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slashersteve · 2 years

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A Little Closer

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: There is a time and place to proclaim your love for somebody, and being injured and trapped in the Upside Down is not one of them.

warnings/extra tags: cursing, reader and steve arguing for no reason, and some kissing tm. >>>SPOILERS FOR ST4<<<, not beta read i edited myself but can't be trusted either.

note: I haven't written an imagine for him in a hot minute, and I say this because I have an ongoing series so check out my masterlist ;) Anyway, I wrote this with a dream my friend had about him in mind (she knows who she is). Thanks in advance for reading and please enjoy!

✧ ✧ ✧

You liked Steve Harrington, a lot. And have since you first met in that junk yard years ago when you were introduced to the creatures of this other dimension they called ‘the Upside Down’

Only then you just liked him, because these days you were pretty sure you were hopelessly in love with the guy. This didn’t mean he couldn’t get on your nerves though, especially when he treated you like you incapable of doing literally anything.

"No, you're not going down there."

Steve's voice was firm as he spoke, his words directed at you as you were starting to unbutton your Hawkins Letterman jacket, preparing to dive into Lover’s Lake and see if this gate was down there like Dustin theorized.

"Says who?" You bit back as you were pulling the jacket off, "Robin said Nancy was in charge, not you, Steve."

"Yeah well, I was the co-captain of the swim team and have had life guard certification for 3 years, so logically, it should be me," Steve stated as he too began to undress starting with his shoes all the while Eddie, Nancy, and Robin just watched. You scoffed at him.

"And I was the Captain of the girls swim and water polo team, and have had my certification for 3 and a half years,” you replied, “Can someone tell me which is better?"

They looked awkwardly at each other until Robin began to speak.

"I mean...technically speaking you both had similar responsibilities as a captain and co-captain, but I mean…” her eyes went to Steve who was looking at her with raised brows, “She doesn't have the co in front of hers and didn't have to share responsibility, and uh…her certification beats yours by half a year…so...I would say hers is better."

Steve shot a look at Robin as he was taking off one shoe as fast as he could.

"Gee. Thanks for taking my side Robin," he told her with a scoff while Robin shrugged and claimed she only said so because you asked, "It's just dangerous alright? There could be a gate down there, or worse Vecna could be there- and I don't think you should-"

"Look, out of everyone here I feel like I've been the most useless, and I'm taking the chance to do my part," you explained briefly, "Let me do this because I can do this."

"I know you can, but that doesn't mean you should-"

“And why not? No matter who goes down there the risks are all the same,” you said tearing your t-shirt off now, leaving you in just a tank top and your Hawkins gym shorts.

Steve was untying his other shoe now, trying not to become distracted by your sudden loss of layers, and argued, “Yes, but I don’t want you to take the risk-”

“So anyone but me can?” You gave him an odd look, one that made Steve shake his head quickly.

“No- No I didn’t say-”

"Okay. Are you two seriously going to argue who gets to swim to a possible underwater gate to another dimension where yet another thing is trying to kill us?" Robin was asking, successfully making you and Steve finally go quiet, “Is this a regular occurrence? Arguing over who gets to do risky shit? Because I think this happened last time too.”

She remembered how when coming up with a plan to infiltrate what they thought to be a simple stock room at Starcourt, Steve argued against pretty much any plan that involved you risking your life. Many valuable minutes were wasted with arguments like this with you two going back and forth.

It was almost embarrassing honestly that Steve didn’t realize how into you he actually was or how into him you were because for everyone else on this boat, and on the shore line, it was pretty obvious and has been for quite some time. This was just more evidence of it.

“No, we’re not arguing because we all already decided I’m going,” Steve said, making you laugh and toss your shirt at him before he could even think about taking his other shoe off. It hit his face and momentarily blinded him.

“We decided? No, you decided. Are you implying this needs to be voted on Steve?”

Steve took your shirt in his hands, and looked back at you, “Well maybe it should be- Robin who do you think-”

“I think the one who is already ready to go should go, you still have one shoe on and she does not,” Robin replied quickly as she was shoving the flashlight in the plastic bag Eddie had handed to her.

Steve groaned, “Are you never going to take my side or something Robin? I’m getting hurt over here.”

You were twisting your neck side to side, a pleasant smile on your lips that Robin chose you, but it hadn’t compared to when Nancy finally spoke up.

“Let her do it," Nancy told Steve, then cringed as her eyes went to yours, "Not because I think you're useless or anything, but I've been to enough swim meets for the paper throughout the year to know she's damn good…and she does hold the Hawkins High record for how long she could hold her breath...she can do it, Steve."

It was always nice to have Nancy Wheeler on your side, especially when it was Steve on the opposite side. He always seemed to listen to her and take her words to heart and while other times in this friendship of yours he seemed to drop everything and listen to her it made you feel a tad bit jealous, this time you felt satisfied.

“And like I said, I know she can, better than me, and certainly better than the rest of you, but what if-”

“Dude I’m about to dive down there just so I don’t have to hear you argue for another minute,” Eddie interrupted for the first time since your argument started, “I mean, I’m not going to, of course, but the fact that I was tempted to says a lot. You just gotta trust your girl, Harrington.”

All eyes went to him besides yours at his statement. You kept your gaze trained on Steve, seeing his expression turn from grumpy to confusion then to what you confused with amusement rather than nervousness.

“What? My girl? She isn’t…” he laughed, and you hated how a small part of your heart cracked, “She isn’t my girl, if anything she’s all of our girl-” he cleared his throat as he realized how weird that sounded, “I mean, she’s nobody’s girl, but definitely, definitely not mine-”

Nancy cringed at Steve’s words, and Robin had rolled her eyes for you while Eddie just raised a brow. You were frowning now, turning away from all them after you snatched the flashlight from Robin with a little too much force. Her eyes snapped to yours, being the only one to see your aggravated expression and understanding why.

While Steve’s concern was appreciated and not exactly unwanted, you were starting to get annoyed with him. Sometimes it really felt like when he was with you and the kids…he just saw you as one of the kids he had to keep an eye on and not as… something else.

Well, he didn’t get to tell you what to do, especially now when everyone was on your side and not his. So, without much of a warning, you dived into Lover's Lake.

The splash of the water had captured their attention, especially Steve’s and when he saw you were no longer in the boat. He cursed and looked over the edge and saw nothing but the darkness of the water.

“Dammit! I should’ve known she’d do that!” he said as he gripped the edge of the boat.

Why did you have to be so reckless sometimes? It seriously stresses Steve out, from you throwing him out of the way from that Demodog and getting smacked by it yourself despite it being your first encounter with one to you flirting with the guards at Starcourt and to now jumping into the lake to see if there’s a gate down there. One obviously was more dangerous than the others, but he wished you would just stop.

He was taking his shirt off now, obviously going to dive and swim down after you until someone's hand hit the back of his head just as he got the shirt off.

“Ow, hey-”

“Don’t be dumb, Steve!” Robin told him, “She’s going to be fine. Nance, how long can she hold her breath?”

Nancy answered, and it was more than a minute longer than Steve could, and it was obvious when he sighed.

“See, we’ll just time her and if she doesn’t come back up then you can valiantly dive in there and rescue her, maybe even give her mouth to mouth since you want to kiss her so bad-” Steve’s eyes widened slightly and he scrunched up his nose.

“Woah what? I never said-”

“Please, it’s obvious, so, so obvious that our new pal Eddie here thought you were together.”

Eddie looked at the both of them, "I thought you were like…an overprotective boyfriend or something with how hard you were trying to take her place.”

“Man, what do you know, you barely got here…”

“I’m just saying, man, I don’t think you would’ve fought that hard if it were one of us,” Eddie stated, making Steve scoff because he wouldn’t even hesitate to do the same with Robin and Nancy at least, but it was the fact that you could very well make this dive better than him was enough to prove to them at least that there was something more to it. And maybe a little to Steve too.

“Oh you don’t even know the half of it,” Robin said while Nancy half-smiled in amusement as she looked down at her watch, being sure to keep track of the amount of time you’re down there, “One time she flirted with a secret Russian guard, and lover boy here looked like he was going to explode-”

“What!” Steve’s cheeks were heating up at the mention of that, “We remember that very differently.”

Sure, he was a little annoyed but not because he thought you were trying to hook up with him, because it was risky. It didn’t matter if it kind of worked…and he was a bit jealous...not explosion jealous, but still in the spectrum of jealous.

“And the way they’re always around each other? We had no room on this boat and Steve insisted she come with…”

“Yeah, it is a little exhausting having to keep you two apart to be honest,” Nancy stated, “We could’ve used her at Pennhurst.”

“Hey, that is different, you guys are making it sound like I tell her what to do or something- first, I didn’t want her to be a babysitter again and second- she wanted to stay behind with me when you went to Pennhurst.”

“And I wonder why that was…” Robin hummed. Steve bit the inside of his cheek, not understanding was Robin was getting at, “You like her Steve, just admit it and things will feel better. I swear.”

Steve sighed, “Okay yeah, so I like her, but she isn't into me and I don't see why it's important right now-"

“Oh Steve, I thought you were a pro at this,” Robin said, and he shot her a little look as she grinned back, “I’m just saying, after all this is done, and your only problem is finding the ‘one’ maybe look at her, yeah?”

Steve swallowed a lump of spit, and laughed, “You’re just trying to mess with me so I'll ask her out and you can laugh when she says no.”

“Am I really that cruel?" Robin questioned, but was met with silence, she scoffed and continued to say, "Like I said, just look a little bit closer.”

Robin was finished speaking then, and Steve shook his head in disbelief before deciding to keep asking Nancy how much time had past.

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You hadn’t resurfaced yet, and the time you usually could hold your breath underwater was inching closer and closer by the second. Steve was getting nervous, eyes flickering all over the lake to see if you had maybe emerged elsewhere.

Already, he was moving to stand, “That’s it, it’s been too long, I’m going down there-”

“Steve-”

Suddenly, you were bursting out of the water with a loud gasp and splashing water all over everyone. Steve nearly fell over as it was where he was about to dive into. You looked up at him as your vision readjusted and saw him staring at you with relief.

And then he started to speak.

“Were you trying to beat your own record down there? Why did it take you so long? Were you sightseeing or something- I was about to swim down there and-”

“It’s there,” you interrupted him before he could blast more questions your way, “I saw it, Dustin’s right- there is a gate right beneath us.”

Steve went quiet, and the other three all shot shocked looks to one another and Robin quickly relayed the information Dustin on the walkie-talkie.

“It’s really down there?” Nancy asked more so in disbelief. You were nodding.

“Is it snack-sized, or like the one we saw at Starcourt?” Robin asked.

“Definitely not as big as that one was, but still pretty big,” you replied breathlessly as you began to climb up. It was Steve who was offering you his hand, and you ignored the fact that he was no longer wearing that yellow long-sleeved shirt that made you forget for a moment you were annoyed with him.

“That’s insane,” Steve was saying as your hands met. He was about to pull you up when he was suddenly jolting forward and nearly falling into the water. Your eyes had met each other, and it dawned on you that something was wrapped tightly around your ankle and pulled.

In one breath you said frantically, “SteveDon’tLetMeG-”

The rest of your sentence was drowned out by water as you were suddenly submerged once again, but this time it was very much against your will. Whatever that was coiled around your ankle was forcefully dragging you back down to the bottom of the lake.

Your hand had unfortunately slipped from Steve's grasp as you were pulled under, and he was calling your name. He didn't think twice, diving in after you while leaving Robin, Nancy and Eddie behind. In fact, Steve went after you so fast that for a moment they thought he was dragged down with you.

“What the hell was that, man! What the hell was that!” Eddie was shouting.

“What do we do?!” Robin shouted moreso at Nancy because she trusted her with decisions more than herself or Eddie. Nancy was already standing at the edge of the boat, ready to dive in after you and Steve.

It was hard not to panic as you were being dragged further and further from the surface. The water of the lake filled your lungs, and you desperately swung your arms upward in an attempt to swim back up, but it was to no avail.

As fast as you were underwater though, before you could possibly drown, you were suddenly gasping loudly and being dragged across rough terrain. You were shouting, water spilling from you lips.

Just seconds after you were pulled through the gate, Steve was coming through it too. His eyes frantically looked around for you until he heard your shouts. He called out to you, already beginning to run as fast as he could toward you.

You called out to him too, "Steve! Help!"

Your hands desperately tried to grab anything that could anchor you, but everything easily slipped from your grasp. It was only when you hit something particularly large the thing let go of you, and the sudden force of the stop caused you to roll a couple of times before you were burrowed in a bunch of sticky vines.

Steve called out your name again as he was by your side. You were too winded to comprehend what exactly had just happened, your eyes blinking rapidly at Steve and your new surroundings.

You were breathing heavily, gazing up at him with wide eyes as his hands grasped shoulders and making you face him. His eyes flickered all over you, making sure you were okay while asking you if you were hurt.

"I-I don't know, what- wait- where are we?" You said between pants as Steve eyes fell back onto yours. You were moving to stand, and Steve helped you.

After catching your breath with Steve’s arm wrapped firmly around you, you finally had taken in your surroundings. It was Lover’s Lake, yes but not your Lover’s Lake, and there were the same dust-like particles floating all around you.

The terrain was covered with the vines, and the sky was permanently cloudy. What really had you staring in awe was the flashes of red in the distance that came with cracks of loud lightning and thunder.

“Steve…are we?”

You looked at him now, and he was staring at the sky too, “Uh yeah…yeah I’m pretty sure.”

You were in the Upside Down.

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Steve was mad at you, though you couldn't really understand why. Because after he killed that bat-like creature that once had you by the throat by slamming its body repeatedly on the ground, he wasn't mad then, at least at you.

But, now he was and you thought maybe it had something to do with your newly sprained ankle that you were struggling to walk on. You knew the thing that had dragged you all the way down here was to blame for that.

After being dragged into this god forsaken place, these bat creatures had surrounded attacked the both of you. You were so high on adrenaline that you hadn’t even realized you could barely even walk on your ankle until you were able to catch your breath under Skull Rock.

"You shouldn't have dived down here," Steve said with a shake of his head, "It should've been me putting myself in danger. Not you."

You were leaning against Steve, who insisted despite his own injuries that he'd be the one to help you walk on your faulty ankle.

You rolled your eyes, "Again, it doesn't matter! We're all down here now, trapped and with no way of defending ourselves yet. The only way it changes is you being the one dragged and us coming after you."

"You went before we even properly decided who's going to go, at least you wouldn't be hurt or almost strangled to death-"

You huffed and began to try and move away from him, "You know what, I think I'd rather walk by myself."

Steve scoffed at the idea of that, "I'd hand you to Robin before letting you do that."

For some reason, this made you finally snap.

"Steve, seriously, what the hell is your problem? Why do you always treat me like I'm a kid who’s less than capable of doing literally anything? You treat me worse than you treat Dustin, an actual kid," you claimed in an irritated tone.

Steve seemed taken back by your words, stopping the both of you from walking (you limping) any further.

"Woah hey, I don't treat you like a kid-"

"Yeah well it sure feels like it," you interrupted with a deep frown now, "I just don't get it, do you not trust me or something? Is it because I'm a girl? Because you don't treat Nancy like that, or Robin-"

"What? No! It's not because of that, also I thought I made it pretty clear that I do trust you!" Steve argued back to you. You laughed in his face.

"Pretty clear? We wouldn't be having this lovely conversation if it was 'pretty clear' like you claim," you mocked slightly, Steve frowned too then.

"Well...yeah, I thought it was pretty clear how much I trust you and how much I..." he suddenly paused in his sentence, before sucking in a breath and saying, "...care about you, enough to not want you throwing yourself into danger and getting hurt," he explained, you pressed her lips together as you stared at him, "Seriously, you do it all the time-"

"For the same reason you throw yourself into danger all the time!" You exclaimed, this time loud enough for the other three to hear your back and forth, "I care about you too, maybe more than you actually know, so do you think it doesn't...affect me when you throw yourself into these situations too?"

Your voice was shaking slightly as you recalled him getting into a fight with Hargrove when he tried to attack Lucas, or when he was tortured and drugged up by those Russian soldiers. And how, more recently, you had to listen to his shouts of pain of the bats biting and chewing on his sides, being reminded of how helpless you felt.

Steve paused then, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"It does?"

"Yes Steve, it does because you're my friend. In fact, it terrifies me, Steve, when you do that because I'm also absolutely in love with you," You rambled on, "But I still trust you, you know? I trust that you know what you're doing and you'll just be okay. And I really, really wish you'd do the same for me."

Any words Steve was going to say had been wiped from his mind as he took in what you had just said. It seemed that you hadn't even realized what you said as you stared up at him with your eyebrows taunt and eyes meeting his directly.

'I'm also absolutely in love with you'

Steve's breath hitched gently, wondering if he actually hadn't of heard that and he was delirious from the blood loss.

"Shit, seems like he doesn't have to look closer," Robin muttered to both Nancy and Eddie who watched with raised brows that you'd just admitted that out loud.

"Uh hey, I don't think we have time for this-" Nancy called over to you too but was promptly interrupted by the ground beginning to aggressively shake beneath all of you.

Deep rumbles echoed from all around you as the tremors caused you to fall forward onto Steve. He caught you, but ended up falling backwards and hitting the floor with a thud.

You landed right on top of him with a short yelp, hands clenching the denim jacket Eddie let Steve borrow and your face pressed into his bare chest.

Despite the circumstances, Steve couldn't let go of your confession that he was now sure he actually heard you loud and clear. You were in love with him? Did everyone see it but him? You just had always seem to be this untouchable girl to him, even before you became friends, like you were there but never within reach.

When the floor had finally stopped shaking, you looked up to look at him with wide eyes that probably realized you'd just confessed your secret love for him. You looked ashamed, embarrassed even, and he could tell you were already thinking about ways to change what you had just told him before.

Steve realized in this moment you were always within reach, but just like Robin had said...he wasn't looking at you and just assumed you weren't interested when you very much were.

He prided himself in being able to capture the signs someone is into him, even called himself a pro, but clearly that title is wrong if he couldn't even tell if the girl he was in love with as well for almost a year returned his feelings.

"Steve I didn't-"

"It scares me too for the same reason," he suddenly told you. It took you a moment to process what he was getting at, "For the exact same reason."

You tilted your head, about to ask him if he knew what he was saying, but it was cut short by his lips meeting yours. It was a short kiss, but one that took your breath away in the few seconds your lips were touching.

“Are these two serious?” Eddie asked out loud.

“Oh yeah they are. This is not the time!” Nancy called from her spot, but her words fell on deaf ears as you and Steve kissed. Robin scoffed out loud and began to make her way toward her friends who were (finally) in a lip lock.

“Hey! I’m happy for you two to realize you have soft and fuzzy feelings for each other! I really am! But does it have to be right now!?”

Neither of you listened as you kissed, too engrossed with each other and the fact that these feelings you’ve both had for a year were reciprocated. It didn’t matter, at the moment, that you were in the Upside Down and would always remember your first kiss being here of all places.

You kissed him harder, pushing down onto him the way you always dreamed of kissing him and he returned with the same energy.

The kiss was brought abruptly to an end though when someone was grabbing you and making you stand. You blinked a few times in your stupor and saw that it was Robin.

“Like I said, I’m happy for you, but we seriously have to keep moving,” she told you. You looked back at Steve who was being helped up by Eddie. His eyes found yours, and so did a winning smile on his lips.

You laughed softly, still in a bit of a shock of what had just happened. Your fingers went to your lips that still felt tingly from his lips that were on yours.

“I better not wake up in my bed and realize this was just a dream,” you suddenly said to Robin.

She wrapped an arm around you, determined to be the one to help you walk now and replied, “Nope. This is real, we’re trapped in another dimension, and you just kissed Steve Harrington.”

You leaned against Robin now, a laugh escaping your lips.

Meanwhile, Steve was standing on his own, and gently placed a hand over his lips like you had, still feeling like he could feel your lips there and tasting you.

Eddie had cleared his throat, "Now you're really an overprotective boyfriend."

Steve coughed into his hand now as if to hide the fact he was touching his own lips, and stood up more straight. His eyes had found yours again, catching the smile on your lips as Robin helped you turn around and he grinned to himself as well.

He couldn't wait to kiss you again, preferably in your own world and on one of your first dates.

#please enjoy this im shy about posting again for some reason #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #reader insert #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #st 4 #st 4 spoilers #imagines #lys writes again

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Garden of Secrets [8] - Begonias

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback and support my loves!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: Impatience can be dangerous.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms.

Word Count: 4200

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The following week after that conversation at the rooftop was actual torment for you.

You had tried everything to divert your attention elsewhere, but for the first time in your life, nothing seemed to work. Even while tending to your garden, that night refused to leave your mind, as if your mind had sworn to make you remember it over and over again.

If your sister were here she would’ve said you were heartbroken, but even the thought was absurd.

You weren’t the type of person who got heartbroken.

Even if you were -which you weren’t- one simple glance at Lady Whistledown’s lines throughout the week would be enough to snap you out of it. You had managed to avoid balls, pretending you were still in a delicate condition after the heat exhaustion incident, but Benedict on the other hand had been quite busy as far as you could tell. Day after day, Lady Whistledown wrote how he only stayed at the balls he attended for less than an hour and spent the rest of the nights somewhere else, returning home only around dawn, looking quite disheveled. It had to have been bad because the latest Whistledown issue had mentioned his brother Anthony pulling him aside just when he was about to leave the last ball for a short argument which he had walked away from.

Anyway. It wasn’t like you were interested in his whereabouts.

“My lady, are you sure…?” the cook trailed off while Teddy giggled happily, sitting on the counter and covered in flour from head to toe, and you winked at him before turning to the cook.

“You have no reason to worry Mrs. Booth,” you said. “We will not burn the house down.”

Mrs. Booth did not look relieved at all, but she chose not to comment on it and instead walked over to the other side of the kitchen to check on the soup for tonight’s dinner. You turned to Teddy and put your hands on your hips, sticking your nose up in the air.

“Now,” you said. “Are you ready for this incredibly important task?”

“I am!” Teddy said, dangling his legs off the counter, excitement almost radiating off of him. You tilted your head.

“Are you sure? It’s quite the responsibility, you know.”

“Yes!” he said, jumping in his spot and you pointed at the other side of the counter.

“Over there,” you said. “We have our cookie dough. And of course we must have a theme for our cookies, it goes without saying.”

“Of course!”

“You are to decide what our theme will be and help me shape them.”

Teddy had such a concentrated look on his face that one simple observer would think he was to decide the fate of the country and you repressed a laugh, waiting for him to decide. He held his breath as the idea hit him, his whole face lighting up.

“A garden!” he said. “With people in it!”

You gasped. “That’s such a perfect idea Teddy!”

“And—and—” he said, flailing his arms. “We will have trees and flowers and people—you can shape the flowers and I can shape the trees and people!”

“That sounds like a good deal,” you said as you grabbed the cookie dough and gave him the half of it before you took a small amount of it out of your half, and started making a small flower. Teddy was humming a song to himself, his tongue sticking out, his whole concentration on the stick figure he was making from the cookie dough and you leaned over to press a kiss into his hair, making him let out a whine.

“Y/N I love you too but I’m working!” he said in a serious manner and you let out a laugh, then held up your hands, gesturing surrender.

“Alright, alright. Sorry.”

“You can kiss me afterwards, not now though. This is very important.”

“Got it,” you said, still smiling as you got back to making flowers from the cookie dough and he stole a look at you, then shifted in his spot.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“What does propose mean?”

Your head shot up from the dough. “Hm?”

“I heard auntie and uncle talking about a lord wanting to propose to you.”

You cleared your throat and put aside the flower to start on another one.

“Propose means someone asks someone to marry them.”

Teddy held his breath, shaking his head fervently. “But you’re not going to marry someone are you?” he asked. “You can’t!”

You pulled your brows together. “Why not?”

“Because then you’d leave!” Teddy said, tears already rushing to his eyes and you heaved a sigh, then wrapped your arms around him to pull him into a hug.

“I’d never leave you,” you said, placing a kiss on top of his head. “I promise. Even if I married someone, which I will not anytime soon.”

“But people leave when they marry.”

You frowned, pulling back to look at him better. “Who told you that?”

“No one,” he mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders. “But Josie isn’t here and she’s married. You always say she is our sister but I don’t even remember her.”

You could swear your chest was hurting but you managed to smile at him.

“Teddy, Josie isn’t here because she had to leave,” you said with a sigh. “One day I will tell you why, alright? But for now, the only thing you need to know is that she loves you and misses you so much. I read you her letters, she always asks about you, remember?”

Teddy nodded, still pouting.

“But you won’t marry anyone?”

“Not anytime soon,” you said. “And regardless of whether I get married or not, I will never leave you. I swear to you.”

He lifted his head and gave you a big smile, then hugged you tight and pulled back.

“Do you think this cookie man looks nice?” he asked, holding up the cookie and you smiled, then nodded your head.

“Yeah,” you said. “It looks perfect.”

One of the many bad things about being a debutante was that there were only so many balls you could avoid. Seeing that you would have to attend one eventually, you figured you could do it tonight and get it over with.

Besides, according to Lady Whistledown Benedict barely spent any time at the balls nowadays so you were going to be just fine.

“So how did Lord Shaw take it?” you asked your aunt as you stepped out of the carriage when it stopped by the garden, the music of the ballroom reaching there already. Your aunt linked her arm with yours and you both started walking through the garden.

“Well, apparently he was quite sad about it,” she said. “Your uncle was very clear though, he said you two would not make a suitable couple in matrimony.”

You squeezed her hand in yours while you two climbed the marble stairs. “Thank you.”

“Of course!” she said. “I know you cannot stand him.”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “It’s just… He does not fit my criteria.”

Your aunt hummed. “Are you sure it’s not also because you have affections for someone else?”

“I don’t have any affections for anyone,” you said way too fast and your aunt stopped when you two reached the entrance of the ballroom.

“Whatever you say Clover,” she said. “Just promise me something?”

“Of course.”

“Try to have fun,” she said and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I’ll try.”

“Good,” she said. “Now, I can see Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury, if you’ll excuse me.”

She made her way to them and you nodded at them with a small smile, then turned your head when you heard your name being called.

Oh God damn it.

Benedict looked as frozen as you were unlike Charlotte who seemed incredibly cheerful as usual, waving at you. You swallowed thickly and looked around, considering leaving the ballroom for a second but you knew you couldn’t do that to Charlotte, so you made your way to them.

“Good evening,” you said curtly, making sure to keep your gaze only on Charlotte who squealed, rocking on the balls of her feet.

“Oh finally you’re here!” she said. “I was beginning to think you were going to avoid balls forever.”

“I’m not that lucky, it seems.”

“Benedict was just asking about y—” she stopped talking as Benedict elbowed her and she rolled her eyes while Benedict cleared his throat.

“Miss Y/N.”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you greeted him back and Charlotte looked between you two, then put her hands on her hips.

“Well,” she said. “Anthony looks annoyed yet again, so I’d better go and ask what that is about.”

“What?” Benedict asked as your eyes widened and Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m curious about the reason so I must go.”

“Lottie—”

“Charlie—”

“No to both of you, I will see you later!” Charlotte said and walked away from you in a haste, making you shake your head.

“Not very subtle, that one.”

“She has many strong suits, subtlety has never been one,” Benedict commented and took a deep breath, then shot you a crooked grin. “Hello again.”

You raised your brows. “You know we don’t have to do that, right?”

“Do what?”

“Have a conversation,” you said and he took a deep breath.

“I was actually hoping for it.”

