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school president and the troublemaker. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n ; hello ya'll it's ya fav daughter of hera writer, this fic is written while i listened to my 'old bts songs' playlist, you know i'm talkin' about you just one day!!!

warnings : cursing, teenagers (that's should be a warning), this is writed by according to my countries school rules so deal with it, also grover, y/n, annabeth and percy are my favorite gang fr, rival-ish friends to lovers??, percy beating the shit out of some guy, mentions of staring, blood, no kiss on the lips ugh

"i fucking hate mondays," the son of poseidon whined, crossing his arms on his desk and leaning his head on them.

the first two class was history, which it didn't made anything better for him. he was a math guy, he didn't liked reading and stuff. but you and annabeth seemed to really enjoy it, even though annabeth is literally dislexic while your adhd was messing with your head.

grover sighed in front of him, leaning his head back until it rested on percy's desk. "i know right?" he said, fixing his green beanie. annabeth and you sighed, rolling your eyes at the two lazy boys.

"oh please, today's class is about mythology. i'm going to fuck that bitch up," annabeth said, smiling at you. you smiled back, knowing how much she hated your history teacher.

"you're fucking every teacher beth." percy yawned next to you, looking at the blonde girl. "they all hate you at this point for real."

"don't care," annabeth shrugged, looking like she was proud of herself. which she was. "they should educate people with truth, not a fucking lie."

"speak louder queen!" you agreed with her, while taking notes to your clipboard. there was a lot of shit going on in this big ass school, and you didn't know why you wanted to be a president of it this much.

at the beginning of the year, percy told you that you shouldn't get ahead of yourself—meaning that you guys can get expelled any day. but it never happened, it was yours second year in this school. three demigod's and one satyr, in the same school for two years. they should write and teach this in history too!

you had a way of talking out of problems, so whenever you four caused a trouble, everyone acted like nothing happened because of the mist. you controlled it in some type of way, because you wanted to be a president of some school before you become an adult.

back to now, percy peeked from your shoulder to see what you were writing on the clipboard.

— TO DO LIST —

visit the art, music and sport club to see if they need anything ✓

send the principal the needs of the clubs ✓

hang the new concert posters to schools board ✓

check if the p.e class needs anything

meeting with the other members at 13.00, lunch break

take the list of needed books in the library and hand the list to principal ✓

help the teachers or principal with the paperwork or sending them to where they should go ✓ (done for today)

you tapped your pen on the clipboard, focusing on the tasks you haven't done yet. percy sighed next to you, getting overwhelmed with how much work you had.

percy and annabeth was in the president club thingy with you, annabeth was the leader of the library club while percy was the sport clubs. they handed you the lists you writed on your clipboard. percy joined you to skip some classes and spend some time with you while annabeth just liked to be in charge.

"i didn't know we had a meeting today," percy whispered to you as the bitchy history teacher came into class. you rolled your eyes at the boy, putting the clipboard away to open your history notebook.

"i literally texted it in our groupchat. but you decided to ignore it and write 'what are we doing after school tomorrow?'" you reminded him. percy was about to answer you, but the teacher started yelling.

"alright kids, today we're learning about the twelve olympians and their wars!"

the four of you tried your hardest to not laugh, instead sharing side-eyes.

"man, for the first time this class will be fun," percy said, resting his cheek on his palm.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

the class was indeed fun.

annabeth had so much fun fixing the teacher's every mistake while the rest of you tried not to laugh. but you took notes anyway. you wrote the notes in ancient greek for the gang to copy from you, since they had dislexia and couldn't read.

"you're the best," annabeth said, kissing your cheek as you handed her the notes. you smiled, blowing a kiss to her way as a response. grover sat next to annabeth while eating a vegan sandwich, and percy was trying to get a drink from the machine.

"ya'll have any more cents?" percy asked, angry at the machine. you sighed and stood up, giving a good kick to the machine. it started working again, dropping percy's blue coke with some snacks. you smiled at him, flipping your hair while you returned to your seat.

"like i didn't know how to do that," he murmured, taking his drink with his now free snacks. he gave the chips to annabeth while handing the m&m's to you. he took the fish cracker to himself, holding it in his mouth to open his coke.

there was this little table at the end of the corridor, right next to the food machine. it was you guys usual spot, and everyone knew it. except the lunch times at the cafeteria, you four always hanged around here.

annabeth rested her back against the wall, laying her feet on top of grover's lap. the satyr didn't mind, since they usually sit like that. your seat was in front of annabeth, as you rested your head against your palm, taking a support from the wall. percy leaned against you, putting his whole weight on you while he eated the fish crackers messily.

you paid no attention to him as you wrote something on your clipboard again. "did we have anything missing in p.e class? like some new basketball's?"

annabeth looked up as she thinked for a moment. "the new one we got apperantly blowed up, at least that's what james told me." you groaned, smashing your head -gently- to the table. "i fucking hate basketball team."

"same," grover said, eating percy's now empty diet coke. "they're like hydra's."

percy laughed at that, making a fist bump with grover.

"when was the meeting again?" grover asked after the laugh session with percy. you groaned again, head still on the table. "read the fucking group chat for gods' sake!"

"man, chill." grover raised his hands in defeat. annabeth closed her own notebook while handing you yours. "thanks babe." she said, patting your head gently. you only made thumbs up to her, leaving the notebook on the table.

percy sighed and sat straight, putting your notebook in your bag. he held you by the waist and made you lean to his shoulder, taking your clipboard away from you. "you've already done almost everything here, the others are useless." he said, voice soft.

you hugged percy's arm to support yourself and annabeth slightly smiled to herself. as your chin rested on top of his shoulder, you looked at the clipboard. "i know but the p.e class is worst than everything i did there, it's so tiring."

"i can help you, you know." he said, putting the clipboard on the table and looking at you. you pulled yourself away to look in his eyes. how those ocean eyes can held so much care in them?

"but you hate checking p.e class," you said quietly, hands still lazily on his bicep. he smirked, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"if it's going to make you shut up, then i'll be glad to help." he teased, and you can see it in his expression. you only rolled your eyes, smile betraying your fake annoyance.

"wow, what a nice man you are percy jackson." you complimented, patting his bicep. he flexed them while he gave you a cocky look. "i know pretty."

"i'm gonna throw up," annabeth said, still smiling. grover nodded, gagging playfully. you both sticked your tongue out to them, chuckling.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"that's it, i'm not fucking letting you help me through the p.e class check again." you hissed, making percy sit on the infirmary bed.

he fucking had a fight. apperantly some guy from the soccer team checked you out in that pretty school skirt of yours, and percy noticed it. you didn't know why he was this protective or annoyed when it camed to other guys, but now you had to deal with his bloody lip and eyebrow.

"he was fucking you with his eyes, what i was gonna do? give him a view?" he snapped back, his normally sweet shade of sea green eyes now as dark as a storm. you hated when percy looked at you like this. his hatred was easier to see. it wasn't towards to you, it's never towards to you. but you can't help but feel like you're being attacked too.

"nothing, percy. nothing!" you said, your own eyebrows furrowed. no one was in the infirmary because the school sucked at being responsible. you made sure to point this to principal too.

luckily, your best friend was a demigod, who can heal with water. but unluckily for you, there was no water near. so, you had to caress his wounds like the old ways. still, he healed much faster than a mortal could.

the moment alcoholed cotten touched his lip, he hissed. "what the fuck you mean nothing?" he said, but his voice wasn't loud. "you- you had a crush on him or something?" the last sentence camed out his lip weak.

you rolled your eyes at the boy, who's now had a worried expression on his face. you couldn't understand why, but he looked like he could cry if you touched him. "don't tell me you have a crush on that fucking asshole. you can't be serious, i mean- have you seen hi-"

"percy shut up for gods' sake!" you yelled and he jumped. it made you feel a bit bad, but he was not making any sense. you stopped wiping the blood and cleaning the wound on his lip, now starting to put some bandages on it.

"i don't have a crush on the guy, i don't even know who he is." you explained, now wiping his eyebrow. he didn't flinched on this one, instead he was focused on you. "but you can't just attack people just because they're looking at me."

"he wasn't looking, y/n/n. he was literally-"

"fucking me with his eyes, i know." you shushed him gently with your words, your eyes holding too much care in them. weren't you questioning his eyes back then?

you were standing in between percy's legs, and you both were face to face, even though he was sitting. his expression was soft once again, and his eyes shined like always. you held his chin gently while carefuly treating the wound. "but he didn't dared to do anything, did he?"

"i would like to see him fucking try." he hissed.

"believe me, he wouldn't." you assured him, now bandaging him once again. he had a confused look on his face, but one side of him telled him you were right. "those guys like that can do nothing but stare."

there was a silence between you two now. percy kept sitting on the bed while you put away the first aid kit. after that you camed back to your previous place in between percy's legs, hands resting on his thigh.

he gently held your wrists in return, thumbs caressing the place gently. the boy was in the other infirmary in school, since they didn't want to put him in the same place as percy. you wondered how was the boy, because percy was literally about to kill him.

"how am i gonna get a boyfriend if you keep attacking the boys around me?" you joked, and for the first time, percy didn't laughed. he still looked down on your now intertwined hands, looking like he was in some kind of a trance.

you didn't want a boyfriend anyways, you wanted percy. the joke was to lighten the mood, but to also see his reaction. you we're having suspicions or delusions lately, about him liking you back. and you wanted to get a real answer for yourself.

luckily for you, percy was about to give you one.

"i don't want you to have a boyfriend, to be honest." he whispered, his forehead resting on your shoulder. your cheek -you didn't know why- immediatly found it's place on his head, smelling the salt water scent he had.

"why? you wanna keep me to yourself?" you chuckled, asking what you wanted to ask for a long time in a jokeful way.

"yeah, actually." he said.

you frozed. you wanted to keep your actions as warm as possible for him to not think you would ever reject him. you did wanted to get some real answers, but not stomach flipping, toe curling and cheek blushing one like this. your heart beated so fast that you thought you we're having a heart attack, and your breath hitched.

"what?" you managed to ask softly, and your voice felt like an angel to his ears.

"i'm sorry i-" he choked in his own words, afraid to face you. he still kept his head on your shoulder, in fact; he nuzzled into your neck a bit. "i don't want to ruin our friendship, but... in some way i do."

you chuckled, and he felt like the weight on his shoulders lifted.

"i kinda want that too," you whispered back, hands now caressing his bicep. his hands find their way onto your waist, holding you firmly close to himself. his heart was about to pop out from his body and met with yours, just chilling inside your body instead of his. weird way to express what he was feeling, but percy was never good with words anyway.

"yeah?" he breathed out, his smile can be heard from his voice. your own smile matched his, so bright that sun would be jealous. "since when?"

"oh man, i don't want to answer this." you joked, and he laughed. that's the react you've been waiting for. "you'd think i'm obsessed with you."

he raised his face from your neck to look at you, his eyes shining as bright as the sky now. you loved how his emotions reflected in his eyes, making him not be able to hide anything. you knew him better than anyone else anyways, he was always an open book to you.

"oh please, i don't have the right to judge you when i'm this whipped." he said, making you laugh. "we're we even friends this whole time?"

you laughed harder. "you know what? i think the fuck not." you answered through giggles. "we we're just two idiots who pretended to be friends."

as you both laughed there, to your whole situation, percy hugged you tight. an air escaped your lips in suprise, but you were quick to hug him back.

"you don't have any idea how relieved i am right now," he mumbled to your neck, leaving a few light kisses there. your hands caressed his raven hair, massaging the scalp. "i love you, so fuckin' much."

"i love you too, seaweed brain." you said back quietly, kissing on top of his head.

he was about to kiss you on the lips when annabeth and grover barged in.

"finally you idiots!" annabeth said, crossing her arms and resting her back on the door frame. grover put his arm on her shoulder, smirking.

"it's about fucking time, eh?"

#haha #what is this #can u say the end is rushed??#i didn't know where to make them confess #i just want some k drama type of shit with my bae percy #percy jackson #percy x you #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #pjo tv show #annabeth chase #grover underwood

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grossditz · 8 months

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perv!bestfriend!taerae with a corruption kink...

you tell him you have a crush on jiwoong and he'd get sooo jealous so he takes matters on his own hands and brainwashes you that you are not the type of girl jiwoong would fuck. he would tell you jiwoong doesn't like virgin inexperienced little girls, he likes them whore-ish and dirty and you're the exact opposite of that.

he then proposes to help you. he'd take all your firsts while whispering nonsense and corrupting you that he's doing all this to help you. there'd be tears in your eyes because he's being so rough (he's really just feeling possesive) and he'd say this is how jiwoong likes it so you're gonna have to be good and take what he gives you if you want an ounce of your crush's attention.

taerae would buy you pink tight dresses, thigh highs, mini skirts, and doll you up with the excuse that it's how to get jiwoong to look at you when in reality he just wants to fuck you in them.

you'd be so clueless to taerae's antics, having feeling everything for the first time with him will have you forget about jiwoong's existence and you now just yearn to pleasure him. taerae would recite things that makes jiwoong hard while railing you and you tell him "what about you? what do you like?" and thats when taerae realizes you've fallen into his trap and that you're his

pairings｜kim taerae x f!reader

wc｜1.7k

warnings ｜ messy kissing，handjob，oral (both)，face fucking，corruption，slight cnc，crying，dom!taerae，sub!reader，tongue sucking，taerae monster cock，squirting，fingering，daddy kink，dumbification，taerae calls you good girl and pretty girl，not properly written (in form of thoughts while following the scenario)

an｜nonie..... this is too perfect. how can i even add to the perfection this is❔❔❔(this was a targeted ATTACK!!!! when it comes to kim taerae there is nothing but static in my brain he makes me so insane) i was going to gatekeep at first but this is too good i have to share (＞_＜) i hope you enjoy! ₊˚⊹♡

you would've felt bad if you declined his request.

i mean, taerae's your best friend and he happens to be the closest person you know that's acquaintance's with jiwoong. how could you not trust his words when he tells you jiwoong said himself you were just too innocent. too easy to start anything with. even if it did hurt you a little, things change. and you swear you would be the one to change jiwoong's mind. so you accepted when taerae offered to give you "lessons" every friday, ushering you off beside him after your last class of the day.

lessons started off really slow. he would teach you hand placements when kissing and in different positions. it embarrassed you a bit sitting so comfortably in his lap while his hands slightly dug under your shirt. but that would pass and jiwoong would like if you knew what to do right? then progressively he started getting rougher. fingers pressing deeper into your skin, hands seemingly more daring as he placed you over his lap, running down your inner thighs and up too close to your panties.

when he introduces kissing, hes telling you how hes heard all about girls jiwoong has kissed! saying you should always be prepared for the future. kisses you with tongue hands down. probably sucks on your tongue too (and gets so hard he has the urge to teach you how to suck cock but he is patient when corrupting you!). its so messy by the time he pulls alway, saliva connecting you together, and your hair all messy from the way he was pulling and pushing your mouth into his. and that was only the first kiss!!!!! other kisses with taerae leave your eyes rolling back and skin all hot. when you whine a little telling him you don't like how... wet everything is he shushes you and tells you thats how jiwoong likes it and to trust him :(

after kissing comes oral and god is that one of the hardest lessons! taerae loves you even though he wants to ravish you so he touches you gently. softly forcing you on your knees, brushing back your hair when look look at his big bulge. you look so cute :( he really intended to be nice at first! wanted to actually guide you and not just use your mouth like a pocketpussy :( but when he pulls his pants down revealing himself and he sees the way your eyes glitter and how you clutch your thighs together he loses composure! he coats his big fat (you will always see this from me when talking abt taerae sorry not sorry) with spit and tells you to open your mouth for him <3 (spits in your mouth too i cant believe i didn't mention this) when he places himself on your tongue, he ruts back and forth loving the sound of squelching.

"come on baby put your hands here," he guides your hands to the parts your mouth can't take before making you stroke him, "good girl.. jiwoong's gonna love you."

definitely calls jiwoongs name to get an emotional response out of you! because when he does you start slowly bobbing your head, sucking him down. he thinks you are such a liar saying you've never done anything sexual before! no virgin girl is sucking a dick she sees for the first time so good! so good he eventually starts fucking your mouth! loves hearing you gag idc. he holds your head down in place while he's thrusting so hard, hitting the back of your throat. you tap on his thigh to get him to stop but he sees how clear your eyes are, so watery and so pretty he just can't help forcing you down more. and he can hear your choked sobs around him but he just pats your head. "shh be a good girl. jiwoong won't like it if you tap out so quick." he'd say through gritted teeth. and you can do nothing but accept it :(

it's genuinely illegal to not talk about taerae and pussy eating. that man eats pussy like a beast!!!!! he spreads your thighs and i swear its like he's possessed. doesn't care that its your first time, just wants you on his tongue. he presses kisses all the way up your legs, and holds your hand while doing it bcs hes sweet sometimes! he so eats it over your panties. just to be a little mean! tells you hes just "getting you ready" but makes it so much worse with how sticky and wet you feel when he does it ! practically rips them off and manhandles you so your thighs are between his head (thinking abt face riding with him is fun too! loves it because he can just press you down and fuck his tongue into you <3) and he goes crazy on you. the first time he presses his tongue down, you're squirming and pulling on his hair. taerae has a big mouth and a sexy tongue and he knows very well how to use it! probably sucks you and shakes his head too. doesnt care how messy it gets. its like he doesn't even hear you when you're shaking and trying to pry his head away from your cunt going, "toomuchtoomuchtoomuch" and its not fair bcs he's doing this to you and you don't even know what the build up in your stomach abt to break is :(( and when you squirt on his tongue its like he falls in love. doesn't even pull away until you're crying and on your third orgasm! his face is all shiny n it makes you wanna cry more bcs what did he just do to you and why does it feel so good??? and you're thinking abt jiwoong n you feel so bad because theres no way he knows how to work his tongue like taerae. (its like you're the one that falls in love fr) and taerae misunderstands, pressing kisses on your mouth (and tasting yourself on him makes you swoon even more!) and telling you, "perfect. so perfect. how can jiwoong not like you after this?"

just thinking about taerae finally giving it to you after all this time makes you excited. ever since he made you squirt you've been thinking of him. you felt so nasty to always have these perverted thoughts about him randomly, always catching your hand down your panties when you do even though you don't know how to touch down there :( u don't even think of jiwoong anymore. he actually spoke to you the other day telling you how cute you looked in your mini skirt and pink bows but your heart didnt even race!

if you weren't already in love, you would be today. taerae had planned throughly how he was going to turn you out! when you do get to his bedroom he doesn't waste time on locking the door before he has your face in his hands and his lips on yours. you're taken by surprise, not expecting him to do so much so soon but you fall into him, matching his movements as he pushes you up against the wall. he strips you there, stretching out your new clothes and pressing your body against his.

"gonna pretend to be jiwoong okay?" it hurts your heart to nod but you do and taerae's immediately unbuckling his belt before flipping you over, bending you over his desk.

"fuck.. can't wait to use this tiny cunt," he whispers in your ear and it makes your pussy gush and you're so embarrassed (which is too much of an occurrence with him you actually think taeraes the one that likes it). you're aware when he drops to his knees behind you because you can feel his breath over your pussy and your legs feel so wobbly!!!! you nearly pass out when you feel his mouth on you, his long fingers pressing into your butthole.

