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pedge-page · 4 months

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i love your preggo wife drabbles soo much!!! could you write one where joel takes care of reader with her morning sickness? 🫶🏻

Joel dealing with Preggo Reader: Morning Sickness

Notes: Idk why I keep making reader so mean but he's such a trooper! I'm also no pregnancy expert obviously so plz take my minimal effort in research with a grain of salt.

Warnings: mean reader, language, vomitting, morning sickness

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"I hate your penis."

Joel rolls his eyes. It's only the 11th time you've said it today while being hunched over the toilet, with Joel caringly hovering over you, holding your hair out of the way as you take a deep breath and hurl the breakfast he made you this morning.

"I hate—"

"I know, sweet pea. Just breathe."

You nod in an almost drunken state. He knows its because you've got no energy in you to really fight him, with the baby giving you all the first batch of hell in the life long journey of headaches in child bearing.

He rubs over your spin, caressing the shivers raking over your body so you can focus on not dying right now.

"I hate your toes. I hate your shampoo. I hate your fingernails. I hate your toast. I hate—"

"Ah huh..."

At first he was pretty upset and angered by how much you loath him, but at some point he's tuned it out and just holds and shushes you. While you pout your disdain for the man, you don't oppose his touch.

For now.

"Doin' so good, baby. It's only temporary, baby's just making sure you're a tough momma—"

"Shut the fuck up and get me some water."

Joel stands, his knees reminding him of his less than youthful age, before running downstairs and grabbing a bottle.

You were both a little surprised that all the morning sickness you were warned about hadn't really given either of you trouble in your first trimester. It came with a surprise by the middle of your second, and comes and goes on a daily basis. Today is honestly not so bad: it's your attitude shift that really gives him whiplash.

By the time he gets back up, you're already meandering out of the bathroom like a lost soul with puffy, sleep deprived eyes, and over to the bed, slowly crawling over the mattress, muttering "too tall". You feel his hand supportively on your back, but you snap "fuck off" and get in the bed yourself. He goes to tuck you in with the sheet, but again your hand slaps his away and you close your eyes into darkness.

You can still feel his annoying presence. "What!" You yell, eyes shooting open to see the bottle dangling from his hand. You snatch it without a thank you and gulp.

Joel's just got his hands on his hips, staring at you.

"Kern I hEp ouu, Hondah?" You gurgle through your water sloshing in your mouth.

He just chuckles to himself. "You're cute like this."

You swallow. "I'll fuck you the fuck up."

He laughs even harder, seemingly unserious in your threats. To him, you looked even smaller than before, despite the obvious roundness growing in your tum tum. You seemed like some small puppy finding her growl, or toddler pointing her finger trying to be intimidating but unaware of how badly you're failing.

"So amusing? Why dont you make yourself useful and rub my feet," you demand.

"You need to eat food, baby girl."

"BaBy GiRl" you mock with puppet hand mouth. "NAG nag NAG. I Don't WANT food. I want my FOOT. In your HAND. before I put it up your ASS."

Joel can tolerate the baby cock-blocking him for a few weeks and the endless assult of your words, but he puts his foot down when your basic needs arent being met. "I need you to eat food. You need energy. Baby needs energy."

"Fine! Crackers, you crackhead. Then—" and you thrust your leg in the hair and wiggle your foot in his face so he gets the picture.

"Okay okay!" And he walks out the bedroom.

Joel spends a record 4 minutes downstairs hurriedly putting together a fancy array of cracker options, from Saltines, to Townhouse, to Ritz. He also pops a few cubes of diced ham in his mouth and then holds a few in his hand to snack on later since he too had to abandon breakfast to service you.

By the time you're conplaining "it's been hours!" He's trotting up the stairs, you wiggle your bum so you sit upright in bed, hand over gurgling belly as he brings the tray to you.

Just as youre about to feast on these dry ass cardboard squares, your nose twitches. You see Joel chewing something in his grasp, popping one cube of pale meat quickly into his mouth, and it takes all of 2 seconds for the smell to travel to your brain before you're throwing the tray on the ground, crackers spilling all over the carpet and b lining to the bathroom again to throw up.

As he hears your dramatic gasps and hurls, Joel pulls out his little note pad he's been documenting your pregnancy so far. He writes "no ham" in the lines , right under "hates my penis", before tossing the paper on the bed and stroking your hair lovingly again as you empty your entire organs in the toilet.

By the time you finish, you've got snot and tears running down your face. "but I LOVED HAAAMMMMM" You screech.

It's true. You used to wrap a thick spread of cold butter on a slice of cheap deli ham and eatnit like a cannoli— something he thought was a weird aquired taste BEFORE he even got you pregnant.

Joel grabs a tissue and plants it firmly in your face, and you squeeze your eyes tight and blow right into his palm like a little snot nosed trumpet. He rubs his fingers in your nostrils to get all the boogers out before tossing it and helping you up to your feet again.

All the while you're bawling "l-l-loved—my hh-ham—n cheese" with gross babbling as he tucks you back in the duvet. You were fine with giving up other aversions like tomatoes, pizza crust, and yogurt. Even sex (occasionally). But your beloved ham is one baby step too far.

"Your—"sniffle— "big—"hiccup—"ugly—"choke—"WORM —" cough—"DID THIS TO MEEE," you accuse his crotch and wail into the air.

Then you hiccup very loudly and go quiet entirely.

You look around with curious eyes, fresh tears suddenly unbothering you at the moment.

"Mmmmmmmn crackers," you moan. "Gimme that one," and you point to the mess on the floor.

"What one?"

"That one!"

He bends down and picks up a piece.

But you shake your head. "No that one."

"No." "No the other." "No."

"Which one!" He shouts, unable to contain the lace of frustration.

"The one I'm pointing to, stupid!"

He finally picks up one hes pointed to 3 times already and you clap your hands.

You snatch it out of his grasp, pull a hair off its curved cracked edge before munching on it happily.

He looks at with uncertainty on his face.

You swallow the dry mushed bits and hum contently. "Mmm. Salty."

Not even 12 hours later you two are getting ready for bed, and you mood has completely changed. Still sick, but instead of being unable to stand Joel's entire existence, you praise it.

"Joel, honey? Can you please prop my feet up Under this pillow. I'm sorry. I just can't seem to reach it myself."

"Baby? I'm a little thirsty. Can you get me some water?"

"Im so sorry, Joel. I just can't stomach this food, I know you put so much effort into it. Ugh! I loved this, I really did! I don't know what's wrong with me."

You rub over the discomfort in your slightly swollen tummy and try to be a brave girl and fight the tears, as Joel's been so attentive to your needs, aches, cries and cravings, only to hurl them back up.

You sniffle and look up to him.

He's a bit tense, almost in a fight or flight stance with fear behind his eyes.

"W-whats wrong, Joel?" you ask with a honey song voice.

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

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wileys-russo · 5 months

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hello love, ive been reading your writing recently and i love how you write the players personalities exactly as i imagine them to be!!

ive had an idea that i think you would write perfectly, of alessia adopting a puppy, but as lessi is so clumsy and forgetful, she accidentally leaves out a big bag of crisps and her ‘demon puppy’ as she would call it, eats the whole bag

lessi freaks out and takes it to the nearest vet (aka us) before training and is basically being being a flustered and blushing mess, when she gets to training people pick up on her still tinted cheeks and manage to trick her into gushing about the ‘cute vet’ she met that morning

it could end with lessi returning to awkwardly asking us on a date

thankyou love 🤍

four legged wingwoman II a.russo

"-no you cannot come over for dinner again!" alessia rolled her eyes, pacing around her room with her phone squished in between her shoulder and her ear. "and why not!" vic gasped in offence on the other end of the line.

"because if its not you its one of the other girls. i've had a rotating door of dinner guests almost every single night since i got willow and i want time with my puppy alone!" alessia laughed, her team mates adoring her ten week old puppy just as much as she did, which was making it difficult for her to get any one on one time with her.

"because she is so cute and most of us do not have dogs lessi, you are being selfish!" vic whined, but the blonde held firm in her decision just as she had when lia and leah had tried to invite themselves over tonight too.

"i will literally see you in an hour pavlova, goodbye!" alessia rolled her eyes at the girs insistent begging and ended the call, tossing her phone onto the bed. "now where the hell did i put it?" the striker frowned, hunting around for her spare training top with the other one in the wash.

as adorable as willow was she was the furthest thing from well behaved and was right in the peak of her naughty puppy phase.

if she wasn't chewing things up she was running around with them in her mouth and dropping them all over the house, meaning alessia could barely keep track of anything and as soon as she'd put it down it was being moved.

but the ten week old chocolate lab had the most alluring eyes she'd ever seen so of course alessia could never stay mad at willow as infuriatingly cheeky as she was.

speaking of it was suspiciously quiet as alessia dropped to her knees and sighed in relief finally tugging her training top out from under the bed, huffing at the small teeth holes in the hem of the collar.

"willow!" the blonde called out, frowning when she didn't hear the usual scattering of her nails against the floorboards as she'd bound over. "willow?" alessia called again, quickly changing into her shirt and grabbing her training bag off the bed.

"willow baby where are-" her eyes widened as she hurried into the living room. "oh no no no no!" alessia groaned, grabbing the puppy and tugging her head out of the xl bag of salt and vinegar crisps.

"shit you ate some of the bag too? willow!" alessia gasped realizing there was large bites from the foil as panic set in. "okay um, the vet! we'll go to the vets." alessia spoke to herself, hurrying about like a tornado grabbing what she needed.

"ah willow don't eat that!" alessia huffed, tugging her keychain out of the labs mouth and locking the door up behind them, clipping willow in safely in the passenger seat.

near certain she was breaking more than one road rule alessia sped to the closest vet clinic in record time, sending a hurried half legible voice message to lotte that she would be late to training and why.

grabbing willow out of the car alessia made a beeline inside, wincing as it begun to rain and she did her best to shield the small shivering dog inside her shirt.

finally inside alessia let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in seeing the clinic was almost empty. "can i help you love?" a kind looking middle aged woman asked from the front desk.

"er my puppy ate a full bag of salt and vinegar crisps and most of the bag itself." alessia admitted with flushed cheeks, the receptionist nodding and making a note. "have you been here before?" the blonde shook her head and placed willow down on the floor, tight grip on her leash as the woman handed her a clipboard instructing her to fill it out.

"come on then miss trouble." alessia mumbled, moving to a free seat and maintaining her tight cold on willows leash so she couldn't wander very far. scribbling down her details her eyes would glance to the dog every few moments who didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort.

handing the clipboard back the woman added alessia and willow into the clinic system and gestured for them to sit down, informing there was only one vet in today but it shouldn't be too long a wait.

"oh god willow no!" alessia whispered with wide eyes as the puppy relieved itself right in the middle of the waiting room. "if you've brought her here for bladder control issues im afraid thats just going to need some toilet training." alessias head whipped up at the new voice.

"this must be willow then?" you smiled with amusement, grabbing a roll of paper towel from behind the desk and dropping to your knees. "no please i can do it!" alessia hurried to take it from you though a little too eagerly as she smacked her head into the vets, both of you wincing in pain.

"oh god i am so sorry." alessia apologized with wide eyes, and if her face wasn't red with embarrassment before it must have been the colour of a tomato now.

"its alright, normally its the animals who take a chunk out of me sometimes but i guess its not bad i have a little more contact with humans." you joked, standing up and offering her a hand which she graciously accepted.

"marley do you mind?" you gestured toward the remains of urine on the floor toward the receptionist who nodded, sending alessia a reassuring smile as the girl apologised over and over, dismissing her with a wave.

following after you alessia lifted willow up onto the table as you closed the door behind the pair of you, the blonde seemingly still a little shocked at how young you seemed, you couldn't have been too dissimilar in age to her if she was to go off looks.

"so what brings you here to visit me today willow?" you smiled softly, offering the puppy a treat which she happily accepted. "um well i sort of left a bag of salt and vinegar crisps out and she got into it and ate all of them as well as most of the actual bag." alessia again winced in embarrassment.

"chewer then? they grow out of it." you laughed, scratching behind willows ears and sending alessia a smile which had her stomach flipping. "you have a dog?" alessia asked, wincing yet again at how awkward she sounded.

"i do, and she was once just like miss willow here eating everything and anything she could get her little paws on." you chuckled at the memory, moving to put on a pair of gloves. "has she seemed out of sorts since she ate it? any strange behavior or unusual bowel movements?" you questioned, gently opening willows mouth and inspecting inside as best you could.

"not really? i drove her straight here as soon as i realised." alessia rubbed the back of her neck as you hummed, whistling to gain the puppys attention and quickly checking her pupils with a small torch.

"she seems happy and healthy. did you have somewhere to be?" you asked, nodding to alessia's training kit. "oh just training but i let my team and coach know i'd be late." the striker assured as you rewarded willow with another treat.

"i'd like to keep her here for a few hours in the kennel for observation if thats alright? you're welcome to stay or if you need to go to training i promise you she'll be well looked after. if she's going to pass it or if anything seems a little out of sorts we'll know by midday." you smiled toward the girl who nodded.

"you gave your number when you filled in the patient paperwork right? if anything at all goes wrong or seems remotely off with her we'll call you right away." you assured sensing her hesitation, knowing too well how much owners cared for their pets.

"you should go, really! you'd just be sitting around here twiddling your thumbs. thursdays don't tend to be very busy which is why i'm the only one here, but we have an intern who stays in the kennels to monitor and hang out with the animals so she'll be under constant supervision and i'll check in on her regularly." you continued, willow barking a few times as alessias eyes hovered over here and she gave a nod.

"okay, i trust you."

"-she ate the bag too!?" leah asked with wide eyes, tapping the ball back to alessia who nodded with a sigh. "you gotta get her into puppy school less." the blonde grinned with a shake of her head.

"i know i know, the vet told me the same thing. they actually offer obedience classes there so she said she'd talk me through it when i pick willow up later." alessia shrugged, her phone tucked securely into her pants despite the normal rules, jonas making an exception given the circumstances.

the staff calling it for the morning everyone made their way to over to the coolers, chugging down water and cooling off before they were expected in the gym.

"which vet did you take her to?" steph asked curiously as alessia finished recounting her morning adventures to a few more of the girls. "just the clinic closest to me, green road practice?" alessia tried to remember the name.

"oh! yeah we took calvin there for his vaccinations when he was a puppy and for obedience school, they're really good there." steph nodded which helped melt some of the nerves the striker was feeling about it all.

"i just feel so stupid! imagine if it was like a block of chocolate or something she got into?" alessia groaned as they all started to head inside. "hey its like being a parent lessi, you learn on the job and the best way to learn is mistakes!" beth slung an arm around her waist and squeezed her tightly.

"yeah but-" "no buts! she's okay right? and she's in good hands at the vets yeah?"

"yeah i guess its the best place for her. the vet was actually quite young? well i assume so anyway, not that i asked. but she knew so much? to be fully qualified, again assuming she's round my age, and to know so much is really impressive. plus she was the only vet working so she has to know her stuff!" alessia was so caught up in her rambling she missed the amused knowing smiles exchanged between her teammates.

"so was she cute?" kyra grinned catching alessia off guard. "well she wasn't ugly."

"very nice less, make sure to say exactly that when you ask her out!" leah clapped her on the back with a smirk making the blondes eyes widen. "ask her out! what?"

"yeah? you've been going on and on and on about her all morning. you clearly think she's hot so tell her that." kyra shrugged in explanation as alessia scoffed and stuttered out she didn't. "stop it! leave her be." steph warned the younger australian, arm landing on alessia's shoulder.

"she can ask her out anyway she wants to." "steph!"

alessia shook her head with a frown, head swamped with the teasing words of her teammates that she'd endured all day.

trying her best to brush them off she exited the car, locking it after her and hurrying inside grateful that the rain had subsided and she would no longer look like a disheveled drowned rat.

"alessia, welcome back." marley the receptionist smiled kindly, waving for her to take a seat advising you were just with another patient and would be with her shortly.

the striker busied herself with the team groupchat which seemed to be going off nonstop as the girls argued over room arrangements for the upcoming away game.

"-and i'll see the pair of you in two months for the next round of injections." her head snapped up at your voice as you waved off an older woman and her cat, meeting her eyes with a smile.

"welcome back. how was training?" you asked, genuinely seeming interested in her answer as you hummed to show you were listening. "well i'm glad you didn't break your foot, i'm only licensed to treat animals injuries." you teased as alessia finished recounting the story of kyra dropping a dumbbell and missing her foot by about a millimeter.

"oh don't worry i basically have a tab going at the local hospital, i'm cursed to be dreadfully clumsy, always have been." alessia joked back as you lead her out back toward the kennels. "maybe we should be training willow as a service dog then." you grinned over your shoulder, shouldering open the door and waving for her to step inside.

"so she passed the bag around an hour after you left, but besides that her behavior has been completely normal and i can't see any red flags popping up. she's free to go!" you smiled, unlocking the crate where willow was as within seconds she'd sprinted out toward alessia who squatted down.

"hi baby, you been a good girl?" alessia cooed, scooping up the puppy who wiggled and whined and licked all over her face. "i'd try to break her out of that habit, i've seen a lot of dogs eat a lot of poop." you smiled apologetically as alessia paled and immediately placed her back down on the floor wiping her face.

"noted. thank you!"

alessia once again found her head swamped with the words of her friends as you happily explained how the obedience classes worked, the striker humming and nodding to show she was listening when really her head was off with the clouds.

