of duty, of unshakable focus, but tonight, something softer lingered beneath his usual stoicism. For all his years of command, he had never quite encountered someone like Foxy. They were wild, untamed, yet carried a sharpness and cunning that he couldn’t help but respect. And if he was being honest with himself, the idea of leaving them behind once this mission ended was starting to gnaw at him.

Gaz perched on a rock nearby, his falcon-sharp gaze fixed on the horizon even as his hands worked on his gear. He exuded calm, his usual easy confidence wrapping around him like a second skin, but inside, he felt the tug of unease. They were growing closer, that much was undeniable, but Gaz wasn’t sure how to process it. Foxy had managed to challenge him in ways he hadn’t expected—both in the field and emotionally. The thought of leaving them behind felt wrong, like abandoning part of his own flock. And yet, he hadn’t found the words to express that.

Soap, sprawled out near Price with his head resting on his hands, watched the fire with a distant look in his eyes. His usual energy was tempered tonight, though the occasional twitch of his tail gave away his restlessness. For all his jokes and lightheartedness, Soap was struggling to push down the knot in his chest. He had always been the type to dive headfirst into connections, to throw his heart into the people he cared about, and Foxy was no exception. But what would happen when they had to leave? He couldn’t shake the image of their sly grin, their quick wit, the way they moved like the forest itself had shaped them. The idea of walking away felt unbearable.

Ghost lingered in the shadows, as he always did. He leaned against a tree, his mask blending seamlessly into the dark. Outwardly, he was the same: quiet, imposing, a figure you’d hesitate to approach unless absolutely necessary. But inside, Ghost was wrestling with something he hadn’t expected. Foxy had slipped past his defenses in a way that no one else had. They were unpredictable, capable, and, to his own surprise, they had earned his trust. He told himself it was just camaraderie, that it was logical to value them as an ally. But that didn’t explain the way his chest tightened at the thought of leaving them behind, or the way his gaze lingered on them when he thought no one was watching.

Foxy, for their part, was caught in their own web of thoughts. The group had started out as strangers, intruding on their territory, disrupting the quiet life they had built for themselves. But now? They weren’t so sure. They had never let anyone get this close before—not since losing the people they once called family. Yet, here they were, sharing meals, stories, and moments that felt… safe. Foxy wasn’t used to safety. And the realization that they didn’t want this to end scared them more than any rogue ever could.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Price said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but there was a weight to it that made Foxy look up.

“Just thinking,” Foxy replied, their tail curling tighter around their legs.

“About what?” Gaz asked, his tone curious but kind.

Foxy hesitated, their gaze flicking between the four of them. “About what happens when this is over. When you go back to your lives.”

The air shifted. It wasn’t the kind of question anyone had wanted to ask, but now that it was out there, none of them could avoid it.

“We’ll go back to base,” Price said eventually, though his voice lacked its usual certainty.

Soap sat up, his brows furrowed. “And what? Just pretend like none of this happened?”

“Would you want to?” Foxy asked, their voice sharper than they intended. “Pretend?”

Soap didn’t answer right away, his tail flicking behind him as he searched for the right words. “No,” he said finally. “I wouldn’t.”

“Neither would I,” Gaz added, his falcon-sharp gaze now fixed on Foxy. “But it’s not that simple.”

“It could be,” Foxy said softly, though they weren’t sure if they believed it. “If you wanted it to be.”

Ghost’s voice cut through the quiet then, low and deliberate. “And what about you?”

Foxy looked at him, their heart pounding. “What about me?”

“Do you want us to stay?” he asked, his gaze never wavering.

Foxy’s throat tightened. For so long, they had convinced themselves that they didn’t need anyone—that they were better off alone. But now? Now they weren’t so sure. “I don’t know,” they admitted. “But I don’t want you to go.”

The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. For a moment, no one spoke. Then, Price cleared his throat, his expression softening. “This isn’t something we need to figure out tonight,” he said. “But whatever happens, we’re not walking away from this. From you.”

Foxy’s chest ached at his words, and for the first time in years, they felt something they thought they’d lost: hope.

“Good,” they said quietly. “Because I don’t think I could go back to being alone.”

Soap grinned, his usual playfulness returning. “Guess you’re stuck with us then, eh?”

Foxy couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing just a little. “Looks like it.”

As the fire crackled on, the group began to talk—not about the mission, not about the future, but about memories, stories, the things that made them who they were. And for the first time, Foxy let themselves believe that maybe, just maybe, they had found a place where they truly belonged.

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End of Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

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BESTFRIENDS pt 3…

Summary: you and Noah decided to keep your friendship, and just have casual sex. Until Noah gets jealous…

Warnings: smut, pure filthy smut.

A/N: yall really liked part 1 and part 2 of this, so I decided to do a part 3!!!

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the backyard with a golden hue as the smell of grilled burgers filled the air. Laughter drifted from our friends gathered around the patio, drinks clinking as we toasted to summer and good times. I leaned back in my chair, sipping on a cold drink, enjoying the camaraderie and warmth of the moment.

Noah, stood with Matt who was expertly flipped burgers and chatted with him and a couple of friends. I admired the way the sunlight caught his tousled hair and the easy way he carried himself. My mind briefly flickered back to the two times we had crossed that invisible line between friendship and something more. It had been thrilling yet confusing, and we had mutually agreed to keep it casual.

Everything was perfect—until a guy I’ve never seen before, sauntered over. He was charming and handsome, with an easy smile that lit up his face. I noticed how Noah’s demeanor shifted as he saw Jake leaning close to me, his arm casually draped over my shoulders as he cracked jokes and laughed. I felt a twinge of discomfort, but Jake's charisma was infectious, and I found myself playing along with the banter.

Noah’s laughter had faded as he watched the scene unfold. I could feel the heat of his gaze burning into my back, but I chose to ignore it. Instead, I smiled at Jake, engaging in playful conversation while Noah stood there, jealousy evident in his brown eyes.

Minutes passed like hours, and after Jake rested his hand on my thigh, I decided the moment had gone on long enough. “Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom,” I said, rising from my chair and making my way inside.

As soon as I stepped into the dimly lit bathroom, the door swung back open behind me. I startled at the sudden intrusion, and my heart raced as I turned to see Noah standing there, his expression intense and stormy.

“What are you doing, Noah?” I asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity in my tone.

“I don’t like the way he was talking to you, or touching you,” Noah said, his voice low and steady. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, a protective fierceness that sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re mine, and I don’t want anyone else thinking they can just come in and touch you like that.”

I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his possessiveness. “Noah, it was just harmless flirting. We’re friends, remember?” I teased.

He took a step closer, closing and locking the door behind him. “Friends don’t let other guys get all touchy-feely with them,” he replied, his voice dropping to a murmur. He quickly spun me around towards the mirror, pressing his chest to my back, caging against the counter. “You belong to me. I feel something for you, and I know you do too. Fuck being casual.”

The air thickened with tension, and I could feel my pulse quickening. Part of me wanted to push back against his assertiveness, to remind him of the boundaries we had both agreed to, but another part of me was intrigued, exhilarated even, by his sudden shift.

“Do I?” I asked, pressing my back against his chest harder, my heart fluttering. His gaze bore into me through the mirror, unwavering.

“Yes,” he said firmly, running his hand down my chest, to the top of my bikini bottoms. “You may not want to admit it, but deep down, you know it too. There is something deeper between us. more than just friendship.”

I remained silent, pondering his words. Was this the moment we had both been avoiding? The possibility of redefining our relationship loomed heavy in the air.

“Noah,” I whispered, hesitating. But he cut me off, sliding his fingers into my bottoms, swiping his middle finger through my soaked folds. I quietly moaned, softly grinding my ass against his growing bulge.

“I know I’m not great at expressing myself,” he said, vulnerability creeping into his voice. “But I care about you. A lot. I don’t want to see you with someone else—not like that.”

His touch and intensity sent my heart racing. I searched his face, trying to read the emotions swirling behind those dark eyes. The tension was palpable, like a wire pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Do you really mean that?” I whispered, unsure if I was ready for whatever came next. His two middle fingers swiftly entered my aching hole, as I gasped hanging my head forward, resting my hands in front of me on the counter.

“More than anything,” he admitted, his voice softening as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the side of my neck.

In that moment, the lingering doubts melted away, replaced by a rush of clarity and desire. I nodded, finally allowing myself to accept what had been simmering beneath the surface. Noah was right; we had something special—something worth exploring.

Before I could change my mind, I lifted my head back up, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Then show me.”

With a wicked glint in his eyes, Noah quickly pulled his fingers out of me, grabbing the tied knots on each side of my bikini bottoms, pulling them loose, letting them fall to the floor. Next his hands flew to my chest, grabbing the cups of my top, pulling them apart, my tits falling free.

His hand came up around my throat, pulling me flat against his chest, his other than softly rubbing and pulling on my nipples. I released a ragged breath, enjoying every second. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll fucking show you.” His hand around my throat, roughly turned my head as far as it would go toward him, and his lips captured mine in a heated kiss.

I moaned into his mouth, as he finally pulled his lips away, making me whine. His large palm met my back, bending me completely over the counter top. “You really think I was gonna be okay with how he touched you out there?” He asked, his palms squeezing my ass cheeks, one coming down, leaving a harsh slap against me. I whimpered, a small smirk forming on my lips.

I found his eyes in the mirror again, before speaking. “Oh, come on. It was just harmless fun.” His became wild, as he left another sharp slap on my other ass cheek. “Harmless? Because to me it looked like he was ready to fuck the shit out of you, just like I’m about to do.” He grunted, shoving the same two fingers back into my throbbing cunt. I moaned, never breaking eye contact with him. Seeing him be so jealous and possessive was sexy. I decided to rile him up just a little more. “And what if I wanted him to? What would you do about it?”

His demeanor went darker, his eyes zeroing in on my face. He leaned forward, hovering over my back. His palms flat against the top of the counter top, on either side of me. His fully hard dick, pressing into my aching core, no doubt leaving the front of his shorts soaked. “You know exactly what I’d do.” His voice low. “I’d remind you exactly who you belong to.”

I felt a shiver shoot down my spine, at his dominant aura. I loved this side of him. I needed more. I playfully bit my lip, feeling the tension rise even more. “Is that a threat or a promise?” He leaned back up, eyes never leaving me. A small smirk adorning his plush lips. “You tell me.” Before I could even think of a response, he grabbed my hips, thrusting fully inside of me,

My whole body jerked forward from the power of his thrusts. “Just look at you…you’re so beautiful baby. I just can’t get enough of you.” His hips never faltered. I could feel mine digging into the edge of the counter top, but the pleasure completely outweighed the pain. “Fuck Noah…please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. I was losing my mind. He was quiet literally, fucking me stupid.

His hips suddenly slowed, but he continued thrusting hard. The pleasure I was feeling was indescribable, my fingers gripping the counter. I was a whiny, moaning mess. Our eyes once again met in the mirror, as I slowly started thrusting my own hips back against him, meeting his thrusts. He released a deep moan, throwing his head back before looking down between us. The sight of him disappearing inside of me, driving him wild.

A shiver ran through me as I leaned further into the counter, reveling in the sensation, the connection between us. "It feels so good, Noah," I whispered, unable to hold back my sounds. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re mine, right?” he murmured, his voice low and intense. His thrusts slowed down, his hips bumping against my ass over and over softly. His hand grasped the hair at the back of my head, pulling it back til my head touched his shoulder. “Say it baby.” He panted softly in my ear.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he kept the slow rythem of his thrusts going, the counter cool against my now surely bruised hips. “Yes,” I managed to whisper, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment. “You’re so pretty like this, all filled up with my cock.” I groaned at his words, taking everything he would give me.

“No one else gets to see you like this do they?” He asked, his thrusts still slow, but becoming rougher. I bit my lip, lost in the feeling of him stretching me open deliciously. “I only want you,” I whined, my voice shaky. A cocky smirk crossed his face as he stood back up, gripping my hips tight. “Good.” Was all he said before pulling out, and lifting me onto the counter. In no time, he pushed my thighs apart a hand under each of knees, spreading them open as far as they’d go.

Before I could even catch my breath, he was thrusting into me again mercilessly. My hands flew to the counter top underneath me, holding myself up as best as I could. I looked down watching his dick thrust in and out of me, making me lose my mind. I could barely think straight, drowning in the mix of his words and the beautiful way our bodies moved together. “Noah… I...” I let out a ragged moan, cutting my words short.

His thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued thrusting, and speaking in that deep, husky tone. “What is it, baby Tell me.” He teased, his eyes staring deep into mine. Making everything that much hotter. “I’m gonna cum” I breathed out, surrendering completely to the pleasure.

“I know baby, let go for me.” He groaned, speeding up his thrusts. I moaned, my arms finally giving out. As I fell against the mirror, the glass cool against my back, only adding to the pleasure my body felt. My eyes left his, looking down between us. My mouth hung open, releasing moan after moan. “You’re driving me crazy y/n” he grunted, close to finishing himself.

That’s all it took, I felt my body tense up. My pussy tightening around him, as he gasped. His hands leaving my thighs, now resting on the counter by my hips. “Fuck Noah” I whined, as I reached my peak, finally releasing all over him. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out finishing all over my stomach, dripping down my swollen pussy.

Once we caught our breaths, he finally looked up at me. Both of us smiling like idiots. “I don’t think we can come back from this.” My hands cupped his cheeks, bringing into a soft kiss. I rested my forehead against his, our lips barely touching. “I don’t think I want to.” I whispered, with a small smile. He stared at me for a few seconds before smiling wild. “Me either….I lov-“ a loud banging on the bathroom door, interrupted our small bubble we had created in the small bathroom, making us jump.

“YO I GOTT PISS HURRY UP!” Jolly’s voice yelled through the door. We laughed, as Noah quickly cleaned me off, helping me tie my bottoms back on. Once we were both decent, Noah opened the door with me following behind. Jolly looked at Noah as soon as he opened the door. “Damn dude what were you doing in-“ his eyes instantly met mine cutting his words short. The knowing smirk that appeared on his lips made me blush in embarrassment.

He looked back at Noah and then me, walking past us and into the bathroom, mumbling. “Bout damn time.” Me and Noah both looked at each other, as jolly disappeared into the bathroom. We laughed at his comment. He doesn’t even know…

[jaefluenza]

Mountain High | Jjh.

genre: adventure, fluff

characters: jeong jaehyun x reader, jungwoo, taeyong, mark, winter, giselle

3,890 words

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍃˚.⛰️⋆☁️

The sky above the mountain was a deep, clear blue when two hiking groups set out on their journey. The sun beamed down on the verdant trails, promising a day filled with adventure. Little did they know, the mountain had other plans.

Jaehyun, Taeyong, Jungwoo, and Mark were the epitome of camaraderie as they led the charge up the trail. These four were seasoned hikers, their banter and laughter ringing out like a steady drumbeat as they navigated the rough terrain.

Not far behind them was you, Giselle, and Winter. The three of you were no strangers to adventure, having tackled trails from the rugged to the serene. But today, something felt different—there was an edge to the air that none of you could quite place.

“We should catch up with the boys,” Winter suggested, glancing back at you and Giselle as you paused at a scenic overlook. “It’ll be fun to hike together, don’t you think?”

