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theitgirlnetwork · 6 months

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Chapter 3. Friends Don't Fuck Friends

note: Hi everyone, thank you for the love so far on this story, I'm having fun writing it. I have a whole plan for this story, and building a universe that it's part of. Please feel free to send me any questions or leave comments below. Also warning: language, mentions of prostitution, i think that's it. <3

“Hey, Lip, pass me that wrench…Lip. Lip!”

“Aye, shithead, wrench, you don’t hear him talkin’ to you?”

Lip unglues his eyes from the ass in spandex red shorts with translucent tights being waved in his face…across the yard.

“Jesus, V should start chargin’ folks to skulk around the yard, eye fuckin’ princess over there.” Mickey scoffs from his seat on the steps, knocking the ash off of his cigarette.

Lip looks along the street to see the mailman, a couple of kids on the way to school, and some random drunks paused sporadically, all looking at the same view Lip had been admiring. “Hey, fuck off, fuckin’ pervs. Charlotte!”

Charlotte jolts straight from where she was stringing lights along the banister, whipping around to see the men lined up on the other side of the fence. “Oh, uh, can I help you guys?”

“Sure you can.” one of them leers, leaning on the fence. Lip jumps over, shoving the guy away, curling his lip up at them causing them to back away, scattering fully when Ian and Mickey both stand threateningly on the Gallagher side of the fence.

“Christmas uniform?” Lip asks, looking at the rest of her outfit, down to the shirt with a bow that said ‘Unwrap Me’. “Let me do that for you.” he crouches down, starting to wrap the rest of the lights.

“Thanks, I’m trying to get these done before my shift.” she grins, wiping her hands on her shorts. “When I get home I’m gonna try to paint the Santa that Kev brought home black, I think that it’ll be good for Liam to see. And me to be honest.”

Lip’s eyebrows rise as he stands, leaning closer to the girl. “What, you don’t like white men sneaking in at night giving you presents?”

“Not,” Charlotte takes a step back. “when they’re married. Or have girlfriends.”

Mickey whistles from behind him while Ian tries to smother a chuckle.

The blond stands to his full height, cocking his head back. “Thought we agreed to be friends. Change your mind?”

“Not about Mandy. Get permission from her, and we’ll be the best of buddies, kay?” She pats his cheek lightly, and grabs her purse from the stoop. “Ian, Mickey, will you walk me to work?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Free beer?” Mickey asks, swinging his legs over the fence, tossing an arm over Charlotte’s shoulders.

“Two.”

“Three! You little hooker.”

Lip sighs as he watches the three of them walk up the street, cursing himself for wanting anything to do with that sexy little suffragette.

“Knew you’d come back.” Mandy smiles, leaning in her doorway. “What? Little skank doesn’t give head? She looks like the type. Too prissy.”

Lip finds himself cringing at the name she used for the sweet girl who lived next door to him. “I didn’t fuck her.”

“Tried to.” she rolls her eyes, turning back into the house, leaving the door open so he can follow. “I don’t get it, she just got here. You go from fixating on Karen to her. I’m the one who takes care of you.”

Lip flicks his cigarette on the ground, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. Well. Momentary lapse in judgment. Look, I’m sorry alright. But she didn’t know. And believe me, she doesn’t want any fucking thing to do with me now, okay? She wants to be friends…with us. You, mainly.”

“Good.” Mandy hums, grabbing two beers from the fridge, handing one to Lip. “But I don’t wanna be friends with that bitch-”

“She’s gonna be around.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “She’s gonna be around, okay. She’s V’s cousin. V and Kev are family, they live next door. She lives next door. But there’s nothing going on, alright?” He rubs Mandy’s arm. “Seriously. Nothing.”

Mandy stares up into his eyes, biting her lip as she thinks before nodding, kissing his cheek. “Okay. I believe you.”

“So you’ll try, right? To be cool with Charlotte.”

“Fine.” she breathes. “I’ll be cool with the bitch.”

Lip stares back at her, parting his lips to complain again.

“Girls call their friends bitches, calm down.” she holds her hand out to him. “C’mon, I’ll give you a blowie, you look pent up.”

Charlotte hums a christmas song to herself as she scrubs the bar top, pausing to fix the santa hat on her head.

Ian and Mickey had left after a couple of beers and the bar was relatively slow because it was the day shift. It was a surprise since it was a Friday, but she was grateful for the break. She was going out with V and Fiona tomorrow and she was excited. Excited to hang out with her cousin and Fiona. Excited to meet actual men outside of Lip Gallagher.

“Hey, Lottie! Table 13 is requestin’ ya. Get to it.”

“Mmkay. Coming.” she chirps. She turns the corner around the wooden post and pauses when she sees who’s sitting there. “Mandy, hi.”

“Hey. What time do you get off?” The girl asks, taking a bite of the fry in her hand.

“Um, around 8, why?”

Mandy pops the rest of the fry into her mouth and raises her brow. “We’re going out. We’re friends now. Per my boyfriend’s request.”

The emphasis is not lost on Charlotte, but this was what she wanted. Ian had told her Mandy can be pretty great when she’s not feeling possessive. She just needs to show the girl she has no interest in trying to take her boyfriend. So she offers the girl a wide smile, and bounces on her feet. “Great! Okay, so, after my shift, I’ll go home, get cute and meet up with you. This is gonna be fun.” she looks at the empty glass in front of Mandy, “how about a milkshake on me?”

“Beer.”

“Oh-kay.”

“Who’re you going with again?”

“V!” Charlotte whines, her heels clacking on the floor as she rushes across the kitchen.

Her cousin shakes her head, plopping down on the couch. “I agree with Kev, this is stupid, that girl hates you.”

“Not anymore. I don’t like Phillip like that, and she knows it, that’s why she asked me out. It’s gonna be fun.” she hums. “If I don’t like it I’ll just come home.”

“Look, she better bring you home as you went or I’ll show that little white bit-” the doorbell rings and Charlotte shushes her cousin, running out to meet with Mandy.

“Hey, girl, you look nice.” she smiles.

Mandy is wearing a short sequin dress with combat boots. She eyes Charlotte in her black tube top dress with slits up the sides, and crosses her arms. “Thanks. Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

The two girls head up the sidewalk, Ian, Mickey, and Lip are sitting on the stoop smoking. Mandy’s eyes trail over to Lip, waiting. For acknowledgement. A ‘you look nice’ or ‘thanks for doing this’. But all she got was to follow his eyes over to the girl next to her. Watching them stay there. It felt like torture. It really hurt. Mandy was tired of being the one who gets hurt.

A couple hours after the girls left, Lip is feeling pretty damn satisfied with himself. The girls were out, probably shaking their asses, having a good time. And Mandy is essentially a guard dog so they’ll be safe together. Then, he’ll have them both around, Mandy for screwin’ around, and Charlotte for…well…he hasn’t figured out what he needs Charlotte for yet. But at least all of that hard to get bullshit would go away.

He walks back into his room with some pep in his step, fresh out of the shower with a towel low on his waist. Lip pulls some underwear on and goes to grab a joint from his stash when he hears some vibrating. He follows the sound to Ian’s bed where his phone lays.

“Ian! Your phone! It’s-” flashing brightly on the screen is the name ‘Lottie’ with a picture of Ian with the girl kissing his cheek. Lip brings the phone to his ears “Fuck…hello?”

“Ian? It’s me, Charlotte. Um…can you come get me?”

“Charlotte? Where the fuck are you? Are you okay?” Lip huffs, tugging on some pants and shoving his feet into shoes. “Why are you whispering?”

“Oh, Phillip, hi…can you give the phone to Ian?” her voice cracks a little.

“No, what the fuck, what’s going on?”

“I…Mandy and I got separated and I’m in some house with some random guys that I don’t know. I locked myself in the bathroom, but…I need someone to come get me.”

“Alright, honey, look I’m coming, I just need an address alright. I’m comin’, I just need an address.”

“I…I don’t know, should I go look?”

“No, honey, Charlotte, stay in the bathroom, I’ll figure it out, fuck!” Lip growls, running out of the room and down the steps, swinging the door open and ignoring Ian’s calls.

When he opens the door, Mandy is standing on the stoop, a smile on her face. “Hey, Lip. You headed somewhere?”

“Where is she?”

“Who?” Mandy asks, shoving him back softly as he grips her arms. “Where is who?”

“Fuck, fuckin’ Charlotte, where is Charlotte? You left her somewhere?” The blond panics, hair sticking out everywhere, blue eyes wide with panic.

“How do you know she didn’t leave me?” she asks.

“Are you fucking kidding?” Lip growls, gripping her again. “An address!”

“Fuck, its 303 on Shelby.” Lip pushes past her, Ian and Mickey close behind.

“Christ, Mandy, you took that snowflake to a fuckin’ whorehouse?” Mickey scoffs.

“She belongs there. Boyfriend stealing tramp.”

Lip doesn’t even bother to look back, jingling the spare key he had made to Kev’s car in his hand as he climbs in and speeds off down the road.

Charlotte, has herself tucked tightly against the door, acting as a human barricade. Her knees close to her chest, her eyes shut tightly. V, I should’ve called V. And Kev would have come. But I didn’t want anyone to be in trouble. I’m…I’m scared.

There’s a loud knocking at the door, for the first time in like forty minutes. “No…” the banging continues and she flinches, trying to use the stern voice V told her to use when her boobs first came in, “No go the fuck away! Fuck off!”

“Lottie, come on, it’s me. Ian.”

“Ian?” she shoots up from her spot on the tile floor, yanking the door open and seeing her redheaded friend. She launches forward into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Ian. Oh my God you fucking came.”

He wraps his arms around her tightly, tucking her head tightly into his jacket. “Keep your head down alright, just walk with me.” Ian quietly leads her out of the house, the sound of pounding music fades and the cool Chicago air surrounds her. Two more sets of footsteps join theirs and the sound of two guns being put on safety clicks in her ears.

Once they’re in the car, Ian uncovers her face, and they pull forward, Charlotte stares forward quietly.

Lip doesn’t look back. He doesn’t want to see her tear stained cheeks, or water filled eyes. He doesn’t want to think about how angry this fucking stunt Mandy pulled makes him. And he doesn’t want to face the fact that he’s the reason she was even in there. Instead, he quietly rests his head on the headrest, looking everywhere but the rearview mirror.

When they get to V and Kev’s house, all three men prepare themselves for Charlotte to go running into the house, fall into her cousin’s arms and cry about what happened. But as they pulled up, they sat in silence as her sniffles slowed. She stares at the house, wiping away falling tears before turning to Ian asking quietly. “Do you have a water bottle?”

Ian glances at her before kicking his boyfriend’s seat. “Mick, give her yours.”

“What?” he grunts. Ian kicks again and Mickey huffs. “Yeah, okay, fucksake.”

Charlotte ties her hair back before splashing the water on her face, taking the shirt Lip had loaned her to cover herself with as they left, scrubbing her face. After, she takes her hair down and works a smile onto her face. “Good?”

Lip can’t look. He can’t.

But Mickey does, nodding quietly as the girl hops out of the car and all but skips up the walkway, taking her key out and going into the house. “Great, princess isn’t a snitch. Let’s go home.”

Over the next few days the house is quiet. Or quiet for the Gallaghers. Mandy’s been AWOL since that night and Charlotte’s been keeping her distance. Aside from small smiles she’s been staying away from Lip like he’s the plague.

Until a week later at 1 am when Lip got up to get a drink and he heard a squeal coming from Debbie’s room. She was supposed to be at a sleepover but forever the big brother he ran anyway swinging the door open, bat in hand, only to find Frank stuck in the window.

“Hello, son, help your old man in will you?” he slurs, burping before falling limp again. “Quickly, please my boy, there’s some rather attractive girl screaming and throwing rocks at me from outside.”

“Fuckin’ Frank.” he huffs, jogging outside to find Charlotte, picking up rocks and launching them at his father’s dangling ass.

“Phillip! Phillip, you there’s s-some man, trying to break into Debbie’s room. I left my phone inside and apparently no one in this goddamn neighborhood takes screaming seriously! You have to call the cops!”

“You know, I would, but he'll come back anyway.” the blond sighs.

“What?”

“He’s my dad.”

“Oh.” Charlotte breathes, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, sorry Mr. Gallagher!”

“Don’t uh, don’t apologize to him, he is breaking in. And he’s a fuckin’ drunk.”

“That’s alright young lady. Why don’t you come on inside and pull me in, then we can get to know…” Frank grunts, legs kicking himself a little further in. “Each other better.”

“Fuck Frank.”

“Oh, unless you’ve staked your claim here as well son. Despite the chemistry I felt between us when you were launching rock at my ass, I promised I would never do that to my son again. Begone, Temptress.”

Charlotte just laughs, dropping the remaining rocks

In her hand, placing it over her chest. “Jesus.” She breathes. Cold air shows the expelling of her breath.

Lip kicks the ground in front of him lightly, staring at the girl. “M’sorry everytime you’re around me some shit is happening. Did uh…did Frank scare you?”

“Mm no.” She hums. “I don’t scare easily.” Lip scoffs laughing and she rolls her eyes, “okay I do, but I recover quickly.”

“Okay. Okay good.” He smiles at the ground, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “Um, Debbie is at this lady Sheila’s house. Doesn’t come home until tomorrow mornin’. So uh, he’s not gonna wake her up or anythin’.”

“Good. Kids need sleep.”

Lip watches Charlotte shift her weight from side to side, looking up the street. “So do pretty girls. What’re you doin’ up, you’ve been home from work for a couple hours.”

The woman’s eyes widen as she looks at him, mouth opening and closing before she decided to speak. “You uh…you watch me come home from work?”

Lip takes a drag from the cigarette and surprises himself when he makes the effort to blow the smoke in the opposite direction, making sure it doesn't blow into the girl’s face. “I…uh just like making sure you get home safe.” He gets closer, dipping his head to get a better look at her sheepish face. “That’s what friends do, right?”

Charlotte shakes her head, grin still on her face as she begins to back toward her yard. “No, nope, we had a deal…and-”

“Hey, I held up my end, it’s not my fault my ex was a psycho.”

“Ex?” Charlotte’s head jerks up, her brows furrowed. “That wasn’t-”

“Not because of you. It was a long time comin’.” And Lip means it. He’d attempted to break up with Mandy more times than he could count on his fingers. And toes. But the girl was fuckin’ persistant and well…good at distracting him. But he never saw their thing as something that would last. It was fun. Stress relief. Until it became stressful. Shit he still didn’t know if she considered him shoving past her at the house and ignoring her since the incident breaking up or a lovers spat. Lip had no intentions of going back though. He’s set his sights elsewhere.

“I’m sorry. About Mandy.”

“Yeah? Don’t be.” He sighs, watching her rub her arms in hopes of creating some warmth. “So what were you doin’ out here?”

“I was…feeling antsy. Can’t sleep, back home, when I can’t sleep, I usually walk it off. I only got this far before I saw your dad.”

“You thought you were gonna go on a walk by yourself? Out here?” Lip asks incredulously. Charlotte offers him a nod and a shrug, reaching into her reindeer pajama pants pocket and producing a small bedazzled can of pepper spray. “Yeah, okay, stay here, bunny, I’ll be back.”

“What? Phillip?” she calls after him as he disappears into the house. “Bunny?”

When Lip comes back out he has a shirt and a jacket on, another jacket in his hands with a hat balled up in the pocket. “C’mere, arms through, let’s go.” he pulls the jacket onto her, zipping her up before pulling the hat out of the pocket and tugging it onto her head.

“Stop, it’s messing up my hair.” she whines, trying to push at his hands.

“Yeah, you want pretty hair or pneumonia?” He grunts, tugging that hat down further, “you look pretty anyway, c’mon. Let’s go on your walk.”

“Fine. As friends, Phillip. Friends.” She asserts.

“Yes, yeah, friends. Let’s go.” Lip huffs, pulling her closer to him, hanging his arm over her shoulder.

“You couldn’t have grabbed one of Fiona’s jackets? This one is ugly.”

“Brat.”

“These are so pretty. Why don’t they do this in the neighborhood we’re in?” Charlotte asks.

They’d walked a whole away. Lip took her to one of those bougie neighborhoods a little ways away where they participate in some stupid, Christmas yard decoration competition. There are lights, little mangers, and blow up shit everywhere. He’d always thought it was stupid but Liam loves coming over here, and so did Debbie and Ian when they were younger. He’d tried to take Karen over here with Debbie and Liam last year and she’d wandered off and given a blowjob to one of the neighborhood dads. He’d never bothered to bring Mandy, didn’t even think of it.

But before he knew it, during their walk, he’d just led Charlotte here. Her eyes lit up as they walked from house to house. Her cold, soft, smaller hands in his warm, rough, larger ones as she pulled him throughout the neighborhood. Her eyes light up with each new arrangement she sees. They scooted closer, pressing their cheeks together as they took pictures, in almost all of them blue eyes were on her instead of the camera. Watching, relishing in a wide, dimpled smile.

They walk like they're playing a game, switching her from hand to hand, from his right to his left, back and front. “Seriously?”

“I think it would make the neighborhood kids happy.” she hums. “I love Christmas.”

“I see that.” Lip nods, letting her twirl before pulling her back to him again, wrapping his arm around her with his forearm over her chest. “You uh…gonna go home to Virginia for Christmas?”

Charlotte shrugs, letting her head rest back against his chest as they stop in front of a brightly lit house. “Dunno. If I save up enough to go back home. If not I’ll spend it with Kev and V. And You Gallaghers.” she grins, reaching up and squeezing Lip’s cheek.

“Ha, yeah.”

“Thank you, by the way.” Charlotte mumbles, toying with the sleeve of Lip’s jacket. “I…thank you for coming to get me so quick, and bringing Ian and Mickey. I was…was really scared so thank you.”

“‘S’okay. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I like hangin’ out with you. When you let me.” Lip nudges her shoulder forward with his own.

“Yeah?” she smiles, turning her head to look back at him. “Me too. And thanks for taking me to see this too. I like living with V and Kev, but this place is really different than where I’m from. This was nice. Reminds me of home. And I know it’s not your thing. Next friend date, we’ll do something you’ll like to do.” Charlotte promises.

“Nah, this was fun.” Lip shrugs, letting Charlotte break out of his grip, pulling him along with her. “Date huh?”

“Friend date, Phillip.” she corrects. “So think about what you’d wanna do, give me a ballpark and I’ll plan it.”

“Yeah? I know,” the blond moves closer, pushing her hair away from her neck, placing a kiss on her shoulder before bringing his hand to her jaw, kissing her neck and jaw too. “What I wanna do. Hm?” he hums, placing an open mouthed kiss on her skin.

Charlotte releases a heavy breath, the light whimper in her throat isn’t lost on Lip as he uses his other hand to grip her waist. “Phillip…okay Phillip,” she stammers, pushing at his chest, sighing when he pulls back only slightly, keeping them face to face, sharing air. Charlotte clears her throat, offering him a dimpled smile. “Friends don’t fuck friends.” she pushes him one more time, leaving their embrace and heading back down the street.

Lip stares after her incredulously, adjusting himself before mumbling a ‘fuck’ under his breath and following the girl. “Um yeah, they fuckin’ do!”

“Well we don’t!”

“I went on a vacation there, once, with my ex-boyfriend, it was nice. I loved North Carolina.” Charlotte smiles.

“Yeah, doubt it was the part that my cousin is from. But, uh, he’s a good kid.” Lip nods, rubbing his thumb along the skin on her hip, disappointed to see the sign to their street up ahead. They’d been out for hours, but it’s only felt like a few minutes. He doesn’t want to take her home yet. “So ex-boyfriend. Is he uh…still around?”