"but of course there isn't any pressure i know theres a whole load of classes and schools, we actually have a bunch of brochures back in the waiting room so please take some and look into whatever option works best for you and willow." you smiled softly, bending down again to play with the small puppy.

some of the best advice alessia had ever been given was by her brother luca, they were incredibly close and as much as he also frustrated her to no end sometimes he had passed on a pearl or two of wisdom over the years.

one of which was that if alessia was ever dreading something to count to three and just do it, because the longer she took to do it the more she'd overthink and the opportunity 9 times out of 10 would be lost.

so now trying to keep that in mind instead of everything else the girl took a deep breath and counted to three as you stood up and brushed off your scrubs.

"look i don't normally do this but i'm trying this new thing where i don't let opportunities pass me by. would you like to grab a coffee or something sometime?" alessia asked nervously, fiddling with the leash in her hand as you looked on in surprise and the striker prepared herself for rejection.

"yeah! i'd love to."

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joeys-babe · 5 months

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Joey B Imagines: Holly Jolly Christmas

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Summary: Christmas Eve and Christmas morning fun with Joe. The last days of your week in Cincinnati with your boyfriend before you go back to Athens.

(Part one to - Part 2)

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of sex.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Everlasting Love

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December 24, 2023

The love and warmth flowing through the house were off the charts tonight.

It was Joe and I’s first Christmas Eve that we would spend together.

Last year, we had only been dating for five days when Christmas rolled around.

My parents weren't exactly fond of me spending the night, two hours away, with my twenty-six-year-old boyfriend as a nineteen-year-old either. Especially, since I'd be missing Christmas with them.

I still don't know how I convinced them to let me have Christmas with Joe this year, but I won't question it.

Tomorrow morning after exchanging gifts with Joe, he'd be driving me back to Athens.

Though I was glad it wouldn't be two months till the next time I saw him, I'd prefer not to even go a week without seeing Joe, but you can't always get what you want.

I'll savor the time with him as much as I can though, and I know Joe’s doing the same.

The sun had just gone down, and Joe had just put some wood into the living room fireplace.

Now, the Christmas Eve festivities begin.

Joe said he had a cookie craving, but after dating the man for a year I knew he was not a baker.

“Can I help?” - Joe

He had just walked into the kitchen from the living room, to find me opening the box of cookies he requested.

“Joe, honey, you sure?” - you laughed

“What does that mean?” - Joe

“You aren't exactly a baker, baby.” - you

Joe made his way behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, laying his chin on my shoulder.

“You’re always telling me to try new things. I can start right now.” - Joe

“Why do you want to? I thought you'd avoid helping me like the plague.” - you

His arms squeezed me tighter as he explained himself.

“I just wanna be with you right now, as much as I can, to savor our time together while you're with me.” - Joe

“You’re willing to bake just to spend time with me?” - you giggled

“Baby, I'm willing to fuckin’ skydive.” - Joe

I put the box back on the counter and turned around in Joe’s arms. Looking up into those eyes, I felt my chest tighten up.

Like it was so overwhelmed with love it hurt.

“I love you, Joe.” - you

“I love you too, y/n.” - Joe grinned

He craned his neck to kiss me, so I raised to my tiptoes to meet his perfect lips.

After a minute of kisses, I pulled away to start baking.

I was making classic sugar cookies but putting Hershey's Kisses on top.

“So, first, we have to put the dry ingredients in a bowl.” - you

Joe grabbed one of the bowls I had set out and quickly placed it in front of me, the small act making me giggle.

After getting the all-purpose flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt into the bowl, I handed Joe a whisk.

I felt like a mom letting her young son help her make cookies, and that thought resurfaced when Joe flung a bunch of the mixture out of the bowl.

“Shit.” - Joe deadpanned

“It’s okay, baby. The dry ingredients are hard to mix.” - you

After taking the whisk from Joe’s hand, he stepped to the side to let me finish his job.

Once that was done, it was time to move on to the next step.

“This might be easier… wanna use a hand mixer, Joey?” - you

“Sure.” - Joe

I plugged it in and handed it off to Joe, who was looking slightly intimidated.

“I’ll put everything in there, you just mix it, okay?” - you

Joe nodded his head, and I put the butter and granulated sugar into another bowl.

He looked adorable, waiting for me to tell him to start.

I gave him a nod and Joe slowly started to mix the contents up.

“How do I know when to stop?” - Joe

“When it's fluffy.” - you

Joe was doing great, but at one point, I was buckled over laughing at the sound of the beaters hitting the side of the bowl repeatedly when Joe lost control of the mixer.

“Don't laugh at me!” - Joe

A second after he said that, it happened again. I couldn't help but laugh, and this time Joe was laughing with me.

I moved behind him and laid my head on his shoulder blade when he turned the mixer off, and the content sigh that escaped his lips told me he liked the contact.

“Baby…” - Joe

“Mhm?” - you

“I've never felt as happy with someone as I am with you.” - Joe

“Feelings mutual, Joey. I love you.” - you

“I love you too. I just wish things weren't so hard.” - Joe

“Me too. Soon though, I promise, I'll be with you every day.” - you

“Can’t wait.” - Joe leaned into your touch

I contently stood behind my boyfriend, relishing in his touch, when seemingly out of nowhere, he remembered the task at hand.

“Wait, baby, what's next?” - Joe

“Oh shit, the cookies. Uhm, we have to put eggs and vanilla extract in what you just whipped up. Then add the dry ingredients.” - you

Joe grabbed the bottle of vanilla extract, thinking it would be simple enough for him to do without messing up.

So he thought.

When he went to open the glass bottle, his hand slipped, and he dropped the bottle onto the counter. It broke, and the extract went all over his pink sweatshirt.

My reflexes quickly grabbed the rest of the bottle before the rest could spill out, the lid was the only part that shattered. I thought everything was okay, but that was until Joe spoke up.

“Are you shitting me! Why can't I fucking do anything right!” - Joe

“Joe, baby, calm down. Did you get glass on you?” - you

“No…” - Joe mumbled

He looked down at his sweatshirt and let out a loud, annoyed groan.

It was stained for sure, and sadly, it was my favorite one of his sweatshirts. The bright pink Nike top always looked so good on him, and I loved stealing it.

“Just take it off, I'll get the stains out.” - you

“You just want me to take my shirt off…” - Joe

Deciding to play along with his pouty statement, I put my hands on Joe’s shoulders and bit my lower lip as I looked straight into his eyes.

“So what if I do? Are you gonna take it off for me?” - you

“Yes… ma’am.” - Joe stuttered

“Atta boy.” - you backed away and Joe pulled his sweatshirt over his head

After he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, he handed it to me. I put it on the chair to tackle later, and when I turned back around I couldn't stop myself from admiring my boyfriend.

Joe was toned, not too much, the perfect amount. His chest was my biggest obsession, and those veiny arms… god, he was a work of art.

My gaze trailed down his flat stomach, where the slight blonde happy trail ran from his belly button and down.

Knowing what it led to.

Knowing how good he made me feel with what that little patch of hair led to.

It made me hot all over.

“y/n, the cookies…” - Joe

“Oh- yeh!” - you snatched your eyes away from Joe’s body

I hurriedly busied myself with mixing the vanilla into the mixture before turning back to Joe.

“You wanna crack an egg? I know you can do that because you make eggs for breakfast all of the time.” - you

Joe felt a flutter in his stomach. He loved how much I was trying to make him feel useful.

“Sure.” - Joe smiled

He executed the step with no problem, and now that the combination of everything was mixed, it was time to add the dry ingredients.

When I grabbed the bowl containing it, I heard Joe grimace beside me.

“I have beef with those dry ingredients.” - Joe

I looked up at him just in time to see his stank face as he stared down the bowl. His look made me let out a snort, and he laughed with me.

Soon, they were mixed into the wet mixture, and Joe was pleased to see that it was turning into sugar cookie dough.

Joe helped me scoop the dough into balls on the cookie sheet.

I slid them into the oven and set the timer from the recipe.

“Thank you for helping me, baby.” - you

He wrapped his arms around me and placed a huge kiss on my lips.

“I didn't do much helping, more messing things up.” - Joe chuckled

“It’s okay. I had fun with you nonetheless.” - you

“Good, I'm glad.” - Joe grinned

A few seconds of silence went by till I spoke up.

“While we're waiting, what else do you want to do?” - you

“Uh, we can… decorate the gingerbread houses I bought.” - Joe

“Ooo, yeah!” - you

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A few minutes later, Joe and I sat at the bar with our separate gingerbread house kits opened and spread out.

“Have you done this before? You act like you have a system.” - you

“I’ll have you know, I'm actually a reigning gingerbread house decorating champion.” - Joe

“Where? Within the team?” - you laughed

“My family Christmas. I've been winning it since LSU.” - Joe

“Oh really?” - you grinned at him

“Yup. If you're lucky I'll teach you my ways.” - Joe

“Mmm?” - you

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“Joe, how is your’s staying together?!” - you

It was thirty minutes later. The cookies were on the cooling rack, and I was struggling to keep a gingerbread house together.

Looking down at my house, which had a caved-in roof with two walls, I muttered something under my breath.

Struggling might be an understatement.

“What was that?” - Joe

“Nothing.” - you sighed

My gaze shifted over to Joe’s perfectly intact gingerbread house. The roof had M&M’s in the colors black and white, alternating in a pattern.

He was already done with the structure, so now he was just adding random stuff onto it. Including using green icing to make grass on the plastic base.

“Baby.” - you whined

Joe tilted his head to look at me, wanting to know why there was a slight annoyance in my tone. I watched his eyes flick down to my pile of icing and gingerbread, and he had to bite the insides of his cheeks to not laugh.

My glare intensified causing him to giggle, but he leaned forward to press his lips to my forehead.

“looks beautiful, baby.” - Joe

“It looks horrible, Joe!” - you

“I was talking about you.” - Joe laughed

I felt my cheeks heat up as he said that, averting my gaze to anywhere but his intense eyes.

“Oh wait, do you want a cookie before we go to bed? It's getting late.” - you

Joe chuckled at my pathetic attempt to shift the mood and subject before answering.

“Please.” - Joe

I got up from my barstool and walked over to the cookie sheet. They were small so I grabbed a napkin and placed two on it, sliding it across the island to Joe.

“Thank you, my love.” - Joe

“You’re welcome.” - you grinned and bit into a cookie yourself

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“Our last sleepover…” - Joe sighed

I was already lying in the bed when Joe crawled in beside me.

“For now.” - you smiled

Joe pulled me into his chest with a content sigh and squeezed my waist tight.

My hand lingered over his naked body, having just gotten out of the shower and opted for no undies. When I reached his hip, he grabbed my hand gently and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.

“Can I just hold you tonight?” - Joe

His statement set off butterflies in my stomach. Joe and I had engaged in at least a round a day this entire week, enjoying each other while we could. Hearing him say he just wanted to hold me made me feel so loved, and gosh, was he sweet.

“Of course.” - you

That night, Joe and I held each other so tight.

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December 25, 2023

Loved.

That's the only way I could describe how I felt.

Christmas morning with Joe was amazing, making me look forward to my future with him even more.

I mean, I was sure my future had Joe in it.

He had to be because after he came into my life, I was sure I wouldn't know how to live if he left it.

We had just exchanged gifts and smiles never left our faces.

Currently lying on top of Joe, my face smashed into his chest as he rubbed my back with a big hand, I could never feel more content than this.

Christmas music played softly on the TV, and at the same time, we looked at my bags by the front door.

“I love you.” - you both whispered at the same time

Joe and I laughed softly, his hand on my back trailing to cup my head.

“I love you too.” - you both whispered again

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“So… when is the next time I'll see you?” - Joe

Joe and I stood on my front porch. It was around three in the afternoon now and my family was getting Christmas dinner ready inside.

My bags sat next to us, our arms around each other, holding one another as close as possible.

“When I get my schedule, I’ll tell you every single day that is free to come to Cincinnati. Anytime you're here to see your parents, if you can… stop by, okay?” - you

“I will. I'm not going two months without you ever again.” - Joe

Just then, one of my cousins came out onto the porch telling me to come inside because dinner was being served.

“Just a minute.” - you

They nodded and turned back into the house.

“I love you so much. Remember that okay? Even when I'm not there in person to tell you, just know I love you with my whole heart.” - Joe

“I love you too.” - you

I felt tears well up in my eyes and then spill over onto my cheeks. Joe quickly kissed them away.

“None of that, okay? It's not goodbye forever, just a temporary one.” - Joe

“Okay. Okay, yeah. I'm gonna see you again. This isn't goodbye forever.” - you reassured yourself

“That’s my girl. Uhm, I think they're gonna shoot me if I keep you up any longer so…” - Joe

“Bye, Joey.” - you buried your head into his neck

“Bye, baby.” - Joe

I leaned in and pressed a long kiss on his lips, never wanting to break away, but knowing I had to.

Joe stepped away from me and took a few steps back.

“You go ahead. I'll feel better if I see you walk in safely.” - Joe

I walked away slowly and turned towards the door, reaching for the doorknob and opening it before turning around to look at Joe one last time.

He gave me a sad smile and it gave me enough reassurance to walk into the house and shut the door behind me.

Everyone in the living room stopped and looked at me.

My mom's eyes flicked from my sad face to Joe’s through the window.

I watched him look at the door and then down at his feet before slowly walking back to his car.

Before he could reach for the handle he felt something cold hit his nose. Joe looked into the sky and saw that it was snowing. It was a white Christmas.

Joe smiled to himself and flinched at the sound of a door being slammed.

He looked around before his eyes landed on me. I was standing on the roofed porch as I watched the snow fall from the sky.

“It’s snowing!” - you

Joe stood there and admired me; his girl, the woman he was in love with, the one he thinks is his forever.

Slowly, I walked off the porch and over to Joe, who was leaning against his Porsche with a wide grin on his face.

The snow collected in his blonde hair, and as I admired him, he pressed his soft lips onto mine.

When we pulled away, all we could do was look into each other’s eyes… and just smile.

“Merry Christmas, Joe.” - you

“Merry Christmas, y/n.” - Joe

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Alone at Last - Joel Miller

Paring: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Vaginal Fingering, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, My Shitty Writing.

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I posted my last fic, but while writing requests I thought I'd make this little fic because I'm so in love with Joel rn. <3

“Mind pouring me a glass, cowboy?” You asked from a distance, gazing into the living room at Joel, who sat on the couch, awaiting your arrival with an open bottle of Jack Daniels.

It was a housewarming present from his brother, welcoming you into the community of Jackson, Wyoming, where you and Joel decided to settle down with Ellie.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Joel’s low southern accent melts like honey as it flows through your ears. You’ll never get used to those initial butterflies you feel when he speaks.

He swallows back the dark liquor and grabs the bottle on the coffee table, pouring you a fine glass of Tennessee whiskey. His chocolate brown eyes narrow on your body, ogling the way your hips sway in those tight, blue jeans as you walk over to him.

The tips of your fingers pulled the glass out of his hand before plopping down beside him, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you in close, allowing you to snuggle comfortably into his side.

You hadn’t had a drop of whiskey since you were in the Boston QZ, which felt like years ago. You savored every sip of the aged liquor. Smooth with the flavor of oak and vanilla on your tastebuds. For being one of the last sold bottles, weeks before the outbreak, it was still delicious.

You rest your hand upon his thigh and take this opportunity to admire your lover. Especially the sexy salt and pepper look sprinkled in his messy hair and scruffy beard, and those adorable lines creasing by his eyes as a smile spreads across his plush lips before taking another sip.

The sight of Joel made your hips shift against the cushion and your thighs feverishly clench together. An action he can’t help but notice.

“You know, Ellie’s asleep in her room...” You say with that yearnful, needy gaze, Joel knew all too well. He couldn’t tell you the countless times you’ve given him that look, then the next minute, you were being pounded with his hand over your mouth, trying to keep you quiet.

“Oh, yeah?” His brows raise knowingly, watching you smirk as your hand moves further up his thigh. “Mm huh, and I think you know what that means.”

“Oh, I bet I do, sweetheart,” Joel mutters, leaning in slowly and meeting his soft lips to yours. You carefully set the glasses aside and lay your hands against his clothed chest, fingers gripping at the fabric material of his button-up. Warmth consumes your body as you hungrily push deeper into the intimate kiss.

“C’mere, honey.” His thick, calloused hand pats his upper thigh and offers you a seat, which you immediately take, grabbing ahold of his shoulders and straddling his lap.

Joel’s warm breath tickles your inner neck as he moves in close and suckles your sweet spots between hot, sensual kisses while undoing the buttons of your flannel shirt till your tits are exposed.

“Fuck, baby.” He sighs, hands gliding along your body and up your curves, caressing your soft, supple skin, sending shivers of lust down your spine. His hands reach up, cupping your bare breasts in either hand and massaging them gently, feeling your nipples harden against his cool skin.

Your fingers run through his hair, gently tugging as you roll your hips into the prominent bulge beneath you, putting pressure upon your labia, attempting to relieve the ache between your thighs. You bite at your bottom lip, shutting up all the needy whimpers you wanted to let out at that moment to not wake Ellie.

“I’m gonna make this sweet, little pussy feel so damn good,” Joel whispers in your ear, feeling the heat radiating off your clothed cunt against his thigh as he reaches down and pulls at the zipper of your jeans.