“You were hoping for—Jesus Christ, no,” you were distracted mid-sentence as soon as you saw Lord Shaw’s eyes stopping on you, and he fixed his waistcoat before he started to approach you.

“No to having a conversation?”

“No to the universe having a grudge against me for some reason,” you said through your teeth and Benedict followed your line of sight, then turned to you and offered you his hand.

“A dance, my lady?”

You pulled your brows together. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a ballroom,” he said as the music started. “People tend to dance at balls, in case it has escaped your notice.”

You stole a look at Lord Shaw coming closer and let out a breath, then placed your hand in his.

It was like a lightning. As soon as your skin touched his, you could swear sparks ran through you, that familiar warmth engulfing your hand and judging by how his hand twitched over yours, you could tell he felt the same. He hesitated for a moment, letting out a breath, then led you to the dancefloor with the other couples. For a moment you feared everyone else in the ballroom could hear your heartbeat because of how deafening it was in your ears as soon as he had put his hand on the small of your back, but you tried to repress the excitement and took a step towards him as the dance required.

“I appreciate your help,” you said after a moment and he smiled softly.

“I was going to ask you for a dance anyway,” he said, his smile widening at the apparent confusion on your face. “So, did Lord Shaw bore you that much?”

You rolled your eyes. “Worse.”

“Worse?”

“He proposed.”

Benedict’s whole body froze mid-dance and you shot him a warning glare, raising his hand above your head to twirl yourself as if he was the one still leading.

“Did they not teach you how to dance? Or can you only put up a decent performance in bed—”

“What did you answer?” he cut you off and you scoffed.

“I said no, obviously,” you said. “I told you. He does not fit my criteria.”

His eyes flickered over your face. “Y/N…”

“That was not an invitation to talk of that now,” you said. “It has been a nice evening so far, I don’t wish to ruin it.”

“But we must talk of it.”

“Not really,” you said, those sparks hitting you with their full force when his fingertips brushed over your wrist. “What did you want to have a conversation about earlier?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “The rooftop.”

Your breath got caught in your throat and you stole a look at him before averting your gaze to the other dancing couples.

“I don’t think that we should.”

“Y/N.”

“We can just pretend it did not take place,” you managed to say and he let out a dry chuckle.

“I cannot.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

Your throat tightened as you let him lead the dance, barely aware of your own movements as if you were in a haze. You knew there were couples all around you but somehow it felt like you two were the only people in that ballroom, like he was the one person whose presence mattered.

Especially when he was looking at you like that.

“Talking of it will not change a thing,” you forced yourself to say. “I told you; you mustn’t even think of it. I will break your heart terribly—”

“Alright.”

You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him.

“What?” you asked, “What do you mean, alright?”

He pulled you closer the moment the note of the music changed, signaling the slow end of the tune and he grabbed you by the waist to lift you up as the dance required, taking your breath away. You grasped at his broad shoulders, your heart leaping to your throat and he gently put you down, your hands still on his shoulders. His pleasant scent filled your lungs and you swallowed thickly, your eyes still locked in his.

“You said you would torment me,” he said, his voice low as the music came to a stop. “So be it. Torment me if you wish to.”

He bowed his head and walked away from you, leaving you there completely dumbfounded. It felt as if the whole room was spinning as you watched him walk out of the ballroom -probably to the garden- and you looked around to see whether your aunt would notice your absence, but she was nowhere to be found, neither were any of her friends. You licked your lips, then walked out of the ballroom as well, the cool air hitting your burning face as soon as you stepped outside. You pressed the back of your hands on your cheeks and checked whether anyone was around, but it seemed safe enough.

It was considerably a small garden, at least not as big as the last ball’s so it took you only five minutes to find him. He was at the far end of the garden, leaning back to the wall of the gazebo, exhaling the smoke of the cigarette in his hand into air. Your heart skipped a beat but you refused to let it intimidate you, so instead you passed by the begonias and stomped over to him, your brows pulled into a frown.

“Are you insane?” you asked, making him turn his head and he pushed himself off the wall.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why would you say such a thing?” you insisted. “You long for heartbreak, is that it? You could not find a lady within the ton to break your heart for some sort of inspiration for your art, that’s why you keep saying these things to me—”

“Is that what you think?” he cut you off and let out a breath. “Come on now.”

“Then what is it?”

“Do you really want to hear it?” he asked you. “Because I think if I say it out loud, you’re going to run away as fast as you can.”

You scoffed a bitter chuckle. “As always, you put too much importance in your words’ impact on me.”

“Is that right?” he said, looking you in the eye. “Why are you here then?”

You blinked a couple of times. “I…I don’t have to explain my actions to you.”

“Why are you here, Y/N?” he asked again, his voice on edge and you gritted your teeth, then stuck your nose in the air.

“I cannot have you hope for something impossible,” you managed to say. “You must cast that thought out of your mind—”

“You don’t think I tried?” he cut you off, and shook his head. “What on earth do you think I’ve been trying to do since I met you? It’s not working like it’s supposed to.”

You let out a dry laugh, the familiar bitterness that tasted terribly like jealousy reaching your throat.

“Right,” you said. “Spare me those lies, will you? I’m not as clueless as others in that ballroom. Whatever you were doing was done for your own pleasure, it had nothing to do with me.”

“You—”

“Nothing could ever happen between us no matter how much you may hope for it.” you cut him off and he stared at you, a flash of pain crossing his handsome face.

“It’s just me then?” he managed to ask and you pulled back slightly.

“Pardon?”

“It’s just me who feels this fire,” he said, taking a step towards you, his gaze pining you to your spot. “It’s just me who cannot cast you out of my mind, it’s just me who is in lo—”

“Don’t,” you said, the warning word like poisoned honey on your tongue, half sweet and half painful. "Don't say it."

“Why not?”

Because I don’t believe it.

You gritted your teeth, your jaw set firm in determination. “I do not wish to hear it.”

A soft smile curled his lips.

“Alright,” he said after a beat. “Then tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me you feel nothing for me,” he said. “Tell me it’s just me who feels this, and I swear on my honor I will never bother you again.”

It was supposed to be easy.

The whole ton could say lots of things about you, but no one could say you weren’t an expert on keeping your emotions under control. That required you to come up with lies whenever you needed to, but somehow you couldn’t will the words out of your mouth, they all got stuck in that lump that was growing bigger and bigger in your throat.

Your uncle was right, unfortunately.

Silence was enough of an answer sometimes.

“You—I—” you stammered, averting your eyes for a moment. “That has nothing to do with the discussion right now.”

He stared at you for a moment, that light in his gaze growing soft before he took a deep breath, looking down at the cigarette between his fingers.

“Y/N,” he said. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You either go back to the ballroom or—”

“What exactly makes you think you can tell me what to do?” you interrupted him, narrowing your eyes into a glare and he repressed a smile, then shook his head.

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m telling you what I am going to do,” he said. “You either go back to the ballroom, or I will kiss you. You have time until this cigarette is finished, so think carefully.”

That…

No.

No that was a bluff. It just had to be, of course he was not going to kiss you. Being under the delusion of infatuation and fooling himself into believing he was in love in order to experience heartbreak was one thing, but him actually kissing you was another.

Deep down he didn’t want or love you. He simply could not, even if he tried.

By some miracle, you managed to find your voice even though you felt as if excitement had already taken over you. “Am I supposed to be intimidated?”

He shook his head and took a drag of the cigarette.

“Not at all,” he said. “I’m just telling you what is going to happen.”

“You do remember I have a knife for times like these, do you not?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m willing to take my chances.”

You needed to leave. Any rational woman would leave immediately so as to protect their reputation, but somehow all your logic that would normally scream at you was drowned by the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

You were never the one to back away from a challenge after all, and the fire that was roaring through your veins was too powerful for you to even consider fighting against it. It was as if you were in a dream, and you were nearly trembling with anticipation, your whole body refusing to just take the step to go back to the ballroom.

It was just going to be one time.

You would only kiss him once, you would only taste that desire that had been haunting your dreams, tantalizing you every single night to wake you up gasping only once, and then—

Then you were going to go back to your original strategy. You were going to forget about him and this night, and find yourself a very old husband as you had planned and move on with your life.

Just once.

Just once couldn’t hurt.

You felt yourself take a step towards him before you pulled the cigarette from his lips to flick it to the ground, as if daring him to make his move. The fire in his eyes was so intense that for a moment you felt as if your whole face was burning, but you raised your brows, looking up at him before you scoffed a laugh.

“Just as I thought,” you said and turned around to leave, but felt him grab your upper arm to spin you around, drawing a gasp from you as your gaze snapped up to his.

“You, my poisonous flower,” his voice was a low murmur, making your heart skip a beat and he ran his knuckles over your burning cheekbone. “You will be the end of me.”

With that, his lips claimed yours.

Oh.

This was the infamous euphoria that every artist chased through centuries.

You could swear you felt yourself melt in his arms as he pressed you back to the wall of the gazebo, his hand cradling the back of your head, messing up your perfectly coiffed updo your maid had spent almost half an hour on but you couldn’t find it in you to care about it.

You couldn’t find it in you to care about anything else but him and his touch as long as he kept kissing you like this.

Desire spread through you like wildfire as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, blindly chasing that feeling which made you feel like you were falling off a cliff, your heart pacing in your chest, your whole body taken by this newfound high—

And then someone gasped.

It was as if you had been splashed with ice cold water. Benedict pulled back immediately and you turned your head but as soon as you saw who it was –who they were— you felt your stomach drop.

Lady Featherington’s mouth was open in shock, her eyes wide while your aunt looked almost frozen in her spot. Lady Bridgerton was covering her mouth, obviously as shocked as the rest of them and Lady Danbury let out a breath, shaking her head.

You could feel the fear smothering every single trace of happiness that was rushing through your system just a moment ago and you swallowed thickly, digging your fingernails into your palm while Benedict took a step sideways in your direction, almost shielding you from their gaze.

Through the fog of absolute fear, your mind managed to notice that tiny detail. You could claim he had no understanding of responsibility, that he was one of the most privileged men in the ton who never thought or cared about consequences, but it didn’t change one single fact:

Benedict Bridgerton; the unbridled philanderer, the spoiled second-son and free-spirited artist, had quite literally placed himself between you and the ton’s scrutiny.

Lady Featherington was the first to break the silence.

“A scandal!”

“Benedict…” Lady Bridgerton whispered and you shook your head, looking at your aunt while you blinked back the tears.

“I knew Lady Whistledown was right!” Lady Featherington said. “I knew it!”

“I’m sure there is an explanation,” Lady Danbury said through her teeth, glaring at Benedict, “Is there not?”

“What explanation?” Lady Featherington said with a small laugh. “Did you not see what I saw?”

“Y/N, what on earth do you think you are doing?” your aunt managed to ask in a whisper as if she was as shocked as you were, and you tried to gulp down the lump in your throat, keeping silent.

“This is unacceptable,” Lady Featherington said and motioned at you two. “Unchaperoned and—and— doing that!”

Air.

You needed air but somehow, you couldn’t seem to get enough of it into your lungs.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves,” Lady Featherington continued as Benedict stole a look at you, his hand curtly brushing over yours as if he wanted to remind you he was there before he turned to them. “This is no position to be found! Y/N, your reputation will be ruined when—”

“That is not going to happen, Lady Featherington,” Benedict cut her off, his voice completely calm and collected, the opposite of the mind-numbing fear that was nearly smothering you at the moment.

Lady Danbury raised her brows. “Is it not?”

Benedict shook his head.

“Not at all,” he said, his words piercing through the chaos in your mind. “We’re going to get married.”

Chapter 9

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MONTHS - BRIAN O’CONNER.

author’s note, didn’t have a title so this was random. hope you guys enjoy this! i’m back from a long break of writing and hopefully i see got it!

So here you are, sitting on the coach at Dom’s party while Letty’s hand is roaming around his body. You couldn’t help but laugh at your friend, I mean.. with a man like that, who wouldn’t be hands on???

You were sitting alone on the coach, just enjoying the cold beer you have in your hand. You can just tell by his presence that he’s in the same room as you, but you have a feeling he’s not alone either.

You hated Brian, you didn’t have a reason why but you hated him anyways. You hated how he can just sweep any girl off their feet, how he can use his dreamy blue eyes to get what he wants, you hated pretty much everything about him.

You didn’t hate him before you guys dated, you actually adored him.

The way he was so protective over you. How any man can try to come to you, Brian would quickly grab your arm to place you behind him so he can do all the talking. How he caress your body in bed, admire your face while you’re sleeping so soundly in his bed. How Brian would blush every time Rome would mention you in some kind of way while you’re with the two. It was all just adoring him from afar.

But now you can’t stand the way he talks, the way he walks, the way he smiles, you just can’t stand him at all. Which wanted you to leave the party early but Letty wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

Which is why you’re just sitting up on a coach with a beer, trying your best to not look at O’Conner in any type of way.

“You look pretty to be lonely on this couch” A male’s voice spoke, getting you out of your thoughts about Brian. You looked up at the man and shrugged your shoulders with a smile.

“Some guys just get intimidated” You said before taking a sip of your beer, the guy chuckled and sat right down next to you. “But I guess you’re not like most guys” you added.

“Oh please, I get what I want” He smirked, causing you to smile in return.

Meanwhile Brian walked up to Dom and Letty, “Hey, who’s that guy?” Brian asked the couple. Letty shrugged her shoulders, and Dom didn’t say anything.

“So is he a random or like what?” Brian was starting to get a bit irritated, Dom chuckled, wrapping an arm around Letty. “Dom, you gotta help me out here”

“There’s nothing I can do” Dom spoke, “You guys broke up remember? You was just with some chick and now you’re about to cry because she got someone up her sleeve too” he continued, Brian rolled his eyes.

“You miss her, don’t you?” Letty questioned, a corner of her mouth curved up into a little smile as she figured out the truth. “Awww, you miss little y/n!!” she giggled.

“Yeah well” Dom trailed off, “Looks like someone already got to her” he finished, causing Letty to look over Brian’s shoulder. The blond man quickly turned around to see you making out with the random guy on the coach, nobody around didn’t care.

Hell, it was a party.

Something about seeing you make out with other guys didn’t sit right in Brian’s mind, but his body froze, he didn’t know what to do.

All he could do is just watch until he thought of something to pull you away, but once the guy started touching up your upper chest finally gave Brian something to call it off.

Walking up to you and the guy, he pushed the dude off to the side, making you look up to see who it was. “O’Conner?? Are you serious right now?” You said in disbelief, looking for Letty & Dom who were watching the scene like it was from a drama show.

“You’re coming with me” Brian demanded, trying to grab your wrist but you quickly pulled away before he had the chance.

“Y/N” Brian said softly, “Just please” he whispered. Brian wanted to be patience so bad but his patience was running thin.

You didn’t give him a response though, so impatient Brian grabbed your wrist while you least expected it and guided you to the front of Dom’s house, he wanted to leave but he had to make sure you were with him.

“Brian, are you serious? Let me go!” you told him, smacking his arm, trying to stop his movement but putting full stops to your walking but nothing works.

He stops you guys right in front of his car that was parked on the sidewalk, he turned around. “I need you to trust me”

“Trust you?? you just dragged me out of the party and now you want me to trust you?” You exclaimed.

“Y/n I just have stuff to say, please” he whispered.

“Well say it here!” you raised your voice, “I’m going nowhere with you” You didn’t like yelling at Brian. Yelling at him was a rare thing, there were times you didn’t have a choice and now you really don’t have a choice.

“Because let’s face it O’Conner, you can’t just be mad because I decided to make out with someone while you had another girl under your arm as you were drinking your beer! We broke up a while ago so I don’t want to hear any shit from you, you broke up with me! So now here I am dealing with it by making out with other dudes!” you yelled.

“I want to be happy while moving on, like you do!” You shouted, “I’m tired of seeing you with new girls everyday with your arm wrapped around them when that used to be me! I already have to deal with being near you 24/7 because we have the same friends!” you continued, gaining many stares from strangers who are exiting the party drunk as hell.

“I’m stuck with all these memories of us, I hate waking up alone now but you always have company for some reason.” Your eyes began to water, not that you were sad but you had a habit of crying when you’re mad. Brian knew that too, he hated seeing you cry but in this case, he was kind of glad to see you still cared.

“So what more do you want from me huh?” Your anger took over and you tried to shove him but of course, he didn’t move.

“Y/N—“

“No, you’re sick for breaking up with me. You’re sick for leaving me behind and being fine with it” You sniffled, the tears started running down your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to break up” Brian raised his voice, he never yelled at you, it’s not like you had time to react about it so you yelled back.

“Then why did you do it?!” you shouted.

“I thought I was protecting you” Brian’s voice went down to being soft, you didn’t respond. All you could do is just scoff and laugh.

So now you two were just standing in silence, you were sobbing as you were looking at anything but him while his eyes were focused on you.

Brian wanted to make a move, but he didn’t know how. He was scared on how you would react but he hated seeing you cry with no comfort by your side.

Brian took one step forward and carefully placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling in closer so he can rest his forehead on yours. You wanted to pull away but you missed his comfort, you missed the little thumb rubbing on the back of your head, you missed the whispering of reassurance in your ear.

You slowly started to break down, gripping the sides of his shirt to pull him closer towards you then wrapping your arms around his waist, now laying your head on his shoulder as you silently cried.

Brian then wrapped his arms around your neck, slowly swaying you two side to side. He was starting to think about everything that happened after the breakup, how he could just look like he moved on so happily and you were still trying to move forward.

“Come on, let’s get home” Brian whispered, now with his arm around your waist to help you get in the passenger seat, he sat you down and placed your seatbelt in for you. Shutting the vehicle door and jogging to the driver’s side of the car.

Once he got in, he started the engine and took off. Brian thought he should’ve said goodbye to everyone since they did see the incident that happened in the living room and what some people saw passing by the ex couple on the sidewalk, but it didn’t matter to him as he kept driving.

Now inside your apartment, Brian shut the door behind him as you decided to go ahead and head your way to your room. You didn’t feel like changing into pajamas so you just decided to plop on your bed with your daisy dukes shorts, and your long sleeve t-shirt.

Laying your head on the pillow and closing your eyes, you started to drift off into slumber until you heard Brian’s footsteps. Using your elbows to sit yourself up, and turning around to see Brian leaning against the doorframe.

“I thought you would be gone” you mumbled, Brian shook his head. “I was actually gonna crash on the couch for the night” Brian responded with a head tilt signaling the living room.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought I was doing it for your protection, I swear” He rambled and sat next to you on the bed, you softly smiled. “And I miss you, Rome won’t let it go about me breaking up with you”

“I promise, I was doing it for your protection when it came to the shit in Miami. I couldn’t let anyone know about you when I ran away” Brian continued, grabbing your hand, making your fingers intertwined with each other.

“But I promise you, I’m going to make it up to you” Brian said as you two were staring in each other’s eyes, he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the lips then pressed his lips on your forehead for a little while as that was a way to show his love.

“I love you”

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Dear John | Unsayable Things

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

I banged this out in an hour or two, past midnight, deep in my feels, half chatting with my baby @stylespresleyhearted who put in the initial request for this series and who is now owed a few choice lines herein. If you wanna stew in the pain of Friday’s episode- this is the angst fest for you. With a tiny bit of hope at the end. Tiny. But it’s there.

Summary: months after one drunken letter of horny (and gentlemanly) admiration was sent off by one John Egan to Miss Lana Tierney of Hollywood fame, a written rapport has formed between them, based on a refreshing freedom to be perfectly frank and even trivial in their letters -a tone set by his inarguably appaling initial correspondence. But until today, he’s never dared make use of the number she gave him to dial when he needs to say unspeakable things.

Warnings: angsty as hell? morose and possibly suicidal thought processes? it’s Egan after THAT phone call so, I imagine you can envision that it’s not exactly a stable mentality portrayed here-in.

Masterlist

Date: October 1943

The hotel lobby is as chilled as an ice box with those front doors constantly revolving, letting in gusts of autumn air that’s suddenly turned harsher than he recalled when he stepped out into the daylight this morning. His ride back to East Anglia won’t be here for another two hours and no amount of charm or haggling can get him the petrol to make the journey on his own. It’s a carpool sort of life now, every man, woman and child in Britain knows that but every minute he stays in the great metropolis feels like a betrayal to those boys who just got-

-he will get back in time.

He vowed it, he arranged it, now all there’s left to do is wait until it can be enacted. John was never good at waiting but now all the activities and pastimes he’d once relied upon to fill a slow hour seem intolerable. Imbibe any more booz and he’ll be unfit to fly, seeing the sites could get him more sights than he’d like, polite conversation makes him want to scream in the face of the next passer by that he’s lost something precious today -don’t they know? -and it would be just his luck today of all days to get answered by someone who did know, some parent with a dead child, pulverized to bits while he fucked his demons out.

So John keeps his mouth shut in a stern line and stares venomously ahead at the charming little Renoir hung in the lounge. No one has troubled him yet and by the spooked face of the desk clerk who offered him a menu, he dares to think he won’t be in future.

He is sick to death of it all, of the death itself and the brave faces and the lack of bravery he suddenly feels now and the necessity of it all. He hardly recognizes the hollowed out sinner he’s become with a head full of too many griefs to even formulate a prayer.

He was close to catatonic, eyeball deep in his self abhorrence, when he realized he was spinning round the little lacquered card she had enclosed three letters ago.

“If you ever need to say those unsayables, here’s a private line. Don’t call it if you don’t want me to answer, only you, my mama and my hair stylist have it. Xoxo, Jeanie.” 💋

The unsayable would be to call one of the most successful, desirable and busy women in the world only to admit John Egan has run outta words. But with the mounting desire to do something stupidly productive, and without the kind fist of a friend to dissuade him -he knew walking in front of busses wouldn’t get him any closer to Thorpe Abbots- a starlet’s withering rejection just might do the trick. Just might hurt enough to slice through the fog. His fingers were sweating as he spun the rotary, thumbnail tracing the underside of her extension.

God knows it would be unlikely to get through even the first connection, much less get overseas, much less find her at her home. What time of day was it back there anyway? And this entire conversation would get bugged to hell, he’d have to be careful and this was a terrible idea to start with and-

“Hello you,” the airiest voice he’s ever heard warbles over the static, teasing and warm, “I’ll admit it, that lilac did nothing for my color last night. You win, I’ve got the front page of the Whisper to confirm, please, don’t rub it in.”

John stares out of his little alcove in the lounge with watery eyes, mouthing a silent -what the fuck- to himself before recalling the obvious: only her mother, her hairstylist and him. With this line, Jeanie -or should he call her Lana on the phone?- didn’t expect a stranger. This was an anticipated call and he about hangs up in mortification at not being what she expected.

But then, the hollow idea of one and a half hours of waiting for the ride catches up and John recalls that he had in fact phoned in order to be humiliated and he was a rare sort of chump to take so poorly to a plan gone off to so dazzling a start.

“Can’t imagine a shade that wouldn’t suit you.” he finds himself saying smoothly, the flirtation on autopilot.

He can hear an audible gasp on the other end of the line and a breathy sputter and what might be sheets rustling, or perhaps it’s a dress or paper or-

“JOHNNY?” she all but squeals and he winces at the blare of the receiver in his ear, the flinching crinkle of his blue eyes not without some pleased merriment at her unabashed excitement. “This you? Finally you used it, you silly old thing! Oh gosh, oh gosh say something again, your voice is divine! Oh, I can’t believe I’m finally talking to you. I thought you were my mother! Oh say something! You’re there, aren’t you? Johnny?”

She sounds so pleased he finds his eyes smarting and suddenly this feels like the worst idea in the world. He needed her to be harsh, to fit with every other disillusionment that’s rained down on him this past month, instead he’s met with -care. His stomach roils and not even the mean suspicion that she’s putting on an act can make it calm. “Well, I’m finally somewhere I don’t have to share a line with the whole group.”

“Where’s that, Johnny?” She sounds as eager as if he’s got a lot of options.

“London.”

“Oh!” There’s a waiver to her voice, he’s not sure why, but either way she sounds unsure if she should be merry or sober. “Business or pleasure?” she inquires levelly and it’s got all the sultry teasing he’s read into her scrawled writing hundreds of times, John finds himself flushing despite the morose sentiment that comes up right behind it.

“That, well, uh, that uh“ he picks at the sleek paint on the phone base and questions whether he’s going to use precious time on the phone with the hottest dame on planet earth to throw a pity party, “-I think the intention was a rehabilitation for the nerves. Ironically the guy who suggested it is now toast.”

“Oh John.” she sounds wounded and he bites his lip in savage pleasure at hearing what he wishes he could feel. “Was it -was it someone close?”

“A couple hundred, more like.” he sulks, his jaw ticking so hard he might break a molar if he keeps on. “But yeah. Yeah today was-“ he tries to think of the censors and that makes him laugh at the thought of all their previous filthy correspondence making it through but some slip of the tongue about a dead friend could land them in the hot spot, his following laugh is snotty and he could gag at himself for it.

“Johnny, darling man, are you-“ she shifts course and he holds his breath, depending on her for something, he doesn’t even what, “-does this happen to have something to do with our duet’s harshest critic?”

He smiles at her cleverness, she’s not a complete airhead then. And she recalls Buck. Of course she does, she hasn’t stopped sending him kisses via Egan’s letters even though she didn’t recall meeting either, not even when John had sent back photographs of the both of them to jog it. The flow of correspondence hadn't stalled despite this strike out and neither had the morale boosting glamor shots of certain of her assets which John kept locked in the false bottom of his footlocker and one small one folded in in the hollowed heel of his boot.

_“keeping it handy for the emergency tug off?” Gale had scorned him but Egan liked having her with him._

“Yeah, Shirley Temple- he’s been uh, he’s been traded, ya see.” Egan manages the metaphor once more and winces at the truth it hides.

He hears Je-Lana?-Jeanie?- suck in a breath on the other end. “Gosh. John. Any sign of, of-“ she begins to stammer, “of chut-“

-chutes, she’s going to say. John coughs loudly into the reviver and her voice trails off in recognition of his warning. “This was a mistake.” he decides, “I just -you can see why- I just thought I’d like to hear a-a-a voice, a-“

“A friend!” she replies eagerly, “I’m here, I’m here don’t go, not yet, not unless you have to, Major. Are you waiting? You’ll be wanting to get back, no? Or will you be staying on? In London?”

“I’m not staying.”

“Of course.” she whispers, “I’m so terribly, terribly sorry.”

His grip on the receiver has turned white. “No,” he decides, “I’m the one who’s sorry. Bringing this up, never even talked to you before and I go and make it this the call. Pretty girl like you doesn’t need this.”

“I told you to call.” she reminds him gently, “And Johnny, I’m ever so happy to hear your voice, I’ve imagined it a million times rereading your letters and looking at your photographs. I can concede that my imagination failed.”

“You reread them?” he is amused.

“Yes. Don’t you reread mine?”

“Mhmm you bet.”

“Gosh your voice gives me shivers.” she whispers into the phone and he feels an odd rising of the hair on the back of his neck. “Are you having to beat the London women off with a baseball bat?”

“I just let ‘em swarm.” he admits and she makes a noise of intrigue, “I was with a widow last night.” He blurts. “Polish. We watched the bombs from my hotel room.”

“How relaxing.” Without missing a beat Jeanie’s soft tease comes through, “Did the one balance the other for the nerves?”

“I’m dehydrated and hungover.”

“And grieving.” she adds.

That’s an unsayable. “I just needed to talk to someone.” he decides.

“Did she not speak English?”

He’s gone this far, he might as well be honest. “She didn’t know Buck.”

“Mm.” She makes a mournful noise of assent.