"can't do it taerae....." you whimper, hands turning red from how hard you're gripping the desk. "jiwoong baby." he reminds you pulling away for a second and you could cry just feeling his hot breath anywhere other than on your cunt where it belongs. and when he starts again he's pushing two fingers in your pussy, not letting you get used to it before he's scissoring them inside and you're shaking and whining again. cant stop thinking abt taerae making you squirt when he eats you out and giving you one last messy kiss on your cunt before pulling away and giving you what you want. you have to beg him to pull out his cock :( sososo mean he is.

but when his dick slides into your virgin pussy and its all tight, begging for him to ruin it, its like he gets meaner. pulling your head back and kissing you with tongue, sucking on your lips and leaving marks all over you. hes so rough but its so good you dont even know if it hurts. rolling his hips into you so fast while fat tears pool your eyes :( he totally has you out of this universe. you'll be holding onto his arm thats keeping you up and you look so pitiful he wants to feel bad.

"aww pretty girl's gone already? did my dick make baby dumb?" he shoves your head down onto his computer mat and you're drooling and nodding along. didn't even realize you mumbled a "yes daddy." until he points it out.

"wanna call jiwoong daddy honey? he'd like that so much."

his dick is splitting you open, stretching you all the way out like you've been passed around before and he absolutely loses it when you're crying and babbling "wan call taerae daddy...." and repeats of his name. whatever happens to you after is all your fault.

you can't start a game you can't finish!

#i got a little carried away T_T im sorry nonie #taerae ୨୧ #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts #kim taerae smut #taerae smut

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xoxo-greed · 9 months

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Can I request for Riddle Rosehearts helping you “study” in the library

an: yep! I’m glad you asked, this might be short, but its the best I can do! Enjoy.

“lets study together” with Riddle Rosehearts —————————————————————

Your grades weren’t the greatest but nor the highest, but Master Crewels class was the hardest, luckily you saved a certain someone who’s now willing to help.

“Alright, what will you need for this potion?” Riddle says, as you slightly squirm in his lap, although he’s only like, two inches taller than you, he asked for you to sit on his lap so he can get a better view on you when studying to check that you really ARE doing what your supposed to.

But you can’t really ignore his now growing erection, god dammit he’s hard, this is the lowest point in your life, but the highest one in his. “Uhm.. your gonna need a.. uh-” “God how stupid can you be.” He interrupts, squeezing your thigh. “Maybe I can teach you how to pay attention this time, teach you how to deal with… distractions.”

What are you doing? One point it was just one kiss, now your bended over as he takes off your panties. Again, lowest point in your life. But the most pleasure-able.

“God so.. tight..” Riddle says in a strained voice, breath fogged up around him and he railed into you. “Finally gonna release all this frustration.. such a good student, now what are the ingredients?” He asks again, but your brain is fogged, moaning is lacked by the thought of someone hearing you. “O- ah- One.. I-.. One drop of frog blood?-” He pushes deeply into you. “Wrong.” He says, pushing you against the table and keeping it deep inside it, at one point reaching your cervix, even. “Riddle! Rid- No!” You beg, its too much, a knot in your stomach about to come undone. “Just a little more…” He groans, until you come undone around him, and also causing your gummy walls to turn white with his seed…

“This isn’t the studying I asked for…” You tell him, he kisses the top of your head “Well atleast you learned something.”

#riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland #twst smut #riddle x reader #riddle x y/n #smut

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slut4thebroken · 9 months

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Assorted characters x stalker!reader hcs

For some reason I’ve been obsessed with stalker!reader ideas. Like for any of my current hyperfixation crushes lol. So here are some unofficial head canons I guess

(Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Jackson Rippner, Spencer Reid, Stiles Stilinski, Bucky Barnes)

Jason Todd - You met him one day on the street. Some guy was being a dick and not taking no for an answer. When he started yelling, Jason intervened. And you’ve been in love with him ever since. You know that he obviously loves you too, that’s why he was so kind to you that day— that’s why he leaves his blinds open and let’s you watch him change after taking a shower. That’s why he was “careless” enough to let you find out his alter ego. Why else would he have trusted you so much to share that secret with you if he wasn’t in love with you too?

Jonathan Crane - Along the same lines as Jason. But you’re a student in his class. Everyday you sit in the front, your chin resting on your hand as you stare at him, mesmerized by his smooth voice and pretty face. You like the reaction you get when he makes eye contact and you don’t look away— he stumbles over his words and forces his gaze somewhere else while clearing his throat. His day to day life wasn’t particularly exciting, he spent most of his time on campus or at Arkham. But the one night he deviated from his usual schedule, you got all giddy and followed him eagerly. That’s how you found out your professor was the infamous Scarecrow. After learning that, you wondered if he’d ever want to test his fear toxin on you, leaving you a writhing mess for him.

Jackson Rippner - (I actually started a one shot with this plot lmao) You don’t know how a professional terrorist who stalks people for a living didn’t realize you were following him. It’s not like you’re very good at it. But you watched him watch other people, swooning when he became particularly violent on an assignment. You wondered how he’d react when he found out. Would he be flattered— impressed? Would he try to kill you? Or maybe— and this was your preferred option— he’d fuck you instead, making fun of you for being so desperate that you resorted to stalking him. He seemed like the kind of man who would enjoy degrading and humiliating you and you couldn’t wait for when that would finally happen.

Spencer Reid - Your genius professor with an IQ of 187 and three phds was entirely fascinating to you. You read anything and everything about him, including all of the cases he’s worked and any interviews he’s done. Once that wasn’t enough, you started following him around. He was so intriguing and captivating— the way he just ordered a coffee and handed the barista the money had you swooning. The first time you followed him, he had noticed you— made eye contact with you— so you made sure to be more careful. On days where he wasn’t teaching because he was away helping the BAU, you were incredibly bored and almost depressed. You missed seeing him every single day.

Stiles Stilinski - Stalking him was how you found out literally all of his friends secrets. You liked watching him talk animatedly to Scott from across the library, getting scolded by the librarian several times before being asked to leave. You liked watching him by himself, the way he fidgets with anything he can get his hands on and struggles to focus on whatever task he’s trying to complete, it’s endearing. What you didn’t like, however, was how he looks at Lydia. Every single time, you have to physical restrain yourself from walking over and bashing her head in, telling her to back the fuck off and leave him alone. Especially because she usually ends up making him sad. If he were with you, you’d always make him feel loved and appreciated. You wouldn’t act like some spoiled, airheaded tease (not the internalized misogyny lol).

Bucky Barnes - Stalking Bucky was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. He’s so in tune with his surroundings, knows when there’s a threat before anyone else does. He also knows when he’s being followed. So you resorted to casual stalking— going to the gym when he’s there, sitting in the living room when he’s there, arguing with Sam about what to watch. You also liked watching him through the security cameras in the tower. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but you could see the true, genuine Bucky. Not the Bucky he pretends to be around everyone else. This was the Bucky who likes romcoms, listens to music, does his best to cook, walks around in just sweatpants, not worrying about having to hide the gruesome scarring on his shoulder at the base of his metal arm— or any other scars for that matter. He has a lot of them and you ached to kiss every single one and tell him that you still think he’s incredibly handsome and pretty.

Part 2 with their reactions when they find out lol?

#stalker!reader #headcanons #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #i’m so in love #i need all of them

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firewhiskykiss · 1 year

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FIREPLACES | HJP / YOU

you start to think your friend harry potter is quite attractive.

a/n • idk what the fuck this is! my first time writing in about 5 years and i’ve also never written for hp characters despite loving harry from the age of 5.

theme • angsty and fluffy, i don’t write smut (for now!!!)

warnings • mentions of death, grieving harry, violence

word count is 4.1k, i wrote this in one sitting.

you weren’t exactly irrelevant, your name was at least recognised, however you were also perfectly and plainly ordinary. you didn’t have a huge number of friends at hogwarts, however you were lucky to be well acquainted with harry potter. you weren’t close enough with him to spill your deepest and innermost thoughts, but you enjoyed laughing with him on the way to dinner most evenings; you greeted each other warmly whenever you passed him in the corridor and even offered to help him with his homework on the odd occasion. it was a simple friendship - nice. your conversations never got much deeper than, “hello”, “how are you?”, “have you handed your essay on werewolves in yet?”, but they were pleasant nevertheless. the most you knew about him was that he had triumphed against voldemort (but who didn’t) and lived in an awfully dull neighbourhood called little whinging, but he never went into any detail about his encounters, you assumed that he saved those stories for his best friends ron and hermione. in fact, the more you considered it, you realised that harry was actually a very private, quiet boy, who said as little as he could get away with. sometimes when you said “hello” you felt as though you’d bothered him, he always seemed to have a sad look in his eyes, even when he was laughing his hardest.

you never really took much time to consider finding harry attractive, until you overheard two gryffindor girls oggling over his photo in the daily prophet on the way to your lesson one morning. you revised the idea in your head, and admittedly agreed that his eyes were really gorgeous, and recalled the times you’d caught his cold eyes in class. most of the time it was because he was deep in thought, staring at the wall past you and you happened to be looking in his direction.

professor slughorn was in the middle of teaching potions. you weren’t completely invested in the lesson because you couldn’t concentrate. your mind kept distractingly returning to the idea that harry’s eyes were infact really pretty. you turned discreetly to your right and saw him sat there. to your startled dismay his blue eyes were staring right at you. you weren’t good at things like this and sat there stiffening, knuckles turning white as you gripped the edges of your desk at your attempt to hide the fact that you’d been oggling at him like all of the other girls in your year.

when the lesson had come to an end, you heard harry’s soft voice call after you, because you’d been trying to hurry out amongst the rest of the bustling students to escape the embarrassment of the escapade at the beginning of the hour. as much as you’d wanted to, you couldn’t ignore him, you were supposed to be good friends, so you paused whilst teetering out of the arched doorway and turned on heel.

“hey harry.”

he seemed even more troubled than usual, and you immediately felt your stomach lurch. “slughorn’s loving you these days, isn’t he?” you continued whilst the conversation remained in the archway of the classroom even as the other students dispersed back to their common rooms.

harry nodded before slowly presenting you with his potions book. you were confused until he opened it to the blank page prefacing the table of contents.

this book is property of the half-blood prince.

“i’m not quite sure what this means.” you followed dryly, screwing your eyebrows together at the peculiar text, it seemed to have been inked in by a student.

harry hadn’t talked much yet aside from calling your name. his thin lips pressed into a frown and he shook his head too, “me neither. this book is the reason i’ve been coming out on top of the class”, your eyes found his whilst he spoke, “hermione would tell me to hand it over to slughorn, and ron might get jealous, so i thought i would show you. you’re easy-going.” your lips curled up at the compliment he had just paid you. for the first time, he’d confided in you before either of his best friends, and it gave you butterflies for some reason.

—

ever since your conversation with harry after potions, you two had been meeting regularly in the library. you had asked harry if you could copy the notes from the strange book into your own for academic purposes, and unbeknownst to you harry had agreed because he found your company oddly comforting.

this particular evening was unlike any other until harry broke the silence in a way that was strikingly unfamiliar to you. he started venting.

“being the chosen one isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” he sighed with comedic, adolescent frustration and pressed his cheek against a stack of books on the desk. he was watching your quill scribble away and fought back the urge to yawn. he was grumpy a lot of the time, he’d become a very temperamental boy in the recent stages of his teen-hood - it made you giggle. you put your quill down, and entertained his complaint by asking him “why?”.

he rolled his eyes and pointed at two fourth year girls sat in the corner of the library, “i haven’t gone a day this year without some girl coming up to flirt with me,” he consciously tugged the hood of his jumper closer around his neck, ”i think i preferred it when everybody hated me last year, to be honest.” you managed a laugh and put your hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“i can picture your frustration. i don’t blame them though.” you immediately bit your tongue, you hadn’t meant to insinuate anything, but luckily harry thought nothing of what you’d said and shrugged, still visibly annoyed. it was also uncommon for you and harry to engage in any skinship whatsoever and, realising this, you quickly withdrew your hand from his shoulder, pretending to tuck a tuft of hair back behind your ear.

by the time you and harry were ready to leave for bed that night, you’d long been finished taking notes, but you enjoyed small talk with harry beside the candlelight, and he enjoyed it too. by habit of his escapist nature, he’d been enjoying your company more than anyone else’s for the past two or three weeks because there was nothing complicated to your friendship, and he never gave you any indication of struggling so you never asked. harry liked that. he had a feeling that you probably knew he had his personal impediments being “the chosen one”, but you accepted them blindly with a kind smile, and treated him indifferently. it was all very convenient and comfortable. he was also starting to consider the idea that you had very nice eyes too.

—

and the school year continued just like that. you and harry grew closer than ever; you revelled in eachother’s company; you spent your evenings together in the library; you spent your mornings together in the great hall revising. most crucially, you were best friends denying the presence of anything more because you were both too shy. harry also didn’t want to risk overcomplicating one of the few relationships in his life that took his mind off voldemort.

in his time away from you throughout the year, he continued to carry out dumbledore’s endeavours and courted slughorn into revealing his vices. in the month leading up to this, harry had been distancing himself from you. although he thought it better to keep you at arm’s length from his business with dumbledore, he hadn’t been intentionally trying to avoid you, he was just so very busy. he felt guilty nonetheless.

you took harry’s absence on the chin, you knew he dealt with a lot of things, things he didn’t disclose in casual conversations with you because that would spoil the light-heartedness of the time you spent together. you took it as an opportunity to resume the studies you’d fallen behind on, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit… lonely. you hadn’t been on your own like this since harry had called for you after that one potions lesson.

reminiscently, you opened your potions book on the notes you had taken when you were with harry, and smiled fondly. but then your heart sank. it wasn’t abnormal to miss your friends, but what you felt was beyond yearning, you just kept it hidden from harry and the other students, not that harry had the time to notice these days. at most, he managed a quick “hello” as he passed in and out of the common room, until one morning he had disappeared altogether.

you attended breakfast alone. you attended your first class of the day alone. you felt so miffed that you decided not to attend your defence against the dark art’s class, in fact you were truant for the rest of the school day. the fact that you hadn’t seen harry at all today worried you immensely, even when he was busy he was always loitering somewhere about the grounds. yesterday he’d returned from hagrid’s fairly late, you guessed that maybe he was tired and sleeping it off, but a dark hunch that you had implied otherwise.

that night, your intuition summoned you to the astronomy tower, one of few places you visited for undisrupted pondering. your chest felt clogged with an indescribable feeling, it felt almost like a sixth sense, or something similar to unease. the sky foreshadowed a storm, you felt it in the humid air too. usually you would feel lost without harry, but for some reason the fear inspired an unusual confidence in you, and you balled your hands into two determined fists as you stared out over the grounds. it all felt nostalgic, the sweep of grey trees in the distance reminded you of the life that had inhabited the school when you were a little girl. you couldn’t decide why you were crying exactly. maybe you missed harry. maybe you just hated being alone. you soaked it up with the sleeve of your school jumper and turned to leave, and you would have done if not for the indistinct sound of footsteps.

you took off down the stairs and uttered a soft “lumos” to your wand, illuminating a pair of blue eyes, but they weren’t harry’s. your eyes winced at the mop of silver-blonde hair infront of you. the male you recognised easily as malfoy pinned you suddenly to the wall with his forearm and despite looking fairly scrawny, his forearm was bigger than you anticipated - you couldn’t move.

“what are you doing up here”, he asked bluntly, yet whispered at the same time. malfoy’s clothes carried a smell that you likened to an old cupboard, or dusty furniture. he was someone that you knew to be unpleasant, due to harry’s recollection of their quarrellings, but you had exchanged few words with him during your time at school. you weren’t aware of harry’s extra-curricular activities, and even less aware of harry’s speculations about malfoy. your expressionless face mocked draco’s attempt to scare you, you raised a cocky eyebrow and retorted, repeating the same question he had asked you.

“it’s none of your business.” his voice quivered briefly, you recognised this as fear, but ignored it when you heard the sound of someone apparating into the castle, soon followed by the sound of harry’s voice. draco’s head turned almost as quickly as yours. his plans had not accommodated harry. it was hard to say who was more staggered by this. the inches between you and draco were quickly severed when the blonde boy pulled out his wand and took up the stairs. you immediately thought it best to stay hidden beneath the floorboards, you didn’t think harry would take kindly to finding out that you were there, even though it was highly unintentional, he liked to keep you separate from his dealings. plus, it was late. malfoy was joined by a few unrecognisable characters dressed anonymously in black, and snape. breath hitched, you crouched behind one of the pillars and eavesdropped on the conversation happening above you, and it didn’t take you long to understand that it wasn’t going to be a friendly encounter, however it sounded unlike any of the altercations harry had previously described to you. you knew malfoy to be a snobby, sneering sod, but you hadn’t thought of him as an accomplice until you heard snape strain “avada kedavra” discernibly above the conflict.

you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a staggered, gagging cry. you felt as though you couldn’t breathe. you supposed this is what grief felt like, but it had all happened so quickly, you’d hardly processed the events you’d just heard before you felt it curdle with rage in your gut. harry was long gone, judging by his outburst you assumed he was chasing after snape. before he fled after the teacher, harry’s tone had become unrecognisably cruel, a tone that had never occurred to you in all the years you’d known the bright boy. it made you shiver.

you could still hear malfoy’s discordant sobs on top of the tower, so you confronted him quickly, casting bereaved spells at him with your wand. if harry knew you were involving yourself…

it didn’t matter.

“STUPEFY!”

he looked reluctant to engage in this duel with you, but that didn’t stop him from disarming you. your wand flew from your hand and you inelegantly dived after it. malfoy dived after your wand, simultaneously, and as you both landed on the floor with a thud, you raised your palm to his pale cheek and slapped him. it was so harsh that you felt your palm stinging too, but the pain didn’t phase you as you wrestled your wand from the slytherin boy’s puny hand. flecks of spit from draco’s mouth landed on your face because he was gritting his teeth so angrily, he portrayed a level of fury you thought was impossible for a 16 year old boy to feel. he stopped resisting you, there was something heartbreakingly defeated about the cowardly slytherin. you led slumped against a pillar opposite him, panting in a deathly silence.

—

harry couldn’t hear anything, besides the sound of blood gushing in his ears and a slight pulse. he recalled how snape’s cloak had coiled back and swept over harry’s exhausted body before the gaunt-looking man accompanied a cloaked woman into the dark forest.

coward.

he knelt honourably beside dumbledore’s lifeless body, caressing the man’s silver beard with his fingertips. it was inconsolable, his pain. harry only knew loss. everybody that he held close seemed to die and slowly the amount of people that he could trust seemed to be growing smaller, and smaller. with every loss, he felt a small part of the excited 11 year old boy he once was die too. he was too young to feel this way, it was excruciating, but even though he felt this way, he remained nonchalant and concealed what few tears fell down his cheeks.

you stood with the rest of the grieving students, but you felt scared stepping forward to comfort harry, it had been a good few weeks since you had felt close to the boy. he had his back to the crowd, it confirmed the trauma you had only guessed at for years every time you looked into his shy, blue eyes across the classroom. your heart ached.

you waded quietly past the others students as they held their illuminated wands to the sky above and lowered to your knees beside harry, his eyes didn’t meet yours. all magic aside, your held your friends’ hand with a human understanding of his agony and set your wand aside, squeezing his hand weakly with what strength you had left. he was never very open about his trauma, but he didn’t need to be at that moment, you collected his soft, soft sobs in your shoulder as you pulled him in against your chest and held him. you could feel how badly he was hurting. you wished you could take it all away.

and you stayed there holding him late into the night, long after the other students had cleared and returned to their dormitories. professor mcgonagall stayed with dumbledore too.