A shiver shoots through your body, watching him slip into the waistband of your pretty black panties and begin gliding his fingers through your lips.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He groans, circling your entrance with his calloused fingertips before slipping two digits into your tight pussy.

Your bottom lip parts from your top, and a pretty pornographic moan escapes your mouth. Joel's fingers are much thicker than your own, becoming coated with your juices as they slide along your inner walls, and swirl themselves in a clockwise motion.

Keeping that rhythm for a moment before his strong fingers curl forward against the rough patch of your upper wall, simulating your g-spot, making your hips buck at the sensation, your bushy mound filling the palm of his hand.

“Oh, J-Joel-” You moan breathily, a coil tightening in your stomach and pussy gripping around him. All your nerves suddenly set to fire as your mind enters a lustful haze, only able to focus on the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

Joel's heavy cock strains against the rough material of his jeans, and eyes dance over every inch of your body, like how your bosom was heaving in that thin flannel and how your thighs practically vibrated around his. The sound of your wet pussy and sweet moans was music to your ears.

“That’s it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well~”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning loudly as his thumb moves up and makes lazy circles around your swollen clit, which throbbed beneath the pad of his thumb. Your walls contract around him. The tension grew greater, ready to snap at any second. “J-Joel, I’m so close!”

“C’mon, sweetheart, cum all over my fingers.”

That was all you needed to hear to send you crying out in pleasure, orgasmic shockwaves gripping your body as your toes curl in your heavy boots and thighs shudder til they are weak.

Arousal gushes across his thick fingers, whispering sweet praises in your ear, working you through your powerful orgasm before you’re so sensitive and dazed that your head lulls forward, resting upon his shoulder.

A smile spreads across your lips as you feel your lover's fingers remove themselves from your fluttering cunt, and instead slip them into his mouth, suckling off your sweet juices.

You press a couple of kisses along his scruffy jawline and snake your hand down, palming the large, protruding tent in his pants. Joel moans softly, messy hair pressing into the wall behind him as his dick twitches in your grasp.

You shift off his lap and kneel between his spread legs, eyes gazing up into his so sensually as you begin undoing his jeans, “Let me take care of you.”

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The Nanny

Pairing: Rafe x Nanny Reader

Summary: Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside was dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?

Warnings: Angst, mention of drugs, sexual harassment (some creep tries to force themselves on reader), forced kiss (same creep with the reader), slight comfort?, (please be careful if you have any issues with sexual harassment it doesn't go far but I don't want anyone uncomfortable), (let me know if I missed anything), fighting

Wc: 7.0K

A/N: One more part to go! Sad to see it coming to an end but thank you for all of your support.

Chapter 8: What are we?

You just watch as Rafe leaves. A sinking feeling builds in your chest. It’s like when you’re on a rollercoaster and you get to the really big drop. You always hated that part of the ride, somehow this feeling tops it. Fighting back the tears you walk to your room. Wheezie can wait until the morning, right now you just need to go to bed. You try to calm your breath the whole walk to your room. Scared if you made too much noise someone will hear.

Entering your room you finally let the tears go, finding solace within the four walls. The tears well onto your lashes, falling down in fat drops. Choked sobs echoing inside the silent room.You furiously try to wipe them away, hating how small you feel at this moment. This isn’t what you wanted. Deep down a part of you wanted him to fight for you. Seeing him give up so easily just adds salt to the gaping wound.

You strip from your clothes, throwing on a pair of sleep shorts and stopping when you reach for a shirt Rafe left. A part of your brain is screaming to find another shirt, the other is dying to have at least one last piece of him. Against your better judgment you grab the shirt and put it on. It faintly smells like him, another reminder how you truly thought he cared. The birthday cologne smelt slightly more bitter than it did before. But it was still him.

You turn to your bed, the sage green sheets lay perfectly flat, a bouquet of flowers on top. Walking closer you notice that they are white roses, your favorite. There’s a little note tied on the string that holds them all together. You pick them, opening the card to read it. I’m sorry Sunny. I fucked up but I can’t lose you. Please let’s just talk it out. I miss you. -R

The note makes you sob harder. He knew your favorite flower and he wanted to work things out. If you had just seen this before interrupting maybe things would be different. Maybe he would be he instead of walking away. Why would he remember your favorite flower? You barely even remember when you mentioned it around him.

“What are you doing?” The voice behind you makes you jump. The rose in your hand flies as you grip the scissors tighter. You turn your head to see Rafe leaning back on the kitchen counter. “Jesus Rafe you can’t do that. You scared the crap out of me.” You lean on the kitchen sink, regulating your heartbeat back to normal. He chuckles a little, a small smile spreading on his lips.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare ya. Just saw you standing there and was curious.” He eyes your ass getting a perfect view from his spot behind you. “I’m cutting the stems of these roses.” “What Rose wants to be in every part of this house now?” He thinks he’s funny but he’s not. “No smartass. They are my favorite flowers, specifically the white ones.” You got back to cutting the stems, picking up flower to flower.

He sits there and watches and you finish the rest of the flowers. “Kinda seems corny doesn’t it? Like every chick likes roses it's never another flower.” Rafe remarks. Teasing you for the choice. “Well I like them because of my grandma. She used to get fresh bach every week and put them around the house. I get them because they remind me of her.” That’s the most you’ve shared about her since she died.

She was kind of the glue that held the family together. She always knew how to make everyone laugh. Always made you feel safe and welcomed. Your parents weren't that bad when you were growing up at first. They loved you so much as a baby, couldn’t have been prouder. Then the older you got the more money they had to spend. The more time they had to put into you and not them. It seemed the older you got the more problems they had. The more pressure they would put on you to be better.

Your grandma did a great job at shielding it from you for as long as she could. The flowers were the thing the two of you shared. Spending time picking out the right ones just to go home and build a bouquet. It was the highlight of your weeks and after she died it was over. You held on to the last bouquet until all the petals were left to nothing. Rotting on your dresser, burning holes into the wood to leave their marks. No bouquet felt the same after but it brought you comfort.

“Remind you?” Rafe questions. “She died when I was eight. I make bouquets to feel connected to her.” He just looks at you as you fill the vase with water, adding the roses one by one. He remembers watching his mom arrange flowers for the house. She would bring him along as she picked out various flowers. Always asking him for his input because he was her special helper. It was their special day activity, Ward would get upset at the sight of Rafe helping out. His mother would go to his defense, nipping Ward’s words in the butt the moment they exit his mouth.

It hurt to remember his mom, the memory causing more heartache than anything. The image of his happy mom crushed when he realizes she’s gone. Left him behind with a man that hates him. In a town where no one will ever care for him. But then he watches you do a simple action that brings her back. It hurts but he can’t help but smile watching you. “I’m sorry. I bet it was hard losing her. They look good, she’d be proud.”

You look him in the eyes, a soft smile gracing your face. Rafe can’t help but to think how beautiful you look. “Thank you. That was very sweet of you Rafe.” You praise. He blushes, straightening up and walking off. “WHatever don’t tell everyone now.” You laugh at him. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The memory makes the feeling worse. He had remembered that conversation this whole time. It had happened early on to you working here, one of the first few meetings with the oldest sibling. You thought he was just being polite because you were new and you just told him something sad. But he still had that information stored away in some filing cabinet in his mind. The fact he still knew makes you want to find him and forgive him. Then you think about the fact he gave up.

You can’t really fault him, he has a right to do what he wants. Yet it still stings that you weren’t enough for him the first time and you weren’t enough for him this time. You place the flowers on the bedside table. Pulling the covers back you climb into bed, curling up into a ball and going yourself to sleep for the second night in a row.

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The sound of voices stir you slowly awake. “Come on, leave her alone.” A hushed voice breaks through the door. “I want to know what happened last night. She never came to tell me.” Wheezie’s hush whispers fully wake you up. “No, let's go.” Sarah’s voice firmly states, footsteps fading down the hall. The room is bright, the curtains are fully open, you must have forgotten to close them last night. The light is harsh on your eyes, they still sting from crying the night before.

Everything keeps replaying in your mind. Memories creating a slow motion picture just for you. They are on a continuous loop as you get ready for the day. Your mind keeps going back to what Wheezie said to you yesterday. Would you be okay if you saw him with someone else? No you wouldn’t, seeing him with Sofia was hard enough. You don’t think you would be able to handle it further.

That realization brings you back to the flowers and the note. He has kept the memory with him since that day. Rafe wanted to make it up with you and showed you that he does care about you. He used the memory to do something that would make you happy, even if he caused you pain. The note made it obvious he wanted to work things out, maybe you should have listened to him. He didn’t actually have any reason to stay loyal to you, no conversation was had for the next step to happen.

Once you are finally dressed you slip on your shoes determined to find Rafe. You look around the hall when you step out, not wanting to run into anyone and change your mind. You make your way to his door and knock. Butterflies fill your abdomen, the nervous feeling eating you from the inside out. “Rafe?” You call out, keeping your voice low. Your right hand opens the door and you are faced with an empty room. The room is still a mess, things littered everywhere, a perfect match to him.

Sighing you close the door again, heading downstairs to get some breakfast. Voices can be heard from the kitchen, they aren’t loud so it’s hard to make anything out. Entering the kitchen you see Rafe talking with Sarah and Barry just sitting at the island. “He shouldn’t be here Rafe. Dad will flip out.” Sarah argues with her brother. “He already doesn’t like me, why should I care?” He huffs out and turns around, pausing when he sees you at the door. Barry and Sarah to look at what caught his attention.

“Well hello baby. Thought I would never see you again.” Barry’s voice rings in your ears but you can only focus on Rafe. “Hi.” You squeak, your voice giving away how nervous you are to see him. His jaw is clench, his hands forming fists as he looks at the man staring you down. “Let’s go Barry. We got shit to do.” He says pushing the other guy's shoulder as he passes him. Rafe gives you a nod as he walks by you and leaves. Barry tsk’s as he gets up making his way out as well. “That boy never learns does he?”

You just stand there, eyes glancing at Sarah. “I’m sorry I didn’t think you would be up right now after last night.” You smile at her and go in further to make food. “It’s fine. He already said he was going to leave me alone from now on. I just didn’t take him seriously.” Boiling water, you get the oats out of the cabinet, oatmeal was the fastest thing you could think of. “Wait what?” Sarah exclaims. Her shocked face staring at the back of your head.

You know she won’t leave you alone for the rest of the day. You have picked up on a few things over this past year. Never interrupt Ward when he is in meetings or talking in general. Rose really does care but the kids will never respect her so she lets them be. Rafe has been hurt for so long that he refuses to be himself now. Even though Sarah and Wheezie are different people they have the same personality trait. They care so much that they don’t know when to call it quits. Granted Sarah is better at keeping it at bay than Wheeze.

Knowing this and knowing how she feels about her brother you give in. You spilled and told her everything. How Wheezie accidentally was the reason why Ward knows what happened. How Ward was yelling at Rafe and how you stepped in. Then told her about the argument between the two of you. Finally leading to him saying he will leave you alone from now on. The whole conversation lasted all of breakfast, the oatmeal you made for the two of you long gone.

“I can’t believe that he just walked away like that. He was the one to mess up, he can't be mad.” She’s saying things you’ve already said to yourself. He did mess up and he shouldn’t be mad. But another part knows that you hurt him too in some way. You shut him out when he wanted to fix things. You ignored him and refused to talk. In the end you did the same thing he did, you didn’t communicate with him how you felt. “It’s not that simple, Sar. He hurt me yeah but I also shut him out. I’m sure that had to hurt him too, I can’t expect him to wait around for me.” You are trying to be reasonable. This is her brother you are talking about, you don’t want to be the reason why they are not on good terms. Things just started to die down between them.

“But it is simple. He messed up by kissing another girl and all you did was get space from him. He decided to just give up without much of a fight.” Her words force you to think back to when he was crying. Pleading with you to give him a second chance, just to hear him out. “He did try. I just didn’t give him the chance and it’s okay. He’s hurt and he needs his space too. I can’t get upset with him for doing the same.” Deep down you know you have a point. He is hurt and needs time which is what you did. It just hurts that when you figured out how you felt it was too late.

“Why are you defending him so much? I get that you liked him but he hurt you.” You are quiet, looking at your bowl. “Do you still like him?” She asks, watching your reactions. When she doesn’t get an answer she realizes it was deeper than what she thought. “Oh.” You both sit there, the weight of your unspoken words heavy in the air. “We never said we were exclusive. It was never something we talked about so he really didn’t do anything wrong. I just can’t hate him.”

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The thrap of the tennis ball takes you out of your daydream. Wheezie had dragged you out to the country club for a round of tennis, stating it would help you feel better. It was sweet of her for caring but the exercise was not welcomed. You would rather be enjoying the day reading then out on the court hitting a ball back and forth. “How many points is that?” She asks, a smile bright on her face. “6-2 I think.” You respond. You bounce the ball a few times before throwing it up and hitting it to her.

The rest of the morning was uneventful after your talk with Sarah. She tried to talk to you more about how you should be upset but it got nowhere. Once Wheezie popped into the kitchen the conversation died and it was over with. You were relieved when Wheezie didn’t mention Rafe at all after. Even happier when all she wanted to do was go out. That soon faded when she said she wanted to play tennis. It was just an excuse to see the cute tennis instructor that just started there.

Everything was going well until you were both leaving. You were stepping off the court when a golf cart blew past you. “Watch it, asshole.” Wheezie yells causing the cart to stop. The boys inside it all turn around and low and behold there’s Rafe with some guy you’ve never seen. “Watch it, Wheeze. Next time you might get run over.” The boy next to him chuckles. “Yeah, stay out of the way.” Rafe shoots him a look and the boy quiets down. “Oh please like you are so scary. Stop driving like a maniac and be normal.”

Rafe looks at you, eyes lingering for a little longer than needed. You smile at him, opening your mouth to greet him. He turns away before the words could escape. The cart drives off again leaving the two of you alone. He was really taking this leaving you alone seriously. You had hoped that he would be able to talk to you or be civil at least. You miss his voice, his smile, you miss him. Standing there you both just watch them drive off, walking to the building to get changed into clothes.

Wheezie wants to comment on how Rafe didn’t say anything to you. Noticing the look on your face as he ignored you. There’s a nagging in the back of her brain to ask you about last night. Her anxiety is getting the best of her, she’s scared that Rafe hates her. She has seen him get really angry and as much as she isn’t afraid of him, she still doesn’t like it. Wheezie doesn’t want to be the reason why her brother is angry at their father or at you.

“What should we watch tonight? I saw 10 Things I Hate about You the other day while scrolling and I’ve been wanting to watch it. What do you think?” You ask the younger girl as you walk the halls to the changing rooms. Wheezie clams up, her anxiety increases a bit more as she tries to think of an excuse. She needs this to go perfectly, nothing can get messed up. “Can we watch it as soon as we get home? My friends and I are having a Netflix watch party tonight.”

“That’s fine. We can get some dinner and then watch it. How does that sound?” You ask while getting your clothes from the locker you put it in. “That’s perfect.” Wheezie wasn’t lying it was perfect. She needed you to be happy and complacent for the time being. She knows that you might be a little angry with her by tomorrow so she wants to butter you up while she has the chance.

You both got changed and packed up the rest of your things. You are trying hard not to think about Rafe but are failing. Would he still want a second chance if you gave it to him? Yes is the first answer that pops into your brain. Then you think about how he’s ignoring you and that changes. He seems to have no problems pretending you don’t exist, maybe he doesn’t actually want you. Maybe the roses and letter was a ploy to get in your bed again. Yeah that was it.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you have Wheezie order some food. Getting into the car you drive to pick it up before going home. The house is quiet, no one seems to be home besides Sarah. “Hey guys.” Sarah shifts her eyes back to the book in her hands. “Hey! We are going to watch a movie. Want to join?” You ask as you make your way to the living room to settle down. “What movie?” “10 Things I Hate about You.” Wheezie answers. “You had me at Heath Ledger let’s go.” Sarah bolts up, the book forgotten as it flies in the air.

The three of you all get comfortable and queue the movie up. You all just sit in silence, eating and enjoying the movie. Once the food is finished , everyone relaxes back. Only really speaking to comment on the movie. “Uh, I wish he would sing for me.” Sarah dreams out loud. You chuckle at her, nudging her thigh with your foot. “Want me to tell John B to serenade you?” Wheezie laughs at your teasing. “Oh my god. I would pay to see that.”

You honestly can’t help but see the irony of watching this movie. Boy pretends to be into the girl only for her to find out it was all a lie. She tries to hate him but can never seem to, only to find each other in the end. But this isn’t a movie. Clearly Rafe is content with having you out of his life. There won’t be some big confession that absolves him of all his mistakes. He’s too proud to let anyone see how he feels. Maybe this wasn’t the best choice of movie.

Some masochistic part of you wants to feel the pain of watching something that will never happen. To soak in that feeling just to spite yourself. If the girls weren’t here you would probably be crying right now. Mourning the what if’s that plague your mind. It isn’t fair to do this to yourself and you know that. You just can’t seem to help yourself from finding comfort in your own pain. So used to the feeling that anything else seems foreign.

The rest of the movie plays out. Patrick and Kat just made up and are now kissing. Every muscle in your body feels heavy. The weight of the situation pulls you down further into the couch cushions. The credits start to roll and the girls are stretching. “Okay I’m going to my room now.” Wheezie gets up to leave. “Already? It’s still early.” Sarah questions. “Yeah I’m doing a watch party with some friends.” Wheezie shrugs trying to walk fast out the room. Sarah squints her eyes at her younger sister and watches as she leaves.