“Why?”

Lip shrugs, ushering her toward her home, stopping her from taking the hat off and mumbling ‘keep it’. “M’kinda hopin’ he’s an asshole, less competition for me right? You gotta get over this friend thing some time. Hopin’ I’m the one who’s around when you do.”

“Phillip…” she sighs, an exasperated smile on her face when she whirls around to look him in the eye.

“Bunny?”

“Where’d that come from, huh?” she asks, tilting her head.

Lip nudges her chin softly with his knuckle. “What, you don’t like that? It’s cute. Like you.”

“Hm.” she scoffs, leaning closer to his face. “F-R-I-E-N-”

“Lip!” a voice shouts from the Gallagher’s steps. Lip’s head drops in defeat, the muscle in his jaw jumps as he grits his teeth. “Thank God you came home, finally! No one is opening the door! I’m freezing my ass off here!”

“Jesus, it’s fuckin’ five in the mornin’. What’re you doin’ here?” Lip groans, pushing Charlotte behind him slightly.

“Oh, my sweet boy, I’ve missed you. I’m so glad to be home. You look so handsome.” shaky, cold hands cup his face causing him to swear under his breath.

“Fuck, get..get off.” He knocks her hands away.

“And who is this? You’re really pretty, are you my Lippy’s girlfriend? You guys getting back from a date?” she winks dramatically.

Charlotte looks up at Lip with wide eyes, taking in his tense shoulders, clenched jaw, and steps between him and the woman, a charming smile planted on her face. “Hi, I’m Lip’s friend Charlotte. And V’s cousin. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, hi, sweetheart!” the woman says cheerfully, throwing her arm tightly around Charlotte, “I’m Monica, Lip’s mommy! C’mon, let’s get you some hot chocolate. You look cold. Is that Lip’s jacket? He never lets anyone borrow his jacket. He’s never been good at sharing…” Monica guides Charlotte to the Gallagher house, only stopping on the stairs to mouth to her son, ‘she’s hot!’ and keep moving.

Lip shakes his head, scrubbing his eyes tiredly, following them in. “Fuck.”

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Away From The Public

Pairing: Jensen x Female!Publicist!Reader

Word count: 3,366

Summary: Lingering looks and touches between Jensen and Y/N at The Boys premiere could put their friendship and working relationship on the line as they can't fight their feelings anymore.

Warnings: Swearing, mild angst, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), brief handjob, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), fluff

A/N: As soon as I saw this photo from The Boys premiere, I knew what I wanted to do with it, and I really like how this turned out, so I hope you all do too! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy.

Cheers came from the crowd behind the barriers as Y/N stepped out of the black SUV. She buttoned up the blazer of her completely black ensemble, apart from her red patent leather heels, standing beside the open car door, waiting for the next person to get out. She saw several fans moving back and forth, trying to see who was about to step onto the carpet, giggling to herself. She always loved this part.

Jensen stepped out of the car, waving as the cheers and screams grew, causing her smile to widen. There it was. She closed the door behind him and flashed her badge to the security guards, thanking them as they were let through. Jensen slipped his sunglasses on before buttoning his black, double-breasted, pinstripe jacket, looking down the carpet as he sighed heavily.

“That’s a lot of cameras,” he remarked, glancing back at her.

“You’re gonna be fine,” she reassured him, patting his arm lightly before she gestured behind her at the rest of the cast. “Chace and Tomer are right behind you, so you’re good.”

Jensen smirked as he raised his fist, allowing her to bump her own into it, giving him a light pat on his back. He walked onto the blue carpet, thanking fans that were there as he signed merch, before waving at them and continuing down the line. Photos were taken first, as Y/N guided him to each spot, simultaneously looking at the schedule on her phone of the outlets that wanted interviews.

“Not as bad as you were thinking, huh?” she asked as she walked past him, pointing out the next stop on the press line.

“Never said it was bad, sweetheart,” he replied, chuckling, “just a lot more than I’m used to.”

“Well, if I do my job right, things are only getting bigger from here,” she stated, flashing him a smile.

“Pretty sure you’ve never done your job wrong, darlin’,” he jested, his usual drawl slipping out slightly as he walked over to the next set up.

Jensen’s hand brushed across hers as he moved past her, glancing back and flashing her that smirk she had come to fall for over the years, before he focused his attention on the interview. They had been friends for years, since the middle of Supernatural’s run when his management changed, and she oversaw his publicity. She always kept things professional, but somewhere along the way he had become a really good friend, and eventually for her at least, he became a lot more in her heart. Still, she had never crossed the line, and she didn’t plan to.

“Hey, you okay?” she heard a voice ask behind her.

Shaking her head, she came back to reality. She smiled at Karen as she stood next to her, giving her a small nod. “Yeah, sorry, I totally spaced for a second.”

“You’ve been busy, I totally get it,” Karen said, smiling softly at her. “At least you don’t have to worry about him after the premiere and get the rest of the night off.”

“Yep, I got a hot date with the hotel bathtub,” Y/N quipped, chuckling lightly as she stepped back and let the other woman pass.

The press line continued until the end of the carpet. The cast stood together as Y/N kept to the side, feeling her heart skip a beat as she watched Jensen interact with the rest of them. They had all welcomed him in so easily, and he fit in with them like he had always been there. She was glad he had such an incredible experience with them, and she hoped that would continue.

Once inside the theatre, Y/N stood close to the doors as the cast and Eric took the stage, answering a few more questions from the host of the evening before the room darkened, ready to air the first episode of the season. She continued to work on her phone, catching glimpses of what was happening and laughing to herself at the crowd’s reaction. She made her way backstage before the episode was over, ready for them to walk back to the cars.

“You know, if you’re not doing anything, you should come to dinner,” Jensen suggested, glancing down at her as they took the back exit of the theatre.

“Really?” she asked, frowning.

“Yeah,” he replied, casually as he shrugged his shoulders. “We haven’t gotten a chance to hang out, might be nice.”

“No, uh… it’s okay, I got a lot of emails to reply to and then I’m gonna soak in the tub,” she declined, a faint smile playing at her lips. “But you guys have fun.”

Jensen guided Karen and Claudia down the carpet, letting them get into the car first before he turned back to Y/N. “Put work away for one night and come out with us. With me.”

She sighed, huffing a small laugh before she looked back at him. “Okay.”

“Awesome.”

Y/N had a hard time deciding what to wear for dinner, considering all that she had brought with her was business attire. Luckily, the black dress she had could be substituted for any occasion and paired with her red heels and small black purse, she had managed to make it work. She joined everyone downstairs, laughing happily as they cheered when they saw her, relieved that they wanted her to come along as well. She and Jensen met eyes, and she noticed his slowly drift down her body before he turned away, walking beside Chace.

She tried not to overthink what just happened.

They had an incredible time at dinner, with great food, great drinks and even better company. Jensen busted out a few stories from Supernatural days, causing Y/N to hold her stomach as she snickered uncontrollably, reminiscing on the early days of their friendship, as everyone else joined in as well. Every now and then, he would look over at her, holding her gaze for a few seconds before someone grabbed his attention, making butterflies flutter within her with each glance. She wasn’t sure what was going on now, but it was dangerous territory.

It was close to midnight when everyone decided to call it a night, with promises to catch up for breakfast before the day’s press junket. Jensen and Y/N said their goodbyes and hung back, grabbing their own cab back to the hotel.

“Night cap?” he asked, pointing behind him to the hotel bar as they walked into the lobby.

Biting her lip, she was about to say no, go up to her room and forget about any of the looks they had shared throughout the night, but she couldn’t do it. “Sure.”

They ordered a tumbler of whiskey and a vodka martini, taking a seat in a booth towards the back of the room. She sipped on her cocktail slowly, turning away from him as she felt his eyes lingering on her. Briefly glancing at him, she took a deep breath as he leaned closer to her, trying to catch her gaze with his.

“You’ve been quiet since dessert,” he observed, taking a sip of the amber liquid.

“I guess I’m just… not really sure what’s going on here,” she admitted, gesturing between them, finally looking up into his green eyes. “I know how I feel about you. How I’ve always felt about you, since the start… but I don’t want to risk our friendship and our working relationship. So, this… whatever this is, it’s a bad idea.”

He smirked, his tongue lightly running over his plump lips as he thought about what she said. “That may be so, but… I know what I want. What I’ve always wanted, but never said anything because of work. I want you. It’s as simple as that.”

“Jensen,” she sighed, shaking her head as she closed her eyes. She suddenly gasped as she felt his fingers lifting her chin, her eyes fluttering open to stare up at him.

“Whatever you want from me, you got it,” he stated, shrugging his shoulders. “I just think we’ve wasted enough time and we can figure everything else out. But it’s your call. Whatever you decide, I’ll respect that.”

Y/N knew it would be difficult to navigate work if they mixed it with pleasure, but everything he just said told her he was willing to go through the hard work with turning their friendship into something more. She beamed up at him as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her lips to his instantly in a passionate kiss. It became heated quicker than they anticipated, a groan escaping him as she briefly pulled away, their faces an inch apart.

“My room,” she told him, shifting back on the circular couch, tugging on his hand.

They rushed towards the elevators, relieved that the doors shut with only them inside. Y/N pressed the button for her floor, wasting no time in pushing herself into him, their lips fused together in a rough kiss. Her hands pulled at his white shirt that he had changed into for dinner, just as his hands roamed over her figure, caressing the curve of her hips. One moved up her back, finding the zipper on her dress, making her reach up and pull it away.

“Not in here,” she breathed against his mouth, nipping lightly at the bottom lip.

“Fuck, I-” he gritted out between his teeth, his jaw clenched as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Patience, Ackles,” she teased, a grin spreading across her face. “All in due time.”

The elevator dinged as the doors opened on Y/N’s floor. Jensen’s impatience got the better of him as he pulled Y/N out by her hand, both practically running towards her room. He pulled her in front of him as she took out the key card, his hands wrapping around her waist and his lips nipping at the flesh of her neck as she slid the card through. They stumbled in, laughing as she dropped the card and her purse on the carpeted floor, his foot kicking the door closed. He pressed her back up against the wall, the fervent kiss not breaking as their hands explored each other’s bodies. He reached for the zipper again, groaning against her lips as it stalled a few times before it finally got to the end. He peeled her dress off slowly as he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes roaming over the exposed skin as it was revealed to him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, leaning down and kissing over her breasts covered by black lace, moving up to her neck.

Y/N’s hands shook as she unbuttoned his white shirt, more from being unable to concentrate as his lips nipped at her flesh rather than any nerves. He moved back long enough for her to shove the sleeves down his arms and throw it on the floor, his breath hitching as her fingers nimbly danced across his torso. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his body pressed against hers, pushing her dress down completely, the fabric pooling around her heels. Looking deep into her eyes, his green orbs darkened as he smirked, causing her to squeeze her thighs together. She was completely aroused already, and they had barely done anything.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice deep and husky as he stared down at her.

Her legs trembled as she moved them apart, a gasp leaving her as his hand dropped down and pulled her panties aside, his fingers lightly running through her folds. A breathy chuckle left him as he moved them back and forth, slowly, causing her to throw her head back, her moan covering the soft thud against the wall.

“So wet already, and it’s all for me,” he whispered, his face close to hers as he gazed at her. “So fucking perfect…”

“Jensen,” she whimpered, her hands pressing into his shoulders as she held onto him, “I need, please- I need-”

He clicked his tongue as he shook his head, brushing his nose against hers before he shifted lower, pecking her lips as he drifted across her jaw, her neck and chest, lightly biting her skin. His teeth pulled down the right cup of her bra, his tongue moving in slow circles around the stiff bud, as his hand moved to her clit. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily as his mouth released the hardened nub with a soft pop and he continued to descend her body, his knees against the carpet as he lifted her leg, covered by her thigh-high stocking. His lips kissed along the nylon before meeting skin, her hands combing into his hair as his head moved between her legs.

“Oh fuck…”

Jensen licked a long stripe against her folds, a soft growl escaping him at the taste of her, repeating the motion. His tongue moved over her swollen nub in tight circles, causing her to moan loudly, her fingers tightening in his short locks.

“Jay, oh my god,” she gasped, glancing down through hooded eyes. “Right there…”

He shifted closer to her, his head tilted as he alternated between paying attention with his skilled muscle to the bundle of nerves and her folds, teasing over her entrance. She cried out as he continued his ministrations, her hips grinding into him as he held onto her leg to keep her balanced. He pulled away slightly, smirking up at her as she tried to move closer to him.

“Taste so good, darlin’,” he whispered, kissing her inner thigh. “Can’t wait for you cum on my tongue…”

“Feels so good, Jensen,” she whimpered, biting her lip as he kissed her flesh again, “so fucking good.”

“Love the way you say my name,” he groaned, nuzzling against her skin, smirking as she jumped slightly at the feel of his beard against her.

Y/N practically screamed as he pressed his tongue to her sex, his motions faster than before, causing her walls to clench as the coil within her tightened in anticipation of her release. She held onto him, her hands pulling at his hair as her head scraped against the wall, her thighs quivering as he continued to bring her to the edge. With one last flick of the skilled muscle, a long rasping moan fell from her lips as the dam broke, her wetness coating his tongue and lips. She breathed heavily as she came down from her high, a soft smile on her face as he lapped at folds.

“Shit,” she hissed, giggling softly. “I can’t feel my legs.”

He smiled as he pulled back, carefully standing up as he continued to hold her leg, afraid she’d fall. He let it rest against his hip as he unbuckled his dark jeans and pulled down the zip, pushing the denim and his boxers down to his knees. Y/N bit her lip as she saw how hard he was, her hand instantly wrapping around his shaft, stroking him gently. He hung his head as he watched her, a low grunt leaving him as her thumb flicked over the head when her hand moved up.

“Gotta be inside you, sweetheart,” he said, slowly pulling her hand away.

Y/N’s arms wrapped around Jensen’s neck, her legs around his waist as he picked her up and pressed her flush against the wall. He took hold of his cock, lining up to her entrance, a strangled moan falling from her lips as he sank into her, their foreheads touching as they breathed heavily. He was buried deep within her, her walls tight around his shaft as he thrusted slowly, pulling out briefly before he moved back in, his hips rolling against her in sensual pace.

“Jay, please,” she pleaded, looking into his eyes with desperation. “More…”

“You want it hard, darlin’?” he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes as he smirked. “Want me to fuck you hard and fast, fuck you so deep you feel it for days?”

“Yes, y-yes, want it hard, please,” she moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

Without delay, Jensen’s thrusts picked up pace, moving harder and faster just the way she wanted. A loud squeal left her as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her thighs tight enough to leave bruises in the morning, their breath fanning against each other’s faces. It was better than anything she had dreamt or pictured in the past.

“Feel so fucking good, so perfect around my cock,” he groaned, gazing at her. “So tight, take me so fucking good…”

“Fuck, right there,” she whimpered, her thighs squeezing around him.

“You close, darlin’?” he asked, softly, nuzzling his nose against hers, the sweet gesture a complete contrast to the way he was pleasuring her.

Looking deep into his green orbs, she nodded frantically. It was the only way she could tell him in that moment, overwhelmed by everything he was making her feel.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his hips rolling against hers, a low growl falling from his lips.

“Fuck, yeah, I wanna cum, make me cum” she pleaded, as her walls clenched around him again, the clear sign that she was close to her release.

He thrusted harder, her back shifting against the wall and sharp moans escaping her with each motion. She felt the familiar heat in her core, the coil winding tighter once more as she held onto him. His cock throbbed as he continued to move within her, his own orgasm looming.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he panted, nipping at her jaw.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, his name on her lips as she let the euphoric bliss wash over her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Jensen!”

Jensen felt her walls contract around his shaft as her wetness covered him, but he was nowhere close to the edge just yet. As she started to come down, he pounded his hips harder, her fading pleasure building up again as her eyes widened. She moaned wantonly as she felt another orgasm approaching, her nails leaving deep lines in his shoulders as she shook against him.

“Oh god, I-” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think straight.

“Come on, darlin’, want you to cum again, I know you got one more in you…” he growled, smirking.

Y/N’s head turned away from him as her eyes squeezed shut, her walls clenching tight once more as her vision was blinding white, a long, loud moan falling from her lips as her slick covered his cock. Small moans continued to leave her as her release triggered his, his neck straining back as a deep grunt escaped him, spurts of his seed coating her walls.

“Oh my god,” she huffed out, breathing heavily as a chuckle bubbled up in her chest. She laughed lightly as she leaned further into him, laying her head against his shoulder.

“That was uh… that was something,” he stated, pushing the words out between breaths.

“Sure was,” she agreed, lifting her head to look deep into those eyes she loved so much.

“So… we’re gonna do that again, right?” he asked, smirking as she cupped his face in her hand. “Cause I’m not ready to give you up just yet.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely happening again… and again… and again,” she replied, pecking his lips softly between her words. “But for now… shower.”

Jensen gently let Y/N’s legs unfold from around his body, a brief hiss from between her teeth as he pulled out of her, the smile on her face reassuring him she was okay. A small grin pulled at his lips as he saw her legs shake while she removed the lingerie that he was too busy to rid her of. He stripped down completely before he took her hand and guided her towards the bathroom.

They had plenty to talk about when it came to how they would handle a relationship along with their working one, but that was something that they could talk about back home.

For the rest of the night, they had other plans for each other that definitely couldn’t wait.

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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happy 2k my love <3

[ APPROACHED ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and sender finally broaches the subject to receiver // with matt murdock.

Okay, but not me blushing over here for the first of many smutty requests👀👀 Love you, Rhi💜🥰💜🥰💜🥰

Embrace it (Matt Murdock x Reader)

“This, this is why you are my favorite,” Matt says as he opens the door for you.

“Not for the late night patch ups or the melodic sound of my voice?” you tease before he places a hand on your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Those are perks, too,” he smirks before his hand gently guides you into his place, closing the door behind him as you toe off your shoes.

“All I have to say is is that everything would have been warmer if you had told me your late night was at your place instead of the office. We’re gonna have to pop this in the microwave.” You help Matt unpack the takeaway in the kitchen and potion it out into plates, your movements comfortable around one another as you warm up the food. “Hey, how come it is just you working on this case tonight? Isn’t it a big one?”

“Yeah, but it’s Foggy and Marci’s anniversary tonight, and Karen has to meet her deadline at the Bulletin.”

“Well, at least now you’re not alone,” you say with a soft smile, one that Matt always seems to know how to meet and return. “Do you think you can take a break for a little? We can have us our own little date night. I can say something that makes something clink in your brain and then I basically win your case for you. You know, like in movies.”

“Because this is clearly a movie.”

“Okay,” you say, dragging out the vowel. “Or, I just get to sit and chat with my boyfriend.”

“I like that,” Matt says with a smile, leaning in for a kiss while one of his hands opens the microwave door before it can beep. Once your dinners are warmed up, we make your way to his couch, situating your bodies to face one another while you eat and talk about anything and everything you can think of.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Matt says, taking a swig of his beer.

“I only wish,” you sigh with a dramatic flop of your head. “I don’t even know how the cat go in the vent! It looked like something out of an NBC comedy when it fell down on the conference table. I actually kinda wish that they didn’t take it to the shelter—don’t you guys still have that mice problem?”

“Firstly, it was rats—.”

“That’s not any better, babe.”

“—secondly, we’ve been seven months since our last incident—.”

“That’s not terribly reassuring.”