—

two weeks had passed since dumbledore’s passing. your friendship with harry wasn’t quite the same. it was common knowledge that you had been there on the astronomy tower, you’d also told him about your brawl with malfoy. you didn’t talk about much else after airing that, harry was reluctant to talk about what had happened, mostly because it was too painful, but also because then he would have no choice but to accept the events as factual. that also meant accepting that hogwarts would never be the same, accepting that everything had irreversibly changed.

conversations were duller than ever. harry had become even more temperamental. you often heard him lashing out late at night, when he was alone in his dormitory, or heard his footsteps on the cold floor in the common room when he went to sit by the fire to relieve himself of a nightmare or a terror. you recognised them as harry’s footsteps because you too stayed awake all night, and noticed that you never heard his footsteps returning to bed, and often found him sat there the next morning staring bitterly into the fire wearing the same damp pyjamas that he had soaked that night.

one memorable night, you were pulled aside before bed by hermione granger. you knew she was one of harry’s best friends, though you’d never spoken to her. you hadn’t anything against her, and you hoped the feeling was mutual, even greater than that you hoped she didn’t sense you as a threat to her long-lasting friendship with him. you weren’t like that.

you pulled your dressing gown robe around your body and tied it at the front as she began to murmur, “i’m sure you know harry’s in an awful way.” you nodded silently. “he’s never been keen on relying on people, you know. the whole time i’ve known him i’ve never seen him ask somebody for help. except maybe dumbledore…” she trailed off cautiously, even she treated dumbledore as a delicate topic of conversation since he had passed away.

she pulled her curls back into a ponytail and frowned. “but i also don’t think he would be so against relying on you.” you couldn’t help but feel as though hermione was suggesting you hadn’t been there for harry as much as you could have been. perhaps you’d neglected him through fear of seeming like you were prying when all he really needed was for you to try and persist. get through to him. you also guessed at the very obvious hint hermione had dropped that sounded as though both you and harry had feelings for the other that were unspoken for. you thanked hermione sincerely, and rushed down to the common room in your nightwear. you didn’t have any socks on, the stone castle floor was freezing.

you knew harry would be down soon, he came and sat by the fire every night without fail. you sat there too, melting into the sofa, hoping it would eat you alive because the anxiety was gnawing away at you. what if harry snapped at you? told you you were being troublesome or bothering him? when you saw his face descend down from the stairs to the boy’s dormitories, you regretted your instinct to come downstairs entirely. harry didn’t look bothered yet though.

he sat beside you quietly and sighed, pulling the collar of his pyjamas shirt away from his neck. it was damp from where he had been sweating already. without much thought, you stopped his trembling hand from tugging at the fabric and held yours clasped over his before opening your mouth, “i’m sorry, harry.”

he didn’t say anything. he looked like someone who’d heard sorry too many times in the past two weeks.

“we used to have fun together…” you started, unsure of where you were actually going with this. “i’m not here to pity you, like most of the others. i do understand, you know. not quite as fully as you, i haven’t been through nearly as much, but when i see you crying, harry, i…”

you brought his hand down from his neck and held it firmly in your lap, “i can’t watch you in pain and-“ you breathed and reticent as you were said very plainly, “i don’t mean that as a friend either, harry.”

you met harry’s blue eyes. they seemed surprised, although you weren’t sure why. he was brilliant, you wish he saw that. not brilliant because he was “the chosen one”, or because he was somewhat of a celebrity, but because of how brave and exceedingly kind he was.

“i don’t understand, y/n.”

“yes, you do.”

harry knew he’d understood you as well. but he hadn’t expected your friendship to take so much of a dark turn so quickly, he wanted to keep you away from that. and he didn’t like you seeing the vulnerable side of him either, despite however pleasantly intimate it was to have you comfort him. maybe this was enough, though. maybe this was close enough.

you were sat inches from eachother on the sofa before the fire. but you were close enough that he could smell your perfume. it made him smile. it wasn’t a big smile at all, unlike the huge grins that practically stretched to his ears when he was a little boy. but it was a smile nevertheless. he also decided against fighting the urge to smile because your determination made you that much prettier.

eyes straying, harry made a confession of his own, “do you know what i could smell when slughorn took the lid off of the amortentia in potions?”

“what?”

“something a bit like honeysuckle”, he paused, smiling into the fire, “i didn’t recognise it until you held me two weeks ago. i’d never gotten close enough to notice that you smell like that.”

your mouth fell open slightly but conscious that you were catching flies, you quickly shut it and smile too. this conversation suddenly felt nice, unlike the tension that had been brewing between you previously. you felt warm again, just like you had done when you shared your evenings together in the library.

“i’ve liked you for a long time, harry, but i didn’t want you to think i was taking advantage of you.”

“why would i think that?” suddenly his bushy, black eyebrows were knotted together above his nose.

“all that talk of you being “the chosen one”, i didn’t want you to think that’s the only reason i took any interest. especially when you despised other girls for that very reason.”

he scoffed, you were right, those girls had been awfully annoying. he turned his head slightly, commanding a shy pink colour to creep into your cheeks. even when you and harry had been at your closest, you became bashful when he held eye contact with you, it felt very intense. without giving any thought to his actions, he cupped your face with one hand and brought you in for a kiss.

it was a very slow kiss, his thin lips slotted in gently against yours. you’d never contemplated what harry was like as a kisser but he exceeded all of the expectations. it was a nice feeling. warm. your pining hands reached for his pyjama shirt and tugged longingly at the fabric, not in a suggestive manner but as a means of saying that you had waited so long to feel harry surrender like this. it didn’t last for very long, he pulled away with a sigh and pressed his forehead to yours, glasses falling further down the slope of his nose. harry felt like a normal teenage boy and for a moment failed to remember that he was really a wizard and his life was really about to change for the worst now that dumbledore was gone and voldemort was back. you were still forehead-to-forehead, breathing florally against his mouth when he realised that soon he would have to confront his new reality.

for now, harry wanted to remain ignorant for a while longer.

#harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry james potter #harry potter fanfiction #hjp #<3 #harry potter fic #draco x you

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godlygreta · 4 months

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god is fair | j. t. kiszka

title | god is fair

word count | 7.7k

warnings | swearing, mentions of alcohol - nothing too terrible... yet ;)

author's note | i've had this in the chamber for some time now, i just lost the inspo to write, which is why i haven't in a long time. this isn't a promise that i'll post more fics as they come to me, seeing as i'm a senior in college who has a fuck ton of other things to do. there will be a part 2 to this fic, but i couldn't tell you when it's coming :)

also, very much so listening to god is fair, sexy nasty by mac miller while writing this & starting the next part, so take that as you will ;)

unedited as hell so pls excuse any mistakes !

You always had this rivalry since the beginning of freshman year. This guy, Jake, would never show up to any of the classes the two of you had together, but always got the highest grades on every single goddamn exam that your Intro to Bio professor gave out. It infuriated you.

You figured that in the spring semester, you would be freed from the disappearing boy, but you weren’t. While the teacher called roll, everyone shouted out here. She landed upon his name, calling out to the class and looking through the rows of students. He had been there for orientation, sitting in one of the middle rows, slouched in his seat.

You planned to confront him the next day you had class together, on Wednesday, but Jake was nowhere to be found. Your roommate and your friends had heard your exhaustive theories as to why he was never in class. “Babe, you sound insane. Just let it go.”

But you couldn’t.

Competition lived deep within your roots, having an entire competition with the second top student in your graduating class in high school. Though the rage held between each other was never taken far outside of the academic realm, the two of you never thought to be friends and encourage one another. Thankfully, the two of you resolved the competition when the two of you realized you would be going into two very separate fields of study in college.

Camren, who knew she was going to be a chemist from the time she first learned about chemistry, had told you she loved the competition – made it fun and kept things interesting. And there you were, going to school for Pre-Med with the same feeling. The two of you kept in contact, updating each other on the strive for greatness in college as well.

You kept a close relationship with a lot of your teachers, making sure to get on their good side before classes had really begun. You emailed most of them, especially your Anatomy and Physiology professor, Dr. Sahnya Heinz.

She was incredibly skilled in her field, leaving the active medical field to teach the new and future minds of medicine. It was a cliche line she delivered on the first day, but it encouraged that familiar competitive fire that dwelled within you.

You don’t quite remember how you came to figure out that Jake was ahead of you, but you had found out somehow from your professor, although it was an accident.

It made everything in you burn with anger and frustration. Anytime someone mentioned him, or mentioned the fact that you were second, you clenched your jaw and your teeth gritted together. Your friends had an inside joke that you were only mad because you had a huge crush on him.

“I barely even know what he looks like, Mel! I fucking hate the guy. Don’t start shit.” You’d plead, beer can in your hand in the lounge of some fraternity floor.

Over the next few semesters, you kept trying your hardest, spending most of your free time in the library, reading everything that you could to prepare for every exam. You wrote papers early, having them done at least three weeks in advance. As soon as you would be told about a new one, you’d immediately start finding sources.

You sauntered around campus, thinking that you would be way ahead of him. He still never showed up to any classes, aside from orientation and exam periods. You’d stare at him for a few moments while the teacher passed out the exam, looking over his face as much as you could.

His long hair would obscure your vision on occasion, making it hard to catch any of his features at all. From what you could see though, he had nice, full lips. His nose was something you could have stared at the entire exam period.

You watched him as he licked his lips, whispering a thank you to Heinz before grabbing his pencil from his desk and getting to work. You looked away from him as soon as Heinz put your exam on your desk, offering her a small smile and a quick thank you before getting to work.

It was almost spring break, meaning some of your assignments had been slowing, some of them had been increasing. A group of your friends from different majors told you about one of the lounge parties a fraternity on campus was throwing. “Sigma Tau has the worst lounge parties, Tamia. You know this.”

“They’re joining forces with the Delta’s though, so it’ll be better than normal! You have to come, you’ve always got your nose in a book. You haven’t drank with us in so long, I forget what you’re like when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t know… I need to work on this Midterm paper I have in Kainz’s class, it’s due next week.”

“Babe, it’s been done for weeks! You just keep editing it trying to find mistakes and there are none! I’ve literally read it five times. Please, go out with us, just tonight?”

You looked between Tamia and Mel, knowing in the end you would give into them anyways. “Ugh, fine! Tonight, and tonight only, just this once. If I don’t like it, though, I’m leaving and going to bed early.”

“You’ll have so much fun, I swear!” Mel and Tamia looked between each other, sharing expressions of excitement and happiness on their faces. You rolled your eyes, standing up from your chair.

You let them raid your closet, trying to throw something together quickly. Most of the time, Tamia and Mel never obeyed the dress code for the lounge parties, hating the idea of giving into the male gaze of the fraternity brothers. Tonight, however, was a bit different. The theme was Western, meaning it was cowboy hats and very tiny shorts.

You looked over the outfit that laid out in front of you, straw cowboy hat that Tamia had bought from Amazon (one for each of you), a pair of short shorts that may or may not show your ass a bit, and a red bandana top that Mel let you borrow last semester that you forgot to return. “I don’t know about this. I don’t even have the right shoes.”

“You forget we wear the same size, bitch, you’re going. No backing out.” They joked, tossing you a pair of white boots. “Just put that shit on while we heat up the curling iron, okay?”

“Fine, fine, okay.” You peel off your shirt, throwing on the one they picked out. Next to go were your pajama pants, which were replaced by the shorts. You kept the same socks on, knowing that nobody would see them anyways with the boots going up to the middle of your calf muscle. “I look fucking ridiculous.”

“You look fucking hot, now sit down while we do your hair and makeup,” Mel spoke, pulling out your desk chair while Tamia smiled wickedly with the curling wand in hand. You were nervous, looking at the both of them, but the good kind that settled under your skin and was left hidden behind the smallest smile.

You talked about upcoming exams with them while they did your hair and makeup, much to their dismay. They attempted to fill you in on the various drama situations going on around campus while you had been heavily plugged into your textbooks. You gasped often, finding shock and awe in some of the things they had been telling you about classmates.

They spoke about Jake, letting it slip that he had been planning on attending the party, joined at the hip with one of the girls he had been rumored to have been dating. One of the many. “Ugh, he just sounds like a douche. Gives me even more reason to hate him.”

“We’re not feeding into your delusion that he’s some douchebag. Dropping it.” Tamia spoke, putting her hands up in a surrender. Mel laughed, pulling away from you with an eyeliner pen in hand. “Maybe we’ll get you drunk enough to admit you like him.”

“I don’t like him, and I thought we were dropping the topic.” You looked at Tamia in the mirror, watching her face deadpan as she looked back at you.

“I have something hot in my hands, don’t be rude to me.” The three of you laughed, getting back into the rhythm of getting ready. You let them do their thing to you, curling the last bit of your hair and putting the finishing touches of highlighter on your brow bone.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, marveling at the job they did. You thanked them for getting you all dolled up, watching them change into their outfits. It was mostly just them taking off the sweats they were wearing, throwing them over the back of your desk chair. You took a few pictures with them in your mirror before finally deciding to head out.

The party had started a half an hour ago, walking into the party late like most people did. The three of you got in easily with matching the dress code, immediately looking for the drinks table. The boys in charge handed the three of you a free shot of anything you wanted. Mel chose for you, starting the night out roughly with a shot of Svedka.

You grabbed a Sprite from one of the boys in one hand, the shot of Svedka in the other. The three of you tapped your glasses together before downing the shot. The alcohol burned as it slipped down your throat, trying to soothe it with the taste and coolness of the Sprite. You shook a bit, throwing the cup away in a nearby trash can.

“That was fucking gross, I hate you so much for choosing Svedka.”

“I could’ve chosen something even more nasty, like Jack.” Mel laughed, leading the three of you over to a section in the lounge where you could stand a decent enough distance away from one another, instead of being piled on top of one another.

“I would have rather taken a shot of Jack, Mel.” You spoke, sipping more of your Sprite. Tamia pointed out a few of the people they had talked about earlier, letting you put names to faces.

In the midst, two of the Sigma brothers decided to start a dance battle, capturing the attention of those around them. Everyone joined in, gathering around the two guys. Mel and Tamia joined too, but you had slipped out of their grasp by telling them you had to use the bathroom.

You were happy to escape the party, sneaking out with a bottle of Smirnoff the boys had left unattended. You walked outside, taking a deep breath in. You were thankful to be met with the smell of fresh air, not smelling sweat and booze everywhere. Your peace and tranquility was ruined by someone’s voice, “Well, don’t you look adorable.”

Your head snapped towards the voice, seeing Jake sitting up against the bike rack with a cigarette between his fingers. “Shut up.”

“What? I can’t compliment you?”

“No,” you started, crossing your arms with the bottle still in your hand. “No, you can’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I hate you.” Jake looked at you, up and down, taking a drag of his cigarette. You screwed off the cap of the bottle, taking a pull. You tried your hardest to not make a face, looking away slightly when the familiar sting settled in your throat.

“Why do you hate me? I’ve never spoken to you before.”

“Do I have to have a reason?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“Suppose not. But if I knew why you hated me,” he tossed his cigarette butt on the ground, stomping on it with his boot. “Then maybe I could find a way to make you not hate me.”

“Unless you flunk your next exam, I guarantee that won’t happen.”

“Oh, I get it.” He chuckled, standing up from the bike rack he was leaning against. He grabbed his cigarette butt up from the ground, tossing it into the nearest garbage can. He turned towards you, staring at you with his brown eyes. “You’re just mad because I’m smarter than you.”

“You’re never in class. You shouldn’t be ahead of me.” You glared at him, lips moving into a frown.

“Just because I’m never there doesn’t mean I’m not getting the information. I work five, sometimes six days a week. We only have class three days a week. Typically, I gotta work those days. Heinz sends me the powerpoints and the assignment notes so I never miss anything.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you even work then?” You asked.

He chuckled, fingers brushing yours that were wrapped around the bottle. “Now if I told you that, it would ruin all the fun,” he looked you up and down once more, licking his lips slightly. “Well, maybe I’ll see you and your bottle inside.”

You waited til the doors closed behind him to roll your eyes, and huff outwardly. You took the bottle of Smirnoff, turned on your heels and walked towards your dorm hall. You hated Jake. You really hated Jake.

—

Your midterms came and went. The stress decreased slightly, but only to be raised again as the end of the semester loomed around. Assignments started piling up, various papers and presentations due all around the same week. Since the end of Spring Break, you had been holed up in your room, left to your mountains of homework.

Your Microbio class had a presentation due that coincided with the research project you had been working on all semester long. Human Anatomy and Physiology (or affectionately known as BIO 312) had a major cumulative exam on the entire semester, which stressed you out more than any other homework assignment or exam you had.

Thankfully, your school held an all day event that attempted to boost the morale of the students on campus. Filled with a bunch of free things, you took advantage of everything offered.

Lined up on tables were various student organizations set up, with their own little games and prizes. A few of them had speakers that played the music they wanted to listen to, all speakers attempting to outman the other. However, the one that ended up winning was a tie dye station located in the lawn, handing out free t-shirts to dye.

One of the guys at the tie dye station had a wide smile on his face while his hands were dripping with dye. Setting your prizes down at a table where Tamia and Mel had put their things, you walked over to him. He welcomed you over with a smile, “Hey! Lookin’ to tie dye?”

“Yeah, I’m a medium.” You smiled at him, blocking the sun with your hand. He called over to Benny, asking him to pull a medium out for you. Benny handed you the shirt with a smile. “I’ve never dyed anything before.”

“Never?! That’s a crime against mankind, darlin’, let’s get this shirt dyed.” He spoke, talking you over the colors in each of the buckets. He explained to you some basic color theory, although you had remembered that from your high school painting class, you didn’t stop him; he was pretty when he spoke.

The curls on his head stuck out from the shaved sides, the gold of his earrings stood out underneath the blistering April sun. He licked his lips often, using the back of his hand to wipe sweat from his forehead. He helped you pick out the style you wanted, making sure the rubber bands were placed exactly where you wanted them. “I’ll dip them in the bucket for you so you don’t get your hands dirty.”

“Thank you. I could’ve managed on my own, but I definitely appreciate it.”

“Of course. What’s your name?” You offer up to him, before he lets out a chuckle. You question him with a pull of your eyebrows. “Jake talks about you.”

“You know Jake?”

“Yeah, he’s my twin.” As soon as the word left his mouth, you could see the resemblance; you almost scolded yourself for not realizing it sooner. They were similar, especially in their features and their eyes, although the two of them had very distinct color differences. Josh, as he told you after dropping the bomb on you, had warmer eyes, filled with caramel colored hues of brown in relation to Jake’s colder tones; his eyes were a darker shade of brown, with the occasional gleam of flirtation laced within the reflection.

He spoke quite differently from Jake, mostly just with the sound of his voice. It matched their eyes, their personalities. Josh’s bright, bubbly stature followed in his voice, almost theatrical as he spoke. “I guess that makes sense, you two do kind of look alike. Minus the hair, of course.”