“Doesn’t she usually stick to you like glue until she goes to bed?” Sarah asks you. She finds it weird that she randomly watches parties with friends. She looks at you when you don’t answer. You were still stuck in your head that it took you a while to process what happened and Sarah’s words. “Um yeah sometimes. It’s good that she’s hanging out with friends. I’m not always going to be her nanny.” That’s when it hit you, this job isn’t forever. There’s no reason for any of them to stay in contact with you after Wheezie gets old enough. The girls would most likely stay in touch you know that. But you won’t be forced around Rafe anymore, maybe that’s a good thing.

“What are you even talking about?” She laughs. “You will always be a part of this family. At least you will be with Wheeze and I. You can’t get rid of us that easily.” She smiles at you. It makes you feel better having that reassurance. Even in the end you will still have them. “I think I’m going to go to my room and read. If you want to hang out or need me just come in.” You tell her. There’s a book on your night stand that you want to finish.

You must have been reading for an hour or two when Sarah bursted into your bedroom. “Is Wheezie in here with you?” She asks. You look up from the book, your face scrunching in confusion. “No, why?” Her face seems worried which only intensifies when she realizes Wheezie isn’t here either. “She’s not in her room and I can’t find her around the house. I wanted my sweater back and she was just gone.” Worry starts to gnaw at you. She has to be here somewhere, she couldn’t have just disappeared.

“Hold on. She has to be here somewhere. I’m just going to call her.” You place your book down and grab your phone. You dial her number and it rings. Sarah just stares waiting to see what happens. She didn’t answer. “Nothing.” You say. Sarah sighs not knowing what to do. “Let me track her phone.” Sarah gives you a bewildered look. “You track us?” She practically yells. “No. Your dad put it on Wheezie’s phone and I just have access to it. I never use it but this is kinda important.”

The app shows Wheezie at a house not too far from Tanny Hill. “She’s at a house. It’s close to here.” You get up putting your shoes on and grabbing your keys. “I think she’s at Trevor’s party. The one she was talking about yesterday.” Crap. Of course, that’s why she had a watch party. She just wanted me to leave her alone so she could sneak off.

The car ride to the party was tense. You were so upset and worried. She went behind your back and put herself at risk to go to this party. No one knew where she was and something could have happened to her. Oh god what if something did happen? She is still young and people like to take advantage of that. This situation is setting panic alarms in your mind. You just hope Ward doesn’t find out because the Rafe situation can be forgiven. Letting his teen daughter go to a party and get drunk might be his last straw.

Loud music is blasting as you pull into the street. There are people everywhere and the feeling of dread increases. It’s going to take forever to find her here. Not only that, you know Rafe is around. There’s no way that he would miss the opportunity to sell and take drugs. Walking into the house was a hassle, people kept blocking the way. Drinks are being spilled on you, soaking your shoes in the process. This is the one thing you hate about parties, they are always a mess. People get too drunk and throw up everywhere. Others start fights or spend the night taking copious amounts of drugs. You don’t judge them, it's just not something you enjoy.

“We should split up. I’ll call you if I find her.” Sarah yells over the music. “Sounds good.” You head towards the stairs to check up stairs. The stairs are littered with cups making the floors sticky. Most of the doors are closed so you have to open each one. You found a couple in one room, the rest being empty or locked. Laughter fills your ears from the other end of the hall. Walking over you see a group of guys all sitting around.

Looking closer you can see that they are doing line and in the middle of all of them was Rafe. Barry was sitting next to him chatting up a customer trying to upsell. A girl enters your view and you watch as she walks over to Rafe. She leans down and whispers in her ear and rests her hand on his shoulder. You watch as he smiles up at her, shaking a little bag in her face. He turns to make a line for her on the table and he catches your eyes.

He freezes, the card in his hand stalling. He picks up his actions when the girl whispers to him again. She makes her way onto his lap and that’s when you look away. Heading back down the stairs, missing how he pushed her off his lap and shot up. How he looked for you but you were already gone.

You keep looking around the house. Stopping into every room to check them. The next thirty minutes were spent searching the house. You kept coming up short which was freaking you out even more. You look at the app again and can see that she is still in the house. She’s here somewhere but you just can’t seem to figure out where. Your phone starts to ring in your pocket. “Hello?” You answer

“I found her. I’m bringing her to the car so we can leave.” Sarah tells you. Relief floods through your system. “Okay I’ll meet the two of you there.” She hangs up. Knowing that Wheezie is safe now you are ready to leave. You walk through the living room, eyes trained on the front door next to the kitchen. A body blocks you as you get right outside the living room. “Hey.” Some random guy says.

“Uh hey?” You say wearily. You are a little weirded out. You have never seen this guy before and he keeps blocking you as you try to get around him. “You’re that nanny for Rafe’s little sister right?” He asks. “Yeah.” He nods at you. His hands are in his pockets, he looks a little awkward like this. He takes a step closer to you, your body backing up closer to the wall. “Sorry for what he did to you. Think he’s kinda stupid for letting a girl like you go.” He says.

As if his words would make you feel better about what happened. “Thanks. I have to go now.” You try to step around him again and his arm lands on the wall, blocking you. This is starting to get more uncomfortable by the minute. “Hey I’m just trying to talk to you. I think you’re really pretty. We can just have some fun.” He tries to ration with you. “I’m good, I really just want to go. I have to get back to Wheezie.” You try to push him off you but he just gets a little closer.

His breath fans against your neck as you squirm away from him. One of his hands grabs your bicep, keeping you still. “Come one don’t be like that. I just want to get to know you. I think we could really like each other.” His body is now pressed up to you. You can feel how hard he is through his pants. It's disgusting. Your hand raises to his chest trying to push him off. It only makes it worse, in lips kissing your neck.

From the kitchen Rafe has been watching the whole interaction. Watching as he hit on you and how you stood there. He watches as his hands are touching you, his lips kissing the same skin his own lips touched. He was angry. Angry at himself for fucking this up, angry at his dad for being the reason he’s like this, mostly mad at you for moving on right in front of him. He was just filled with anger.

It didn’t help that he was so high and coked out that the feeling was ten fold. He had spent all day yesterday and today taking bump after bump. Smoking the day away and drinking. There’s so much in his system that he’s surprised he’s even standing. No matter how much he takes you are always still there. There in his home, at the country club and now here. He can handle seeing you, not really but he could manage. But he can’t stand there and watch as you are with someone else. His breaking point is when the guy kisses you.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing. One moment he was just watching you, hating his life. Now he’s marching over to drag you out of here and yell at you. You can’t just rub it in his face how little he means to you. He was about to call you out when he heard you speak. “Get off of me.” It’s like a switch flipped. He is now paying attention to your body language. Rafe sees her hands trying to push his chest. How the guy keeps grabbing them to bring them down to his pants. “Just shut up and stay still.”

That was Rafe’s breaking point. He grabs the guy from the back of his shirt, throwing him to the ground. You watch in horror as the guy hits the floor in a hard thump. Rafe’s fist meets the guy's face in an instant. You stand there as his body holds the guy down and he keeps hitting him. Everyone is yelling in horror, telling Rafe to stop. “What is wrong with you? She told you to get off her.” Rafe yells.

His voice snaps you out of it. The guy is trying to block Rafe’s hits but he can’t do much in his position. Rafe has him trapped on the floor. “Rafe stop, let him go.” You yell. You really don’t want to be the reason that he got into a fight. It’s bad enough that his dad yelled at him over you.

Topper and Kelce run over, dragging Rafe off of the poor guy. “Fucking touch her again and I swear I’ll kill you. I won’t hesitate if I see you near her again.” Rafe screams as his friends drag him away. You look at the guy on the floor, he just lays there as people try to check on him. “God he’s such a psycho. Who just attacks a random guy.” Someone says as they pull out their phone to call the cops. “Maybe he shouldn’t be such a creep forcing himself onto people.” You say without thinking. Heads turn to look at you in confusion. Some people connect the dots as to what happened. “DId he try to..” You walk away before people can ask questions.

You find Rafe outside, pacing in circles as he yells at his friends. “Why would you pull me off? FUcking asshole deserved it. He’s lucking I didn’t fucking kill him.” The boys just look at him with worried looks. “You can’t just say you are going to kill people Rafe.” Topper tries to reason but it falls on deaf ears. “Nah I mean it. He was going to hurt her and I wanted to kill him. I would do it to anyone who even thinks about touching her.” The boys don’t know what to say. Rafe is like a ticking bomb when he’s like this.

“Rafe.” Your voice calms him, he turns to you. “Are you okay?” He rushes to you. Examining you to make sure that creep didn’t harm you in any way. “I’m fine. Thank you.” You don’t know what else to say. He helped you out back there and you are grateful. “I swear if he hurt you I’m going back in there and killing him. DOn’t care if they arrest me.” He’s being irrational. “Hey, just calm down. Everything is fine now. You made it okay.” He pauses, your words sinking in. He made it okay.

He was the one who helped you, the one that saved you. He reaches out to you, caressing your check. Relishing the feeling of you leaning into his touch. “You should go home.” He whispers. Your eyes open and meet his. Their red and his pupils are dilated. “Come with me.” He looks at you, debating if it’s a good idea. “I can’t. I said I would leave you alone, so I can’t.” He takes his hand off your face, about to back away from you but you stopped him.

“I want you to come with me, please. You can’t drive like this.” He gave in, no fighting was needed. You want him and that’s all he needs to know. He steps closer, walking side by side to your car. He sees Wheezie and Sarah in it. “What are they doing here?” He asks you. “Wheeze snuck off to the party. We came to get her and when I was leaving well.” You look back at the house and at him. “Well you know.”

He nods at you, not saying another word as you get into the car and drive off. The car ride was filled with you and Sarah lecturing Wheezie on how dangerous this was. That if something happened to her and no one knew where she was it could end badly. Rafe tenses at this thought. He was so coked out he didn’t realize his own sister was at the party. You were right she could have been hurt. Look at what happened to you, the same could have happened to Wheezie.

He’s on autopilot as he walks into the house and up the stairs. Your conversation plays in the background in his mind. He enters his room shutting the door but not noticing how it doesn’t click shut until a moment later. “Are you okay?” Rafe turns to see you in front of the door. “Yeah, I just want to get to bed.” What he really wants is to take another line and sleep the thoughts away.

“I just wanted to say thank you again for helping me today.” You shift your eyes from him. “No problem. Didn’t want you to get hurt.” He sits on the edge of his bed, folding his hands and looking at them. “That’s all? I got the flowers you gave me.” you take a step closer, wanting to be near him. You want to fix this, tonight made you realize he does care.

“Oh yeah. You can just forget about them. Don’t know why I even got them in the first place.” Your smile fades, the small flame of hope flickers out. “So that note was for nothing?” He doesn’t say anything. Guess you finally got your answer, it's over. “Don’t know why I even tried talking to you. You don’t care.” You go to leave the room. “Don’t leave.” He calls out.

Your hand is still on the door knob, one twist and you’ll be free. “Why? There’s nothing to stay for.” You hear him grunt, the bed squeaking under him. “Do you think I want to be like this? I can’t stand myself. I’m a fuck up, everyone knows it. For fucks sake my own father hates me.” He gets up, adrenaline coursing through him.

“I wish I could be normal. That I was enough of a man to be worthy of anything. I’m just a failure at everything so no point in pulling you down with me.” His eyes are collecting tears. His breath came in short bursts. “That’s the drugs talking. You are normal Rafe.” He scoffs at you. “No, the drugs just make it easier to swallow that pill.” He laughs out.

“I know what everyone says about me, I’m not stupid. Ever since my mom died I was some monster. No one wanted to be around me and I just kept acting up. I know I’m not worth anything, then there you were. My own personal sunshine. For a second I was able to forget who I was. I was someone else and didn't have to worry about the rumors that go around. Guess I forgot I don’t deserve good things.”

He’s laughing but you can hear the hurt in his voice. Tears fill your eyes at the thought of him feeling so worthless. “You do deserve good things.” “Look at what that got us. I fucked it up and you don’t even want me around. I get it, don't get me wrong but it sucks. I didn’t think you meant anything, the little voice in my head saying I was a fool for wanting to be with you. I let it get to me and now whatever we were is gone.”

A tear falls down his cheek. “I lost the last good thing that ever happened to me. You know you’re the only person that cared about me. It’s funny not even my own family likes me but you did. You were a breath of fresh air, the sunny day after a storm. I finally had you and I couldn’t even keep that. So no, I don't deserve good things.” His voice raises. A hollow feeling in his chest, he wishes it was a blackhole ready to swallow him up.

“Is that why you call me Sunny?” The nickname starts to make sense to you now. “Yeah, you’re this bright light that took everything away.” He sits down on the bed again, looking at the sun necklace laying on his table. He picks it up, playing with the gem between his fingers. “My Sunny. So beautiful it hurts. I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up. Wish I was different, maybe then we would actually be together.”

Your breath hitches, was this just the drugs? He did say that it just made it easier to handle how he feels. “I don’t want you to be different.” You stroll over to him, stepping between his legs. You grab his head in your hands so he can look you in the face. “I just wanted you to be you. I like who Rafe Cameron is. Why would I want you to be anyone different?” His eyes are shiny, glossed over with the tears that keep falling.

“It doesn’t matter now right? It’s too late.” His hand wraps around your wrist. “We can talk about this tomorrow. You should get some sleep, we’ll talk when you have a clearer mind.” You go to leave the room but he stops you. “Stay. Don’t leave me.” His eyes are pleading with you. “Okay.”

You take off your shoes as he gets up. He hands you a change of clothes and he strips from his, laying in his bed waiting for you. You don’t know whether to change here or go into his bathroom. His eyes are are staring at you and you decide fuck it. He divulged how he felt, you can give in for at least this. You change into the shirt he gave you, leaving the pants to the side and get into bed. His fist still holds the necklace, you take his hand. The piece of jewelry moving to you.

You look at it, mixed emotions fill you. The happiness when you first got it, how you thought it was a step further in the relationship. The sadness of when you found him at the bonfire. The confusion you feel at this moment. You forgive him. You want to get past this and it seems like he does too. There’s still this fear in the back of your mind.

He traces your facial features with a light touch, scooting closer to your body. You are both on your sides facing each other. His eyes are drooping, sleep knocking on his door. Slowly fading his consciousness as he fights it off to have one more minute with you. “I think I’ll always be in love with you.” His words are softly whispered between you two.

Your mind short circuits. He said he was in love with you. There’s no way he actually said that. His hand lays motionless on your side, the sandman claiming him as his next victim. You look at him and then the necklace once again. Shifting slightly as to not wake him, you put the necklace back on. You move closer to him, touching his jaw. Letting sleep take you with it. “I’ll always be in love with you too.”

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Island 2

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More conversations are had, plans are made, and you all make a run for another drop. Of course, things don't always go smoothly.

Warnings: Swearing, intense emotions, reader has Issues, canon typical violence, shooting at dinosaurs, blood, death (dinosaurs only), playing fast and loose with Ark mechanics.

Word count: 2.5k

Eventual Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader

All four of them helped you carry in the meat and berries, and you showed them where you kept everything. It took longer to pluck the dodos, leaving the feathers in a large basket. Gaz took over that for you, and you stood in the middle of the house for a minute, hands on your hips.

“Taming really isn’t a day two topic,” you said, shaking your head a little. “But. Oh well.” You breathed in deep, fingers tapping against your hip. “Obviously you lot have seen Bessie and Watermelon. Taming creatures is generally not hard, but it is a process. The herbivores are the easiest, you just find their favorite berries and feed ‘em until they like you.” You paused there and then sighed. “You kind of have to take all of this with a grain of salt, because none of this makes sense. I just knew when Bessie was tame, same way I just know that hyaenadon will be ready to come in tomorrow. I didn’t have to train Bessie, she just knows.” You shrugged.

“So, what, you just feed things until they follow you home?” Gaz didn’t look up from the dodo he was plucking.

“I mean, with herbivores, yeah. And a few carnivores, like the hyaenadons. But most carnivores are much more dangerous.” You shook your head. “I’m honestly amazed Tom was able to tame Ripper. Raptors are dangerous and they’re pack hunters.”

“So how did he tame it?” Price crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nuh uh.” You pointed a threatening finger at him. “Nope. Week two. Survive that long and I’ll teach you.”

His eyes gleamed and he tipped his head to look down at you. “Fine.”

“Are we goin’ for the green drop?” Soap asked as he finished piling meat in the preserving bin.

“Haven’t decided. The closer you get to the mountain, the more dangerous the creatures are.” You shrugged, turning away to check your berries. You needed to do something with some of them. More hard biscuits, probably. Especially considering how many Gaz had eaten. “Gaz, let me know when you’re done with those dodos.”

“Will do.” He sneezed as a feather tried to drift up his nose, making Soap laugh at him. You just rolled your eyes. Children.

The rest of the day passed in more or less easy work. Gaz picked up how to get the most meat off the birds quickly, only grumbling when Soap interrupted him. Ghost had vanished outside again, which you decided was Not Your Problem. Price had studied the map for a bit and then started poking around.

It was not the same kind of quiet that you’d grown accustomed to since Jasper got killed. But it was quiet, mostly.

Gaz helped you with dinner, which was good, because you weren't used to cooking for five.