Giselle smiled mischievously, “Or maybe we just want to hear more of their ridiculous stories. Mark’s got a new one about Taeyong and a goat, apparently.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’m sure that’s exactly what we need on this hike. Besides, I think they’re trying to outpace us.”

The three of you pushed on, determined to close the gap. The trail wound through dense forests, each step a rhythm in the heartbeat of the mountain. The air was crisp, the scent of pine mingling with the earthy aroma of the soil beneath your boots. But as you climbed higher, the trees thickened, and the sky became less visible through the canopy.

Unbeknownst to any of you, dark clouds were gathering in the distance.

Jaehyun slowed his pace, allowing the others to walk ahead. Something about the shifting wind didn’t sit right with him. He paused, scanning the horizon, noticing the ominous clouds creeping over the peaks.

Taeyong caught Jaehyun’s gaze. “What’s up, man? You see something?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun replied, his brow furrowing. “Weather looks like it’s about to turn. We should be careful.”

Mark, ever the optimist, laughed. “It’s just a few clouds. We’ve handled worse.”

Jungwoo shrugged, but Jaehyun’s unease lingered. The group continued on, their conversation growing quieter as the sky began to darken.

By the time your group caught up with them, the first rumbles of thunder echoed through the mountains. You could feel the change in the air, a tension building with every step. The lighthearted atmosphere from earlier was replaced by a collective sense of unease.

“Looks like we’re in for a storm,” you remarked, drawing closer to Jaehyun. His expression was serious, his eyes fixed on the clouds that now dominated the sky.

“Yeah,” he nodded, his voice steady. “We should think about finding some shelter soon, just in case it gets bad.”

Winter glanced around nervously. “Do you think we’ll make it back down before it hits?”

Giselle looked up at the sky, biting her lip. “Maybe, but it’s a long way back. We could be caught in the middle of it.”

Just then, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the trees, sending a shiver down your spine. The storm was coming fast, too fast. The six of you exchanged glances, silently agreeing that the best course of action was to keep moving, but at a quicker pace.

As you continued up the mountain, the storm descended. What began as a drizzle quickly turned into a downpour, the rain relentless as it soaked through your clothes. The wind howled through the trees, making it hard to hear anything but the storm’s fury.

It wasn’t long before the trail became treacherous, the ground turning into a slick, muddy mess. The once steady rhythm of your steps faltered as each of you struggled to keep your footing. And then, as if to emphasize the mountain’s power, a bolt of lightning cracked through the sky, followed by a deafening boom of thunder.

Panic set in as the realization hit: you were all in serious danger. The storm was far worse than anyone had anticipated, and the trail was quickly becoming impassable.

“We need to find cover!” Jaehyun shouted over the wind, his voice barely audible. “We can’t stay out in this!”

The group scrambled to find shelter, eyes darting through the rain-slicked trees. But in the chaos, it was hard to stay together. The rain obscured your vision, the storm disorienting, and in the confusion, you were separated from the others.

You looked around frantically, trying to locate your friends, but the storm was too strong. The rain pounded down, the wind whipping your hair into your face. You couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of you.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure moving through the trees. You called out, and when they turned toward you, you recognized Jaehyun. Relief washed over you as he made his way toward you, his expression mirroring your own concern.

“We got separated from the others,” he shouted over the storm. “We need to find some kind of shelter until this passes!”

You nodded, trusting him to lead the way. The two of you pushed forward through the storm, your hearts pounding in your chests as you searched for anything that could provide some cover. The storm was relentless, the wind so strong it felt like it could knock you off your feet at any moment.

After what felt like an eternity, Jaehyun spotted a small cave nestled into the side of the mountain. He grabbed your hand, pulling you toward it. You stumbled inside, grateful for the temporary respite from the storm.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍃˚.⛰️⋆☁️

The cave was small, but it was dry, and that was all that mattered. You collapsed against the wall, catching your breath as Jaehyun crouched beside you, his gaze still wary.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now that you were out of the storm.

You nodded, though your heart was still racing. “Yeah… I’m okay. Just… I didn’t expect it to get this bad.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted, running a hand through his wet hair. “But we’ll be okay here for now. We just need to wait it out.”

The storm raged outside, the wind howling like a wild beast. You could hear the rain hammering against the rocks, the occasional rumble of thunder echoing through the cave. But in here, it was almost peaceful—safe, even.

As the adrenaline from the escape began to fade, you became more aware of your surroundings. The cave was dark, the only light coming from the occasional flash of lightning outside. You could feel the chill seeping into your bones, your wet clothes clinging to your skin.

Jaehyun noticed your shivering and immediately shrugged off his jacket, offering it to you. “Here, take this. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

You hesitated for a moment, but the cold was too much to bear. “Thanks,” you murmured, accepting the jacket and wrapping it around yourself. It was warm, carrying the faint scent of pine and something distinctly Jaehyun. It helped, but the cold wasn’t the only thing making you shiver.

There was a tension between the two of you now, a silent understanding that you were alone together, isolated from the rest of the world by the storm. The cave, small as it was, felt intimate, and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart skipped a beat when Jaehyun’s gaze lingered on you a little too long.

To break the silence, you forced a smile. “Well, this is one way to make a hike memorable.”

Jaehyun chuckled, his smile easing some of the tension. “Yeah, not exactly what I had in mind when I signed up for this, but I guess we’re getting the full experience.”

“Surviving in the wilderness with just our wits and whatever we can scrounge up?” you teased. “I feel like we’re in one of those survival reality shows.”

Jaehyun grinned, his dimples appearing. “Except without the camera crew. We’re on our own here.”

The storm raged on, but the conversation brought a sense of normalcy to the situation. Jaehyun’s presence was comforting, his calm demeanor grounding you. Even as the wind howled and the rain pelted the cave entrance, you felt a little less afraid knowing he was there with you.

After a while, the conversation died down, and the two of you sat in companionable silence, listening to the storm outside. Your mind began to wander, thoughts drifting back to the rest of your group. You couldn’t help but worry about them, hoping they had found shelter as well.

Jaehyun seemed to sense your concern. “They’ll be okay,” he said softly, as if reading your thoughts. “Taeyong, Jungwoo, Mark… they’re all experienced. And your friends are tough too.”

You nodded, but the worry lingered. “I know. It’s just… this storm came out of nowhere. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Me neither,” he agreed, his voice thoughtful. “But storms like this can blow over quickly. Hopefully, it’ll be gone by morning, and we can find the others.”

His optimism was infectious, and you found yourself hoping he was right. For now, though, there was nothing to do but wait.

As the storm continued its relentless assault outside, you and Jaehyun both realized that spending the night in the cave was inevitable. The temperature was dropping, and the cold, damp air was beginning to gnaw at your bones.

Jaehyun, always practical, decided it was time to do something about it. He reached for his backpack, which had somehow remained mostly dry, and began rummaging through it.

“Let’s get a fire going,” he said, his tone determined. “We’ll need it to stay warm through the night.”

You nodded in agreement, though you weren’t sure how he planned to start a fire in such conditions. The rain had soaked everything, and it seemed impossible to find anything dry enough to use as kindling.

But Jaehyun seemed undeterred. He pulled out a compact, waterproof case from his bag and opened it to reveal an array of survival tools. There was a small hatchet, a flint striker, and even a few packets of tinder.

“Wow,” you remarked, impressed. “You came prepared.”

Jaehyun chuckled, glancing up at you with a grin. “I’ve done a few hikes like this before. It pays to be ready for anything.”

As he began to arrange a small pile of tinder and sticks, you knelt down beside him, eager to help. “What can I do?”

“Here,” he handed you the flint striker, showing you how to use it. “Try getting a spark going while I find some more dry wood.”

You took the striker, feeling the cool metal in your hand, and began striking it against the flint. It took a few tries, but eventually, a spark caught on the tinder, and you blew on it gently, encouraging the small flame.

Jaehyun returned with more wood, which he carefully placed around the growing fire. The flames crackled to life, filling the cave with warmth and a soft, flickering light. You both sat back, watching as the fire grew stronger, casting long shadows on the cave walls.

“Not bad,” Jaehyun complimented, smiling at you. “You’re a natural.”

You smiled back, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I’ve always been good at following instructions.”

The warmth from the fire was a welcome relief, and you could already feel the chill fading from your bones. You both moved closer to the fire, sitting side by side as the flames danced between you.

For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the fire providing a sense of security in the midst of the storm. The flames flickered, casting a warm glow on Jaehyun’s face, highlighting the thoughtful expression in his eyes. There was something different about this moment—something that felt more personal, more intimate.

You shifted slightly, feeling the need to break the silence. “You know, I’ve been thinking about our first year in college together. Remember that time we both got detention?”

Jaehyun chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “How could I forget? We were both late to Professor Kim’s class.”

You laughed, the memory bringing a smile to your face. “Yeah, we thought we could sneak in without anyone noticing. But then the door creaked, and everyone turned to stare at us. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.”

Jaehyun shook his head, still smiling. “And then Professor Kim decided to make an example of us. Detention for both of us—right after class. I remember you were so mad.”

“I was,” you admitted, shaking your head at the memory. “But it turned out to be one of the best detentions ever. We spent the whole hour just talking about random stuff. I learned so much about you that day.”

“Like what?” Jaehyun asked, his tone playful, but there was a genuine curiosity in his eyes.

“Like how you can’t stand the sound of people chewing with their mouths open,” you teased, earning a laugh from him. “Or how you have a secret talent for drawing, even though you never show your sketches to anyone.”

Jaehyun smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “And I learned that you’re a night owl who survives on coffee and late-night study sessions. And that you’re one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met.”

You pretended to be offended, but the warmth in his voice made it impossible not to smile. “Hey, stubbornness can be a good thing. It’s what gets me through those tough classes.”

“It’s one of the things I like about you,” Jaehyun said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. The fire crackled between you, but the atmosphere had shifted, the lighthearted conversation giving way to something deeper.

“Jaehyun…” you began, but he cut you off, his gaze intense.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I’ve liked you for a while now. I just… I never found the right moment to say it.”

His confession hung in the air, the weight of it making your heart race. You had always sensed there was something more between you two, but hearing him say it out loud made it real—tangible.

“I slowed down my pace earlier on the trail,” he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wanted to be near you, to make sure you were okay. I kept an eye on you and the girls because I care about you. And when the storm hit… all I could think about was finding you.”

The vulnerability in his voice, the honesty in his words, made your heart ache in the best possible way. You reached out, your hand finding his in the flickering firelight.

You could feel Jaehyun’s gaze on you, his eyes warm and intense as they traced your features. The way he looked at you made your heart race, and despite the warmth of the fire, you felt a different kind of heat rising within you.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Yeah?”

For a moment, you hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. But the look in his eyes, the way he was so close you could feel the heat radiating from him, made you brave.

You reached up and gently placed your hand on the side of his face, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. You could see his breath hitch, his gaze flickering down to your lips. The tension between you was palpable now, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

“Can I…?” you began, but Jaehyun didn’t let you finish.

He closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, a question in the way he kissed you, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away if this wasn’t what you wanted. But when you responded, pressing back into the kiss with equal tenderness, it was like a dam broke.

Jaehyun’s hand came up to cup the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss. His lips were warm and soft, moving against yours with a sweetness that made your heart swell. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of you, the warmth of the fire, and the feeling of Jaehyun’s lips on yours.

The kiss was slow, unhurried, filled with the emotions that had been building up between you for so long. You could feel everything he was trying to say in the way he kissed you—the longing, the care, the affection that he hadn’t been able to put into words until now.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other’s as you tried to catch your breath. You could see the way Jaehyun’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the same way yours did, and the sight made you smile.

“Wow,” you whispered, your voice still a little breathless.

Jaehyun chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek in a tender gesture. “Yeah… wow.”

For a moment, you just looked at each other, the firelight reflecting in his eyes, making them look even warmer than usual. His smile was soft, his dimples appearing as he looked at you with an expression that made your heart flutter.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Jaehyun admitted, his voice low and filled with emotion. “But I never knew if you felt the same way.”

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I did… I do. I’ve liked you for so long, Jaehyun. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

He sighed softly, pulling you closer so that you were nestled against his chest. “I guess we were both too afraid to say anything. But I’m glad we finally did.”

You nodded, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your ear. It was comforting, grounding you in the reality of the moment. This was real—Jaehyun’s feelings, your own, the warmth of his arms around you. It was all real, and it made you feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

For a while, you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the warmth of the fire and the intimacy of the moment making everything else fade away. The storm outside was still fierce, but inside the cave, with Jaehyun by your side, it felt like nothing could touch you.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍃˚.⛰️⋆☁️

The next morning, the storm had finally passed, leaving the forest drenched and glistening under the pale morning sun. The air was crisp and fresh, the sky a clear, brilliant blue that felt like a promise of better things to come. The birds were singing again, and the world seemed to have come back to life after the chaos of the previous night.

You and Jaehyun had slept in short shifts, keeping the fire going and listening for any signs of the storm easing. As dawn broke, you both packed up what little you had taken out, dousing the remnants of the fire with water from Jaehyun’s canteen.

Despite the trials of the night, you felt lighter, a warm glow in your chest from everything that had happened between you and Jaehyun. There was a new kind of closeness now, a bond forged in the heart of the storm and sealed with the gentle kisses you had shared.

“Ready to head back?” Jaehyun asked, shouldering his backpack and giving you a reassuring smile.

You nodded, smiling back. “Ready. Let’s go find the others.”

The hike back to the base camp was much easier now that the storm had passed. The trail was muddy, and the ground was slick in places, but with Jaehyun by your side, it felt like a walk in the park. You both moved quickly, eager to reunite with your friends and let them know you were safe.

It didn’t take long before you started seeing signs of other hikers—muddy footprints, a few discarded wrappers, and the sound of distant voices.

“Over here!” a voice called, and you turned to see Winter waving frantically from the edge of the camp. Giselle and the boys—Taeyong, Jungwoo, and Mark—were with her, all of them looking a little worse for wear but otherwise unharmed.

“There you are!” Giselle shouted, rushing over to pull you into a tight hug. “We were so worried when we got separated!”

“We’re okay,” you reassured her, hugging her back just as tightly. “Jaehyun found me, and we took shelter in a cave. What about you guys?”

“Once the storm hit, we all hunkered down in our tents,” Taeyong explained, walking over with a relieved grin. “We stayed put until morning. But when we realized you and Jaehyun weren’t with us, we started to worry.”

Mark smirked, glancing between you and Jaehyun. “Looks like you two had quite the adventure.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but before you could respond, Winter’s eyes widened as she seemed to piece something together. “Wait a minute—are you two…?”

Jaehyun, ever composed, wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close with a grin. “Yeah, we’re together now.”

There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the camp erupted into cheers and laughter. Jungwoo clapped Jaehyun on the back, a wide grin on his face. “About time, man! We’ve all been waiting for this to happen.”

Giselle’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she nudged you. “So, a stormy night in a cave, huh? Sounds like the perfect setup for romance.”

You laughed, shaking your head at her teasing. “It was… unexpected, but it brought us closer. We finally admitted how we feel about each other.”