“Well, of course. Mine’s better,” you liked that about him - how kind his tone was. You attempted to grill him about what Jake was saying about you, curiosity flowing violently through your bloodstream as if it lit your body on fire. “He just says that you’re second in the Bio class you have with him, and that it makes you mad.”

“It does, Jake’s never there. I’ve seen him three times, and two of those times were for exams.” Josh wrung out the part that had been soaking in the dye for a bit, watching the water fall back into the bucket.

“Yeah, it’s cause he’s working all the time, if I’m honest. Jake stays home during the week to work at the nursing home in our hometown. We don’t really have a large CNA population, most of the people who work there are highschool kids, so Jake’s really been their guy. Especially since high school, as soon as he graduated he moved to full time. All the old ladies love him.” He snorts, dipping your shirt into the blue dye.

“I didn’t know that.” You thought he was lying about where he was, which is why guilt started to eat away at you. You felt terrible for making assumptions, but you couldn’t take any of that back now.

“Jake doesn’t talk to a lot of people, but we love him anyway.” You chewed at your bottom lip, rethinking your opinion of Jake. “You goin’ to the concert later tonight?”

“Hadn’t decided. Mel and Tamia want to, so I’ll probably end up going. Are you?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll probably go.”

“Do you know who’s playing?”

“Some local band I think? I’ve heard a lot of the girls think the frontman’s pretty handsome.” He spoke with a smirk. You promised him you’d go, just to see if the girls had been right. He handed you your t-shirt to hold while he grabbed you a plastic bag. He also handed you a piece of paper with instructions on how to take care of your new tie dye.

“Make sure when you wash it, you wash it by itself. Otherwise, you’ll dye all of your other clothes and believe me, you don’t want that,” he chuckled, as if he was speaking from experience.

You thanked him with a warm smile, waving to him before returning to your room. As soon as you got back, you opened your window, allowing the air flow to travel inside. It kept you cool, allowing you to walk around comfortably with a t-shirt and shorts on. You put your plastic bag in the closet of your room, writing on your white board to remember to take it out and wash it tomorrow.

You texted Mel and Tamia, knowing that Mel would probably have some smart comeback about why you want to go to the concert. It wasn’t that you didn’t join them on nights out, you just had a lot riding on your academic success. Not only because you were the first one in your family to go to college, but also because of your mass of scholarships that only continued to flow if your GPA was at a suitable level. Anything below a 3.2, and you would lose almost all of them.

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

Are we going to the concert tonight?

From: The 3 Dumb Sluts - Mel

Are you offering to come with us without us needing to beg and plead for you to join?

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

Don’t make me take it back, Mel

From: The 3 Dumb Sluts - Tamia

We’re absolutely going. Come to mine whenever you want to get ready :)

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

The doors open at 8 right? I’ll be over about 5:30-6ish. Gotta finish up this paper for Heinz real quick

You locked your phone before they could scold you for doing homework on a day that was designated for relaxation and recuperation. You pulled out your Anat and Physio binder, pulling out the sources you printed off in the library. You ran through the last one with a blue highlighter between your teeth.

You set an alarm on your phone for five o’clock, saving enough time for you to shower. You were about halfway through the last page when your timer went off. You silenced it, attempting to hurriedly finish highlighting the page. The article was placed onto your desk, highlighter returned to the cup on your desk filled with various writing utensils.

You pulled out your shower caddy, putting it on top of your dresser before pulling out your robe. You laid it over the edge of your bed, removing all of your clothes. You threw them into your hamper and put on your robe. You slipped on your slides, grabbed your caddy and traveled to the bathroom.

Underneath the uneven streams from the showerhead, you thought about Jake.

Maybe your first impressions of him were wrong. When Josh told you about the nursing home back in their hometown, you felt instantaneously bad for assuming that he just never showed up. You knew from what Jake had told you, that he had work, but you figured that was just an excuse.

You bit at the skin of your lips, hands on your shoulders as you soaked the warmth of the water in. You were pulled out of your thoughts very quickly as someone flushed the toilet, making the water fade in from super hot to super fucking cold. You hated the school’s water system.

You finished your shower quickly, drying off with the towel slightly before putting your robe on and throwing your hair up into your towel. You walked back into your room, locking it behind you. You set your caddy back where it originally was.

You threw on a pair of jean shorts that hadn’t seen the light of day since early October, pairing it with a long sleeve shirt that you had gotten back in high school for Christmas. It was plain, brown, but hugged your body well. The sweatshirt debate lasted a few seconds before you remembered how hot it was going to be outside. A record temperature for mid-April, almost 80 degrees outside.

When you checked your phone getting back from the shower, it was just barely five thirty. You texted the groupchat again, asking if it would be cool to come over a half an hour earlier than you had originally said. You knew it was a dumb question, you would always be welcome in their room. You chuckled at Mel’s response of, “Are you fucking dumb? Of course you can come over. Bring wine if you have any left! No carry-in’s allowed at the concert.”

You put your phone down for a second and slipped on a pair of shoes that were comfortable enough for you to stand in for a long time. They used to be white, but had gotten progressively dirty from the years of use. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and slid a few different bottles of wine into your backpack, separated by extra clothing so the bottles didn’t clink together.

You walked down the stairs, out the door and over to the other dorm building across the walkway. You scanned your keycard to get into the building, walking through the hallways waving to the RA on duty, McKenna. She had been in a few of your classes and was always incredibly nice.

Her room this year was actually a few down from where you were living. McKenna was a great RA, knowing exactly how to handle the rowdiness of the floor while still keeping the resident’s respect. She didn’t bother them unless she needed to, and they didn’t bother her unless needed. She kept it underwraps about the underage drinking that would inevitably happen, mostly by telling the floor they could do what they want, as long as they were quiet by quiet hours (which was around ten thirty on the weekdays, and one in the morning on the weekends).

You took the elevator to the second floor of East Sunderland, getting off as soon as the doors opened. The booths that had previously been up had begun to dissipate, bringing the plastic tables back into the buildings they belonged in. You took a last glance at the people cleaning before heading into Mel and Tamia’s dorm building.

You knocked on the door, coming as soon as you announced yourself to Mel and Tamia. The girls laughed as you walked in, looking at a picture of Mel from when they were a kid. The two of them showed it to you as you settled your bag onto Mel’s chair in the corner of their room. “Your buck teeth! Oh my God, you were adorable, Mel.”

“Oh shut up, I bet you didn’t look any better.” Mel spoke to Tamia, making the three of you laugh. “Anyways, what wine did you bring?”

“The Barefoot we didn’t finish the other weekend, and then I still had some Rose, so I brought those over too. I wasn’t sure what we were feeling.” Tamia pulled some glasses from her shelves, passing them out to the two of you. You filled their glasses with the Rose you brought.

The three of you talked specifics on the plans for tonight, hitting up another fraternity party as soon as the concert ended. There were two separate ones going on at the same time, so the two of you weighed your options over which one to go to. “The Sigs are throwing one, but I’d rather die. Delta’s throwing one, too, we’ll go to theirs instead. And maybe see if anyone’s at the Sig party that we like and stop there before heading back to the dorms.”

You walked down with them to the Athletic Department, hoping to have gotten there early enough to get a good spot. As soon as the doors opened, you were filtered through the doors, making sure that you were students with the college. The three of you half ran to the barricade, settling yourselves against it on the right side, although still somewhat in the middle.

The show wouldn’t start for quite some time yet, the three of you talked amongst yourselves about upcoming finals, what you had to do for various classes. You also found a few people around you to chat to while you waited, hearing laughter roaring through various parts of the crowd.

A few students from the Admissions Office had taken the stage, playing a random playlist of music that matched what the band was going to be playing. Rock thundered through the speakers, filling audience members with anticipation. Rochel addressed the student body, “Hello everyone!” welcomed by the sounds of cheers and screaming.

“We’ve got about fifteen minutes before the band comes on stage, so help us warm them up to the stage!” Everyone clapped, although some of the girls around you looked unenthused as they stared down at their phones. You checked yours for any text messages from any family members. You had nothing, so you put it back in your pocket.

Around four songs played before Rochel turned the microphone on again. Everyone shouted before she talked. “Well, it’s that time! Please, give a warm welcome to Greta Van Fleet!”

Rochel and the two other students walked off the stage, passing by what you had assumed to be one of the band members. He sat behind the drums, smiling and waving off into the crowd. You cheered for him along with Tamia and Mel, cheering just as loud when their bassist walked onto the stage. Both of their hair was longer, goofy smiles on their faces as they got situated with their instruments.

Your mouth hung open as you watched the last two boys walk on stage, seeing the twins. Jake’s eyes scanned the crowd as he slung his guitar over his shoulder. He found you after a moment, sending a smirk your way. You closed your mouth, glaring at him. Mel laughed at you, noticing your demeanor shift. “How we doin’ tonight everyone?”

Everyone cheered. “A lot of you might know me and Jake, seen us on campus and stuff. It’s wonderful to see all of you here, coming to support us as we celebrate the onslaught of spring! It’s been a particularly warm one today, so make sure to drink water! There’s plenty to go around.”

Jake started them off, pick between his fingers as he strummed the beginning chords to one of their songs. Some of the girls had begun to scream, shouting at Jake’s response to Josh’s little speech before he began playing. His signature smirk formed, watching the girls go crazy, eyes scanning the crowd before he found you again.

As Jake continued to play, he looked over to you any time he could. It was hard to tear your eyes away from him, enthralled by the way he looked on stage. You tried your hardest, truly, to look at any of the other boys on the stage aside from Jake but you just couldn’t. He fit the stage just right, bringing the attention away from Josh and demanding to be seen by the entirety of the crowd. He belonged up there.

Jake went to the center of the stage during his solo. Josh lingered around the drummer, keeping to himself, drinking whatever was in his cup. They kept on playing as Jake took the spotlight, everyone cheering and screaming for him. You kept silent, wanting to hear him play. His fingers worked against the frets of the guitar, not before sliding down and up it quickly.

You tried to hide the awe you were in, but your friends knew. They saw it written all over your face. The frustration and annoyance you felt when you first spotted Jake on stage dissipated the second his guitar solo began. You swallowed thickly, watching as his attention turned from his guitar to you, pointing it in your direction. Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs pressed together.

This was going to be a long night.

The second the concert was over, Josh thanked everyone for coming. His smile was wide as he waved goodbye to everyone, walking off next to Jake who had his guitar by the neck before he passed it off to one of the stage hands. Josh put his hands on his shoulders as they walked off stage.

You stuck around mostly waiting for the crowd to die down before trying to leave the building. Mel and Tamia talked about the show, saying that it was fucking dope, commenting on how excellent Jake’s playing was. You didn’t speak about Jake’s playing, mostly praising Josh for his spectacular performance. “I never expected that voice to come out of him, how heavenly.”

“Talking about me?” Jake cuts through your conversation, walking over to you with Josh not far behind. You roll your eyes. Tamia and Mel congratulate him on such an amazing performance, gushing about how sweet his guitar looks. “Why thank you, ladies.”

“Mel! I didn’t think you were going to be able to come.” He gushed, wiping his hands on the sides of his khaki shorts he had changed into.

“Yeah, well, Miss Quiet over here wanted to see her archnemesis, didn’t you?”

“I-I–” You turned your head slightly towards Jake, who had an amused smirk written all over his face. “I did not, Mellie, stop lying.”

“By the redness of your cheeks, sweetheart, I’d say she was telling the truth.” You had barely noticed that Mel, Tamia and Josh had slipped away from the two of you, leaving you alone.

“I didn’t even know you were playing.” You admitted shyly, hiding underneath a guise of innocence.

“Even if you did, you looked pretty hot and bothered by my playing.” You held the back of your arms, trying hard to maintain eye contact with him. You looked into his eyes, they were staring straight at you.

“Yeah, sure. I actually came because Josh said he was going. He neglected to mention that he was going to be singing,” you looked at Josh who wore a smile that read ‘guilty as charged’ before patting you on the shoulder.

“Hey, you didn’t ask. You just asked if I was going.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled slightly. “Anyways, Sam and Danny are gonna spend the night in my room, so I’ll have to find somewhere else to be tonight. Are you guys going to either of the frat parties tonight?”

“We’re going to the Delta party. The Sigs’ reputation is not the best, and I don’t feel like seeing whether or not it’s right.”

“That is completely understandable. I shall see you ladies there then. You coming, Jake? We still have a lot to put away.”

“Yeah, in a second,” he turned towards Josh who had begun to walk away, waving him off before turning back to the three of you. “I hope you guys enjoyed the show, maybe I’ll catch up with you at the party.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, actually, I would.” He smiled at you before joining the other boys cleaning up their amps and cords.

“Jesus Christ, the two of you just need to fuck or something. I don’t think I can handle another interaction like that,” Mel joked, making a gagging face when she finishes her sentence. You pushed at her arm, turning around and walking out of the gym.

Tamia and Mel giggled profusely about your and Jake’s rivalry. The two even started making bets on when the two of you would finally ‘get it on’, as Tamia put it. You just rolled your eyes at the conversation, changing the subject to something different.

—

The party, though filled with lots of fun and drinking, was a bust. While Josh had shown up with his younger brother and his brother’s friend, as you learned, in tow, Jake was nowhere to be found. You thought to ask Josh why he wasn’t there, but he was too busy dancing with Micah. Through the grapevine, you learned that Micah and Josh had been together since high school.

You stayed around the party for almost two hours before you wanted to go back. A small part of you had wished Jake had actually come. You wondered if maybe the two of you would get along if you put your competitive nature aside. You tried not to dwell on thoughts of Jake’s absence for too long, wanting to enjoy the rest of the night with your girls. But when you had enough of the party, you shouted in Mel’s ear to let her know you wanted to leave.

Mel and Tamia had made sure you got back alright about two hours into the party. Your legs were tired and your feet had begun to hurt. The two of them stumbled with you back to the door of your building, making sure you were inside before leaving to go back. They almost came in with you, until you insisted otherwise.

Laying on your bed with your head pointed towards the ceiling you started thinking about Jake again. What was his reason for not being at the party? Did he just make those comments beforehand just to rile you up? It seemed like the only valid reason your impaired mind could come up with.

You grabbed your phone, almost dropping it on the floor. You sluggishly opened Instagram, and searched for Jake’s profile. You scrolled through, looking at the few photos he did have on his page. Most of the pictures he had were of his guitar, or places he’s traveled. You were sent into a panic when you realized you had accidentally liked an older picture of Jake’s, one from freshman year of college. Hurriedly, you unliked it and immediately locked your phone.

That had been a few days ago.

Now it was Wednesday and your first final exam was here. It was for the class you shared with Jake, BIO 312. It wasn’t exactly final exam time, but Professor Heinz was going to be away at a conference for a week starting Friday. You didn’t mind, though, since it spaced out your other finals enough to have a decent amount of time to study for them.

You sat at your desk, looking over your notecards one last time before the exam began. A frequent look around the room and you noticed Jake walking in, going to a random seat a couple rows in front of you. He set his bag down next to him, before bending down to grab his laptop. He noticed you watching him and sent a wink your way.

You looked away as you tried to hide the rush of rosy skin that fanned over your cheeks and heated up your ears. You tried to ignore him again until at least when the test started, embarrassed that you got caught looking at him. Your phone pinged and you pulled it out of your bag to look at it, as well as turn it on silent.

jacobtkiszka wants to send you a message.

You swallowed and hit the notification taking you straight to the message.

“Person who turns their test in last pays for coffee?”

Your lips curved into a small smile, feeling your fingers type the first thing that comes to your head.

“Hope you brought your wallet with you, Kiszka.”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and shoved it back into your bag. The professor walked through the door, setting her things down on the desk in the front of the room. Her coffee mug still had steam coming from it, freshly poured. A quick look of her watch after getting settled and it was time to start the exam. “Okay, everyone. It’s time for class. Take out your laptops and begin your exam. You may leave when you have finished. Thank you for a great semester, and good luck.”

The questions on the exam were all ones that you knew and had studied for for weeks. It was strenuous, trying to remember everything on the cumulative exam. You had hoped it would go quickly and you would answer them faster than Jake could. Occasionally, you turned to look at Jake, seeing if maybe he was trying to look at you too.

With one question left of your exam, you click the answer and press submit after a minute of debate. You had a bad habit of second guessing yourself occasionally; it was actually the bane of your testing experiences. You hated when you felt confident about an answer, until you really sat with the other possible answers it could be.

You put your laptop back into your bag, zipped it up and noticed that Jake had already left. You cursed to yourself, knowing that now you had to buy Jake a coffee. You waved goodbye to your professor with a smile and walked out the doors. Jake sat outside of the classroom at one of the tables they had throughout the building. “Whatcha reading?”

“Josh recommended it to me, but I’m going to be honest, I fucking hate this book.” He laughed, shoving it into his bag. “You know any good coffee shops around here? I’m kind of tired of Starbucks.”

“I just so happen to know the best coffee shop in town, but it is a bit of a walk, if you don’t mind that?” You asked, walking through the door that Jake was holding before muttering a thank you to him.

“I could also drive, if you’re okay with that.”

“I’m more than okay with that,” you chuckle, letting him know that your dorm building had enough stairs; any chance you could get to use an elevator, or get driven somewhere, you would take that opportunity in a heartbeat.

The drive was short in comparison to the twenty minute walk it would have taken to get to the shop. Jake tried to offer the radio to you, but you let him play what he wanted to listen to. You didn’t know exactly who was playing, but the blues music that played through the speakers was a breath of fresh air.

Your typical shuffle had a plethora of music from differing genres, whether that be rap or old country. You hadn’t known much when it came to blues music, especially the difference between good blues music and bad. Eventually, you got the courage to ask who was playing and Jake answered, letting you know that the song was by Buddy Guy. “It’s called She Suits Me To A T. I tried for weeks to learn this song when I first started playing music more seriously.”

“This is the coffee shop, at the next corner.” You watched his hand as he made a right turn, noticing him steering with just the palm of his hand. Letting the leather steering wheel glide back to its original position in his hand, elbow propped on the door with the window rolled down.

It’s all you thought about on your way into the coffee shop, completely relying on autopilot. Your responses to Jake were almost textbook, one word sentences that could continue the conversation without much effort. “What’re you thinking of getting?”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I usually have them surprise me,” you admit, shoving your hands into your jacket. “Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s not. That’s the gamble you take.”

“I like that a lot, actually. I think I’ll have them surprise me too, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” You smiled at Jake before he went to order for the two of you. You found a place to sit in the meantime, offering a spot towards the windows so you could watch people come and go, each on their own paths of life.

By the time Jake sat down, both of the coffees were in his hand. After a few questions, Jake set the iced drink down in front of you, and the hot drink in front of himself. “Yours is an iced chai, with brown sugar syrup and vanilla. Mine is some sort of tea, I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying. I just wanted to remember what she put in yours in case you liked it.”

“Oh,” you spoke, bringing the cup towards you. “Thank you, that’s really sweet. Do you like your drink?”

“You know, it’s really not bad. I wouldn’t have gotten it otherwise, but it’s really not bad.”

“You hate it.”

“I hate it. It’s not good.” The two of you chuckled before you offered him a sip of your drink. “Mhmm,” he moaned. “That’s good, oh my God.”

The two of you continued small talk, whether it was over the classes you had previously taken, memories of parties from past years – anything. You shared previous high school experiences, mostly about the ridiculous things that were considered parties in your teenage years.