“I-I’m tryin’ not to do something stupid Jeanie,” he hates how his voice shakes but to her, it sounds more like rage than fear, “and I thought if I could hear your voice I’d -id get some peace. And wait for my ride without bustin’ up the Carleton.”

“Yes, I forbid you to bust up the Carleton without me, Major.” she warns and his pulse leaps at the simple direction, it’s a joke of course but it lodges heavy and wanted in his chest. “Promise me, Johnny, one day we’ll cause a great scandal there, you and I?”

“Miss Tierney,” he bites at his lip, “it’s a kindness for me not to make promises. To girls -to anybody.” She’s got to know that, she’s just being nice. “Especially not to special little ladies with nice long futures ahead of them.”

“It’s Turner, actually, Miss Turner if you’re going to be so formal.” She corrects, not a single part of her name Hollywood hasn’t meddled with. “But you must know, it’s far too late for that John. I miss you like mad.”

“We haven’t even met.” he reasons.

“What, and you don’t miss me?”

He curses under his breath fondly and shrugs. “I adore you.”

There’s a beat of silence in which he thinks he may have blown it by being so gushing but in fact, Jeanie finds herself milking her throat to dislodge the lump of painful glee settling there.

“Then you do whatever you have to, Bucky Egan,” she commands him, imperious but fervent, “you punch and get punched and drink as much as you need and bed as many girls as it takes and go after Buck-“

“-hold up, how’d you kn-“

“-but you come home. It’s much too late to tell me not to get my hopes up. You’re all I dream about anymore. There’s got to be some future for us, there’s got to be, Johnny, I’m not asking you to promise I’m asking you to try. Do what you’re good at.”

The pause is long and heavy and Bucky thinks he hears her sniffling on the other end. Unmoored by the unprecedented honesty he’s receiving and the juxtaposition of being someone’s risky bet for happiness when just this morning he’d come to resign himself to letting go what could only ever be a passing night's comfort- “Hell of a business.” he finds himself repeating.

“But you’re the best at it.” she retorts, “So stay the best.”

Everything certain, everything he thought was a given got blown to hell with Gale’s plane today. “Used to tell him if everybody else went down it’d be just him and me. I believed that.” He mumbles into the phone, turning to tuck his neck into the device like it’s the soft crook of her neck, “Now to be the best- that’s just me, and charred Europe under me and no one else in sight. That’s what you’re asking? ‘Cause that’s how this ends.”

The sun is shining bright and brutal in California, a cheery morning to mock her cocktail hangover and now she thinks it’s to hurt him as well, everything is so far removed an ocean away. Such bleakness is hard to even fathom for her, but the man she’s come to know, to love even, on paper is hoarsely spilling his guts to her over the phone and she’s not sure what one says to such a prediction. Her agent hovers in the doorway, the angry swats of her hand not sufficient to deter him from fretting with the press conference approaching. “So what, this is a suicide note?” she winces as soon as she says it but honesty has always been their currency.

“No.” he replies at long last and her shoulders sag. “I thought- i just wanted to hear your voice once before I go up again, Jeanie.”

“And I’m glad you called.” she swears, “And now I’ll have a voice to go with all the wicked things you do in my dreams.”

“Oh fu- Jeanie that’s unfair.” He balks and she grins at the little victory.

“Alls fair in love and war, Major.” She reminds, “Now tell me, do you want to tell me about him? Buck-“

“No, fuck no!” he hisses, angry at himself, “I wanted to talk to you to forget. I wanted to hear your voice.” He repeats it like an idiot.

“Then tell me,” she soothes, unphased by his outburst, “what would you like to hear in my voice, Major? The latest score? Perhaps the front page of the Times? They brought it in with my toast. Or some dirty line from one of your letters? I’ve got them here under one of Salinger’s books. They’re safe from the fiancé there, he’s a complete ignoramus with a phobia for learning.”

Bucky chuckles at her unabashed derision for her hotel scion intended and grins at the idea of her sleeping so near to his scrawled professions of lo- obsession at the very least.

Love is another unsayable.

“Just -tell me about your day, sweetheart?“ he begs, hoarse with the need to teleport elsewhere for the remaining forty minutes of his wait.

“If you’re sure.” she sounds only mildly skeptical, “It’s been very loungey, rather frilly.”

“Perfect.” he sighs, closing his eyes.

“Well, it’s actually morning here so I haven’t been up to much,” she begins and he feels guilty for just dialing away, damn the timezones, “I’ve not even dressed.”

“What color are you wearing?” he begs before he even realizes it.

“White.”

Hey sucks his teeth and nods approvingly. “White what?”

“A silk top and- no! Go away Herbert, for the last time!” Some interruption seems to occur on her end as a man’s voice comes through in snatches and Jeanie’s raised one drifts through the hand she’s cupped over the receiver, “Herbert, for the love of God, I am talking to one of the men protecting our country, the reporters can wait!”

Jeanie’s snappy loyalty soothes some raw edge he’s felt since watching *her* leave this morning without more than a kiss. “Reporters, huh?” he sympathizes, fully ready to give her an out.

“You’d think they’d have enough to report, there’s a war on.” she seethes and he has to smile again, “Anway, where were we? Oh, my pajama shorts.”

“White.”

“Yes Johnny, white.”

“Send me a picture?”

“Awfully demanding for a man who hasn’t even promised me he’ll try to live and see them in person.”

John puffs out a laugh at being snared so easily. “Alright, I’ll try.”

“Promise?” Her voice sounds so small.

“I promise.” He’s dazed by the shift, how did he end up being the one begged by Miss Hollywood herself? Perhaps he’s still drunker than he thought.

“It’s all any of us can do, Johnny,” she says, “but we’ve gotta try. You got your pinky up?”

“What?”

“For your oath- pinky swear.”

“You're not even here.” he laughs.

“I’ve got mine crooked, come on Major, meet me halfway.”

And so John Egan finds himself sporting a watery, helpless grin as he lifts his finger into thin air and crooks it around her imaginary little digit. Her sigh sounds as if she can feel it a ocean away. Perhaps he’s gone fully looney in the way he thinks he can, too.

He doubts she’ll appreciate his choices in the next few weeks, maybe even doubt his intention to keep his oath, but what matters is he’s going to try. Even if it’s an angry, furious, blind sort of determination, it keeps him firmly out of the London bus lane until Hobbs and his transport arrive and then it’s goodbye Jean Turner, hello again Thorpe Abbots.

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close to home | chapter fifty five

plot: the reader and her group go into the city

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,670 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

You were up before Daryl the following day. The clock on the nightstand read 3:51AM, and it would go off in nine minutes. You’d have plenty of time to get to the meeting point at dawn. You’d see many of your friends today, some of whom you hadn’t seen in a while. Despite getting up so early, you were looking forward to it.

Daryl was sleeping next to you, snoring away per usual. You moved from across the bed so you were against his arm, feeling his bare skin against yours. His skin was smooth as you laid your palm against his chest and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. Then another one, and another one after that.

He started stirring, and you smiled as he said, “Crazy girl.”

“Morning, handsome,” You said.

He sighed deeply and looked at you, but you couldn’t see him in the dark room. “Ya kept me up too late.”

You rolled your eyes and shuffled to get out of bed, wincing at the discomfort between your legs. “I’m sure that’s exactly what happened. You gotta hurry up, old man. The group won’t wait for grandpa to catch up.”

***

Most of the group was already at the meeting point when you and Daryl turned up. As soon as he stopped the bike, you were jumping off to hug your friends. Michonne and Maggie were first on your greeting list, then Jesus, Aaron, Tara, and everyone else. There were a few people you recognized from Hilltop but none that you’d spent much time with.

“We’re still waiting on the Kingdom; they’ll be here in a few,” Michonne told you.

Rick called your name and nodded his head before walking away, so you knew to follow him.

“You know, I’ll have to talk to Michonne about you.” You said as you walked up to him. “Me and her are both dating such old men.”

He gave you a look but smiled anyway. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, you? Judith?”

“Both good. How’s the Sanctuary? Anything I need to know about?”

You shook your head and crossed your arms. “Not really. Harvest isn’t that great, but we managed to make a decent amount of fuel, I guess. Most of the saviors are compliant. Some love what’s changed. I don’t know…”

“It can work,” He said.

You glanced back at the group and saw how well everyone got together. Oceanside, Hilltop, and Alexandria. Then you looked at Rick. “I don’t know. But I’m hopeful, Rick.” You lied.

He smiled at you, wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and guided you towards the group. About half a mile up the road, you saw the Kingdom coming in. “I know you are. That’s why I put you in charge of overseeing the communities.”

“That’s why? I thought it was because you were sick of my jokes.” You smiled.

Rick snorted as he shook his head. “Maybe that, too. And don’t think I didn’t notice that ring on your finger.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and touched your fingers to the ring on your left hand. “Yeah…”

Rick paused and looked at you. “I’m happy for you. I’m happy seeing you happy.” Then he gave you a big hug. “Congratulations. I’ll have to tease Daryl a bit, but I’m sure you understand.”

You laughed loudly as the hug ended. “He has a matching one, so go crazy.”

Rick shook his head as if to say this is too easy, and the two of you walked back to where the group was. The Kingdom had now joined you, and you smiled at Carol.

“Daryl, hey man, what’s that on your hand? Is that a ring or something?” Rick asked, sending you a wink.

And, of course, that caught everyone’s attention, and within a second, Jesus pointed out yours, and then there was a mix of laughing, cheering, and congratulations going around. Maggie gave you the tightest hug, and you covered your blushing cheeks with your hands.

When you met Daryl’s eye across the group, where both Aaron and Rick were still messing with him, you saw how red his cheeks were. But you also saw how happy he looked, making you smile.

***

Washington, D.C., was a ghost town; even the walkers were scarce. You assumed, for the most part, they’d migrated out of the dead city. They were probably all the damn herds you were having to dodge. The museum was quick to find, and two watch groups were set up on the streets while another group was sent into the building.

You walked alongside Carol and Ezekiel, whom you hadn’t seen in over a month. They filled you in on Henry and the rest of the community, and you promised you’d visit soon. You loved being at the Kingdom. Next to wherever Daryl was, the Kingdom was your second favorite place. And Ezekiel accepted you like a little sister, and you loved to mess around with Jerry.

Inside, the museum was a disgusting mess, and you walked around with a grimace on your face. Before the shit hit the fan, you would’ve loved to see the museum in its glory. But now, it was just a reminder of how ugly the world could be.

“You all have your lists,” Rick said as you all walked into a rotunda. You looked up at all the hanging banners. “Circle back here when you’re done. Be safe.”

Your group consisted of yourself and Daryl, Maggie, Carol, Ezekiel, Michonne, and Cyndie. The group was hesitant when you all came to a glass floor with about a dozen walkers underneath, but you’d all seen worse, so you crossed over it and headed up the stairs to the level you needed to get to.

After getting to the level, the group split into two, and you went off with Maggie, Carol, and Michonne. It felt nice with just the four of you--you wouldn’t deny it. You’d been through hell and back together, and after being spread apart for so long, it was lovely.

Maggie filled you all in on Hilltop's official election, and you weren’t surprised she’d beat Gregory. It would've been to her if you were there to cast your vote.

“Meanwhile, I live with a king,” Carol lightly joked, and the four of you laughed. “But I wanna know when Miss (Y/N) and Daryl exchanged those rings?”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you squeezed the handle of your machete--which you hadn’t realized you missed so much until Daryl got it back. “Last night, if you must know.” You held out your hand so they could all see the ring you knew they wanted to see. “It’s nothing crazy, he made it actually.”

“Made it?” Michonne asked you. “Out of what?”

“A broken part to the motorcycle I crashed,” You laughed. “But it’s perfect.”

Maggie wrapped her arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head. “It is. I’m happy for you, (Y/N).”

“I’m happy pookie finally settled down, especially with someone as crazy as him,” Carol joked, “Though we all knew the two of you would end up together. Even back at the prison.”

“You guys did not,” You said.

Michonne shook her head, “We did. We all did.”

“You guys suck, you know that? What, ya’ll would’ve put money on it if you could?”

“Of course not,” Maggie said dramatically, and you rolled your eyes.

“Let’s just find what we came for, shall we?”

***

The wagon creaked loudly as it dropped down another step, and you swore under your breath at the weight that your body was trying to keep up. The rope around your waist dug into your sides, and your hands stung from holding on so tight. Being on marble stairs didn’t help in your worn-down boots.

You were between Daryl and Carol, trying to help keep your side of the wagon steady. You could hear Rick directing it, and you were almost there. Rick took the lead when the glass floor came into play, and slowly, you got the wagon onto the ground. You could hear the glass shifting under the wagon's weight, and if it went down, you’d all be dragged with it.

But ever so slowly, it crossed the glass flooring. While Daryl and Rick took care of the canoe, you and Carol went to carefully grab the metal plow. You glanced back at Enid and Anne, who had the rope steady around the column.

You groaned as you lifted it and felt the rope tugging around your waist. You glanced at Carol, who was straining against the weight. You’d only taken a few steps onto the glass when the cracking quickened, and you heard Rick screaming to run.

The floor seemed to shift under your weight as you looked down for half a second, realizing it was about to break.

“Go!” You yelled to Carol, shoving the plow further into her grasp so the weight of it would bring her forward.

The glass broke from underneath you, and you screamed as you went down. The rope caught you at the waist but your body tilted head first towards the approaching walkers, and then you rocked back and forth until you were parallel with the floor.

“Daryl!” You screamed, grabbing onto the rope and trying to pull yourself up.

You could hear yelling from above you, but the walkers were too loud for you to pick out any voice in particular. Daryl was the only one you could pick out, and he was screaming at everyone to keep the rope steady.

Carol appeared in the open hole, and you could see the dread in her face. “Hold on (Y/N)!” She yelled.

“No, I think I’ll just let go!” You yelled up, lifting your legs to avoid the walkers grabbing them. You could feel their fingers just barely gliding against your back and legs. “Hurry up!”

A blanket was thrown over the edge of the glass, and then finally, there was Daryl. He was lying flat against the glass and had both arms outstretched towards you.

“Grab my hands, darlin’,” He said. You could see the worry in his eyes, which only made you worry more.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes; you’d have to let go of the rope to grab his hands, and if you missed, you’d fall the distance you’d managed to keep yourself up, and the walkers would grab you.

“(Y/N), grab my hands!” Daryl yelled. “(Y/N), now!”

With one quick breath, you pulled yourself up the rope enough to reach up and grab his hands. Your legs flung downwards, and a walker grabbed your ankle, but you kicked it away and raised your legs as high as possible.

But you didn’t need to worry about it for too long. Daryl pulled you up quickly and dragged your ass out of the hole.

You were breathing heavily as he helped you stand and get off the glass, and you pressed your hands against your knees as you tried to steady your breath.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Rick asked you, setting his hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, giving him a thumbs up as you breathed. Your abdomen was on fire after holding yourself up like that. You felt a hand on your back and looked up at your cousin. She gave you a nod, and you could visibly see the relief on her face.

When you stood up and looked for Daryl, he was right behind you. You gave him a nod and pulled his hand away from his mouth. “Don’t chew on your nails,” You reminded him.

He snorted and grabbed you, pulling you into a hug. You closed your eyes as you felt his hand cradle your head and his lips pressed firmly against the top. “I’m okay,” You reminded him. But you knew he could feel your shaking hands.

Rick had everyone moving after that. You still had to get the wagon out of the damn museum and into the street. Luckily for you, didn’t involve a glass floor, and it was a quicker process.

You helped Siddiq and Rick load up the wagon, and once everything was settled, you joined Daryl on his bike.

“You okay?” He asked you as you tied a handkerchief around your neck.

You nodded and leaned forward, giving him a kiss. “I’m fine, old man.” You sat down and smiled at him, pulling your handkerchief up so half your face was blocked off.

Daryl looked at you for another moment before doing his own and then started to drive.

***

Your head rested on the back of Daryl’s shoulder as he drove, with your arms wrapped around his waist. Your hands were under his shirt, pressed against his bare skin--which you knew he loved when you did, though he would always complain.

The bike roaring started to die down, and you lifted your head to see Rosita approaching you on her ATV. She stopped next to the two of you to inform you about the merging herds and a bridge having been removed. You groaned when you heard the news.

After doubling back to let Rick and the group know, you continued on your way to the bridge, which was a devastation in itself. So Rick decided that whoever wanted to would return to Alexandria, while the rest would take route D to Hilltop and the Sanctuary.

So that was what you did until the wagon got stuck in the mud. At that point, you wanted to cry, frustrated, and you knew everyone was probably feeling the same way.

Before long, you were pulling on more ropes trying to get the wagon out. That was when walkers showed up, and with one final pull, it came free.

“Let’s get out of here,” Rick said. You grabbed some of the gear that was on the floor and helped him toss it into the back of the wagon. You heard Rick call your name, and when you looked up, you saw there were even more walkers, with a decent amount getting closer and closer.

You grabbed your machete and followed Daryl and Michonne, taking down a few walkers. You grunted as you pulled out the knife of the last one, and when you felt a hand on your arm, you spun around with it raised but dropped it when it was just Daryl.

“I’m gonna stab you one of these days if you keep doing that,” You warned him as he pulled you away from the dozen or so walkers.

“Yeah, yeah,” You heard him mutter.

“We gotta go, now! Leave the wagon!” Rick yelled.

Daryl pushed you in front of him as you both started to run to catch up, but when Ken doubled back to free the horses, none of you were close enough to get to him before he was bit and then kicked in the chest by the horse.

“Fuck,” You muttered, pulling out your machete.

You, Daryl, Ezekiel, Carol, and a few others headed towards the small herd while Siddiq and Maggie went to work on helping Ken.

You and Daryl worked as a team to bring down each walker; he helped you when one got close, and you returned the favor. Eventually, they were dead on the ground, and so was Ken. So you loaded up what remained of the supplies, wrapped his body, and headed home.

***

You were exhausted when you got back to the Sanctuary. It was after sunset, and you could see lights from burning candles inside. The generators were off with no fuel, which was a newer development.

“Ya wincin’,” Daryl said as he watched you get off the bike.

“It’s been a long day.” You said after lowering your handkerchief. You moved into him and wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head ontop of his. “I hope Maggie’s okay.”

“She’s tough.”

You kissed the top of his head and moved away so he could get off the bike. Everyone who hadn’t gone to Hilltop showed up and dismounted their horses. One of the saviors who worked with the horses took them, and you all headed inside the building.

Someone called out that it was Rick Grimes, the man who ended the war. It nearly made you laugh because, to you, he was just Rick. He was your friend, a brother more-like. An annoying asshole, brother. But you loved him; he’d done much to get that title.

Eugene approached you and Daryl and filled you in on what was happening, to which Daryl listened intently, but you just nodded. You felt the burning sensation of someone staring at you, and when you turned, there was Justin. He winked, and you scowled, taking a step closer to Daryl.

Which, of course, he immediately picked up on. Daryl stared at Justin for a few seconds before Michonne called him over, and he tugged you along with him.

You sighed loudly when you saw more writing on the wall. As Daryl and Michonne conversed, you still felt Justin watching you. You grabbed Daryl’s hand and intertwined your fingers.

After Daryl yelled at Justin to clean up the paint, which you knew had more to do with him staring at you than the paint itself, you offered to show Michonne where she would be staying the night--which she gladly accepted.

Upstairs, you felt like you could breathe again.

“I have some food in my room, I’m starving. You and Rick could stay there, Carol and Ezekiel will take the next room over.” You explained as you pointed to the room across from yours.

Inside, Michonne made herself comfortable on the recliner while you made peanut butter sandwiches; you sent two aside for Daryl. Alexandria’s bread was one of your favorite things in the world.

“Is this where you stayed when…?” Her voice trailed off.

You nodded and gave her one of the sandwiches. “Yes. The other wives, the ones who stayed, they kept their rooms too.”

It was quiet while the two of you ate, and you made a second sandwich for the both of you. Once finished, Michonne stretched back in the recliner and sighed dramatically, which made you chuckle.

“I’m really happy for you. You and Daryl make sense.” Michonne told you as you changed into sleeping clothes. “It’s crazy to think of where we were when we found them. Back at the prison.”

“I was by myself with just Tora,” Your heart ached as you thought about your cat and how long it’d been since you’d seen her. “You were with Andrea and then by yourself, too. Even after all the shit we’ve been through, I’m happy I ended up here. I don’t think I would’ve made it on my own.”

“You would’ve. You’re strong.” Michonne told you.

You laid back on your bed. “I wanna come home to Alexandria. Or even Hilltop or the Kingdom.”

“I’ve tried talking to Rick about it. He wants to bring you and Daryl home. He just doesn’t know who else could do this…”

You nodded as you sighed. “I know. Daryl’s doing a good job, a great job.”

“He has your help. Don’t forget that, (Y/).”

***

You’d fallen asleep a few hours later, waiting for Daryl. When he finally showed up, you woke from the noises and whined at the interruption of your sleep. He mumbled something to which you didn’t hear, but by the time he was in bed next to you, you were mostly awake.

“Come here,” You whispered to him, lifting your arm so he could rest his head against your upper chest. His arm draped around your middle and you brought your hand up to rub the back of his head. “Where were you?”

“With Rick, then Carol,” He said. You felt his hand dip into your shirt, and then his calloused fingers lightly rub your skin. “Carol’s gonna take over here for a lil’ while. Let me and ya take a break.”

“What?” You brought your hand to his bare back to trace your fingernails along the skin, which immediately caused goosebumps to rise.

“We goin’ to Hilltop tomorro’.”

You nodded at the news as relief filled you. Even if it was just for a little while, that was amazing. It would be like a vacation.

“Spoke to Rick ‘bout Justin. Says we can handle it the way we see fit.” Daryl said, and you nodded again. “Fuckin’ hate that motha fucka.”

You laughed and brought your other hand to his bicep. “Me too.”

The two of you sat in silence after that. You rubbed his back and arm, trying to soothe him. You’d thought he’d fallen asleep when he whispered, “I thought ya was gonna die today.”

You swallowed and pressed a kiss on the top of his head. “I didn’t. I’m here.”

His hand squeezed your waist, and he pulled you closer to his body. “Was so terrified to look down at ya, thought I’d see ya bein’ torn ‘part.”

“I’m okay, honey, I promise.” You squeezed his arm.

He sighed and nodded. “I hate ya goin’ out there, but I know ya need to. Wish ya didn’ have to.”

“Maybe I’ll just tell Rick to fuck off then.” You teased, and finally heard him chuckle. “Don’t worry about what happened today. I’m okay. You’re okay. And that’s that, okay?”

Daryl lifted his head and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I love ya.”

“I love you, too. Now go to bed, we got a long day tomorrow too.”

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☾ intro to jupiter nightshade (ft. the commentary by yours truly)

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Jupiter Nightshade.

How do you even begin to describe her?

Jupiter was everyone’s dreams and everyone’s nightmare.

You love Jupiter, you hate her, you admire her, you’re terrified of her, you want to be her, you want to be with her.

Some people even say that she’s a real daughter of the sky — others even dared say she is the God Jupiter of the sky.

But those were just rumors, probably.

Hard not to believe those when the woman looked like she belongs in a museum of fine art. Models envy her, they kiss the ground she walks on and thank whatever higher power that she decided to join the world of motorsports. She would render them all jobless if modelling was her actual career rather than it being an occasional obligation.

The gods really took their time with her. Dark, jet-black hair cascades down her back — she never really keeps it long, she had to wear layers a lot and she was not a fan of the itch and heat restrictions it gave her so she always opted for a short messy haircut. Her skin glowed olive, under the sun, it often looked like she was made of part-gold. But, oh, dio mio!—as she would say—her eyes, her eyes; they’re the magnet to all that is deserving, they’re blessed to those lucky enough to have been even looked upon with those eyes. Both a piercing shade of emerald green—only, here’s the twist, the drop of uniqueness to it; her left eye was split into two between the striking green and a soft brown.

Call it dramatic but what I say doesn’t stray far from the truth.

That was her looks. I can’t even begin to describe the talent, the spirit she possesses.

“THAT’S P1, KID! P1 ON YOUR FIRST RACE!” her engineer yelled in her radio, his words coming out of his mouth along with breaths of disbelief.

The racer hadn’t even heard a word he said, she was far too busy taking in the glory of the shock coming from the stands. There were occasional boos of course, but of course that doesn’t begin to beat the cheers coming for her. The rookie.

She was on a high, one she has never felt before. Not even when she was named F2 champion or any other race she’s won before. Formula One was a new kind of glory for her and boy she was already hungry for more.

That hunger? Never went away for the rest of her rookie season. Jupiter Nightshade was a mad woman and that made everyone (all the good ones anyway) fall in love with her.

God, she could never be full of the glory. Every moment she managed to get more it only makes her even hungrier for more.

“JUPITER NIGHTSHADE YOU ARE A GOD!” the energetic yells of her team principal boomed through her radio, almost making her flinch.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” she said smugly.

Ugh, what a smug little shit.

I still think she’s cool or whatever.

Think what you want to think about Jupiter Nightshade but everyone can always agree that she’s full of surprises.

Really, she didn’t know where it came from. One second she was kissing her winning trophy while perched up on the second and third driver’s shoulders, the next; champagne was everywhere and she was in the air — mouthful of champagne, (she’s young, she’s free, and most importantly, she was a winner. She thought.) she sprayed the liquid that was already in her mouth to the P2 holder, completely surprising them—not that they’re mad or anything about it, they were just taken by surprise by it and let it happen. Then she turned to the lucky three with a smirk on her face; the man was quick to try and duck away but she was faster than that (on-track, off-track, there isn’t much difference between her), spraying right into his face.

And, really, that was how it started.

It was… an interesting, but hot nonetheless—according to the Twitter sapphics anyway. (They’re right.)

But being one of the greatest always came with its negatives — worse when you’re a woman.

She was the world champion.

She was a rookie driver in a Renault with a world champion.

And yet… they are boo-ing her.

On the internet, anyway.

Which makes it even better. If they’re not brave enough (or, rich enough to even attend a Grand Prix) to say it to her face, what real value do their words even have?

But for now, she can only accept her first domination under the building lightning storm in the sky.

And hence, born was her first nickname—and I’m not talking about the world driver’s champion—no; from then on, the daughter of the sky was born.

What a scam! — 2019 spat out, Jupiter was called the rookie with immense beginners luck.

Cunt. She thought.

The media that once ridiculed her then acted as if they never doubted her a day in their life was once again turning their back on them.

Typical, she thought. Fame-hungry-worthless-losers with no sense of wording in their body whatsoever.

When asked about it, her answer was simple; the only answer she had given to the world that retched year:

“The car is finally realizing who’s driving it and just couldn’t keep up.”

Renault was angry.

How. Dare. She.

They gave her an F1 car for the first time in her career, they catered her to a championship in it, and this is how she repays them?

At that, she rolls her eyes, “What, like I’m wrong?”

You make a car that accommodates a champion’s needs, you get a champion.

Nightshade is not for the weak.

So when she made her move to Red Bull in 2020 many was not surprised — ‘it’s been a long time coming.’ (I know right, why didn’t she do it sooner?) — ‘of course, she did.’ (the fuck you mean by that?) — ‘oh, great, more overconfident Red Bull drivers, just what we need.’ (damn, right it’s what we need.) — and my personal favorite: ‘was she not already in Red Bull?’ (oh they wished they had hired her sooner.)

By the time her third WDC came around, people have already treated her like an evil dictator taking over Formula One.

The internet (and, Netflix too probably) have successfully painted over her spirit turning her into this soul-sucking, dream-stealing, non-caring of others’ well-being person.

Everyone was suddenly far too busy looking for her faults; everyone.