“And now they’re officially a couple!” Winter cheered, clapping her hands in excitement. “This trip really was a success in more ways than one.”

Taeyong, always the leader, stepped forward with a proud smile. “Well, I’d say this hiking trip turned out to be quite the matchmaking adventure. Who knew a storm could bring two people together like this?”

Mark grinned, slinging an arm around Taeyong’s shoulders. “Maybe next time we should plan for a storm on purpose. Might help more of us find our soulmates.”

The group burst into laughter at Mark’s suggestion, the mood light and celebratory. It was clear that everyone was relieved to be back together and safe, and the fact that you and Jaehyun had finally confessed to each other was the icing on the cake.

As the group gathered their gear and prepared to head back home, Mark couldn’t resist one last comment. “So, how are we going to top this on our next trip? It’s going to be hard to beat a stormy night romance.”

Jaehyun chuckled, squeezing your hand. “I think we’ll just have to wait and see what happens. But no matter what, I’m just glad we’re all safe and that I got to be with someone special.”

You smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Me too. This was definitely a trip to remember.”

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[wonderlanddreamer]

Busy Being Shelbys.

[1919] Garrison Lane, Birmingham.

In the shadow of giants, six year old Lydia Shelby proves that courage comes in all sizes.

[Part of The Lydia Saga]

The cobbled streets of Small Heath were alive with the sounds of a bustling day, a cacophony that painted a vivid picture of daily life in this vibrant part of Birmingham. Market vendors bellowed their wares from behind wooden stalls, their voices competing with one another in a bid to attract customers. Freshly baked bread, ripe fruits, and an array of colourful fabrics were just some of the treasures on display. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fresh produce, roasted meats, and the occasional whiff of coal smoke from a distant factory.

Children darted through the maze of adults, their laughter ringing out like the sweetest music. They played games of tag and hide-and-seek, their joy unburdened by the worries of the adult world. The rhythmic clip-clop of horse-drawn carriages added a steady beat to the day's soundtrack, while the faint clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation drifted from the open door of the Garrison Pub, where patrons sought respite and camaraderie.

Among the children was Lydia Shelby, a striking figure with her bright blue eyes and unruly dark hair that framed her face in wild, untamed waves. She was a miniature replica of her older brothers, though her features still retained the softness of childhood that had long since been etched away by the harsh realities of life for her siblings.

Lydia was lost in her game of hopscotch, her delicate leather shoes tapping out a rhythmic pattern against the uneven cobblestones. Each leap and skip seemed to lift her further into a world of her own making, where the only things that mattered were the chalk-drawn squares and the simple joy of play. Her giggles rang out like tiny bells, echoing down the narrow street and adding a layer of innocence to the otherwise gritty surroundings.

The market's vibrant noise began to fade as an unspoken tension gripped the air. Conversations stilled, and the clatter of commerce dulled to a murmur. Heads turned and eyes widened as a sleek black car, polished to a mirror shine, rolled to a stop in front of the Garrison Pub. The vehicle, an imposing presence amidst the horse-drawn carts and pedestrian traffic, seemed to absorb the light, casting an eerie shadow over the cobblestones.

A hush fell over the street, the silence broken only by the creak of the car door as it opened. Billy Kimber emerged first, his sharp suit impeccably tailored, accentuating his lean, muscular frame. His eyes, cold and calculating, swept across the scene with the precision of a hawk. He moved with the confidence of a man who knew he commanded respect, his very presence a silent threat.

Behind him, his men followed, each one a mirror of their leader’s predatory demeanor. They fanned out, creating a semi-circle that seemed to cordon off the area, their eyes scanning for any sign of the Shelbys. Kimber's face was a mask of determination, his jaw set as he prepared to confront his rivals. The air seemed to thicken with each step they took, the tension rising like a gathering storm.

Lydia, oblivious to the shift in the atmosphere, continued her game. Her small figure, clad in a simple dress, darted from square to square, her laughter a stark contrast to the growing unease that enveloped the street. She was a picture of pure, untainted joy, her world still untouched by the darker elements that lurked in the shadows of Small Heath.

Kimber’s gaze landed on Lydia, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Lydia looked up from her hopscotch grid as the long, dark shadows of Kimber and his men fell over her game, casting a chill despite the warm day. Her bright blue eyes blinked up at the unfamiliar faces, her expression more curious than afraid. Her unruly hair bounced as she straightened up.

Billy Kimber, sensing the girl's defiance, allowed a slow, amused smirk to spread across his face. He crouched down slightly, bringing his sharp, predatory eyes level with Lydia's. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "A little girl all alone."

Lydia’s eyes narrowed slightly, her stance shifting as she planted her small hands firmly on her hips, a stance that was unmistakably Shelby. Despite her tender age, there was a steely resolve in her gaze, a flicker of the same fire that burned in her older brothers. She tilted her chin up defiantly. "I'm not alone," she said firmly, her voice steady and clear. "My brothers are inside."

Her unwavering gaze unsettled some of Kimber's men, their eyes darting between the girl and their leader. But Billy Kimber was not so easily intimidated, especially not by a child. He crouched down to her level, his eyes narrowing to scrutinize her more closely. "Do you know who I am, little girl?" he asked, his voice a low growl that usually elicited immediate submission.

Lydia nodded without hesitation. "You're Billy Kimber," she stated simply, her tone devoid of the fear that usually accompanied his name. "You run the races."

Kimber's smirk widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "That's right. And do you know why I'm here?"

Lydia shrugged, a gesture so casual it bordered on insolent, her small shoulders lifting and falling as if to say that his presence was of little consequence to her. "You're probably looking for my brothers. But they're busy."

One of Kimber's men chuckled, but it was a nervous, hesitant sound, the laughter of someone unsure whether to be amused or alarmed. Kimber's smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of irritation. He was accustomed to fear and respect, not this calm defiance from a mere child. "Busy with what?" he asked, his patience thinning, his tone sharper now.

Lydia’s eyes met his unflinchingly, her voice carrying an edge of pride. "Busy being Shelbys," she replied, as if that explained everything. And in a way, it did.

Kimber's eyes darkened, his amusement giving way to a simmering menace. He extended a hand, intending to ruffle Lydia's hair in a gesture meant to assert his dominance rather than convey any genuine affection. His fingers, adorned with rings that gleamed ominously in the daylight, reached towards her.

But before he could make contact, Lydia took a deliberate step back, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of defiance and warning. The movement was subtle, yet it spoke volumes. Her small frame seemed to grow taller, her presence more commanding, as if channeling the collective strength of her family.

"You shouldn't touch me," she said softly, her voice steady and clear. The softness of her tone contrasted sharply with the steel in her words. "My brothers wouldn't like it."

Kimber's hand hung in the air for a moment, frozen by the quiet authority in her voice. He slowly retracted it, his fingers curling into a fist at his side.

At that moment, the door of the Garrison swung open with a force that made the hinges groan in protest. Out stepped Thomas Shelby, flanked by Arthur and John, their presence immediately commanding the attention of everyone in the vicinity. The three brothers moved with a lethal grace, their expressions murderous, their postures taut with barely contained fury. The atmosphere grew dense with a palpable tension, forewarning of the storm that was about to break.

"Kimber," Tommy began, his voice slicing through the air like a blade of cold steel. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Each word was enunciated with an icy precision that sent shivers down the spine of anyone within earshot.

Billy Kimber straightened up, attempting to reclaim his swagger now that he was facing adults. His sneer was a thin veneer over the unease that gnawed at him. "Just having a chat with your little sister, Tommy," he said, his voice carrying a faux lightness that did nothing to mask the underlying threat.

Tommy's gaze turned to ice, his eyes narrowing with a deadly calm. He took a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them. The intensity of his stare was enough to make even the bravest of men falter. "Keep away from her, get back in your fucking cars, and leave," Tommy said, his tone a low, menacing growl that left no room for misinterpretation.

Kimber laughed, but it was a hollow sound. He knew better than to push his luck with the Shelbys. "I'll see you soon, pikey," he said, but there was no real conviction in his words. With a sharp gesture, he signaled his men to follow him back to the car.

As the car sped away, its engine roaring and tires screeching, a cloud of dust hung in the air, slowly settling back onto the cobblestone street. The square, which had been a tense battleground moments ago, began to return to its usual hustle and bustle, though an undercurrent of unease still lingered.

Lydia stood frozen for a moment, watching the black car disappear around a corner. The adrenaline that had surged through her tiny frame started to ebb, leaving her legs shaky and her heart pounding in her chest. Her earlier bravado was giving way to a wave of relief.

She turned and ran to her brothers, her small feet making soft, rapid taps against the cobblestones. Tommy, Arthur, and John watched her approach, their expressions softening in unison. Tommy crouched down just as Lydia reached him, and with a gentle but firm grip, he lifted her into his arms. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against his chest.

"Good girl, Lydia," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the tension that still clung to the air. "You did us proud,"

Lydia's lips curved into a small, proud smile as she wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck, seeking the comfort and security that only her brothers could provide. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. "I know," she said confidently, her voice a mix of lingering fear and newfound courage. "I was brave, just like you."

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting an amber glow over Small Heath as Tommy took one last vigilant sweep of the streets for any lingering danger. Satisfied, he turned and carried Lydia towards the Garrison, Arthur and John close behind. As they stepped inside, the familiar scent of whiskey and smoke enveloped them. Lydia, nestled in Tommy's arms, exchanged a glance with John, who walked just behind them. She smiled, a mix of relief and affection, and John responded with a warm grin, ruffling her hair gently. Inside the Garrison, with the comforting hum of conversations and clinking glasses around them, the weight of the day's tension began to lift, leaving them with a fleeting sense of tranquility.

[supernova2205]

The Long Game

Chapter 2

Summary: Tensions rise in Task Force 141 as Price wrestles with unspoken feelings while the reader finds comfort in Ghost’s steady presence. In a quiet confrontation, Ghost challenges Price to face his emotions before things spiral further. Loyalties shift, leaving unresolved connections lingering in the air.

Ever since Price put up that wall between you, you’d been doing your best to move forward without letting it affect you. But no matter how hard you tried, that lingering ache was always there, a quiet reminder of what might have been. So, you chose the only option that made sense—you matched his distance with distance of your own.

At first, ignoring him came naturally, a small act of self-preservation. You kept your head down, avoided lingering in shared spaces, and even when he addressed you directly, you kept your responses short, professional. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. But as the days stretched on, you felt a subtle shift in the way he looked at you, as though he could sense the change but didn’t know what to do about it.

Thankfully, Ghost seemed to have noticed your need for space. He started including you in his routines, occasionally inviting you to spar or join him for quiet conversations that didn’t feel like they needed to be about anything in particular. His presence was steady, solid—never intrusive but always supportive, and you found yourself growing more comfortable in his company.

One evening, as you and Ghost were reviewing mission intel in the common room, Soap joined in, tossing down his gear with a grin. “What’s all this, then?” he teased, shooting Ghost a look. “You finally found a partner who doesn’t mind all your moody silences?”

Ghost shot him a dry look but didn’t respond, his attention focused on you. “Fancy a drink after this?” he asked quietly, his tone casual but with a sincerity that felt grounding.

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Sounds good.”

As the evening wore on, the three of you fell into easy conversation, the kind of camaraderie that reminded you why you’d joined this team in the first place. Ghost even shared a few quiet laughs, and Soap, as usual, filled the space with his lively banter. It was only later, when you caught Price watching from across the room, that the tension returned. His gaze was unreadable, a mix of frustration and something you couldn’t quite place, but you refused to let it pull you back into that familiar ache.

The next few days were filled with mission prep, each of you assigned to different tasks, but you noticed that Price seemed to gravitate toward you more often than before. Every time you turned a corner or checked the mission board, he was there, his gaze searching, as if trying to find an opening to close the distance. Yet you kept up your walls, offering only short, polite responses before finding a reason to leave.

One afternoon, during weapons training, he caught up to you, calling your name as you were about to leave the range.

“Got a minute?” His voice was steady, but there was a softness to it you hadn’t heard in a while.

You paused, turning just enough to meet his gaze without fully facing him. “What’s up, Captain?” you replied, keeping your tone neutral.

He hesitated, as though weighing his words, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. “I wanted to make sure we’re… on the same page. About everything.”

Your jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation sparking within you. “We are,” you replied coolly. “You made that clear.”

He seemed to flinch, just slightly, but he masked it quickly. “If you want to talk—”

“I think we’ve said everything we need to,” you interrupted, meeting his gaze with a look that held no room for argument. With that, you turned on your heel and left, ignoring the faint twinge of regret that tried to take root.

The tension between you and Price didn’t go unnoticed for long. Soap, as perceptive as ever, caught onto it, his gaze flicking between the two of you with quiet curiosity. And Ghost, though never one to pry, seemed to understand the unspoken strain in a way that made you grateful for his steady presence.

One evening, after a grueling day of drills, Ghost invited you to join him for a drink. The two of you settled into a quiet corner of the base’s lounge, the low hum of conversation around you providing a welcome background to your own silent camaraderie. As you sipped your drink, you noticed Price across the room, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of frustration and something you couldn’t quite read.

Ghost caught the look, too, his expression hardening slightly. He leaned in, his voice low. “You don’t owe him anything,” he murmured, his tone a quiet reassurance. “Not after what he put you through.”

You managed a small, grateful smile, feeling a warmth settle within you at his words. “Thanks, Ghost. Really.”

He gave a brief nod, his eyes softening in that rare way that reminded you of his quiet loyalty. “Always.”

In the days that followed, Price’s frustration seemed to grow, his attempts to talk to you becoming more frequent, though you continued to keep your distance. You knew he felt the shift, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at seeing him struggle with the very thing he’d put you through.

One evening, after a long day of training exercises, Ghost approached Price in the empty corridors outside the briefing room. The base was quiet, the rest of the team either turned in or unwinding elsewhere. Price was reviewing some intel when Ghost’s presence became impossible to ignore, his tall figure casting a shadow over the papers in Price’s hands.

Price looked up, brows furrowing. “Something on your mind, Ghost?”

Ghost crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “It’s you that’s got something on your mind, Price,” he said evenly, his tone edged with a quiet intensity. “And it’s starting to wear on the rest of us.”

Price straightened, his expression hardening. “I’m handling it,” he replied, his voice low, defensive.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Ghost replied, his words a calm challenge. “Not when you’re dragging her into it—and not when it’s affecting the team.”

Price bristled, a flicker of anger flashing across his face. “Whatever’s going on with her… it’s between me and her. None of your concern, Ghost.”

Ghost’s gaze darkened, his stance unwavering. “It is when I’m picking up the pieces you leave behind.”

A tense silence settled between them, and Price’s jaw clenched as he took in Ghost’s words. There was a weight to Ghost’s gaze, a rare vulnerability hidden beneath his calm exterior, and it dawned on Price that Ghost’s concern ran deeper than simple team loyalty.

Price’s expression shifted, the anger giving way to something more conflicted. “Didn’t mean to drag you into it,” he muttered, his voice quieter, almost resigned. “Or her.”

“Then get it together,” Ghost replied, his voice softening but no less firm. “Before you lose whatever it is you’re still holding onto.”