“—and thirdly,” he chuckles. “Foggy is allergic to cats.”

“That’s what allergy shots are for!” you laugh.

“I think you missed your calling as a lawyer, angel.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want that to be a reality.” Putting down your plate, you take a sip of your own drink, your action being halted halfway through by your cell. Picking up the phone, you see Foggy’s name light up on the screen. But Matt said he was on an anniversary date . . .?

“Hell—aah!” you screech as you pick up and immediately hang up, throwing your phone across the living room.

“Were they—?” Matt asks, his super hearing clearly having picked up on what Foggy and Marci were doing on the other end.

“Uh huh,” you say, covering your face in your hands, mortified. “I need to go cut off my ear and boil it in bleach.”

Matt laughs as you cover your face in embarrassment at what you just heard. As you begin to calm down, your brain decides to wander a bit. Matt and you have been together for a while now—why haven’t you taken the next step? You know he has had a reputation in the past for being a little more on the promiscuous side, but he’s never tried to take it any further with you.

“You okay, angel?” Matt asks, putting a hand on your forearm.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you manage, running your hand down your face, trying to regain your composure.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” He moves to put his plate down and gives his attention fully to you. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” you start, not entirely sure how to phrase this. “We’ve been together for a while, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” A big, soft, tender smile pulls at his lips, making his eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart skip a beat. “I just . . . I mean, well, w-we haven’t um . . .” Why can’t you just say it? Why haven’t we had sex yet? It’s not that hard to say! You shouldn’t be embarrassed to say it. “We haven’t been . . . intimate yet,” you finish, your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment that you even brought it up.

“Oh,” Matt says softly, clearly not expecting that.

“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up—.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“No, i-it’s fine, I—.”

“I-I want to,” Matt sputters out, the tips of his ears matching the same rosy hue that graces his cheeks. “I do, I just . . .”

His words falter on his tongue, suddenly unsure of how to say what is on his mind. You take his hand in yours, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth over one of the only unbruised knuckles on his hand.

“(Y/N), I really, really care about you, and you deserve the world.” He swallows hard, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob under the stubble that trails down his neck. “If I . . . if we cross that line and something happens to me out there—.”

“Matt, hey, c’mere,” you breathe as you pull him in tightly for a hug, relishing in the feeling of his chest against yours as your fingers run through his hair to soothe him. You mentally chastise yourself. He constantly puts himself on the line, and with such a big heart, of course he’s worried about how that could affect the two of you. “It’s okay. Don’t think like that.”

“But I have to,” he whispers into your neck, his voice small.

Pulling back, you move just enough so you can rest your forehead on his, letting him feel you.

“You are the bravest, smartest, most caring man that I know,” you tell him softly. “You know what to do in the courtroom, and you know what to do out there at night. And every night, I know you’re gonna return And I will always be here waiting for you. Don’t live in that fear, Matt. That’s not living. Embrace what you have, and don't look back.”

Matt brushes his nose against your own before he slowly moves his lips to yours. His soft lips are still against yours for a moment, but they begin to move when he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Matt lets out a soft groan as he presses a kiss deeper against your lips. His strong, calloused hands carefully move down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Through all the sensations that he brings to your body, you have to break the kiss, letting out quick shutters of pure euphoria against his mouth. Matt bunches up the fabric of your shirt at the hem, silently begging permission to do what you have waited so long for him to attempt. You give Matt a series of short, quick nods, knowing that he can pick up on the affirmative motions. The fabric soon leaves your body, your arms raising above your head as soon as you feel him pull it up.

Once tossed aside, Matt holds you incredibly close to his body, forgetting about his paperwork and your dinners as he lifts you from the couch and into his bedroom. Once he lays you down, you become a prisoner in a divine cell, his silk sheets below you and his warm, hard body up above. Matt pulls his pink, swollen lips from yours, pressing a smattering of kisses along your neck and chest like a beautiful assortment of freckles. You move your hands to unbutton his shirt, and Matt quickly assists, harshly tearing the cotton-blend open and sending buttons across the floor. Your hands slide over his exposed skin like it’s second nature, taking time to feel the dips and curves of his muscles and scars. Even though you’ve felt his chest before when patching him up, there’s something about the way yours hands move against him that is so incredibly different and absolutely divine.

“Tell me what you need, angel,” he says breathlessly, his lips infatuated with your body as his rough, calloused fingers move along the seam of your underwear. “Tell me what you need.”

“Please, Matt,” you breathe as you press kisses down his chest. Fuck, he looks like an angel in the neon light that streams in from the giant billboard outside of his apartment. “I just need to feel you. I just need you.”

Before Matt can work to rid your body of the rest of its clothes, he get up off from the mattress and makes quick work of his slacks and boxers. He then leans forward to his bedside table, rummaging around.

“Hey, hey,” you breathe as you gently take hold of his wrist, moving his hand to caress your face. “I just want you.”

“But—.”

“Birth control,” you explain.

Matt just stands, his chest panting up and down, his pupils blown so wide you can hardly see the his beautiful irises.

“I just want to feel you, Matt,” you say softly.

He licks his lips and swallows before moving back over you, kissing you deeply as his hands wrap around your back and his hard cock presses against your folds. Matt’s deft fingers quickly remove the remaining soft fabric of your bra, flinging it behind him.

“Are you sure, angel?” he whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss just below on the juncture of your neck while his hands smooth down your hair.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Matt,” you assure him.

With a big smile, he brings his lips back to yours once more, discarding your panties before he slowly pushes into you. You whine as you work to stretch around him, but Matt’s tender pace maximizes every ounce of pleasure, emphasizing the love in your bodily interaction. Your soft moans fill the room in perfect harmony, your fingers lacing together as he bottoms out. He remains still inside of you, letting you get used to his size and bask in your embrace. Matt smatters kisses all over your face, the lingering embraces following your bone structure.

“You feel like heaven, angel,” he breathes into your hair as you move down to kiss his shoulder.

“Matty,” you breathe, your brain hazy with nothing but him. “I-I need you to move. Please.”

He kisses your face a few more times before you feel the slow drag of his hips. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel him virtually pull all of the way out, except for the tip. A moan falls from your lips as he pushes back in, the absolutely profuse wetness between your legs adding a new layer to your erotic soundtrack.

“You feel so good for me,” he grunts as he continues his ministrations, his nose tracing yours as he presses soft kisses to your lips. “So good for me.”

“Matt,” you breathe. “Oh, fu—Just like that, just like that.”

Matt works to keep a steady pace, hitting exactly where you need him. Once you hook a leg around his waist, it spurs him on, encouraging him to go faster at a deeper angle. Your moans become more frequent with your altered position and his fastened pace, the bliss he brings you only increased by the way his lips begin to worship the supple flesh of your breasts and the hand that snakes between your bodies.

Your whines become needy, begging him to keep on working you in every delicious way that he can.

“Oh, God,” Matt breathes as he picks up his pace even more, his hands tangling at the roots of your hair. “Angel, you’re so fucking good for me.”

“Matty,” you moan, burying your face into his neck while his pounds into you. “R-Right there. Oh, Matty, ooh.”

“I know, angel, I know you’re close. You’re doing so good for me.”

You swallow hard, pushing your head back into the soft pillow and arching your body into his, desperately trying to chase the feeling.

“Good girl,” Matt breathes. “Oh, such a good girl for me.” He removes his hand from your core, the slap of his hips against yours more than making up for the momentary loss in friction. “Cum for me, angel.”

Your eyes pinch shut and you cry out as your nails dig into Matt’s soft skin, decorating his beautiful flesh with little crescents. Matt holds onto you like his life depends on it, cumming not long after you begin to squeeze him like a vice. His grunts are muffled in your skin as he works through his high, his hips moving ever so slightly in with each pulse of his hot seed in you.

Matt’s lips meet yours in a state of pure bliss, letting you know with no words at all just how much he cares about you. You reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he murmurs.

A big smile pulls against your lips. “I love you too, Matt.”

With a few more lazy kisses, Matt slowly pulls out of you with a moan, and let out a breath at the emptiness that you now feel. To make up for it, you curl into the warmth of Matt’s chest.

“Let me clean you up, angel,” he mutters into your hair as he rests his lips on your head.

“Mm, not yet, Matty,” you hum as you snuggle down on him, listening to the inner workings of his body.

He lets out a low chuckle, pulling the blankets up and wrapping his arms around you to hold you securely to his chest, your legs tangled together. You press one more kiss into his soft skin, right above his heart, before you both drift off in each other’s embrace.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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You can Matt Murdock x reader ?

Reader is sister of Elektra’s but reader she's his girlfriend and a secretary at Nelson & Murdock but she hasn't told Matt and when Matt finds out they fight

( I want angst and happy end if you want ofc💟)

Omg Anon, I'm so so sorry this took so long! And I decided to leave it a bit angsty and unresolved 😭 (I'm sorry I'm sorry!)

|| Assist ||

"I'm just going out for lunch, you guys want anything?" you shouted through to the office as you grabbed your jacket and bag from the coat hook.

"Noooope thanks, all good!" came Foggy's reply.

"Can you pick me up a brownie or something?" Karen asked you sweetly.

"Uh sure!" you replied, "Matt?"

He looked up from his laptop and sea of files to give you a smile.

"Surprise me."

You hurried out onto the street and hastily walked a couple of blocks before hailing a cab uptown.

When the car pulled up at your destination you hesitated. The driver pestering for the fare soon pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly paid him along with a generous tip.

On the way back to the office a bit later, you got out of the cab a few streets away again, using the walk to calm your breathing and nerves. If you didn't, he'd know. He couldn't know.

Opening the Nelson, Murdock & Page door you waved around the bag of baked goodies you had picked up on the way back. Karen and Foggy were extremely appreciative of the sugar boost, promising you many drinks in repayment in Josie's after work.

You hung your stuff back on the hook and went into Matt's office.

"You bring me something sweet too?" he grins, beckoning you to him at the desk.

"Maybe…" you reply leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, but he pulls away sharply, a terse expression written on his face.

"Matty? What is it? I was just gonna-"

"Where have you been?" his question is like a drill, not the playful banter you were used to. It was the voice he used when interrogating criminals.

"I- just out for lunch? And the bakery to get cakes… wha-"

He stands up, facing you. "Sweetheart, please. Don't lie."

You're trying to steady your heart rate but it's no use, once he's caught onto it he's like a bloodhound for the truth. You can see his jaw clench.

"Matty I'm not-"

"What were you doing, with her?" he catches you with the question and you're wriggling like a fish hooked through the jaw.

"Who? I don't-" maybe you can still...

"Elektra." he sighs. "Don't deny it, please just tell me. Her scent's on you."

You turn away from him, staring blankly out the window at the city below. Your heart feels so tight. This is everything you were afraid of.

"I… I didn't want to get involved… didn't want to involve you, but…"

"God damn it…"

Matt paces, his hands going from gripping his hair to his hips as he almost wears down a track in the floor.

"What one of her schemes has she got you into? And how? Does she have something on you?"

"No Matt, she just wanted some information, something we had dug up on the Hand."

"Right. Of course. And so… you just gave her it?" He laughed resentfully.

You slumped in the chair in the corner. "Yeah."

Matt was incredulous. "W-why? And why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Across the other side of the room you see Karen and Foggy poke their heads out of Foggy's office at Matt's now raised voice.

It wasn't hard to see the hurt in him. Your eyes began to burn with tears.

"It's not that simple… I didn't want to lie to you Matt, I swear! You know I love you…"

He stalks over to you, so close you can feel anger and pain him coming off him in sickening waves. "Then why did you?"

Your head falls into your hands and you mumble the answer.

"Because she's my sister".

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lady-z-writes · 10 months

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Part 2 of this post (also found on ao3)

Hopper x reader

Warning: explicit.

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“You aren’t naked on my desk in thirty seconds, I get myself off,” the tone is warning, quiet, and the look on his face is hungry.

The music sounds in the other room, but you can hear Hopper counting down as he watches you get undressed.

Completely bare for him in twenty seconds, you gasp at the cool desk against your ass. Hopper has undone his jeans and is palming himself over the material. If he makes you wait, you’re gonna leave a wet spot on the desk.

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It’s not like you missed him or anything, you just get flirty with a few drinks in you and no one at this bar strikes your fancy.

You have his number memorized. Of course you do. Though, you’ve only called twice. Once for pretty decent phone sex…the memory makes you inhale sharply.

Tipsy calling someone from a payphone…who the Hell are you?

You’d made the choice to stay in town over the summer; claimed it was that you missed old friends. Really, you’d been spending lots of time pining over one Chief of Police.

“Yeah?” a gruff voice answers.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

A deep chuckle greets your ears.

“Y/n?”

“Mhm!”

“Ah, Jesus…” if the bar was quieter you’d hear him undoing his belt.

“Come pick me up.”

“Oh, is that a demand? Because you and I both know how this is gonna go if it is…”

You roll your eyes, step closer to the wall, and drop your voice quieter.

“I want you, Jim Hopper.”

There’s a loud cheer in the bar, patrons watching some type of sports game.

A hum, “Sounds like you’re kinda busy. I’ll talk to you…”

“You ass,” you hiss. “Please, big guy?”

He laughs again. “Ok, so lemme guess: you went out for a drink or two, thought maybe you’d find someone to fill the space and there’s no one that knows what you want. Not like I do.”

His voice and the alcohol…you want to play with yourself, but you’re in public standing in this hallway by the bathrooms.

“Yes,” you exhale.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You can imagine he’s stroking his cock to this and you let out a little whine, though you’re sure he can’t hear you over the kerfuffle in the bar.

“Jim, I’m…” you nod and smile as a woman walks by. Quieter, you say, “-I’m in public.”

He breathes heavy. “And…? Come on, baby girl, be forward.” He uses your words against you and you feel yourself heating up in an almost-embarrassed, almost-angry way.

“Jim,” you try to be stern but his silence meets you and you know if you want your way, you’re gonna have to give a little. “I want your mouth.”

“Ohhh,” he seems to appreciate your effort. “Where?” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“My thighs,” you’re practically up against the wall talking into the receiver.

“Nah, where do you really want it?”

You give. You have to. He’ll insist on it, “My pussy.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d love to eat you out right now.”

“Then come do it,” you blurt out.

He gives it a few frustrating seconds, “Where are you right now?”

“Andy’s.”

“Be ready.”

You’re so relieved and then you’re anxious. You’re a rush of nervous energy as you hang up, pay your tab at the bar, and walk out to the patio to wait for your ride.

Twenty minutes. It takes him twenty excruciating minutes to show up. As soon as he’s parking, you stand up to meet him but his door slam surprises you.

He’s exhaling cigarette smoke as he strides over to you. Those damn jeans and a fucking blue flannel…God, you’re melting as his height once again overwhelms you. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when he walks right by, opens the door to the bar.

“You coming or not?”

Your mouth is dropped open.

“Apparently not,” you grumble an innuendo, storming back into the bar.

Hopper barks out a laugh at your retort, taps you on the ass when you walk in.

You’re at the bar. Again. Sitting there next to Jim, feeling that tension that existed the minute you ran into each other at Aunt Karen’s party.

Apparently, he’s old friends with the bartender here. Well, hard to not be when Hawkins is pretty small. And no one gets out of this town.

You’re nursing another drink when you feel his fingers dance across your thigh. His large hand grabs you and you inhale sharply, almost choking on the mouthful of alcohol.

When he slips his fingers between your thighs, you grip his hand; reflex. But you don’t want him to stop, not really. You want him to take it somewhere else though.

“Mr. Ryland’s social studies class? Woo, think we were smoking under the bleachers more than we were in class.”

They continue their conversation and it’s all fine and dandy but you’re way too distracted to focus on anything but being silent and inconspicuous. One sound and he’ll stop, you know that.

Under the bar, his fingers flick against your clit and you’re almost gasping but covering it with a fake cough.

You shoot him a look but he’s pretending to be so engrossed in conversation. You know he sees you. You know you’re his main focus and he’s watching you from the corner of his eye. It’s new to you to have someone so confident and playful but gruff and stern.

His fingers play along the seam of your jeans; teasing you and not putting pressure on your clit anymore.

It goes on like this for five minutes; him building you up just to barely tease you or rest his hand motionless on your thigh. You want so badly for him to put continuous pressure, ease how riled he’s gotten you, but you’re sure people are noticing his hand under the bar – sure it’s pretty obvious what’s going on.

“Finish your drink,” he instructs roughly when the bartender finally leaves to go serve someone else.

You have never guzzled down a drink so fast in your life.

By the time you make it to the parking lot, you’re lightheaded and giddy. Fingers pulling at his shirt, you urge him toward you, grab him by the back of the neck to dip him down to kiss you against the brick building.

He lets out a low growl, “Here?” he shames you. “Christ, woman…”

You whine, “Fine, okay, just make me cum…”

The parking lot’s in the back of the bar, not on the main road and at this hour not many people are stumbling in.

Hopper lowers his eyes to your mouth then blinks back up to meet your gaze. He inhales slowly before letting out a growl.

His grip fumbles for the button of your jeans. You’re breathless when he ghosts a touch over you, dips his middle finger inside your pussy.

“Fuck, so wet for me, baby girl…”

His fingers feel fantastic – the size difference between his digits and yours makes all the difference and your muscles are tensing around him.

It’s not enough. You want his cock.

But for now, you’re gonna have to handle that desire.

“God, Chief…”

This floors him and soon he’s pumping his finger into you with such pressure and speed that you can’t help but reach your orgasm in mere moments. After all that teasing…and now you’re out here in the dark parking lot where anyone could see, getting finger fucked by the Chief of Police. You don’t stop the moan that escapes you when he makes you cum.

“So fuckin’ loud,” he chuckles, kissing your temple before slipping his hand from you and allowing you to button up.

You’re breathless when he pulls away from you. Someone’s in their car, watching you, and when they meet eyes, you feel a tinge of embarrassment…and then pride.

Following him, you rush forward, grip his arm and pull your body closer.

You watch him lick his finger clean of you as he meanders to his Blazer, not caring about the audience.

“Let’s get you home,” his deep voice rumbles when you’re once again on the passenger’s side, reminded of your first night with him.

“What?”

“Hm? Not enough for you?” he teases – you know he’s teasing – but you worry that he’ll leaving you wanting.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that pants tent you’re sporting.”

“Pretty bold of you, considering I’m driving you home…”

“As if road head wasn’t a thing.”

You watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard.

“Ooh, you’re too much,” he grips you by the hair and pulls you into him again, lets you slide into his lap – squeeze yourself between his belly and the steering wheel as he lays the seat back – and he grinds his hard cock against your clothed pussy.

“Here?” you repeat his words from minutes ago.

“No,” he grumbles. “Bad idea. Whole fuckin’ town’ll be talkin’.”

“Let ‘em talk.”

You wish you’d worn a dress. Maybe he would’ve let you fuck him in the Blazer. Instead, he lets things get heated between the two of you, lets himself get good and worked up, and stops before he reaches his breaking point.

Before you know it, you’re upright on the passenger’s side again, trying to focus your attention on anything but his still-hard dick…the dot of precum that you can see when the streetlights hit the passing vehicle just right.

“Can’t go home. El’s having a sleepover,” he finally breaks the silence.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You’d let him take you anywhere at this point. The whole stopping and starting thing has made you desperate for him.

“Wherever you want, Chief.”

And it hits him. He puts the pedal to the floor.

The station.

Chills run down your spine when he pulls up to the fucking police station. You’re buzzing.

“Callahan’s probably on shift, but ignore him. We’ll go to my office.”