Did they care that she’s a woman dominating in a male-dominated sport? Not anymore (they miss having their favorite white man win.)

Did they even bother caring about who she was doing this for? (No, why should they? She’s not of any relevance.)

Did they even bother opening their eyes to the fact that Jupiter Nightshade is a good person.

To look past her brash personality, interesting habits, and behavior and just see her for what she stands for, to what she is proving; that how the media—the world treats her gender unfairly when the opposite can do the exact same thing (hell, sometimes even worse) and not be bashed as much as she was getting.

They can say what they want about her but she’ll be the one hearing “You are the world champion!” in her ears at the end of the season.

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Love You Through It (Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader)

[Part Three of the Agents of Chaos series]

Maverick went and changed his mind after he nearly lost you for good, but a new and devastating loss has sent him spiraling.

Warnings: Probably incorrect medical procedures, but I'm not a nurse or a doctor so idk. Canon character death, feelings of loss & an extremely sad Maverick.

This is sort of a soft filler chapter before the angst.

I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much.

Love,

Mav

You kept the note folded in the palm of your hand, your fingers gently closed over it. A nurse had come in to check on you and brought a little plastic cup and water to keep your flower in. Now it was on your little tray table, and you couldn't stop looking at it and thinking of Maverick, holding you close to his chest while you slept. You can't really recall a time when you've slept better.

Most of you was completely ready for this. He'd opened up to you, told you how he felt, and said that he wanted to make this work between you. That should have been the end of it. So why did you feel like the other shoe was going to drop, like everything would end before it really began?

A knock on your door broke you out of your quickly spiraling thoughts, and you looked up to see Agent hanging out in the doorway of your room. He was smiling, holding flowers, and a little balloon with "Get Well Soon" written on it in fancy script. "Hey. I figured you could use a little company."

You sit up immediately, wincing as the movement pulls at your stitches. The doctor had said your wound wasn't too bad and that the stitches could probably come out in another three days or so. You had insisted on being released so you could be with your team during the mission, and he'd let you know that you could be released the next morning. "Yeah, that'd be great."

He steps further into your room, setting the flowers down on your side table and letting the balloon rest against the ceiling. "How are you feeling, Chaos?" He settled into the chair by your bedside, his hands folded in his lap while his deep brown eyes studied you with worry. "You look like you've been through the ringer."

"Gee, thanks." You answered dryly, getting a smirk from him. "I'm okay. Just a little sore, but apparently I'm healing up fine. I'll be out of here by tomorrow. I can rejoin you guys for the last few days before the mission." You pause then, looking him over. You can see a cut on his lower lip and a bruise on his cheek. "How about you, honey? Are you okay?"

"Leave it to you to worry about me while being laid up in a hospital bed." He leans against your bed, his chin resting in one of his hands. "I'm fine. A little traumatized, but no major wounds. Just a little shaken up. Our plane is obviously disintergrated, so I've been grounded for awhile. Not that I want to fly anyway, not without you."

Your heart melted a little at that. Josh has been your best friend since your time at the Naval Academy, and he's been your WSO practically your entire career. There was an unbreakable bond between you. "I'm sorry, J. If I had just seen the birds quicker, we wouldn't be in this mess." Of course you blamed yourself; you were the pilot. He put your life in his hands each time you went up, and this time, something horrible had happened.

"Oh, shut it." He swatted at your hand, grabbing it and squeezing it soothingly. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this, okay? It was just a freak accident; it happens. It's not like you went out of your way to hit them." Well, he had a point. "Besides, you gave me a few days of bed rest and a break from the tension between Mav and Rooster."

You smiled, but didn't say much to that. You still didn't know the reason behind the tension between them. You weren't sure if Maverick would talk to you about it if you were to ask. "Yeah. You know he's been here every night since the accident? I slept on his chest last night."

You watched as Agent's jaw dropped. "He's been here every night? Baby girl, I knew he felt something for you. Are you going to...?"You didn't get to hear the end of that sentence.

Suddenly, you got a flash of Maverick's emotions. It hit you so fast that you nearly doubled over, and you were only faintly aware of Josh asking you what was happening. The pain your soulmate was currently feeling was overwhelming, and you could feel a deep sense of loss. Something bad had happened, and you scrambled to grab your cell phone off the bedside table.

After calling him three times, he finally answered. "Hey."

"Mav? Baby, are you alright?" His breathing was uneven, and it sounded like he was on the edge of a panic attack. "Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Is someone on the team hurt? I felt what you were feeling, and-"

"Ice is gone." He finally got the words out, and it sounded like he almost couldn't believe what he was saying. "He was sick for a long time; no one else knew. He went to take a nap, and Sarah found him. He was... he was already gone."

You knew that Admiral Kazansky had been a close friend of Maverick's since they first met in Top Gun back in 1986. You'd never had the pleasure of meeting the man yourself, but you'd heard through the grapevine that he was a good man. No-nonsense, sure, but also kind and fair. His loss would be felt far and wide by those who knew him. "I'll be right there."

Several hours later, you were marching out of the hospital with Agent tailing you. He'd tried to get you to stay put, but you had checked yourself out of the hospital with the promise that you would come back for a checkup. Right now, your only concern was getting to wherever Maverick was.

"You're the most stubborn little thing on God's green earth, you know that? Lord, help Maverick." He was grumbling, but he opened the door for you anyway and ushered you into his passenger-side seat. "I'll drive you to his place."

You were anxious the entire way back to base housing, and you practically launched yourself out of the truck when it came to a stop in Maverick's driveway. "Thanks! Love you!" You shouted over your shoulder to your best friend, but you kept heading to the door.

It swung open before you could knock, and you slipped inside.

He'd been waiting up for you. Or he couldn't sleep—probably a little of both. His face was red, tears staining his handsome face. His soft, dark hair was a complete mess, like he'd just spent hours running his hands through it. He was a mess, and understandably so. There was nothing you could do to fix this pain, but you could do your best to comfort him as best you knew how.

"Have you eaten?" His eyes were unfocused, but you knew he'd heard and understood you when he shook his head in the negative. "Okay. I know you may not feel like eating, but I'm going to make dinner. After that, I'm thinking a shower and bed."

He doesn't say much; he just lets you guide him around his house. He sits at the dining room table, watching you move around his kitchen as you use the ingredients you have to make him something to eat. He should be beyond thrilled that you're here, making him food, but the truth was, he couldn't feel much of anything right now.

You decided on making pasta with red sauce; it was the best comfort food you could think of. While the noodles boiled away on the stove, you walked over to the table and took the chair next to Maverick. His gaze is unfocused again, and you can't help but wonder what's going on inside his head. "Hey, Mav?"

The touch of your hand on his shoulder makes him tense up for a moment; it's like he didn't realize it was you at first. Slowly, he relaxes again and turns his head so he can see your face. "Hm?"

You brush your fingers gently through his hair, pushing soft strands of it back off of his forehead. "I'm sorry. I know he was one of your best friends. I wish more than anything that you didn't have to feel like this." Your touch seems to help a little, he's leaning into it. "And I know it's hard, but we'll get you through this."

He doesn't say anything for a minute. Just lets you touch him, play with his hair and talk to him. "I'm glad you're here," He finally says aloud, "Yeah, he was. One of my best friends, I mean. He was there for me, throughout the years, after I lost Goose."

You knew the story, about how Bradley's father was Maverick's backseater and best friend, and how he'd died after a catastrophic engine failure and a problem with the canopy not releasing quick enough. The memory of Hangman telling the team that story while Bradley was in the room still haunted you. You knew that memory still haunted Maverick, and you knew he still blamed himself.

"I wish you could have met Ice." He continues, reaching out one shaking hand to take yours. His thick fingers threaded through yours. "He'd have loved you. You're a lot like I was back when I was in my twenties." You were choosing to take that as a compliment. "We had our differences, me and Ice, but we got close after we graduated Top Gun."

You listened as he told his story. He told you about how Ice supported him throughout the years, being his rock through all the hardships and his dearest friend during the good times. He was a little more animated now, talking about Ice's children and how they all referred to him as 'uncle Mav' and how he had been one of the groomsmen at Ice's wedding.

"I'm really gonna miss him." He whispers, his voice cracking slightly. He doesn’t push you away when his eyes start to fill with tears, but it’s a very near thing. He’s not used to someone being around like this—someone who wants to hold him and comfort him when he’s hurting. He can’t remember a time where he’s ever felt quite so... cared for. Loved. For a kid who grew up without his dad and a mom who wasted away until she left him, too, this was everything. You were everything.

He watched as you leaned in, pressing your lips to his temple in the sweetest little kiss. “I know, Mav,” you murmured against his feverish skin. “And you will, for a long time. But each day will get easier, and this burden will get a little easier to bear. Until then, just let me help you carry it, okay? This is what I’m here for. The good and the bad, yeah?”

He is the one to hold you now. It was almost unfair how physically strong he was, because the next thing you knew, he was tugging you into his lap and pressing you against his chest. Now he was holding onto you like you were his lifeline, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You let him hold you for a few minutes before you had to kiss the top of his head and pull away to go finish dinner.

He makes a disappointed sound, but he lets you go. You can feel his eyes on you as you move around his kitchen, and it makes a pleasant shiver roll down your spine. You're here with him, making him dinner and offering your comfort in a way only a partner can, and you couldn't help but feel like this was always where you were meant to be.

After dinner, he helps you clean up. He rinses the dishes while you stack them in the dishwasher. Neither of you say much, but the little brushes of his hands against yours make your stomach flutter.

When the dishes are done, you take one of his hands in your own and lead him down the hall. "Alright. Now that your belly is full, time for a nice hot shower, and then it's bedtime." You tell him, shooing him off toward his bathroom.

"Wait." Before you can escape, his hand has snagged your wrist and he's tugging you back into him. "Maybe you can sit with me while I shower? You don't have to look or anything; I just don't want to be alone with my thoughts right now." His face is unreadable, but his eyes... he can't hide what he's feeling.

"Okay." You agree, your hands resting lightly on his chest. "Whatever you need. Go on in and strip, then let me know when you're in the shower. I'll come and sit with you." The relief in his eyes is instant, and you wink at him as he pulls away.

A few moments after he entered the bathroom, he called out to you, and you let yourself in.

"Thanks for doing this." He tells you, and you settle on the floor by the door. "I really appreciate you being here."

You half wonder if you should shower, too. Your hair had to be a mess, and you felt gross from sitting in a hospital bed for several days and nights. "Of course, Mav. I know you'd do the same for me if the situation was reversed. I really care about you."

There's a split second of silence before he pops his head out of the curtain. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, and water drips from the curve of his nose. His chest is wet, and your mouth is dry. "I care about you, too." His gaze is as intense as it usually is, and you can't help the way you squirm.

"I know you do, Mav." You drop your eyes from that patch of wet skin, knowing that you're probably flushed from staring at him. "I think that's pretty evident, since you spent three nights by my side in the hospital."

"Speaking of..." He trails off for a minute, and then he sighs. "Get in."

"What?"

"In the shower, sweetheart." He gestures with a quick movement of his head. "It's been a few days since you've showered; I'm sure you're uncomfortable. There's plenty of room for the both of us. And I won't look, if that's what you're worried about."

You know you're safe with him; you're not worried about that. You are a little worried about yourself trying to catch a peek at him, but you make a decision to nod and stand up from your place on the bathroom floor.

Stripping out of the t-shirt and sweat shorts that Agent had brought to the hospital for you, you fold them neatly and set them on the counter. Then you take a deep breath and step inside the shower.

His smile is sweet and boyish, and, true to his word, his eyes stay on your face. He's in your space, and his hands touch your arms. For a moment, nothing exists but you and Maverick, together, warm and safe. "Here," You murmur after a moment, snagging a shampoo bottle from the ledge behind him. "Turn around."

He obliges, turning around in the spray, and you can't help it when your eyes scan over him. He's got a cute butt, and his shoulders and the dip of his spine makes your mouth water. Your hands are soft when they run through his dark hair, working your fingers in circles to lather up the soap.

The pleased groan he makes has your stomach swooping, and you grin. "You're like a cat, Mav. Just need food and a little love, huh?" You murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss to one shoulder. You catch the way he shivers at your touch.

"Seems like it." He answers, and he hasn't moved an inch since your hands settled in his hair. He's just in the moment, letting your touch chase away the feeling of grief, even for just a moment. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

That makes you smile, and when the water has washed away the last of the shampoo, he turns around and smiles down at you. Your fingers ghost over his jaw, and your eyes flicker from his down to his lips and back again. "I think all you really had to do was be yourself, Mav. That's all."

His gaze softens, and he leans in. Your breath catches in your throat, but you don't move as the space between you becomes nonexistent.

His lips are surprisingly soft. It's a stark contrast to his work worn hands, the ones currently cupping your face with such care that it makes your stomach once again erupt into butterflies. He keeps it light, soft, warm... like he doesn't want to push too far, take too much, and risk scaring you away.

The groan he makes when your teeth nip his lower lip makes the waiting worth while. And the way he licks into your mouth when you open up for him makes your knees so weak that you have to slip your arms around his neck to keep from falling.

He presses you against him, careful not to brush against your stitches. He lets it continue for a moment before he pulls his lips away from you. "As much as I'd like to continue this, one of us is physically injured, and the other is not all mentally there."

"I know, Mav. Just kisses are good enough for me." You brush a lock of wet hair off of his forehead and smile. "Now, help me wash my hair?"

Half an hour later, you're both clean and curled up in Maverick's bed. You're wearing one of his old Top Gun t-shirts and a clean pair of boxers, and he's wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He looks so good, and you marvel at the fact that this man is all yours.

Moving onto your side, you prop your head up in a hand and just watch him. He's staring at the ceiling, his eyes far away, but they refocus when he sees you move. "Hm?"

"Nothing." Your free hand comes to rest on his chest, fingertips brushing over the skin and soft hair you find there. "Just admiring, that's all. You're very handsome."

His larger hand settles over yours, and his blue eyes flicker over your face. At last, his beautiful smile over takes his face. "Oh yeah?" There's that mischievious personality you've come to know and love.

"Yeah." You lean in, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "I got lucky in the soulmate area, you're kinda hot, Mav."

"And you're beautiful." He answers, turning his head so he can get his lips on yours again. He tastes like his mint toothpaste, and he smells like him, all of it plus the warmth of his skin makes your head spin. Despite your best efforts, and his, you were in love with Pete Mitchell.

When he lets you go, you curl up with your head on his chest, just as you had last night. It's almost instinctual, seeking out his warmth. "Goodnight, Pete."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

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Who do you belong to?

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Summary; it has been a week since your obsession with Moon Knight started and Steven have had enough, it's time that he showed you and Marc who you really belong to.

Tags; established relationship, smut, 18+ content, swearing, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink and dry humping if you squint, doggy style, dacryphilia, a mix of mean and soft dom!Steven, jealous Steven is a menace and I love it, slutty y/n, exhibitionist, y/n discovering new kinks, a bit of angst and fluff, it's kinda toxic, I'm making Donna an official warning from now on

Word count; 5,1k

A/n; the smut scene is inspired by a wet dream of mine, what can I say? I'm a whore.

Also a special thank you for my beloved, @friendlyneighbourhood-parker for beta reading this! <3

Hope you guys enjoyed this!

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"So, I've searched the internet and look at what I found."

Steven sigh softly, forcing a smile to his lip as he watched you pulled out your phone and showed him the screen with a giddy smile, too excited to notice how his face was lanced with annoyance.

"This is him, moon knight!" you exclaimed excitedly, "I've finally found some pictures of him with a good quality."

You flipped your phone, looking at the picture of Moon Knight that was caught on one of the random streets of london.

"I wonder why didn't he joined the Avengers?"

You wondered out loud, that question has always been on your mind, the Avengers were the good guy, always saving people and now the planet left and right, why didn't moon knight joined them if he did the very same thing as them?

"Well," Steven started, picking up yet another item before turning his back to placed them on the shelf, "maybe, just maybe, he wanted to work alone? Free from all of those rules that binds him?" his tried to hard to act casual but there's just something about how excited you were about his alter that annoyed him.

Shrugging your shoulders at his answer, you swiped your screen showing yet another picture of Marc in his suit. "Look at this one though!"

Steven looked back at you, secretly rolling his eyes when you weren't paying attention, what's so special of Marc's suit anyway? His was so much better.

"You think so Steven?" his alter's face suddenly appeared behind you, smirking smugly as he stared at your excited face, humming slightly. "she didn't seem to agree. No?"

Steven threw him a glare, flickering his gaze towards you, slightly frowning when he saw your smiling face that was the evident that you do think that Marc's suit is cool, but that's just because he's a hero, right? You've also never seen his full suit.

He blinked, the realization finally hits him. That's right, you've never seen him in action before! That's why you're so hooked on Marc's suit.

Smirking lightly at his alter when the thought pass his mind, you didn't know that Steven is also a superhero, he's sure that you'll think his suit is cooler than Marc's if you knew.

"Oh?" his alter's voice snapped him out of his trance, "and how would you tell her?" he continued, smirking down at him as he took a step closer. "by telling her you're also moon knight?" he teased and let out a fake gasp while covering his smirking lips. "Oh, I'm sorry. I mean Mr. Knight."

Steven clenched his fist, seeing his reaction only made the smirk on Marc's face grew wider, he knew he didn't have to be such an asshole towards his alter but he's just so pissed off by the fact that he couldn't have you.

He didn't want to admit it but deep down he knew that he's jealous of Steven. His life, his personality and most importantly his lover, you.

What could he do except teased Steven? It all started as a joke when you were telling Steven, who is your boyfriend about the night you've had with him, you were smiling so brightly and the light in your eyes gave him a reason to love his role as Khonshu's fist of vengeance.

It didn't stopped there, no, he really thought this 'phase' of your fan girling would maybe lasted three days max so he didn't really put any mind to it, but you kept on going and it has been a week since that day.

He felt the hope slowly rooted inside his heart, budding like a seed that has slowly taking it's roots and bloomed into something much more stronger than he could ever imagined.

How could it not? Imagine a week full of your constant excitement, when everytime his alias left your lips, he felt the goosebumps on his skin, sometimes he imagined how his name would rolled on your pretty tongue.

Marc was never a selfish man, but now that you've come to the picture, he really thought he had changed.

He had always wondered how would you reacted if you knew who he is, if you knew about his and Steven's condition and he couldn't help but let his mind wondered further.

Would he have a chance with you if you knew? Are you open to the idea of having two boyfriends? You would, wouldn't you? after all, he is your hero.

Steven suddenly stood up, startling not only Marc but also you.

"Steven? What's wrong?" you questioned your boyfriend, your voice was lanced with worry when you saw how deep he had furrowed his eyebrows, not at you but behind you.

You bit your lip. Suddenly the thought of his manager passed your mind. Fuck, Is Donna there?

You looked back, finding that nobody is there, not even a tourist in sight.

Furrowing your eyebrows before looking back at your boyfriend who's already staring down at you. He still didn't answer your question, that's not like him at all.

Steven is someone who always, you mean always put you up first before anything and this isn't like him to just ignore your question. Sure you've seen him out of character way even before you've even dated, is this one of those moments? Or are you overreacting?

"Baby, what's-" Steven didn't even let you finished your sentence. He stood up, turning his back before walking away, leaving you with your mouth still opened.

Now you're sure that you're not overreacting, he's definitely ignoring you. Oh no, what did you do? Did you made some sort of mistake? Did you offended him? The negative thoughts keep piling inside your mind the longer he kept his mouth shut.

You gulped, gluing your eyes to his broad back, you saw that he went to the back and opened a door. Is that a secret door? How come the Egypt section have so much interesting stuff going on, why is your section so boring?

He looked back at you, his frown never leaving his face. He gestured his head to the side as if to tell you to come inside making you shifted your eyes to your surroundings, scanning for anyone that is near, you didn't know but you felt like nobody should see you walked inside there.

"Come here." he said- no, that was an order. You gulped once again, nodding your head before standing up on your feet and hurriedly walked towards him, eyes never leaving his chocolate colored one as you stepped inside the small room.

You looked around, there wasn't really anything there, just some old and out of date items that were either broken or dirty, there's also an old wooden wardrobe inside with a very dirty mirror.

The room was very small and it had a lone table in the middle of it with a bulb that flickered once in a while, it's not that bright either.

Too busy with your observations, you didn't even realized that Steven had already closed the door, looking intensely at your backside before he swiftly locked the wooden door behind him with a loud 'click' sound. That's when you realized your situation.

"Steven, what's going on?" you turned your body to his direction, nervously laughing, you unconsciously took a step back when he strode closer to you.

You didn't know why you're intimidated by him, he's your boyfriend, your sweet sweet Steven he couldn't harm you, right?

Your back hit the side of the table and you gripped them hard in response, gulping down as his larger figure loomed over yours. Has he always been this big? How could you have not realized this before?

He shook his head, gently leaning closer making your breath hitched in your throat, you uncounciously leaned backwards, trying to maintain the distance between you. This is making you more nervous, why is he so quiet?

"Do you really like Moon Knight that much?" he finally asked, you let out a breath that you didn't knew you're holding, all the nervousness washed away with a single sentence from him.

You opened your mouth and let out a weak laugh, "did you really pulled me to the side because you're jealous?" shaking your head to the side at his behavior. You finally took a step closer, the feeling of nervousness that has reside in your chest washing away and was replaced with a warm feeling instead, you brought your hand to the sides of his face, "hm?" tilting your head with a big smile plastered on your face, "That's really cute."

He gripped both of your hand that rested on his cheeks, nodding his head with an even deeper frown.

"Right, I'm jealous." he admitted, chocolate eyes never leaving yours when he said that, "you're mine, aren't you?"

"You already know the answer."

"Then why are you always talking about some guy with a suit?"

Once the words left his mouth, he mentally cringed at his own behavior. He lowered his head, he decided to look at your shoe instead of your face. He's embarrassed, how could he said that to your face? That was really childish of him. Now, you'll think he's some man-baby that needed attention. No, what if you suddenly left him because of it?!

You saw the look on his face, you knew that look, he always had that look when his mind started to wondered away into the dark little corner inside his brain.

You Don't want that, you lifted his face so that he could meet your eyes, you softly smiled at him. "Steven, you know that you own me, right?"

Slowly he looked up, boring his eyes into yours and you saw it, the doubt that clouded his beautiful chocolate eyes that you adore so much.

"Do I?" he asked after a second of hesitation, his voice was barely above whispers. He gulped, letting out a breath as he repeated the question, louder this time, "Do I truly own you just like you said?"

You hurriedly answer him, "Of course." not even wasting a second. You leaned closer, rubbing the skin on his cheek as you let your eyes wondered down to his lips for a moment before drifting back to his eyes.

"Nothing, I mean nothing, could change that fact." you smiled brightly at him, he couldn't even stop the words that escaped his lips afterwards.

"Then prove it to me," he demanded, leaning closer to you, "right here," he looked down at your lips as he continued his sentence. "right now." you gulped, "can you do that?" unconsciously biting your bottom lip while he bit his own.

You wasted no time and pulled him closer, in a hurry to taste the lips of your sweet lover. There's just something different about Steven today. The way he kissed you was different, it wasn't slow and sensual like he usually does but rough and passionate instead, as if he's trying to proof a point and to be honest, you loved the new pace that he set.

You were moaning through the kiss, a surprised gasp escaped your lips once he suddenly grasped both of your hips, squeezing them softly, humming lowly he gave another lick into the kiss and pulled away.

You whined when he did that, opening your eyes, you stared at his lips as you desperately chases after them.

He lowly chuckled and lifted you up easily as if you weight nothing, placing you on the lone little table in the middle of the small room, he put his hand between your thighs, "open." he whispered beside your ears, his hot breath was fanning your skin, making the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, but when you didn't do it fast enough he gripped both of your thighs and pried them open himself, gesturing his head forward to let you know he wanted you to lay down flat on the table.

You couldn't say or do anything, not that you wanted too, Steven has never been this mesmerizing and demanding before and you felt like you were hypnotized by this change of him, so you obeyed him without any question asked.

"Aren't you a good girl?" he taunted, lifting your skirts up slowly, letting his fingertips teased your skin, you could felt the goosebumps when he did that.

He gently pulled your panties down, eyes never left yours in an intense eye contact, you unconsciously nodded, agreeing to his words earlier.

"I want you to be quiet, can you do that for me?" his voice sounded calm but at the same time very demanding. Before you could answer him, his hand was already spreading your pussy open, chuckling as you let out a surprised gasp when he put one of his thick fingers in.

If he wanted he could ruin you with just one of his finger and he knew that. You were trying your best to stay calm and quiet, but how could you when the only thing that you could felt and heard was the way that his fingers were deliciously pumping in and out of you as your pussy let out the most embarrassingly wet sound that you've ever heard in your life.

"Steven-" you accidentally let out a loud moan, making him shook his head with a disappointed expression painted his gorgeous face.

"Shush now, we don't want the people outside to," he put another finger in, fastening his pace as the smirk on his face widened when you bit the back of your hand to muffled the moan. "hear anything."

You eagerly nodded, gulping the saliva that polled on the back of your throat. He purposely pushed his fingers deeper inside and leaned down, eyes boring deep into your already stained with tears one.

He looked down to your parted and bruised lips, feeling his own dried up by the sight, opening your legs wider, he stood between them, gripping your inner thigh hard as he leaned down to meet your lips in the middle.

He shallowed your moans while tightening the grip on your inner thighs again, you're sure it'll leave a mark but you couldn't careless, not with the way his fingers fucked into you making your head spins and the thought of him is the only thing that is in your muddled brain right now.

His half hooded eyes only stared and focused on your full on desperate expression, eagerly watching every twitch of changes your face made.

he pulled away far enough to speak, "You close, love?" he teasingly murmured, brushing his lips against yours with every word, cocking one of his eyebrows at you. You let out a quiet "yes" that followed with a moan right after.

Suddenly there's a voice behind the locked door, halting his movement all together. He looked back while you bit the back of your hand, mentally cursing whoever that's behind that old wooden door.

Your mind was racing with thousands of scenarios and the rapid heartbeat in your chest didn't help either.

Who's that? Is that Donna? Please, don't let it be that nosy Walmart Adele.

"Stevie?" fuck, it really is Donna. It looked like the fun time is over, you groaned in annoyance, placing both of your elbows on the either sides of your body to support your upper body.

Suddenly Steven began to move his fingers again, slowly teasing your clit this time, you caught yourself hissing at the contact.

You threw a confused look at your boyfriend, he looked back and leaned towards you, brushing his lips with yours. "I need to taste you, love." he murmured, you tried to protest but he put his index finger on your lips in a shushing manner instead, "all you have to do is be a good girl, just as you were earlier." he picked up his pace, rubbing your clit faster.

"Steven, please-" you choked a sob, trying your hardest to maintained the voices from spilling out of your lips but the sound of your wet slick underneath was making you self conscious, it's so loud and sounded so lewd, what if Donna hears them?

"Stevie!" Donna's voice sirened loud in your ears, you gripped Steven's shoulders as he stared deep into yours not even flinching when he heard her voice calling his name.

"Are you my good girl, sweetheart?" your slowly nodded your head, does he not care about his manager outside? "then act like it." your breath hitched when the words left his lips, feeling your stomach stirs with lust, you gripped his shoulders harder, your hair falling down and covered your face.

Steven panicked slightly, how could he said that to you? It just spilled out of his lips without a thought, did that offended you? No, he didn't mean that.

"Love, I'm sorry, I didn't-" he brushed your hair aside, placing them behind your ears, finally catching the blush on your cheeks that you've tried to hide behind your locks.