Dinner was quiet too. This time, Soap grabbed the dishes before you could, leaving you inside with Gaz and Price. Gaz stepped outside as well.

Lovely.

"You haven't searched for a way out?" Price asked, leaning back in his chair, hands folded together over his stomach.

"I never said that," you shot back, a little annoyed. "Of course I have. Everyone has. And nobody's done it. This place is a fucking death trap."

He was quiet for a few moments, watching you. You looked away first.

"Forgive me if I don't believe there's no way out," he drawled.

You waved a hand. "Believe what you want," you muttered. "You'll figure it out."

He blew out a breath. "What else do we need to learn?"

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "More about taming, later," you said. "Weapons you seem to know. We need to go through berries and edible plants, of course. Basic repairs. Basic building. Creature identification. Things to avoid at all costs." You shrugged.

Price nodded, still relaxed in his chair, still watching you. "You haven't given up yet."

You tensed. "What?"

"You're still here. Still alive." His lips quirked in an almost-smile. "Much as you insist this place is a death trap, you haven't resigned yourself to it. Not fully. Else you wouldn't have survived this long."

You stared at him for a few long moments, lips parted, eyes wide. Your heart beat hard and fast in your chest, the same feeling the last time you'd come across a raptor.

You slammed out of the house before you knew what you were doing, walking fast away from that train wreck. He wasn't even entirely wrong - there was still that tiny glimmer of wondering, that tiny what if.

More than that, though, you were mad he had read you so easily. You weren't used to that. Maybe it was all the time you'd spent alone, or the lack of emotional intelligence from Jasper.

Either way, you probably could have reacted better.

“Love?”

You startled a little at the nickname and half-turned to look at Gaz. The bastard had snuck up on you. “Hm?”

“You alright?” He took a slow step closer, hands twitching at his side.

“Yes, of course.” You breathed in, swallowing hard. “You lot got the dishes done already? Gonna have to find more things for you to do before you get bored.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Gaz murmured, taking another step closer. “We’re good at keeping ourselves busy.”

“Hm. Even so.” You turned away from him to fuss with one of Bessie’s saddle bags. “Nice having help, definitely makes the chores go faster. If that green drop is still there tomorrow maybe we’ll go find it. Green drops usually have better stuff in them.”

“Yeah? Anything you want in particular?” He stepped around you so he could see your face again, leaning against the fence.

“Wouldn’t mind getting a shotgun,” you admitted on a sigh. “And boots. I would kill for boots.”

You both looked down at your current pair, which were in poor repair by now. And too big for you.

“See what you mean,” Gaz murmured. “Well, we can check tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out again. “Long as there aren’t raptors along the way.”

“There a lot of them around here?”

“Not usually.” You shifted your weight, finally giving up on messing with the saddle bags to mirror Gaz’s posture. “Get a little further up into the mountains, though, and there are all kinds of things. Raptors, sabertoothed cats, carnotaurus. Even rexes, if we’re really unlucky.”

“Sounds like everything wants to eat us.” But he was still relaxed, smiling a little.

“You joke, but you’re right.” You shook your head. “There are so many things on this island that want to eat you. So many.” You shivered as the memory of screams echoed in your mind.

He frowned, hand settling on your shoulder. "It's alright, love," he murmured. "There are five of us, now. And you've got experience. We'll manage."

You leaned into his hand, swallowing convulsively. It had been… a long time since you'd had human contact. A long time. "You're right." You breathed in deep, trying to wrangle your emotions back under control. "We'll be okay."

He smiled at you, warm and confident. "I know you don't know us yet," he said, shifting closer to you, brown eyes holding yours. "But we keep each other safe, and we'll do the same for you."

You shook your head a little, smiling even as you pulled back. "Don't worry about me," you demurred. "Focus on yourselves at first. I know what I'm doing." One deep breath in and you stepped back. "Come on, we should go set up for bed."

He nodded, motioning for you to go first. You breathed in deep before you went inside, scooping up the basket of glow crystals.

The evening was quiet. Gaz helped you set up, and ended up sitting near you for a little while.

"Think you're gonna name the hyaenadon?" He asked, glancing at you.

"Oh, probably." You smiled a little. "Dunno what yet."

He nodded, relaxing next to you. "Think it'll be right around here?"

"I hope so." You chuckled. "Or maybe it'll find us when we go to the green drop."

He nodded and watched as Soap and Ghost came back in too, settling down for the night.

"You should get some sleep," you murmured to him. He was close, you could touch him. You could. It wouldn't be weird. Your gaze settled on his hand, a nice, innocent spot. "Gonna be a long day."

"Sleep well." Gaz hesitated another moment longer before he pushed up to his feet. You watched him go.

You should have touched his hand.

Annoyed at yourself now, you retreated to your own bed for the night. You needed to take your own advice, especially if you were leading them off to the green drop.

Huffing to yourself, you curled up on your side with your back to them.

It took you a long time to sleep.

Gaz helped you with breakfast the next morning, standing a little closer than he needed to. But you didn't mind.

And then Soap crowded in on your other side, and you eyed the both of them. This felt distinctly like pranks, or something. Mischief.

But nobody got into trouble through breakfast. Thankfully.

It didn't take long to get armored up again, and you grabbed another piece of meat for the hyaenadon.

“We'll take Watermelon today,” you said, glancing around at them. “He'll be good help.”

“How so?” Gaz asked, sidling closer to you.

“These guys are good as watch towers. They're kinda paranoid, and they alert at any sign of danger.” You shrugged, walking over to the paddock. “Hey, Watermelon. Hi cutie boy.” You held out a hand, smiling as the parasaur plodded happily over to you. “Good boy,” you cooed.

“Big dinosaur,” Soap muttered, shifting his weight. “Ye sure it'll help?”

“Saved my ass before,” you said with a shrug. “Okay, come on. Let's get going.” You whistled for Watermelon to follow.

The walk up to the green drop was longer than you liked, and you were on alert the entire walk. So was Watermelon, ambling behind you all and looking around constantly.

Watermelon bleated in alarm, and you halted, gun up, scanning for the threat.

But the only thing to approach was the hyaenadon.

“Okay,” you breathed. “Do not shoot my hyaenadon.” You glanced back at the men to make sure they were listening. Price nodded once, so you tucked your weapon away and approached the hyaenadon. Handing over the last piece of meat was easy, and the hyaenadon wagged as it ate. She licked her lips and then sat politely in front of you, jaws parted in a canine grin.

“Good.” You patted her on the top of her head, ruffling her fur. “Okay, come with us.” You whistled and she trotted happily along with you as you rejoined the others.

“Done?” Price asked, glancing down at the hyaenadon.

“Yeah. She's all tamed now.” You breathed in deep. “Alright, let's get going again.”

You took the lead again. A quick glance back showed Soap and Ghost both giving your newest tame a good berth. But Gaz looked curious.

Eh. You'd deal with any questions later.

You paused at the top of a rise, looking across the flat land towards the green drop. This was a potentially dangerous area. So far all looked quiet, and the pair of pachys roaming the flat area were a good sign.

Hopefully all would stay quiet.

“Alright. The drop is just up there.” You glanced back at them, a little surprised to see them all already watching you. “We’re going to approach slowly. If you see anything, speak up. I've seen raptors up here before.”

They all nodded, and you took the lead to the drop. Watermelon looked around anxiously, but stayed quiet. Probably a good sign.

You popped open the crate, peering inside. Some armor pieces that looked too big for you, ammunition, another assault rifle, two more canteens, and… a pair of boots.

“Hell yes,” you hissed, picking up the boots immediately. They looked like they might be a little too big, but you had extra cloth you could shove into them. Good enough.

Gaz helped you get everything into the saddle bags, grinning when he spotted your boots. “Finally, eh?” he murmured.

“Finally,” you agreed with an easy grin. “Alright, let’s–”

Watermelon bleated, lifting his head and looking to one side. You turned, pistol in hand, scanning the tree line.

“Raptors,” you hissed, eyes narrowing, even as you stepped forward, all too aware of the men behind you. “Fuck I hate raptors.”

“How many?” Price asked, closer than you expected.

“At least three.” You tracked one pacing at the edge of the trees, dark green skin blending into its surroundings. “They’re fast, be careful.”

The first one burst from the trees with a screech, two others flanking it. You aimed for the leader, jaw tight as you timed your shots. Blood bloomed against the dark green, bright and almost startling in the sunlight.

The leader fell, jaws still open even in death. You huffed in satisfaction.

One of the other two leapt over the leader’s body with a screech, claws extended towards you.

And then fell just shy of you from a shot to the eye, bleeding sluggishly.

Your breath escaped in an unsteady whoosh, hands trembling even as you reloaded your pistol. “Nice shot,” you managed, voice more or less even, gaze still fixed on the corpse.

“You alright?” Gaz stepped up next to you, one hand hovering near your shoulder.

“Fine.” You forced your gaze to him, plastering on a smile, even if it felt wrong. “Not the first time raptors have ambushed a drop.” You did a quick visual inspection of him before looking at the others. “Everyone okay?”

“All fine,” Price said, glancing between you and Gaz. “No injuries.”

“Good.” One more deep breath and you shoved everything down. You didn’t have room to break, to panic, to cry. Not here. “Right, let’s head back, I don’t want to see if that noise attracted anything around us.”

The walk back to base was quiet, with all of you on high alert. The hyaenadon trotted next to you, ears perked, listening to everything around you.

You were very, very grateful that nothing came for the group of you. You were even more relieved when you closed the gates behind everyone, once again safely in base.

“Let’s get this lot unloaded,” you said, swallowing against sudden exhaustion. “And then figure out dinner.”

“You alright?” Gaz asked softly, standing next to you to unload the armor while you grabbed your new boots. “Your hands are shaking.”

“I’m fine,” you lied with a quick smile. “Nothing to worry about. Go on, head in with those, I’m going to get Watermelon settled.”

Gaz shot you one more worried look before he obeyed, falling into step next to Price.

Your hands didn’t stop shaking, even as you took off Watermelon’s saddle and got him settled in the paddock with Bessie again.

You stood outside for a few extra minutes, hidden from sight of the building, just breathing. You hadn’t lost anybody today. You hadn’t lost anybody today.

You’d make sure you didn’t lose anybody tomorrow.

#island #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #f!reader

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kkongdakz · 4 months

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“ I SEA YOU. ” ft. kim gyuvin

gyuvin x gn!reader, genre : fluff & comfort, warnings : mention of anxiety and overwhelming feelings, wc : 2,3k>

author's note : this is a really, very, truly personal fic, so i'm sorry if you don't recognize or identify with y/n.. but still, i hope you'll like it anyway 😙👍🏻 also, could this be my official comeback? ..who knows..

ever since you were little, you've always considered the sea your comfort zone, your escape. the sound of the waves and the feel of salt water on your skin had a way of dissipating all your worries, help you avoid drowning under pressure and stress. you've long believed that nothing else in the world could give you a similar sensation — not even the hottest summer sun, not even the most beautiful spring blossom tree, not even the tastiest winter hot chocolate, not even the reddest leaf on an autumn tree. nothing could compare to the comfort of the sea in your heart.

that's why you've continued to visit this beach, which means so much to you, every week. this little beach, almost always deserted, where the clear horizon offers you all the splendour of the sky living side by side with the ocean. the palette of blue inked in your memory is enough to soothe you on rainy evenings, but you need the sound of the ocean coming out of a giant shell to soothe your mind. and even if you have to travel miles from your student apartment to get to what makes you so happy, you'll do it without hesitation. but no longer alone.

on the long river of your quiet life, a little boat named kim gyuvin decided to follow a stream to reach the blue ocean of your heart. it was no mean feat — even if you have to admit that the sincerity of his smile made you sink delicately to the bottom of the well of love. he crossed your path by chance, and kept crossing it. again and again. until you accept him on your raft. he hadn't been that insistent, but what really wins you over is feeling that gentle warmth in your heart every time he looks at you with all the goodness in the world in the corner of his eyes, accompanied by the most beautiful smile on the planet. the same warmth you get from watching a sunset reflected on the ocean's blue expanse.

« shall we go? » you suddenly heard, in a voice as gentle as a summer breeze, bringing you out of your deepest thoughts. turning your head to the right, your absent gaze fell on gyuvin's peaceful face, you smiled tenderly, gently grabbing the hand he was holding out to you to get up and follow him out the door.

the trip to the beach didn't seem as long as it used to be, now that a warm hand was keeping yours company. you no longer had to show him the way, as he now knew the route by heart — even better than you. but today, something seemed to have changed inside your heart. maybe it was because of the way his freshly dyed black hair swept across his forehead in the same way that grains of sand move across the beach in the wind. maybe it was the way numerous shivers ran through your body every time his shoulder brushed yours, like when cold sea water touches your feet on autumn mornings. maybe it was simply the beauty of his face that easily equalled the beauty of a sunset shining on the surface of the ocean.

a ton of maybe trotted through your mind as you struggled to stay focused on the road, far too busy watching the slightest feature of gyuvin's face. even his profile was perfect. unconsciously tightening the grip of your hand around his, gyuvin turns his soft gaze on your face, his pretty brown eyes instantly locked in yours. he was surprisingly so calm — usually, he couldn't help being an overexcited puppy, and you liked that about him. he contrasted with your far too calm personality — he was like the tsunami of your life, shaking up your habits for the better, of course.

but gyuvin knew that these seaside escapades were important for you, that they were necessary for the proper functioning of your mind, they were made to soothe you. so he knew how to stand still and give you the chance to recharge your batteries in peace, even though he had to admit that having the privilege of accompanying you was the greatest accomplishment of all.

let's go back up the creek into the reverse river, to revisit the first time gyuvin's curious eyes landed on your hair floating in the ocean breeze. he must have been in his fifties, where adolescence made him want to escape far away from everything. it was an afternoon when the late summer wind kept reminding him that school was just around the corner, after running aimlessly for an hour, his footsteps led him to this hidden, deserted small beach, where only the sound of the waves crashing on the sand disturbed the tranquillity of the place. it was so beautiful, so pleasant — he felt as if he were floating, his mind carried away by the waves. and that's when he saw you, like a dream. as pretty as a mermaid, your soft face so serene.. he was so jealous of you. you were approaching the serenity he so desperately sought, and it upset him. but that didn't stop him from continuing to look at you with curious doe eyes, as if you weren't capable of feeling a insistent gaze burn your skin. he suspected you must be around his age, because of your youthful facial features glistening in the sunlight. as he watched you without saying a word, without moving an inch, his heart fluttering with lightness at the mere sight of your devastating but peaceful smile. you seemed so far out in the ocean — that intrigued him and led him to appreciate a little more the benefits of the sea. you intrigued him.

so.. to say that he approached you by pure coincidence would be a lie, because when he recognized you, wandering the halls of his high school, he wondered why he'd never noticed you before. with hindsight and a bit of imagination, it was probably because your mind was always stuck in the middle of the ocean and no boat had ever managed to reach your soul — until he decided he was going to make it, even if he had to swim for it. which he did, with flying colors.