With that, Ghost turned and left, leaving Price standing alone in the dim corridor, the weight of Ghost’s words hanging heavy in the silence.

As he watched Ghost disappear into the shadows, Price couldn’t shake the uneasy realization that he might not be the only one with feelings left unresolved.

In the days that followed, Price kept his distance, though you caught him watching you from afar, his gaze filled with a mixture of regret and something deeper. The team noticed, too, their interactions with you and Ghost filled with a newfound respect, as though they’d come to understand the unspoken bond you shared.

And as you continued to navigate the challenges of your role, you found yourself leaning into that bond, grateful for the quiet strength that Ghost offered. Though the future remained uncertain, you knew you had allies who stood beside you, a reminder that no matter how complicated things became, you would find a way forward—together.

To be continued….

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[niallerspayno]

We’ll Be Alright - Chapter Ten

Masterlist

The morning unfolds in a haze of motion, but you feel oddly out of sync with the world around you. The city hums beyond the walls of your hotel, but the sound is distant, muffled under the weight of your tangled thoughts. Last night hangs over you like a cloud, a quiet storm of emotions you don’t yet know how to weather. There’s no denying it: something shifted, and now, you’re bracing for the fallout.

Sleep eluded you. The few fleeting moments you managed to drift off were invaded by dreams that replayed the kisses, the voices, the emotions. Liam’s steady gaze as he leaned in before the show, his lips capturing yours like a promise. Niall’s fiery intensity later, his words lingering in the air like a challenge: “Now you can compare.” And then, their late-night conversation, the raw honesty of it cutting through you like glass.

You drag yourself out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom. The cold water you splash on your face offers no solace, no clarity. The mirror stares back at you, reflecting someone you barely recognize—eyes heavy with exhaustion, yet alive with confusion and guilt. Who are you, caught between two incredible people, unsure of your own heart?

Downstairs, the band is already gathered in the lobby. Zayn is perched in a corner, head bowed over his phone, the faint glow of the screen illuminating his sharp features. He doesn’t glance up, but somehow, you sense he’s aware of everything, even the things left unsaid.

Louis spots you first, his trademark grin lighting up his face. “Well, well, look who decided to join us!” His tone is teasing, but his eyes carry a flicker of concern. He knows. Maybe not the details, but enough to sense the shift in your energy.

“Rough night?” Harry asks, his voice calm and inviting, grounding in a way only he can manage. He offers a gentle smile that’s as much an encouragement as it is a question.

“Just need some coffee,” you reply, your laugh weak but polite, hoping it deflects further probing.

Liam is near the door, deep in conversation with one of the crew. His body language is relaxed, but the moment he catches your eye, his focus shifts entirely. That warmth in his gaze—it’s as steady as it is devastating. He crosses the room toward you, his hand brushing your shoulder in a way that feels natural but sends your heart skittering.

“Ready for the day?” he asks, his voice casual, though you can sense the thread of worry woven through it.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah.”

Niall, however, keeps his distance. He lingers by the far wall, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on some indeterminate point beyond the hotel windows. The sadness in his eyes is subtle but undeniable, and the sight of it makes something inside you ache.

Louis, ever perceptive, clocks the tension. “Oi, what’s going on with you two?” he asks, his tone laced with curiosity, though his smirk betrays his amusement. “Did I miss something juicy?”

“Louis,” Harry murmurs, a note of warning in his voice, but it’s half-hearted.

You wave Louis off with a forced smile. “Nothing to tell.”

But as you glance back at Niall, the weight of his unspoken feelings crashes into you again. His jaw tightens when he catches you looking, and he quickly shifts his focus away, leaving you feeling helpless to bridge the growing chasm.

The journey to the airport is quiet, the usual camaraderie dampened by the invisible wall separating you and Niall. On the private jet, you take a seat near the back, grateful for the solitude. Niall chooses the opposite end, facing away, his shoulders tense. Every glance you steal at him is met with a wave of frustration and guilt. How did it come to this?

Liam slides into the seat beside you, his calm presence like a balm on your frayed nerves. “You okay?” he asks softly, his voice barely cutting through the hum of the engines.

You nod, though your lips tremble with the lie. “I’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t press you, but the understanding in his eyes is enough to make you want to crumble.

When the plane lands in Lima, the chaos of screaming fans and camera flashes greets you like a wall of sound. You force yourself into the rhythm of the band’s tight-knit routine, but every moment feels heavier than the last. Niall’s quiet detachment and Liam’s unyielding kindness are polar opposites, and you’re caught squarely in the middle, unable to fully connect with either.

Later, in the quiet of your hotel room, you can’t settle.

The knock on the door pulls you from your restless thoughts, grounding you for the first time in hours. When you open it, Liam stands there, his usual friendly grin in place, though there’s something softer in his eyes.

“Hey, you ready to practice?” His voice is warm, steadying, a calm presence in the storm of your emotions.

You force a smile, nodding. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

He steps inside as you turn to grab your guitar from the stand near the window. Its weight feels reassuring in your hands, a familiar anchor in the chaos of the day. Liam settles on the edge of the bed, casually tapping his fingers on the frame as he watches you.

“So,” he begins, his tone light, “I was thinking about ‘All of Me.’ You know, the John Legend one? Thought it’d be perfect for tonight.”

Your heart twists. The song is beautiful, emotional—but it feels a little too close to everything you’re dealing with. Still, you nod, knowing Liam is trying to help in the only way he knows how.

As you strum the opening chords, the music begins to wash over you. Liam’s voice joins yours, blending effortlessly, and for the first time today, your mind quiets. The harmony between you feels like second nature, and you lose yourself in the way your voices weave together.

But as the chorus builds, something shifts. Liam’s eyes find yours, and there’s a weight in his gaze you hadn’t noticed before—a quiet intensity that makes your stomach flutter. It’s not just about the song. The connection between you feels tangible, electric, and it throws you off balance.

When the final note fades, the silence between you is thick with unspoken words. Liam leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. “You’re amazing,” he says softly, his voice carrying a sincerity that makes your heart skip. “The fans are going to love this. I’m just glad I get to share it with you.”

Warmth spreads through you, chasing away some of the day’s tension. You want to say something back, something meaningful, but the words stick in your throat. Instead, you offer him a smile, hoping it says everything you can’t.

Before the moment can deepen, a soft knock at the door breaks the spell. Liam glances over his shoulder, his brow furrowing slightly. “You expecting anyone?”

“No,” you murmur, setting your guitar aside as you move to the door.

When you open it, Niall is there, his hands buried in his pockets. His posture is tense, his expression guarded, but his blue eyes hold a flicker of vulnerability.

“I… just wanted to check in,” he says quietly, his gaze flicking to Liam and back to you.

Your pulse quickens. “I’m good,” you say quickly, your voice faltering slightly. “Just practicing.”

Niall nods, but he doesn’t move. The weight of his unspoken thoughts hangs heavily in the air, and you can feel Liam’s silent presence behind you, watching the exchange.

“I’ll… see you later, then,” Niall says after a moment, his voice quieter than usual.

He turns and walks away before you can respond, leaving you rooted in place, torn between staying and chasing after him.

“You should go,” Liam says softly, breaking the silence. When you turn to look at him, his expression is calm, understanding. “He needs to hear it from you.”

The kindness in his voice gives you the push you need. You nod, stepping out into the hallway.

“Niall!” you call, your voice echoing in the quiet corridor.

He stops but doesn’t turn right away. When he finally glances over his shoulder, his face is a mask of cautious neutrality.

“What is it?” he asks, his tone measured, though the weight of his emotions bleeds through.

You hesitate, struggling to find the right words. “I don’t want things to be like this between us,” you say finally, stepping closer. “I hate that you’re upset. I hate that I hurt you.”

Niall exhales through his nose, his jaw tightening. “It’s not just about the kiss,” he says quietly. “It’s not even about Liam. It’s…” He trails off, shaking his head.

“Tell me,” you urge, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s about feeling like I don’t know where I stand with you anymore,” he says, his voice breaking slightly. “One minute, it feels like we’re more than… whatever this is. Then the next, I’m just your friend watching you with someone else.”

His words cut through you, leaving your chest tight with guilt. “You’re not just my friend,” you say quickly, taking another step forward. “You’re so much more to me than that, Niall. I just… I’m figuring it out as I go.”

He studies you, his expression softening just enough to make your heart ache. “And where does that leave me?”

“It leaves you here,” you say, your voice trembling but firm. “It leaves you as someone I care about. So much. I know I haven’t handled this the best, but I don’t want to lose you—not as a friend, not as… whatever we are.”

Niall’s lips curve into a faint, bittersweet smile. “It’s hard, you know? Watching you with him. Knowing I can’t just… act like it doesn’t bother me.”

“I know,” you whisper, guilt pressing down on you. “And I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, Niall.”

He nods slowly, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. “I know you don’t. I just… I kissed you because I couldn’t hold it in anymore. And maybe that was selfish, but I’d be lying if I said I regret it.”

Your cheeks heat at the memory, your heart twisting. “It wasn’t selfish,” you say softly. “I just didn’t know how to deal with it.”

He chuckles lightly, though the sadness in his eyes remains. “Well, I didn’t either. But I guess that’s us, huh? A bit of a mess.”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “Yeah. A bit of a mess.”

There’s a beat of silence, the air between you a little lighter now.

“You don’t have to have it all figured out,” he says finally. “But don’t shut me out, okay? I can handle a lot, but not that.”

“I won’t,” you promise, your voice steady. “And the same goes for you.”

He nods, and for the first time, there’s a glimmer of hope in his expression. “Get some rest,” he says, stepping back. “Big day tomorrow.”

As he walks away, it doesn’t feel like he’s leaving—it feels like a step toward something better.

Next chapter

[zapreportsblog]

In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 15: A Clash Of Emotions

The arcade buzzed with excitement as Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, and (y/n) stepped into the vibrant world of flashing lights and cheerful music. Despite the allure of the arcade, Gwen couldn't shake the tinge of jealousy that simmered within her. She had met (y/n) before, but they hadn't been formally introduced, leaving Gwen feeling somewhat excluded from their growing friendship.

As they navigated through the arcade, Miles suggested they try out a variety of games, his infectious enthusiasm captivating both Gwen and (y/n). Gwen put on a brave face, determined to enjoy their time together, but the nagging feeling of jealousy persisted. She couldn't help but notice the easy camaraderie between Miles and (y/n), the way they laughed and shared inside jokes, as if they had known each other for years.

As the day progressed, Gwen's jealousy continued to grow, overshadowing her attempts to play nice. Every shared moment between Miles and (y/n) felt like a dagger to her heart, fueling her internal conflict. She grappled with her own emotions, unsure if what she felt for Miles was merely friendship or something deeper.

The turning point came when Miles and (y/n) stumbled upon a hip-hop dance machine. The pulsating beats and the synchronized movements of the avatars on the screen enticed them to give it a try. As they stepped onto the glowing panels, their bodies moved in harmony, their rhythmic dance mesmerizing the crowd that had gathered to watch.

With each step, each beat, Miles and (y/n) grew more in sync, their movements flowing seamlessly together. The arcade patrons couldn't help but be captivated by their performance, their energy and talent surpassing the previous high score. The crowd cheered, some even pulling out their phones to capture the moment on video.

As the routine neared its end, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Miles and (y/n) stood facing each other, their breaths mingling, their bodies close, as if connected by an invisible thread. It was a moment charged with both artistic expression and an undeniable connection.

Unable to bear witness to this intimate moment any longer, Gwen's emotions reached a breaking point. She couldn't deny the intense jealousy that coursed through her veins, nor the swirling confusion in her heart. It all collided in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

In an emotional fit, Gwen erupted, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration. She confronted her feelings head-on, not only questioning her own emotions but also questioning the friendship between her, Miles, and (y/n). The weight of her emotions spilled forth, the arcades buzzing with tension as she struggled to find clarity amidst the chaos.

Miles and (y/n) turned toward Gwen, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern. They hadn't anticipated this eruption of emotions, unaware of the turmoil Gwen had been grappling with. The atmosphere grew heavy with the weight of unspoken words, the silence stretching between them.

As the moments ticked by, Gwen took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. She realized that her outburst had not only exposed her own vulnerabilities but had also cast a shadow over the friendship she treasured. In that instant, she made a choice—to confront her own emotions and navigate the complexities of her relationships with both Miles and (y/n).

In the midst of the arcade's bustling energy, Gwen, Miles, and (y/n) found themselves in an unexpected moment of introspection. The clash of emotions revealed the intricacies of their connections, forcing them to confront their own desires and uncertainties.

As the arcade continued to buzz around them, Gwen, Miles, and (y/n) stood together, their emotions raw and unfiltered. The path forward was uncertain, but in their shared vulnerability, they found a common ground—a willingness to explore their feelings, face their conflicts, and navigate the complexities of their relationships. And as they took their first steps toward understanding, the arcade carried on, an echo of their inner struggles amidst the joyful chaos of the games.

[chatgptwritesfanfiction]

Embracing Love

As you approached the group, Kageyama's hand instinctively found yours, intertwining your fingers. His touch brought a sense of comfort, grounding you amidst the whirlwind of emotions. You could feel the eyes of the team on you, their curious gazes assessing the new addition to their circle.

Kageyama's teammates, a mix of familiar faces and strangers, formed a semi-circle around the court. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to mild surprise, a reflection of their intrigue in seeing the usually composed and focused Kageyama arrive with a partner by his side.

Sensing your slight apprehension, Kageyama tightened his grip on your hand, silently reassuring you. His touch became an anchor, providing you with the strength to face this new situation head-on. With a deep breath, you took a step forward, standing by Kageyama's side, ready to face the scrutiny of his teammates.

The silence lingered for a moment before a voice broke through the tension. It was Hinata, Kageyama's energetic teammate, who couldn't contain his excitement. "Kageyama! You finally brought your girlfriend!" he exclaimed, his wide grin lighting up the court. The statement was met with a chorus of chuckles and nods of agreement from the rest of the team.

As if given permission by Hinata's enthusiasm, the team began to relax, their curiosity turning into warm greetings and friendly smiles. One by one, they introduced themselves, extending their hands in welcome. Kageyama stood beside you, providing a steady presence as you navigated the introductions, his support unwavering.

But as the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but feel a growing desire for closeness, a yearning to feel connected to Kageyama amidst this sea of new faces. It was a vulnerability that often emerged, a side of you that craved reassurance and affection.

Unable to contain your longing any longer, you leaned into Kageyama, resting your head against his shoulder. The action caught the team's attention, their eyes widening in surprise. Kageyama, his cheeks tinted with a light blush, wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer.

The atmosphere shifted, an unspoken understanding settling among the team. They realized that your connection with Kageyama ran deeper than they had initially anticipated. The bond you shared was one built on trust, affection, and an understanding of each other's vulnerabilities.

A soft smile spread across Kageyama's face as he exchanged a glance with his teammates, their expressions a mixture of amusement and acceptance. The initial surprise melted into warmth and camaraderie, as they recognized the depth of your connection and the happiness it brought to their teammate.

Embraced by Kageyama's presence and the acceptance of his team, you felt a sense of belonging that surpassed your expectations. The clinginess that defined your affection became a testament to the strength of your relationship, a language that spoke volumes of the trust and love you shared.