He gulped, feeling something inside him stirs widely, biting his lower lip he tried his hardest to held himself back from ravaging you.

"Did you like that?" he questioned, tilting his head to see your expression better, "Do you like it when I'm mean to you, darling?" he repeated when you didn't answer him.

You stay silent, only opting to nodded your head without another word, shutting your mouth tightly as you felt the embarrassment seeping through, did you really just discovered a new kink right now?

"Look at me." your heart felt heavy with embarrassment, but you forced yourself to shifted your gaze to meet his.

"Say it."

"What?"

"Say that you like it."

You gulped, biting your lower lip softly before bracing yourself, "I-" you kept telling yourself that it's not like you to shy away but how could you not when the look Steven's giving you right now made you felt small and God he's just so hot that you felt even more nervous.

"I like it," you started, wetting your lip while his chocolate colored eyes followed your every move, "I like it when you're mean to me, Steven." he let out a low groan when you finally admitted it. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Lay down." you blinked your eyes in confusion, "I said," he lowered his voice but his voice was as demanding as before, "lay. down." it came out as a whisper but it was enough to make the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, nervously letting your eyes wondered on his face while he focused his gaze on your glistening cunt.

His breathing started to get heavy just by the sight of it, "such a pretty little cunt," he breathes, softly trailing his fingers down, barely gracing your clit before leaning his whole body down, using his fingers to spread you open so lewdly. "And it's all mine." he lowly growled, glancing upwards to the small glass on the old wardrobe behind you, meeting his alter's eyes with a slight glare where Marc was throwing his own glare st him.

Steven shifted his gaze when he felt the touch on his cheek, you were looking at him needily while biting your lip as you slowly lift your hips up to met his lips, he couldn't fight the smile on his face from forming.

He cooed at you, lifting one of your thighs and kissing the inner part of it before biting them hard, leaving his own teeth mark, you hissed in response while he continued to kiss his way down to the place that you so desperately needed him to be.

"Steven, baby, please." you begged him, all the shyness and nervousness was thrown out of the window and he finally gave you what you want, placing his tongue flat on your already dripping cunt, sucking your clit softly before he picked up his pace, sucking them like a thirsty man who had just been given water.

You uncounciously rutted your hips forward to meet his tongue, as if he isn't close enough to satisfy you.

You wanted more, you needed more of him. More, more, more.

Nothing else mattered, not where you are right now, not even Donna who you didn't even knew if she's still out there or not. None of that.

The only thing that mattered right now is the way that his tongue danced between your wet lower lips as he gripped and mounted both of your thighs that rested between his head.

"Baby, fuck." you breathe, gripping his hair hard and tugging them closer to you making him let out a low groan that send vibrations to your sensitive pussy.

You felt him lick lower, entering your hole with his tongue and moved them inside making you clenched around them immediately.

"G-god, keep doing that." you looked down, staring at his blissed out expression as he ravaged your pussy, he made it looked like your taste was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.

You furrowed your eyebrows, how can he be from a sweet boyfriend to a sex god in mere seconds? How could he eat pussy this good? It was hard to believe that he was a virgin until recently.

He gripped your thighs tighter, snapping you out of your trace, he shook his head to the side, letting his nose rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves all while he worked his tongue in and out of you, you rolled your eyes back, gripping his hair tighter in response.

He finally opened his eyes, chocolate colored one looking straight at your own while he worked his tongue wonders inside you, you let out a broken sob when he particularly pushed his nose hard to your clit.

"'m close, 'm close, baby!" you bit your bottom lip hard, trying your hardest to keep your voice down. Gripping his hair tighter making him let out yet another low groan that vibrates through his mouth to you and that does it.

You placed you palm in front of your mouth, rolling your eyes and hips towards his tongue as you creamed all over his mouth, riding your high as he let you set your own pace, sighing dreamily as he leapt all the juices that you've just let out, not even leaving a single drop.

You hissed, your pussy were becoming oversensitive and Steven was not helping with the way he's still hungrily devouring your pussy.

"Baby, baby, need you, need you so bad-" you groaned, repeating the words over and over again as you tried to pull him away from your cunt, he looked at you for a moment before licking your clit for the last time and stood up.

"You're so good, baby." you panted, opening your arms wide for him to indulge himself in your embrace, "So good for me," you whispered beside his ears, softly licking the soft spot on his ears as he groaned and rutted his hard clothed cock into you.

He's rutting into you heavily until you can almost feel every inch of his cock through the heavy fabric separating you both.

"Are you satisfied with just this, Steven?" you tempted, "we don't have much time left." once again licking his earlobe making him let out a soft moan, he abruptly held your hips, pulling away before he hurriedly unzipped his jeans and whipped his cock out.

It was already so hard, it even looked angry. The tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum, you followed the pre-cum down his length, down to his popping veins and you clenched your thighs at the sight of it.

You opened your legs wide, his gaze fell down as your fingers spread open your pussy lips and watched his cock twitched by the sight of it, he couldn't look away.

You smirked, it would be fun to tease him a little, right? Slowly you let your fingers dipped down, circling your clit as you breathlessly moaned his name, dipping your already wet fingers inside.

"This isn't enough, Steven." you whined, pumping your fingers in and out as your half lidded eyes stared at his lustful expression. "I need you, I need your cock in me."

Suddenly you felt him gripped your waist and turned you around, you didn't even had enough time to reacted except gasping in surprised when he plunged right into you without warning, you let out a strained groan and he did the same.

"Oh, oh, love." he gasped, feeling your walls tightened around him perfectly, as if it was molded to the shape of his cock. "You feel so good."

You only responded with a moan, but it was louder than expected so he quickly leaned down, laying his chest on your back and place his palm in front of your mouth.

"Shhh, don't be so loud." he whispered beside your ears, snapping into you with a hard pace, you gripped the table, fuck, why is he so hot?

He lowly chuckled, feeling your walls clenched around him. "We're discovering quiet a lot today, yeah?" he kissed your ear as he spoke, once he's sure you gets it, he let your mouth go and gripped the both of your waist and started to thrusted his hips forward.

"Steven, baby, baby, please!"

You groaned lowly, placing a hand in front of your mouth again, while one of your hand gripped the table harder as he mercilessly pound into you.

He gritted his teeth and threw his head back, gulping as he looked down and stared at the place where you were both connected, with his cock filling you up and how wet it was smeared with your juices.

It was such a lewd sight and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. "I know, love." he plunged into you particularly hard when he saw the way your body shook, he found the spot. "I know."

He looked up and caught the glimpse of his frowning alter. Oh? Steven raised an eyebrow at him, but Marc's gaze were solely focused on your blissed, drunken expression.

So, he wanted to watch? Fine, Steven would put up a special show just for his alter to see.

He lowered himself and put a hand on your clit, "that's it, love." he whispered, eyes still glued to the glass where his alter stood. "does this feel good?" he continued, circling your clit and pressing them with his fingertips.

You gasped, letting out a small breathless, "yes!" to him. "Nobody fucks this cunt like I do, yeah?" you nodded and closed your eyes, feeling the tears seeping right through your eyelids by how good he's fucking you right now. "Who's pussy is this?" he questioned, you tried so hard to hold the feeling on your stomach from snapping, you want to cum with him. "y-yours." you let out a chocked sobbed.

Marc furrowed his eyebrows at his alter's behavior, finally looking at his face before glaring daggers at him, Steven is doing this on purpose, Steven is showing him this because he wanted him to watch how Steven is owning you right in front of him.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You! Only you, Steven!"

That line was like a bullet that plunged right into his chest, leaving a bloody wound that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. Marc finally looked away, disappearing from the reflection of the glass and Steven couldn't feel his presence in the headspace either.

Steven smirked, he had won.

He looked away and kissed your ears, "let go, love." he said softly and just like that you snapped, he placed a hand on your nape, tilting your head to face him and kissed you hard, shallowing the scream that you're about to let out.

You let yourself go by the guide of his voice, he could felt himself getting closer too, he had been holding himself back and now that Marc's gone he don't think he could last long, not when your pussy was cleching around him so delicious, as if you're greedily milking everything that he had to offer.

With a few more sloppy thrust he came, pushing his hips deep into yours as he spilled all of his hot cum inside of you, "oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" moaning into your mouth.

Both of your breathing is heavy, you closed your eyes, feeling his hot and sweaty skin on yours as you tried to calm yourself from the high.

He looked at you, smiling lovingly before whispering a small, "I love you." You couldn't even fight the smile from forming, "I love you more, Steven." you whispered back, leaning in to kiss your lover again.

It started light and soft but Steven slowly started to move his hips again, pumping into you slowly while you moaned to the kiss.

Suddenly Donna's voice rang behind the old wooden door, snapping you both out of your blissed state.

"Stevie! Where in the bloody hell are you?!"

You and Steven stared at each other, placing your index finger in a shushing manner before giggling to each other not even caring on how sweaty and tired you guys are.

"This was fun," you said, "but we have to stop now." he nodded, forcing himself to pull out of you and helped you on your feet, placing you on top of the table while you get yourself comfortable.

"We should do it again sometimes,"

He laughed, shaking his head as he fixed his pants and shirt. "Should we?"

You raised your eyebrows teasingly at his response, pulling him by his waistband and tried to brushed the wrinkles away from his shirt. "Yeah, yeah. Now, where's my panties?"

You looked down but Steven had already picked the piece of underwear, tracing your skin softly he pried your thighs open again, looking deep into your eyes as he put on your panties for you, but not before using his fingers to pushed his cum inside.

"Don't let it dripped out," you gasped at his action, gripping his shoulders yet again. "people would get suspicious." He whispered before tidying your skirts for you.

"You cheeky bastard."

You playfully glared at him, while he smiled giddily in response, kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Your cheeky bastard, love."

You laughed, wrapping your hands around his neck and pecked his lips.

"That's right, mine."

You and him giggled into the kiss when you heard Donna's voice once again complaining from your spot.

"We really should get going."

He said that but he's still pecking your lips repeatedly, "Steven," you whined at him, he sniffled a laugh, "Alright, alright."

You threw a playfull glare at him and tried to stand but you almost fell because you can't feel your legs. Steven of course caught you before you fell down, looking down at you worriedly, did he tire you out?

"Steven?"

"Yes love?"

"I don't think I could walk."

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we stick together

date: late october 2018

warning/s: mentions of when hannah iced everyone out

notes from cia: a little junghan fluff :3 a bunch of hannah content for 2018 is coming up to catch up to yoonmi in the timeline so everyone will be aligned! that means seri timeline posts like this soon, too!

gif is from pinterest, not mine! dialogue in italics is spoken in english

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hannah gets jungwoo to have dinner with and talk to her

“How are you keeping up, Kitsune.”

“I’m pretty good, Yuta-san.”

Their tired comments towards each other were barely audible with the music reverberating throughout the practice room and eleven pairs of footsteps synching with the music. The tension was high, and the whole 127 was using the last bit of energy to do well before practice was passed over to the dreamies, who all happened to be cheering them on.

By the time the music ended, Hannah looked behind her to see Yuta on the ground huffing. Not to say that she wasn’t huffing either, but the victory was in the fact that she was still standing. The cheers of the dreamies filled the room while the 127 members caught their breath. She walked over to pull Yuta from the ground.

“You win this round.” It looked like he was going to put her in a headlock, making her flinch slightly, but he decided to fix her hair instead. “How do you have so much energy?”

“I’m young and fresh,” she flipped her hair at him, making him laugh.

Jungwoo, who watched from beside them, laughed. “I don’t understand what this whole competition is.”

“Just seeing who’s the weaker one,” Hannah smiled at him while poking Yuta’s side. “Clearly, oppa, you’re doing better than Mister Anime Character over here.”

“I have to keep up with you guys somehow, right?”

Jungwoo’s statement may have sailed over the other members’ heads, but it stuck with her. How could it not when that was the same exact thing she was thinking merely a few months earlier?

It was a darker place for her back then. She had pulled away from the members and almost literally worked herself to death just trying to “keep up” with everyone else. Because of that, Haechan and Jaemin had made it a point to sleepover in her and Mark’s dorm ever since then.

She’d think that after all that, everyone would have caught on to those kinds of statements after that whole fiasco, but apparently not. Then again, everyone was exhausted, and Jungwoo had said it so quietly that she wasn’t sure if even Yuta heard it despite him being right behind her.

“8 Dream, your turn!” Their dance teacher’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, along with Jaemin who was already next to her and placing an electrolyte drink in her hand. “Let’s just go over your formations again so the three can rest.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we have a fifteen-minute break?” Haechan asked hopefully, adding a bit of aegyo to his voice. He huffed when the choreographer gave them a look. “I know, I know. Tight schedule.”

“Let’s go,” she placed her drink down and got up, “because the sooner we start, the sooner we can finish.”

And the sooner she could talk to Jungwoo.

“I’m calling it,” Taeyong advised everyone as soon as he checked his phone, “we’re more than thirty minutes past our agreed ending time. Everyone wash up, eat, and get some rest. Haeeunie, Mark?”

The two who were fixing their bags next to each other both looked at their leader in attention upon being called.

“Yes, hyung?” Mark answered.

“Are you sleeping in the 127 dorms tonight?”

They exchanged looks before turning back to Taeyong. “Not tonight, hyung.”

“The kid’s just too shy to stay with us,” Johnny patted Hannah’s cheek, “which is why she knocks and waits for us to answer before going in. You know the passcode, princess. You can just go in, we know you aren’t some crazy person.”

She froze just the slightest bit at the mention of crazy people, but she laughed it off. “I don’t want to walk in and find any of you naked. Thanks, anyway, oppa.”

She accepted the shirt Johnny had handed her and slipped off the one she was wearing, leaving her in her sports bra for a bit. She laughed as most of her new unit members looked away, still not used to her doing that. Meanwhile, she handed Taeyong a towel as soon as he walked over.

“You do have to wait for a bit for your slippers,” Taeyong began as he helped her wipe the sweat off her back. “Sorry, the ones we ordered for you haven’t arrived yet.”

His words surprised her. They ordered her slippers? Specifically for her? That was strange. The dreamies tended to just wear whatever slippers they had around or just walk barefooted or in socks since they kept the floor clean anyway. No one had a set pair of slippers. Besides, she didn’t even live in the 127 dorms, so she didn’t think they’d get her anything for it.

“Stop giving that look,” Taeyong squished her cheeks into a forced smile, which she instinctively backed away from, making him laugh. “We ordered you a bunch of stuff for the dorm if you ever want to sleep over here during promotions. We know you Lee siblings just live in the building on the other street, but it might be easier for you, you know? My room’s always open for you.”

“Thanks, leader-nim,” she smiled at him before slipping Johnny’s shirt on and tying her hair up in a bun, “but we’re going back to our dorm. Hyuck, too. We have rehearsals in the morning before the Dream Show.”

“We won’t make a ruckus in the morning for you guys this way,” Mark added.

Taeyong looked at them worriedly, “Okay, babies. The three of you make sure to get proper rest okay? Kihyun hyung is my spy, so I will know if you don’t.”

She laughed at him as Haechan moved to stand beside her, taking her bag and throwing an arm around her and Mark’s shoulders, “I’ve got these babies, hyung.”

“You, too,” Taeyong lightly thumped Haechan’s forehead before walking away to check on the rest of the members.

Hannah simply laughed while Haechan gave a loud dramatic reaction to their leader’s actions. With one glance around the room, her eyes fell on the newest addition to the unit. She slipped from under her twin’s arm, leaving him for Mark to handle while she refilled her water bottle.

Jungwoo was already there, quietly filling up a small paper cup with his name written on it, uncharacteristically quiet. Jungwoo had been training with 127 for a while, learning the old choreographies alongside her, but this was his first time training with the exact same knowledge and experience with a song as the rest of the group. It must have felt as strange for him as it did for her when she first learned Cherry Bomb with the group despite not being in the actual comeback, and Touch as well.

“You know,” she smiled up at him while squatting to fill her bottle up after he retracted his cup, “I’d suggest bringing a water bottle to training. A big one.”

“What?” Jungwoo looked at Hannah in surprise as if he was broken out of his thoughts.

She just shrugged and gestured to the rest of the members around the practice room, “Unlike with the Boss unit, these oppas tend to take shorter breaks at longer intervals. You don’t get to drink or breathe as much when you spend time walking here, filling a cup, and all that.”

Jungwoo simply looked at her, as if trying to look into her thoughts. She simply got up and tilted her head at him.

“Oppa,” she called out, “do you want to have dinner with me? We can go to that small restaurant in the street behind the company?”

“That sounds nice,” Jungwoo nodded. “I’d like that.”

Hannah gave a satisfied smile as she walked over to Haechan, taking her wallet out of her bag that now hung on his shoulder. He gave her a curious look.

“Haeeun-ah,” his tone was serious, eyes narrowing slightly, “It’s almost eleven. Where are you going with your wallet?”

“Just the restaurant behind the building,” she told him. “Jungwoo oppa and I are just going to have dinner together and have a little 127 newbies time.”

Haechan’s eyes softened. She had told him before how she had wanted to be able to talk to Jungwoo about them both joining 127 at almost the same time, thinking it was a way for them to get even closer and for them to be reassured they had a companion. Haechan had encouraged this, but their busy schedule had kept her from finding the time so far.

However, it was late at night, and a few of the previous threats Haechan had read made him hesitant to let Hannah out without him by her side at this time. Hannah, knowing him inside-out, already knew how he felt.

“Jungwoo oppa and I will be together the whole time,” she reassured him, “and it’s just to the restaurant and home. We’re only three months apart, Hyuck. You don’t have to treat me like a baby.”

“You know I worry,” Haechan kissed the side of her head. “And I trust hyung. Just be back by 12:30. Mark hyung and I will wait for you at the 127 dorm so we can walk back together. Neither of you are walking alone at night. Oh, and bring me back some of the kimchi fried rice from there, I’d like that for breakfast.”

She just nodded at him, lightly shoving him away with a chuckle before heading to Jungwoo and holding out her hand for him to take. He smiled at her, taking her hand and looking around before quickly pulling her out the door. She laughed and jogged after him, shaking her head at Doyoung’s accusatory voice of her never wanting to hold his hand.

Laughter filled the small space as Hannah and Jungwoo exchanged stories of their time as trainees. The food in front of them disappeared quick as their hunger and exhaustion caught up to them, so they were left sitting and exchanging stories while waiting for the takeout Hannah had gotten for Mark and Haechan.

“It’s crazy, you know,” she told Jungwoo as their previous story wrapped up, “the day I met you, that was the day they told me I’d be in 127.”

Jungwoo met her eyes with a pleasant smile, gently pinching her cheek, “Now we’re both here.”

She instinctively swatted his hand away, making him chuckle. She filled their cups with water as she started speaking again. “I remember first training with the oppas and thinking I needed to do so much to catch up with them. You didn’t hear this from me, but I was maybe just a little bit scared.”

“They had your back, though,” Jungwoo noted.

“Yeah,” Hannah smiled to herself, “they helped me whenever I asked or when I looked confused about something, but still. I only ever spoke to Johnny oppa, Taeyong oppa, and Doyoung oppa out of the other 127 members. I trained with the girls before I trained with Dream.”

“Was it weird?”

“A little bit. I feel a little guilty to debut before the others, but most of them didn’t really like me, anyway. Being added into 127 with the oppas? Definitely weird. I had to take some time to learn the unit’s culture when together and how it differs from Dream.”

Jungwoo nodded in understanding. Training with other trainees was one thing. Training with the Boss unit was different. Training with 127 was another set of unwritten rules he had to figure out as well.

He pulled jokes and was friendly with the members, but he mostly stayed quiet during actual training in order to catch wind of how things work and to focus on being on par with the members to not burden them.

“It feels a little like I have to earn my spot in the unit,” she admitted.

The older boy looked at her in surprise. “You feel that, too?”

She shrugged, “127 achieved a lot in the past two years since debut. I felt like the odd one out for a while. Thus the whole icing-everyone-out situation a few months ago.”

“Right,” he nodded, “we were all worried. You were never the odd one out.”

“Neither are you,” she smiled at him, “I want you to know that. You deserve to be in NCT as much as any of us, and in 127, too.”

Jungwoo snorted before looking down at their table. “That’s why you wanted to get dinner with me, huh?”

“We 127 newbies have to stick together, don’t we?” She poked his head to get his attention. “I’ve got your back. We can gang up on everyone else. It’s you and me, oppa.”

He laughed, nodding at her. “It’s you and me, Hannah. I guess it’s nice to have someone who I can go through this with.”

“I think so, too.”

Before they could continue their conversation, the restaurant owner came, placing the takeout on the table and greeting them goodnight. Having already paid earlier, the two kids left the store with a grateful bow.

Hannah quietly watched a more relaxed Jungwoo chatter as they walked back to the dorm. She didn’t know if she could do it, but she’d try her damn best to make sure he didn’t feel the way she felt all those months ago.

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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter length - 2,060 words A/N - Ya'll thought I forgot about this, huh? I didn't lolol. I was in the process of writing this and then I had other WIPs going as well lol. I should have another chapter coming up soon.

I'm still wondering my series chapters are shorter lolol.

Chapter 006 - Teasing

"So Y/N..." Johnny muttered one day as you met up for breakfast with him, Renjun and Yangyang in the apartment's cafeteria. Mark declined on breakfast, saying that he was too busy with this new project that he was working on. "Mark?"

"Uh huh..." You nodded, looking down at your breakfast. "What about him?"

"Are you dating Mark?" Renjun asked curiously. "Have you-"

"We're just going on dates." You shook your head. "And no, we have not fucked yet."

"Why not?" Yangyang gasped. "You guys seem like a perfect match!"

"Uh…I don't know." You shrugged. "Maybe I'm afraid to lose myself in him."

"Do you really think you could fall in love with Mark?" Johnny asked cautiously.

"No, not at all." You scoffed. "Just taking things slow."

"Wait, wait…" Yangyang interrupted you. "Hold on. Slow? How do you define 'slow'? One date every week?"

"Well, actually..." You chuckled lightly. "Two dates per week."

"Come on Y/N!" Renjun sighed, waving his hand. "This is ridiculous. Two dates a week? Seriously?"

"Shut up Renjun." You rolled your eyes. "Anyway, it's only been a few weeks. I mean, that's nothing considering how long I've been single."

"And yet you're happy?" Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

"Yup. Happy as a clam." You replied.

Yangyang looked over at Renjun who was nodding his head in agreement.

"I see." Renjun said slowly. "Then I hope that this doesn't change between you and Mark. Ever since you decided on Mark, the three of us has decided its probably better to be friends and help cheer you and Mark on."

The other men clearly complained that you were playing favorites when you told them that you and Mark would be going on dates. Johnny had heaved a heavy sighed, running a hand through his hair before giving you a hug and saying that he wished you all the best since Mark definitely needed to get laid. Both Renjun and Yangyang, slightly disappointed that they were booted off the running list, was cheering you on. You had established a comradery with the three men, the three allying themselves to beat up Mark if he ever hurt you.

You doubt it would happen since Mark was the sweetest guy. But you were happy to have new friends like them.

"Thank you." You nodded gratefully. "We haven't known each other that long but you guys are great. I wish everyone were like you guys."

"Now enough about that." Johnny waved his hand. "How's your novel coming along? You getting any inspirations from your dates with Mark?"

"Err…yeah." You shook your head. "A lot actually."

"What kind of inspirations?" Yangyang asked curiously.

"Well…" You chewed on your lip nervously. "He makes me feel different."

"Different how?" Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

"Good different." You shrugged. "Everything feels different when I'm with him. Like everything else falls away and all I focus on is him."

"That sounds great." Johnny grinned widely. "Is he good in bed too?"

"Did you forget the part where I said we haven't fucked yet?" You rolled your eyes. Renjun and Yangyang burst out laughing while Johnny simply held up his hands in defense. "Mark’s playing hard to get."

"Look at the bright side, Y/N." Renjun chuckled. "Once you two fuck, everything is gonna become clear. Because right now you're lost."

"Thanks." You gave him a weak smile. "Now back to the subject at hand."

"Alrighty then." Yangyang smiled happily. "Well I suggest you continue writing. Write as much as you can whenever you can. Maybe Mark would give you more ideas on how to spice up your book."

"True." You nodded. "Thank you."

"Hey guys." Mark called out, startling you.

You jumped slightly, catching a glimpse of Mark holding two cups of coffee and a plate of waffles. He glanced at you with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry." He chuckled lightly. "Didn't mean to scare you. I actually had some time to get breakfast."

"No problem." You smiled warmly. "Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead." Mark took a seat next to you.

"Well…" You fidgeted with your fingers. "Since we’ve been going on these dates, my inspiration seems to be flowing in abundance. What do you think is causing it?"

"My charm." Mark shrugged casually.

You narrowed your eyes. "No way."

"Of course." Mark laughed. "I have plenty of charms that would bring forth ideas. You have been writing a lot lately. My charm has definitely played a part in that."

"I'm starting to notice." You nodded slowly.

"And then there's my voice." He continued. "The deep sexy tone that sends shivers down your spine."

"Okay." You mumbled.

"There's also my personality." He added. "The way I smile when I'm happy, the smirk on my lips when I'm in deep thought…"

"Just hurry up and fuck already, you two." Johnny chortled. "Your flirting is hurting my eyes."

"You jealous bro?" Mark teased. "Don't worry, your turn will come too."

"Hahaha." Johnny laughed. "Fuck you, Mark. Fuck you real hard."

"Ooh! Now that is the mark of true friendship." You chuckled.

"Oh, yeah." Mark suddenly clapped his hands together, causing everyone to look at him. "What are you doing tomorrow night? Writing or being a lazy fart?"

"Uhm…" You bit your lip. "Writing actually."

"Excellent!" Mark declared. "Come over to my place around eight o'clock. I'm sure I can come up with a few story ideas that will make your fingers bleed from writing so fast."

"Great." You nodded, raising an eyebrow. "So what kind of story ideas?"

"A sexy superhero tale of romance." He smiled wickedly. "You in a black leather catsuit with spiky armor?"

"You wish." You snorted. “Although that does sound pretty sexy…”

"Ha ha." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll be waiting for you then."

"Sounds great." You smiled.

"See ya then." Mark waved as he stood up, placing his cup of coffee and the plate of waffles on the table. "Bye Y/N."

"Bye Mark." You waved back.

“Y’all gonna fuck.” Johnny laughed from his seat once Mark was out of earshot. You nearly forgot he was there.

“Mmmhmmm.” Renjun agreed. “They’re going to fuck. Mark’s gonna fuck.”

“They won’t stay friends after this.” Yangyang predicted.

“Nope.” Johnny nodded his head. “Not after Mark fucks her. There’s nothing more for him than to stick his dick in her and send her back home so she can go back to writing porn.”

“Lord. Why am I friends with you guys?” You muttered, burying your face in your hands.

You groaned inwardly. For the past hour you sat in front of your laptop screen, trying to write but having absolutely zero luck whatsoever. The spark of inspiration was completely gone. The idea of having sex with Mark made your imagination run wild but once you tried to write down your thoughts into sentences, the words failed to flow. All you ended up with were meaningless nonsense. You kept re-reading your last paragraph, trying to see if there was anything wrong with it. But for the life of you, you couldn't understand why you couldn't write anything decent. This wasn't the first time you found yourself in this situation but it was becoming increasingly frustrating. Your excitement for writing seemed to disappear as you stared blankly at your screen. You didn't even know where to start anymore. So you closed your laptop and went to take a shower. Maybe you should try again later when you were feeling less distracted. Or maybe sleep. That always helped.