« you're okay? » he asked, softly, in a voice that sounded like a siren call to your ears. falling for kim gyuvin was, once upon a time, something inconceivable for you. your head was too much in the clouds, your mind too much in your dreams, and your heart far too rambunctious to consider loving anyone other than the ocean. but he managed to get you to change tack — him and his beautiful sun-kissed brown eyes. shaking your head negatively with a barely visible smile that only he could see, you finally looked away to the horizon, where the entrance to the beach wasn't far off. « we're here. » you announced, tugging a little more firmly on his hand to guide his steps, despite the fact that he knew this road by heart, having travelled it with you so many times.

as you carefully descended the stairs to the beach, the fresh ocean breeze was already tickling your fragile skin. gyuvin was careful not to let go of your hand to prevent you from falling, but this impulse of benevolence caused him to miss the moment when you stopped dead in your tracks to observe the landscape in front of you, his body colliding with yours. « oh.. » was the only thing he was able to say when his chest hit your back, and the next second his gaze was unconsciously fixed on your face, which, once again, seemed so tranquil at the mere sight of waves washing up on the sand eternally. a smile tugged at his lips, his free hand slipping to your hip to hold you close, and his heart racing at the simple knowledge that you were perfectly fine right now. « it's pretty, isn't it? » you finally commented, your words mixing with the wind to reach his ears, and gyuvin nodded positively, his loving gaze lost in the ocean of your eyes.

advancing through the sand, taking care to draw him along with you, you didn't give him time to dream about whether you could be his little mermaid, the one who could save from drowning the prince he could have been. the same one you might abandon on the beach, as you did previously with the fifteen-year-old boy who first saw you a few years earlier. gyuvin liked to think your story would be so pretty to tell — he was one hundred percent sure it would be his little sisters' favorite love story, the one that would make them dream by night and hope by day. yeah, gyuvin was convinced that your love story would inspire many.

now sitting next to each other on the warm sand, gyuvin's fingers quietly played with a lock of your hair, twirling it around his finger, with his tender, benevolent gaze fixed on you. his heart seemed filled with happiness, because he knew that there, right now, right here, sitting in front of that vast blue sea, your heart was soothed, at the height of the happiness you so preciously cherished. and he was perfectly right : sitting on the sand, you held your knees to your chest, your star-filled eyes exploring the ocean you seemed to know by heart. the beauty of the light reflected on the surface of the water, the waves breaking against the shiny sand of the beach, the sound of the latter disturbing the tranquillity of the place, with only a few people strolling by, each looking happier than the next. not far away, a little girl running with her feet in the water, followed by a little boy who seemed to be laughing out loud as he tried to catch up with her. the sun seemed to embrace their skin with its warmth, under the watchful eyes of their parents who were standing not far from them, a light, benevolent smile decorating their faces.

then, as you watched them tenderly, your thoughts suddenly began to wander, taking you to the back of your mind that never stopped thinking. after careful consideration, you began to think that maybe, just maybe, you didn't have to make weekly trips to the beach. because you'd found another way to feel good and happy when the world seemed to be crashing down on you.

looking away from the blue expanse in front of you, your pupils finally meet those of gyuvin. your boyfriend offers you a pretty smile — light, but filled with all the sincerity in the world, his eyes overflowing with love. in your chest, your heart began to race, furiously, warmly, pleasantly, like the first time you fell in love with the sea. gyuvin's love was as deep as the ocean, his hands as soft as water, his eyes as radiant as the sun reflecting on the surface. he'd come into your life by chance, and had been making you want to drown in his arms ever since. he cracked the shell of your heart and slipped inside and never left. and now, he brings you the same warmth and comfort as an afternoon spent observing the ocean. it was strange, a new feeling for you — in your whole life, no one has ever been able to fill the void inside you, to calm the storm that was sometimes your mind, when, with just one little smile, gyuvin made you forget all the ills of your life, as the sea was so adept at doing it. so maybe now, kim gyuvin was the ocean's main rival in your heart.

hooking your hands around his arm, you drew him gently towards you, feeling a certain shyness rise up in you after having spent long seconds staring at him without saying anything. laying your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek, his hand slips against one of yours, gently caressing your fingers. « i don't think i need to come here so often anymore. » you say suddenly, attracting the attention of the boy at your side, who raises an eyebrow at you. he wasn't used to seeing you refuse a trip to the seaside, especially knowing perfectly well your love for this beach so dear to your heart. so it was only natural for him to ask you why or how you'd come to think such a thing, his little why floating in the air for a moment without any answer escaping your lips.

tightening your grip around his arm, closing your eyes as the ocean breeze hits your face, a perfectly relaxed smile, the most sincere he'd ever seen, took place on your lips. « i found someone better than the ocean. » you replied, so naturally that gyuvin felt the tips of his ears redden furiously. he wasn't stupid — he knew, he understood that silently, and in your own way, you had just confessed to him that he was like the ocean in your heart. and for him, those words were more powerful than a simple i love you.

gyuvin knew that nothing meant more to you than the sound of the waves and the beauty of the ocean's expanse, which you cherished more than anything else. so, the mere thought of him being superior to the sea in your heart could only make him fall even more in love with you than he already was. his rebellious teenage heart of a few years ago was definitely not wrong : you were the mermaid who kept him from drowning. without answering you orally, gyuvin decided to simply close his eyes in turn, resting his head against yours, enjoying your stroll by the sea which managed to open your heart to him.

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ladylooch · 1 year

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What if you and Nico met in NYC through friends in common since you have a very nice job there, and after spending a lot of time together and being flirty Nico asks you to be his gf but you say no, not because you don’t like him but because he is a pro athlete, and that doesn’t mean he’ll cheat but the fact that he’ll have to be away almost all of the time. You can do whatever you like for the end ☺️☺️

You’re Not The One - Nico Hischier

A/N: OHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS! Also, Nico strikes me as the guy who catches feelings first in a situationship ( did I use that right?? Old.) Also, I kept flipping between I and You while writing this so sorry in advance if there are missed POV edits.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut/a little bit of heat, probably POV mistakes because editing is still not my strong point.

It’s a Wednesday night in the middle of winter. Snow is coming down in windy droves outside of your New York City apartment building. The white flakes completely erase your normally spectacular view of the rest of the city.

“It’s getting a little dicey out there.” You murmur to Nico glancing away from where you are sweating out vegetables. They are the very beginning of a spectacular chicken and dumpling soup you had growing up on nights like this. Nico is scratching at the back of his head, mindlessly while watching the Rangers and Carolina play on the TV. He looks out the window to his right.

“Yeah, I might have to stay tonight.” He’s nonchalant about it, but a smirk tilts one side of his mouth up at you.

“Like you weren’t already.” You chuckle, tossing in some more salt and pepper.

“Like you don’t want my warmth in your bed anyway.” He says as he stands, grabbing his empty beer bottle. He tosses it into the recycling, then heads to the fridge to grab himself another. On his way, he grabs the bottle of Josh Pinot Noir open on the counter. He tops your wine glass off, dropping a kiss on your cheek as he shoves the cork back into the bottle. “Can I help?”

“No. It’s your off night. Sit down and relax.”

“Well one of us worked today and one of us didn’t.” His hands go to your hips, sliding in behind your body so your butt brushes against his front.

“Nico.” You warn when he presses his hips a bit further in.

“Shhh.” He murmurs, kissing the back of your neck.

You and Nico have, on occasion, hooked up. The first time was a drunken mistake, the second a lonely one, and the third was last week, but you’re still not quite sure how you would describe it. Not with the way Nico had looked at you the whole time or how soft and slow and perfect it all felt. In general though, you would consider Nico to be a friend… with certain benefits, depending on the day and your mental state.

Nico is great, truly, but he’s not the one.

You have a very specific list of what you want in your partner. It includes safety- physical and emotional, someone who is attentive, spends time investing in the things you enjoy. Someone who won’t just meet your parents, but sit down and get to know them. Someone who asks about your past relationship to understand how you got to be you. A partner you can count on to be there when you need them, no matter the obstacles in the way.

Nico Hischier checks every single box on your list. He’s practically perfect, except one flaw. He’s a professional athlete. The list of cons to that are a mile long. You’d rather not be a part of that world. The drama involved with being a WAG, let alone the captains WAG, feels as though you would be on two strikes before anything even started with Nico.

Plus, you’ve been to his games before. You’ve seen the endless temptations that line the glass and the parking lot exits to get a picture or a chance to speak to him. You’ve seen the social media handles with different versions of Mrs. Nico Hischier. You’ve seen the looks shot in your direction when you’re out and Nico puts a hand on your back to guide you through a crowd. You don’t want to compete with all that. And you don’t want to lay awake, wondering if tonight is the night his guard slipped and he picked someone else for a minute.

You scan Nico’s face. No, you couldn’t bare the thought of losing him in such a way. So, you take what you can get and keep your strings as unattached as possible.

“Neeks, I’m serious. You’re going to make me burn dinner.” His lips continue to assault your neck, pausing and nipping at a few places he knows will turn your legs to gelatin.

“I’m starving for something else.” His hands swim up your rib cage then grope each of your breasts.

“Okay, but fast.” You cave, turning the burner off and allowing him to pick you up.

“This tastes better than last time.” Nico says to you two hours later. You are both naked in bed, slurping soup in content silence.

“I used a different dumpling recipe this time. It’s not as dense.”

“Mmm, it’s not that.” His voice is pointed. You hide your red cheeks behind your soup bowl and watch his spoon disappear into his mouth. The same mouth that just spent 30 minutes worshiping between your legs. “So sweet.” He murmurs so he can watch the pink explode across the rest of your face.

“Salty too.” You quip back, flicking your tongue out. Nico laughs, brown eyes squinting into mischievous glistening slits.

“Are you around tomorrow night? We play Ottawa at 7.” You know he is asking if you need tickets.

“I am working the suite tomorrow.” You adjust the blanket further up your chest, feeling a slight chill creep in from the cold night.

Your job as a Client Relations Manager is how you and Nico know each other in the first place. Your employer, Prudential, is a long-time sponsor of the Devils. You frequently host clients throughout the season and interacted with players for meet and greets and tours. During one of those nights, you and Nico began to talk, realizing you had many friends in common around the greater NYC area. It didn’t take long to set up drinks and establish regular happy hours as a big group. Nico bops in and out depending on his schedule, but it’s been two years of consistent, valuable friendship between you two.

“Nice. I think it’s my turn for the meet and greet.”

“Yeah, I saw you on the schedule earlier today.”

“Cool. We can grab some food after.” Nico’s fingers trail along your arm, your soup bowls forgotten on the nightstands during your conversation.

“We’ll see. I get so tired after suite nights.”

“I know. We can just grab something to-go and head to my place since it’s closer.”

“I have to go to work the next day.”

“Okay, just give me your packed bag before I go to skate tomorrow and you can go to work from my place. It’s closer for you anyway.”

You widen your eyes and look away from him. This is sounding very relationship-y.

“I don’t mind.” He fills in, reading your look.

“I know you don’t and that might be part of the problem.”

Nico looks at the ceiling, pursing his lips together to avoid a laugh. Then he rolls onto his side, bringing his hand to your back to pull you into him. His breath fans across your face with how close he is to you.

“We are so good together.” He begins to kiss along your neck, dipping into the part of your throat that meets your chest. “Let’s do this… for real.”

“This feels pretty real to me.” You murmur, tugging at his locks.

“You know what I mean. Be my girlfriend.” He pulls away to look into your face. He licks his lips, studying your surprised expression.

Internally, you’re panicking. He’s ruining this. You were supposed to just have fun. You never expected Nico to turn this into something serious. He’s a professional athlete- they usually don’t want that at your age. But as you think, you remember the changes you’ve seen in Nico the last few weeks. Longer goodbye kisses, more time in bed talking rather than fooling around. Then there was the constant insistence that you’re at every Devil’s home game in his seats, not Prudential’s.

He’s leaning in close, lips almost on yours like he already knows your answer. You wince, placing a pausing hand on his chest.

“No.”

Nico’s eyes fly open and he pulls back, staring at you like a wounded puppy, which makes you feel like shit.

“No?” He tests the word in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue before the word is complete.

“I like the way things are right now.”

“I do too, so why wouldn’t we make this official?” He swallows hard, removing his hand from around your back. He’s no longer touching you at all.

“Why rock the boat? This is good for me.”

“Why not?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You can tell he didn’t see this conversation going this direction and he’s beginning to spiral. You can feel him creating distance with each passing second.

“You know how I feel about the spotlight on me.”

“Yeah, so? I’ll protect you. We’ll keep it off social media and you don’t have to wear anything with my name on it like the other girls.”

“You know that no matter how careful we are, they will find me.”

“Well, at some point, we will want people to know about us. But it doesn’t have to be right now.”

“It all seems like a lot of work for something that isn’t forever.” You mumble, staring at his bare chest rather than his brown eyes filing with hurt. He says nothing, but you can feel his stare boring into your face. You pull in a deep breath, then gather the courage to face him head on. “You’re going to be a professional athlete for a long time, which is great. I’m so happy and proud of you for living your dream. But I don’t want that for my life. You’re great, Nico.” He begins to pull completely away, rolling off the bed and starting to put his clothes back on. “And if you did anything else for a job, I would-“

“Please stop talking.” Nico insists as he pulls his shirt back over his shoulders. “I get it. It’s a lot.”

He grabs his wallet, keys and hat from the dresser.

“Are you leaving?” You whimper.

“Yeah. What the fuck am I supposed to do after that? Stay? Your words were crystal clear about what this is to you, Y/N.” You’re taken aback by both his tone and the swearing. Nico rarely swears in front of you.

“Nico.”

“Thanks for dinner.” Is the last thing he says before he walks out of your room. You can barely breathe as you sit up, clutching your comforter to your bare chest. The sound of the door softly clicking shut barely registers before you collapse back into your pillows.

Regret begins to nag at the back of your mind.

Did you do the right thing?

Or did you just lose everything?

- - -

It’s your night to host clients in the suite at the Devils game. Normally, these are your favorite nights. Not this one. This one includes a locker room tour and a special meet and greet with Devil’s captain, Nico Hischier. And after your fight last night, he’s the last person you want to see. But also, not? Everything is confusing and you wish Nico had never come over last night to begin with.

Everything would still be normal if he hadn’t.

You stand at the top of the suite seating section, off to the side, away from clients and your coworkers. Your arms are crossed tightly over your mid-section as the Devils begin a power play towards the end of OT. Nico wins the face-off back to Dougie Hamilton, him and Jack Hughes play keep away before Dougie unleashes a shot, tipping in off Nico’s stick.

“Yes!” You scream, jumping up and down with the rest of the arena. You clap enthusiastically, hollering a ‘way to go, Neeks’ before sharing in congratulatory high-fives with others in the suite. Your smile hurts your cheeks from how big it is. You’re so proud of Nico’s two goals and first star reward, despite the distance between you now.

“How amazing is it that our clients get to interact with the captain after his game-winning goal? I sense more investments already.” Your boss high-fives you last, then proceeds to boast about how amazing it is to everyone else.

You don’t feel the same. Instead, you feel anxious and want to curl into a ball, avoiding your job and sneaking away into the cold night alone.

When you walk into the locker room a bit later, it has mostly cleared out. Nico is standing at his stall, dressed, with a stocking hat coverings his wet hair. Normally, he lights up when he sees you. Today, his face is neutral. You drop your gaze to the rubber mats, then stay towards the back of the group, letting your boss take control.

Nico is as sweet and gracious as ever, taking time to speak to each person individually. He’s so good at this part, making people feel like he genuinely is enjoying his time with them. It’s because he does. He loves fans and enjoys hearing their stories. He signs numerous things, even extras for someone’s nephew and his friends, who thinks Nico walks on water, literally.

“Please tell Alex and his friends I appreciate his support.” He smiles, handing back a couple signed pictures to the woman.

“Oh, Nico, Thank you. He is going to be so excited.”

“You are welcome. I hope he has a great birthday next week too.” He smiles. You are at the end of the line, so Nico raised his eyes to you once she moves along. “Anyone else?” His tone has changed being directed at you. It’s monotonous and unfamiliar.

“No.” I purse my lips after I speak, hating the way his eyes immediately move away from me to the Devils PR director, Megan. He’s signaling it’s time to wrap it up.

“Okay all, let’s get a quick picture and then Nico needs to head out.” Megan says, ushering the group back together for a quick snap. I stay to the side. My boss thanks Nico again and he begins to move towards the exit.

“Hey.” I call softly to Nico as he tries to pass me. “Can we talk? I hate how we left things.”

“I don’t think there is much more to talk about. Have a good night, Y/N.”

“We are still friends, Nico.” You mutter in annoyance, keeping your voice low so the rest of the group doesn’t hear.

“No, we aren’t. Not anymore.”

Alarms ring in your head at his words. You never expected your friendship to be over along with whatever benefit situation you had before. This is overwhelming. And your brain begins to race to come up with a way to stop him.

The door swinging shut tells you it’s too late. You can’t follow him. Because you don’t have the right credentials and you can’t leave your clients unexpectedly. Plus, you can’t allow for anyone to know about… whatever this was or is and now isn’t. Your lips purse instead as you slowly step back to the group, staying quiet for the remainder of the tour.

You figure Nico is long gone by the time you are done. You turn out of the locker room with the rest of the group and see Nico standing in the hallway talking to a gorgeous female. You recognize her as one of the Swiss models he follows religiously on Instagram. Well, I guess he’s already over whatever this was. And she would fit in great with the other WAGS. She has a sense of fashion, flawless skin and shiny hair. They look good together. Acid burns up your esophagus at the thought of his hands on her.

“Thanks again, Nico.” Your boss extends his hand for another hand shake. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at how obnoxious he is after three bourbons. Nico and you regularly make fun of him after these encounters, sharing a pint of ice cream on your couch. He would swear he’s just coming up for a night pint, then you would wake up tangled together on the couch at 3am. Nico would eventually carry you to bed and you would hold each other there instead.

You crave those moments with him tonight. Instead, Nico doesn’t even give you another glance as you walk by.

Megan directs your group to the exit, You reach into your purse for your keys, cursing when you can’t find them in their usual spot. You dig around, not seeing them anywhere. Then you remember setting them down on the counter when you first got to the arena tonight.

“Shoot. Megan, I left my keys upstairs.”

“No problem, I’ll take you back there.”

You rush back upstairs, finding them right where you left them. Megan heads down the elevator with you, thanking you for another great night of supporting the Devils.

“No problem! We love this partnership.” I assure her.

“Yeah. Will we be seeing you next game?” She asks as the doors open.

“Ah, no it will be the other client rep, Adam.”

“Oh okay. Well maybe I’ll see ya in the family section.” You’ve been in Nico’s seats enough that some of the staff members know you’re friends. “You can head out that door right there and should be right outside your parking space.”

“Great, thank you.” You toss her a wave.

You begin to head towards the door across the way. Nico crosses in front of your path, head tilted down towards his phone as he walks down to where his car is parked. You’ve done that walk with him before. He’s alone and you want to try to speak to him again to make this better.

“Nico!” You call, quickening your stride to catch up with him.

“Hm?” He stares back at you like you couldn’t possibly have anything to discuss with him. It’s unnerving. You don’t really know what to say next. You just gesture to the side with the hand that’s clutching your keys, thinking about his words in the locker room not long ago.

“So, we can’t… even be friends now because I won’t be anything more?” You shake your head, feeling your teeth beginning to chatter at the confrontation with him.

“No, Y/N. Maybe being just friends works for you, but it doesn’t for me. I can’t.”

That hurts, and it shows on your face, which makes Nico shift from foot to foot uncomfortably.

“Why?” You snap at him just like he did to you last night.

“I’m in love with you.” He whispers, shoulders shrugging. “How do you not know that?”