As the conversation continued, the team's laughter filled the air, blending with your contented sighs and Kageyama's whispered words of reassurance. In that moment, surrounded by new friends and a supportive team, you knew that this journey was only just beginning.

With Kageyama by your side, you were ready to face the challenges, celebrate the victories,

and cherish every moment of growth and connection. As the bonds between you and the team strengthened, so too did the bond between you and Kageyama, creating a foundation that would carry you through the highs and lows of the volleyball court and beyond.

And amidst the cheers and laughter that echoed across the court, you realized that you had found not only a place in Kageyama's heart but in the hearts of his teammates as well—a family forged through shared passion, acceptance, and the enduring power of love.

a/n: it always manages to get the word camaraderie in there somewhere lmao. the more i enable myself, the more self indulgent my requests get.

[mlrecords]

WAIT, LLOYD AND KAI ARE CREATING THE DUO?!

Lloyd and Kai sat at their usual spot in the corner of their favorite coffee shop, a stack of notebooks and their laptops open before them. They had been buzzing with ideas for weeks, and today was the day to finally put everything into motion. They had named their side project "Greenlit," a nod to their desire to bring fresh, vibrant energy to their music.

As they typed furiously, bouncing ideas off each other, they knew they had to share their plans with the rest of the band. Elemental Five had been their passion, but it felt like they needed to explore new territory, and Greenlit was the perfect avenue for that exploration.

Later that evening, the five of them gathered in their studio, the familiar sounds of instruments echoing off the walls. Jay was tuning his guitar, Cole was adjusting the mic, and Zane was immersed in his usual tech setup. The atmosphere was filled with the warmth of camaraderie, but Lloyd and Kai sensed a shift was needed.

“Hey, guys,” Lloyd began, his voice steady but tinged with excitement. “We’ve been working on something special, and we think it’s time to share it with you.”

Kai chimed in, “We’re launching a side project called Greenlit. It’s going to be a different sound, something we really want to explore.”

The room went silent for a moment. Jay looked up, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “A side project? Does that mean you’re stepping away from Elemental Five?”

Lloyd nodded, taking a deep breath. “We feel it’s time for a hiatus. Elemental Five is important to us, but we think this break will allow us to grow and come back even stronger.”

Cole furrowed his brow. “But what about our upcoming tour? We’ve put so much into this.”

Zane, always the analytical one, chimed in, “I get the need to explore, but we need to think about our fans. A hiatus could be tough for them.”

Kai spoke up, “We’re not abandoning Elemental Five. This is more about expanding our horizons. We promise to come back with fresh ideas that will enhance our music together.”

The tension in the room eased slightly as the others considered their words. Jay leaned back, his fingers drumming on his guitar. “I get it. Sometimes you need to take a step back to find new inspiration. Just know, we’ll miss you.”

“Exactly,” Lloyd added. “This isn’t goodbye. We’ll still be in touch and share what we’re working on.”

Cole nodded slowly, a smile creeping onto his face. “Alright, if this is what you both need, then I support it. Just make sure to keep us updated on Greenlit.”

Zane crossed his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face. “And let’s set some timelines. I don’t want this to linger too long. Elemental Five is still a priority.”

As they discussed their next steps, excitement bubbled up in the air. Lloyd and Kai felt a rush of relief, grateful for their bandmates' understanding. They all agreed to stay connected during the hiatus, promising to share ideas and music snippets from Greenlit as they developed their new sound.

With their hearts full of hope and creativity, the meeting ended on a positive note. The journey ahead was unknown, but for the first time in a long while, Lloyd and Kai felt invigorated by the prospect of their side project, knowing they had the support of their friends. Elemental Five would be on hold, but the music would always remain, evolving into something new and exciting.

As you read it, you know that we, Kai and Lloyd, are working on the side project called Greenlit. We have never done something outside of E5 so we want to explore music that are new and it's not close to what E5 does. It's just Lloyd and Kai, thing. That's all. We will plan to make an album. So, stay tuned for that. See you.

-Lloyd and Kai of Greenlit.

[tanjamikaelson]

STRANGE LOVE - CHAPTER 8

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 8: | YOU'RE MINE |

Later that evening, the pogues and Allison gathered at Rixon's Cove, a hidden sanctuary they cherished. The firelight danced across their faces, casting shadows that mirrored the complex emotions each of them carried. The air was filled with the crackle of burning wood and the mingling sounds of laughter, but underneath the easy camaraderie, a tension simmered, especially within Allison.

She sat close to Jordan, his presence a steady warmth beside her, a comfort she desperately needed. Yet, as much as she tried to immerse herself in the moment, her thoughts kept drifting to Rafe—the way he made her feel, the way he twisted her heart in knots. The connection she felt with Jordan was real, soft, and safe, but her feelings for Rafe were tempest, wild, and uncontrollable. She wasn’t sure if she could survive being caught between these two very different emotions.

Noticing her distraction, Jordan leaned in slightly, his voice low and gentle. “You okay?” he asked, his gaze searching hers for answers she wasn’t ready to give.

Allison forced a smile, the effort almost painful. “Yeah, just tired from all the dancing,” she replied, her voice light but unconvincing. 

Jordan nodded, his expression softening as he accepted her answer, even though he could sense there was more to it. He could see that she was struggling with something, but he didn’t want to push her. He trusted her, and maybe that was part of the problem—she wasn’t being fully honest with him, and the weight of that deception was growing harder to bear.

Across the fire, Pope’s voice cut through the night, his tone a mix of anxiety and curiosity. “So, like, my dad’s already gonna kill me. What’s this mandatory meeting about?”

John B and JJ exchanged glances, the kind that spoke of shared secrets and impending revelations. “Might as well tell him, man, before we’re gaffed,” JJ urged, nudging John B to take the lead.

John B, usually so laid-back, seemed almost solemn as he took a deep breath, preparing to drop a bombshell. “You ready for this?” he asked, his voice steady despite the gravity of what he was about to share.

The pogues nodded, their interest piqued, while Allison watched with growing curiosity, feeling a shift in the energy around the fire.

“So,” John B began, “The gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.”

Jordan let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. “Oh God, here we go again with this.”

Allison frowned, confused. “Wait, wait. What gold?”

John B shot a look at Kie, who seemed slightly guilty. “You never told her, Kie?” he asked, surprised.

Kie shrugged, her face tinged with embarrassment. “It was our secret, remember? We’ve been searching for gold ever since you came here.”

“You guys seriously believe in that?” Allison’s voice was laced with skepticism, struggling to reconcile the idea of treasure hunting with the reality she knew.

“Yeah, apparently they do,” Jordan replied, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

Allison turned to him, her curiosity getting the better of her. “You don’t?”

Jordan shrugged, his tone dismissive. “I’m not going to believe it until I see it.”

“All right. Let’s hear him out,” JJ said, his voice brimming with excitement as he motioned for John B to continue.

John B took on the air of a seasoned storyteller, his expression confident, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “It’s been here the whole time. It’s on the island.”

Kie’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you serious? Oh my God.”

Jordan, still skeptical, crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d like to voice my skepticism.”“I’m sure you would, Jordan,” John B said, barely hiding his amusement. “But can I please present you with my evidence, sir?”

Jordan nodded, feigning seriousness. “Proceed.”

From his backpack, John B carefully pulled out a worn piece of paper, aged with time and handled with reverence. “In my backpack, I have a letter from Denmark Tanny.”

“Who the hell is that?” Kie asked, peering at the letter as if it might bite.

“Denmark Tanny was a slave that survived the Royal Merchant wreck. Check this out.” John B moved around the circle, letting each of them get a look at the letter, his voice filled with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy relics. “Okay, slaves weren’t mentioned as crew members on the ship, but my dad found a complete manifest. That was his big discovery. So, Tanny used the gold from the Merchant to buy his freedom. After that, he bought his farm. Drumroll, please.” He paused, letting the tension build as the pogues drummed on their laps. “Because that farm is… Tannyhill Plantation.”

“Tannyhill?” Kie echoed, her surprise genuine and tinged with disbelief.

John B nodded, his excitement barely contained. “Yeah. So, after that, he used his money to free even more slaves, and then he sold a shit-ton of rice, which pissed off all the white planters, and then they decided to lynch him. So on the day they were coming to get him, he writes a letter to his son as a farewell, and in the last line of that letter, he leaves a coded message about where to find the gold.”

“Where?” Kie leaned forward, her breath held in anticipation.

“‘Harvest the wheat in parcel nine, near the water.’ Except... there’s no wheat. You see, wheat is code for gold. Check this out.” John B pointed to the letter now in Pope’s hands. “The gold is in parcel nine, near the water.”

“Holy shit,” Pope muttered, his mind already racing with the possibilities.

“All we need is an original survey map of the property, and we’ve found the gold,” John B concluded, his voice filled with triumph.

“Okay, so this might have a small chance of being actually true,” Jordan admitted, albeit grudgingly.

“Okay, so, guys. What’s the plan?” Pope asked, eager to dive into the adventure.

“Good question,” John B said with a grin. “Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight. She’ll bring an original survey map…”

“Hold on,” Kie interrupted, her tone sharp and her expression darkening. “Sarah? Wh-why Sarah?”

“This is gonna be good,” JJ mumbled, sensing the tension brewing.

John B, suddenly on the defensive, hesitated. “Sarah, um, she… She got me into the archives in Chapel Hill yesterday, and that’s where I got the letter,” he explained, his voice growing quieter as he spoke.

“You were in Chapel Hill with Sarah Cameron?” Kie’s voice rose with a mixture of hurt and anger, her eyes flashing with betrayal.

“He was mackin’ on her,” JJ added, his smirk growing wider.

“I wasn’t macking,” John B insisted, but the defensive edge in his voice made it clear he was losing ground.

“You were totally macking Sarah Cameron,” JJ pressed, enjoying the show.

“I wasn’t macking on her, okay?” John B snapped, his frustration boiling over. “I was using her for access.”

“Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kie’s voice was sharp, cutting through the night air like a blade.

John B shifted uncomfortably. “I was trying to get into the archives.”

“Is that a yes?” Kie’s eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin.

“I… I left out key details,” John B admitted, his voice a bit quieter now.

“Yo, what?” Kie’s anger flared, her face a mask of disbelief and betrayal. “You let a Kook in on our secret? What about Pogue Life? What about the T-shirt company, bro?”

“I was just using her for information,” John B repeated, his tone growing more desperate as he tried to explain.

“Why don’t I believe you?” Kie’s arms crossed, her gaze hard and unyielding.

“I’m trying to make us filthy rich here. Okay, so that we can pay off a boat, or… or, uh… send you to autopsy school to study dead bodies,” John B pointed at Pope, his voice rising in an attempt to justify his actions. “Look, you guys know me. Do I look like the type of person to fall for Sarah Cameron?”

“Do you want us to answer that, or…” Pope’s sarcastic tone only added to the tension.

“Just… just stop,” John B pleaded, turning to Pope with a look of exasperation.

“Look, you don’t know her yet. I do! You can’t trust her,” Kie insisted, her voice laced with urgency and a deep sense of betrayal.

“Her brother did hit me in the back with a golf club,” Pope pointed out, adding another layer of doubt.

“Rafe and Sarah are different human beings,” John B countered, but even he seemed unsure of the distinction.

“What did she do to you, exactly?” JJ asked Kie, his tone probing, though his curiosity seemed more casual than concerned.

“She’s like a… like a spitting cobra. First, she… she blinds you, and then…” Kie struggled for words, her anger and hurt clouding her thoughts.

“This is a bad analogy,” Pope muttered, shaking his head slightly.

“Listen to me!” Kie’s voice cracked with emotion. “Whatever we get, she’s gonna try to take.”

・ • ・ • ・ 

As the pogues prepared to meet Sarah, the tension between them palpable, Allison felt a weariness settle over her. The weight of secrets and the conflicting emotions within her were taking their toll. She needed space—time to think, to figure out where her heart truly lay.

“I think I’m going to head home,” she said, her voice soft yet firm, cutting through the chatter. 

The group turned to look at her, surprise evident in their eyes.

“You sure?” Jordan asked, concern etching his features. He reached out, placing a hand on her arm, the warmth of his touch grounding her momentarily.

Allison nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Okay, we’ll drop you off as close as we can,” John B offered, already rising to his feet.

They all piled into the van, the atmosphere tense and subdued, the earlier excitement now tinged with uncertainty. They drove in near silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. When they reached the point closest to Figure Eight, Allison got out, thanking them with a tight-lipped smile. The van drove away, the headlights disappearing into the night, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

The night was cool, the air crisp against her skin as she began the walk back to her house. The quiet of the evening was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. The memories of the evening—John B’s revelation, Kie’s hurt, Jordan’s concern, and Rafe’s possessiveness—all played on a loop in her mind.

Rafe. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, a part of her couldn’t stop wondering where he was, what he was doing, and why she couldn’t shake the hold he had on her. As much as she wanted to push him out of her thoughts, he lingered there, a shadow she couldn’t escape. She hated how he made her feel—vulnerable, confused, alive. 

With Jordan, everything was simple, clear, and safe. But with Rafe… everything was chaos, passion, and danger. And as much as she knew she should run from that, a part of her was irresistibly drawn to it.

The sound of a car approaching pulled her from her reverie. The music blared from the vehicle, cutting through the silence of the night. She recognized the car even before she heard the familiar voice call out.

“Stop the car, Topper,” Rafe’s voice carried through the night air, laced with irritation.

The vehicle screeched to a halt beside her, and Rafe jumped out, his expression a mixture of frustration and something darker, something possessive. “Did the pogues ditch you already?” he sneered, his tone biting.

Allison sighed, trying to keep her composure. “No. I ditched them,” she replied curtly, turning to walk away. She didn’t want to deal with him right now—not with everything already weighing on her mind.

“Wait. Wait. Wait,” Rafe called out, his footsteps quickening behind her. He was never one to let things go easily, especially when it came to her.

Allison spun around, facing him with a mixture of exasperation and defiance. “What do you want, Rafe?” Her voice was edged with weariness, a plea for him to just leave her alone.

“I just… I just—” Rafe’s voice faltered, his usual bravado slipping away. For a moment, he seemed almost vulnerable, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “I don’t want you hanging around with those pogues.”

Allison stared at him, incredulous. “Are you serious right now?” she snapped, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

Rafe raked his hands through his hair, a habit she recognized as a sign of his agitation. “Can’t you see I’m just trying to protect you?” His voice was pleading, but there was an underlying desperation to it.

“Protect me from my friends?” Allison scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Yes, Allison,” Rafe’s eyes were hard, his voice low and intense. “I can’t just let you run around with them.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Rafe,” Allison shot back, turning on her heel to walk away, but Rafe wasn’t having it.

He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight enough to make her wince. “Don’t fucking walk away from me again,” he snarled, his voice dark with anger.

“Rafe, you’re hurting me,” Allison cried out, trying to pull her arm free, her heart racing in her chest.

Rafe’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go. His face was close to hers, his breath hot on her skin. “Am I wrong to protect what’s mine?” he growled, his voice rough, almost desperate.