Conversation with Jake was surprisingly a lot easier than you thought it would be. Especially since you’ve hated him pretty much your entire college career. You figured he’d be stuck up, aware of his academic achievements and ready to flaunt them in front of anyone who’d listen.

He was the opposite. His sentences were wrapped with kindness, and the reflection in his voice seemed nothing but positive. His voice was like silk, he could’ve talked you into damn near anything as long as his voice sounded like that. It hurt when the conversation slowed, spending a few moments to take in the scene around you two, as well as finally being able to drink more of your drink (which was very delicious, it was almost like crack).

“How long have you been playing guitar?” You asked after the silence became almost uncomfortable to sit with.

“Oh jeez. I’ve been playing since I was… like three? Yeah, three.” You stared at him with eyes slightly wide, mouth agape. “What?”

“N-Nothing, that’s just a really long time. You’re what, 21 now?” He clarified that he was only twenty, his birthday roughly a week away. You poked fun at him, mentioning how you were older, even if it was by less than a year.

“Josh is throwing us a birthday party, if you want to come. Since it’ll be our 21st, we’re having it at our parents cabin on Lake Michigan. You’re welcome to bring Mel and Tamia if you’d like. Sam and Danny are going to be there, even though they’re underage, but we’re gonna pretend like they’re older.” Jake spoke with one last sip of his drink, letting the empty cup echo on the table as he set it down.

“I will let Mel and Mia know. I can’t make any sure decisions without talking to them first, but I’m pretty damn sure that they’ll say they would love to go.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll say no either. They seem pretty adamant that you have a little crush on me or something,” he said, putting your cups inside of a bus tub to be picked up and washed.

“I don’t have a crush on you,” you laughed, walking out of the coffee shop with Jake. “I actually hate you, remember?”

“You may say that you hate me, but you’re not really good at showing it.”

#jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fanfiction #godlygretawrites #godlygreta #pretty boy #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n

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Lol can you imagine iruma teaching his class how to make those flower crown thingys?

Iruma gives azz one and azz is trying his hardest not to combust into flames so the crown can be safe?

Everyone in the class gives sabro a crown? He's wearing twelve and like six of them are dangling on his horns

Gaap gives purson one, and for the day whenever purson fwooshes his crown is visible because he likes it and he wants to show that he's proud of what his friend made for him

Clara and Ix open a class teaching students how to make flower crowns. It's rare to look at the garden and not find at least one group making them

Robin-sensei is the best out of teachers at making them and he gifted one to his cousin(/sister? Dont remember their relationship)

Iruma is confused as to how bachiko has one

Buer keeps getting them as gifts

Every once in a while balam will give kalego one because he knows kalego's prideful ass refuses to get caught making them qt school

To be fair if either dali, sullivan or opera caught him making one his life is over

Sullivan is forever waiting for iruma to make him one. Iruma doesn't know his grandpa wants one and thinks the stress of work is what makes him all grumpy

Sullivan nearly cried when opera went to him wearing a flower crown that iruma made for them

Kalego wants to know if he can do something decorative with his cacti. Corners iruma and asks him and iruma is afraid to tell him that he doesn't know

One day iruma recruits his classmates and their kouhais to make one giant crown. They gift it to thoth

Remeber the class's mentors at the harvest festival? They all get flower crowns

Except for general furfur. He too will forever await his crown, not knowing that he'll never get one

(Iruma learns about jazz and alloce not giving their mentor one, so he sends him an anonymous one because he doesn't want him to feel left out)

#mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #iruma kun #naberius kalego #balam sensei #robin sensei #buer sensei #azz asmodeus #clara valac #sabnock sabro #purson soi #gaap goemon #ix elizabetta #general furfur #barbatos bachiko #m!ik sullivan #m!ik opera

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 7 months

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hiya :D

i love ur headcannons they always make me laugh reading them!

do u think u could do some on what subjects u think the mercs would teach if they were teachers?

What Subjects Would The TF2 Mercs Teach?

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Awe, thank you, Anon, that's so sweet 💖 I can definitely write this, it seems like a lot of fun! UH going to just assume that these guys are teaching at a college, so they get specialized fields to teach!

This is probably going to be very similar to "What Jobs Would The TF2 Mercs Have If They Weren't Mercenaries" post, so I'll probably keep this shorter so I don't end up repeating myself, uh I also added how the classes would like them as a teacher!

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Demo would teach chemistry, trying very hard not to dabble with anything too illegal in his classroom. He loves the way science almost works like magic when it comes to chemistry. Loves the bearly visible bridge between a perfect result and utter chaos. His students are both deeply terrified and greatly inspired by Demo. He's a genius when it comes to science, and it shows through the times he's deeply concentrated while teaching. May or may not have "accidentally" shown the class how to make explosives. Oops.

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Engie is a fan of biomedical engineering regardless of if it's his job or just something he'd be asked to teach to people who were curious about it. He has such a passion for the mix of two things he loves, helping people and making things. He will go on for hours, showing examples of how important biomedical engineering is, how impactful even one person in the field can be. His students would love the passion he speaks on the subject with and how willing he is to make sure everyone in his class understands the material.

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Heavy would teach Russian literature after being inspired by his teachers. The passion they showed in their teachings and how willing they were to prioritize helping students evoked feelings in him that he never known. He does everything for his students, making sure that everyone is supported. He tries his hardest to give his all to make these students feel the same passion he has for it. His students love him, and his class is one of the most popular, has made large impacts on every student that's came into his class.

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Medic teaches, shock of all shocks, medical classes! I know, I know, but what can I say? He lives for the medical field. Keeps his class ethical enough, stating multiple times that as doctors, their job is to heal and save lives. However, some of his students who share the same, uh, curious shine in their eyes are more than welcome to attend a class that dips into the unethical side of medical practices. He's a good teacher, and his students are fond of him for his unsettling aura and passion.

(Can you tell I know jack all about medicine and how it's taught lmao)

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Scout is a teacher in sports journalism, and his class both loves and loathes him as a teacher. He loves sports, so writing about them is super easy! He has a lot of fun teaching other people the best way to describe things and how to put their feelings on the page, but he's also horrendous at spelling and writing in general. His class understands his struggles but gets rather annoyed when Scout pulls up an article he wrote and can't understand any of it. He's trying his best, and he makes a half decent teacher.

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Sniper is a photography teacher, and honestly? His class isn't for everyone. In Snipers mind through every picture he takes he's expressing a deep feeling or trying to invoke an emotion in the viewer, which he succeeds in most of the time, but it's hard for other people to replicate that when you, don't. Talk. To. Them. Some people just pick up photography and understand exactly how to do what Sniper expects without guidance, others can't understand at all. Basically, not a teacher, teacher.

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Spy is teaching political science, hoping he can somehow subtly influence a few students into using the knowledge he provided to find a profession in espionage. He's definitely a teacher who would make you nervous, kind of a mean teacher, but he never let's a student fall behind. Subtly offering help or an extension to make sure his students succeed. Claiming he doesn't do it out of love for his students, just so he isn't known for having any failures in his class.

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Soldier is the worlds best american history teacher, hands down. You want to talk about passion? He loves American history and will go on the longest rants and makes all of them entertaining. His class is never dull or boring. He's another prime example of a teacher who will do anything for his students and make sure they understand everything going on. No man left behind and all that. His students love him :)

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Pyro is a teacher of fire science (I didn't even know that was a thing, but apparently it is, who knew?) Pyro, being obsessed with lighting fires, knows quite a bit about all types of fire is more than happy to share their knowledge about flames. While their students can barely understand them, they don't call Pyro out on it as their passion for the subject transcends words. Pyro's class is less of a class than a period of entertainment, but somehow everyone comes away from the class knowing everything they needed, and even somethings they didn't.

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Short and sweet little headcanons, how fun! Sorry if it's actually too short! Thank you again for the ask anon, super fun to write :)

I'm just now realizing that there's a chance that this won't make sense because I'm a little tired while writing this, so I hope it turned out well. Sorry if it didn't, Anon 😭

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro

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ninapi · 6 months

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Premise: Kanae convinces Sanemi to go on a blind date in a combined effort from all the teachers at the academy to battle Sanemi’s imminent desolated future.

Word count: 3485

Note: This is setup in the Kimetsu Academy world, just so you know~ 😊

Part of a series. You can read the other two installments here: Giyuu, Rengoku.

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Kimetsu Academy had been known for many years for having the best teachers there are for every single one of their subjects.

They’ve been single-handedly picked for their roles for a reason.

Shinazugawa Sanemi, being the one in charge of math, was the most hated one among the students.

Truth is, he was an amazing teacher. He was extremely knowledgeable and was able to solve the hardest equations within seconds, making everyone else look like an idiot.

The problem with him wasn’t particularly the fact that he was a genius in his field, but his character.

It was virtually impossible to please this man.

If you didn’t bring your homework, you’d have to run around the school for the entire morning. If you did it but had wrong answers, you had to run around the school for the entire morning.

If you spoke out of turn, you’d have to clean the classroom on your own after class. If you forgot to put your phone in silent mode, said phone would end up flying out the window.

It was pretty easy to see why the students disliked the man this much.

Yet, his fellow teachers knew him better than that.

Yes, there were better ways to do things, nicer words to use, especially with children, but he did everything he did to teach them a lesson, to make sure they paid attention in class and to ensure their future would be bright and successful.

The students lack of love towards him wasn’t the only problem in his life though. What had him this sour was how majority of his co-workers were all either tying the knot or happily in a relationship.

He’s never been one to mess around with girls, he had no time for that. Studying and being the top has always been his priority, along with taking care of his brother on behalf of his parents.

But if he was being honest, something he rarely is, mind you, he felt lonely.

What triggered his ridiculously sour mood was how Tomioka managed to get a girlfriend so fast, and even worse, he barely had to do anything.

Kanae and Rengoku were lucky, like destiny pulled them in the right direction, took them straight into the hands of their beloved, and both were now in preparations to spend their life together with those who held them dear. But Tomioka? All that bastard had to do was scratch his belly while drinking some tea and had the pretty new intern wrapped around his finger.

It was like acid was being poured down his stomach, he could feel it opening holes all over it, consuming him with rage from the inside.

It’s not like he was attracted to the new intern, she was cute, but they barely talked before even when she was in his care; but it made him wonder how do you even get someone to like you back? Even his younger brother had a girlfriend before, and he was still so young…

He’s had girls confess their feelings for him before, especially in high school, but he was too busy at that time trying to raise his brother, work a part time job at the convenience store and trying to get good grades to be accepted in the university he so wished to go into, girls were definitely not a priority back then, and he didn’t really do anything to get them to confess, just ignore them and throw dirty looks at them.

Girls are weird.

But now, he isn’t dealing with girls, he’s dealing with women.

And women are more complicated than girls.

How do you get them to look at you? He has a decent job, he owns his apartment, has experience raising children, the highest degree he could get in his dream university…and he was definitely in the handsome side of the scale…so what was he missing?

“Time, Shinazugawa. That’s what you don’t have.” Rengoku was by his side along with Kanae and Uzui who agreed to tag along for some drinks as to try to cheer his teammate up a bit.

“What does time have the fuck to do with this?” they had been drinking for a while now, his usual dirty mouth coming out to shine in its glory.

“Well, how do you pretend to meet a nice girl when you go straight to your apartment after work every day? I can assure you pretty girls don’t go knocking on stranger’s doors waiting to meet their destined husband…”

“Pfft like you can talk, your stupid ass dialed the wrong number and got a freaking wife out of that! Why do things like that only happen to you? What about me? Am I that much of a bad option…?” alcohol was now showing its effect on him, unbeknownst to all, Sanemi gets quite whinny and sometimes even tears up while drunk, a sight on its own some would say, but very unexpected, nonetheless.

“Sanemin I told you, just trust me! I know the perfect girl for you! Why do you keep ignoring me, huh? Is it because I’m getting married next week? Nobody wants to be my friend anymore because I’ll become a housewife. What’s so bad about that, HUH????” now it was her turn to sob, her face as red as it could get completely lost now that she had a couple of shots of who knows what.

“Jeeze could you both chill the fuck up? What do you mean Kochou?” Tengen who was now ‘babysitting’ according to his terms, tried to keep both of them from tugs and punches, these kids get really out of control with things as strong as pumpkin juice…

“My friend (Y/N), she also works a lot and has no time to meet people out of work, she’s super cute and gentle, and I’ve been trying to set them up for a while now, but his whiny self keeps rejecting her…” she was now poking her tongue out at Sanemi, sniffing in the process.

“Why would you do that, man? She’s really cute I’ve seen her picture before…”

“Wait what? Have you? How?” Kanae’s face was one of disgust, Tengen didn’t have the most ethical hobbies and that was common knowledge around the school.

“I…well let’s just say I’ve seen her picture ok…” he was now trying to hide his embarrassed face behind his enormous beer stein, not wanting to admit how he stalks his co-workers insta accounts when he’s bored.

“I…just…what if we don’t click? I mean, is not like I think she’s ugly or anything, I haven’t even seen her but that’s not the reason why I’m reluctant to the idea…I just…I’m fucking scared ok? I’ve never been on a date before, let alone a blind one…how am I supposed to prepare for that? What if she hates me? I better just stay single for the rest of my life, I took care of Genya as a child, he can take care of me as old man…”

“No, he won’t. Kochou, send a text to your friend, he’s going on a date tomorrow night.”

“WHAT”

“Yes, sir!” typing crazy fast in between a fit of drunken giggles, his fate was being cooked in a pot while he sulked talking to the empty shot glass in front of him about how his co-workers wanted him ridiculed.

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Being forced out of the house by his brother and a very angry Rengoku who had gotten in by accepting an aid call from Genya, Sanemi was now walking from the station to the coffee shop he was supposed to meet his date.

Kanae wasn’t the most specific when describing people, or things for that matter so he was fairly uncomfortable, “She’ll be wearing a dress and she’s such a cutie, you’ll know who she is right away!” or so she said, but there were at least six different girls wearing dresses currently inside the establishment and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to go inside or not just yet.

He was about to call it quits when a panting woman came running towards the door, hair a bit disheveled, cheeks tinted pink with exertion and a beautiful long dress hugging her curves in all the right places, even if it was clear she went there running after work.

Holding onto the door with one hand, she stops in front of him, “Shinazugawa-san, is that you? I’m so sorry, am I late? Were you just leaving? I had a last-minute meeting and lost the train I was supposed to take, had to take the long route here.”

“I-, ugh yes, I mean no, you’re not late, yes, I am Shinazugawa and no I wasn’t leaving, I just- I didn’t know if you were there or not, all Kochou said was that’d you’d be wearing a dress and you were cute.” his flustered being along with his stammering made you chuckle, “Well yeah all she said was that you had white hair and a bunch of scars.”

“That’s a lot more info that what I got, what the heck?” you both were laughing at this point, “was she right though?” you were looking up at him prettily through your lashes and that caused his logic brain to shut down completely. “Yes, I do have white hair and a bunch of scars…”

“Not that, silly. Kanae-chan told you I was cute, was she right?” he’s never been so embarrassed in his entire life, he knew his friends were just trying to destroy his social life instead of helping, he was sure of it now.

“Ugh, the definition of cuteness varies from an individual to another. I don’t particularly enjoy cute things…” he nodded in thought, panic surging through his veins at the sadden look you gave him. “Though, I do think you’re pretty, if that answers your question…” trying to cover his own mistakes, he opens the door for you, motioning for you to go in the cafe and move on with this date.

“I’m (Y/N) by the way.” he grunted in acknowledgement as you looked at the pastry display trying to choose what to get.

“I’m Sanemi, but I guess you already know that…I was told the cake here is really good…” his comment made you turn your gaze towards the cute display of tiny cakes, immediately stealing your entire attention. “You like sweets?” he mumbled something under his breath but just nodded in response, “I do too! Great, we have something in common!”

The soft smile adorning your face made him feel like a stupid teenager, is this how Genya feels when he sees that one girl he has a crush on? He felt so inexplicably giddy, and he hated things he couldn’t properly understand.

“How about we get the featured menu?” stars were falling out of your eyes in excitement; it seemed the menu you were referring to was a menu limited to couples, two tiny lava cakes joined in the middle to form a heart, with two drinks of choice.

“But says it’s for coup-“ he just blinked in realization, clearing his throat, “..y-yeah sure, let’s get it.” clapping excitedly you went over to order the ‘Lovey-dovey sweets combo’, Sanemi towering over you from behind to hand his card over before you could take your purse out. This earned him a lovely smile from that beautiful face of yours, a strange sense of pride filling his insides; it felt like someone was patting him on the back, like he was doing a good job.

“Got it, Lovey-dovey sweets combo for the lovely couple of table 6 coming right along~!” the employee’s comment made you both flush, did you really look like a lovely happy couple? You literally just met-

“So Shinazugawa-san, Kanae told me you have a little brother and that attends your school. What’s that like? I always wanted to have a big family but ended up all by myself pretty quickly.”

“I do yeah, our parents left this world pretty soon, so I’ve been taking care of him since then…having him in the school is weird though, he’s kindda embarrassed of me I think..” the last part made you giggle, making space for the server who brought your order to the table.

“That sounds pretty impressive if you ask me, all I’ve had to take care of before is a small turtle I got as a Christmas present when I was in middle school. And she escaped through a window…” your disheartened face made him laugh; this wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. Sweets, chatting of nothing in particular with a pretty girl, why was he that nervous earlier? Why did he reject this outing so many times? “Yeah well it wasn’t easy…”

“I’m sure it wasn’t.” you were taking little bites of the treat with your tiny fork, yet he hadn’t touched his yet, he was completely lost in the moment, enjoying the concept of dating for once in his life. “But I highly doubt your brother finds you embarrassing. If he’s a teenager, he probably just feels like his dad is looking at him doing… you know all the crazy nasty stuff kids do in high school…he’s probably embarrassed of himself and doesn’t want you to see him like that.” he’s never seen it that way, many things Genya has done or said in the past making a lot of sense now.

“You should be a teacher too, seems like you know a lot of things about kids.” he meant it as compliment, yet your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “I do know a lot about kids I guess, but not because I want to be a teacher.”

“Then?” he was now sipping on his coffee, fully immerse in the conversation. “Well, I wanted to…ugh…never mind that’s not something you should talk about in a first date…” shaking your head, you laughed awkwardly taking a sip of your own drink. Sanemi’s hand moved on its own, resting on top of yours in a comforting manner, “Hey…it’s fine. I don’t really know what people even talk about or not in first dates...” the smile he was giving you wasn’t the brightest out there, but it made your chest feel warm and made you want to share your thoughts with the man.

“I just…” you stopped once again and to this he responded by caressing the back of your hand, rubbing soft circles against it, “I- like I said earlier, I always wanted to have a big family…” you mumbled your words out, you didn’t want him to think you were trying to snatch him and make him a father on the first date, it was a weird topic for two people who just met, but in all honesty, one of the things Sanemi didn’t like about women of his age was how now a days nobody wants a family, the concept of marriage and kids scares the hell out of everyone lately, and all he wants is to get a family as big as the one he once had when the rest were still alive, it was actually endearing to him.

“So you’ve been doing your homework diligently to be a good mama, huh?” his teasing tone made you chuckle, the air wasn’t as thick anymore. “You could say that.”