Everything slows in your body. Your blood, your heart rate, your breathing. The world begins to disappear until it’s just you and Nico in the underbelly of the arena. You obviously knew Nico had feelings for you, but you didn’t know it was love. And when he says those words to you, it awakens an awareness of what you feel for him.

Maybe it’s not about all the checked boxes. Maybe its about how you feel with him. And how he treats you like a queen while expecting nothing in return. You know there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. Maybe being a professional athlete’s girlfriend is hard, but you know he is worth it.

Maybe the list simply begins and ends with Nico Hischier.

“Nico..” You start then trail off. How do you respond? How will you tell him about everything that is coursing through your body at his confession. How will you make it look like you’ve known exactly what this is all along. That it isn’t just to appease him or keep a part of him around. But instead, you are so desperately in love with him, even though it scares the shit out of you. He is immediately put off by your pause and shakes his head in misery. He begins to turn. “Please don’t leave.” Your voice quivers, making him still with his back to you.

Your heels echo with each tentative step forward, you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers together so you can pull him to look at you again. Your other hand winds around his hips so you press tightly to the front of his body. When your eyes meet, Nico sees it there.

“Say it.” He whispers.

“I love you.” He devours your mouth the second after the words fall.

“Again.” He begs against your lips.

“I love you, Neeks.” Your hands dash into his hair, tongue teasing against his lips.

“What about this life?” His forehead rests against yours, eyes closed like he’s too afraid of your answer.

“We’ll figure it out… together.”

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise. You’ll always be taken care of. I can’t promise you everything is going to be easy, but we’ll figure it out.”

“I know. Don’t worry about it. I want you. All of you.”

He pulls away to take you in completely.

“Wanna come over? We can eat ice cream and pizza and celebrate my wins tonight.”

“Wins?”

“Yeah, the game and you.” You grin, liking the way he looks at you when he says those words.

“My car is here. I can drive over though.”

“No, we can move your car inside the arena for the night.”

“Um, really? That is allowed?”

“Yeah, baby. You’re dating the captain now. Welcome to your new world.” He chuckles, leaning down to cover your lips with his. “Give me your keys.” You do so, watching as he walks over to the parking attendant. The man nods in understanding, then jogs out the door. Minutes later, the large rolling door slides up and your car comes through, parking beside Nico’s Mercedes.

“I’ll leave the keys with hockey ops. Have a great night.” The attendant salutes us both, then wanders away. You stare at your car, then look at Nico incredulously. He is as unfazed as ever except for the heart eyes beating on his face for you.

“Ready, beautiful?”

“Yeah.” You breathe out, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. The familiar leather hugs your body in luxury. Nico rolls slowly out of the arena, cameras clicking, fans desperate for a peek, calling his name and asking for signatures. “You can stop if you want to.” You say to him, knowing you’ll be seen with him and suddenly finding that not so terrifying with his hand in yours.

“Not tonight.” He brings your hand to his mouth, delicately kissing it. “Tonight is all about us.”

#Nico Hischier x reader #nico hischier fan fic #new jersey devils #my writing #hockey writing #nhl fan fiction #nico hischier #writing request #NHL imagine

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Hii, I was researching channeling people from my DR but some peoples experience sound fun and emotional while others are saying that it’s dangerous and you shouldn’t do it. I understand you need to have protection before you do it but I’m nervous now and I need help starting so can you please help me 😭🙏🏾

hey anon!! ofc i can help you out <3

for the past few days i have been channeling every night so my father, loki, and a few other guides could help me get into the void — and it’s been going pretty well!

one thing i do have to say though, is channeling takes a lot of belief and determination for people just starting. i’ll be real, i still have my doubts, and i even told lilith this and she literally smacked me (not hard, dw) and asked me if i felt it 💀💀 i love her <3

anyways! enough with my stories! let’s get in how to do it <3

vv long blog below vv

How to Channel Safely

okay! there are many different ways to channel, but the one i use and the one i will be teaching is through clairaudience. it literally means clear hearing. some examples include when you hear a ringing in your ear (if u don’t have a hearing problem) or randomly hearing your name called out when nobody around you said it!

now to do this on command, it takes practice — a lot of it, but you will get the hang of it! coming from someone who literally learned it in less than a week, you’ve got this.

PROTECTION

the most important part of any spell or form of channeling, manifesting, or making something happen is protecting your own energy. you don’t want to allow negative energies to enter your spirit or your place of residence, because they can mess things up.

for protection, you can preform a protection spell, set up crystals, sprinkle salt near doors or walls, or even just simple affirmations; the easiest one and the one i do every day.

the thing is, i wouldn’t recommend just affirming for beginners unless you are confident in your craft. it is hard to do if you set an intention in a half assed way. you need to be strong, clear and powerful with it.

the best method for beginners or even people who have done it before, in my opinion, would be with crystals such as clear or smoky quartz, tigers eye or amethyst.

when using crystals, i suggest playing a song with positive and protective energy, like an upbeat song, and sending your positive vibrations from the song into the crystal/s. make sure you have at least 2, so one can be behind you and one in front of you or one for each hand.

2. CALLING ON A SPIRIT

calling on a spirit or the universe is easy, it’s just a matter of calling the one you want or the version of them you would like to talk to.

so, i know 3 versions of loki personally. my pops —the literal norse deity, my s/o loki from my spiderverse dr, and my mentor/friend loki in my mcu dr. now it can get confusing, but they all have similar souls/spirits. two just have incarnate forms.

so, let’s say i want to call on my friend loki. i close my eyes and say or speak in my mind, “i am channeling loki {replace his name with whoever you would like to channel} from my mcu dr. when he is here, he will touch my arm, grab my hand, or say hello.”

just something like that, it doesn’t have to be exact. around this affirmation, i say something like “my guides are protecting me from any negative spirits, tricksters, or anyone who wants to harm me in any way while i am channeling. nothing i do not want to channel will affect my spirit, soul, house or family.” or something similar. i’m usually more casual with it lmfao

while affirming, i always notice and take note of where the little voice in my head is coming from. is it at the front of your head? near one of your temples? towards the back? any way, take note of it, because it will come in handy when confirming they are with you.

3. CONFIRMATION THEY ARE WITH YOU

to confirm a spirit is with you, simply ask for a sign.

it’s as easy as that! ask them to touch you, give you a certain smell, remind you of a specific scenario, so on and so forth! this is where the other clair’s can come an and are helpful :)

now, when they speak or communicate with you, i want you to recognize where their voice is speaking in comparison to yours. for me, i usually hear lokis {father} voice on the far upper left of my head, while lilith is more towards the back.

when channeling, sometimes you will see or hear things — and this is because you’re more connected to the spirit world. when channeling lilith, i see a slightly red energy, when channeling loki, i see a green energy, when channeling my friends s/o (when i did) i used to see red feathers/wings. and this was all with my eyes wide open. i didn’t see them in the 3d, rather in the 4d. it’s really fun btw! just make sure to take note of them.

another thing i suggest is asking them facts. their hair colour, their eye colour, when you met, their birthday, whatever. that’s just for confirmation.

4. CHAT AWAY

you’re talking to someone important to you! have a conversation when you get to them! don’t let me guide you!!

5. ENDING A CHANNELING SESSION

the way i end channeling sessions is literally by saying “i am cutting off my channeling line. i can not be accessed unless it is important or necessary.” or something like that.

sometimes i literally forget and the spirits will leave lmao. it’s that simple.

EXTRA — TIPS!!

when channeling, be open and ready. you can be told things you don’t want to hear, and that’s okay! just keep going with it.

remember — the person you’re channeling is a soul too! don’t try to control them or hurt them emotionally. they have feelings.

you can feel things while channeling! be careful with this. spirits can make unwanted advances. although i have never had it happen to me, be prepared.

you can accidentally channel!! i’ve done this before with my s/o. everything felt different and i felt his presence. neither of us said a word, but rather just stayed with each other <3

try channeling with pinterest!! set the intention to channel someone and you can get their messages through pinterest. make sure not to go with your algorithm though, because you could be tricking yourself!! <3

DONT MAKE THIS A SUBSITUTE FOR YOUR DR/WR!!! can you talk to the people? yeah! but you’re not with them. don’t let channeling hold you back from shifting, okay?

i love u all!! i hope this helps someone along with u anon!! there are so many more ways to channel, and my friend actually taught me <3 i really really hope u can channel and have fun with it

#abyss .speaks #reality shifting #shiftblr #reality shift #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #black shifters #shifting motivation #channeling #channeled message #channeled messages #witchblr #baby witch #christian witch #witch tips #witchcraft #witch #abyss .answers

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coffeebanana · 7 months

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TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!!

*nervously opens door a week later and shakes meagre candy bowl*

okay this is a core four scene from a fic that never came to be but i like this little bit so it might as well see the light of day!

Once they’d all dropped off their bags, the group reconvened in the kitchen. Nino broke the silence. “So, uh…we have lots of food.” Marinette nodded slowly, still eyeing the immaculately stocked fridge with wide eyes. “Lots of food.” They all continued to stare. Frankly, this was more time than Adrien had ever spent looking inside a fridge. He was used to having meals prepared for him, and even having constant access to a fridge at all was pretty new to him. Plus, even in London he tended not to linger in the kitchen, preferring to grab something quickly and sneak back to his room before he risked running into Félix. “We have lots of ingredients,” Alya amended, her words earning a round of nods. “But does anyone actually know what to do with them?” Adrien’s stomach growled. I sure hope so. Nino glanced at Alya. “I mean…your mom’s the chef?” “And?” “Um. Nothing.” He turned back to the fridge. “Well,” Marinette said, “it can’t be that hard. I mean, I know how to cook in theory—how to use a knife, the stove, that sort of thing. I just didn’t plan for this. Like, how are we supposed to decide what to make? How do we find a good recipe? Do we even have spices?” “I saw some salt and pepper on the dining room table,” Adrien said. Alya patted his shoulder. “Oh, sweetheart. Those aren’t spices.”

#ask response #ladyofthenoodle #miraculous ladybug #core four

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B&B bulking cod men pt 2!

Konig, Soap & Ghost- pretty much filler but ending is important to plot

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The conversation with Konig was over as soon as it started as another door opened at out Soap came, Smiling as he picked up his tray, “Thank you las” he said as he walked right back into his room, As did Konig. Ghost however didn’t make a noise, just took the tray, and disappeared into his room.

Hours later the men would fill the common room, telling stories, the odd laugh and chuckle and funny arguments filled the building. Making you let out a small laugh as you mixed the pot that sat in the oven, watching the timer finish for the steaks in the oven.

You made quick work of organizing all three lunch plates, Half a steak, Half a salmon, some handmade mashed potatoes, with some greens on the side. You grabbed a large tray from under the sink and placed the plates onto each, With a tall glass of milk, and adding salt & pepper shakers onto the tray.

Soap was the first to notice your entrance to the common room, “whatcha got there lassie?” He asked, trying to see the tray, Making Ghost & Konig turn over as you placed the tray on the large table.

They all looked confused, turning to face you. “I figured I’d make you all lunch, I apologize if im over stepping, I just realized you hadn’t eaten yet and it’s getting a bit late for lunch.” You explained, gesturing to the clock that read 2:46.

“Thank you.” Ghost mumbled as he took his pick of the plates, shaking some salt and pepper over it. The rest of the men followed with thank you’s.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled as you returned to the kitchen, cleaning the pots and pans you used to cook, Hearing the sound of cutlery scrapping at tapping against plates as then men silently ate.

Konig came in first, holding the tray covered in empty dishes, you thanked him and reached for the top plate, “non sense, you made us a meal the least I could do is the dishes, if that’s okay?” He asked kindly. “Go right ahead, just please leave them in the drying rack when you’re done.”

—

It has been nearly a week since the men had joined you, meaning they’d only be here for another. But the pattern of making them big breakfasts and lunch didn’t end. Due to them spending more time in the house instead of their usual leaving at 8:30 Am and coming home at 6, you’d grown closer to them, more so to Soap then the other too, but Konig would volunteer to help you clean up, and Ghost would silently do his share.

“What made you want to run a b&b? Isn’t it a bit dangerous in this area?” Ghost spoke up one evening after finishing his dinner, His voice was rough but he still had a British accent, the question caught you off guard, at first it was just for the money but you just never looked back once things started too run well. “I suppose it was just a quick way to get money when I first opened up, the house was rundown and too large for just me so I worked on it and got my permit.” You explained, “I guess it just worked out, I mean you guys are here every few months and there’s really no need to tip as much as you do.” You explained, “It’s a nice place, it’s the least we could do.” Konig chimed in, and Soap made a noise of agreement. “I suppose, It’s never what I wanted to do but hey, whatever makes the money.” You explained. “Perhaps you should join the military, the food you makes fuckin’ amazing. We could always use another cook.” Soap said with a chuckle, “Johnny don’t even try that.” Ghost grumbled angry in response, “I’m just saying, we could always use some better food at base and I’m sure this would suffice.” The scott argued back, “Alright enough, we’re not recruiting an innocent individual to cook for us.” Konig cut them off.

You thought for a moment, “I wouldn’t mind,” the men looked at you like deer in headlights. “That’s not just something you can decide on spot mate.” Ghost spoke up, Giving you a few minutes to think, he wasn’t wrong at all. But what would you be leaving behind? A few friends you barely speak too, a dead beat town? “True, but there’s not much going for me here other than this place.” You explain, “But I understand it’s not as easy as just volunteering and off I go.” Konig returned his attention to his plate, “I mean, if your records clean they might take you, got any professional cooking experience?” Soap asked, “I was a line cook for a few years, took hospitality and foods courses in college.”

Soap shrugged, “worth a shot if you really wanted to commit to it, you’d get slot more money then you would running this place, no offense.” He spoke, “it’s not the money that matters Soap”. Ghost argued again. “Sir- Ghost? I assure you I understand the risks of being involved in the military even as such an unimportant role.” You defended.

—

So here you are, a week after the conversation, sat with Soap finalizing your recruitment application. “So all the files are together?” He asked, you anxiously nodded as you handled him over the folder filled with all of your information. “Great lassie, I’ll be seeing ye soon then, thank you for letting us stay again.” He said with a nod and out the door he went, Following after Ghost and Konig.

#cod x you #cod könig #cod modern warfare #call of duty #cod mw x reader #konig mw2 #cod x reader #cod mw2 #konig x reader #bulking #soap cod #john soap mactavish #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley

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au where ghost, gaz and soap are all price's adopted kids and when price finally decided to introduce them to his new boyfriend soap goes ballistic because it turns out to be his very secret older ex - phillip graves who he had nasty break up with and now everyone have to digest two things: that soap apparently had secret older boyfriend and that price apparently had and still has secret younger boyfriend. it's all crack, everyone loses their shit at some point except for nik who is price's very chill ex husband who visits twice a week.

Father's Boyfriend

Fam 141, PriceGraves, past SoapGraves, past PriceNik

TW: Past Abuse, Past Domestic Violence (both are only mentioned a couple times and it doesn’t go into detail)

Ages: Soap- 24, Ghost- 29, Gaz- 26, Price- 56, Graves- 38

(Soap and Graves started dating when Soap was twenty, they broke up after being together for three years)

___

They had a suspicion that their father was seeing someone. It's been a few years now since he and their other dad, Nik, split. Though it was peaceful and mutual, John still chose not to date anyone. So when the late night phone calls started, John being more private about his phone in general, they knew something was up.

"He's definitely dating someone," muttered Kyle.

Johnny hummed in thought, stretched out across Simon's couch. They all had their own places but enjoyed hanging out together. Well, Simon was okay with hanging out with the other two on his terms. Those terms included never being at his house, especially when he wasn't there. But that didn't stop them from copying his key and 'breaking in' to chill and hang out.

The jingling of keys and the front door opening before-

"You fucking assholes."

Johnny and Kyle are unfazed by Simon.

"Hey, Si! Do you think Dad is dating someone?"

Simon walks past them to go into the kitchen, "He's on drugs."

"See, that's what I thought but Kyle says he has to be dating someone."

Kyle scoffs, "The fact you two immediately think our beloved father is on drugs- You're both horrible people."

Simon walks into the living room with a bag of crisps, "Thanks I'm trying."

Johnny laughs as Kyle rolls his eyes. Simon gets a handful of salt and vinegar crisps in his mouth before he speaks.

"I mean, he probably is dating someone. He's been a lot happier lately so we should be happy for him for getting back out there."

"He hasn't introduced us yet."

"Probably wants to make sure this guy is a good fit before introducing him to us. I wouldn't take it too personally."

Johnny crawls over to Simon, "You're so wise, big bro."

He grabs the bag of crisps and darts back to where he was sitting. While Simon and Johnny fought over the bag of crisps, Kyle was in deep thought.

"Do you think we know him?"

Johnny gets shoved to the floor, Simon claiming victory as he settles back down with the crisps, "Maybe. Wouldn't put it past him sneaking his new boyfriend around in plain sight."

Soap gets off the floor, "What if it's someone like our old coach?"

Kyle laughs, "He's so not Dad's type!"

Simon was quiet before he shudders, "Uh, no to that. That guy's a creep."

"The mailman?"

"Oh yes, our father fucking the mailman and it turns out he's our actual father. What a cliché."

Kyle snorts, leaning over to try to grab some crisps.

"Dad has a better taste in men than the mailman or our weird coach from when we played football."

Johnny rolls his eyes as Simon holds the bag of crisps away from Kyle. He gets on his phone to scroll and sees an update from an account on Facebook that he thought he had blocked.