Allison’s heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and something else—something she didn’t want to admit. “I’m yours, huh?” she challenged, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to stay strong.

“Yes, you’re mine, princess. Whether you like it or not,” Rafe’s voice was low and possessive, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“We’re not in a relationship, Rafe,” Allison argued, her frustration bubbling over.

Rafe pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching. “Doesn’t matter, princess, you’re mine,” he repeated, his tone firm, leaving no room for argument.

“Just let me go,” Allison said, her voice calmer now, trying to diffuse the tension. She knew pushing him would only make things worse.

“Nah, you’re going with us,” Rafe insisted, dragging her toward the car. He opened the back door, motioning for Kelce to make room for her.

“Do I have a choice?” Allison asked, her voice resigned, her earlier defiance slipping away.

“No. I can’t let you walk all alone,” Rafe said, his voice softening slightly, a hint of concern breaking through his rough exterior.

“Okay, fine,” Allison agreed, climbing into the car next to Kelce. She didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore. The battle between what she wanted and what she felt was tearing her apart.

Rafe closed the door and got into the passenger seat, and the car roared back to life as Topper started driving again.

“So, you two…?” Kelce asked, gesturing between them, his voice laced with curiosity.

“Yeah, we do, so don’t even think about it, Kelce,” Rafe warned, taking out a bag of cocaine, his movements almost mechanical.

Kelce raised his hands in surrender. “I was just asking,” he muttered, not wanting to provoke Rafe further.

Rafe turned around to look at Allison, his eyes softening slightly. “Now, I agreed for this to be a secret, but I didn’t agree that you can run off with them wherever you like.”

Allison rolled her eyes and leaned her head against the window, the cool glass a welcome relief against her heated skin. “Just drop me off at my house, Topper,” she said, her voice devoid of the earlier fight.

“Where is your house?” Topper asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

“No, no. We’re going to the after-party,” Rafe insisted, cutting her off before she could reply.

“Go. No one’s stopping you,” Allison muttered bitterly. “You can drop me off on the way. On the next stop, you turn left, and my house is third in the line.”

Rafe shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t listen to her, Top. Drive us to a party.”

“You know what?” Topper exclaimed, clearly frustrated with the back-and-forth. “I’m going to see Sarah.”

“You’re better off without her, Top,” Rafe said loudly, preparing a line on his lap. “Trust me. I live with the bitch.”

“Rafe, don’t call your sister a bitch, man. Come on,” Topper scolded, his tone weary as he navigated the darkened streets.

“Yo, I’ll call her whatever I want, man. All right?” Rafe said with a sniffle, his voice rough and raw.

Kelce laughed loudly from the backseat, his amusement only adding to the chaos.

Rafe turned to Allison, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “You want some?” he asked, holding out the rolled bill, the line prepared for her.

“I think I’ll pass this time,” Allison replied, shaking her head.

“I’ll have it if she doesn’t want it,” Kelce said, leaning forward to snort the line. He slapped Topper’s shoulder with a laugh. “Let’s go. Just chill out, okay?”

Rafe nodded his earlier tension easing. “Good idea, man.”

“I gotta see her, man. We’re not… We’re not good right now,” Topper muttered, his voice filled with a tension that matched Rafe’s earlier mood.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut up, dude,” Rafe said quickly, his voice tinged with impatience. “Bad idea, muchacho.”

“Just stick with the bevo, all right?” Kelce added, trying to soothe the rising tension, though the suggestion did little to change the atmosphere in the car.

“If you go there now, there is a high likelihood you go fetal,” Rafe warned, his voice cutting through the night air with a mixture of irritation and dark amusement.

“Exactly,” Kelce agreed, his voice lighter, as if trying to steer the conversation back to something more playful. “I’m getting fetal vibes.”

“I’m not...” Topper shook his head, frustration lacing his words. “I’m not going fetal.”

Kelce turned to Allison, his tone teasing but underlined with concern. “Are you getting fetal vibes?”

Allison kept her gaze fixed on the window, ignoring the question. She didn’t respond, knowing that engaging would only prolong the conversation. The night outside was a blur, and all she could think about was getting out of this situation, away from the conflicting feelings and the tension that seemed to follow Rafe wherever he went. 

The car eventually pulled to a stop, and Allison glanced up, realizing they had arrived at the Cameron household. The grandeur of the house loomed over them, and for a brief moment, she considered running away from all of it, but she knew that wasn’t an option.

“Make it quick, okay?” Rafe and Kelce called out to Topper as he got out of the car, and headed inside. They shouted after him, their voices loud and playful, but Allison barely paid attention. Her mind was elsewhere, wrapped up in a web of thoughts and emotions she couldn’t untangle.

“Bro, we’re gonna leave your ass if you don’t make it fast, okay?” Rafe continued to yell after Topper, followed by a sharp whistle from Kelce. “Hey, give Sarah a hug for me!” Rafe added, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up?” Allison blurted out, her patience wearing thin. The tension, the noise, the swirling confusion inside her—it was all too much.

Rafe and Kelce both turned to look at her, surprised by the sudden outburst. They exchanged a glance before Kelce leaned back in his seat, chuckling softly. 

“What’s the matter, princess?” Rafe asked, his voice softer now, tinged with genuine curiosity.

“I’m tired, and I want to go to sleep,” Allison replied, her voice calmer, though the exhaustion in her tone was undeniable.

“Take a line; it will freshen you up,” Rafe offered, holding out the bill again, his eyes searching hers for a response.

Allison glanced at the line, then back at Rafe. Instead of answering, she shifted in her seat, climbing over the console into the passenger seat and settling herself into Rafe’s lap. The movement was fluid and instinctive, and Rafe’s hands were on her body the moment she straddled him.

“This brings back memories,” Rafe murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he adjusted his grip on her hips, pulling her closer to him.

“Shut up, Rafe,” Allison said, though there was no heat in her words. She was simply too tired to argue, too weary to fight the pull he had on her.

Rafe’s hands gripped her hips, grounding her against him, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You’re making it really hard to do so.”

From the backseat, Kelce groaned loudly. “Get a room, you two.”

Allison rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “Yeah, why don’t you show me your room?” she teased, her voice lightening as she leaned in closer to Rafe, her breath hot against his ear.

Rafe grinned at her, his eyes darkening with desire. “Oh, that’s what you want, huh? It wasn’t enough at—”

Allison silenced him by pressing her finger to his lips, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I’ll do a line if we go to your room.” Her words were a mix of playfulness and need, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke, “I know you want it.” She nibbled lightly on his earlobe, and Rafe closed his eyes, leaning back against the headrest as a low groan escaped him.

As her kisses trailed down his neck, Allison guided his hand from her waist to her thigh, sliding it up toward her core. The tension between them was electric, but just as Rafe’s hand reached the edge of her dress, the car door on the other side suddenly swung open.

“What are you doing?” Topper’s voice cut through the heated moment like a cold splash of water.

Allison and Rafe both snapped their heads toward the open door, where Topper stood, his expression a mix of confusion and exasperation.

“I’m third-wheeling, apparently,” Kelce quipped from the backseat, his tone light but clearly over the situation.

“Nothing,” Allison replied quickly, letting go of Rafe’s hand but feeling his grip linger on her thigh.

“What happened with Sarah?” Rafe asked, his voice tight with a mix of irritation and concern.

“Nothing, she wasn’t there,” Topper muttered, climbing back into the driver’s seat. He seemed distracted, lost in his thoughts. “Now you can get out because we’re not going to the after-party.”

“Seriously?” Kelce groaned, clearly disappointed.

“Come on, Top, I’ll introduce you to ten girls better than her at the party,” Rafe offered, trying to lighten the mood and distract Topper from his frustration.

“Not interested,” Topper replied, his voice flat as he settled into his seat.

“At least drop me off,” Kelce said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

“I’m not going in that direction,” Topper replied, his tone firm.

“Where are you going then?” Kelce asked, leaning forward to catch Topper’s eye.

“Doesn’t matter, just get out,” Topper snapped, his frustration bubbling over as he pointed toward the door.

“Oh, wow, okay, okay,” Rafe said, quickly opening the door and helping Allison out first. The sudden shift in mood was jarring, but Allison was grateful to be out of the car and away from the tension inside it.

As soon as they were all out, Topper sped off into the night, leaving Kelce to walk back home and Allison standing with Rafe under the dim glow of the light. The night was quiet, the earlier chaos replaced by a strange calm that settled between them.

“I guess you got your wish,” Rafe said, turning to face her, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Are those ten girls better than me too?” Allison teased, her voice lightening as she let the tension of the evening slip away.

Rafe chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. “Are you jealous?”

“Me? No, never,” Allison said, but there was a playful glint in her eyes as she turned away, taking a step toward the door. “Let’s go. What are we waiting for?”

Rafe grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her back to face him. His eyes were intense, searching hers for something she wasn’t sure she was ready to give. “If they were better, I would be with them right now.”

Allison’s heart skipped a beat, the sincerity in his words catching her off guard. “Good,” she whispered, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him softly, her lips lingering on his for just a moment longer than necessary.

Rafe’s hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible. He kissed her back deeply, the intensity of his feelings clear in the way his lips moved against hers.

When they finally pulled away, Rafe took her hand, leading her inside the house and up the stairs to his room. The door barely closed behind them before Rafe had her pinned against it, his lips finding hers with a hunger that made her knees weak. His hands moved against her body with a familiarity that sent shivers down her spine, his thumb stroking the hollow at the base of her throat as his other hand pushed up the thin fabric of her dress.

Allison’s breath hitched as Rafe’s fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress, tugging at the fabric of her panties and pushing them down. The world outside his room faded away as his touch ignited a fire within her, the tension between them a live wire that threatened to burn them both.

Rafe's fingers found their way between her legs and Allison moaned against his lips before he even touched her core.

His other hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing it slightly, "You need to be quiet." He whispered before his fingers brushed over her dripping center, a soft moan escaped her lips, she couldn't help it. 

In the next moment, Rafe grabbed her waist with both hands and spun her around so that her front was pressed against the door. He started kissing her neck and shoulder while his hand unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground. He pressed himself against her back and she could feel him hard against her and it had her throbbing between her thighs. 

“Rafe… before we continue, I want to do a line,” Allison whispered, her voice shaky but laced with desire.

“Alright, let’s do it,” Rafe replied, stepping back to let her move. His eyes never left hers as she grabbed his shirt, pushing him back onto the bed with a smirk.

Rafe grinned, watching her with dark eyes as she climbed on top of him, her hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Where is it?” she asked, referring to the coke, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

“In that drawer,” Rafe pointed to the nightstand beside the bed, his voice husky with anticipation.

Allison moved to retrieve the drugs, while Rafe shed the rest of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He laid back on the bed, his eyes never leaving her as she returned to straddle him, feeling the heat of his arousal through the thin fabric between them.

She spread out a line of coke on his stomach, bending down to snort it off his skin. Rafe watched her with a mixture of lust and admiration, his breath hitching as she finished, her head tilting back as she sniffled.

"My turn," Rafe said, his voice low and full of intent. He gently pushed Allison off him, guiding her to bend over his lap. His hands slid over the curves of her body, lingering at her hips before he laid a line of coke across the smooth skin of her bare ass.

Allison shivered under his touch, anticipation tightening in her stomach. Rafe leaned down, snorting the line off her ass, his breath warm against her skin. He lingered there, his lips brushing her skin as he inhaled deeply, savoring the moment.

As Allison went to move, Rafe’s hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place. "Don't move. I'm not done," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Allison bit her lip, feeling the heat of his gaze on her as he began to trace the curve of her spine with his fingertips, down over her hips and across her thighs. The slow, deliberate way he touched her was almost torturous, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel the tension building, her breath quickening as he continued to tease her, his fingers brushing close to where she needed him most but never quite giving her what she wanted.

"Rafe, please," Allison finally whispered, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. She could barely contain herself, the need for him overwhelming her.

"Please what?" Rafe asked his tone teasing, enjoying the power he held over her in this moment.

"Stop teasing me," Allison replied, her voice trembling as she tried to keep her composure.

Rafe chuckled softly, but his touch grew more deliberate, more intense. His fingers brushed lightly over her clit, and Allison gasped, her body responding instantly to the brief contact. He slid the tip of his finger inside her, just enough to make her squirm, before pulling back, eliciting a frustrated moan from her.

“Bend over the bed, princess,” Rafe commanded, his voice dark and commanding.

Allison obeyed, her heart racing as she positioned herself over the edge of the bed. Rafe stood behind her, the heat of his body pressing against her back as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear.

He rolled his hips against her, teasing her with his hardness as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Tease,” Allison mumbled under her breath, her body aching for him to just take her.

In response, Rafe brought his hand down hard on her ass, the sharp sting making her gasp. But the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as he pushed inside her, filling her completely in one swift, powerful motion.

Allison clutched the sheets, biting down to stifle the moans that threatened to escape as Rafe began to move, his thrusts hard and fast. He held her hips in a tight grip, the intensity of his movements making it clear that he was losing himself in her, just as she was in him.

Rafe pushed deeper, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her, building to a crescendo that left her breathless. He leaned over, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her shoulder as he reached his climax, his growl vibrating through her skin. The feeling of him spilling inside her, combined with the roughness of his bite, pushed her over the edge, her own orgasm tearing through her with such force that she had to bite the sheets to keep from crying out.

Rafe didn’t let go immediately, keeping himself pressed against her back, his breath ragged in her ear as they both came down from the high. Slowly, he pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. They lay there for a moment, both catching their breath, their bodies spent from the intensity of their coupling.

After a few minutes, they moved to the bathroom, where Rafe helped Allison into the shower. The hot water cascaded over them, washing away the remnants of their earlier activities, but it didn’t cool the desire between them. Rafe’s hands roamed her body under the water, bringing her to the edge of pleasure again and again until they were both utterly exhausted.

By the time they finally climbed back into bed, sleep overtook them almost instantly, their bodies entwined under the sheets.

・ • ・ • ・

Allison woke to the feeling of warmth and safety, her body nestled against Rafe’s, his arms wrapped securely around her. She blinked awake, her eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The events of the night before played through her mind, and despite everything—despite the confusion and the conflict—she couldn’t deny the deep satisfaction that came from being with him.

She shifted slightly, looking up at Rafe’s sleeping face. There was something about seeing him like this—relaxed, unguarded—that tugged at her heart. He looked so different when he slept, all the hardness and tension gone from his features, replaced by a boyish innocence that made her heartache.

She studied him quietly, her fingers gently brushing his tousled hair back from his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his breathing deep and even. She let her fingers trail down the line of his jaw, tracing the shape of his lips and down to his collarbone. He was beautiful in a way that was almost painful to look at, and for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to wake up like this every morning, to have him be hers completely.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Rafe murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. His eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a soft, sleepy smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“Good morning,” Allison replied, smiling back at him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was already awake,” Rafe told her, his smile widening. “I just liked feeling you touch me.”

Allison blushed, looking away to hide the heat rising in her cheeks. “I should probably go,” she muttered, the reality of the day ahead beginning to creep back into her thoughts.

But Rafe didn’t loosen his hold on her. Instead, he pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. “Don’t. This is nice,” he whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable in a way that made her heart ache.