“Well I think that’s pretty cool. I had to raise a child without any guidance, so it’s reassuring knowing you know what you’re doing…” he stops in his tracks realizing what he just said. All color drained away from his face, the tiny fork in his hand now discarded on the fancy tablecloth smearing it with chocolate fudge. “I…I mean…It’s a good thing…to be…you know prepared…and stuff…not that I’m trying to get you…ugh fuck I messed this up already, didn’t I?”

But the look in your face was one of adoration instead of horror as he had imagined it would be. He’s never seen such a beautiful loving smile in his life, it was like you actually had the same idea, like you didn’t mind talking about such a thing with someone you just met, like that love at first sight bullshit was actually a thing. “You didn’t~”

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After a year of dating you, Sanemi finally decided to pop the question. Of course, motivated by all the crew at the academy, only him and Tengen were still not married, even Tomioka had eloped or something like that and was now expecting a child.

But you weren’t someone to mess with, he wanted to do things right.

He wanted things to last forever.

Reality is a fickle thing, couples that love each other madly can get divorced in the blink of an eye; beautiful families full of love can crash and disappear almost completely in a day like his did. He wanted to take things slow, to make sure he had everything ready to make you the happiest, to give you all you needed.

But you being you, had to do things your way.

He had booked a lovely and expensive Italian restaurant for the weekend, even the course was already pre-selected. He would get one of those corny cakes with lettering on it asking you to marry him. He booked it months ago, the perfect proposal for his perfect future little wife. If you said yes, that is.

But you…”Baby have you seen my pink socks?” you were snooping around his drawers while he got changed after work. You didn’t really live together, but you’d spend most days in each other’s apartments unwilling to spend a day without seeing each other, even if all you did together was sleep late at night.

“ugh the tiny ones?”

“Mhm!”

“I think they’re next to the bed, no? That’s where I put them last night.” your cute evil giggles, made him remember last night, completely distracting him for a second.

“Oh that’s right!”

With a loud gasp, he came running out of the bathroom to see you already holding the red velvety box in one of your hands. “My love…is…is this…?” tears were filling your eyes at a rapid pace, alarming him to no avail.

“Ugh…I was too slow…” he plopped down on the bed, holding his head down with both of his hands.

“Is it baby?” your tone was softer now as you made your way over to kiss the top of his head.

“I had this whole thing planned for the weekend…you sneaky little beast…” he threw you into the bed, tickling your sides relentlessly as a way to punish you. “Yes. It’s a ring..happy now? Why do you always end up crashing all my surprises? You evil, beautiful woman!” he was showering your face with kisses as he continued to attack your sides, your laughter made his heart soar every time he heard it, it made him feel alive.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know. I swear!!” you wiggled your way out of his grasp, panting in between chuckles, before holding his face gently, placing a soft loving kiss to his plump lips. “I do.”

“You do what? Enjoy crashing my surprises?” he was now resting his forehead on yours, bringing you over to rest on the pillows and cuddle you closer. “Not that, silly. I do, want to marry you…if that’s what this ring is about of course…” the hope in your eyes made it impossible for his heart to pump anymore blood into his blood stream, he was livid, even if this wasn’t what he spent days planning, the answer was all that mattered, he could always cancel the damn reservation.

“Of course that's what this is about, you party crasher.” smiling, he placed one more kiss onto your lips, deeper this time, his hands resting on your lower back as you both bathe on each other’s warmth. “Then I guess we have a lot of things to decide…”

“Like which apartment should we sell?”

“And where to put all your tiny socks…”

Laughing became a staple of his daily life since you became a part of it.

Seeing you every day became the highlight of his life.

Forever never felt this real before and he started to wish the concept would take shape for you two as you grow old together, because as corny as that might sound, is all he can think about at night.

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strap in, assholes, I've thought of another Deaf Steve AU for your consideration

(ps the steddie on this one is very brief, I haven't thought that part out too thoroughly just yet)

this takes place in like, early to mid 2000s

so in this universe, there's no catastrophe, no major physical traumas, no sickness, etc. steve is simply born without his hearing

his parents are not only rich, but are also super super concerned with appearances and because they're negligent assholes about it, they get steve fitted for hearing aids as soon as he's old enough to realistically begin talking

the hearing aids really don't do much for him, but the harringtons don't wanna worry about more surgeries or medical stays or being held back from their business trips/work holidays. you catch my drift. they forego the cochlear avenue but still hold out hope that steve will be "normal enough" with the "help" of a pair of hearing aids

and because the hearing aids only give him back so much, his oral language skills develop differently and at a much slower pace. it's not that he doesn't have the intellectual capacity — he absolutely does, the setting he's in just doesn't accommodate his needs

I imagine by the age of three or four, a nanny starts staying with him during the long weeks that his parents are gone. I also imagine that one of these nannies knows Sign and sees steve drifting without any communication that's suited to him, so they take it upon themselves to teach him

this goes on for years until one day, there's a phone call or an in person message or something that indicates that mr and mrs harrington have been in a traveling accident. this leaves steve parentless

he's immediately put into foster care, and from there, things go downhill. he gets into fights at school, becomes distant at each new place he stays at, and continues to isolate himself. he develops a very stubbornly independent approach to things, teaching himself to sign, speaking up for himself even if he can't hear how alien he sounds to the other students or adults at school

he keeps going from home to home until he lands at the home of tim and marissa buckley. marissa teaches a special ed class at a local middle school, and tim is a general contractor. they have three kids — a girl named robin, who's a year younger than steve, and twins dexter and benjamin

and steve is shocked by the patience of the parents, and also shocked by the fact that mrs buckley seems keen on connecting with him. the rest of the family is also learning Sign, but steve latches onto marissa the quickest because she reminds him of his nanny

tim ends up being the one who takes steve to most of his audiology appointments, or just other places he needs to be, and though tim doesn't know as much Sign as his wife, he still tries to cue steve in on conversations. just small talk about school or what steve likes to do or just "boyish" banter

dex and ben don't interact with steve much outside of bugging him to play like,,fucking kickball in the backyard, but they still form a tentative bond

robin is the hardest nut of the bunch to crack, and steves not too determined about actually becoming friends with her. in fact, most of the time, he's just waiting for the other shoe to drop with these people so he can be spat out again to the next family until he's kicked out of the system for good

even when he's getting his act together, he's still just waiting for it to happen. soon like four months have gone by and there's still no sign of the buckleys kicking him out or announcing that another family would be "better equipped" for him

here's a fun fact though: middle school kids are really fucking mean. and robins one of the only openly gay people in her grade. steves heard rumors that she's been bullied, but then he sees it happening in real time and he just. is seeing absolute red about it

he seeks out the fucker who graffiti'd her locker and lo and behold, gets into another fight at school

he's so Sure that this is the breaking point, but after his suspension is declared, marissa and tim sit him down not to scold him, but to wrap his knuckles and tell him how proud they are that he stood up for robin

and speaking of robin, steve's cool status with her just tripled easily. they start to become so close that at school, gossip starts that they're an item. one day someone flat out asks and robin, while signing, just says, "oh no! he's actually my big brother."

(if steve cries about that later by himself, that's his business)

there's still one dilemma steve has yet to get over though, and that's passing eighth grade. the constant moving and fighting has finally caught up to him, and he's forced to sign up for peer tutoring

this whipsmart, firecracker of a seventh grader, nancy wheeler, not only agrees to learn Sign, but also to help steve pass his classes

he's so fucking in love with nancy its not even funny. but the more they hang out, the less he wants to be with her and the more he wants to just be friends with her. plus, he doesn't miss the way robin ogles nancy when she thinks neither of them will notice

may/june rolls around and steve ends up with solid Bs in most, if not all, of his classes. he's on track to staying on track and the buckleys are ecstatic about it. marissa and tim find a cake at the grocery and have it say, "congratulations steve!" on it in big, loopy writing. they sign it to him as soon as he gets home from his last day of school for the year

after the weekend comes and goes and the celebration dies down, the two sit steve down and his initial thoughts are, "oh shit, my stay here is over." which majorly sucks, because the buckleys are the first family he's stayed with in a while that he's actually enjoyed staying with and getting to know

he's bonded with robin. he's bonded with ben and dex. he thinks maybe the same about marissa and tim. and he really really really doesn't wanna lose that. because not only has he come to think of them in a sort of pseudo-family sense, but they also have done and continue to do so much to accommodate steve and try to help him thrive and have resources as a young, deaf kid

so you can imagine how elated he is and how surreal it feels when they ask him flat out how he'd feel about being steve buckley. about officially being their son

years go by, until steve is in his senior year. he and robin have frequented several jobs together already, and this is the first year they've let go of their overprotective sibling instincts with one another and have gone to separate venues of work

steve ends up working part time at the library, while robin ends up at the video store

and one of steve's classmates from school (who he's 99% sure is redoing senior year) comes in pretty often. they don't talk at first, but every night, steve comes home and vents to robin about this really pretty classmate of his who plays in a thrash metal band and has far too many overdue fees

(and, if we're considering the library au, maybe steve pays off those fees and eddie ends up asking him out)

((like, he takes the time to learn as much basic Sign as he can within like a week of time, and the pulls steve aside after the library closes for the evening and just flat out asks))

robin is cautiously optimistic about this new guy that steve has a thing for, but she also knows eddie from drama club, so she not only has a good radar for the kind of person he is, but also knows exactly where to find him if he fucks things up with her big brother

cause listen — steves not immune to having experienced not-so-good encounters with a hearing partner. she's seen the way he or his deafness have been treated like a burden or a commodity, and she's very much hoping that's not the case with eddie

spoiler alert: eddie's very visibly autistic, so he knows what it's like to have been treated in a similar fashion. he has no plans to be that kind of an asshat to steve (and he very much is not)

but yeah long story short, give me deaf steve with a healthy sense of family and a willingness to be cared for thank you and goodbye

#steve #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington au #deaf steve harrington #stranger things au #platonic stobin #steve buckley but because he and robin are siblings #i will die on that sad little unpopulated hill who cares man #steddie #steve x eddie #just a bit of steddie for the soul <3

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On the Run - Chapter 9

Summary: Negan, Joel and Y/N have to deal with the aftermath and the fallout of everything that happened at the motel making them realize they don't have many options.

Characters: Joel Miller (The Last of Us), Negan (The Walking Dead), the reader (OC, third person), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47007172/chapters/121544824

Warnings: Swearing, severe angst, mentions of blood, etc.

Notes: There is a lot of angst and mentions of blood in this chapter. If that makes you uncomfortable, just a pre-warning.

Deafening silence filled the car after everything that happened. It had been quite some time since they left the motel but Joel wanted to get as far away as he could before they stopped. Half Moon was a beast and they barely got away from him. If there were more like him, they would have never survived. Stealing a glance in the rearview mirror, Joel saw that Y/N was still lying flat on the backseat. There was no questioning that she was still crying. Nothing was going to pull her out of this after she had just lost her best friend. Hell, they barely made it out of that motel room alive themselves, but he knew Poppy was stuck in her mind.

He wished there was something that he could say that would make her feel better, but Joel knew there wasn’t. How could you make someone feel better after their best friend was just murdered? There was no making up for that.

Broken uneven breaths drew Joel’s attention to Negan who wasn’t moving much. Of all of them, Negan had taken the biggest beating, but he was also the one that fought back the hardest. If Negan hadn’t broken Half Moon down as much as he did, Joel knew that he would have never been able to get the upper hand. Negan’s face was covered in blood. It was normal for someone to bleed a lot from a wound on the head, but Negan looked bad. Honestly? Joel was pretty certain he didn’t look too good either. He could feel that he was bleeding a significant amount. Stealing a look at himself he took notice of the blood that was covering the right side of his face. That was definitely the side that took the most damage whereas Negan had blood pretty much everywhere.

“Hey,” Joel reached out to touch Negan making sure he was still conscious. It made Negan move slightly, his palm opening allowing a flow of blood to stream down over his jeans making Joel gulp loudly. The way Negan’s hand was staining his jeans, Joel knew it had to be from Negan using the broken piece of glass to stab Half Moon.

They had to stop. If not for Negan’s hand that undoubtedly needed stitches, they also needed to over the fact that Joel was incredibly dizzy. It could have been from the adrenaline rush of everything, but he also knew that he had hit the back of his head several times in his fight with Half Moon along with having a glass serving platter broken over the side of his face. They needed to take care of themselves before getting stuck in a position they couldn’t get out of.

Noticing that up ahead there was a scenic overlook, Joel pulled off the road and up the winding road of the mountain finding himself thankful when he saw the empty parking lot at the top. It was the middle of the week and the middle of the day which meant people wouldn’t be out. Right now, if things were different, he would have likely been teaching a class, yet here he was.

Parking the SUV, Joel gazed back over his shoulder noting that there was a building with bathrooms, vending machines and what looked like an old payphone. The location was older and Joel was glad that it was because that meant there were likely no cameras.

“We need to take a look at everyone. Make sure we’re okay,” Joel announced, pulling his seatbelt off hearing the shuddering breath that fell from Y/N’s throat from the back seat. “All of us need a change of clothes and we need to clean up. We look like a horror movie.”

“We’re in a horror movie,” Y/N responded with a hurt exhale making Joel frown. It sure as hell felt like that right now. Or at least a very bad dream.

“But we don’t need the police stopping us thinking we just slaughtered someone,” Joel reminded her knowing that the last thing they needed right now was to get caught up with the police. If someone had seen them driving down the road with their faces covered in blood, he was sure they would call on them. “It would only put us more in danger with things.”

“I can’t believe that we just left Poppy there,” Y/N spoke up, completely ignoring what Joel said in order to talk about what had been on her mind from the moment they left the motel. “We should have taken her with us.”

“There was nothing we could have done,” Joel refuted turning in the seat to look back at Y/N who was flushed from crying. Her eyes were swollen and Joel felt guilty that all of this happened. “You have to understand that if we would have stayed, we’d probably be the same way. I know that she was your best friend and I’ll never begin to imagine what you’re feeling, but there was nothing we could do.”

“I just don’t feel like we did enough,” she stammered making Joel feel guilty about the whole thing. “Leaving her there with that man…the man that killed her…”

“I’ll call Simon. He’ll make sure to get your father to take care of it,” Negan grumbled, his arm wrapping loosely around his ribs with a groan. Pushing forward, Negan rest his head against the dashboard for a moment leaving a line of blood over it when he tried to pull himself out of the car. “Or I can call Rick, but I don’t know what he can do all the way out here.”

“We’ll call Simon,” Joel decided looking back to see that Y/N’s hands were covering her face while she was crying. More than anything Joel wanted to take her in his arms and let her break down, but he knew that Negan was bleeding too much. “I’m going to go help Negan up there and then we’ll be right back. Okay?”

There was no response. Broken would be an understatement with the way that Y/N was crying. Frowning, Joel knew that they had to be quick. Y/N needed them with her right now and being separated was not a good option. Getting out of the car, Joel realized that the adrenaline had died down because he was now starting to feel the pain from what happened. Incredible amounts of discomfort filled his back, neck and it strained down his right leg. Forcing himself forward, Joel limped around the car to get to Negan.

Pulling the door open, Joel reached out for Negan, but Negan waved his hand about, “I’m okay. You were probably hurt more than me.”

“If you saw your face you wouldn’t agree with that,” Joel retorted, leaning in to wrap his arms around Negan to get him standing. Adjusting Negan’s bodyweight, he managed to get a hold of him and they started heading for the building. “We should get you cleaned up and stitched first. Then we will call Simon.”

“No, Simon first,” Negan insisted, his head bobbing about making Joel wonder what he should be worried about the most with Negan. A concussion, blood loss or the way that Half Moon threw him through the table and dropped him with extreme amounts of power onto the edge of the dresser. “We have to take care of Poppy.”

Getting into the building, Joel huffed when Negan’s bloody hand grabbed a hold of the door to try to brace himself. Well, they were going to have to clean that up. Getting to the payphone, Joel could tell that Negan was shaking his head doing his best to get it together.

“Can you hold yourself up?” Joel confirmed waiting for Negan to brace his weight against the wall with his left arm. Making sure Negan was good enough, Joel rest himself back against the wall while Negan fumbled through dialing the numbers after putting some change in. There was an ache in his head and at the back of his neck. With the dizziness and the nausea he was feeling, Joel was pretty sure he had gotten a concussion himself too.

Taking a quick look back, Joel watched Y/N getting out of the SUV which made his heart skip a beat. They were high up and he worried about her next move. Going to head for the door, he waited to see that she was taking a seat on top of one of the picnic tables there to stare out at the overlook. Relieved, he could hear Negan talking behind him and at first, Joel had drowned him out, but he figured he needed to listen.

“I don’t know how they found us,” Negan slurred, his forehead pressed up against the wall and Joel knew that with all the blood they were covered in that if someone showed up here, they would immediately drive away. They were leaving blood stains everywhere and it didn’t look good. “It just doesn’t make sense. We haven’t told anyone where we were.”

Tension flooded Negan’s already raspy voice while he bickered with Simon on the other end, “No Simon, it doesn’t make sense. We had to leave Poppy’s body because who the hell knows if someone else was coming. We were in the middle of nowhere in a small town in New Mexico. We drove across the fucking country Simon. How did they find us?”

It was a good question and Joel was trying to figure that out himself. Grunting, Negan smacked the wall after he clearly didn’t get the answer that he wanted from Simon, “I don’t care Simon. That doesn’t matter right now. What does is that I need you to get Philip to fucking figure out what happened. Poppy’s body needs to be picked up. It looked like a war went off in that motel room when we left. The three of us barely made it out alive. I don’t know where we’re going next, I just…someone has to help Poppy. Y/N is crushed. Please talk to Philip.”

Listening in carefully, Joel heard Negan give Simon the town they were in and Negan didn’t look happy while Simon spoke on the other end of the phone about something. Joel was curious and he could see that Negan’s face twisted with frustration, “I don’t care what Philip is fucking doing. You’re going to find someone to go to that motel and figure out what the fuck is happening. Poppy deserves a proper funeral and burying Simon. Y/N is fucking broken. She just lost her best friend.”

“Hey,” Joel noticed that Negan almost dropped and he hooked his arms around Negan doing his best to keep him up.

“That has to be over a twelve-hour drive Simon,” Negan blurt out and Joel assumed that Negan was bickering about the safehouse they had talked about previously. Negan wasn’t wrong, it was about a seventeen-hour drive. Joel knew that because he was planning on leaving from there to go pick up his family which was another day’s worth of driving. The bad thing about where they were is that they had driven days across the country in attempts to keep Y/N safe. “Yeah, I got it. Thank you. I’ll let you know.��

Negan slammed the phone down after the call. Bracing him against the wall, Joel stared out at Negan palming in over the side of Negan’s face. It looked like Negan was losing consciousness, but he was fighting it with everything that he had. From what Joel could see through the blood Negan had a cut over the bridge of his nose, under his eye and above his eyebrow. Negan’s face was swollen in certain spots and Joel could only imagine the bruising that would come.

“I’m okay,” Negan assured Joel once he seemed to pull himself back to. That didn’t make Joel let him go though because he was afraid Negan would fall if he did. “Simon said they are going to send out a detective to work on the case. Repeated multiple times that we should go to that safehouse he told me about.”