“Why’d we park in back…?”

You don’t think you can do this. What’s the excuse gonna be? How are you just going to walk into the station at one in the morning with the Chief who isn’t even in uniform?

And then your mind is drifting…fuck, if he were in uniform…

“You comin’ or what?” he calls to you, holding the door open.

You’re feeling slightly tipsy, face heated as you step through the door. The first thing you notice is the loud music. You imagine they do this to keep themselves awake for late night shifts at the station.

“Hey, Chief, what’s…uh…what’s goin’ on?” Callahan walks from the lobby toward a room with desks, sipping coffee.

“Forgot my wallet here,” Hopper thumbs toward his office, doesn’t acknowledge who you are which leaves Callahan surprised.

You can feel his eyes on you, but as you wait for Hopper to unlock his office, you see Callahan visibly shrug and return to the other room where the music is playing.

“You don’t pull this off with me, you don’t get any privileges tonight,” he huffs against your ear. “Follow my lead.” As you’re nodding, he leaves his office open, pauses in the hallway with you, then makes a point of walking toward the exit, pulling you along. “See ya,” he waves toward the room Callahan’s in.

“Bye, Hopper,” comes a voice over the music as Hopper opens then shuts the front door.

You two press against the corner, out of eyeshot, still inside the building. Now you know why he parked in the back…

A few moments go by before Hopper barely peeks in on Callahan to see if he’s still looking. And then you’re urged to sneak back toward the office.

You’re breathless by the time you make it back, Hopper quietly shutting and locking the door behind you.

The excitement of once again sneaking around is overwhelming and you find yourself so humored by the situation, clinging to his shirt once more, enjoying the proximity of him.

“You aren’t naked on my desk in thirty seconds, I get myself off,” the tone is warning, quiet, and the look on his face is hungry.

The music sounds in the other room but you can hear Hopper counting down as he watches you get undressed.

Tantalizingly slow, he approaches the desk, shoves some papers into another stack, then puts his hands on either side of you.

“Lean back,” he instructs.

Your naked back presses to the cold surface beneath you as he gets on his knees before the desk, pulls your legs over his shoulders, and starts kissing up your thighs. He remembers what you told him you wanted, is eager to please.

The feeling of his facial hair is like nothing else you’ve experienced. Back arching off the desk, you can’t help but cry out when his mouth meets your core.

He chuckles. “Didn’t think I’d forget, did you, duchess?”

You shake your head but you know he isn’t looking because he’s eating you out like a starving man; tongue sloppy and – judging by the moans he’s releasing – he’s enjoying.

“Fuck, so good, Jim.”

“Chief,” he corrects you.

You swallow, nod, “Sorry, Chief.”

“Mmm, better,” he goes right back to it, doesn’t use his fingers though like he knows you want. “Gotta be honest, baby girl,” he breaks away to pepper kisses on your thighs. “M’not gonna be able to wait much longer.”

“Then fuck me.”

Eyes meeting yours as you lean up on your elbows, you see his dark pupils.

It’s all a blur how quickly he shifts positions, but you watch him slide down into his chair, motion you over before pulling his cock out.

“Ride my cock, honey.”

You climb into his lap, easily slide down on his cock, throw your head back when he fills you completely. The moan that leaves you feels like an out-of-body experience and you almost forget where you are.

He chuckles again, kissing your neck, “Quiet…” he reminds you.

You’re sure you hear the music turn down in the other room, but you can’t care about that now. The slightest inclination that you give a fuck about being caught and you know he’ll use it against you; know that he’ll make this stop.

You’d rather the whole town watch you than have him pull away from you at this moment.

Feeling so full of him is extremely pleasurable. He’s girthy and he knows just how to fuck you.

His thumb is pressing against your clit as you ride him – the pressure of his hand against you just adds to the stimulation. He wants you to break, wants to see you sweat because he knows you’re loud; from the phone sex and the first night you met…you’ve proven that.

“Ungh, kept thinking about this,” he admits while he kisses your tits. “Right here, in this chair. Beating off at work…” he huffs a laugh and then, “what the fuck did you do to me?”

Pride swells in your chest as you bounce on his cock.

“Fuck, I’ve been so wet for you, Chief, since we met.”

“Oh, yeah?” he hums. “You think about me?”

“Nothing satisfies me like you do,” you admit. “My fingers, my toys…” his eyes shoot open at that and you can almost see his thought process. “Nothing makes me cum like you do.”

You feel his thrusts up into you deepen, feel his cock twitch inside of you. He loves what he’s hearing.

“Fuck, fuck, hang on…” he gasps, gripping your hips. “Y/n, hang on.” You don’t stop. He’s digging his fingers in harshly again, just when the bruises from last time healed. “Y/n,” it’s a warning. You know it is, but the power you’re feeling knowing that he’s damn near orgasm this soon?

“Chief, I need you to cum.”

He shivers, panting. “Uh, uh. No. Not until…”

“I will,” you interrupt, nodding furiously, voice breathy. “Can’t you feel how close I am? How tightly I’m squeezing your cock?”

He gasps, hips stuttering as he’s trying to stop himself but he can’t help his movements; clearly way passed the point of no return.

“I want you to fill me again,” you admit. “Only you. I’ve only let you…-”

And that’s all it takes – Jim is groaning as he urgently thrusts up into you, growling when he feels your orgasm pulsing around his.

A low whine leaves your lips at the overwhelming feel of all this; his warmth filling you, your own orgasm tipping once he’s growling your name.

You don’t even realize how loud you’re both being until the music turns down significantly in the other room.

And then it’s like you’re too pleased to care if Callahan heard you, too fucked to worry about getting caught.

Surely, Hopper will punish you later for not controlling yourself, but that’s a thought for another day.

Right now, you feel your heartbeat throughout your whole body, can hear Hopper still gasping in the afterglow. You nuzzle against his chest, noting that he’s still mostly clothed. You want him completely naked for you; are satisfied but so not.

“Next time needs to be in a bed,” you groan as you shift your sore knees, lift yourself off of him.

A bit of his cum drips down your thighs and you swipe it off, dip your finger in your mouth as your other hand reaches for a tissue.

Hopper watches with his lips slightly parted, looking completely engrossed and satisfied.

“Oh, you’re so sure there’ll be a next time?” he teases, voice sounding slightly groggy, eyelids heavy as he blinks up at you.

You nod. “I think I’ve done a lot of the chasing though,” you shrug, tossing the tissue. “Think you need to put in some work for me, sir.”

The title clearly affects him as you see him take a sharp breath.

“Is this a challenge?”

You don’t know how long you’ll last without wanting more of him, don’t know how difficult it’ll be to not call him when you’re tipsy and wanting him to put his mouth on you…but you’re sure going to try to hold back.

Jim Hopper has yet to realize what he’s gotten himself into.

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Flirting In Horseshoe Overlook (Filler CHAP)

Karen: "You know, you make yourself pretty useful, around here." She says scrubbing laundry as I wring it out and hang it to dry.

Y/n: "I try." I chuckle. Arthur took out the O'Driscoll to find Colm and hopefully settle any type of disagreements.

Charles: "Want any help?" I hear Charles say behind me, I turn around to greet him but I have a hard time actually make eye contact with him. His shirt was off and his chest was glistening with sweat. I feel my face begin to heat up as I begin to stutter; my eyes glancing between him and his chest. Karen interrupted my silly attempt to answer by howling with laughter, only making my face turn the color of a tomato.

Y/n: "If you want, Charles you can wring out the clothes...My arms are getting tired." I say as I pin up a shirt to dry, he nods and begin's to do the part I was tired of.

'Fuck me, dude.' I think to myself relieving a breath I felt was holding forever. That's when I hear trotting footsteps that catch everyone's attention. John, Bill and Kieran. Kieran only quick to dismount as to prove his innocence. Dutch pays him no mind and waits for an explanation from Bill and John, who were a bit reluctant to tell him how Kieran saved Arthur. I smile to myself as Charles and I continue with our task. We then hear John and Abigail begin to argue over his parental responsibilities. Karen and I snap our heads to there direction as there arguing intensifies, Charles takes over doing all 3 without a fuss, a smile adorning his features as we watch the drama unfold.

Abigail: "John! Hey, could I speak to you for a minute?"

John: "What do you want?" John snaps, Abigail retracts a bit and Karen and I exchange looks.

Abigail: "Is that how you speak to me?"

John: "Yeah, I guess it is." He scoffs.

Y/n: "Nooooo." I whisper as Karen slaps her hand over my mouth. Abigail furrows her brows.

Abigail: "You miserable Scotch sack of shit!" She spews as she smacks him across the face and then storms off to her tent.

John: "You got a nice tongue there, lady." As he storms off to the whiskey crate. Karen removes her hand and walks off to find Mary-Beth and Charles finished a while ago. I make my way over to the cliff side of camp to sit and admire the view. My ears perk up to Arthur's voice as he gives good praises to him. I pause and give him a small wave and continue on my path.

Arthur: "Hey Y/n! Wait up!" He says as he dismounts and jogs over to me, I pause and wait for him.

Y/n: "You okay?"

Arthur: "Yeah, just wanted to talk is all." I nod as my eyes catch the glimpse of his jacket that was a bit dampened by blood.

Y/n: "Are you sure?" I say extending my hand out to touch it. He retracts a bit as he tries to brush me off.

Arthur: "Just a scratch." I grab his jacket and drag him to his tent, Arthur puts up no fuss but just gives glares to the camp members who were eyeing our interaction. I push open his tent flaps and down on his cot.

Y/n: "Take it off. Let me see." I say as I grab a health cure and a clean rag, Arthur sighs and does so despite what he thinks.

Arthur: "This is stupid." I turn to see his upper half completely nude and my face turns a bright red as my eyes flick between his own eyes and his exposed torso.

'I see why people say save a horse, ride a cowboy...'

Y/n: "Oh, shut up." I say placing the cloth against his arm.

Arthur: "People will talk.. Weren't you worried about that?" He says cocking his head to the side.

Y/n: "You gonna pull any funny business with your tent flap wide open?" Arthur does a quick take to the exposed outdoors before looking back to me.

Arthur: "They were eyein us as we came in here."

Y/n: "I only said I didn't want them to talk because I don't want to put you in a situation where people think we're together." I say as I grab the gauze.

Arthur: "Why wouldn't I want people to think we're together?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: "Why would you want people to think we're together?" I ask raising the same eyebrow with a smirk.

Arthur: "Uh..er?" We both hear footsteps coming closer and see Micah approach the tent, I scoff as Arthur sighs with an eyeroll.

Micah: "Y/n...Ya know I have a scratch on my arm as well..Can you tend to me?"

Y/n: "Mmm. I don't know you seem more capable to tend to a scratch to yourself."

Micah: "Why does cowpoke get special treatment? You fancy him more?" He says glaring between Arthur and I. I tie the gauze wrap.

Y/n: "Cowpoke does more around camp to deserve special treatment." I say as I grip Arthur's face and squish it before placing a kiss on his cheek and taking my leave. As I exit the tent I see Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen scatter from the side of Arthur's tent.

Y/n: "Vultures." I say chuckling as I walk back to the cliff side, passing by John drinking away his misery.

John: "Y//n!" He slurs and I sigh.

Y/n: "I just wanna go sit and admire the view." I complain.

John: "Come here."

Y/n: "Is it important?" Placing my hands on my hips.

John: "Kinda." I begin to take a few steps over to where he was sitting, when he suddenly grabs my by my waist and drags me to sit on his lap.

Y/n: "John, for the love of fuck let go of me." I demand as I try to stand out of his grasp.

John: "You're very pretty."

Y/n: "Thank you, now please let go." His grasp getting tighter.

John: "Let's go back to your tent." He slurs, leaning closer to my neck to leave kisses as his hands grope around my body. My face flushes as I stomp on his foot causing him to let go. I stand up and turn on my heel before storming off and slap him across the face.

Y/n: "Fuckhead!" I scoff and stomp back to my destination. I plop on the edge and light up a cigarette trying to think of anything else but sex with John.

Soon, Arthur joins me.

Arthur: "It's a pretty view." I flinch a bit.

Y/n: "Oh shit. Yeah. It is." I say, giggling trying to calm myself from being startled.

Arthur: "Sorry."

Y/n: "You're fine. Just was lost in my own mind."

Arthur: "Can I ask what about?"

Y/n: "Eugh, just John." Arthur cocks his head to the side.

Arthur: "Whatchu mean?"

Y/n: "He grabbed me and wanted to go back to my tent and then tried to kiss my neck." I light up another cigarette. Arthur balled his fist before he himself lights up a smoke.

Arthur: "He's a miserable sack of shit."

Y/n: "I feel bad for Abigail.." I say taking a puff.

Arthur: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "She had to be both the mother and father to Jack and John got to run away from his problems...He needs to pull his head out of his ass. Abigail is a very beautiful woman and Jack is such a sweet kid." I glance at Arthur who seemed to be staring at me.

Arthur: "Yeah.."

Y/n: "Nevermind."

Arthur: "Did you mean to do that in front of Micah?"

Y/n: "Hell yeah. Micah is the last person I wanna tend too." Artur and I share a laugh. I push myself up off the ledge and go to make my way to my tent.

Arthur: "Uhh, you can hangout in my tent if you wanna..Er if you just need a lace to hide. No one goes in there." Nervous lacing his voice as he stands himself.

Y/n: "Yeah? I think I'll take you up on that, Arthur. Thank you." I say smiling at him. We both make our way to camp. I make my way to where Javier was, who was making poisoned knives.

Javier: "Mi amor, what do I owe the pleasure?" He smiles glancing at me.

Y/n: "I'm just a bit bored, figured I'd bother you a bit." I say grinning at him.

Javier: "You couldn't bother me, amor."

Y/n: "What are you doin?"

Javier: "Making some poisoned knives. Or just lacing them really, just trying to stay prepared."

Y/n: "Can I do 1?"

Javier: "Sure." He hands me a blade, cloth and moves the bowl filled with poison up onto the table between us.

Y/n: "The whole blade or just the tips?"

Javier: "Whole blade and be careful not to nick yourself with the poison." I nod and begin to help him finish his knives.

Javier: "So, you haven't really told anyone where you're from. May I ask why?" I shrug my shoulders.

Y/n: "I am not really sure how to answer it."

Javier: "Do you have any family or someone close that could be looking for you?"

Y/n: "None that would find me. My parents didn't do too much for me and my old lover treated me just as bad as Micah treats women... I don't wanna go back to that and I'm not too sure how I really got here but I'm not looking to go back." I say wiping the last blade.

Javier: "Well, I can't imagine what it would be like to date someone like Micah, but I think you'll be a lot safer here." We both turn our heads to a commotion between Arthur and John.

Arthur: "Stop bein a god damn fool!" He says shoving John who stumbles back a bit.

John: "What are you talkin about?" He slurs.

Arthur: "You got your own damn woman! Figure out what you wanna do before you mess up anyone else's life." He argues before socking him in the face, John falls flat on his back and Javier and I jump up from the table and rush to the commotion.

Y/n: "Let's take a ride, yeah?" I say placing my hands on Arthur's chest which was heaving heavily. Javier was tending to John who was slurring his words. I glance around the whole camp and see that everyone was watching.

Y/n: "Come on." I say dragging him by his wrist to the horses.

Arthur: "Yeah, let's go." He pulls his wrist out of my grasp and speed walks to his horse, not even waiting for me to catch up. He mounts up and trots off down towards the lake below, I quickly follow after him.

Y/n: "Wait up, Arthur!" I say trotting after him. He sighs before reluctantly pulling up on his reins.

Y/n: "Thank you. What was that back there?"

Arthur: "Nothin."

Y/n: "Don't pull that shit with me."

Arthur: "Watch your tone with me woman." He begins to keep walking down to the lake.

Y/n: "Don't call me woman, Arthur." I snap back at him.

Arthur: "Go back to camp, it don't concern you." He stops at the water front and dismounts.

Y/n: "Just let me be your friend and please talk to me." I say following his lead, he stops in his tracks before turning to me.

Arthur: "If you wanna be my friend, you would take yourself back up to camp." He says in a demeaning tone before stomping off down the river. I scoff and pick up a pebble in frustration, I throw it at his back. He pauses in his tracks before stomping back over to me. Taking off his hat and dropping it to the ground. My eyes widen in fear with the look on his face as he takes threatening steps towards me. I yipe before running off in another direction with Arthur hot on my tail.

Arthur: "You're dead woman!"

Y/n: "I'm sorry!" I laugh in fear the closer he gets. I soon feel his hands grab my waist and he yanks me back, lifting me onto his shoulder. I try and thrash around to try and lessen his grip which doesn't work in fact it just tightens. A sharp smack to my ass stops my thrashing and my face heats up. I hear water whooshing and realize he's walking into the water.

Y/n: "Arthur! Arthur! Please!" I laugh uncontrollably.

Arthur: "Can you swim?"

Y/n: "Yes! NO! I mean NO!" He laughs before trying to shrug me off, I hold on for dear life on his clothes.

Arthur: "You should've went back to camp." He says as he dunks us both into the ice cold water. I let go of him and surface back up and begin to take deep breaths from the ice cold water.

Y/n: "You fucking bastard." I breathe and Arthur just laughs as he tries to swim closer to me. I splash his face and swim away from him, but he only grabs me by my foot and drags me back to him.

Arthur: "You should've seen your face!" He laughs as he drags us back to shore.

Y/n: "I don't have any other clothes, Arthur!" I laugh.

Arthur: "I got some spare clothes in my tent." I scoff as I begin to wring my hair and clothes as he sits on the rocks and watches me.

Arthur: "I hit him because what you said he did earlier." I stop and move to sit next to him as I return his gaze.

Y/n: "It's not your job to fight my battles." He nods.

Arthur: "I know, I just know your situation isn't the best and I guess I don't want you takin off just yet."

Y/n: "I'm not gonna let John's drunken advances run me off. I'm not interested in him."

Arthur: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "Mmhmm."

Arthur: "Got your eye on someone else?" He swallows thickly never breaking eye contact.

Y/n: "Maybe.." I say averting his gaze, he clears his throat.

Arthur: "Oh? Can I ask who?"

Y/n: "Maybe. He's really kind and handsome..." I say, my lips curling into a smile while slowly meeting his gaze.

Arthur: "..." I giggle as I stand up and take my horse''s reigns and make my way back to camp. Arthur stands up and does the same, water sloshing in our boots.

Arthur: "You never told me who it was."

Y/n: "I thought I made it clear earlier based off my actions." I say glancing at him.

Arthur: "Javier?"

Y/n: "You are dense." I say shaking my head.

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Just Beneath The Flames (Part 13)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: Alright, bitches, I’m back! Well not fully, I’m still sick as fuck but I’m here and I got the next chapter done lmao I’m trying a whole mind-over-matter approach right now, not only because it's killing me not being able to write, but I’m going to a candlelight rock opera thing on Wednesday. I booked the tickets last year and they weren’t cheap and like fuck I’m not being able to go. If I’m too sick to go, I’m not above throwing a tantrum like a toddler that got their candy taken away from them looool Pray for me.

I almost left you guys on a really mean cliffhanger with this one, not gonna lie. But I’m trying to keep my chapters consistently long and this one fell a little short, so I decided to not be a huge bitch to you guys and add some more. You're welcome lmao

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The putrid smell of rancid and decaying flesh hit your nose and you wretched, covering your mouth quickly as you turned to the side.