His ex was in town.

"Fuck!"

Simon and Kyle turn to look at Johnny, who froze when he realized he had said that out loud. He slowly looks at his brothers, both staring at him in concern and confusion. All he could do was smile before getting up and running to the bathroom. Johnny locks the door, leaning on the sink as he takes a deep breath. He looks back at his phone, scrolling through the man's profile, which had previously been empty after their breakup. He deleted pretty much everything that had Johnny in it and disappeared.

And now he's crawling back out of the woodwork.

Why is he coming here? What reason does he have to come back here if not to talk to Johnny?

"Fuck fuck fuck-"

"Johnny? You good?"

Johnny stiffens, "Uh, fine! Just, uh- Feeling sick!"

"That's what you get for trying to steal my food," Simon joked even though it was obvious he was worried.

"Need anything? Medicine?"

"Antacids would be great."

Thankfully Simon was the type to just not have basic things like Antacids (because he's weird) so one of them would have to go out and get some. Hopefully Simon was the one to go out because Johnny knows if/when he finds out about why Johnny is freaking out he'll be met with judgement. Kyle was more understanding. There was some muttering outside before one of them walked off. Johnny sighs, not sure which left.

"So... are you actually sick or is this about something else?"

Oh good, Kyle stayed.

Johnny cracks the door open, making sure Kyle was alone before he opens it all the way.

"Don't get mad."

Kyle narrows his eyes, "Why would I get mad?"

Johnny fidgets his hands together, "Remember when we said we wouldn't keep secrets from each other?"

Kyle glares, "Yes..."

"Well... I may or may have not, uh, kept a pretty big secret from you."

Kyle pinches the bridge of his nose, a habit the three brothers shared after watching their father do it for so long.

"Fucking hell... Alright, what is it?"

Johnny braces himself for Kyle's reaction.

"My ex is in town..."

Kyle stares, "Ex? Which one?"

"The one I knew you wouldn't have approved of so I never told you about him..."

There was a good bit of silence before Kyle turned and walked back down the hall, not saying a word. Johnny winces, slowly following him. When Kyle goes into the kitchen and grabs Simon's whiskey, Johnny knew that his brother was holding back on saying something potentially hurtful.

"I don't think Si would appreciate you drinking his good stuff."

Kyle glares at Johnny, "I think he would rather me not kill you."

Simon came back around twenty minutes later and immediately notices that Kyle was drinking his booze. He glares at while dropping the bag of medicine on the counter.

"I was saving that for a special occasion."

"Think this qualifies as a 'special occasion'. Right, Johnny?"

Simon turns to Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, trying to appear as small as possible.

"It's not that big of a deal..."

Kyle scoffs, "You dare to say that after what you told me?"

Simon looks between Kyle and Johnny before finally just stopping to look at Johnny.

"What's going on?"

Kyle stares at Johnny, giving him a chance to tell Simon himself. But Johnny didn't, only stumbled over his words while he tried to defend himself from Kyle's judgement. Kyle turns to Simon, taking a sip of whiskey before he speaks.

"Remember when we told each other we would always tell one another about our relationships? You know, the promise we made after you were hospitalized by your shitty ex?"

Simon snaps his head towards Johnny, "Johnny..."

"Oh, and remember when Johnny 'lost' five hundred pounds from our savings?"

"JOHNNY-!"

Johnny throws his hand sup, standing, "Look! I knew you guys weren't going to like him but I did like him! So I held off on telling you guys about him!"

"You stole money for him-!"

"Also went street racing with him, illegal boxing matches, did drugs-"

"It was just weed!"

Simon was so angry about what he was learning that he was unable to speak. He just throws his hands around while strangled sounds escaped from his mouth. Soap genuinely feared for his safety. He's seen what Simon is capable of. But, Simon does nothing. He calms down enough to grab Soap and forces him to sit back on the couch, sitting next to him while he does.

"Johnny... we made that promise for a reason."

Johnny remembers what happened to Simon, what he looked like in that hospital bed, black and blue.

"I know..."

He figured he would never have to come clean about his dirty secret. But here they were, his brothers staring in disappointment and guilt practically drowning him.

"I wasn't worried anything would happen. He did crazy things but he wasn't that kind of person."

"You think I was worried? That shit happened overnight, Johnny."

Kyle sighs, "We're upset because we care, Johnny. You're our baby brother."

"I know... Don't tell Dad."

"Not in a million years. He's been watching me like a hawk since that day. Don't want to put you in the spotlight... Unless you give us a reason to."

"No more secrets, got it?"

"Yea. No more secrets."

Johnny was hoping that would be the end of it. Other than watching his surroundings more and being very careful about where he was and when (matching where his ex's updates told him where he was), things went back to normal. No weirdness from Simon (more than usual) or further questions from Kyle. Nothing. Just plain old normalcy.

That didn't happen. He didn't know what to expect when they were heading to their father's house for a family dinner. He assumed it would be like all the others so he just grabbed some drinks to bring.

"When's the last time we had a family dinner at Dad's?"

Simon hummed as he thought, "Been a good couple months. He's been pretty busy lately."

"Yea, he has been pretty busy," Kyle says in agreement, eyes flickering from the road to Simon.

Johnny, as usual, was in the backseat. It was Kyle's car (he refuses to let anyone drive it) and Simon also gets shotgun (because he will bully Johnny out of it if Johnny doesn't let him have it). So, he sat in the back, stretched out.

"What if he wants us to finally meet his boyfriend?"

Kyle and Simon blink, apparently that hadn't crossed their minds.

"Holy shit-"

"If I don't like him I'm going to fight him."

"Simon-"

They noticed a car parked next to their father's SUV that none of them recognized.

"Oh shit-"

They got out of the car and Kyle ran around and grabbed Simon before he got to the front door.

"Behave."

"I always behave!"

"No, you don't!"

Johnny walks around them, snickering. He looks at the car as he passes it, seeing something faintly familiar inside it on the passenger seat. It was a shirt with a logo on it but he didn't stay long enough to figure out why it was familiar. He didn't want to seem weird by staring into the car of their father's guest. They got to the front door and Simon bangs on the door excessively.

"Dad! Hey Dad? Dad! Father! Father- Hello!?"

Kyle glares at Simon while Johnny laughs, "You're going to be insufferable tonight, aren't you?"

Simon stops and looks at Kyle, not saying a word but the smirk on his face said plenty. The door opens and there stood their father, glaring at Simon with little to no heat.

"You boys don't have to knock."

Simon shrugs, "Don't have to but I wanted to."

John rolls his eyes before pulling Simon into a hug. He grabs Kyle next, squeezing him, before pulling Johnny into a hug.

"Been too long since I've last seen all of my boys in one place."

He ushers them all inside but keeps them in the front parlor. This only confirmed that he had a very special guest over, somewhere else in the house. Also going off of how nervous their father seemed to be helped enforce that. Simon was the one who decided to say something as John took the wine that Johnny brought.

"Sooo... where is he?"

John freezes and Kyle smacks Simon's shoulder. Johnny could see the panic in John's eyes, something he can't say he's ever seen on his father before.

"Uh-"

"You know, the owner of that shiny, new BMW?"

John takes a deep breath, "Can't hide anything from you. Never could..."

Johnny last heard John say that when Simon uncovered that him and Nik were getting a divorce. Simon has always been good at finding out things, which why it was a miracle that Johnny managed to hide a whole relationship from him. He figured once the money went missing that he would've started snooping.

"Have a seat, boys."

Simon plops down, keeping his eyes on their father. Kyle and Johnny sit on the loveseat, eyes darting between Simon and John. John gave himself a moment to think about what he was going to say before he looked up.

"I've met someone."

"We know."

John narrows his eyes, "How long?"

"Dad... you have been the opposite of subtle."

John snorts, "And here I thought I was doing a good job of keeping quiet."

Kyle makes a error sound which makes Johnny and Simon laugh. John shakes his head before he sighs.

"The... guy I've been with is... a little younger."

The three gasp dramatically, "Dad!"

"It wasn't like I was expecting a relationship to happen!"

Kyle points at John, grabbing his attention, "How young are we talking?"

"He's thirty-eight."

"Wow-"

"I wasn't aiming to start anything with him!"

"How'd you meet him?"

John seemed thankful for Johnny changing the subject, "Met him while out on a company retreat. He was from some firm in the US and they flew out and joined us."

"Ooh! Romance with the enemy?"

"Shadow Co. is freelance. Not exactly our 'enemy'."

Johnny blinks, feeling panic swell up in his chest. Shadow Co.? The guy's age--

Nope! Just a coincidence! There is no way-

"So scandalous~"

"Have you snuck him around us?"

"No, I didn't sneak him around. Didn't really have to since you boys moved out."

Johnny swallows, "What's his name?"

John seems to not notice the shake in Johnny's voice. But Simon and Kyle do, the two turning to look at their brother in concern. John gets up, heading to the hall. He calls for the man who Johnny was praying that didn't turn out to be who he was thinking of.

"Phil! Mind coming in here?"

His heart drops, Johnny feeling lightheaded as he sees his ex come around the corner into the room. He's smiling at John, practical hearts in his eyes. Then he turns and he spots Johnny, those hearts popping as he pales in shock and horror.

"Boys, this is Phillip Graves. My boyfriend."

Simon's eyes widen and he looks to Johnny, jaw dropped. Kyle covers his mouth, cursing as he leans back against the loveseat.

"Johnny? Is there something wrong-"

John notices Phillip's face, the man rubbing his eyes, shaking his head-- Doing everything that he can to change what he was seeing. Finally, Phillip stops, turning to John.

"That's- He's your son!?"

John stares into Phillip's eyes before horror comes across his face, "You-You said your ex was Johnny MacTavish!"

Simon practically screams, "YOU USED A DIFFERENT NAME!?"

"JOHNNY!"

Phillip, unable to say anything else, turns and walks out of the room. John leans on the wall, taking several deep breaths in a attempt to calm himself down. Johnny was full-blown panicking at this point, unsure what the hell is going on.

"This is a joke- A prank! He's not your boyfriend!"

"You dated a man fourteen years older than you!? When did this happen!?"

John looks between Kyle and Simon, "Did you two know about this!?"

"Only recently."

John gaps, throwing his hands in the air, "Fucking hell!"

Johnny was borderline hyperventilating. At least he thinks he is, he's never panicked like this before. Johnny felt his vision start to go black.

"Johnny- Breathe. Easy-"

He felt Kyle hold onto him. Johnny was unable to say anything or see anything due to his blurry vision-- Which added onto his panic. Kyle coached him through his panic attack (he wasn't sure if that was one or not, he's never had one before), helping him regain his ability to breathe. His brother rubbed his back as he slowly calmed down, now able to see again.

"Where's Dad and Simon?"

"Si stepped out with Dad. He wasn't processing this well, either."

Johnny let's out a shaky breath. They sit there in silence before Kyle finally speaks.

"This... is a lot... God, feel like we're on some drama TV show."

Johnny laughs at that, unsure of what to do. This did feel like the plot of some low budget soap opera.

Some god is laughing their ass off right now...

Kyle stands, Johnny turning to look at him.

"I'm going to go check on Phillip."

"You are?"

"This has to be as much of a nightmare to him as it is to you."

"Right..."

"I'll be... somewhere. Don't know where he went. Call me if you need something."

Kyle leaves and Johnny was alone. He puts his head in his hands, cursing at his shit luck. He was beyond shocked by how something like this could happen. His father is dating his ex.

"Oh my god..."

Someone walks into the room and he braced himself. He looks up to see his father standing there, clearly processing this as well as him. Simon was standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to grab a beer. God this is some wacky shit-"

With that, he left. John sighs and walks over to the couch and sits. He rests his arms on his knees, staring intently ahead of him. He clearly wanted to say something but couldn't figure out how to say it. Johnny swallows, never in his life did he think he would end up in a situation like this. They sat there in uncomfortable silence before Johnny finally couldn't take it anymore.

"So... how did you, uh, get with him?"

John turns and stares at his son, blinking, "Are you asking me when I hooked up with Phil?"

Johnny cringes, "No! I meant like, when did you two start going out? How did you get with him?"

"You act like he's a bad guy."

"He's not! He-He's just- UGH!"

Johnny holds his head in his hands, frustrated by his inability to say what he was thinking. John, externally, kept calm.

John sighs, "He told me that his last relationship didn't end well... which was a year ago..."

Johnny slumps against the back of the couch, "Yea... we got into a fight..."

"Phil told me it was because his ex lied to him about something... that something being how old he was."

Johnny winces, "Yea... Kind of told him I was older than what I looked... Even made a whole other Facebook account to trick him into believing me."

John blinks, "You... Johnny-"

Johnny stands, pacing the room, "Look, this is fucking weird as shit, okay. You're dating my ex! How the fuck does something like that happen!? How do you manage to get with my ex- Why didn't he break up with you when you showed pictures of us!? You had to show him pictures of your sons, right!?"

"I-I didn't exactly get around to doing that... I didn't want to scare him off."

Johnny stares hard at his father, "WHAT!?"

"Johnny, he's only nine years older than Simon! I told him about you boys and if he wanted to know more about you guys I would tell him! If he wanted to see pictures I would've shown him! I was following his lead, going the pace he set."

John takes a breath, "This is a very... interesting situation. One I didn't think I would ever be involved in."

Johnny stops by the window of the parlor, looking outside. He tenses when he sees Phillip out there, leaning against his car with Kyle talking to him. They both seemed relatively calm, though Phillip had a cigarette between his lips.

"I don't remember him ever smoking..."

John walks over by the window, "I kind of got him hooked... never did say I was a good influence."

Johnny snorts, "And you wonder why we're all menaces…"

"Hey, it wasn't all me. Your father doesn't exactly have the best track record, either!"

"Does... does Dad know you're dating?"

"He's the one who finally pushed me to getting back out there. Said that I was 'keeping myself miserable'."

"Does he make you happy?"

He already knew the answer to that. They've seen how much happier their father had become since 'sneaking' around with his new boyfriend. More genuine smiles. Deep, hearty laughs (laughing in general had cut back after him and Nik split). He was happy, he acted happy. But Johnny needed to hear him say it.

"Yea... I am happy. Even if this whole situation is weird- If he chooses to stay... I'd still be happy."

Johnny didn't even think about Phillip possibly leaving his dad over this. If he did he couldn't blame him. Johnny could see fear and sadness cloud over John as he watched Phillip through the window. If Phillip left... he'd be sad again.

Johnny steps away from his father, leaving the parlor.

"Johnny? Where are you going?"

"Gonna have a word with Phillip."

Johnny goes outside, Phillip visibly tensing when he saw him. Kyle turns and is surprised to see him.

"Hey, Johnny... Uh, is everything okay?"

Johnny keeps his eyes on Phillip, "Yea... go talk with Dad. And make sure Simon hasn't drank all the beer. I'm definitely going to want one."

Kyle blinks before stepping away, heading back into the house. Phillip avoids eye contact, reaching up and taking the cigarette from his lips.

"When did you start smoking?"

Phillip still isn't looking at him, "Two months ago... kinda started stealing them from John..."

Johnny takes a breath, looking towards the window he and John were staring out of and was glad to see that no one was looking out of it. The tension in the air was suffocating, he couldn't handle having eyes on him.

"Did you know who he was?"

Phillip finally looks at him, "What?"

"Did you know he was my dad?"

"Pff- Fuck no. I've done some weird shit but I've never went out and purposely dated one of my exes' parents!"

Johnny rubs the back of his neck, "Fucking insane shit here..."

Phillip hums in agreement. There was awkward silence, Johnny trying to urge himself to break it and say what he needed to say.

"I'm sorry about what happened."

"Which part? You lying about your age? Stealing shit from your family for me and making me feel indebted to them despite having never met them? What about you using me to get weed or get into illegal fights so you could gamble? Or, is it you lying about who you were? You're not Johnny MacTavish! You're fucking Johnny Price. And, if I had know that, I wouldn't have started fucking your dad!"

Johnny winces, the anger from what happened still very much there. Johnny knows he hurt Phillip. He couldn't argue with it, either.

"Did you tell him all that I did?"

"Parts of it. Didn't feel right bashing some immature kid who fooled me in front of a potential new partner."

"Right-"

"Why'd you come out here?"

"I wanted to apologize..."

Phillip scoffs in response to that.

"And... I wanted to ask if you would stay with my dad."

Phillip blinks before he looks back to Johnny, "What?"

"Look, he's been miserable and lonely since him and our other dad split. Ever since you two started seeing each other he's gotten so happy! Yes, it's fucking weird as hell that you're the guy he's dating, but you're also they guy that makes him so happy. He'll be crushed if you leave."

Phillip looks over Johnny, seeming genuinely surprised by what he had said. Johnny turns his body so he's facing the house rather than facing Phillip. He could feel the man's eyes burning into him, making him feel so small.

"You really care about him..."

"Yea, he's my dad. Been there for me during the roughest points in my life. I want him to be happy."

"And... you think he still wants to be with me after learning about what happened between us?"

"Yea, I do."

Johnny looks back to Phillip.

"You grew up."

"Only been a year."

"Not like that."

"Oh..."

Phillip finishes his cigarette, leaning down and stubbing it into the driveway before he puts the bud in the ashtray in his car. Without saying anything else, he walks past Johnny and goes back to the house. Johnny breathes out, wondering the future would bring them.

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