“Good,” Joel wasn’t sure what to say. Curiosity had gotten the best of him with what it was Simon was saying to piss off Negan so much, but he didn’t want to pry too much. Curling his arm around Negan’s waist, Joel led Negan over toward the bathroom to get him cleaned up. Stepping before the sink, Joel tapped the edge of it trying to get Negan to brace his weight. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

“We should be out with her, not leaving her alone,” Negan looked back over his shoulder trying to gaze at Y/N, but Joel forced him to look back at the mirror before him.

Once Negan got a look at himself, he knew what Joel was saying was true. His entire face was covered in blood showing how much Negan had truly gotten his ass kicked in the war they had back at the motel. First, Negan shakily washed his hands off allowing the blood to circle the drain before throwing water in his face to try to clean himself of the blood. Once a majority of the blood was cleaned from Negan’s face, it made Joel wonder if Negan had broken his nose after Half Moon hit him in the face with the ice bucket. Inspecting Negan’s face, Joel gave him a small nod and helped Negan rest back against the wall.

When he got a good look at himself in the mirror, Joel huffed knowing he looked like hell too. Splashing some water in his face, he did his best to get the majority of the blood from his flesh hearing the labored breathing that was coming from Negan. Lifting his head, he could tell that Negan was in agony holding onto his ribs.

Finishing up, Joel gasped when Negan slid down onto the floor in a thud. Leaving the water on, Joel scrambled to help Negan up hearing him breathing unevenly. Managing to get Negan back up, Joel kept his arm hooked around Negan’s body to keep him up. Noticing the way that Negan was clinging to his side, Joel reached for Negan’s tank top and felt Negan pushing his hand away. Hushing Negan, Joel’s eyes connected with Negan’s seeing that Negan was uncomfortable, “You’re fine. Just please, let me take a look.”

Nodding, Negan shakily moved his hand away from his body allowing Joel to pull the tank top up his abdomen to reveal the severely reddened, purple flesh taking Joel’s breath away. It was over Negan’s ribs, side and his back, “Fucking hell Negan.”

This had to be from Half Moon throwing Negan onto the edge of the dresser. It looked like Half Moon had tried to break Negan in two.

“He was strong,” Negan alerted Joel, cussing out loudly when Joel lowered Negan’s tank top back down his body.

“The one positive is that you weren’t shot or stabbed,” Joel tried to make light of the situation making Negan grumble under his breath. Negan didn’t look enthused with his comment and Joel shrugged his shoulders.

“So positive,” Negan mocked allowing Joel to help him up from the wall toward the entrance of the building, but Negan pulled from him to brace himself against the wall.

“I need to make sure to clean up the blood and I need to call Bill to figure out if he can find out why all of this happened,” Joel explained heading back into the bathroom to make sure that their blood wasn’t left all over the place.

They were leaving too much of a trail of things and Joel didn’t want someone to call the police if they saw the way certain areas were covered with blood. Once he got the bathroom clean, he went back toward the entrance and let out a surprised breath when he saw that Negan wasn’t there. Staring out, he saw that Negan had managed to get himself outside with Y/N. His arms were wrapped tightly around her while she was visibly crying in Negan’s arms. Letting out an extended exhale, Joel watched as Negan weakly pressed a lingering kiss over her temple. Pulling himself out of the moment, Joel knew that he had to get back to cleaning things up so they weren’t in one place too long. Washing up things good enough, Joel made sure that no one would question things before calling Bill.

At first Bill gave Joel shit, but when Joel explained the situation Bill lightened up and just listened. It took Bill knowing that someone had died for him to actually agree to working with trying to help them figure things out. When he was done giving Bill information, he hung up and limped back outside seeing that Negan was still holding onto Y/N comforting her. At least in Negan’s grasp she seemed to calm down as much as she could but she was still tremoring and crying.

“I need to stitch up your hand Negan,” Joel pointed toward Negan’s hand that he had pressed against his leg trying to stop it from bleeding all over Y/N. “You’re not going to be okay if we keep letting that bleed.”

“I’ll be right over there, okay?” Negan pulled back enough to stroke his fingers from his good hand over the side of Y/N’s face. With her face tear stained, she nodded her head. Giving her a weak smile, Negan had a hell of a time getting up from the picnic table she was seated at to move over toward Joel. Grasping onto Negan, Joel led Negan toward one of the picnic tables in the area that Y/N was sitting in. Once Negan was sitting, Joel headed back toward the car to search for one of the medical kits that they had. Once he found it, he hurried back and reached for Negan’s hand. Shakily Negan raised his hand and blood was pouring from the wound. “Doesn’t look good, does it?”

“Well, it isn’t the worst thing I’ve seen with you on this trip,” Joel once again was trying to make light of the situation knowing that it didn’t look good, but he knew Negan did what he had to in trying to protect Y/N. “One thing about you is that you sure can take a beating, huh?”

“You’re doing better than me,” Negan pointed out, wincing when Joel stroked his fingers over the center of Negan’s hand to assess how he should go ahead with stitching the wound to get the bleeding to stop.

“To be fair, I didn’t get my ass kicked as much as you did,” Joel recalled knowing that they both got their asses kicked. Joel could only imagine that his back mirrored what Negan’s side did. Half Moon broke a wall with Joel’s back and cracked a door with it, but man he was trying to hold it together for both Y/N and Negan. Even though he was sore, Joel knew that Negan fought the hardest back at the motel and there was no questioning that.

Looking back over his shoulder, Negan huffed when he saw that Y/N had her head buried in her hands. “We need to get her over here with us.”

“Y/N, come here. We need to take a look at you,” Joel called out, reaching for the materials that he was going to need to help Negan. “Y/N?”

“Just help Negan. I’ll be fine,” she whimpered from where she was seated making Joel frown. At this point Negan was the person that needed the most medical attention and she was right there, but he hated to see her so broken.

“We’re going to be our own versions of Frankenstein after this whole thing is over, huh?” Joel joked starting to work on Negan’s hand making Negan wince out loud. “All the holes and stitches, we can make you our honorary monster leader.”

“Ha-ha. I’m just going to need a really big ice bath,” Negan grumbled watching Joel working on his hand. It took a while, but when Joel was done, he was quick to wrap it up. Even though Joel was strong through stitching everything up, Negan could see that Joel’s hand was shaking and bleeding from punching Half Moon like he had done. “I think you broke your hand.”

“Probably just a hairline fracture,” Joel shook off the worry that Negan had for him, waving his hand to try to get the feeling back into his fingers. “If I hadn’t hurt myself your stitches would have been better, but this is the best I’ve got.”

“Good enough for me,” Negan watched Joel pull out one of the ice packs from the medical kit to activate it. Once it was ready, he handed it over to Negan who looked up at him with a confused expression. “Where should I put it? I hurt everywhere.”

“I would vary between your face and your ribs until we can get more ice bags,” Joel suggested watching Negan lay out across the top of the picnic table. Placing the ice over his ribs, Negan threw his arm up over his eyes letting out a wince when he did it. Making sure that Negan was okay, Joel carefully moved over toward the picnic table that Y/N was at with the medical kit in hand. “Can I look at you?”

With a shrug of her shoulders, she allowed Joel to sit beside her on top of the picnic table. A tremoring breath fell from her lips when he grabbed a soft hold of her chin to get her to turn her head to the side so he could look at where Beta cut her.

“I think we can use some butterfly bandages for this,” Joel informed her cleaning the wound for her first and making her wince. Joel watched her closely making sure he wasn’t hurting her too bad while he did things. Once he was done, he brushed his fingers through her hair and stared out at her with his big brown eyes. “I asked Bill to look into things for us. I’m so sorry Y/N. I don’t know how this happened.”

“It’s my fault,” she whispered with an empty expression, her bottom lip quivering. Lowering her head she let out a shuddering sound leading Joel to slide in closer to her so he could wrap his arms around her to comfort her. Resting her head against the center of his chest, Joel nestled his jaw in over the top of her head while his fingers caressed over the back of her neck. “If we wouldn’t have pulled her into the damn car at the party…”

“This isn’t your fault,” Joel denied her claim knowing that this was going to eat away at her. “You didn’t do this to Poppy.”

“Joel, she was my best friend and the only reason she was here with us was because of me. I was so mad at her yesterday because I thought she was having sex with Negan,” she pulled back to look up at Joel with misery behind her eyes. “The last emotions I had toward her was anger, jealousy and rage. Where if she would have just slept with Negan, she would have been safe and this would have never happened. I’m pretty certain that while Negan and I…when we were together, we heard her getting killed. I just thought she was having wild crazy sex with the man she brought back, but I think I heard my best friend getting murdered and I had sex with Negan like nothing was going on.”

“You didn’t know what was happening Y/N,” Joel attempted to calm her while she sobbed. Stroking his thumb over her cheekbone, he swept away at the tears over her face and felt his heart breaking for her. “I know you’ll feel this ache for a long time, but you can’t blame yourself.”

“Poppy was one of the only people that loved me, Joel. Genuinely, whole heartedly loved me as I was. She didn’t care who my fucking father was. She cared about me and she loved me,” she whimpered feeling Joel pressing his forehead to hers. There was nothing he could do to make her feel better, the best thing he could attempt was just to be there for her. “I lost the one person who has been there for me my whole life. She was my family, Joel. When I had no one, I had Poppy.”

“I know sweetheart,” Joel whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss against her temple feeling how badly she was shaking in his arms. “I wish I could say something or do something that would take all this pain away from you.”

“I feel like I should be thanking you for saving my life, but I’m not even sure I deserved to be saved,” she reached up to touch over the side of Joel’s face where he had a wound over his eyebrow and along the side of his face. “You’ve been so busy taking care of yourself that you didn’t take care of your injuries. Here, let me help you…”

“You are more important,” Joel stopped her from reaching for the butterfly bandages that he had used on her. Stroking his thumb over the inside of her wrist, Joel cleared his throat and thought about what he had done. “You need me more than my face needs medical attention.”

“You can’t keep bleeding,” she silenced him, working on taking care of him like he had done for her. Even though he didn’t want her worrying about him, he could tell that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer so he allowed her to help him. “Why did you do what you did?” she inquired making Joel’s lips part, his eyes narrowed like he wasn’t sure what she was asking. “You have a family, Joel. Your daughter is the most important thing in your life. You could have escaped. You saw what that man did to Poppy. He would have killed you too given the chance.”

“It was instinctive,” Joel explained feeling a lump growing in his throat when he thought about the moment. “I didn’t even think about it. I just did it. There wasn’t a choice that had to be made. I did what I knew I had to do. Which was keep you safe.”

With a sadden expression, she lowered her head and he swept his thumb in under her jaw to get her to unhurriedly lift her head to meet his stare again. There was a silence between them when he swiped his thumb in over her bottom lip that was tremoring.

Tipping down, Joel faintly skimmed his lips in over hers making a shuddering breath escape her throat. Instead of kissing her, his lips just lingered there. Nuzzling his nose with hers, he felt like they were connected in a way that he couldn’t quite explain. Rubbing his cheek in against hers had her letting out a shuddering breath. Stroking his fingers down over the back of her neck and over her shoulders, he closed his eyes and held her close.

“Negan?” she breathed out pulling back to see that he was breathing heavily with his arm still over his eyes. It looked like he had passed out with his shirt riding up his abdomen showing the gun that he had shoved down the front of his pants resting against his abdomen.

“He’s okay,” Joel hushed her, drawing her to look back at him. “He got his ass kicked, but he’s okay.”

“What about your back?” she thought back to what their attacker had done to Joel in that motel room. Urging him to turn away from her she pushed up the back of his shirt letting out a worried breath when she saw the red and purple flesh. “Joel, fuck…”

“However it looks, I promise you Negan is worse,” Joel winced when he slowly pulled away from her and adjusted the material of his shirt. When she gazed over at Negan again, Joel reached out to turn her head slightly so he could look at the discolored flesh around her neck where Half Moon had tried choking her. “How’s your breathing?”

“I’m still breathing,” she scoffed not caring about how she was feeling considering what happened to Poppy. “It just doesn’t feel right knowing that Poppy is dead while I’m still here. I had you and Negan fighting to keep me safe and Poppy had no one. Why did I deserve to live and she didn’t?”

“Baby girl, no one deserved to die,” Joel asserted with his eyebrows furrowing. Reaching out, he brushed her hair out of her face and frowned. “This is just a situation that should have never happened in the first place. Whoever is doing this…they are going to pay for what they’ve done.”

Instead of saying something, her bottom lip quivered and she lowered her head. Getting up from the table, she stood to her feet and nodded toward the building, “I need to clean up and then we should leave. Staying in one place too long is never safe.”

“We’ll be here if you need us,” Joel promised watching her while she walked toward the building to make sure that she got there safely. After she did, Joel moved over toward Negan to carefully push at Negan making him let out a pained sound when he woke. “We need to change our clothes. Come on.”

“Fuck…” Negan groaned out trying to roll onto his side to push himself up, but Joel had to help him get up. Once he had Negan sitting, Joel went to the back of the SUV and grabbed his bag. Pulling off his shirt and then his jeans, Joel stood at the back of the car in just his boxers pushing through the bag to grab things for them. “I can’t move.”

“One second,” Joel quickly threw on some jeans, wincing out in pain when he pulled on the green button down they had bought for him previously. Leaving it open, he went over to Negan grabbing a hold of Negan’s tank top to help him pull the material from his body. Slumping forward, Negan did his best to keep himself up when he reached for his jeans to unhook them. Negan didn’t want someone else taking off his pants so he did his best to get his pants from his body. When he did, his cigarettes fell out onto the bench of the picnic table. Joel tossed the bloodied clothes into a bag for them to eventually toss while he gathered things for Negan to wear. Once Joel returned, he knew that Negan had too much pride for Joel to put his pants on him, so he tried to help Negan as much as possible. Once they were done with Negan’s clothes, Joel moved over toward the table to sit beside Negan who had grabbed a cigarette for himself. Shakily Negan held the lighter in his hands and tried to use it. When he failed, Joel reached for it and found himself failing with his dominant hand as well. Using the other, he managed to get the flame lit for Negan. “We’re a lively bunch, huh?”

“You’re fucking telling me,” Negan grumbled pulling the cigarette from his lips after inhaling a large amount. Holding the cigarette out, Joel stared out at the cigarette before accepting it. Taking it between his lips, Joel inhaled the smoke deeply closing his eyes when he did it. Passing the cigarette to Negan, they shared it while they waited for Y/N and neither one of them spoke. By the time that Y/N returned, Joel shifted on the table watching her moving out to the car to look for clothes for herself. Handing Negan back the remainder of the cigarette, Joel hopped down from the picnic table and wiped his hands off on his pants. “Y/N?”

“Don’t worry about me,” she brushed off hearing the tone of Negan’s voice while she searched for something else to wear. “We have other things to worry about.”

“I still don’t understand how someone found us,” Joel spoke up, pushing his hands into his pockets considering what happened to them today. Y/N was quick to change her clothes and Joel did his best to not watch her so she had her privacy. “We’ve been driving on the back roads. None of us have been on the phones other than to talk to Bill or Simon. The only people who knew where we were was the four of us.”

Clearing his throat, Joel gazed back at Negan who was putting out the cigarette on top of the picnic table. Joel tensed up, his jaw flexing when he looked between the three of them, “We know it wasn’t Poppy and I highly doubt that Y/N is paying someone to try to kill her…”

“What are you going off about?” Y/N stepped back while she buckled her jeans together. Gazing back at her, Joel gave her a worried expression when he reached for his gun that was at the back of his pants. Gasping out, she watched Joel grab the gun and point it out at Negan making her step forward. “Joel?!”

Hearing the worry in her voice, Negan lifted his head letting out a surprised sound when he saw Joel pointing the handgun at him, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Someone had to be telling them where we were. The only option left is you,” Joel announced making Negan’s eyebrows furrow and tip his head to the side. “We already know that some of her father’s security is trying to kill her with Perry. It only makes sense that it’s you.”

“What?” Negan snapped, his arm curling around his ribs when he slid closer to the edge of the picnic table. Pulling back the hammer made Negan’s jaw clench. “You think I’m working with the people who shot me and kicked my ass? I can barely fucking move. What makes you think I’d do this?”

“I don’t know, but people do crazy things all the time,” Joel pointed out knowing that in his mind there was no other way someone could have known where they were unless it was Negan that was feeding them the information.

“Joel, knock it off,” Y/N demanded reaching out to try to touch Joel, but he kept her behind him to keep her safe. “Negan didn’t do this. We both know that Negan had nothing to do with this.”

“Fuck, you wanna blame me, but how do we know that it wasn’t you?” Negan snarled drawing their attention back to him. Now Negan had his gun pointed at Joel as well making the moment even more uncomfortable. “You’re the one that had an agenda. Angry at her father. Using her to get to him. If I was the bad guy, I wouldn’t have gone above and beyond to keep your fucking family safe.”

“Stop this,” she demanded of the two of them finding herself panicked now that they were both pointing their guns at each other. “Neither of you did this! There are a lot of things that I’m not certain of in this world, but I know with my whole heart that neither one of you did this.”

“Then explain how this happened Y/N,” Joel watched Negan go to get up, but he wailed out in pain dropping down to the ground clutching his ribs in agony. It made Negan drop the gun and Y/N moved to Negan pulling him into her arms. Lowering the gun, Joel kept it in his hand and huffed. “This doesn’t make sense. What has been a constant other than the three of us? We know that they aren’t tracing the SUV because we picked that up along the way. We’ve changed our clothes. Destroyed our phones. We never tell anyone where we are.”

“I don’t know, but I know for certain it’s neither one of you,” Y/N stroked her fingers through Negan’s dark hair when he turned his head toward her chest showing the pain that he was still very much in. “You think either one of you would willingly put yourself through what just happened? Half Moon was out to kill all three of us. Nothing has been a constant with us. Other than maybe some jewelry that we wear, but no one is going to have a…”

“What is it?” Joel inquired seeing the way that her eyes shifted and she carefully let go of Negan. “Y/N?”

“Some of my father’s security has been part of this,” she recalled what Joel had said making Negan wince when he tried to pull himself up into a seated position. “So that means his security would potentially have access to my father’s things.”

“And?” Negan slurred watching the way she looked to him and it made Negan shake his head. “I swear…I haven’t done anything. It’s not me.”

Instead of saying anything else, she moved out in the distance and grabbed a rock. As she returned Negan panted only to be confused when she reached for the necklace that she had been wearing this whole time. Dropping it on the ground made both Joel and Negan confused.

“My father gave me this when I was eighteen. At the time he was pissed off at me for disappearing all the time. He told me it was a gift to make up for the necklace that he never gave me that was my mother’s…” she explained getting down on her knees using her strength to bring the rock over the necklace over and over again. Once something shattered it made her pull back the rock to see that the red stone had broken open and she had bent the infinity symbol. Shakily reaching out, she grabbed what appeared to be a tiny chip that was in the stone that had been in her necklace. “It was me…”

“The hell is that?” Joel went to reach for the chip only to watch her throw it to the ground. Repeatedly she beat the stone that she grabbed over it. Cries were filling the air while she did it and Joel didn’t know how to respond.

“Hey, hey…” Negan crawled out to her and wrapped his arms around her to bring her to his chest once she fell back into him. Sobs filled the air surrounding them while Negan cuddled her in closer to him. The chip was broken from what Joel could see, but he was still surprised that was how they were being followed. “It’s not your fault.”