“Holy shit,” Billy muttered and when you looked over at him, he was covering his mouth with his arm, squinting slightly at the car that held the offending smell. The highway you’d visited with him once was closer to your current camp than the old one and you’d decided to come here to grab what you could. Knowing the looming threat of yet another hostile group was hanging over you, you all wanted to be prepared. The group had been discussing recently whether or not to go just go down to Virginia. You’d been firmly for the idea even though you loved the current set-up. You were too worried about the group's safety, especially when it came to Sarah and the kids. She was around five months pregnant now or thereabouts, none of you were one hundred percent sure. The idea of being here with this threat when it was time for her to give birth was unsettling but you also had a dark feeling things would come to a head way before then. The issue with going down to Virginia though was not knowing if the safe house was even still standing or safe anymore. You could all pack up and go, only to find you had no place to go and you’d have given up the cabin for nothing, so you understood the reservations. So far, it was only you, the Liebermans and Matt that had voted to go, whereas Billy, Frank, Karen, Foggy and Curtis all thought it was best to wait a little longer. Karen, Foggy and Curtis were all worried about giving up such a good place for potentially nothing, Curtis saying the set-up here would work great for a birth. Billy and Frank wanted to stay because they were confident they could neutralize the threat before it was too late. You believed in them, you really did, but it didn’t mean you weren’t worried. None of you really knew how many of these people there were and it was like Rawlins all over again with not even knowing where they were to hit them first. Once again, you were all waiting to see what happened and you really didn’t like it.

You opened your mouth to speak but the smell of the death-filled car made your mouth clamp right shut again as you heaved and shook your head.

“I got it,” Billy said, giving you a sympathetic smile as he patted you on the back. You nodded and hurried away, wanting to get as far away from the smell as possible. To some degree, the stench of death didn’t bother you half as much as it used to, but the car had three dead bodies in it that had sat there for god knows how long and it was overwhelming. You made your way over to where Frank and Karen were rifling through a car.

“You look a little green around the gills there,” Frank smirked, amusement shining in his eyes and you glared at him.

“Hey, Frankie, come help me with this,” Billy called over. Frank nodded and you looked at Billy, catching his smirk directed at you as Frank made his way over.

“Jesus fuck!” he cried out once he got there, heaving louder than you had and it made you snort. Karen giggled, shaking her head fondly at him as she looked through the trunk of a car.

“What do you think?” she asked as she held a pretty floral maxi dress against her.

“It looks good. Not sure how good it would be for running through,” you remarked wryly, noticing the lack of space for legs to run effectively. She pouted, leaning against the trunk with a sigh.

“I miss wearing pretty clothes,” she mused with a frown and you smiled softly before grabbing your knife from your thigh. She was still holding the dress and watched you curiously as you grabbed the bottom before tearing slits up to the thighs on both sides.

“There you go. Now it's pretty and practical,” you smirked and she grinned widely, stuffing it into the duffel bag that was beside her on the floor. She grabbed the bag that was now stuffed full of clothes before taking it over to the truck and tossing it over into the bed. Matt walked over to you then with a backpack in one hand and something in his other.

“Find anything good?” you asked and he smiled at you before he handed you the object. It was a Hersheys bar and your eyes lit up as you took it.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured with a rueful smile and you grinned, stuffing it into your jacket pocket quickly.

“Thank you,” you beamed, already excited to eat it.

“Figured I owed you one after you found me some sunglasses,” he smiled back. You felt eyes on you and you looked over to the car Frank and Billy were going through to see Billy already looking over. You couldn't read his face but his eyes were narrowed a little bit at you and Matt and it made you look away. He always got a little weird when you and Matt were together and you remembered Frank’s remark about him being jealous. You and Billy had become sort of best friends, in a different way than him and Frank. You knew he had issues from growing up in the group home and you wondered if he felt like Matt was trying to take his friend away. It sounded juvenile in your own head but it was the only thing you could come up with and you knew he was a complicated man.

Not long after, you all decided to pack up and leave, Frank, Karen and Matt in the truck and you and Billy in the bed with the goods you’d found. It had been a little over a week since you’d been held at gunpoint by the new group and the past couple of days, you’d all been coming to the highway to take bits and pieces but never staying too long. Frank had people taking watch all the time now, two people on day shift and two at night. He’d been getting along with his makeshift fence that was basically big branches with sharpened ends but he’d only gone around the back of the cabin for now. It was proving a lot more work than any of you had thought. Foggy and Curtis were currently taking watch for the day and you and Billy would be on night shift tonight. You didn’t mind pulling the night shift so much, you’d been having problems sleeping anyway. You yawned into your hand as the truck jostled you a little and you felt Billy wrap his arm around your shoulder. You glanced up at him with a smile and he smiled back as you leaned into him, relaxing against his side as you all made your way home. When you got back, you all put your stuff away and you were feeling hopeful about the amount of food you had. Winter wasn’t over yet but even when it would be, food was going to be the hardest struggle you’d all face for however long you lasted. Eventually, the canned goods would run out which is why you wanted to be able to grow your own crops. You didn’t want to have to rely on runs so much to find food and hunting was great but even that wouldn't be enough to sustain you all forever. The day seemed to fly by and before long, it was late and you were getting ready for watch. You felt well-fed, Karen had cooked some soup with rabbit that you’d caught and you jogged down the stairs before slipping out of the front door. Billy was already waiting outside, leaning against a tree with his gun on him, machete attached to his belt. You had your knife and your bow, ready for anything that would come your way. When he looked over at you, the smile he shot you made your breath catch in your throat and you smiled back.

“Ready?” he asked, pushing off the tree.

“Yep,” you replied with a nod. The pair of you started off walking the perimeter of the camp like you always did on watch. As you both walked, you grabbed the candy bar from your pocket, opening it and breaking it in half before handing Billy half of it. He looked shocked when he saw it, a slow smile curling his lips as he took it from you.

“Where’d you find this?” he asked in amazement and you shrugged.

“The highway,” you answered, being vague because you had a feeling if you admitted Matt had given it to you, he might not like it so much. You’d toyed with the idea of giving it to the kids but honestly, you really just wanted to share it with Billy and make him smile. You hadn’t been able to shake how upset he’d been a little over a week ago and you’d done your best to keep him company and make him feel better. He’d seemed fine for the most part but you knew what he was like. You knew he’d bottle it up even if he wasn’t until he erupted like he had with you.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured with a mouthful of the chocolate and you snorted as you ate your own.

“I know. If I knew the world would go to hell, I’d have stocked up on chocolate,” you smirked, licking your fingers clean as you finished it off.

“What do you miss most about the old world?” he asked softly as you walked. He caught you off guard a bit, he never seemed the type to reminisce about that kind of stuff and you glanced at him.

“I miss a lot of shit,” you shrugged with a wry smile and he nudged you with his elbow, giving you a look.

“Come on, you gotta miss somethin’ in particular,” he insisted. There was so much you missed about the old world and you had a feeling he wasn’t really talking about people, not wanting to open that depressing can of worms.

“I miss… snacks and… and TV. I miss getting drunk and just being able to relax. I miss donuts and coffee and not being scared every time I meet people. I guess part of me misses all the mundane things, how normal and easy it was. But now… I’m different now, I don’t think I’d settle back into the old world, even if we had the chance,” you answered honestly, feeling heat creep into your face at your boring answer. He looked at you for a long moment before he nodded, looking thoughtful.

“I get that. I miss good food… I miss work. I loved my job, gave it everythin’ I had. I miss my fuckin’ suits and just… just the power I felt when I wore ‘em. I miss goin’ to the bar with Frankie and Curt, miss Karen’s dinner parties even if she got all fuckin’ anal about it,” he snorted wistfully and it made you smile.

“I remember when I got out of the Marines… I missed it and didn’t all at the same time. Too much bad shit happened for me to wanna stay but part of me always felt like I still belonged out there on the battlefield. I guess you really should be careful what you wish for, huh?” he asked wryly.

“You and Frank are definitely more equipped for the new world than I am,” you murmured softly and he smiled.

“I guess part of us never really left the war,” he mused thoughtfully. “You adapted though. It's admirable… Me and Frankie… this shit ain’t new to us, not really. But you and the others… you had to get used to this shit and you had to do it real quick. Says a lot about how strong you are,” he added, giving you a look with his warm eyes.

“I’m just a stubborn bitch, I guess,” you smirked and he snorted. The night continued the same way, the pair of you walking the perimeter and talking quietly among each other. You’d had to put a few roamers down when you came across them but other than that, it was pretty uneventful. You didn’t let your guard down, not even with the comfort of Billy by your side. The new group was ever-present in the back of your mind and you knew all it would take was for you to be caught off guard for the whole thing to go up in flames. Once the sun came up, you stayed out a little longer and you felt the tiredness set in. It didn’t matter how tired you got these days, sleep rarely came and if it did, it was plagued with nightmares and memories you’d rather forget. Eventually, Frank and Matt came out to take over watch and you and Billy headed inside, getting breakfast from Karen before she ushered you both up the stairs.

“Make sure you get some rest, alright?” Billy said, giving you a firm look as you both hovered outside of your respective doors.

“I’ll try,” you murmured wryly as you gave him a nod. A small part of you wanted to ask if you could stay in his room. You knew from experience that sleeping in close proximity to Billy seemed to soothe you in a way you’d not felt since before the turn. He seemed to keep all the bad things away and you felt well-rested and safe. You knew you couldn't though. You’d only just got your friendship back on track and you’d avoided thinking of the disastrous kiss as much as possible. Knowing it was at least part of the reason why he pushed you away, the other part being him overthinking about what he did to Rawlins, you really didn’t want to push your luck with him. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He hadn’t acted strange since you made up even though you knew he must be aware you felt something since you’d kissed him back. You hoped that when you told him the kiss was nothing that maybe he believed you. Instead, you gave him one last lingering look before you slipped into your room with a heavy sigh. You were exhausted and you knew you had to at least try and get some sleep, no matter what hellish landscape your brain would inflict on you. The last thing you needed was to pass out at some point at the most inopportune time and put everyone in danger. You tugged your boots off before flopping onto the bed, wriggling around to get under the covers. You only lay there for a few moments before a restless sleep tugged you under once more.

A few days later and you still were nowhere near as well rested as you’d hoped to be. When you’d woken from your sleep after night watch, you’d lied to Billy about getting some sleep and he’d made it obvious he wasn’t buying the bullshit you were trying to sell to him. Thankfully, he’d dropped it but you knew he was worried. He seemed to find it hard to mask the emotion on his face when it came to you. You were grateful that the next few days seemed to go by smoothly and while sleep wasn’t coming easy to you, you’d been able to just take things slowly and pick up doing mundane chores to try and earn some energy that way instead of out there fighting off the dead or the living. It had been nice and peaceful and the longer you were a part of this group, the more you lost that part of yourself that had the itch to be out fighting and constantly on the run. You were part of this family now and the urge to be settled and safe overrun your previous feelings of the staleness you’d felt. Maybe it was like Billy had once said. He’d told you he had his family to fight for and that's what kept him going and maybe you needed that too. You’d been firmly against the idea, not wanting to get attached but it happened anyway and here you were. And while yes, you were worried about the people you’d grown to care about, the deep-rooted need to keep them safe at all costs was more than enough to give you a drive and a purpose you’d once lost. You grabbed your quiver and slung it over your shoulder before leaving your room, jogging down the stairs to the lower floor.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Matt asked as he saw you.

“Nah, I’m good. Frank needs you here,” you smiled, quickly checking your bow was ready and that you had your knife. You’d already had the same conversation with Billy earlier. Frank was adamant the fences really needed to get going since it wasn’t even halfway done so he wanted to get all hands on deck with chopping wood. Billy was helping him, hence why you’d told him he couldn’t come. The only reason why you weren’t going was because while the fences were important, so was food. It felt like you were going through it at a rapid rate and you were desperate to find Sarah something better than what was left in cans so you’d decided to go out hunting for a while. You hoped to find something good or even just a lot of something small. Matt was helping Frank out too, Micro and Karen on watch for the day. You appreciated the offers for company, especially after the last time you went hunting you almost got killed, but you didn’t want to burden anyone. You had your walkie on you this time and you’d go the other way and hope you’d stay away from danger. Besides, you knew Billy would be pretty upset with you if you turned down his offer only to have Matt come with you.

“Alright, just make sure your walkie's on and you know what to do if you need help,” Matt said with a small smile before he headed outside to where Frank, Billy and Foggy were.

“You need anything before I head out?” you called over to Sarah. She was curled up on the sofa looking tired, Zach reading a comic on the floor and Leo was weaving something out of twine as she sat in one of the armchairs.

“We’re good, honey,” Sarah smiled wearily and you tried to hide your worry behind a smile of your own.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you said with a nod, earning a round of goodbyes before you slipped out of the door. You’d only just made it down the porch steps when Billy was coming over to you. His dark eyes drifted to the quiver on your shoulder, your bow in your hand, your knife strapped to your thigh before the walkie clipped to your belt in quick succession. You knew he was checking you were prepared instead of outright asking you and getting a mocking reply like usual.

“You need anything, just hit me up,” he muttered, rolling his shoulder before his eyes darted over to where Frank was barking orders like he was back in the marines.

“I will, don’t worry so much,” you remarked wryly. He looked back at you then, raking his teeth over his lower lip.

“I’ll always worry… I can come with you, just lemme tell Frank-” he started, a small frown marring his face but you shook your head quickly.

“Seriously, it’s fine. I’m going the other way this time, I have my walkie on me. I’ll be fine. The quicker this fence gets put up, the safer we’ll be,” you tried to soothe. He’d been hovering around you more after what happened the last time you’d been hunting, not that you blamed him. But you didn’t need the world to stop turning just because someone had pointed a gun at you. It was surprisingly common in the new world and you decided to just get over it. He sighed deeply, shaking his head and clearly not happy about it. He wisely decided not to argue with you, knowing he wouldn't win. You knew he was already conflicted anyway. While he wanted to go and be with you so he could keep you safe, you knew he also wanted these fences up just as much as Frank did, that he needed his family to be as safe as they could be. He moved over, wrapping you in a hug that made you smile as you melted into him.

“I’ll get us something good,” you said, voice muffled by his chest a little. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before moving away.

“Find us a deer and the next time I find some snacks, I’ll give ‘em right to you,” he smirked with a raised brow.

“Deal,” you grinned, shifting your quiver a little after the hug had moved it. He nodded, his smirk fading as he gave you another worried look and you knew you had to leave or he really wouldn't let you go.

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” you murmured, giving him a nod before you stepped around him and set off out.

You weren’t sure how long you’d be out, really wanting to find something before you got home. You wouldn't wait until dark though but you tried to make the most of your time out here. You’d already let the guys know you weren’t sure when you’d be back but you’d aim to be before dinner so they didn’t worry. You were sure that was part of the very reason why they were worried. You were out there for hours with nothing to show for it. There were no signs of deer much to your dismay and at one point, the dead had scared off a rabbit. You were frustrated and still tired and the idea of heading back to camp with nothing felt like a bitter smack to the face. You pushed further out than you usually did, hoping to find something. Anything. You’d been wondering lately about capturing rabbits to breed so you didn’t have to do so much hunting but the old you who had once been a vet shuddered at the idea of raising your own animals just to kill them. You knew at some point though the idea wouldn’t be so unappealing to you if everyone started to suffer because of lack of food. It was the constant worry on your mind. The dead were a threat but they weren’t as bad as you’d thought they’d be. It wasn’t like the zombie movies or shows, apart from large groups of them, they were easy to deal with. Hostile groups would come and go and while they’d be a more immediate and dangerous threat when around, the threat of food dwindling was something that would only gradually get worse over time. When the stores no longer had anything in them and the animals got less and less or harder to find. A deep frown graced your face as you tried to push those depressing thoughts from your mind and you blew out a sigh as you continued walking. You wouldn't let it get to that point. You’d plant your stupid little potato plants and hopefully find more crops to grow and you’d feed everyone even if you died trying. You stood in the middle of the trees, contemplating which way you should go and also trying to gauge the time so you wouldn't be caught out as it went dark when a gunshot rang out, making you jump behind a tree. Your heart felt like it stilled for a moment, dread sweeping over your entire body in a way that made you feel lightheaded.

“There's one here, I think she’s part of that group,” a male voice said and you tried to breathe slowly and quietly as your eyes darted around. You figured the guy was with someone but no reply came and you wondered if he’d used a walkie. Your bow vs a gun wasn’t exactly a fair fight and you didn’t want to risk it so you took off running like a bat out of hell. There were more shots, all hitting the trees you were weaving through and you were thankful that the guy seemed like a bad shot. You had no destination in mind other than it being in the opposite way from camp. You wouldn't be leading this asshole there. You needed to deal with him but you couldn't just stop running or you’d get shot. Your lungs were burning, your legs aching fiercely as you weaved through the trees, stumbling over a tree root and only just catching yourself.

“Motherfucker!” you yelped as you felt a burning sting on the side of your arm. You weren't sure if the bullet landed and you had no time to check as your legs pushed you faster and further. You had some distance between you and as you broke the treeline, you saw a gas station. You made a beeline for it, swinging open the door hurriedly and rushing inside. You were glad none of the dead were in here, making your life a fraction easier for you with not having to deal with them. You wasted no time in grabbing your knife and running to a row of shelves and hiding behind them. It wasn’t like he wouldn't be able to find you but it gave you the upper hand and you’d damn well use it. You stood at the side of the shelves, chest heaving and your hand shaking as it held the knife. You had a brief moment where you checked your arm. The bullet had grazed it but not gone through and you were thankful, even if it stung like a bitch. You heard the bell above the door jingle, heard the man speaking down his radio yet not being able to hear what he said over your loud heartbeat in your ears. You had your knife poised and ready as you peeked around the shelf, seeing him looking around. You rushed him and it had the desired effect of disarming him as his gun fell and slid across the floor. There was no way you could take him down with the gun. You tried to swing your knife at him but he grabbed you, throwing you like you weighed nothing and your head painfully connected with the counter. The pain was sickly, making your vision go funny for a moment and you already felt the warm trickle of blood down the side of your head. As he lunged at you, you used his momentum as you poised your knife just at the right time and it got him through the eye. You might have heaved at the noise it made if your head wasn’t spinning and you shoved the man off you, your knife still in his eye and you lay there panting, eyes closed as you tried to ease the pain in your head. Your hands trembled as you unclipped the walkie from your belt and you had a feeling Billy wouldn’t let you out of his sight after this.

“Anyone there, it’s Artemis,” you mumbled into the walkie, your words slightly slurred and you knew you’d have a wicked concussion.

“Ares here, what happened?” Billy asked quickly, clearly picking up on your voice. It reminded you of when he’d had to come and save you after the time Rawlins had sent someone to kill you and you felt shame prickle at you.

“I’m hurt. Someone from the other group found me… I killed him but… a bullet grazed me and I hit my head pretty hard,” you frowned, blinking slowly up at the ceiling. Why was it spinning like that?

“Where are you?” he asked rapidly and you could hear the concern lacing his tone.

“A gas station… South… I think… I don’t know,” you muttered, fighting with your eyes to stay open. Your vision felt like it was fading in and out and you felt nausea bubbling up inside of you.