With that, you walked to the bedroom, stripping off your clothes as you headed to the bathroom. After you shut the door behind you, you started up the shower, letting the water flow over your body. Once you felt clean, you turned the water off, wrapping a towel around yourself before walking towards the closet. Your mind wandered aimlessly as you picked out your clothes for the day. Black pants and a red shirt that made you look a bit more feminine than usual. A white undershirt completed the outfit and a pair of flats finished off your ensemble.

Once you were dressed, you grabbed your phone and wallet, leaving your unit and making your way to Mark's unit across the hall.

You arrived a little earlier than you planned. Luckily, Mark hadn't locked the door yet so you easily slipped inside without difficulty. Your eyes swept across the room until they rested on the man sitting on the couch. You didn't need to see him close up to recognize him as Mark. It was written all over his handsome face.

You smiled softly, tiptoeing towards the couch.

He was engrossed in a game, completely oblivious to your presence. With a simple gesture, you placed your hands gently on either side of his face, bringing his gaze up to meet yours. Mark blinked rapidly, blushing furiously when he finally realized that you were standing inches away from him.

"Hi Mark." You whispered quietly.

"Hey Y/N." Mark grinned shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Thought you almost forgot our meet-up."

"Mmhmm." You nodded, biting your lower lip. You let out a laugh. "I almost did forget."

"What am I going to do with you?" Mark hummed as you sat next to him on the couch. "How's the writing sesh?"

"Horrible." You answered immediately. "None of the words want to come out. It's just I'm having trouble thinking straight right now."

"Maybe you should take a break." Mark suggested. "Take a breather, gather your thoughts and try again."

"Hmm…maybe." You tilted your head to the side. "Why don't you distract me instead? Just say something to get my attention. Something really sexy that'll make me lose my train of thought."

Mark bit his bottom lip, contemplating whether or not he could pull it off. The problem was that he didn't want to disappoint you. You were older than him by four years and way more experienced when it came to sex. You practically knew all the tricks.

It took a moment for Mark to summon up the courage to speak up.

"I don't think-"

"Say it." You cut him off, cutting his sentence short. "Or else I might find myself using my evil plan B."

"B, what?" Mark stammered.

"B. Bedroom." You leaned forward, pressing your chest against his.

"I thought we agreed on no sex." Mark frowned. "Just dates."

"Then hurry up and say it. Now." You insisted. "I need you to distract me."

Mark sighed, giving in. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, he simply pressed his lips firmly against yours, drawing a sharp gasp from your lungs. His lips tasted faintly of coffee and it made you wonder what he was drinking. Then again, it could be just a natural taste that existed due to proximity. You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky strands brushing against your skin. Mark slowly parted his lips, allowing you to deepen the kiss further. He moaned lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You melted against him, opening your legs to allow him better access.

"Damn it." Mark grunted. "This is way harder than I expected."

"Are you done?" You asked teasingly. "Because if you keep kissing me like that I'm going to have great stories to tell the guys. Trust me. They'll love it."

"God damn it." Mark cursed, pressing his forehead against yours. "Wasn't this distracting enough?"

"Yes." You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "If you promise to kiss me like that again, then I'll refrain from banging you right here and now."

"Deal." Mark smiled cheekily. "But only if you promise to write one of those sexy superhero stories about us."

"Deal." You chuckled.

"Now come on, get off me." Mark laughed, trying to push you off his lap.

You allowed yourself to be pushed off and got up from the couch, giggling as you placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing them up to press a kiss on his lips. "I'm still going to tell the guys that you kissed me. And it'll be a hell of a story."

"Alright." Mark chuckled. "Let's just hope that you can write something worth reading. No cheating, okay?"

"No cheating." You giggled. "Promise."

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at the fair

chapter 3 of healing hearts.

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as days turned into weeks, y/n found herself seeking comfort in steve's company more often than not. with each passing day, their conversations grew more comfortable, and the weight of her heartache seemed to lessen just a little.

they talked about everything and anything, sharing stories, laughter, and even a few moments of comfortable silence. y/n found herself opening up about her dreams, her fears, and her plans for the future. steve, in turn, shared his own aspirations and reflections.

"hey, y/n," steve called out, his voice gentle yet carrying a note of curiosity.

y/n turned, a surprised smile forming on her lips when she saw steve approaching. "hey, steve. just finished a bit of a workout."

steve nodded, his blue eyes scanning her face. "you okay? you looked lost in thought there."

y/n sighed softly, her shoulders relaxing as she met his concerned gaze. "yeah, i guess i've just been going through a lot lately. trying to keep myself occupied, you know?"

he understood the sentiment all too well, given his own history of seeking comfort in physical training. "i get it. sometimes it's good to have a way to clear your mind. you can call me if you want... company to workout, i mean."

she chuckles, "yeah... if i ever need a new punching back, your number will be the first one i'll be calling." y/n says as she grabs her workout bag from the floor and starts to walk away.

"well, speaking of things that might make you feel better, i was wondering if you'd be up for something." he spoke louder to get her attention.

"of course! what is it?" she stopped in her tracks to start paying attention to the super soldier coming to her diction.

"there's a dog adoption fair happening this weekend and i'm invited to help as... you know, captain america... anyway, uh, would you like to go too?" steve said while fidgeting with his water bottle, afraid the other avenger could sense his nervousness but y/n's excitement completely blinded her.

y/n's eyes lit up with excitement. "A DOG ADOPTION FAIR??" she squealed.

steve smiled, encouraged by her enthusiasm. "i thought you might like it. you're such an animal lover, and-"

she jumped and hugged him, "YES! oh my god thank you yes i'll go with you. you have no idea how much i love dogs."

"i'm getting an idea of how much" he said, patting her waist but lingering a little bit longer.

"sorry" she said, embarrassed, letting go of him. "and i'm so sorry i'm sweaty"

steve let out a soft laugh, "it's ok, i'll get a work out in now anyway"

y/n gave him a pressed smile, "ok, uhm... send me the details then?"

"yeah, sure!"

they said their goodbyes as y/n practically skipped away. steve couldn't help but feel a sense of joy himself, her genuine enthusiasm was infectious. with a contented smile, he pulled out his phone and sent her a message with all the information.

the weekend had finally arrived, and y/n's excitement was palpable as she got ready for the dog adoption fair. She stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting her outfit and trying to find the perfect balance between comfort and style. the fair was just a short while away, and she wanted to make sure she looked presentable.

as she put on the finishing touches, she heard a knock on her door. she crossed the room and opened the door to find steve standing there, dressed in his full captain america suit.

her eyes widened in surprise, "hey... what are you doing here?" she said, letting out a chuckled laugh but quickly slapping her mouth.

steve looked a little taken aback by her reaction. "i came here to pick you up... what's so funny?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

y/n put her hand down from her mouth, but a smile still played on her lips. "it's just... the captain america in full uniform"

steve's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "we've been on missions together with me wearing this suit all the time. what's so funny?"

"it's just that... it looks a little out of place outside of a mission context." y/n's laughter subsided, and she smiled at him warmly. "But don't get me wrong, you look great buddy!" she said patting him on his shoulders like a child.

he grinned, rolling his eyes playfully. "i can't win with you, can i?"

y/n chuckled again and crossed her arms. "you win all the time, cap. it's just a little different seeing you like this in civilian settings."

he shook his head, "fair enough", a fond smile on his lips. "you ready?"

y/n nodded enthusiastically. "absolutely! and i promise not to burst into laughter when we're there."

steve chuckled. "i appreciate that."

the dog adoption fair was in full swing, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement and joy. y/n and steve had arrived together, and their presence only added to the event's liveliness.

steve, dressed in his full captain america suit, had become an instant hit among the attendees, especially the children. his charismatic smile drew people towards him like a magnet. he was a natural with the dogs, his gentle demeanor instantly putting them at ease.

y/n found herself busy helping people take pictures with steve, ensuring that everyone got a chance to capture a memorable moment. she laughed as kids lined up, waiting for their turn to stand beside him. grabbing the parents phone, she snapped photos of the heartwarming interactions between steve and the children.

"say CHEESE" y/n called out, her grin matching the children's enthusiasm.

steve crouched down, his shield by his side, as he posed with a wide grin. "CHEESE"

"thanks for doing this, cap!" a father said, shaking steve's hand.

steve's eyes sparkled as he replied, "it's my pleasure."

the children cheered and giggled, their faces lighting up with joy. steve's genuine connection with them was evident, and y/n couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he brought smiles to their faces. amidst the laughter and excitement, her gaze often found its way back to steve, who was already smiling at her. she reminded herself that she needed to focus on the dogs and the event, not get distracted by her growing fondness for steve. after all, they were just friends, and she didn't want to complicate things further, she thought.

however, there was one challenge that y/n couldn't ignore. every time she walked past a dog in need of a home, her heart melted. each wagging tail brought a smile to her face.

steve slowly walked up to her while she was holding a puppy, "you know, you can't have them all y/n" he said, earning a playful pout from her.

"i know!" she replied, rubbing her face on the dogs fur. "it's just... they deserve loving homes."

a fond smile on his lips as he watched her interact with the dog.

"and they will find them, with or without us adopting them all."

"yeah... but i would chose the adopting them all ourselves option if you wouldn't mind."

steve laughed, "i think it's a great idea but i don't think the rest of the tower would agree."

y/n rolled her eyes but agreed with a smile on her face.

"though i have to say, you'd make one heck of a dog mom," steve teased.

"STOOOP! don't give me ideas."

he chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. "you just have a big heart, that's all i meant."

y/n met his gaze, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes.

as the day went on, y/n found it harder to focus on anything other than steve. she caught herself stealing glances when he wasn't looking. she watched as he patiently listened to children's stories, posed for countless pictures, and interacted with the dogs as if they were his own.

each time she caught herself, she reprehended herself for feeling this way, especially given her recent breakup with bucky, especially for the fact that he is her exes best friend.

eventually, she allowed herself a moment to appreciate the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and the genuine laughter that escaped his lips.

as the sun began to set and the event came to a close, y/n and steve shared a quiet moment. they leaned against a nearby railing, watching as families left with their newly adopted furry friends.

"you did amazing today, steve," y/n said with a soft smile.

he looked at her, his blue eyes warm. "it was a team effort. you helped make today special for a lot of people too. mine included."

y/n's heart swelled. as they stood there, side by side, she couldn't help but feel joy.

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Can you do a vampire Donnie x F!Reader but in the 2012 series and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 5. “MINE.” 32. “Do you trust me?” and Turning into a vampire

Could you add this to your Masterlist

// sorry if this seems rushed ;^_^7

//edit 1: I just realized that the full ending didnt save before I posted so.... I'll edit this very soon

//edit 2: I shortened the original ending because there is no way I was going to be able to write all of that again

Prompts©️ @turtle-babe83

Donnie and Reader are 18+; this was written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 please.

Donnie told you not to worry, but how could you not worry when he started looking a pale green while hunched over his lab table, working day in and day out to cure whatever "blood disease" he caught from being bitten by some sort of mutated bat. You don't know how much longer he could withstand this, because he was getting weaker. Standing beside him, you begged for him to get some rest.

"Please, Donnie, you've got to get some kind of rest or you won't get better."

"I can't. I got to find the cure before-"

He suddenly fainted. You caught him before he fell to the ground. You helped ease him back in his comfy computer chair.

“Just relax.”

You couldn't stop thinking about the feel of his reptilian skin just now, how cold it was. You took his hand to press onto your warm cheek. What kind of disease was this? And what did he mean? Before what?

Leo, Mikey, and Raph helped you carry Donnie to his room. You adjusted and tried your best to make the bed comfortable enough for him. His breathing was slow, shallow. You hated seeing him like this.

"I know. We're worried, too." Leo reassured you.

"We can keep an eye on him, and call ya if somethings up. Get some sleep." Raph told you.

"Yeah, we'll take your place." Mikey said as he gave you a hug. You hugged him back. You tried your best not to cry; you cared for the turtles but you cared a whole lot for Donnie, and if anything happened to him...

"Thanks, guys. I'll see you."

You left the lair, tears falling down your cheeks. The mental picture of Donnie's ill stricken face haunted your thoughts. It wasn't going to be easy to get any sleep at all.

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It's been a couple of days now (although he doesn't know yet its been that long). Donnie had long ago drifted into a long deep sleep and entered dream land. Y/N was there because she was the last thing he saw before blacking out from exhaustion. Then he remembered what he was going to say to her. Thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind resurfaced. Thoughts of kissing her, tasting her lips, her skin... and her blood. No longer did he feel freezing cold, but felt a pain like fire and ice rushing through his veins, making him stir from his slumber.... He tried so hard to do something before mating season came... He was afraid this would happen. And try as he might, he couldnt stop thinking about wanting her, to make her his...

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Your tphone rung. You never rushed to answer it so quickly. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N."

"Donnie! You're okay."

"Well, sort of. I'm feeling much better than before. Anyway, I was wondering if you could come to the lair and let me run a test. Its just to see how this virus would infect humans. And don't worry, I'll just need a drop of... blood."

You heard him gulp before he said the word blood. There was something about the tone in his voice, like he was hiding something. But still you agreed to go to the lair and help Donnie out with whatever he needed.

"Yeah. I'll be there soon. I'm glad that you're alright."

Upon entering the lair you was met with silence. It was weird to not hear any noise. You went to Donnie's lab to find him sitting in his chair and looking into a microscope, just like a couple of days ago. He wasn't his usual green shade, but at least he was recovering.

"Y/n, please take a seat. I'll be right with you."

"Mhmm."

You sat in the chair next to his table, waiting. You expected him to hug you and felt saddened when he didn't. It made you wonder if he was really alright... After a minute or so, Donnie got up from his seat and made his way to you. You looked up at him from anxiously twiddling your fingers.

"So, what's with this test, exactly?"

"I've got a sample of my blood with this virus underneath the microscope. I'll just..." He gingerly took your hand and upturned it in his palm while with his other hand he grabbed a tiny needle to prick the pad of your finger.

"Ah~" you softly gasped and winced.

"Oh, sorry."

He grabbed a glass slide and scrapped the drop of blood that pooled at your fingertip. Then he gave a hesitant kiss on your finger and quickly went to work. You couldn't stop your heart from beating and your cheeks heating up from what just happened.

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When she walked through the door, her scent invaded his nostrils. He tried to keep his composure. He didn't want scare her with his sudden movements. As soon as her blood surfaced Donnie was met with an aroma so good it made his mouth water. He wanted a taste. A little wasn't going to hurt, was it?

Maybe he shouldn't have done that, because now thoughts of devouring her was stronger now than ever. He could hear her heart beating, which confirmed his assumptions.

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You wanted to break this uncomfortable silence. You racked your brain to come up with something, anything. "Uhm, what's up with everyone? I didn't see or hear anyone around."

"I told them to isolate themselves, in case this was contagious to mutants... and to not leave until I gave the okay..." He noticed your silence and read your mind, too.

"Oh..."

For some reason you felt like Donnie was hiding something or not speaking the whole truth. But he was studying the blood samples so maybe that's why his focus wasn't on you.

"Sooo... anything yet?"

"The virus is taking over your blood cells as well. It has vampire like characteristics. That means..." he trailed off as he stood from his seat. No, he couldn't let you suffer from this vampiric virus. However the urge to bite and drink your blood was almost overwhelming.

"It's also contagious to other living beings if bitten... and turns them into a vampire?" You pieced it all together. Donnie was bitten by a mutated vampire bat, turning him into a vampiric mutant turtle.

"Yes..." A looming silence fell in the room. "I will continue to work on an antidote, but I need to feed on... blood if I am to survive long enough to do that. I don't have enough time to create that and a substitute for blood at the same time." He was so hungry, so thirsty at the same time. He wouldn't even be able to concentrate.

“Bite me.”

Donnie whipped his around so fast to look at you with wide eyes. Did he hear you right? Did you just-?

"What?"

"Bite me. Feed off of me if you need to." you said, exposing the side of your neck.

His dark brown gaze eyed your smooth skin, hearing the blood that flowed underneath. His muscles quivered as he struggled to not lose control, to not grab you and have his way with you right then and there. Mind over instinct, mind over instinct.

“Do you trust me?”

"You've never hurt me, Donnie. Please, I just want to help you."

He let out a long exhale. He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "Well, if that's what you want to do, I can't stop you," he small smiled at you. "Let's take this to my room. You'll want to rest on a bed afterward."

In his room, you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what you were going to experience. Randomly you thought of what Donnie tried to tell you before he blacked out. You asked him.

"Uhm, what did you mean a couple of days ago by 'I got to find the cure before'? Before what?"

"The reason why I tried to hurry with this antitode is because mating seasons around the corner. Well, it's actually here, now. Aaand that's another reason why I told everyone to stay in their rooms." Donnie told you, scratching the back his head in embaressment. "That's what I tried to tell you before."

You knew about the mating season of turtles, and other animals, because of documentaries, but would there be any differences since Donnie is a humanoid turtle?

"Though we are mutated to be human like, we still have turtle characteristics, so no, we're no different than our non mutated kin." He answered.

You blushed. All this time while you've been alone with your thoughts since you came down here, he's known what was on your mind. "S-stop reading my mind, Don."

His mouth curved into a smirk. The way his eyes darkened made your heart pound harder. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” he softly chuckled. "I know you've got feelings for me. I... I do, too. I've been wanting to kiss you for some time."

Donnie titled your chin and he looked into your eyes. "Will you let me?" He must've noticed ( or read your mind again xD ) you looked still a little uncertain of how all of this is supposed to go. Then in an instant your train of thought was nothing but on Donnie. His gaze was just so... hypnotizing. They seemed to glow an unnatural color, but they were still so beautiful.

"Yes~" you softly replied.

He slowly and gently pressed his mouth to yours kissed you, a hand wrapping around your waist.“Lay back and let me take care of you.” You heard his voice in your mind; you knew it had to have been because his lips were still on yours.

As soon as your back touched the matress, you closed your eyes and immersed yourself in this moment. Piece by piece clothes were peeled away. He slowly played with your body, studying every curve, memorizing the places you liked being touched. "Let me make you feel good, my sweet," he'd said and you had surrendered yourself completely to him and the fire his touch left behind.

His hands cupped your breasts while his mouth took turns sucling on your pert nipples. "Donnie~~" you mewled as your body wriggled, being taken over by desire. You wanted more. You softly moaned as you arched your back, telling him you wanted more. You whimpered as he made his way to your clenched thighs that tried to ease the ache between them. "Please don't stop."

It took everything he had to not lose himself. He hungered for you in so many ways. Gently he slid your pants and underwear down and off your legs. He was met with a gorgeous sight. Your pink slit was already glossed with arousal. He could smell you. And as much as he really wanted a taste, he had to fulfill your wish. He lied beside you and then pulled your backside against him.

"I'm going to touch you, now, but I'll be gentle, okay?" he whispered near your ear. "I'm going to make you orgasm first before we go further."

"Okay" you breathlessly let out.

Donnie smoothly snaked his hand down your belly to your core. Your body shivered at the first touch on your bud. "You're wet, so soft..." Then his fingertip slid down to your opening, nudging it just a little. "And so warm..." he purred.

You couldn't help but to groan at the pleasure you were feeling now. Your body was confused as to where your hips should move: up into his hand or to arch your back and have your bottom grind against his lower plastron. You felt pressure building as he alrernated between playing with your nub and slide his finger inside you, brushing along your gspot.

"Donnie!~"

He knew you were close. His other arm looped under and up around you to cup your breast, his thumb twirling around the nipple, while his other hand pleasured you in unison. The sounds you made excited him. He could hear your heart beating and your blood rushing so fast.

"That's it, y/n, you can do it. I've got you. Don’t hold back.”

Lewd sounds escaped you as you neared your climax. Your hands held onto his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over, until the final one. Your breath quickened, and you cried out as the knot that was wound up in your lower belly finally came unraveled. Your slick walls clenched around his digit.

"D-Don~ Donnie~"

"Yes, princess, you're mine. MINE.”

As you came, Donnie's fangs retracted and bit your neck, drinking your blood. The pain quickly became pleasure, melding into the bliss you were already feeling. Having his fill he licked the puncture wounds to try to close it. He felt better having blood in his system. You had blacked out from the intensity of the love making, but he held you, waiting for the process to be complete. The virus seemed to spread faster in nonmutated organisms, so maybe it wouldnt take you so long to become a vampire.

💜💜💜💜💜💜

You fluttered your eyes and found yourself in Donnie's arms. He smiled down at you, his fangs showing. You then felt to see if you had... yes, you had fangs, as well.

"How are feeling?"

"I'm a little... thirsty."

He gave you his wrist. "Here, I'll let you feed off me. Or..." He pointed to his neck. "You can bite me here, if you want." He blushed.

You giggled. "I'll just sink my fangs into your wrist. I don't want to accidently tear... anything..."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you where it'll be okay to feed from without worries."

He let out a gasp and then softly moaned when your new fangs pierced his flesh to draw blood. If this was even a fraction of what you felt, then he he wanted to experience the same pleasure he gave you.

When you were done, he rolled you over on your back. It took you by surprise but it kinda turned you on to see Donnie's smouldering gaze. He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into you.

Donnie's fingers and tongue touched and licked every inch of you. He was making sure you were more than ready for him. Because playtime was over. And he didn't waste no time getting you into position on your hands and knees. He spread you wide and started sliding inside your soaked pussy.

You moaned as he stretched you to your limits, probably past your limits. He didn't stop until he felt the start of your cervix, pulled back and slammed back inside. It took your breath away, but as soon as you took a breath Donnie started pounding away at you. His eyes glowed whitish blue and his fangs were bared. The grip on your hips was going to be left bruised, as well as your insides, but what you were feeling was beyond anything you could've imagined. All you could do was grip his sheets and hold on for the ride.

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Welcome Home

[ 5000+ ] words

pairing: kiribaku x black fem! reader

cw// smut, praise, submissive reader, oral, overstimulation, anal, swearing

[when you return home from a particularly draining day of hero work, it appears that your boyfriends have a few surprises for you—far beyond just making dinner ]

[a/n] it’s been a while since i’ve posted here, so i hope you enjoy it, especially since i put my back into this one. also! bold text means it’s in japanese.

also also! i should mention that this inspired by the va yuzuya! particularly one audio he has on his patreon. if you liked this, you should definitely go check him out in youtube where he has a kiribaku series!

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"HEY GUYS!"

your excited voice spills through the speakers, making katsuki perk up; even though he wouldn't admit it, he got excited—he thought maybe you were finally home.

it only took you saying something else for him to realize it was a recording he was hearing; one he's heard before.

"that fucking idiot" he growled, getting up and heading toward the kitchen; the recording continues as he does so, "—okay! you guys have been blowing up my phone, though. i'm sorry, i'm still not in the position to be taking calls right now but i—"

by now katsuki had reached the kitchen, and clicked off the loud speaker; eijirou, who was currently cooking something—hell if katsuki knows what, but it smells good regardless—whined

"katsuki~ i was listening to that~"

"so? we've heard it like twenty times already!"

the man sighs, turning his attention back toward the stove, "we haven't seen or heard from her all day. . .i just, wanted to hear her voice"

"you're so clingy—what the hell are you gonna do if one of us gets sent on a mission, huh?!"

eijirou pauses, tensing up.

shaking his head, katsuki goes to hold eijirou's hand, "you always worry yourself sick; yeah, it fucking sucks being away from her, but she'll be fine—she's strong enough to handle her own shit"

"you being worried is like saying you don't believe in her—and that's not it is it?!"

"—no! of course not i just—. . .i miss her"

katsuki lets out a sigh, moving to hug eijirou from behind, ". . .me too"

"what are you making, anyway?"

"oh!" eijirou's face lights up, "s'[n/n]'s favorite!"

"she always cooks for us, so i thought i'd use the tips you gave me to return the favor"

katsuki responds to this with a lazy hum, resting his face in eijirou's shoulder

after a moment of comfortable silence, eijirou looks up,

". . .y'know, katsuki. . .?"

"hm?"

"i just had an idea. . ."

[. . .]

"you did good work today, [h/n]. go home, i've kept you long enough"

"—thank you, ma'am!"

you bow to your superior before running into your agency to get your things; you didn't even bother changing into your civilian clothes.

"see you tomorrow!" you call to your boss, who was still outside by the time you had finished up.

using your quirk to get home faster, you excitedly take out your phone.

"hey baby!" you called kiri because you knew he was gonna answer, but how excited he was to do so made you wanna melt

"hey! is katsudon there—"

"—i told you to stop calling me that, dumbass!"

guess that answers your question.

"hey, you two. . . !" eijirou stops that interaction from escalating, before changing the subject,

"we miss you so much,"

"i miss you too—but don't worry, we won't be apart for much longer"

eijirou gasps, "you're coming home?!"

you smile, "as we speak, love"

"katsuki, babe—did you hear that?"

"—i'm standing right next to you, course i heard it!"

"relax, man. . .jeez"

"leave it to katsudon to ruin the vibe—"

"—what the hell did i just tell you?!"

feeling like you've bitten off more than you can chew, you look down at your phone, "oop—would ya look at that—gotta go!"

[. . .]

as your house came into vision, you stopped using your quirk.

your heart was racing with excitement, but as soon as your feet touched the ground, gravity laid into you with the force of a truck

it was almost hard to breathe, but it's not like you haven't felt this way before

"oh—pins and needles!"

okay this is definitely the worst case of soreness you've had in a while, but you're a pro hero for crying out loud; it would be shocking if you didn't come home in pain

but damn, does this hurt

this back pain has you feeling like an old lady.

you decided that the aching in your soles was much worse, so you put strain on your back in order to rid your feet of your boots

you look over the horizon, pain dulling substantially as you imagined yourself in the company of katuski and eijirou; the warmth, kiri getting emotional about your return, and katsudon inevitably getting pissed off

you'd bear all the pain your body could take if it meant getting to experience that again—a little ache can't stop you.

so you hobbled up to your front door, your knees buckling on the last step; your legs threatened to give up on you.

you steady yourself against the door as you unlock it, knowing that if your boyfriends saw you like this they would freak—especially kiri

as you pushed the door open, the feeling of immense comfort blasted you like ac in the middle of summer; the smell of home made it hard for you to do anything else but succumb to this feeling

collapsing in the middle of the hallway, you leaned against the door; you closed your eyes with a labored sigh.

just as you were starting to relax, a voice called out, "babe. . .?"

you opened your eyes to find eijirou and katsuki

the three of you just stared, afraid that moving would mark the end of this sweet dream.

you were starting to tear up despite the fact you had seen the two this morning—you had no idea why you were being this dramatic

"come here, already!" katsuki snaps, snapping you out of your trance; "alright. . .i'm coming, you big meanie. . . !" still exasperated, you scramble up into the embrace of your boyfriends

the hug could only be described as desperate; you three hugged each other like you had been deprived of some sort of life force

the pounding in your chest finally came to a slow, and you went to break away but the two were still trying to squeeze the life out of you.

"c'mon guys, i stink—let go of me!"

"i won't ever, babe!"

"hell no!"

you giggled, before pausing. you realized that the "home" you were smelling seemed a lot like food "so," you changed the subject "are you two cooking?"

"oh!" kiri finally lets you go, "that reminds me! i'm almost done—in the mean time, why don't you take her to the bathroom, katsuki?" he gets up to return to the kitchen

you stare up at the pomeranian, a dumb smile plastered across your face, "oh~? what's this about?"