Allison sighed, placing a gentle kiss on his chest. “You might be right.” His hand began to rub slow circles on her back, the soothing motion making her whole body relax into him. “But if we don’t get out of this bed now, we never will,” she teased, though part of her didn’t really want to move.

Rafe furrowed his brow, his eyes still closed as he pulled her even closer. “What’s wrong with that?” he murmured, his voice half-asleep but full of warmth.

“I don’t want your family to hear us. It was hard enough to keep quiet last night,” Allison pointed out, her voice soft but insistent.

Rafe smirked, opening one eye to look at her. “Okay, okay. I’ll let you get away this time.”

Allison laughed softly, her heart warming at the playful banter between them. “That’s because you’re exhausted,” she teased, running her fingers through his messy hair.

“Oh, yeah? You think that?” Rafe raised an eyebrow, his voice taking on a mischievous tone. 

Before Allison could respond, he flipped them over, pinning her beneath him with a playful grin. He began to pepper her with kisses, starting at her neck and moving down to her chest, his touch light and teasing.

Allison laughed, trying to push him away. “Okay, you made your point!” she giggled, squirming beneath him as his kisses grew more insistent.

Their playful moment was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. “Rafe, are you awake? Your father wants to talk to you,” came Rose’s voice from the other side of the door.

Rafe groaned, rolling off Allison with a sigh of frustration. “I’ll come in fifteen minutes!” he yelled back, his tone clearly annoyed at the interruption.

“Who’s that?” Allison asked, a bit startled by the sudden intrusion.

“Rose, my stepmother,” Rafe replied as he moved to the other side of the bed, beginning to gather their discarded clothes from the floor. “We should probably get dressed.”

They quickly dressed, exchanging amused glances as they rushed to make themselves presentable. When they were ready, they made their way downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid running into anyone. But as they reached the bottom of the stairs, a voice stopped them in their tracks.

“Rafe, what did I tell you about bringing random girls into our house?” Ward Cameron’s voice was stern, cutting through the air with a commanding presence that made Allison tense.

Rafe let out a sigh of annoyance, turning to face his father. “She’s not just some random girl, Dad,” he replied, his voice filled with irritation.

Ward’s gaze shifted to Allison, his expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. Allison recognized him from the Midsummer party, but seeing him now, in this more intimate setting, made her feel more vulnerable.

“No?” Ward questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Who is she then?”

Rafe hesitated for a moment, glancing at Allison before answering. “She’s my girlfriend,” he muttered, the words sounding almost foreign coming from him.

Allison’s eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected declaration. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rafe quickly pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her shoulders in a protective gesture.

"Your girlfriend?" Ward asked, clearly not believing him.

“Yes, my girlfriend. Why is that so hard to believe?” Rafe challenged, his tone defensive as he stared down his father.

Ward studied them for a moment, his gaze sharp and assessing. “You never had anything serious with a girl in your life,” he finished his tone cutting. His words hung in the air, thick with judgment and disbelief.

Allison could feel the tension radiating from Rafe, his body taut as a bowstring. This was a side of him she hadn’t fully seen before—a boy struggling against the weight of his father’s expectations, his defiance masking a deeper vulnerability.

Deciding to take control of the situation, Allison stepped forward, extending her hand toward Ward. “I guess things change. My name is Allison,” she said with a calm smile, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Ward’s eyes flicked to her, and for a brief moment, the skepticism softened. He took her hand in a firm grip, though his eyes were still sharp, probing. “Call me Mr. Cameron,” he said, his tone more measured now, though still laced with a hint of suspicion.

Allison nodded politely, though she could feel Rafe’s tension still simmering beside her. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Cameron.”

Ward’s gaze shifted back to Rafe, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I need you in my office for a few minutes,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Rafe nodded stiffly, his jaw clenched. “Fine. I’ll be there in a second,” he replied, his voice clipped.

Ward gave a final, scrutinizing look at Allison before turning and walking away, leaving them alone in the hallway. The sound of his footsteps receded, but the tension in the air remained.

Rafe exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Wait for me in the car,” he said, handing her his car keys. His voice was quiet, almost resigned, as if the confrontation had drained some of the fire out of him.

Allison nodded, sensing that he needed a moment. “Okay,” she agreed softly, squeezing his hand before turning to leave.

As she made her way outside, the cool morning air hit her, clearing her mind. She walked to the car, her thoughts racing. Rafe had called her his girlfriend. It wasn’t just the surprise of hearing him say it—it was the way he’d said it, with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. It was as if he was daring his father to challenge him, while also needing to prove something, both to Ward and to himself.

She climbed into the passenger seat, waiting for Rafe to return. The minutes stretched on, each one filled with more questions than the last. What had Rafe told his father about her? Why did it matter so much to him to prove their relationship—real or not—was serious? And why had he so readily called her his girlfriend?

When Rafe finally emerged from the house, his expression was dark, and stormy, and Allison knew something had gone wrong. He climbed into the car, slamming the door shut with a force that made the entire vehicle shudder.

“What’s wrong?” Allison asked, her concern deepening at the sight of his clenched jaw and furrowed brow.

“I got great news this morning,” Rafe began, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “John B is going to live with us.”

Allison blinked in surprise. “How come?” she asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Ward decided to be his legal guardian,” Rafe replied bitterly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Apparently, John B had some accident, and now he’s moving in.”

“Just like that?” Allison questioned, her confusion growing.

Rafe let out a harsh laugh, devoid of any real amusement. “Bullshit if you ask me,” he muttered darkly. “Sarah must have swayed him somehow into doing it.”

Allison reached out, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him. “Just try to avoid him, okay? I’m sure he’s going to be more on the cut than at your house.”

Rafe’s grip on the wheel loosened slightly, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. “Yeah, he better be.”

For a few moments, the car was silent, the weight of the situation settling over them like a heavy fog. Allison could feel the distance between them growing, the unspoken words creating a chasm she wasn’t sure how to bridge.

When they finally parked outside her house, she leaned over and kissed Rafe on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride,” she said softly, trying to bring some lightness back into the moment.

Rafe managed a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thanks for last night, princess,” he replied, his voice rough around the edges.

Allison laughed softly, shaking her head as she reached for the door handle. But before she could open it, Rafe’s hand shot out, grabbing the nape of her neck and pulling her back for a deep, lingering kiss. His lips were insistent, almost desperate as if he needed to feel her close to remind himself that not everything was slipping away.

“I think you forgot something,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and tinged with a hint of possessiveness.

Allison smiled, her heart fluttering despite everything. “Thanks for the reminder,” she whispered back, giving him one last peck before slipping out of the car.

As she walked toward her house, the weight of the morning’s events settled on her shoulders. Rafe’s declaration, his tension with his father, and now the looming presence of John B in his life—it was all too much. But as confusing and overwhelming as it was, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward Rafe, the way he seemed to draw her in even when she knew she should stay away.

She glanced back at the car, watching as Rafe drove away, the sound of the engine fading into the distance. She didn’t know where this road with Rafe was leading, but something told her it wouldn’t be an easy journey.

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[hoonsuniverse]

The Feeling When (TFW)

08 - destined to remain

y/n hadn't anticipated the sinking feeling in her stomach when she received jungwon’s text inviting her to a casual hangout. normally, she would have jumped at the chance to spend time with her friends, but jungwon’s careless addition of "jaeyun and the others will be there too" had shattered any semblance of excitement. jaeyun. the name alone conjured memories of battles, arguments, and everything in between. they had clashed like fire and ice, leaving scorched marks on each other's pride and reputation.

despite her reservations, y/n reluctantly agreed to join. as she approached the café where they were meeting, she took a deep breath to steady herself. the warm glow of the setting sun cast long shadows across the tables outside, where her friends were already gathered.

"hey, y/n!" yizhuo waved her over, a wide grin plastered on her face. y/n managed a tight smile in return and slid into the seat next to wonbin, who greeted her with a hug.

the initial pleasantries with her friends were a welcome distraction until she felt a shift in the atmosphere. a group of guys approached the café, led by none other than jaeyun. his presence seemed to darken the very air around them, and y/n found herself involuntarily stiffening.

"hi," jungwon and riki greeted with smiles as jaeyun and the others settled at the table.

"hey," jaeyun replied casually, his eyes lingering on y/n and wonbin for a moment longer than necessary before turning his attention to his friends.

y/n tried to focus on the conversation around her, but she could feel jaeyun’s gaze burning into her, a silent challenge that she refused to acknowledge. they had barely exchanged a word since their last confrontation in the classroom, and she had no intention of breaking that silence now.

as the evening wore on, the tension between them only seemed to thicken. y/n noticed how their friends hesitated whenever the topic edged too close to including both groups in the same conversation. awkward pauses punctuated the air, and y/n found herself gritting her teeth to suppress the urge to leave.

"why did jungwon and riki have to invite him?" y/n thought bitterly, feeling a surge of resentment towards her friend for putting her in this position.

throughout the evening, jaeyun and y/n avoided direct interaction as much as possible. they spoke only when absolutely necessary, their words clipped and devoid of warmth. each glance exchanged between them was laden with unspoken animosity, a testament to the years of rivalry and disdain.

at one point, jongseong attempted to lighten the mood with a suggestion to play a game. "how about we play a round of trivia?" he suggested brightly, clearly oblivious to the palpable tension between his friends.

"sure, why not?" riki chimed in, trying to diffuse the situation.

y/n reluctantly agreed, if only to distract herself from the uncomfortable dynamic. they settled on a game of general knowledge questions, with teams formed randomly among the group. y/n found herself paired with wonbin, yizhuo, jungwon, sunghoon and heeseung, while jaeyun ended up on the opposing team with sohee, riki, jongseong, gaeul, and sunoo.

as the game progressed, y/n's team managed to pull ahead, answering questions with growing enthusiasm. despite herself, she found a small measure of satisfaction in their lead, a fleeting sense of victory in a situation where she felt otherwise powerless.

across the table, jaeyun’s team was equally competitive, and she couldn't help but notice the way his friends cheered him on whenever they scored a point. their camaraderie was starkly contrasted with the strained atmosphere at her own table, where even the smallest victory felt hollow in the face of unresolved conflict.

by the time the game concluded, the tension between y/n and jaeyun had reached its peak. they had managed to avoid any direct confrontations, but the underlying animosity hung thick in the air like an unspoken challenge neither was willing to acknowledge.

as the evening drew to a close, y/n felt a mix of relief and frustration. she had survived the hangout, but at what cost? the rift between her and jaeyun seemed deeper than ever, a gaping chasm that no amount of time or distance could bridge.

with a heavy heart, y/n bid her friends farewell and headed home, the weight of the evening settling heavily on her shoulders. she couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different—if they had been able to let go of their past grievances and move forward.

but deep down, she knew that some rivalries were meant to endure, their roots too deep to be easily uprooted. especially after what he said about her. and as she walked away from the café, y/n couldn't shake the feeling that tonight had only reinforced the bitter truth: some enemies were destined to remain just that

a/n : sorry it took me forever to upload 😓

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[soncfthewitch]

closed starter for @heirofhermes

The scalding water pounded against Toby's skin, steam rising in thick clouds around him. He closed his eyes, letting the heat seep into his muscles, washing away the tension of the past few days. For a moment, the world narrowed to nothing but the sensation of warmth and the rhythmic sound of water hitting tile.

Toby tilted his head back, letting the spray hit his face. The pressure felt like a thousand tiny fingers massaging his scalp, and he let out a contented sigh. When was the last time he'd properly relaxed? Between jobs for the Virtual Adepts and his own... extracurricular activities, downtime was a rare luxury.

A faint vibration against his wrist caught his attention. Toby's gaze flicked to the onyx bracelet encircling it - the only item he never removed, even in the shower. Its smooth surface rippled like water, reflecting his growing unease. Something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Toby reached for his towel, wrapped it securely around his waist, water still beading on his skin. As he padded out of the bathroom, leaving damp footprints on the polished hardwood floor of his high-tech flat. He made his way to the bedroom, intent on getting dressed and starting his day. But as he crossed the threshold, the world around him began to warp and twist.

The sleek lines of his apartment blurred, colors bleeding into each other like a watercolor painting left out in the rain. Toby's heart rate spiked, years of training kicking in as he assessed the threat. His hand instinctively went to the bracelet, fingers tracing its surface as if seeking reassurance.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, muscles tensing. "Not now."

But it was too late. The familiar pull of his Avatar tugged at the edges of his consciousness, dragging him inexorably towards a Seeking. He'd had Seekings before, of course. Every mage went through them. But he'd always imagined something more... structured. This felt like reality itself was coming apart at the seams. It never got easier.

"I haven't the time for your mystical machinations," he said, his tone clipped as he addressed the presence lurking in his mind. "I've pressing matters to attend to."

The response came not in words, but in a flood of sensations. Urgency. Necessity. An overwhelming sense that this couldn't wait.

Toby's vision swam, reality fragmenting around him like shattered glass. He stumbled, reaching out to steady himself against a wall that was no longer there. The onyx bracelet stirred, slithering down his arm like a living shadow. In an instant, it pooled in his palm, reshaping itself into the cold, reassuring weight of a blade.

The world around Toby shimmered, reality knitting itself back together like a jigsaw puzzle. He blinked, disoriented, as his surroundings solidified.

What the bloody hell?

Toby's gaze darted around the room, cataloging the changes with practiced efficiency. Gone were the minimalist furnishings and cutting-edge tech. In their place stood weathered furniture, a worn leather armchair, and bookshelves sagging under the weight of dusty tomes. The air itself felt different - stale, with the musty scent of disuse.

His eyes widened as they fell on framed photographs lining the walls. Images of himself, yes, but... wrong. Toby sparring with strangers, their faces alight with camaraderie. Toby standing before landmarks he'd never visited, grinning like a loon. A thin layer of dust coated every surface, including the frames.

This isn't right. None of this is right.

A sound from the front of the flat froze him in place. The unmistakable click of a key in a lock, followed by the creak of an opening door. Toby pressed himself against the nearest wall, old instincts surging to the forefront of his mind. His body moved on autopilot, angling himself out of sight from the entryway.

Footsteps. Slow, measured. Not the tread of someone trying for stealth, but not entirely at ease either. Toby held his breath, straining his ears to catch every nuance.

Thud. Thud. Thud. A pause. The rustle of fabric - someone removing a coat?

Thud. Thud. Closer now.

Toby's grip on the blade tightened imperceptibly. He didn't attack - not yet. Information was power, and he needed more data before committing to a course of action. But his body thrummed with readiness, muscles coiled to spring at a moment's notice.

[chokememaximoff]

Regrets & Resilience III

Abstract:As the avenger's final night with Matthew Murdock unfolds, their shared training journey culminates in an intimate understanding. Meanwhile, across town, Wanda's guilt-driven reflection reveals that her emotions run deeper, leading her to confront her own feelings.

TW: flirting between reader and Matt, implications of a intimate night spent together.Thats all if those are even tw's.

After six months of grueling training and shared struggles, the time had come for me to return to the compound and rejoin my fellow Avengers. The darkness that had once consumed me had transformed into a new way of seeing the world, a world where my other senses had become my allies. But before stepping back into that life, there was one more night to share with the man who had been my mentor, Matthew Murdock, and his friends Foggy and Karen.