“We’re on our way, alright?” Billy said firmly. You didn’t get a chance to reply though as your eyes rolled back and darkness consumed you.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Your mind seemed to wake before anything else and you felt the pain that radiated from your head and seemed to reverberate through every inch of you. You tried to open your eyes but they felt heavy, much like the rest of you.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

You groaned softly, your hand finally able to move as it came to gingerly touch the side of your head. Your eyes opened slowly and you winced at the motion and the stab of pain it sent your brain. When you removed your hand and looked at it, there was no fresh blood so you knew the cut hadn’t been too bad to need stitches. It still hurt like a motherfucker though.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

You frowned, moving to sit up and you took a harsh breath as the world felt like it was all topsy-turvy for a moment. You blinked quickly as if to clear your blurry vision and looked over at where the banging was coming from. There was a roamer pawing at the door of the store, wanting to get in. But more startling than that was how dark it was. It was nighttime now and your frown deepened. Billy and no doubt Frank were supposed to be coming for you and that must have been hours ago. Maybe you got the direction wrong, you hadn’t been able to keep track with running from gunfire like that and your concussion had made it hard to really think clearly about where you might have gone. You licked your chapped lips, swaying a little where you sat before you grabbed the walkie that was now lay on the floor.

“Anyone there?” you asked slowly, rubbing between your brows as if that would help the intense pain you were feeling. Nothing but silence greeted you. The kind of silence that made your insides turn to ice and you glared over at the dead one as it continued to bang on the door. You knew you needed to deal with it or leave before the noise drew others.

“It’s Artemis,” you added afterwards. You knew they’d already know that though, they’d recognise your voice. But part of you hoped maybe that was the reason why they hadn’t answered. More silence greeted you and it made your stomach twist in knots. Whenever you were away from him, Billy always made sure to have his walkie on him. And even if he didn't, someone usually did. Never once in your time having your walkie had you not been able to get through to anyone. It made you feel sick. You pushed up on shaky legs to stand, wobbling a little and trying to take steadying breaths as you pushed yourself to move. You couldn't sit here all night and hope for the best, not when the new world was cruel and loved to rip away everything you ever loved. You weren’t sure how up to dealing with a roamer you were in your current state so instead, you grabbed your stuff and slipped into the back room and then out of the back door. You were relieved no more dead seemed to be around as you tried to figure out where the hell you were and how to get home. Once you found the crescent moon hanging in the sky, partially hidden behind a blanket of clouds, your eyes darted around for the North Star and then you knew which way to go and set off. You weren’t as quick as you’d like to be with everything feeling like it was moving like liquid around you. Despite the risk you knew it would pose, especially if there were more assholes out here looking for their friend, you ended up sticking to the road so as not to get lost. Your usually great navigational skills weren’t up to par and you knew if you followed this road, it would take you to the cabin. You probably looked like a dead one with how you shuffled down the road, blood coating the side of your face and your arm. You tried the walkie numerous times on the way and each time got nothing in response. You tried to tell yourself that Billy and Frank had gone to look for you, that you’d led them the wrong way and that Billy would be pissed when you finally turned up because he’d been worried. But deep down, the fact that not one person was responding to you filled you with so much dread that you felt like you couldn't breathe. You’d gotten pretty attuned to when something wasn’t right, having to deal with it more than you thought was fair. And right now, alarm bells were sounding off in your head as you made your way back home.

When you got to a stretch of the road you knew was close, your body was thrumming with anxiety. Anxiety that skyrocketed to outright blind fear when your eyes caught a few things that were definitely out of place and shouldn't be there. The first was a plume of smoke coming from where you knew the cabin was. It wasn't much, almost looking like there was no fire but there might have been not too long ago. The next thing was the small group of roamers, only around four, ambling about in the road and through the trees. None of the dead should be this close to the cabin, you knew someone should be on watch. You stopped dead in the street, the pain in your head forgotten as a more pressing pain in your chest began. You refused to believe anything bad had happened, not again, it couldn't have. You shook your head as you pushed yourself to keep walking, grabbing your bow and loading it up. You let your arrows fly one after the other until the small group was gone. But as you got closer, able to see the cabin, you noticed the door was wide open and a few more dead were inside. Your breathing came in quick and harsh, eyes drifting up to where the smoke was, only to find a hole blown right through the top floor where you knew Frank and Karen’s room was. Your ears were ringing but it wasn’t the concussion, eyes darting around quickly as you started to take in more and more of the scene. Dead bodies lay scattered around in front of the house, bullet holes riddled the wood and some of the windows shattered. You stumbled back, eyes squeezing shut and you shook your head.

“No… no!” you growled through your tears, the pain in your chest turning into full-blown agony. The couple of dead ones in the house heard you, stumbling out and down the steps and you hated the fact you looked at them trying to see if they were anyone you recognised. You didn’t though and you killed them quickly before hurriedly checking the bodies outside, turning them over one by one with tears streaming down your cheeks. With each body you turned, you felt the pain get worse despite them not being anyone you knew. The full blown pain you felt at turning over one of them to see someone you loved made you feel sick. You couldn't deal with this, not again. You wiped your eyes angrily after checking the last body out here as you stared at the open doorway, terrified what you might find once you got in there. Images flashed through your head of Sarah laying dead with the kids, of the others strewn about covered in blood or Billy walking around with milky eyes. A broken sob left your lips as your knees hit the floor with a hard thump, your shoulder shaking violently. You didn’t have it in you to check inside yet even though you knew you needed to. You didn’t think you could carry on if everyone was dead, not again. You’d only just manage to pick up the pieces after the last time but this time, it would kill you.

After a while of you crying, you felt a numbness creep in that was mildly relieving but also unsettling. You pushed up off the floor, stepping around the many bodies scattered around as you slowly walked up the porch steps. Everything was eerily silent now and it was too loud, fraying your already raw nerves. You stepped into the cabin, eyes quickly darting around. Three bodies lay on the floor and you noticed first they were all male. You turned them over one at a time, a tiny sense of relief when they were all strangers to you. You wiped your eyes again, looking around once more. You knew it was the group that had done this, it looked like they’d turned up and ambushed everyone. You moved through the cabin feeling like you were moving through molasses as you checked every single room with dread. It was only once you were in the last room, the one with the gaping hole in it, that you felt your body relax. They weren't here. It still didn't mean they all got out. They could have been injured, anything could happen to them out there. You didn’t want to think about that though, you wanted to focus on the fact that had in fact made it out. That was enough for now. It was only then that you looked out through the charred hole that your brain registered the truck wasn’t on the road anymore. The idea of them leaving you behind didn’t sting at all. What were they supposed to do? Wait for you here and hope you turned up? Maybe they’d been looking for you too, maybe they hadn’t really left you behind. With a new determination to find your family, you made your way downstairs and grabbed a bag, packing it with some cans and bottled water. The cabin was ruined, a safe space now gone along with the potential life you all had here. Once you were ready, you walked outside and set off out to the only place you could think of that they might have gone if they wanted to meet back up with you. You weren't sure what to do if they weren't there, weren’t sure if they just presumed you were dead after your conversation with Billy and just decided to head right down to Virginia first. You tried to ignore the treacherous voice in the back of your head. Even if they had left you in the dust, it was better than them being dead. The idea of starting over without them was painful, but if they were alive, at least you wouldn't have to go through that grief again. Maybe you’d just head down to Virginia yourself and hope you'd stumble across them one day. You knew it was stupid, a mere pipedream if anything, yet it was all you were holding onto as you made your way back to their old camp, hoping they’d be there waiting for you. But as you walked through the trees with shaky legs and an aching head, you wondered why the fuck you were trying to be so hopeful when life just kept proving to you it was useless. Good things really didn’t exist anymore.

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Headcannon: Getting Caught

How we imagine each of them would react to getting caught in the middle of sex.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, unprotected sex, marijuana use, public sex

Jake

It’s late. Really late. Or, early? Either way you can’t sleep and you know it’s just a matter of time before your alarm is going to go off, reminding you that it’s time to help Sam wrap the gift he got for Karen before she wakes up. Why you agreed to help him is beyond you and you chalk it up to his ‘baby of the family nonsense’ that you keep falling for.

It’s not your first Christmas at the Kiszkas, but it is the most important. You know it is. You’d seen the ring already. Of course it was an accident the first time, you’d been looking for the wrapping paper in the basement closet and the little velvet box quite literally just tumbled off the top shelf of the pantry. The second time however, you did sneak down to peek again.

You haven't slept well since you stumbled upon it, or rather it stumbled upon you, exactly a week ago. Tossing and turning, wondering if he’s caught on to you knowing his little secret. Wondering when it’ll happen. You’d mentioned in passing how important it would be for it to happen surrounded by the people you love. Not having a real family of your own, feeling fragmented and forgotten years ago, you knew that he knew how much his family had become yours in the years you’d been together. Already seeing his mother and father as yours. An extension of love you hadn't experienced in decades.

So now, as you lay here, watching the rise and fall of Jake’s bare back as his skin shines a muted blue in the moonlight, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming ache in your chest. Like if you don't reach out and brush the hair that’s fallen over his face, behind his ear, you might explode. Like if you don’t pull the duvet up around his naked shoulders to tuck him in, you’ll scream. It’s as you reach over to settle for holding his hand as it lies between you, that he stirs.

“Sorry.” You whisper, knowing that your lack of sleep has a direct correlation with his. He hums, eyes still closed, and stretches his arm out, pulling the cover back and inviting you to snuggle into his side. It’s impossibly warm here against his skin, almost too warm as the flannel sheets resist against the flannel of your pajama bottoms like velcro. You wait for his breathing to even back out to signal that he’s fallen back to sleep, but it doesn’t come.

“How long have you known?” He mumbles.

“Hmm?” You question, pulling back slightly, enough to see his face.

“How did you find it?” He asks, his eyes slowly opening, a smirk playing around the corners of his lips.

“I swear to God, Jake, it found me.” You promise, hand going over your mouth to suppress a giggle.

“And what if I call bullshit”? He asks, lips pecking a kiss to your forehead.

“I promise!” You squeal in a whisper.

“Well you have to act surprised.” He rolls his eyes. “My mom’s gonna know if you fake it so, you better make it good.”

“I’ll do my best, Jacob.” You salute.

“You’re so weird.” He groans, pulling you back into him. “Please try to sleep, I’ve got an important question for you tomorrow.”

“And how the hell do you expect me to sleep now?” You ask, pinching at the skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

“What exactly do you suggest we do instead?” He asks, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, gently sucking a few kisses there. Your hand reaches around to grab and squeeze at the meat of his ass, grinding his hips into yours.

“Maybe I can give you your first Christmas present.” You suggest, pulling away and sliding your pajama bottoms down your legs, followed by your underwear.

“I’ve been so good this year.” He smiles as you straddle his hips, pulling his boxers off to reveal his thickening cock.

“Ew, don’t do the cheesy Santa thing you’re turning me off.” You tease. He tosses his head to the side, stifling a laugh into the pillow to keep quiet.

“I don’t know, the white beard thing could really do it for me.” He says, reaching up to pull your face back down to his to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as your hand reaches between you to stroke him, getting him ready for you.

“Fuck off.” You mutter, squeezing a little harder on the upstrokes, causing his breath to hitch a few times. When you sit up to line yourself up with him, he pulls your t-shirt up, revealing your breasts, but not taking the shirt off, and his fingers find your nipples immediately. He twists and tugs on them until they stand erect and hard. He drops your shirt back down and you can see your nipples pointing sharply against the thin material of your shirt.

“Goddamn, you’re so sexy.” He groans as you slide yourself down onto him. You only grind your hips two or three times before you hear the bedroom door click open.

“Wakey, wak– oh my God!” You hear Sam before you see him, slapping his hand over his eyes like a naughty child, and slamming the door shut. With a squeal, you clamor off Jake and hide under the covers, completely mortified. You feel the bed vibrating as Jake silently laughs beside you, sitting up.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He giggles. “You help him wrap your mom’s gift, I’m going to hope I somehow evaporate in the next two hours so I don’t have to ever look your brother in the eye again.” With a laugh, he pulls the covers back and wraps you in his arms, peppering kisses over your face and neck, whispering reassuring nothings as he goes.

Josh

“Come on!” You bang your fist against the door. “I’m gonna piss my pants out here.” You whine, knowing whoever is in there probably can’t hear you anyway over the music blaring through the surround sound speakers in this basement. Hiding in the bathroom may seem like the coward’s way out, but you’re tired of dodging the brown eyed frat boy that won’t leave you alone tonight. You’ve been waiting for what feels like twenty minutes, though you’re sure it’s really only been about two.

You see Big Brown Eyes start stalking toward you down the crowded hallway and you’re lifting your hand to knock again as you eye the sliding glass door to your left that leads out to the backyard, when your fist nearly collides with the face of the person on the other side of the door.

“Woah.” He says, flinching to avoid your hand. Instead of waiting for him to leave, you push him out of your way, through the door and shut it behind you both.

“I can go–” He starts as you spin around to sit on the toilet, pants still on.

“Oh, I don’t care.” You wave him off dismissively as he turns to face the wall, giving you some privacy. “I don’t actually have to pee.” You confess.

“Oh.” He turns back to look at you, confusion furrowed in the creases of his forehead, but there’s a hint of a smile there. It’s quiet for a beat before you realize you should probably explain yourself.

“My stalker is out there.” You confess. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Oh my God, are you okay, should we call–” he begins to ask.

“No, no, sorry.” You’re quick to reassure him. “Not a real stalker. I met him tonight.” He nods, trying to understand. “I’ve always had a flair for the dramatic.”

“Just when I thought I’d never meet anyone more dramatic than me.” He smiles, sliding his back down the wall to sit on the cold tile. “I’m Josh, by the way.” He holds out a hand and you move from your perch on the toilet seat to sit on the opposite wall, facing him. Your knees and ankles knock against his as you squirm to fit into the space beside the sink. You take his hand in yours and introduce yourself.

“Pleasure to meet you, Josh.” You smile, hand lingering on his as he toys with the bracelet on your wrist. “Care to tell me why you’re hiding in the bathroom this fine evening?” His smile fades but only slightly as he ponders his response.

“What if I told you I have horrible IBS?” He asks.

“I’d say join the club.” You roll your eyes. “Seriously what’s a young, hot twenty-something like you doing shying away from a party on a Saturday night?” His fingers have moved from playing with the string of your bracelet to tracing the lines in your palm.

“You’re relentless aren't you?” He teases, but continues. “Look behind the toilet.” You give him a look of disgust before he laughs and urges you to do as he says.

“Is this where I find a knife or some kind of blunt object for you to murder me with?” You ask, still skeptical.

“You really are dramatic, Jesus.” He chides. You reach behind the toilet to find a dime bag with two blunts in it, one of them half burned already.

“Ahaaa.” You smirk, tongue clicking. “I see.”

“You’re not gonna reveal my hidden stash are you, mama?” He asks, giving you a look you can only describe as wicked. You shake your head, ‘no.’ He reaches to take the joint from you, but you pull them back out of his reach.

“I’ll keep your secret, but only if you share.” You taunt.

“I’m starting to think I’d do anything you ask me to.” He says so confidently that it catches you off guard.

“You got a light?” You ask, pulling the half smoked blunt out of the bag and leaning forward. Josh reaches into his pocket for his lighter as you put the roll between your lips. He leans forward, flicking the nozzle as a flame ignites, you inhale, sucking until the cherry burns red. Josh watches you, his eyes lingering on your lips as they pucker around the joint. Once your lungs feel full, you rest the blunt on the edge of the sink and pull Josh’s toward you by the back of his neck.

He’s a little flustered at first, but relaxes into you almost immediately. As you both open your mouths, still pressed together, you exhale the smoke into his mouth and feel him inhale it into his lungs. His hands find your waist and his fingers squeeze the skin at your hips as you break apart, allowing him to exhale the excess between the two of you.

Without missing a beat, he leans in again to kiss you and you melt into his touch. It’s only a minute or two of kissing before you feel a familiar weightlessness in your skull. With as much strength as your weakening legs can muster, you shift to your knees and Josh follows until you’re both standing.

Josh reaches down to pick the joint up and lights it again, taking a hit and pressing his lips to yours, allowing you to inhale it directly from him. He drops the burnt end into the toilet and lifts you onto the counter top. Things move euphorically slow after that. You can feel every fiber on the wool sweater he’s wearing, it’s scratchy, much too scratchy, so you lift it up over his head. When his lips find you again, it’s at the skin of your neck, pecking and licking a line from your collarbone to your ear lobe.

As good as it feels, you’re getting impatient, the heat between your legs intensifying the higher you get. You lift your shirt and bra over your head in one motion and place Josh’s hands to your chest. “Yes.” You whisper as his hands knead your breasts, his teeth nipping at your neck. The sound of his heavy breathing in your ear is the last thing you hear before,

“Oh, fuck, sorry!” and a slam of the door.

“Shit.” You burst out in a laugh as Josh follows suit. He crumples into a giggling mess on the floor while you hop off the counter to turn the latch on the door.

“You didn’t lock the door?!” He asks, arms around his stomach as he laughs. There are tears in your eyes from laughing right along with him and you try to say ‘no’ but you can’t do much more than shake your head as you trip over your discarded bra and end up in his lap.

Sam

Has he always had that freckle on his back? And when did his facial hair get so long?

“Hello? You in there?” Sam pulls you out of your own thoughts as he splashes you with pool water. Your mind had been wandering for longer than you’d like to admit. Daydreaming about Sam wasn’t a new thing. No, you had a bad habit of imagining a life with him. What was new was the way he seemed to catch on to you staring recently. The way he would hold your gaze when you tried to look away.

You and Sam have a unique relationship. You share a goddaughter. Your best friend married his best friend and they chose the two of you to be her godparents. Of course this was some kind of sick, sad way of the universe dangling Sam in front of you, yet just out of reach. You’d had a crush on Sam since you met him at the wedding, walking down the aisle, arm in arm, as maid of honor and best man.

Sam on the other hand, couldn’t seem to be any less interested in any one person at a time. He played the cool, aloof, carefree charmer very well. You’d accepted the fact that he probably knew how you felt about him, how everyone feels about him. The man is a walking, talking pick-up line.

“Ahh! Cold, you ass.” You splash back at him from your spot laying on the giant pink flamingo pool floaty. He swims over to you and perches his arms on the edge of the inflatable, resting his chin on the backs of his hands. You feel a shiver run down your back at the proximity of his face with your abdomen.

“Where’s your head?” He asks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I was thinking about how nice it would be to float here in silence and enjoy the sunset in peace after a busy day.” You say, head lolling back as you take in the beauty of dusk. Being the fantastic godmother you are, you convinced Sam to help you throw a small backyard party for your goddaughter’s first birthday. The day had gone well, you did your part, setting out the food, mixing the drinks, and taking the pictures. Meanwhile, Sam did his part keeping the guests entertained, ensuring mom and dad had a stress-free day, and making stupid faces to get the baby to smile for photos.

The party guests are all long gone, mom and dad are upstairs putting the little one to bed, leaving you and Sam to tidy the place up. It was Sam who convinced you that you’d both deserved a swim before you really had to clean up the mess of the day.

“That does sound nice.” Sam says and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Too bad you’re stuck with me.” He says before flipping the floaty upside down, sending you crashing into the chilly water. When you emerge with a gasp, Sam wraps an arm around you in what you can only assume is an attempt to keep you from drowning, but you shove him off.

“Fuck you.” You cough out water over the side of the pool and hoist yourself up to sit on the edge, legs dangling in the water. Sam’s still laughing as he swims backward. “You’re insufferable.” You wring the water out of your hair and catch your breath.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He says, genuinely.

“You’re not.” You kick water in a splashing wave toward him.

“I am, really.” He says, shit-eating grin on his face, but again, you can tell he’s serious. “You do deserve to relax.” He says swimming over to the edge where you’re sitting. “You were amazing today.” You feel butterflies in your stomach as the praise falls from his lips and you want to kick yourself for the way you let him make you feel.