"you'll find out if you shut up and follow me"

"i'm coming, i'm coming" you snort, forcing yourself to your feet

a sweet smell fills your senses as you get closer to the bathroom

"babe?" you call; he simply looks back at you, his expression unreadable to you in that moment, "what is. . . ?"

as you finally reached your destination, your eyes widened.

rose petals: the bathroom was drowning in them—there was a trail leading to the tub, and in the actual water, too.

also, there were candles everywhere! that explains the sweet aroma. it's a fire hazard, honestly.

this was kiri's doing for sure.

"is this. . .for me?"

"no, it's for casper the ghost"

not even katsudon's snide comments could ruin this moment for you.

you reach for the fastening on the back of your suit, but katsuki gets it for you. letting out a sigh, you remembered just how constricting this costume is.

just as you were pulling it off your shoulders, katsuki's hands slipped beneath the opening he had just made. his warmth stayed for moment before fanning out, gently separating the material from your sweaty skin.

it wasn't long before that wretched garment was discarded in the corner

"katsuki. . ." you giggled a little, feeling embarrassed now that you were so exposed

you thought he'd try to poke fun at you—say something about how you stink—but instead he took you into his arms. that was so effortless—not a grunt or strain to be found

he places you in the bath, and god; this feels heavenly

"i told shitty hair not to light so many damn candles" katsuki grumbles, making a round and putting some of them out

you expected him to leave after this, but instead he comes around behind you.

placing hands on your shoulders, he begins to move them in a rhythmic motion

oh, you realized what he was up to.

"that feel good?" you couldn't help but giggle at katsuki's attempt at being gentle

"yes katsu. . .thank you"

. . . .

upon giving it thought, this is rather. . .interesting

"first the bath. . .now this? you two are up to something. . ."

"just shut up and enjoy the massage"

"okay, okay!"

[. . .]

now thoroughly relaxed, you and katsuki join eijirou in the kitchen, where he was plating his dish.

"my favorite. . .kiri, you didn't"

it was a dish from your home—much different than japanese cooking

he really learned how to make it. . . ? all for you?

you put your foot down, confronting the two men "okay, you two are definitely up to something"

"huh? what do you mean?" kiri raises a brow

"why are you being so nice? katsuki, did you break the tv again—"

"—i told you it broke on its own, dumbass!"

"why do we have to be apologizing to do something nice for you?" eijirou giggles, "we just love you, babe. we know you had a rough day so we wanted to pamper you a little, that's all"

"really?" the two nod, "oh. . ."

"anyway, let's eat! i'm itching to know what you think!" kiri changes the subject

the three of you took your seats,

"itadakimasu!"

[. . .]

"why don't you go up to the bedroom, hun" kiri suggests, kissing your cheek, "me and katsuki will clean up"

he means you don't have to wash dishes with the clean freak? say less

"okay!" you chirped, practically skipping up to your shared room

after changing into one of katsuki's shirts, you went to lay down

unfortunately for you, you couldn't sleep no matter how hard you tried

you sat up, feeling sort of. . .empty—like you were missing something.

throwing your legs off the edge of the bed, you kicked your feet like a child

you suddenly gasped and shuddered as the image of katsuki and eijirou on top of you forced it's way into your head—their voices in your ears, each praising that you're 'taking it so well'

you looked around—just making sure no one saw that.

upon confirming that no one did, you look down at your knees, coming to a realization

oh,

so that's what it is. . .

you can't lie, you sort of hoped katsuki would've tried something when you were in the bath earlier—and you're hoping the two of them will try something now.

naturally, you could feel your heart pounding and your stomach tightening as footsteps approached the bedroom

"oh, you're still awake?"

"dammit, why the hell you always have to wear my shirts?"

the difference in how they reacted to seeing you there could honestly give you whiplash; you giggled, responding to the last thing you heard, "because it makes you the angriest"

but. . .if they expected you to be sleep did they not plan on making love to you?

shit, will i have to ask now?

see, that's your problem; fighting blood thirsty villains on the regular? no sweat.

but somehow, the concept of telling your boyfriends when you wanted sex eluded you

"well, since you're not sleep yet; katsuki never did get to massage your whole body, huh?"

"huh? i mean—no, i guess not"

"how the hell was i supposed to do that when she was in the bath?"

"but fine, i'll—"

"—uh—actually!" kiri stops him,

"can i do it?"

"knock yourself out" katsuki was already headed to the bathroom, presumably to complete his night routine

"alright, babe just. . .take off your shirt and lay down for me, alright?"

"alright. . ."

you did what was asked of you while eijirou went to retrieve the massage oil

you shuddered as the cool air grazed your skin, before laying down on the somehow even colder comforter

you became hyper aware of yourself at that moment—was i really gonna wear a bra to bed? at least that makes this moment less awkward

by now kiri had returned, "you look so cute like this. . ."

it's just. . . the way he looks at you. . .you can't help but get a little flustered

"no need to get shy, babe i'm just telling the truth. you're really beautiful, y'know"

"just hurry up with the massage, eijirou!"

"oh—just cuz you said that, i'll compliment you even more now"

"you're so amazing," he leans down, placing a kiss on your stomach at each word, "your body is so perfect, babe"

"how'd we get so lucky, huh?"

"kiri. . .c'mon, already"

"alright, alright"

eijirou pours some of the oil into his palm, warming it between his hands before placing them on your diaphragm. you melted into the warmth of his soft hands.

you kept telling yourself that you should be relaxed, but clearly your shoulders didn't get the memo. how could you relax when the feeling of his hands on your body was so innately sensual—or is that just me?

running his fingers down your hips, eijirou paused for a moment before meeting eyes with you, "i'll massage your legs now, alright?"

"okay"

your entire body contracted as kiri's palms pressed into your thighs, getting jarringly close to that spot before he stopped completely. by now, katsuki had joined the two of you on the bed and also appeared to stop

this was just as you were starting to relax, too—this was very unfortunate

you glanced between the two of them, their facial expressions not giving you any answers

"hun. . .are you. . ." kiri finally makes eye contact with you, only making your nerves worse, ". . .wet?"

am i?

you shot up, looking down at yourself,

holy shit, i really am

guess that little scenario—courtesy of your brain—from earlier really helped that, huh?

"no, that's just—"

"—yes you fucking are, don't deny it!"

"don't yell at her, katsuki—it's okay, babe. i'm just. . ." kiri looks away, covering his face, ". . .glad i wasn't the only one who was thinking about you two"

your eyes flicker from your feet to kiri, ". . .really?"

"yeah. . .it's the reason i sent katsuki to help you in the bath"

"i knew i wouldn't be able to keep it pg. . .but. . .if you want it, hun; i'd be happy to"

"please. . ." you wrap your arms around eijirou's neck, snuggling into his chest

"alright," you could hear the smile in his voice, "are you up for it, katsuki—"

the two of you look up to find your boyfriend ridding himself of his clothes, "i guess that answers my question"

eijirou turns back to you, "why don't you make yourself comfortable, baby?"

nodding, you lay back down, tensing as a freshly naked katsuki joins you on the bed

"someone's eager"

"shut up"

"i take top, you take bottom"

katsuki only hums before getting in position to start kissing your thighs

kissing up the side of your neck, eijirou slips his hands underneath you, unfastening your bra. as you slid out of it, you let out a shaky laugh "you've. . .gotten better at that"

"heh. . .yeah, i've been really trying"

he looks down, "you're. . ."

". . .so cute"

he starts to caress your chest, placing the occasional kiss here and there

meanwhile, katsuki had begun a massage of his own; "katsuki. . ."

running his hands up your sides, it wasn't long before his fingers were tracing the hem of your panties.

you couldn't even focus on what was happening below before something above took your attention.

pain, then pleasure directly after—it was this warm, balmy feeling.

looking up, you realized that eijirou had just bitten the lobe of your ear before enveloping it in an open-mouthed kiss; he glances up at you expectantly, catching your skin on his teeth once again

your breath hitched, body shuddering, "eiji. . ."

you look at him once again—and though his mouth was currently occupied, he could even begin to hide the smug smile on his face.

then, it's almost as if everything was still.

eijirou had averted his attention toward your neck and you relaxed your shoulders, attempting to meld back into the soft comforter

wait. . .

your lower half feels really cold all of a sudden. . .

"katsuki—fuck. . ." you whispered, shaking as katsuki began tasting you.

your eyes fluttered shut, and you tried your best not to resist against katsuki's hands on your thighs.

you always seem to forget just how good this feels

eyes still closed, you lazily reach up to caress eijirou's face; his fingers trace your abdomen—you really enjoy the silky feeling of his skin on yours

you were prepared to fully submit to this moment, when katsuki all but yells at you,

"hey!"

eyes shooting open, you jolted upwards, "hm—what is it?"

he stopped moving, only keeping his gaze fixed on you as he says:

"look at me."

honestly, you don't know why you didn't see this coming; katsuki always demands eye contact—but you? you really couldn't bring yourself to do it without getting flustered

your face was so hot that your vision was hazy—you tried to blink it away, but it didn't work

you look to eijirou, hoping he'd get you out this situation but he only offers you a taunting chuckle, before positioning himself behind you,

he leans against the headboard, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

realizing he'd be of no help, you opt to hide your face in your hands

"aw. . ." kiri coos, "no need to be shy, hun. . ." before moving your hands away, "look"

still attempting to blink away your embarrassment, you finally meet gazes with katsuki

you found the look in his crimson eyes both reassuring and worrying

gaze trained on you, katsuki gives you a teasing lick.

"god. . ." you broke away for just a moment, but somehow katsuki's expression was more intense when you glanced back at him.

he's making it so difficult—to maintain eye contact, that is

"your moans are so pretty. . ."

kiri presses a series of gentle kisses to your shoulder, before reaching down to massage your clit

. . .for all of two seconds—not even enough time for you to register the feeling—before katsuki swats his hand away

"piss off, shitty hair! . . .s'mine"

"possessive much? [y/n]'s mine too, y'know"

suddenly—perhaps out of spite—katsuki diverts all attention to your clit

a pulsing, throbbing pleasure went surging throughout your entire body

you throw your head back, resting against eijirou's shoulder

katsuki growls at this, "i told you to look at me"

"oh. . .katsuki—shut up, i'm close—"

it was almost as if that statement turned on a switch in his brain; he kept that same, steady pace but he was laser-focused on his "task"

he was like a robot—it'd be quite captivating if you could focus

"oh—fuck—please. . . !" you latch onto your boyfriends' hands, squeezing your eyes shut as you came undone in their arms

"atta girl" katsuki pats your thigh as he sits up.

barely giving you time to recover, eijirou excitedly exclaims, "my turn!"

he moves from behind you and you lay back down,

you waited for kiri to start, but instead he offers a hesitant, "um. . .actually. . .i was wondering if you could. . . sit on my face?"

"oh. . . ? i. . .—" you were taken aback, seeing as this was the first time he's ever asked you anything like this

you were conflicted; you had always wanted to try that

but you were also worried that you'd be too heavy, to put it bluntly

he's giving you the big puppy dog eyes, though! you can't just say no—you don't want to.

gnawing at your bottom lip, you began to nod, ". . .okay"

"really?! okay, lemme lay down"

he excitedly gets into position, shifting a couple times before looking up at you, "okay! c'mere"

you blinked, avoiding eye contact as you climbed on top of eijirou; closing your eyes as you hovered above his face.

"you're so gorgeous, baby"

you let out a shaky hum in response to this, before lowering yourself—you could only get yourself half of the way down before every bone in your body stopped you from going any further

stop right there, you will kill that man

your bones yell

but what am i supposed to do? he really wants me to do this! you try to make your case

just. . .make it look like you're sitting all the way down; he's not gonna know

okay

you meekly reply

"alright" trying to keep your voice from shaking, you stilled your body—or at least. . .attempted to

eijirou chuckled, "as much as i like this view, i'm gonna need you to sit all the way down, hun"

the lie didn't even last for five seconds, "huh? but i, am. . . ?"

katsuki sucks his teeth, crossing his arms, "your legs are shaking, it's a dead giveaway"

feeling embarrassed, you looked down; you decided your only option was to come clean about your worries "but. . .i'm too heavy, i. . .—"

"it's not like you're gonna hurt him or anything" katsuki sighs

eijirou nods from underneath you, "yeah! i'm the sturdy hero, remember? c'mon, babe. . .please?"

"o-okay. . ." you lower yourself until you were comfortably—and quite literally sitting on top of your boyfriend's face, which was enough to make you sigh out,

eyes fluttering shut, you reached behind you for support

even through closed eyes, you could tell katsuki had crawled closer to you and eijirou, "while you two are busy, i'll just make myself comfortable"

judging by eijirou's moans, it seems that katsuki began pleasuring him

"katsuki. . ." he whimpers into you,

"[y/n]. . . ?!" he speaks again, more urgently reaching up to grasp your hand; looking behind you, you noticed the look in his eyes, too "what. . .what is it?"

"am i. . .doing good?"

right.

how could you forget?

"yes. . .very good; you're such a. . .good boy, eiji" you smiled down at him

this comment alone seemed to enhance kiri's pleasure.

forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, you turn to katsuki, who looked as if he was prepared to upgrade the service he was giving eijirou

"w-wait. . . !" you stopped him

"i. . .wanna. . ."

katsuki snorts, "well c'mon already, then" he invited you over, but he didn't stop what he was doing with his hands

nodding, you lean over, taking kiri into your mouth; just this was enough to send him over the edge

"ngh—mmh~!" he's still going, somehow

you had to commend him for his resolve

if he keeps going like this. . .

all it took was his tongue entering you and you were done for

but just like your boyfriend, you didn't quit—in fact, you took more and more into your mouth

after awhile, your high died down, but. . .eijirou. . .

he always cums so much, you thought as eijirou continued to release

his chest heaved—you could feel his heart drumming against his chest—his body shook

until finally, his breath slowed and he took a break from pleasuring you

the three of you let out a pleasured hum, realizing the moment you all just shared

lifting your head carefully, you were prepared to swallow when eijirou urgently taps your thigh, as if telling you he needed something; with your mouth full, you couldn't ask—but your silence told all kiri he needed to know

"i. . .wanna see it. . .i wanna see it in your mouth, please" he asked, muffled.

"yeah. . .let's see it"

you glanced in between the two, a little shocked

letting out a whimper, you get off of kiri who eagerly sits up. eijirou and katsuki look to you expectantly

avoiding eye contact, you open your mouth, "ahh~" tilting your head back so that you don't lose any

"fuck, that's so pretty"

"yeah. . ."

you gagged as the warmth spilled into your throat.

katsuki places his fingers underneath your chin, closing your mouth

"now, swallow" you blink, doing as you were told—this is much more difficult than i originally thought

you genuinely struggled to swallow it all in one go.

"good girl" eijirou pats the top of your head

as you take a moment to catch your breath, kiri excitedly asks, "so. . .are we going all the way, or. . . ?"

the two turn to look at you, to which you nod—you didn't even hesitate, "yes! . . .please"

there's that feeling again; whenever you give consent, the way they looked at you felt. . .different—you felt emotionally (and physically) naked, it was. . .

it was embarrassing, there's no other word for it

you sat in silence, avoiding eye contact for what felt like minutes before your boyfriends finally broke away and looked at each other instead of you

"if that's the case; i had an idea" katsuki admits, holding your attention

he glances at you once again, "i was thinking we could both fuck you at the same time"

at the very least, eijirou seemed to get as flustered as you did

"so you mean she would. . .—"

"—be in between us"

"but. . .—she's never done anal before. she could get hurt if we force this kinda thing on her"

you could feel your heart dropping into your stomach upon hearing kiri's words. he really wants to try it now? you haven't prepared properly; what if you make a weird noise? or worse. . .

although. . .you had similar doubts about sitting on eijirou's face and that turned out great—but this is different

katsuki and kiri continued as you were arguing with yourself, "she won't, you idiot; she's been practicing,"

katsuki looks over at you, forcing you out of your head for a moment, "right?"

"y-yes. . ."

"and you didn't let me watch. . . ?" while eijirou was focused on whining, katsuki seemed to notice your 'less-than-enthused' tone

"if you don't want to, we won't."

"i do! i'm just nervous, is all"

"it's okay, we'll ease you into it like we would any other time" kiri reassures

"yeah, but she'll be on her stomach so you go on the bottom shitty hair—you'd probably tear her open regardless"

the shark boy frowns, "what? what's that supposed to mean?"

"don't play dumb, it's fucking huge!" katsuki yells

kiri looks down, red dusting his face, "it's. . .it's not that big"

"it is pretty big, kiri" you sigh

"moving on. . ." eijirou looks toward you, "why don't you lay down again, hun?"

you nod, your sweaty body welcoming the still-cold blanket. you focus on the dust on the ceiling fan—damn, if katsuki saw that. . .—as eijirou positioned himself behind you once again

katsuki places your legs on his shoulders before looking up at kiri, "hey, shitty hair; you still got that oil, right?"

"uh, yeah" kiri grabs the bottle off the bedside table, before handing it to him

katsuki takes a moment to warm it in his palms before starting to massage you there

you closed your eyes, whining as katsuki got you ready for him

kiri strokes your face, "how's that feel, [n/n]?"

"it's. . .different"

you thought with all your practice, you'd be used to how alien it feels by now

but no. . .

it wasn't a bad feeling—it was just odd

"hey. . .katsuki?" kiri starts, "can you maybe. . . ?"

"you want me to teach you?"

"y-yeah. . .i mean, i should know if you get sent on a mission, right. . . ?"

"okay, but pay attention because i'm not repeating myself!"

"got it!"

katsuki's finger is inside you now and, well . . .

this is something

it didn't necessarily feel good or bad—just kinda felt like someone stuck a foreign object up there, just as it had the first few times

you were starting to get worried you'd just be tolerating this feeling when the time comes

"when you get your finger inside, you crook it like this"

he demonstrates with his free hand,

"just, feel around a bit. . .you'll know if you find it"

"AH—fuck, katsuki" you jolt up

what the fuck is he doing down there?

you've never felt that before—this electric feeling of intense pleasure and a hint of pain—have you been doing it wrong this whole time?

"oh, like her g-spot?"

"yeah. . .like her g-spot"

as you writhe, katsuki smirks, "guess you have been practicing; you're already ready for a second finger"

as katsuki does this, eijirou continues to keep you relaxed, "aw~ so cute" he praised

"katsuki—god!"

"feels good huh, baby?"

"uh-huh"

that's when you realized that eijirou was behind you; reaching over your shoulder, you begin to stroke your boyfriend

he grabs your hand, "oh that's okay, hun; tonight's about you"

"but—OW, katsuki that hurt?!"

"have you been doing it like i showed you? it shouldn't hurt that much" katsuki eyes you, stopping his movements and removing his fingers

well, it never felt good when you did it, so you're gonna go with no

". . ."

"baby~" kiri whines

"you could get seriously injured! why didn't you let katsuki watch you?"

"because. . . ! that’s awkward. . .and weird!"

sure, he’s seen you in lewd ways numerous times already—but this? it’s too much

"well, i'll have to spend more time doing this now" katsuki sighs, rolling his wrists

you whine, wanting him to go back to pleasuring you, "you're such a spoiled little shit" he shakes his head

eijirou chuckles while you pout, "say please, hun"

"please~ katsuki? please?"

he only offers a hum, before obliging; you threw your head back, somewhat dramatically, as he reached 'that spot'

more and more

your body began to accommodate his fingers more and more

as soon as that happened, katsuki was almost ruthless with his fingers; he's getting impatient

he suddenly stops, and the two of you do as well

"hey, eijirou. . ."

"yeah. . . ?!"

eijirou seemed alarmed at the use of his actual name; must be serious

"come here"

eijirou does just that, gingerly laying you down as he gets from around you

he makes his way over to katsuki, who gestures in your direction, "look at that. . ."

your eyes were screwed shut, but you could feel their hungry eyes on you—tracing your frame over and over

"she stretched so well for us. . ."

"i think she's ready"

"okay! me first!"

eijirou lays down, patting his thighs

you couldn't hold in your giggling at this sight; you oblige, though—straddling your boyfriend's hips

you hum as you, sort've impatiently lowered yourself onto kiri

eijirou's breath hitched upon seeing just how ready you were; you sunk down to the hilt, holding your tongue all the while

"you got all the way down this time. . ." kiri looks up at you, starry-eyed

"you must have been really needy, huh?"

you kept your cool, though if you were being honest you were just as amazed as him

you've gotten more adjusted to his size over time but you've only ever been able to get half way down

you wiggle your hips, and it was almost as if that’s what it took for you remembered what you just did

body already shaking, you attempt to get off but your legs had finally given up and you fell back down—you yelped, your head throbbing as the pleasure took over your senses

god, it's been too long

"woah! you alright, babe?" eijirou steadies your hips, the warmth of his fingers helping less than he most likely thought

closing your eyes, you offer a feverish nod

"alright lay down on my chest, hun"

"y-yeah—okay"

you 'very gracefully' flop yourself onto your boyfriend, finding the racing of his heart both cute and comforting—at least you're not the only one

"you feel so good" eijirou sighs, stroking your face

"are you fucking done?" katsuki rudely interrupted your moment

sighing, kiri answers, "yes, katsuki; we're done"

with a grunt, katsuki positions himself behind you, "relax. . ." firm grasp on your tense shoulders, katsuki begins to enter you

"f-fuck! that’s—. . .you feel so good”

“katsuki—fuck!”

this is overwhelming—even with them unmoving inside you

i can do this, it's fine

after your breathing had finally slowed, you closed your eyes

"okay, go" and immediately, you felt like you were going to cum

"god, i can't—i don't know if i. . .—if i can handle this"

"it's okay babe," katsuki says, "just let go"

"yeah—just—close your eyes" eijirou adds

your moans became whiny and desperate as your body shook with your orgasm

"f-fuck!"

"can we keep going, hun?" kiri asks, though his tone was pushing ‘begging’ territory

you only nodded, wanting desperately for your boyfriends to get their release

however. . .you were so sensitive

very sensitive, "ah—ah! it's too much!" fuck, i thought i could handle it

"no~fuck—i can't!"

the two men tensed at your words—well, more like word, since 'no' was what they understood—but that made it worse

"should we stop?!"

"no! fuck—please don't stop"

at this point, you couldn't see.

your vision was overtaken by a white haze

your legs shook, you couldn't hold back any longer

so you screamed

you had never wished you could time travel more than that moment.

but to your surprise, that seemed to turn them on more

"oh, fuck yeah!"

"can you do that again?!"

the two begin to fuck into your relentlessly, chasing that reaction you just gave

and you gave it to them; how could you not?

it seemed that the two of them were getting quite close as well

"can we. . . ? cum inside? is that okay?" eijirou looks down at you

tears flowing down your face, you offer an exasperated nod

"yeah? alright, hun. . ."

"fuck!" the feeling of warmth spilling into you only added to your pleasure

kiri was pretty much out of commission, but katsuki kept fucking into you throughout his orgasm

all of you relaxed your bodies completely, shuddering and shaking all the while

okay. . .that was. . .a lot

you were conflicted; you wished the three of you could've lasted longer but you also really don't think your body could take it

fuck, they're still very much inside you

when you tried to move—wherever you tried to go, there was pleasure

kiri takes a firm hold on your hips, "st-stop squirming, babe" he gently lifts you off of him setting you back down on top of him

pulling out, bakugou growls, "we coulda lasted longer than that, fuck!"

"shh, babe—"

"—don't shush me!"

"she's trying to sleep"

"well she can't go to bed all dirty, shitty hair!"

"you can just clean her off like this"

you heard all of that, but zoned out after awhile

that is, until, "ah!" you feel an intense feeling of pain and pleasure shooting out from your core

"tender, huh?" kiri coos

"uh-huh"

"sorry"

katsuki applied less pressure as he continued to clean your body

after he was done, you went back to being dead tired; it wasn't long before you were drifting off

however, not before you caught this:

"we love you so much, hun"

"don't you dare fucking forget that"

#my hero acedamia #black reader #anime #fanfic #smut #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader

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No Means Yes

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

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Chapter 5: In My Mind

Chapter Summary: The kiss did nothing but complicate things - on both sides. You just try to forget it, while Negan does anything but.

Wordcount: 3150

Era: Season 7 - Part 2 of the The One And Only Series -

Note: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

“Tree.” Eric says before taking a sip from his tea mug.

“Damn, you’re good at this game.” You joke with both of you laughing.

The two of you have been playing I spy with my little eye for a little while now. Today is surprisingly slow and you got bored during your guard shift, so Eric came up with the idea. There isn’t much you can do anyway these days, without your knives. What are you supposed to do, if you spot any danger, point at it? Nevertheless, you are welcoming the little distraction.

“Well, it’s been a tree for the last three rounds, so I thought I’d go for the safest choice again.” Eric tells you, still smiling.

“Smart guy,” you chuckle.

Eric is very easy to talk to and you two quickly became friends. He had his reservations towards you but still gave you a chance. He and Aaron are about the only Alexandrians who cared to actually get to know you, resulting in a lovely friendship you really don’t want to miss ever again.

With your legs resting on an empty crate, you snuggle back into the old patio chair. The little setup was Daryl’s idea when you two had your last shift together. Standing on the wall for hours on end was just too exhausting for you and he noticed. Last night when you came for your shift, you were surprised with the little guard post. To say that your heart melted would be an absolute understatement. When you thanked Darly, he just brushed it off with a ‘don’t mention it’. Typical for Daryl.

Eric takes another sip from his tea, looking back at the street ahead. Eventually he asks you, “You think, they’ll try something again today?”

“To be fair, they weren’t trying last week.” You pick your own mug up from the floor, warming your hands for a few seconds before continuing. “I didn’t get the inventory in time. As much as I hate to admit it, they actually were right.”

“Did Olivia finish the inventory this morning?” Eric asks, looking back at the still empty streets of Alexandria.

“Nope,” you tell him, “I did before I came here. She’s scared shitless of the Saviors and I’m not. Figured I should do it, so they would leave her alone and come to me in case they needed something."

With your eyes closed, you enjoy the warming rays of the morning sun. You two stay in comfortable silence for a long while. Eric turns around to look down the street ahead of you. An annoyed groan from him makes you open your eyes again. “There they come.” You follow Eric's gaze and sure enough, you find familiar trucks driving towards Alexandira. “Elli!” Eric yells at the woman down at the gate. “Open up!”

The other woman jumps into action, yelling into the town that the Saviors are there, before hurrying to get the gate open.

You make yourself as small as possible without being too obvious about it. Let’s hope they don’t notice me up here. The last thing you want for today is to have to interact with these assholes. If you had your way, you'd be safe and sound in your room but Michonne needed you to cover her shift this morning.

A few trucks drive through the gate, stopping in the parking lot, while two come to a halt just before the gate. Eric watches the ones inside, while you eye the ones in front of the gate. Alexandria slowly wakes up, with more and more people leaving their homes, ready to face today's pick up.

You’re about to turn around and have a look for yourself, when truck doors loudly slam shut. Your head whips around at the sudden sound. Arat, Simon and Dwight left their vehicle but you don’t really notice them. Your attention is completely captured by their boss.

Negan casually jumps out of his own truck, taking his beloved Lucile out before slamming his door as well. He glances through the gate at the street in front of him, before he eventually looks up. His eyes met yours and time seems to slow down. You tense up and the air catches in your lungs. His signature grin grows just a tiny bit wider as his eyes stare back into yours. Even with his men calling for his attention, he does not break eye contact. Only when Simon comes to stand right in front of him, breaking the line of sight, does Negan acknowledge the other man.

You dare breathing again, releasing a heavy sigh. Fuck me, I am so screwed. So much for staying unnoticed. Then again, the only way to truly avoid Negan is by being out of town during the pickups. After all, every time you have been out of sight, Negan seeked you out, no matter where you’ve been hiding.