We found ourselves at a lively bar, the energy of the place infectious. As the night wore on, laughter and camaraderie filled the air. Matthew's voice, always a steady presence in my life, now took on a lighter tone, and I found myself drawn into conversations that ranged from mundane to profound.

Foggy's infectious humor had us all in stitches, and Karen's stories kept us all engaged. And Matthew, well, he was a revelation. His wit and charm were unexpected, a far cry from the intense training sessions we'd shared. As the hours melted away, I felt a newfound connection to him, one that went beyond the mentor-student dynamic.

Amidst the laughter and clinking glasses, our banter became more playful, more charged with an unspoken tension. "You're telling me you can sense my heartbeat from across the room?" Matthew's voice was tinged with skepticism, his eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.

I grinned, feeling a thrill at the challenge. "Don't believe me? I could pinpoint the exact moment your pulse quickens."

Foggy chimed in with a smirk. "Careful, Matt. She's got super senses now. She might expose all your secrets."

Matthew's eyes met mine, a spark of amusement dancing in their depths. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

The evening wore on, the bar growing louder and more alive as the night deepened. With every shared laugh and exchanged glance, the tension between us seemed to grow. At one point, Karen excused herself, leaving just Matthew, Foggy, and me at the table.

"Ever thought that your newfound senses might pick up on more than just heartbeats?" Matthew's voice was low, a challenge in his eyes.

I leaned in, my heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of the room. "Only one way to find out."

As the night waned and the bar's patrons began to thin out, it was decided that we would leave. The crisp night air hit us as we stepped outside, laughter still bubbling up between us. "So, what's the plan now?" Foggy's voice held a teasing note.

Matthew's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "I think we have one more stop to make."

We ended up back at Matthew's apartment, the night's revelry still alive in our veins. The air between us was charged, heavy with unspoken words and lingering glances. As Matthew poured us each a drink, our fingers brushed, a spark igniting between us.

"Here's to new perspectives," Foggy raised his glass in a toast, breaking the moment's tension.

We clinked our glasses together, but our eyes remained locked, the connection unbroken. With every sip, the space between us seemed to shrink, the weight of our shared experiences pulling us closer.

"You know," Matthew's voice was a low murmur, "I always knew there was something remarkable about you."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Remarkable? In what way?"

His fingers brushed against mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You faced your fears, adapted, and emerged stronger. That's the mark of a true hero."

My voice was barely a whisper. "And what does that make you?"

His gaze never wavered, his intensity undeniable. "Someone who's been deeply affected by the remarkable hero standing before me."

The air was thick with anticipation, the unspoken tension finally finding its release. With a shared understanding, we closed the gap between us, our lips meeting in a kiss that held all the unspoken words, the shared struggles, and the promise of a new beginning.

As the night deepened, we found ourselves in Matthew's apartment, the darkness outside mirrored in the intimacy that enveloped us. In the heart of the night, as the city slept and the world outside faded away, it was just us – two souls who had navigated darkness and found solace in each other's arms.

The first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden hue. As I stirred, my senses gradually coming to life, I realized I wasn't alone. Warmth enveloped me, and the steady rise and fall of a chest against my back indicated that Matthew was wrapped around me.

Turning in his embrace, I met his gaze, his eyes soft in the morning light. "Morning," I murmured, my voice barely more than a whisper.

"Good morning," he replied, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my arm.

A comfortable silence settled between us, the weight of the night's intimacy lingering in the air. And then, with a hint of a smile, Matthew broke the quiet. "You know, this was probably inevitable."

I chuckled softly, shifting to face him completely. "You're probably right."

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face. "We're both adults, with complicated lives. This... us... it's just a way to find comfort."

I nodded, understanding the unspoken agreement. "Friends with benefits," I said, my tone lighthearted.

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Exactly."

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. There was a comfort in our shared understanding, a mutual recognition of the complexities that had brought us together. We had faced darkness, both within ourselves and in the world around us, and in each other, we had found a safe haven.

"We've been through a lot," I said, my voice tinged with gratitude.

Matthew's fingers intertwined with mine, his touch reassuring. "Yeah, we have."

"And these six months... they meant something," I added, my heart swelling with emotion.

His gaze held mine, the depth of his feelings reflected in his eyes. "They meant everything."

Our words hung in the air, a testament to the bond we had forged. We might not be able to navigate the complexities of a traditional relationship, but we had found solace in each other's company, in moments of intimacy that offered respite from our challenging lives.

With a sigh, I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back.

As the morning sun painted the room in warm shades of gold, I knew that this chapter of our story was far from over. We might not have a conventional romance, but we had something even more precious – a deep and unwavering connection that defied the boundaries of labels and expectations.

And so, we remained wrapped in each other's arms, finding comfort in the presence of the one person who truly understood the journey we had been on. As the world outside stirred to life, we found solace in the knowledge that, no matter where our paths led, we would always be a constant in each other's lives.

...

In a part of the city far from the warmth of Matthew's apartment, Wanda Maximoff sat alone, her thoughts a chaotic storm. Guilt had woven itself around her heart, a relentless reminder of the avenger who had risked her life to protect her. She replayed the memories of their shared battles, of the sacrifices made on her behalf, and the absence that had now stretched for months.

Her twin brother, Pietro, had been observing her from the shadows, concern etched into his features. "Wanda, you can't keep doing this to yourself."

She looked up, her eyes heavy with the weight of her emotions. "I know, Pietro. But she's been gone for so long, and it's all because of me."

Pietro sat down beside her, his presence a steady anchor. "Maybe there's more to this guilt than meets the eye."

Confusion furrowed Wanda's brow. "What do you mean?"

Pietro studied her for a moment before a knowing smile tugged at his lips. "Wanda, you're my twin. I know you better than anyone else. There's something else under that guilt, isn't there?"

Wanda's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she struggled to find the words. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Pietro chuckled softly, the sound carrying a mixture of amusement and warmth. "Don't play coy with me, sis. I can practically hear your thoughts."

She looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and realization. "Fine, maybe there's... something else. But it's complicated."

Pietro nudged her gently. "Complicated feelings are still feelings. And you're not the only one who's noticed."

Wanda's gaze snapped back to him, surprise evident in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Pietro leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. "I've seen the way you two interact. The tension, the chemistry."

Wanda's shoulders tensed, her gaze distant as she let herself drift back to memories of shared glances and unspoken words. And then, her voice trembled as the truth slipped from her lips. "You think I like her?"

Pietro's laughter was light, filled with brotherly affection. "I'm your twin, Wanda. I know how you breathe and what you feel at all times. And I know you've had some unresolved feelings about her for a while now."

A small smile tugged at Wanda's lips, a mixture of fondness and self-awareness. "You always know, don't you?"

Pietro shrugged, a playful grin on his face. "It's a twin thing."

But then, doubt crept back into Wanda's expression, casting a shadow over her features. "What if it's too late? What if she comes back tomorrow, and everything's changed?"

Pietro's voice softened, his gaze holding hers. "You won't know until you try, Wanda. If you feel something for her, if you've been carrying these feelings for so long, maybe it's worth exploring. Life's too short for regrets."

As Wanda's eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city. The realization that her feelings might be reciprocated weighed on her heart, and yet the fear of the unknown held her back.

But as Pietro stood up and offered her a hand, she knew she couldn't let fear dictate her choices any longer. Tomorrow was a new day, a chance to finally address the emotions that had remained unspoken for far too long.

With a determined smile, Wanda took her brother's hand, her heart set on facing the avenger and her own feelings head-on.

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Fic update

   The next morning unfolded in a rather uneventful manner, with the team casually mingling on deck and deepening their camaraderie. This continued until Jason, positioned at the top of the steps leading to the stern, noticed a peculiar sight in the distance.

   “Hey, guys?” Jason gestured towards a growing speck on the horizon, “I think we’re being followed.”

   Piper joined him, squinting to get a better view of the approaching vessel. “That doesn’t look like any ship we’ve seen around here. What do you think?”

   Jason shook his head, “Definitely not a Greek or Roman warship. And it doesn’t fit the profile of a modern ship either.”

   “Nor does it resemble any Egyptian vessels,” added Carter, who had joined them at the back railing, squinting as the ship approached, “It’s not like anything we’re accustomed to.”

   The mysterious ship cut through the waves, its tattered sails appearing to function despite extensive damage. An eerie fog enveloped its deck, obscuring any sight of the crew.

   “It’s not sitting well with me,” admitted Rayla, her unease palpable, “Something feels off.”

   Leo, ever mischievous, eyed approaching rock formations with a grin, “Let’s try some evasive maneuvers. Maybe we can lose our uninvited guests.”

   Leo expertly guided the Argo II through intricate maneuvers, attempting to shake off the pursuing ship. However, the ghostly vessel remained relentless, undeterred by Leo’s skillful navigation.

   As the ship continued its pursuit, the agile movements of the Argo II jostled its passengers. Sadie, recovering from a slide into the railing, winced at the pain in her side. Rayla, struggling with seasickness, sought support from Callum.  

   “Is all this moving really necessary?” Rayla asked, her voice queasy.

   Despite Leo’s evasive actions, the ghostly ship persisted, a haunting specter on the horizon, steadily closing the gap between them.

   After a moment of thought, a spell came to Callum’s mind.

   “Hey, Leo, you think you could steady the ship? I have an idea.”

   Leo halted their maneuvers, responding to Callum’s request. As he released Rayla, Callum stood, clutching his staff with determination. He drew a swirling blue rune in the air and uttered, “Lapis Caeli,” inhaling a massive gust of air from the pursuing ship like a vacuum. With a swift closure of his mouth, he ended the spell, sending a shockwave of air echoing from his staff. The sails of the ghost ship rippled once before freezing in stillness, bringing it to an abrupt stop.

   Exhaling sharply as a thick wisp of air exited from his mouth, Callum collapsed, his staff slipping from his grasp. Rayla moved swiftly, catching him as he slumped back. Kneeling beside him, she braced his back, his arm around her shoulder as Callum took quick and worryingly shallow breaths. Rayla placed her free hand on Callum’s chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. The others exchanged worried glances, not that Rayla noticed, Callum being her sole center of attention and concern.

   Piper, breaking the silence, voiced the question on everyone’s mind, “Is… he going to be okay?”

   Rayla, with a confidence that seemed more for herself than the others, responded, “Yeah, he’ll be fine.”

   Leo, scratching his head, looked at the now still ship, gradually fading from view. “I… I don’t understand. What did he do?” Puzzled, he turned his gaze back to Rayla and Callum. As Callum’s breathing slowed to a more manageable rate, Rayla explained with evident concern, “He took their wind away.”

   The others glanced at each other in astonishment as they realized the true extent of what Callum had done. As the tension lifted, Callum’s breathing gradually slowed, and with Rayla’s support, he managed to stand. His eyes opened, the first question on his lips directed at Rayla, “Did it work?”

   Rayla, her hand drifting from his chest to his face, couldn’t help but scoff. The onlookers wisely chose to give them some space. 

   “That’s what you’re worried about?” she retorted.

   Callum pressed on, “Well?”

   “Yes, dumb mage, it worked, but that’s not my point,” Rayla replied, her voice soft but carrying an underlying concern. As Callum looked into her eyes, he sensed that the fear for him hadn’t fully dissipated.

   “I’m sorry, I worried you,” he admitted, releasing his arm from around her to hold both of her hands.  

   Rayla’s response was equally soft, “It hurts me to see you like that.”

   Callum gently rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles, “I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do anything like that for the rest of this. I promise you, Ray. I-” His words were interrupted by her lips on his. 

   When she pulled away, she said, “We always catch each other, don’t we?”

   Callum smiled at her, “Yeah, we do.”

—

   Rayla found herself on the dark and foreboding deck of Sea Legs, the cursed ship that bore witness to the trials and tribulations of their journey to find Aaravos’s prison. The air was thick with tension, reminiscent of the haunting memories that clung to every plank of the vessel. In her dream, she had successfully picked the lock on her cuffs, a fleeting sense of triumph giving her courage.

   Armed with two stolen spears, Rayla prepared to confront Finnegrin. The malevolent elf captain stood before her, his presence emanating a sinister aura that sent shivers down her spine. As she lunged at him, determination etched on her face, he anticipated her every move with an eerie precision.

   Finnegrin swiftly drew a mysterious rune in the air, uttering an incantation that echoed through the night, “Veinus Frigardis.” 

   A cold, blue wave crawled across Rayla’s skin, and her blood turned to an unnatural chill in her veins. The once triumphant spirit of rebellion now screamed in searing pain, dropping the stolen weapons as her body convulsed on the unforgiving deck.

   But the nightmare took a sinister turn. Where she expected Callum’s reassuring presence, there was only an eerie silence. The anguish in his eyes, the warmth of his touch—absent. Rayla writhed in pain, her pleas for rescue echoing unheard in the hollow night.

   As the spell tightened its grip, she awoke with a gasp, the phantom pain still lingering. The dream had left her breathless, a chilling reminder of the trials they had faced, and a harbinger of the darkness that continued to shadow their every step.

—

   Callum jolted awake at the sound of Rayla’s distressed voice echoing through the ship. Worry etched across his face, he hurriedly made his way to her room, driven by the urgency of her call.

   “Rayla! What’s wrong?” Callum burst into her room, finding her tangled in the remnants of her nightmare. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. 

   “Did... did I say something?” she asked, slightly confused.

   “You called out my name. I was worried,” Callum reassured her, his voice a soothing balm. 

   Rayla’s eyes widened with embarrassment, “Oh no, I didn’t wake anyone else, did I?” 

   Callum gently stroked her back, “Shh, don’t worry about it. I just told them you had nightmares, and they understood.”

   “But-” Rayla attempted to voice her worry, yet Callum shushed her gently once more. 

   “Just breathe, Ray. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” It was only then that Rayla realized she had been crying. She buried her face in the crook of Callum’s neck, in the soft knit of his scarf, clutching the back of his jacket as if he might vanish from her grip at any moment.

   “Shh, shh, I’m here, A mhuirnín.” he repeated, his voice a steady anchor in the sea of her emotions, “I’m always here.” In the cocoon of his comforting presence, the remnants of the nightmare began to fade, replaced by the reassurance that she was not alone in facing the shadows that haunted her dreams.

   After a few moments of soothing, Callum gently pulled back enough to look at Rayla’s face. Concern filled his eyes as he asked, “What was your dream about?” 

   Rayla’s words faltered as she began to describe the haunting vision that had gripped her during sleep, reaching its peak with his unexpected absence.

   As she spoke, Callum’s eyes widened, and a pained expression crossed his face. Without hesitation, he put his forehead against hers, a silent reassurance that he was there and would always be there for her. Rayla felt the warmth of his presence and the steady beat of his heart against her own, grounding her in the reality that the nightmare was just a fleeting shadow in the night.

   “I’m here, Rayla,” Callum whispered, his voice a gentle murmur. “I won’t leave you, not in dreams or in reality. You’re not alone.” The intimacy of their connection lingered in the quiet room, a shared understanding that transcended words.

And that's the last of Chapter 3 folks! Stay tuned for the first part of Chapter 4!