“Do you really think everyone had a good time?” You ask, as he swims right up to you, hands resting on the pool deck on either side of your hips. It’s shallow enough here that when he stands up, he's nearly face to face with you.

“Are you kidding?” He asks. “Best first birthday any kid has ever had.” He smiles and meets your eyes. “Because she’s the best one year old to ever exist.”

“She’s pretty great isn't she?” You smile. He nods in agreement.

“The greatest.”

“Well I hope she had fun, too because I really am exhausted.” You sigh, reaching up to squeeze the kinks out of your neck.

“Here, try this, come here.” He says, stepping impossibly closer to you to stand between your legs and take your face in his hands.

“Do you know what yo–” You start before he rolls his eyes and shushes you.

“Trust me.” he says and you close your eyes as he tips your head to one side, hand going to your neck as you stretch it out. You hiss softly as you feel the pull on your muscles, but his fingers press into the skin above your collarbone, soothing the ache.

“Yeah.” You whisper. “Okay, yeah I trust you.” You say. You hear, or rather feel, him huff a laugh through his nostrils at the way you’ve pathetically become a ball of clay in his hands.

“Does that feel good?” He asks and once again, he’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips.

“Mhm.” You reply. “So good.”

“Can I help you feel really good?” he asks, hands still working their magic on your neck. Immediately your eyes snap open. His fingers still on your skin and his eyes search yours, trying to gauge if he’s crossed a line. Instead of responding, you reach up to take one of his hands from its place on your throat and move it down your body, his gaze follows your hand as it guides his across your breasts and lower, past your belly until it’s over your core.

You inhale deeply as his fingers push your bathing suit bottoms to the side and he slips a digit through your folds to feel you properly. He leans forward, pressing his lips gently to the swell of your breast while his other hand goes behind your back, encouraging you to grind down on his fingers.

“There you go, baby.” He praises as he slips another finger inside you. Your head falls back as you begin to ride his fingers. You’re genuinely embarrassed at how close you already are to cumming when–

“You guys coming or what?” Your friend calls from the sliding glass door. “We finally got the baby to go down.” Thankfully from the position you’re in they can’t see you from where they are. To make things seem as casual as possible, Sam’s hand on the small of your back holds you completely still.

“We’ll be right in!” You say, voice pitched suspiciously high. When you hear the door slide shut, you lean forward, resting your forehead on Sam’s shoulder and let out a muffled squeal and squirm to untangle him from you.

“Uh-uh.” He says, gripping your hip. “Not until you’re done.”

Danny

“I swear to God, if you make another Uranus joke, I’m leaving you to fight the bears yourself.” You say, lying on your back next to Danny on the flannel blanket he’d grabbed from the car.

“If you’re trying to tell me you don’t think butthole jokes are funny, you’re a liar and I’d be proud to fight the bears off without you by my side.” He says, turning on his side, head propped in his hand to face you.

“You’re a child.” You say, looking back up at the stars.

“And you’re boring.” He teases, poking your cheek.

“I am not boring.” You rebuttal. “Would a boring girlfriend do what I did at Brad’s wedding?”

“You’ve got a point, I would have never guessed you could lift your leg into that position in such a small broom closet.” He says, reaching over to brush the hair out of your face that had fallen in front of your eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” You say, looking up at him. Danny has always evened you out. Where you saw yourself as anxious and moody and neurotic, Danny saw opportunities to ease your mind and love you well and remind you not to take life too seriously. You evened him out too. You reminded him to pay his bills and call his grandma on her birthday and what the deadline date was to file his taxes.

“So, I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough.” He says, “What’s this big news?”

“Speaking of boring,” you whine, “straight to business.”

“You’re killing me.” He groans.

“Where’s the romance, Daniel?” You pry. “You brought me all the way out here to the outskirts of town to watch the stars and you’re telling me you’ve had an ulterior motive this entire time?”

“You’re the one who said you have good news!” He refutes, pulling you closer to him with his free arm until your side is flush with his chest. It’s as he’s looking down at you, adoringly, that you feel the ache in your chest so deep and so insidious you think it might create a permanent Daniel Wagner sized hole.

“I’m not so sure it is good news.” You say, unable to meet his eyes.

“Hey.” He says, finger tipping your chin up so he can really see your face. “What do you mean, talk to me.”

“That PhD program in Ireland accepted me.” You say, feeling the tears already brimming in your lash line.

“What?!” He shouts, almost too loud for how close he is. “How could that not be good news?”

“What do you mean how?” You feel the first tear fall. “I’m going to be seven zillion miles away from you at any given time.”

“First of all, it’s three thousand, four hundred and forty four so let’s cool it on the embellishment. Second, I am so incredibly proud of you in this moment, I feel like my heart is literally going to burst out of my chest.” He smiles down at you, using his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“I don’t think I can do this, I’m serious.” You say sitting up. “I know we talked all this through, but now that it’s really happening, I realize how unprepared I truly am.”

“Unprepared for what, angel?” He asks, sitting up and taking your hands in his. “It’s just a year while you do the research portion. We can do a year. A year will fly by.” His words comfort you, but there’s still this weight that sits on your shoulders like a wet blanket.

“Please don’t fall out of love with me.” You mumble quietly enough that you almost hope he can't hear how pitifully selfish you sound.

“Fall out of love?” He questions. “Fall?” He maneuvers around you until your back is pressed against his chest and his arms are wrapped around your middle. His lips are at your ear when he says, “Falling implies I have no control. Falling makes it sound like not being in love with you is something I have any say in at all. I couldn’t fall out of love with you if I tried. I’d have to fight tooth and nail to somehow make my heart stop racing every time I see you, to make my chest not swell with pride every time you call me yours. I’d have to actively try my best not to picture you when someone asks about my future.” With your head against his chest, you look up at him. “Falling out of love with you is not only something I don’t want to do, but something I don’t think I’m even capable of.”

“I know you said all of that to reassure me that you’ll still love me when I leave, but all it made me want to do is stay here with you forever.” You confess, leaning up to kiss him. All at once, the rollercoaster of emotion comes crashing to a halt. The joy of being accepted to your dream school, the days of keeping this news to yourself, the stress of not knowing how he’d take it, the squeeze around your heart like a rubber band over him pouring his heart out to you. All of it hits you like a ton of bricks and all you feel is want, like close could never be close enough.

Turning around in his hold, you straddle his hips, taking his face in your hands. “I love you.” You say. “More than I can begin to describe, but I promise, I’ll spend all of my time researching in Ireland trying to find the words to explain how much you mean to me.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you deepen the kiss, pushing him back against the blanket until you’re hovering over him. His hands move to your hips, thumbs hooking into your belt loops as he pulls you closer. You feel him begin to harden beneath you as you grind your hips against his. “Fuck me, Danny.” You whisper into his ear.

In seconds, he’s flipped you over so that you’re on your back. His lips are on your neck as his hands move under your sweatshirt. He groans when he realizes that you’d decided not to wear anything underneath, including a bra. His fingers fumble with the button on his jeans as you slide your leggings and underwear down your thighs.

“Want you so bad right now.” He growls into your ear.

“Take it, baby, it’s all yours.” You practically moan as he lines himself up with you, pumping a few times until the blinding lights of high beams pull you completely out of your own little world. A police siren whoops once and you hear a voice over a speaker.

“Take it home, please. This is your only warning.” The fed up voice of the officer says, then drives away.

“No fucking way.” Danny laughs into your shoulder.

“Do you know how much trouble we could have been in if he wanted to arrest us?” You ask, still somehow in shock.

“Baby, can you please relax.” He smiles, kissing your cheek and pulling your panties up for you.

“Have you met me?”

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20 17

Kat! 🖤 thank you so much! I’m gonna put number 17 in here and then I’ll do a post for number 20 on the date! Hope you like it, it’s a little angsty and a little sweet 🖤

17. Miracle

Having a second kid had been something that had been on their minds for the last year.

It started after Maddie and Chim announced they were expecting again, and Buck saw the wistful look on Eddie’s face every time they visited the Buckley-Hans and Maddie had new scans or new things to share with them; sometimes, when he saw that look on Eddie’s face – his shinny brown eyes, and the small smile tugging at the side of his lips – as he looked at their future niece or nephew, he wished he could somehow have kids for him, but unless a bunch of fanfiction suddenly became true, Buck couldn’t bear them a child.

Six months after they got married Eddie finally brough it up, they had just gotten back home from dropping Chris off at a sleepover, and when they parked the truck on their driveway Eddie took a deep breath, turned to Buck and said:

“I want a baby, Buck”

Buck smiled and told him “Me too”

They fucked that night as if that would get them a baby, full of passion and love.

And the next morning they came back to reality and Buck threw himself to one of his research binges.

He quickly learnt that surrogacy, which was the safest option if they wanted to have a baby, was expensive as hell, and with their city salaries combined, a kid on his way to high school, a mortgage and many other grown-up bills, they probably wouldn't be able to afford it. Adoption, which was the most probable option for them, could take years, especially if they wanted a younger kid and while they were open to adopting an older kid, they really wanted a baby. Fostering, like Hen and Karen did, just seemed like it would break Buck's heart, he just knew that at the end of a single day with any kid, he wouldn't be able to give them back without breaking his heart.

After weeks and weeks of trying to come up with plans it, after having been put in a waiting list in an adoption agency, after filling they license with the state for emergency foster placement - Buck was working his way up to permanent fostering, but for right now they mostly had kids who needed somewhere to sleep and be placed somewhere permanent in the morning - their heart was still set in a baby for themselves.

"At this point, I think we might just need a miracle" Eddie said one night, tired of wrangling teenagers all afternoon since they had hosted Christopher's friends for a sleepover "Or give up"

Buck frowned "We're not giving up" they were cleaning the living room, the kids were already in Chris' room, loudly playing video games "It'll happen for us Eds, we just have to wait"

Eddie smiled at him, leaving the empty pizza boxes on top of the coffee table and walked to Buck, wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss him "Babe" Eddie said softly "I don't want you to get your hopes up again, I don't want your heart to break again"

They had had a nearly success with the adoption agency, a teenager who was giving up their kid had chosen them, but changed her mind at the last moment, Buck cried for days, Eddie did too.

"I won't, I promise I won't get my hopes up until we have a birth certificate signed"

Eddie smiled and shook his head, kissing his husband again.

The second week of December someone knocked on their door just past 2 AM; they had just gotten back from work and they were exhausted, Eddie had almost just crashed into their bed, but Buck had dragged him to the bathroom to at least wash his face and brush his teeth, if hadn't been for that, he would've missed the desperate knocking on the door.

"Buck, did you order something?"

It wasn't uncommon that Buck sometimes ordered in something on their way back so it would arrive just as they did, but Buck shook his head "No? I don't have any calls from Rachel either" Rachel was the social worker who handled their usual emergency placements.

Confused and exhausted, Eddie just walked to the door and opened to find out what ever it was that was on the other side of the door. He was even more confused when he opened it and there was no one on the other side, no one even on their driveway.

"What the..." his words were interrupted by a cry, a small baby cry, coming from the floor. He looked down and found a baby tucked into a picnic basket, a letter on top and wrapped in blankets. Eddie picked the basket up and then quickly walked inside telling Buck to call Athena and Rachel to meet them at the hospital.

"What? Why?"

"Someone just dropped a new born in our doorstep, Buck"

Buck moved quick after that, calling Rachel first while Eddie told Christopher what had happen and to not open the door for anyone else while they were out, Eddie placed the baby very carefully in the baby seat they had had to have installed in one of their trucks in case they needed it, and tried to leave the rest of the basket undisturbed, in case it needed to be taken in for evidence. Buck called Athena on their way to the hospital, and Eddie somehow found himself wishing for the baby to be okay, trying to quiet down the part of his brain that screamed at him that this was their baby.

Buck, thankfully, thought to call ahead to the hospital, so when they parked on the emergency bay, they were met with the neonatal team who took the unknown baby from them almost right away, while Eddie grabbed the basket and waited for Rachel and Athena in the waiting room.

"Eddie" Buck said softly, eyeing the envelope in the basket with their names on it "Eddie, what if they..."

"Buck, remember what we said? about getting our hopes up?" Eddie interrupted, he couldn't let Buck get his hopes up, his own and Eddie's.

"I know, I know, but… this feels different, doesn't it?"

Before Eddie could respond, both Rachel and Athena walked into the room.

They went through everything that happen twice, they told them everything that had happen in the last 30 minutes, and gave Athena access to their security system for her to check their cameras, and then turned to Rachel.

"There's an envelope, we don't know what's in it, but it's addressed to us" Buck said, bringing attention back to it, Athena had taken the rest of the things in the basket "Can we read it?"

"It is addressed to you guys, so you're within your rights to do so" Rachel answered, and Eddie had never seen Buck open something so fast and so carefully at the same time. He waited patiently as Buck read it, and then as he read it again, before he was pushing the papers towards Eddie.

“Read it, Eds, you have to read it”

Eddie took the papers from Buck’s hand and read it himself. It wasn’t signed by anyone they knew, Eddie didn’t recognize the nickname they used, but the letter pretty much said that they knew they were good people, and that they wanted a baby, the mother explained that she wouldn’t ever be able to give the kid a good life but she wanted them to have her, to raise her as their own, she was giving them her daughter.

“Rachel, this…” Eddie’s hands shook as he handed Rachel the letter “She says she wants her to be ours”

Eddie was trying really hard to not get his hopes up, but it was hard, he knew a letter couldn’t be a legal binding document, but this could be their daughter, theirs, to take home, and raise, and love.

Rachel took a deep breath “This is a mess” Eddie felt his heart break, and reached for Buck’s hand “I don’t want you guys to think you can keep her, okay? But there might be a chance you can”

Eddie felt Buck’s hand squeezing his tight.

They didn't take the baby home that day, they had driven home almost at 5 am after the hospital assured them the baby was stable, being looked after but she couldn't be released back to them until social services determined what was going to happen with her; they understood, they did, but they still drove home with a heavy heart.

It was a battle after that, but they were willing to right for their kid - because ever since reading the letter they both felt like she was theirs - it was a lot of meetings with Rachel and the social worker assigned to the baby; she was so young, the doctors had determined she was only a few hours old when she had been dropped at their door step, and no matter how much they tried to find the mother, they never did, nor did an existing birth certificate.

It was Christmas Eve morning when they got the call, Rachel told them to meet her at the hospital and to bring a bag for the baby; they grabbed it - Buck had had it packed for days now - and rushed to the hospital to meet Rachel. There had been a hearing with a judge a couple of days ago, Buck and Eddie had made their case, and Rachel assured them that while the letter didn't have any legal weight, it could be used as proof that the birthmother wanted them to have her kid.

"Is she ours? For real ours?" Buck asked as they walked in, his hand tightly wrapped around Eddie's "She's coming home with us?"

Rachel smiled "She is officially yours" She then handed them her birth certificate, while both her birth parents were listed as unknown, there was an even bigger stack of papers underneath "You just have to name her, and sign the adoption papers"

"Milagro" Eddie said right away "Millie, for short"

Buck smiled and nodded, agreeing with Eddie right away, and asking for a pen so they could sign the papers already.

It was still a couple of more hours, Rachel had filed their adoption papers just in time before the offices closed down for the holidays, and on Christmas eve they got to drive home with their new addition.

Next morning, Eddie found Buck in the nursery, softly rocking Millie as she fell back asleep.

"Hey" Eddie said softly, walking to them and wrapping himself around Buck, rubbing Millie's cheek slowly with this thumb.

“You named her Milagro” Buck said softly “Miracle”

Eddie hummed, eyes lost in the soft breathing of their daughter in Buck’s arms “She is our little miracle, coming to us just when we needed her”

He saw Buck smiling from the corner of his eyes “She really did” Eddie smiled and kissed Buck’s cheek “Do you think Chris’ going to like getting a sister for Christmas?”

“He’s gonna love her”

#answered #kat 📖#buddie #buddie ficlet #december prompts

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dnightshade0 · 15 days

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A Karen horror story

Karen and the pelt

It was a nice quiet suburban neighborhood by the ocean. All the neighbors knew each other, had get togethers, had neighborhood barbecues and all that.

This one couple in particular was quite nice. Everyone liked them. This story is about them.

one day, a new person moved into the house on the end of the street.

This new neighbor was Karen.

Everyone was friendly and welcomed her. Even the married couple were kind to her.

One day the couple had invited Karen over to their house for lunch. They sat, talked and ate.

Then Karen asked if she could use the bathroom. And they told her where it was. She went to the bathroom but when she left it, she passed the couple’s bedroom on the way and noticed something laying on the bed. She walked into the bedroom and marveled at what she saw.

A beautiful brown fur pelt.

She picked it up and looked at it in wonder. Could it be real?

Then the wife walks in apparently having wondered what was taking Karen so long in the bathroom.

She sees Karen holding her pelt and gets unnerved.

“Karen, can you please put that down. I don’t like anyone touching my pelt!”

Karen looked over at her while still holding the pelt and inquires.

“Is this real?”

The wife hesitantly says yes and again asks that Karen put the pelt down.

But Karen doesn’t listen and instead goes on a tirade about how horrible and vulgar it is to keep an animal pelt. That the wife is a horrible disgusting person for owning real animal fur. The poor animal who died to make that pelt.

It is at that time, the husband comes in hearing all of Karen’s ranting and see her holding his wife’s pelt.

He immediately tells Karen to drop the pelt now and that she is no longer welcome in their home. He asks her to leave.

Karen gives a humf! Throws the pelt on the floor and walks out.

As she leaves, she says “I’ll make you sorry!”

The couple was left with a very unsettling feeling.

Two days later go by and they don’t hear anything from Karen. But they do hear from their neighbors. The neighbors inform them that Karen had gone on a tirade throughout the neighborhood telling everyone about the couple owning animal fur.

Fortunately, no one payed any mind and ignored Karen’s rants.

Karen’s attempts at trying to turn the whole neighborhood against the couple had backfired. All she managed to do was turn the neighborhood against her.

Then things escalated real fast.

One morning, the husband was drinking his morning coffee when a horrified shriek startled him. He ran up to their bedroom to find his wife crying.

He asked what was wrong and was shocked to find out that his wife’s pelt had been stolen!

He comforts her and reassures her that they will find who did this.

Fortunately, the husband had the hindsight to install security cameras around their house. They check the feeds to find none other then Karen breaking into their house and stealing the pelt.

They rush over to Karen’s house to confront her. Banging on her door.

She comes out and demands to know what they want. They tell her that they know she stole the pelt and they want it back.

Karen simply scoffs and says “fine you can have it back!” Then she goes into her house and comes back with said pelt, but the state of it leaves the couple in shock.

It was covered in paint, burn marks and was shredded terribly.

“Good luck wearing that around in public!” Karen sneered proudly. Seeming to be proud of the damage she had done to the poor animal pelt.

The wife was in tears as she took back her pelt and hugged it.

The husband was angry and turned to Karen and said “you have no idea the big mistake you just made! You just signed your own death warrant.”

Karen merely sneered at them, disregarding the threat and slammed the door. Not giving them another thought.

Later that day, in the evening, when the sun was setting… there was a knock at Karen’s door. She huffed and opened the door to see who was bothering her at this hour.

It was a police officer.

“ Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to place your hands behind your back, you’re under arrest.”

Karen was stunned, she tried to argue with the officer but he was having none of it. He handcuffed her, dragged her to his car and threw her in. She tried to demand why she was being arrested for but the cop merely said that her crime would be revealed to her soon enough.