Eric sits down at the crate, facing Alexandria and the roaming Saviors. You keep staring at the street leading out of the town, still somewhat scanning the surroundings for walkers. Or at least you are trying to.

“I am so glad Rick’s back to do the pickups,” Eric tells you, making you look at him, “Aaron was so stressed out when dealing with the Saviors.”

“Tell me about it.” You joke softly, resting your head on your hand. “A few more encounters and he’ll get used to it. Don’t worry, I'm speaking from experience.”

Eric looks at you with an raised eyebrow, “I’d rather have him not.”

You chuckle and suggest, “You guys know I can always come down and help, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eric says in a sarcastic tone. “Because you and them get along so flawlessly.”

You have to snort at that. “Hey, I am still alive, ain’t I?”

“True, I give you that.” He smiles at you.

The both of you continue to drink your tea in silence. Involuntary do your eyes switch between the street ahead of you and the men talking at the truck. You can hear Negan's voice, but can’t make out any words, not that you care, you don’t want to eavesdrop. Simon’s still blocking the view and you can’t make up your mind if you are relieved or annoyed about it.

Arat joins their conversation and Simon takes a step to the side for her to come and stand with them. Negan doesn’t look back up, he seems to be listening to the woman quite attentively. You on the other hand can’t tear your eyes from Negan even if you wanted to.

The kiss certainly did nothing to ease your crush on him. If anything, it only intensified it. You have tried for so long to deny you even had a crush, but there is no use in lying to yourself any longer.

It’s been a week but you still don't fully grasp that you kissed that man. The man who sent his men after you to hunt you down. The man who killed your friends. The man who not only spared but also saved your life. Fuck, why can't this be just black and white?

You felt so guilty after you came to your senses, when the Saviors left. You hate how easily you gave in, how your heart was pounding violently, how you felt all warm and fuzzy. How it just wasn’t enough, how you craved more.

“Goddammit,” you whisper to yourself as you pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing yourself to close your eyes and think of something else.

“What's wrong?” Eric asks, visibly concerned.

You turn your head to look at him with a bashful smirk, “I just think I need to get laid.”

“Pfft!” Eric almost spills his tea when laughing.

“Oh, shut up.” You swat him on his chest playfully. “You’re the lucky one in a relationship. Do you know how many years it’s been for me?”

Coming to think of it, was it four years ago, or even five? You can’t pinpoint the exact time, but you do remember it being pretty much at the beginning of your journey. Back in Atlanta,when you stayed at the CDC. You drank way too much wine and were absolutely shitfaced and so was Daryl. The two of you have been talking all night and fooled around, one thing just led to another.

The morning after wasn’t as awkward as you had expected. You woke up alone in your own room and once everyone met again for breakfast, he acted like nothing had happened and you just went along with it. To be fair, later that day you were informed that the building would blow up within hours, so your attention quickly shifted towards survival again.

But even after that, in all those years, not once have you talked about it. You don’t mind really. It’s been a good stress relief and you would not trade the bond you two have today for anything in the world.

Eric wiggles his eyebrows at you, “I’m sure, Spencer would be more than happy to scratch your itch.”

“Oh, I am so tempted to push you over the edge right now,” You tell him with narrowed eyes.

Eric muffels his laughter by trying to drink his tea. After a few sips, he asks, “How come? The topic, I mean. Someone’s on your mind?”

You blush immediately and bury your face in your own mug. “No!”

He laughs softly at your flustered state. “You know I can tell when you are lying.”

“I know I can’t lie for shit,” You look at your friend, pouting, “But you could at least have the courtesy to drop the topic once you see I am uncomfortable”

Eric just shrugs his shoulders. “Where is the fun in that?”

You shake your head with a small smile on your lips, “Sometimes I hate being friends with you.”

Eric just grins at you, “You don’t, you love me.”

All you can do is to weakly chortle. He is right, though. After a long sip from your tea, you look back at the trucks. Negan and the others have already moved on. Bummer. Again you nip on your almost empty mug, when someone calls your name.

You turn around to find Tara standing at the ladder, looking up at you. “Rick wants you at the pantry,” She pants, pointing weakly at the buildings behind her, “At once.”

You turn back at Eric with a frown on your face. Something's up. Eric must be thinking the same with his expression mirroring yours. You hand your mug to your friend before you go for the ladder.

“Please don’t do anything stupid." Eric whispers, worry prominent in his voice.

“You know me, Eric,” you smile at him, trying to ease the tension. “I’m reckless, not stupid.”

Once on the ground, Tara and you quickly hurry to the pantry. She tells you she doesn’t know what's going on, but giving the Saviors waiting for you, you know this can only mean trouble. Olivia is already awaiting you with Rick and Arat standing next to her. She looks so scared and you wonder what could have happened to frighten her that bad.

You enter the pantry and your eyes fall instantly on Dwight, who is standing between the shelfs with the clipboard in his hands. You can’t help but notice your backpack on the scared asshols shoulders.

“What's going on?” You ask no one in particular.

“The list of the inventory is incorrect” Your father states, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

“Incorrect?” You repeat confused.

“Yeah.” Arat confirms. “You are missing cans.”

“Missing?” You look at her in surprise. “No way, that can’t be. I counted the whole stock twice this morning.”

“Too bad you're not better than a third grader, then.” Dwight sighs from behind a shelf. “According to your list-” He tabs on the clipboard with a knife, your knife. Oh, he's gonna regret touching them. “You are short.”

“Or,” you fold your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. “You already took some before you guys counted.”

“Oh,” Dwight raises his eyebrows at your statement. “So you are accusing us of stealing?”

You roll your eyes at him. “How could I? After all, none of the things here belong to us anymore. They are all yours, right?”

Low chuckling behind you causes your shoulders to go stiff from tension. “That is exactly right.” Negan appears behind you and makes his way towards Simon and the others. “How many cans are we talking?”

“Eight,” Arat answers.

“EIGHT?!” You shout in disbelief. How can so many cans go missing? Maybe you miscounted, fine. Maybe by one, maybe even two but there is no way in hell you missed eight cans.

Dwight hands his boss the list and Negan quickly scans it before turning around towards Olivia. “Now. That doesn’t look too good, does it?” He takes a step closer towards her. “And whose job was that?”

“The signature looks like a ‘Grimes’ to me.” Dwight says, smuggly smiling at you.

Negan shifts his attention from Oliva to you, eying you for a brief second, before he looks back at the clipboard in his hands. Dwight just keeps smiling at you and it takes all of your willpower not to claw it off his face. “Then we’ll be expecting sixteen next week.” Negan states, looking at your father and handing the clipboard over.

Your eyebrows rise up at the high number. Lost for words, you look at your father who seems to be just as dumbfounded. While biting your tongue, you quickly turn on your heels and march out onto the street. You are seething from anger.

All eyes are on you as you make your way to the gardens. Rick looks after you with concern in his features. Simon just huffs a laugh at your reaction. “What are you all standing around here?” Negan suddenly asks as he looks around. “Get the shit loaded in the trucks. Chop chop.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Amber quickly grabs the blankets from under her to cover up her naked body when Negan climbs out of her bed. She pushes herself further into the pillows, away from him.

Negan doesn’t seem to notice and if he did, he is unmoved by it. He quickly picks his t-shirt up from the floor and pulls it over his head, when Amber suddenly asks, “Negan?”

“Huh?” is all he responds while grabbing his pants.

She shyly looks back on the floor, unsure if she dares to ask her question. When Negan's fumbling with his belt, her eyes slowly move up to look back at him again. “Who’s… who is Y/N?”

Negan’s movements stop and he looks at his latest wife for a short moment. She really heard him? Good thing he doesn’t care if she caught him whispering the wrong name when railing her. This would be awkward otherwise. Unbothered by her question, he leans down on the bed again to kiss her forehead. “No one to worry your pretty little head about.”

Amber doesn’t seem to be satisfied with his answer, but Negan carries on, ignoring her questioning eyes. He quickly grabs his jacket from the nearby chair and leaves her bedroom to make his way back to his own.

Once he closes Amber's bedroom door behind him, he lets out a long sigh. “Shit,” he whispers to himself as he walks through the empty corridor. He doesn’t mind slipping up the names, shit happens. No, what bothers him is that it’s getting significantly harder to keep Alexandria's scout out of his head.

It’s not the first time her face came up on his mind when he was with one of his wifes, but it’s the first time he actually lost himself in the fantasy. Imagining her instead of his wife underneath him.

Amber is by no means hard on the eye. She is beautiful. But not what he wants. Her skin is smooth and delicate. No bruises, no scars. Her thighs lack the small ridges of angry red and silver lines he knows he could feel if his hands run over the scout's skin.

Rick's daughter. Negan shakes his head. Out of all women in that fucking town his mind has to spiral almost nonstop about the goddamn daughter. How adorable she looked, when she was snuggled up in that stupid chair on the wall. How she pushed herself past him, when she stormed out of the pantry. God, she’s hot when she’s angry.

“Negan!”

The boss tiredly turns around towards the source of the voice. Fat Joey hurries around a corner to reach him. "What is it?" Negan askes in annoyance.

Out of breath and with his hands resting on his knees, the larger man says, “Arat. She asked for you. Down. At the storage rooms.”

Negan raises an eyebrow at that. It’s late at night, what could be so important to justify making him walk though the whole factory down to the lowest level? He dismisses Joey with a quick nod before he puts his leather jacket on, going for the stairs.

Arat and a few of his men are already waiting for their boss. “This better be about life and death,” Negan sighs, annoyed as all hell.

"Here." His lieutenant hands him a notebook and he reads the cover, ‘Inventory’. With an raised eyebrow he looks at the woman in front of him. “A worker saw someone sneaking around at our food section.” Arat starts to explain, “When she checked the list, she realized someone fucked with our documents.”

Negan’s eyebrows move into a frown as turns the notebook to the current page. The last row of numbers is blacked out with a sharpie and new numbers are written down below them. “Something stolen?”

“No.” Arat slightly shakes her head. “We’re not short, we’re overstocked.”

Negan's frown is morphing into a dark grimace, he better misheard her.

“The counting for the cans was adjusted from fifty-eight to sixty-six.” She crosses her arms. ”Eight cans.” The notebook scrunches in Negans tight fist. This can't be, he refuses to belive it. “The workers description of the man sounds exactly like-”

“Dwight.” Negan finishes her sentence and Arat nods in confirmation. That little fucker. He starts pacing from one side of the room to the other, trying his best to stay composed. Does the asshole even realize the situation he put the Saviors in, put his Sunshine in?

After a long moment and a deep breath, Negan finally turns around towards Arat again. “Put him in a cell. Maybe he forgot how comfortable they are. Give him a little 'wake up call' while you're at it.”

The woman nods again and snips at the other Saviors to get them moving, too. But before she exits the room, Negan orders, “Also, credit the worker fifty additional points to her name. Shit like that needs to be rewarded.”

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the sea around us; chapter fourteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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I text Kie after work and let her know that Rafe invited me to Midsummers with him, and she is excited to have some company. She hates these kook events, especially since half the island still doesn't have power after the hurricane, and she's right, it is pretty ridiculous, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited anyways.

I figure that now is as good a time as any to go shopping for what I'm going to wear. I don't want to spend all that money Rafe gave me because it was an insane amount- I've never held that much cash in my life. Kie gave me a run down over facetime as to what the dress code is like, and I take that into account while I'm shopping. Heels, and a formal(ish) dress. That I can work with.

On the day of the event, I spend pretty much the whole morning pacing around John B's, terrified. I'm definitely not going to fit in. I mean, even Kegs isn't going, and he is pretty much a kook at this point. It's too late to back out though. By 2:45, I'm sitting on the porch just staring at the driveway.

"Hey, Snowy, you hear that?" John B says, leaning out of the door, looking at me knowingly.

"Oh my god, yes." I laugh, standing up as he tosses me a can. "I am shitting myself, seriously." I chuckle, using a key to open the bottom of the can as John B laughs at me while he does the same.

"Aye! Without me?" We hear JJ yell, running up to the porch from where he was in the backyard working on his bike.

I roll my eyes and hand my can as he gets up on the porch with us, and John B reaches into the cooler and tosses me another. "What's the occasion?" JJ asks us and John B shrugs.

"I'll drink to that," JJ answers as I open myself a can. Again.

"I'm drinking so I don't puke in Rafe's car- I'm scared to death," I explain, laughing and shaking my hand off as some of the beer runs down my arm.

"Is this not more likely to make you puke?" JJ laughs.

"Yes, but not from nervousness."

"Ah, that makes sense." He agrees, and I hold out my can to cheer them. They do the same.

"To Snowy's kook initiation." John B jokes as we clink our cans together, making us laugh.

"To Snowy going full kook!" JJ adds, then we quickly down our drinks, throwing the cans into the corner simultaneously, as I gag from the taste.

"I don't know how that is your guys's drink of choice." I cough, covering my mouth with my arm. I look up, seeing that during our shotgun, Rafe had pulled into the driveway.

"Oh shit, guys I gotta run," I say, running inside to grab the bag that my dress was in and a couple of plastic bags with the rest of my stuff I need to get ready.

"Bye, Snowy, we may or may not see you later." JJ winks and John B elbows him.

"I'll be home tonight, I swear this time." I laugh, brushing past them.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure." John B jokes and I roll my eyes.

"See you!" I yell back at them, waving before getting in Rafe's car.

"Hey," Rafe smiles as he puts the car into reverse and backs out of the driveway.

"Hi," I smile back, folding up the dress bag on my lap. "I'm so excited- equally as nervous though."

"Ah," He chuckles. "Is that what the shotgun was about?"

"Yeah, John B is a great therapist." I joke.

"Oh, no doubt," Rafe says as we drive down the road, heading to Tannyhill.

Neither of us say much until we're crossing the bridge into figure eight, but I spent the whole time racking my brain for something to fill the silence with. "So, you didn't send me any pictures of the dress. How do I know what to expect?" Rafe speaks before I come up with anything.

"I thought you were joking." I laugh softly, looking over at him.

"Well, kind of, but I mean I wouldn't have been opposed to it." He shrugs, glancing over at me.

"Okay, well, it's green, kind of like a satiny material I guess, I don't know what else to say about it. Pretty average." I try and describe it.

"Oh, nice. I'm sure it'll look great."

I sigh a little and decide to just speak my thoughts. "I'm scared because, like, I don't know how to dress for nice events so like, I would literally rather die than be overdressed so I'm scared I'm going to be underdressed and I'm going to stick out and I don't want to draw more attention to you because you brought a pogue who's not welcome there-"

Rafe laughs a little and shakes his head. "See? You should have sent me pictures so I could have confirmed and then you wouldn't be worried right now." He says, reaching across and playfully pushing my shoulder, with a force so soft it was like he was scared I would break.

"Oh god you're right." I say, putting my face in my hands. "I mean, I asked Kie her thoughts but I just don't know."

"Hey, woah, it's fine. I'm sure it's perfect, but hey, take a look at Sarah and Wheezie's dresses when we get there and read the vibe and if you try yours on and it doesn't feel right I am sure Sarah has another one you can borrow, yeah?" He says, resting his hand on my thigh and giving it a light squeeze to reassure me. "Just don't panic."

"You're right. Yeah..." I say, pushing my hair back behind my ears and nodding. I don't have any reason to panic, but I'd still feel guilty and embarrassed about borrowing something. Honestly though, I feel guilty and embarrassed about how much money he had to spend on me to have me here and that I'm going to have to talk to lots of kook adults when I'm already at a disadvantage because they know where I'm coming from.

Rafe flips his hand on my lap and shakes his fingers a little, signaling for me to grab it. I do, with a blush spreading across my cheeks. I hope my hands aren't already sweaty. He squeezes my hand gently, turning his full focus back to the road ahead.

When we get to his house, Sarah comes out to greet me, holding a bottle of rosé. "Snowy!" She smiles, taking a bag from me to help carry it up to her room.

"Hey Sarah, Thanks." I smile back at her.

"Are you excited?" She asks and I nod. "Rafe, I'm stealing her now."

"Okay, yeah. See you later." He says flatly, walking into the kitchen as we head upstairs.

"Did I do something?" I whisper to her as we walk upstairs, nervous he's mad that I'm ditching him or something.

Sarah shakes her head. "No, to be honest, he's mad at me because he thinks I'm cheating on Topper with John B." She laughs slightly, closing the door behind us as we enter her bedroom. John B has been disappearing a bit recently, it's not impossible that Rafe is right.

"Oh, gotcha.." I reply, looking around her room. "You've got such a cute room," I tell her, changing the subject.

"Oh, thanks Snowy." She smiles, working on opening the wine bottle before pouring out two glasses and handing me one. "So- let's see this dress you got, yeah?"

By the time we're ready and Sarah put in the painstaking hour it took to curl my long hair, it's almost time for us to leave. We planned it out well because we had lots of time to mess around and just talk, and of course, finish the whole bottle of wine between the two of us. I already thought I was bad at walking in heels when I was sober, so this was a challenge for sure, but Sarah assures me I'm doing fine. "I admit, you do look drunk, I won't lie, but that makes it better because no one will be able to tell that it's because you don't already know how to walk in heels!" She giggles, making me laugh as well as I steady myself on her dresser. "Besides, everyone sixteen to twenty-five will already be drunk, and I give it an hour for the adults." I nod and practice walking back and forth a couple of times before there's a knock on the door.

"Snowy? Sarah? We're leaving soon." Rafe says through the door, not opening it.

"We'll be down in like three minutes!" Sarah replies, standing up from where she was sitting on the bed and working on putting everything in her bag.

"Uh, can I come in?" He asks and we look at each other and I shrug, nodding so she knows it's okay.

"Yeah!" She shouts back, going into the bathroom to grab something. The door opens slightly before he pushes it open all the way. He's wearing this really cute baby blue suit, and his hair is slicked back a little differently than normal. Fancier, if that makes any sense. He looks amazing. I notice he's holding a gift bag just before I look back up at his eyes, seeing he's already looking at me.

"You look nice!" I smile and he looks down at what he's wearing, shrugging a little.

"Thanks, you do too." He grins, holding the bag out to me. "This is for you."

"Oh-" I reply, taking it from him. "What is it?" I say, peeking past the tissue paper a little.

"It's not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?" He chuckles, leaning against the door frame. "Open it."

"That is true, yeah.." I giggle, taking out the tissue paper and pulling out a dust bag, putting my garbage on the dresser before I read what the bag says. "Chanel? What the f-" I start, reaching in and pulling out the most beautiful white purse I have ever seen in my life.

"Rafe, I-" I start, pulling more tissue paper off of it. "It's beautiful, are you kidding me?" I laugh a little, turning it over in my hands.

"Sarah told me you only had your tote bag for your stuff and figured something like this would match better. I also figured it would match your jewelry and stuff..." He smiles, and I look back over at my go-to tote bag. It is pretty beaten up, covered in coffee stains and the lettering which used to say "I Smell Snow" is almost illegible now. Kie had found it in this touristy shop downtown around Christmas time, and she and the boys just thought it was too funny to pass up as my gift that year. I love that bag. But Sarah and Rafe are right- it's not really the right vibe.

"You didn't have to do that.." I sigh. "But thank you. So much." I tell him, immediately wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him as Sarah comes back out of the bathroom.

"Do you like it?" She asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

Rafe hugs me and rubs my back, resting his chin on my head. "It's beautiful," I say again before pulling away, looking back at my friend. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can, okay?" I say, turning back to Rafe.

"Snowy, that's not how gifts work. Like at all." He laughs, shaking his head at me.

"Okay, well, I'll do it anyway." I joke, taking the bag over to where my tote is and beginning to move my stuff over.

We all head downstairs once Sarah and I are sure we have everything, finally ready to go.

"Juliette, Thank you for agreeing to come," Rose says, coming over and giving me a quick hug. It's so nice to meet you properly."

"No, thank you for having me. And it is nice to meet you as well." I respond with a smile. My mom has taught me a handful of things in my life, the most important being good manners and people skills. Sure, she'll throw something at me every once in a while, but I'm thankful I'm a well-rounded person because of her. "You look amazing. And please, call me Snowy," I tell Rose and she thanks me, as Ward holds out his hand to shake mine.

"It's nice to meet you, Snowy. Kegs and Rafe have told us so much about you." I take his hand and shake it.

"Oh, all good things, I hope." I joke, knowing that people love that one in these situations. He laughs- I think I nailed it. "It's nice to meet you too," I add, looking briefly up at Rafe who is standing with me. He looks stoic, avoiding his father's gaze.

"Shall we go? I've got an award to receive!" Ward says, heading for the door. I turn as Sarah follows her dad talking to Wheezie as they leave.

"We'll, uh, we'll meet you there," Rafe says, resting his hand on my lower back and guiding me out after everyone.

"Okay, but straight there, okay? No detours." Ward says, pointing a finger at him as he stands at the driver's door of their black SUV.

"Yes sir." Rafe sighs as we keep walking, leading me towards his car. Tensions are high between him and his dad, apparently.

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As we arrive just behind his family, and after taking what felt like an ungodly amount of pictures, we walk inside. I already feel what seems to be all eyes on us. Or me, more specifically. I wonder if Rafe is embarrassed- he probably should be. We make some rounds talking to people after getting some drinks, and Rafe hardly removes his hand from my lower back the whole time. I'm not sure if he knows how comforting that is for me as his family friends stare me down, asking me subtly rude questions about me and my life. After about twenty minutes, I spot Kie and give her a quick wave.

"Would you excuse me?" I ask, smiling at Rafe and the woman we're talking to.

"Of course." He answers before she could see anything, smiling at me.

"It was lovely meeting you-" I say to the woman and her husband before walking away in Kie's direction, putting all my energy into not falling and breaking my ankle.

"Snowy! You look stunning." Kie smiles and I hug her. "And that bag, wow, is it Sarah's?" She asks. Kie isn't at all into material things, but we always have our girly moments of appreciation for pretty stuff.

"So do you, Kie," I say, pulling away from the hug. "It's mine, apparently. Rafe gave it to me." I explain and her eyes widen.

"Well, ignoring the fact that Chanel tests on animals, it is gorgeous." She laughs and I nod, taking a sip out of my champagne glass which Rafe helped me spike with vodka since apparently, this club isn't in the business of serving liquor to minors.

"Thank god you're here- this would be a nightmare going through it alone." Kie sighs as we look around.

"Kie seriously I am so drunk right now I don't remember a single conversation I've had with any of these kooks," I whisper, making us both giggle. I wasn't that drunk anymore, but I figured it would brighten her spirits a bit.

"Hey- there's Pope! Let's go scare him." She whispers back, pointing outside where he's working on unloading a truck. I nod as we start to head for the patio door.

I wrap my arm around Kie's as we walk down the stairs and across the grass to steady myself.

"Pope!" I say, smiling at him as we grab his attention.

"Hey, ladies, you look great!" He smiles at us, his eyes landing on Kie. "Going full kook tonight, huh?" He laughs, putting down what he was holding.

"Yeah, I don't feel like myself." I chuckle, adjusting my dress.

Just then, someone in a server's uniform walks past behind us and Pope does a double take. "JJ? What are you doing here?" Kie and I turn, confused looks on our faces. "And what happened to your lip?" Pope says, pointing to his own lip where JJ has a cut on his.

"Hey, guys! I didn't recognize you." JJ says, stopping to talk to us. "You look like a bunch of kooks." He laughs, looking me up and down before reaching up to stick his hand in my hair and I smack it away. "And, uh, my dad, you know, he's got a mean right hook." He jokes, pretending to throw a punch, but none of us laugh.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, reiterating Pope's question as I look around to be sure no one is watching.

"I'll explain later." He says, waving as he heads for the door, stopping momentarily when the security guard stops him, but they end up letting him in.

"We should probably go monitor that, shouldn't we?" I say to Kie and she nods.

"See you later, Pope!" We both say, waving back at him as we walk up to the door.

We are let back inside, and I tell Kie I should probably split up to track down JJ, and I scan the crowd for Rafe's blue suit. There's no reason I can't hang out with him while keeping an eye out for JJ, right? I spot him and feel myself smiling as I see him talking to someone at the bar.

"Hey." I smile as I walk up, not wanting to startle him.

"Oh, hey Snowy." He smiles. A slow song starts playing as he introduces me to the man he was talking to, who grabs another drink and then dismisses himself politely leaving Rafe and me alone for the first time this evening.

"Aw, I love this song..." I frown, putting my drink on the bar and pressing my hands to my chest. I instantly recognize it as Taylor Swift's 'New Year's Day', over the sounds of everyone talking. I look around at everyone around us and the string lights around the edge of the ceiling.

"Want to dance?" Rafe asks, drawing my attention back to him.

I nod and smile, taking his hand as he holds it out to me and we take a few steps from the bar so we're not in anyone's way. He wraps one arm around my waist, holding my hand up with the other. It's hard to take my eyes off his smile as he gently pulls me closer and we slowly sway back and forth.

"I may or may not have requested some Taylor Swift, for you." He laughs slightly and I smile.

"That's sweet, thank you," I say and he takes his eyes off me to look around. People are staring, I just know it. I nervously play with his hair with the hand resting behind his neck.

He looks back at me and smiles a little, in an effort to reassure me that it's okay.

"Thanks for inviting me," I say again.

"Thank you for coming." He replies, not breaking our eye contact. "You look beautiful, by the way..." He adds and I blush. I'm hoping it's not as noticeable when I'm wearing makeup.

"Thanks." I smile. "I don't feel much like myself, to be honest.." I joke, looking down.

"Well," He replies quietly, leaning down a little to reach my eyes again. "I think you look beautiful all the time, Juliette."

"Oh my god.." I laugh softly. "Don't say that- I'll actually cry."

"Okay, sorry." Rafe laughs a little with me, rubbing my back gently. "I'm not taking it back though."

"I didn't take you for the cheesy type," I say and he nods.

"Right- I forgot. We're mean and scary." He laughs.

"Yep, that's us. Meanest and scariest in the room." I joke, looking around. "Everyone is so intimidated right now."

Rafe laughs at that and before he says anything else, we're interrupted by a commotion coming from the direction of the bathroom.

"And tell Snowy she looks pretty hot for a pogue!" We hear someone shout, and before I can even look up at Rafe in my confusion, he's letting me go and brushing past me, walking over to where that voice came from with anger in his eyes.

I follow behind him as quickly as I can in these shoes and am met with JJ swinging at the boy I assume who said it, a security guard having to grab him and hold him back.

"Watch your mouth, man," Rafe says, taking this opportunity to get in the boy's face, grabbing the front of his shirt and pushing him back into the wall. I think I recognize him as one of Keg's friends. I look over at JJ as he's thrown out the door,

"Hey, you can't kick him out!" I hear Kie's voice and I look over to see her standing across the crowd from me. "I am a member of this club and I invited him here!"

She is ignored, and JJ lands on the grass at the bottom of the stairs, looking up toward Kie and I as someone shouts at us, "Get out of here! Dirty Pogues-"

"Power hour at Rixon's, attendance is mandatory!" JJ shouts, ignoring them and pointing to Kie and then to me, grabbing Pope as he starts to walk away, despite Heyward's objections.

I watch Kie run down the stairs and after them, holding up her dress so she doesn't trip, and JJ picks her up and spins her in a circle as they all laugh. I look back at Rafe as he's being pulled off of that boy by his dad, who looks pissed. Do I want to be here to witness the aftermath of what Ward will definitely view as Rafe and I 'ruining' his celebration? Not at all. Do I want to go with my friends to this 'mandatory' meeting? Kind of. Should I stay anyways? Definitely.

I sigh as I pull my phone out of my bag, texting the group chat that I will meet up with them as soon as I can leave.

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