“I was wearing the fucking tracker the whole time,” she explained making Joel drop to his knees while she had an absolute meltdown realizing that they had found them and killed Poppy because of the necklace that her father had given her. “I led them right to us. Poppy is dead because of me. It’s all my fault.”

“No, no…” Joel joined Negan in wrapping her up in his arms. They both held onto her with her absolutely breaking down in their grasps.

“This is not your fault,” Negan buried his nose against the side of her neck while she sobbed in their arms. “You’re not the one that did this.”

“I was so stupid. How did I not realize this whole time that I was always being tracked?” she questioned continuing to break down at the thought that her father’s gift that she wore every day led to her best friend’s death. “I should have known it wasn’t a gift from my father. It was a fucking tether that someone is using to take advantage.”

“We want to believe in the good with the people we love,” Joel reasoned with her, lifting his wrist to show the handmade bracelet that his daughter made for him. “We wear the things that the people who love us the most make for us because we want to support them. You wanted your father to love you so you wore that necklace in hopes that he really did care and love for you Y/N.”

Joel stroked his thumb in over her wrist where the bracelet Sarah had made for Y/N that he had given her on her birthday was, “We’re going to find out who did this Y/N.”

“He’s right,” Negan slurred, pressing a kiss over the side of her face while she continued to cry. “We have to move Y/N. If they are tracking us, they will know where we are. We’ve gotta go.”

Unhurriedly releasing her, Joel stood up and went to reach for Y/N, but Negan held his hand up to stop him, “Grab the guns, Joel.”

“Negan?” Joel heard Negan roar out when he managed to get to his knees hooking his arms under Y/N’s knees before getting her arms to hook around his shoulders. Surprising Joel, Negan managed to pick Y/N up in his arms as he took his time getting to the car. After grabbing the guns, Joel moved for the SUV to open the back door allowing Negan to get in the backseat with Y/N keeping her in his arms while she continued to cry.

Closing up the door, Joel moved as swiftly as he could to the driver’s seat. Getting in, he tossed the guns in a safe space before starting up the SUV. Peeling out of the parking area, Joel was quick to get back on the road so they could get out of there. At first, he drove around a while knowing that they just had to get out of the area.

Often, he would look back and steal looks at Negan holding Y/N in his arms in the backseat. Whispering comforting words to her, Negan was doing his best to make her calm down and Joel realized that Negan was so much better at this than he was. It seemed like Negan knew what to do in order to calm her down while still being there for her and it made his chest ache. Once things subsided a little bit they talked about where they should be headed and Negan suggested the safehouse that Simon told them about. Joel wasn’t incredibly sure about that considering everything they had gone through, but Negan seemed to trust Simon with everything that he was so they headed in that direction which was a few states over. It wasn’t going to be a short trip.

Joel kept driving until it got dark and when it did, he knew they all needed some rest so he pulled off into a wooded area for them to sleep. It just felt safer being in the car right now instead of sleeping at another motel after what happened. Y/N thought she discovered how they had been followed with her necklace and while he thought she may have been right he just wanted to be safe with things. Joel put his seat back while Y/N and Negan laid together in the back.

Even though he barely had the strength, Negan still was there in attempts to try to talk Y/N through things with Poppy. It was obvious why Y/N felt so close to Negan. The way the two of them were together, they hand a bond. And everything Negan said sounded so pure and loving without him even having to try that hard.

Eventually they fell asleep together and Joel gazed back over his shoulder feeling his jaw tightening seeing that she was sleeping in Negan’s arms almost comfortable for the first time since everything happened with Poppy. A sense of jealousy flooded his veins seeing her with Negan like she was. If things weren’t so fucked up that could have been him with her. Instead she fell into Negan’s arms and it made a lump develop in his throat.

Trying to turn away in the opposite direction, Joel bunched up his shirt in attempts to rest against the door. It took a while before he finally fell asleep. And when he woke up in the morning, he was sore as hell. They probably all were. The next day was always the hardest after getting injured. Pulling himself out of the car while Negan and Y/N were still sleeping in the back, Joel knew he needed a few moments to himself. After walking around for a few, he was surprised to find that Y/N was out of the SUV when he got back looking through one of the bags.

“Where did you go?” she gazed back at him when the sound of him walking was undoubtedly heard behind her.

“I had to…empty my bladder,” Joel explained making her smirk at the way he announced that when he moved in beside her to see that she was pulling out the antibiotics he had her taking for her gunshot wound and pain medication. “I think I’m going to need some of those.”

After grabbing two for herself, she tossed the bottle over to Joel who took two for himself. They shared a water to take the pills before resting back against the SUV. Awkward silence surrounded them while their arms rubbed up together.

“Are you feeling any better?” Joel’s eyebrow arched up, his head lowering just enough to tip down to look at her. That was a dumb question and he knew that he shouldn’t have asked it. But he was worried about her.

“Not really,” she was honest instead of lying to him. “I’m not sure I’m ever going to be okay Joel.”

“I don’t think any of us expect you to be,” Joel replied with a frown, his fingers extending out enough to skim in over hers. Loosely their fingers hooked together. “Do you really think this safehouse is…safe?”

“We have nowhere else to go, so I have to hope that this will work,” she claimed, her face twisting with discomfort. Her lips parted and she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. It was obvious she wanted to though and she was just working herself up to it. “When we go to the safehouse, are you still leaving?”

Squeezing her fingers in his hand, Joel sighed and looked away from her knowing that doing that was giving her his answer, “I am.”

“Okay,” she simply whispered, keeping her fingers hooked with Joel’s as she stepped before him. Tipping up on her toes, she pressed a loving kiss over the side of his face making him close his eyes at the closeness of her. Using her free hand, she stroked over his cheek making him let out a shuddering breath. “If there is one thing I learned in the last twenty-four hours, it’s to let the people that mean something to you know that you care about them. So here it goes…”

Joel felt his chest tightening when she stepped back, but still kept her fingers hooked with his. Stroking her thumb over the back of his hand had chills flooding his body and he could see that she was starting to cry again, but it was far more contained than the times before.

“You saved my life and for that I will be forever grateful for you,” she declared nodding her head and letting out a shuddering breath. “I don’t know if when you leave if I will ever see you again, but I know you love your daughter and I don’t want you to think that I’m holding that against you. I was being greedy by wanting to keep you here and now I understand that. It’s very dangerous being with me. You’re not wrong. And I love you. So I do think it’s for the best if you do leave because your daughter deserves to have her father. So I guess before we have to make it weird, this is my thank you and my goodbye before we separate our ways once we get to that safehouse.”

Stepping forward, Joel raised his palm and stroked over the side of her face sweeping away the tears that were there. With her bottom lip quivering, Joel felt his own eyes tearing over while he stared down at her and she shrugged her shoulders, “I mean it when I tell you that I love you. I do. I think you’re beautiful inside and out. No matter what our relationship stemmed from. You’re an amazing man Joel Miller and I want you to know that I’m happy to have experienced the time with you that I did. I wish I could go back in time and fix things for you. If anyone deserves a happy life, it’s you.”

Parting his lips, Joel let out what sounded like a small whimper before cupping her face in his hands. Tipping down, he brought their lips together to kiss her knowing that he shouldn’t have been doing it with Negan in the car but it was an emotional moment and he was being fueled by the way he was feeling in that moment. It was a sweet, delicate sweeping motion with his lips over hers. When he pulled away, he rest his forehead against hers while caressing his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“I’m so sorry,” Joel apologized, his thumb dragging over her bottom lip making her eyes come to a tight close. “I had no idea what your life was like. What I did was wrong, but…I don’t regret feeling for you. Because I do.”

“I forgive you,” she whispered making him let out a shuddering breath. Grabbing his hand, she placed a kiss over the back of his hand and gave his fingers a tight squeeze. “I can’t live in anger or hold grudges. Not when I have no idea what tomorrow brings. I’m just glad it brought you into my life because I did, I do and I will forever love you, Joel.”

Letting out an overwhelmed exhale, Joel continued to brush his fingers over the side of her face knowing that she meant it. There was no doubt that she loved both him and Negan. He knew that and he understood it. Right now his emotions were spiraling out of control. There were the feelings that he had for her and the thoughts he had with going back to his family.

“We should probably wake Negan to at least give him some of his medicine and then I will drive for a while. Let you rest in the passenger’s seat,” she released Joel and, in that moment, he didn’t know if he felt like that was really the final goodbye he wanted the two of them to have.

It felt like it lacked emotion from him and he didn’t want to leave her with a lack of things on his side. But when she went to get Negan his pills, he knew that it was just something he would have to deal with. Negan could barely move when he woke up this morning and it was obvious he was going to need rest. Hell, even Joel hurt more than he cared to admit. So when it was time to leave, he got his shit together and just got into the car beside her.

Unintentionally he fell asleep while she was driving and by the time he woke up it was already dark making him let out a worried breath. When he jolted forward, she reached out to place her hand in over his thigh to calm him down, “You both needed the sleep. It’s okay.”

Shakily Joel brushed his fingers through his messy hair when she looked back over her shoulder to steal a glance at Negan who was breathing unevenly and loudly. It made Joel wonder if Negan had been injured more than they actually knew.

“Hey Negan?” she called out to him, but it was no use so Joel reached back to touch Negan giving him a gentle shake. With his long eyelashes fluttering to an open, Negan tried pulling himself up into a seated position. His arms were shaking while he tried to use the strength that he had to get himself up. “Take your time, I just need you to write down Rick’s contact information and address for when we get to the safehouse.”

With a nod, Negan managed to get himself seated. Shakily reaching out for something, Negan grabbed a receipt that they had in the car from some fast food they had picked up earlier. Joel grabbed a marker that they had in the front handing it over to Negan. Using his mouth to pull the cap off, Negan tremored while he wrote down the information.

“We’re almost there,” Y/N alerted them making Joel’s throat go dry at the idea that they were going to be officially separating. “Joel, we need Bill’s phone number so we can know that you’re okay.”

“Of course,” Joel accepted the paper that Negan gave him and ripped it in half. Writing down the number he handed it over to Y/N and when they pulled down the road that the home was on Joel felt awkward all over again. It was a dark road much like the last one. Except this time the house was much smaller in a very secluded area. Parking at the end of the driveway, Y/N looked to Joel and they stared at one another. “I guess this is it.”

“Let’s grab our stuff,” she spoke up to Negan who had a hard time getting out of the car, but he was pushing himself to do so. Negan grabbed one of the handguns and their bags that had their personal belongings. Y/N left the money that she had grabbed with Joel promising him that she would be fine. Negan’s arm was hooked around her shoulders while she did her best to keep a barely conscious Negan up. “Goodbye Joel.”

“I should help you into the house,” Joel suggested making her shake her head and look back toward the home to see that it was dark.

“Simon said no one has been here in years. We’ll be okay,” she assured Joel showing that she didn’t want to focus too much on him leaving. It was emotional for her. There were tears in her eyes and Joel knew that she was doing her best to push him away so she didn’t break over him leaving. “Goodbye Joel.”

“Goodbye,” Joel breathed out watching her carefully turning Negan so that they could start walking to the entrance of the home that was there. Sitting in the front seat of the SUV, Joel watched them for a moment letting out an aggravated sound. “You need to leave Joel.”

Forcing himself to start driving away, Joel looked in the rearview mirror seeing Y/N and Negan moving slowly toward the home. Once he got to the bottom of the road to leave the safehouse, he stopped. There was no traffic. No one was out there. Hell it was in the middle of nowhere. There shouldn’t have been anyone there. Over and over again he tried to convince himself to go, but he was stuck.

Hitting the steering wheel made the brights from the SUV turn on revealing in the woods across the street what looked to be cars that were hidden behind brush making Joel let out a nervous sound. Pulling open the door, he looked down at the muddy ground to see that there were multiple tire prints there leaving him to think about what she said. Simon told her that this house had been empty for years. They were in the middle of nowhere. This didn’t make sense.

Putting the car into reverse, Joel turned off the lights and gunned it backwards looking over his shoulder to see where he was going. Stopping the SUV, Joel immediately reached for the handgun that had been given to him. Leaving the SUV running, Joel hopped out of the front seat after parking it to run out into the yard.

Right as Y/N and Negan were about to approach the door, Joel lunged forward wrapping his arms around the both of them to pull them into the bushes that were in front of the home. Wincing out in pain, Negan couldn’t contain himself and Joel immediately covered Negan’s mouth with his free hand.

Placing his finger over his lips, Joel motioned them to be quiet when a light flashed inside of the house making Y/N’s eyes get big at the sight of it. Pushing Negan and Y/N’s heads further down, Joel watched from where he was seeing that the door opened.

“I swear to God, I fucking heard something,” someone’s voice muttered making Joel tense up wondering how many people were inside. He knew that the three of them could not take on another round of people that were here to attack them. Negan was the strongest of the three of them and he was completely out of it. The best chance they had was to stay quiet and escape when they could. “It’s so fucking dark out here. We should turn a light on.”

“So when they get here, we can let them know that we’re here waiting for them?” another voice snapped from behind the stranger who stepped out to look around. Lowering down as much as possible, Joel knew the less they moved the better. “Get the fuck back in here before they spot you outside. If they see you, they are going to keep on driving.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the original stranger grumbled heading back into the house slamming the door behind him. Watching the window, Joel paid attention to the light before it was far enough away.

Speaking quietly, Joel leaned forward to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “You’re going to run for the SUV. It’s at the bottom of the driveway. I left the door open and the truck is running. You run, I’ve got Negan. Once I get him into the back you drive and you drive as fast as you possibly can. Do you understand me?”

Nodding, she did what Joel requested of her when he pointed toward the SUV. Using the strength that he still had, Joel stood up and threw Negan over his shoulder. Carrying the taller man as quickly as he could, Joel managed to get to the SUV and fell into the backseat with Negan. Before he could even close the door, Y/N was pulling out of the driveway. Scrambling for the door, Joel closed it shut and let out a panicked breath looking back to make sure they weren’t being followed.

“How did you know?” Y/N questioned making Joel bite down on his bottom lip while he clung to the gun making sure to keep them safe while she drove. “I don’t understand. They said it had been empty for years.”

“Well either Simon is the fucking bad guy or his phone is tapped,” Joel announced looking to Negan who had propped himself up against the door of the backseat of the SUV. “Because there were several cars hidden in the woods across the street and there were tire tracks. They set you up, again. You can’t trust anyone that is involved with your father. Including Simon.”

“I don’t understand,” Negan stammered, wrapping his arm around his ribs while shaking his head. “Simon was there for Lucille and me when I had nothing. I got a job because of him and he…I refuse to believe that Simon did this.”

“Then someone is tapping his phone Negan,” Joel asserted making Negan frown and rest his head against the window of the backseat. “Y/N you need to keep driving. Once we’re far enough away we’ll switch. I’m taking us to the only place where I know we will be safe.”

“Where is that?” Y/N wondered looking in the rearview mirror to see that Joel was still watching the back like a hawk almost waiting for them to be followed.

“Bill’s,” Joel answered with a loud swallow making her let out a surprised sound. “I don’t care what he fucking says. I’m taking both you and Negan there with me. I’ll leave Sarah and Tommy with Rick until we can figure this shit out because I’m not going to allow the two of you to die.”

And that’s what they did. When Joel knew they weren’t being followed, they switched spots and Joel drove for hours to get them to Bill’s home. By the time they finally got there, they left their things in the SUV while Joel helped Negan walk up to the front door.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” Y/N announced knowing that Bill was pretty firm on the fact that he didn’t want them there. Instead of hearing her worries, Joel rang the doorbell and waited. When it was taking some time Joel started ringing the bell over and over again while he balanced Negan’s weight with his other arm. “No one is home.”

“Oh, they are home,” Joel guaranteed her and a moment later the door pulled open to reveal the panicked expression of the homely looking man before them. The man was an average height, his beard bushy and his hair long. “Let us in Bill.”

“Joel! What the hell?” Bill snapped and that’s when another man slowly revealed himself from behind Bill. When Bill heard him, he waved his hand to get the man to stop moving forward toward them. “Stay there.”

“They look like hell,” the other man announced stepping forward toward the door, but Bill placed his hand in over the man’s chest to keep him from moving forward. “They need medical help.”

“We don’t know if they’ve been followed, we can’t have them here,” Bill declared making Joel’s glare grow deeper. Gazing between the three of them, Bill’s eyes fell upon Y/N and he immediately shook his head. “Especially her.”

“I know you have the tools to make sure that we aren’t being tracked. We’ll grab the SUV and ditch it if you’re worried, but you have to let us in. We have to figure out what is happening. You owe me. You owe me after what I did to save your life,” Joel reminded Bill with an overwhelmed exhale. Flustered, Bill look between all of them and shook his head. “We have money Bill. Lots of it in the car. Whatever it takes, we need your help.”

“Oh, I don’t want or need your blood money,” Bill snorted, folding his arms out in front of his chest making it clear where he stood on the situation. “You’re lucky that I was helping you to begin with.”

A pained sound fell from Negan’s throat, his head dropping forward causing the man that Bill was with to push through to try to help Negan. It caused Bill to shake his head and he put his arm up to block them from entering the home, “Damn it Frank! No! We can’t take in all the strays because when we do that, they are going to bring their fleas in with us and we’re going to end up catching them.”

“Listen you son of a bitch,” Y/N snapped, moving forward to shove her hand into the center of Bill’s chest making him huff out. “We’re not fucking dogs. We’re human beings. And as far as I’m concerned, I don’t like you very much, but you’re the only person that can help us. I was shot on my birthday. I traveled across the country to stay safe and I ended up losing my best friend. The one person in my life that loved me unconditionally. I’ve had to watch these two almost die to keep me safe. Grow a fucking sack for once in your miserable life and help us. Or I swear to God…”

An impressed sound fell from Bill’s throat causing him to lower his arm which allowed Frank to help Joel push through him to get Negan into the living room that had a large piano in it. With her eyes locked on Bill’s, she slowly followed him into the house. After he let her in, he lowered his head and cussed to himself. It seemed like he was having a fight amongst himself and she didn’t know what to say.

“Bill?” Frank called out to the smaller man of the two making Bill hold his hand up to stop him.

“We shouldn’t have brought them in here,” Bill stated, looking back toward Frank who was looking over Negan who seemed to be dazed.

“We should have and we did,” Frank asserted pointing toward a certain area of the house. “You know you can help them and that’s exactly what we are going to do. So why don’t you be useful and go get the medical supplies so I can get a look at all of them.”

“Fine,” Bill snorted, his angry eyes glancing between all of them. It was clear that he didn’t like agreeing to this, but Frank was the one with the final say in this home and Y/N was thankful for him. Both Joel and Frank were tending to Negan while Bill stood face to face with Y/N. “You know, I never pictured you to do what you just did at that door. Impressive. Truthfully, I’m surprised to see that you’re still alive.”

“You and me both,” she agreed with him letting out a stressed sound when she reached up to place her hand over her throat. It reminded her of being attacked all over again when the pain lingered which made her think of Poppy.

“Bill!” Frank snapped making Bill roll his eyes and stomp off leaving her alone to herself at the other end of the room.

This was their last resort. It was either Bill or they were fucked. And she hoped that Bill would be able to help them. Or else she was doomed. They all were if they couldn’t figure out what was happening once and for all.

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