She ranted and raved the whole ride, making demands and threatening to have his badge for arresting her. But the cop ignored her.

They finally make it to their destination, but the location puzzled Karen. This was not the police station, this was a warehouse…

The cop pulled her out of the car and dragged her inside. Once in the building, he sat her in a chair were she was cuffed and tied down.

“You should have left well enough alone Karen… now you’re going to pay the price…” a voice said.

She looks up to find none other than the husband standing over her. On a table nearby lay an assortment of torture devices.

Karen panicked. She turned to the cop and asked if he was really going to let this madman hurt her.

To this the cop merely said “you had no problem hurting one of our own. Really, you have only yourself to blame for this. You mess with one selkie, you mess with all of us!”

This statement puzzled Karen. So the husband clarified. “Really? You don’t know what a selkie is? Let me educate you. A selkie is a mythical creature that is able to transform from human to seal by putting on and removing their pelt.” He watched Karen’s face for a reaction and continued.

“My wife is a selkie! What you destroyed was her pelt! Without her pelt, she cannot change back into a seal! She cannot return to the ocean without her pelt! What you did was a serious crime against selkies. Stealing a selkie’s pelt, destroying it, preventing one from being able to return to the ocean! In other words… you fucked up BIG TIME!… now all of us selkies are going to make you pay… didn’t know did you? That this was a neighborhood of selkies! Everyone here is a selkie! Including this cop here. And now you are going to face the wrath of the whole selkie community…”

As he spoke, more people came out of the shadows. It was all the neighbors. Everyone Karen tried to turn against the couple was there. And they were all seklies.

Karen paled. For she just realized how royally fucked she was. She had just stirred up a huge hornets nest and they were going to make her pay for her arrogance in The worst possible way.

She tried to plead and beg for mercy but no one was listening. They all slowly creeped up on her, all holding a weapon of some kind. bats, golf clubs, shovels and other blunt object. And they were all going to use them on her.

The last sound that was heard that night was Karen’s terrified and pain screams as she was tortured to death by a horde of angry selkies.

(One month later)

The house that Karen was living in was up for sale and the realtor was showing it off to a new couple who were interested in buying it.

The realtor turns to the couple and asks them if they have any problem with people who owned real fur pelts.

The couple shakes their heads and say “um, no, I myself have a mink coat. It was a family heirloom from my great grandma.”

The realtor smiled and said “that’s great cause everyone in this neighborhood owns a fur pelt. I think you will fit in just fine here!”

The end.

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Was reading some selkie stories and got to thinking “what if a Karen got ahold of a selkie’s pelt?”. So I came up with this idea for a story.

Don’t worry, all in all it’s a happy ending. The evil Karen gets what she deserves.

As for the poor selkie wife. Don’t worry, they take care of her pelt, they wash out the paint, sew up the cuts and after a while of wearing the pelt, the burns and stuff heal and she can still become a seal and return to the ocean again.

Like I said, it’s a happy ending. ^_^

#selkies #selkie #Karen #scary stories #Karen stories #mythical creatures

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skatetome · 2 years

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Destined and Dreamed Of

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1462 words

Warnings: None

Author's Note: no season 4 spoilers, in fact, i would say robin's personality in this was more how she was in s3. reader is referred to as a woman obv

Blue lights flicker as bodies dance on each other. Music, that's pretty much entirely consumed by the booms of the bass, blares in everyone's ears. The room reeks of vodka and perfume. What most would consider a sensory overload was an absolute luxury for Hawkins kids. If Karen and Ted hadn't been out of town, Nancy, and her self-proclaimed co-host, Mike, would've never hosted this party. Robin Buckley seemed to be the only one who wanted the couple back in town.

The girl's bitter glare directed itself towards you talking with Steve Harrington. The boy pulls the cup up to his lips, the same ones Robin hoped had never touched yours, and took a sip. She watched as Steve used his words to try to serenade you.

When she thought things couldn't get any worse, you smile at Steve and place a hand on his elbow for a moment. Robin couldn't take it anymore; the sight of her best friend and the girl she was in love with flirting with each other made her nauseous. She ran up to the top floor of the house, shoving bodies out of her way in the process. She walked into an empty bedroom without locking the door behind her. It just didn't come to mind.

Robin slid under the bed, struggling in the process. She silently begged for no bugs or rats to accompany her. She focused on the vibration of the bass from downstairs to try to calm herself down. She stared up at the wooden planks holding up the bed as she thought about every possible reason why you touched Steve's elbow. Her mind raced through scenario after scenario, none of them being the reality.

———

"So, Y/N, when are you gonna talk to Robin?" Steve asks, a curious smirk forming on his face.

"Tonight," You smiled, humoring Steve's temporary excitement. "If I can get the courage, that is."

Steve's face dropped the moment you finished that statement. He was, rightfully, tired of you making excuses to not keep your word about confessing. This was probably the fifth time you've told the boy your plans to pursue your dream (and hopefully destined) lesbian romance with Robin Buckley. It was tiring for him to hear both you and Robin gush about each other when you've never even talked. And, quite frankly, he almost felt guilty for being the one thing stopping you two lovebirds from getting together.

Who wouldn't? Hearing the words 'she definitely doesn't like me back though' over and over again from two oblivious requited lovers, who happened to be his best friends, was heartbreaking. It was like Steve knew you both needed a boost of non-liquid courage, which is what drove him to give you that boost verbally.

"I have a proposal, you gotta hear me out, though." Steve convinced.

"Go ahead?"

"How about you confess to Robin tonight?" The wingman watched as your mouth opened, but quickly finished his statement before you could speak. "Now, I know exactly what you're going to say. 'Steve, I can't, I'm too scared!'. My suggestion is that you go up to that bedroom up there, away from everyone else, and practice what you'll say to her."

Rehearsing how you'd confess to a girl was something you never thought you'd be doing. But, you appreciated the fact that Steve wasn't requiring you to confess to Robin, but he rather gave you a choice. It wasn't something he'd ever done before, so you told yourself you'd give it a try. Hell, all you had to do was practice. And the idea of getting out of such an overwhelming setting like the room you were in didn't sound too bad.

"Great idea, Harrington." You smiled, giving the boy a pat on his free elbow, the one that wasn't being used to slip from a plastic cup. "I'll see you back here soon."

With that, you ascended up the stairs of the Wheeler house. The amount of 'excuse me's you gave out on the way was probably the most you spoke that entire night. Once you reached the top of the stairs, you approached the first door you saw. You assumed that was the one Steve was referring to, but either way, it was a party — meaning the house was pretty much destined to be explored.

———

You pulled the door of the room towards out and locked it right after you entered. You walked right to the bed, where you sat down and stared at the wall in front of you while your mind generated some ideas of how you'll confess to Robin. An amount that seemed like thousands of words were placed into possible combinations for you to confess to your crush with.

Meanwhile, Robin was panicking under the mattress, where she laid half-awake. It's not like she could look to see who it was, since that'd be horribly creepy on her behalf. She tried listening to the unknown person's breathing pattern or any other sounds their body made, but she just couldn't tell. Not even the back of the glossy white flats she could see from her spot brought anyone to her mind. Suddenly, she was awaken by the sound of an inhale that wasn't her own.

"Okay. Hey, um, can I talk to you for a sec?" You asked, imagining that the wall in front of you was your beloved, Robin Buckley.

"Fuck, she doesn't know I'm under here, right?" Robin thought to herself, her heart racing out of her chest.

"Yeah, um, okay. I brought you up here to tell you something, um..."

"She can't be talking about me, then. Thank God."

"Robin, I, um, have a crush on you, and I have for months..."

"No way. Okay, I have to get out from under here."

Robin quietly wiggled herself from under your opposite side of the bed. She slowly moved herself into a squat to see who it was on the side across from her.

Her eyes widened as she started taking in the woman's features. Then, it quickly registered inside her mind who she was seeing. It was Y/N, the girl she considered the love of her life — even though they hadn't ever talked.

Without thinking, she ran to sit next to you on the bed. Shocked, you look over at her and have a similar recognition process to hers. The girl you were imagining the wall as was right next to you. You looked her up and down to make sure she wasn't a hallucination, or, somehow, Steve.

"Um, how did you get here?" You ask, a nervous laugh coming out with your statement.

"As creepy as it sounds — or, is, I guess — I was under the bed. I wanted an escape from the party, and I thought this bedroom was the easiest place to go." The wide-eyed girl stuttered, matching your post-statement nervous laughter.

"You heard what I said, right? Because I don't think I can get the courage to repeat myself."

"Yeah, um, I did." Robin pauses and looks at the ground. "Y/N, I... like you too."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I just couldn't figure out how, when, and where to tell you."

Robin was adorable when she was nervous. The ever so slight rasp in her voice combined with the shakiness made you want to just kiss her right then and there. But, it's way too early for that.

"Funny that you say that, actually, since Steve was actually the person who answered all of those for me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be up here practicing — or actually — confessing to you."

"Can I be fully honest with you?" Robin asks, continuing after your immediate 'mhm'. "Watching you talk to Steve made me so... jealous. I wanted you to talk to me like that. I wanted you to smile at me like that. I wanted you to see me how you see Steve."

Wow. Knowing that Robin was so in love with you that she got jealous of you talking to Steve made you feel powerful. That said, it also made you feel sad for putting Robin through that jealously without intending to do so. An idea to make her feel somewhat better popped into your newly-confident mind.

"As cheesy as it sounds, I can kiss you in a way I'd never kiss Steve, if you'd like that?" You smile.

"I'd love that."

You grab her chin and push your lips onto hers. The kiss you two shared was everything you'd ever dreamed of. The way your lips molded together perfectly, and the way your passion intertwined through this kiss made you confident of the fact that this romance was, in fact, one you dreamed of and what was destined for the two of you.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader fluff #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley fluff #skatetome #this took me three hours help

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onyxisnotuniqueenough · 1 year

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About Karen Page

so. i know this weird little argument should've ended long ago. but i'm in the process of rewatching the defenders saga and i'm actually in the middle of s2 of Daredevil....AND YES I WANNA WRITE A WHOLE TUMBLR POST ABOUT KAREN OK

but first, i wanted to give a little extra info or context or whatever i'm supposed to call it

here are the links to the posts relevant here

0 (me)

1 (me)

2 (me)

3 (nyxxhecate)

4 (nyxxhecate)

5 (nyxxhecate)

also the comments count too. look at whatever nyxxhecate commented on these posts

I unblocked nyxxhecate since i first blocked them, out of honest curiosity. right before i'm writing this actually.

I just wanted to see if they've commented anything else since then or if they made posts on their own about their opinions on Daredevil. Three of the links above are their posts, and idk if tumblr notifies for that but I still don't want to @ them.

I'm not interested in debating with them or starting another argument, and couldn't care less of they see this or not. I am not writing to this person like i was in my other posts, nor am i answering to their comments or whatever points they brought up in their reblogs.

there is ONE thing they said that rang with me though :

"knock your fucking self off that pedestal you're trying to put yourself in. Imagine the level of delusion one must have to think they're intelligent because, *checks notes* they typed in word salad to defend why they like two atrocious TV characters LMAO. You're on Tumblr not the fucking Congress, get a grip IJBOL"

I'm gonna be honest here - I DO enjoy typing word salad. I enjoy writing. I enjoy writing essays. I enjoy trying to use exact words to say what i want to say.

English is my second language, technically, yes, but I have been speaking it for more then ten years, and i'm doing my best to improve because i'm hoping that i'll get to work in english some day. My accent isn't perfect but I'm confident in my spelling and writing and everything.

I've been raised in french, I've done primary, middle and high school in french, and my uni is also french-speaking. I write everything in french all of the time. But since i've taught myself to think in english first sometimes, and none of my irl friends or family like Daredevil or Breaking Bad or anything i like in general - I don't get many chances to argue irl.

So yes, I use Tumblr as an outlet to type as much as I want, even if that means talking to a wall, but at least i get to talk about (IN LENGTH) things i love - and open some kind of discussion (although i'm not blind, i know that rarely anyone replies or anything, but that will hopefully come in time)

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Now that that's said - let's get to the actual main course :

Karen Page !

As I've said in the beginning i am in the middle of s2 of DD, just finished EP6 : Regrets Only to be precise. I've already got a few things to say.

but first : I'll only talk about her in S1 and S2 and Defenders - because believe it or not, as much as I love Daredevil I AM SORRY but I HAVE NOT YET WATCHED SEASON 3. i miraculously haven't been spoiled about much, all I know is that Matt wakes up in church after his "death", boxes there, there's some kind of detective that seems important and he fights with Fisk again in his black outfit. THAT'S ALL I KNOW AND LET'S KEEP IT THAT WAY.

So.

what do i, Onyx LastName, think of Karen's character.

On my first watch, I didn't like her at all.

Not because she was a "hypocrite"or whatever everyone else is spewing but because I had this huge crush on Matt and was jealous of her.

I'll admit, that's all that my judgement was based on. I thought I didn't like her chemistry with Matt, the way that it made the Nelson-Murdock-Page trio awkward, and how it left Foggy on the sidelines. I like him. I related to him. He was suffering of Sidekick syndrome, with Matt getting powers, getting to be the hero, getting all the ladies, etc etc. I spent my whole life and I'm still actually spending it feeling like I have Sidekick Syndrome myself. If you also feel like you got that you'll know what I mean.

"So Foggy has a special place in your heart. Boohoo. what does that have to do with anything?" You've read this far and you're JUST NOW running out of patience??

Since that initial watch, and after watching countless videos, reading countless fanfics, and honestly my taste just having changed - my perspective of Matt shifted, and so has my opinion on Karen.

I don't think i'm blinded by my attration to Matt anymore, even if he still holds a special place in my heart.

But unfortunately, I still have some issues with Karen's character.

I don't think I've ever really talked about it on here, except maybe with a friend or two in dms, but it's true that I don't really like her. Or how was she was written. This post is not structured or outlined, it's a stream of consciousness...so let's hope i get the answer to that by the end of it.

Now i'm nowhere near agreeing with ANY of what nyxxhecate said, but knowing I wanted to have a definitive opinion of her and make a post about it maybe, I've been looking at her closely during my rewatch - and there are some things I've missed.

So, first, to correct my previous post,

Why is Karen attracted to Matt in the first place?

I made my post about the Foggy and Karen thing before rewatching and refreshing my memory of the ACTUAL EVENTS. I just wrote that in passing after seeing a reaction of that "date" at Mrs. Cardenas.

Here is an updated take :

I think Karen fell for Matt when she first lied to him about keeping the Union Allied file.

You just lived through an intense traumatic experience. You find yourself with a bloody knife in your hand next to the lifeless body of someone you knew and found really nice. Someone tries to hang you in your prison cell at night to make it look like you killed yourself, and no one believes you.

until Nelson and Murdock come in. You're not sure about their intentions at first but they seem kind and most importantly they believe you and are willing to defend you. They're giving you a chance. Not good samaritans but literal guardian angels.

While Foggy is hesitant at first, Matt "I believe you Miss Page"s you right off the bat. (everything's a verb if you squint hard enough)

Matt invites you to his place and assures he'll protect you.

Matt opens up about his blindness and is willing to be vulnerable in front of you.

Matt gives up his silk-sheeted bed to make sure you're comfortable.

All of that when you're vulnerable and Matt is tall and handsome and has this charming smile and ugh. How not to fall for him ? I mean you're wearing his shirt and the beautiful pink lighting in his living room is making everything all romantic. Also if you've noticed the billboard outside his window is for "Xining Airways", company that uses CHERRY BLOSSOM imagery in their advertisement. COME ON.

But then you get to talking about the case again - I mean the reason you're here in the first place - and he asks you an important question.

Did you keep the file?

You lie and say you didn't, feeling your heart beating faster. You're not even sure that sounded convincing at all. And you see the cogs turning in his head, and even if he let you off the hook, you know deep down he didn't really believe it. May seem like me extrapolating here but it IS obvious that he doesn't believe her. But as long as he's not pushing further, that doesn't change much for Karen anyway.

I think that his expression reads that he's seeing right through her.

He believed her when no one else would the first time - but seemingly for no reason.

Matt just KNEW you didn't do it. He saw right through you. You almost feel like he knows what you're thinking.

And again, that kind of connection that you're feeling, in an especially emotionally vulnerable state - plants the seed for love. EASILY.

Any of their awkward flirting before they started dating i am willing to close an eye on.

AFTER THAT? that's just cruel to Foggy and unprofessional and weird in general. Why the HELL are you holding hands in front of whatever DA or cop you just talked to to walk in Frank's hospital room?

Why are you kissing in front of Foggy???

I can understand the thing at Josie's but when you're in the middle of dealing with an extremely important case and Elektra's driver shows up out of nowhere and you're abandoning your partner in a situation that you created and ugh. ew. It's all so weird.

I don't like Karen and Matt dating any more than I did on the first watch but I don't see it through jealousy-tinted glasses and more for what it actually is. misplaced.

Season 2 is the least favorite Daredevil season of anyone I've ever met or talked to and I completely agree that the structure is strange, even if I get what they wanted to do with juxtaposing

Daredevil/Elektra/Hand stuff

and

Matt/Karen/Punisher stuff.

This juxtaposition, while I kinda get the vision, just isn't working. The Hand is the worst plot I have ever seen in my life, and that applies to Defenders too, so that's one reason, but the fact that they tried to mix everything together at once just felt weird pacing wise - and they lost characterization on Matt, Foggy and Elektra's part. All three and their relationships with each other were written weird.

...

Let's get back on track.

Season 2, Karen spends her time investigating and defending Frank.

And that is what she's most criticized for : "protecting and defending frank's actions" and "condemning Matt's lying when she's lying herself."

Frank Castle is a difficult subject.

He is the subject of many debates, wether in the fandom or in the actual show. Is he a hero? Are his murders justifiable? Are Matt and Frank two sides of the same coin? What message is he sending to the audience? How should he be interpreted by his audience? Is Frank redeemable? Is he a glorification or a fetishization of everything that's wrong with the USA? and so on so forth bla bla bla

What matters HERE is what KAREN thinks of him.

Karen is a very determined and ambitious journalist, to say the least. She'd do anything to get to the truth. These qualities that seem very noble at first are also her main flaws. By putting the story first, she throws caution the wind and that very recklessness of hers is what kills Ben Urich, and what compels her to defend Frank so adamantly.

But there's a facet of her personality that I haven't seen being delved into or explained anywhere - her sometimes misplaced but very much there Savior complex, or White Knight syndrome.

She empathized and honestly liked Mrs. Cardenas (a cute old little guatemalan christian lady, who had no one). She wanted to help her. She felt that she was treated unfairly, that all the tenants were treated unfairly, and that was what prompted her to want to take down Fisk. Fisk was using, manipulating and stealing blind people who were already unfortunate. Fisk is lying to the public and hiding his true criminal activities. Savior Complex is activated, now Karen has to find a way to bring him down, even if that means putting her nose where it doesn't belong and provoking the death of Ben Urich.

Now let's look at the situation in S2.

She empathizes with Frank Castle (a man who's entire family got killed and now has no one). He has some kind of moral code that seems noble to her. She feels that he's being treated unfairly, that no one is taking his dead family into account, or what he's already done as a soldier. Frank is unapologetically admitting and sticking by his actions and his code. He doesn't want to hurt anyone that doesn't deserve, in his eyes, to die. Reyes is not upholding her side of the wit-pro deal (She used Grotto as bait, someone Karen already empathized with). Reyes was purposefully trying to get Frank the death penalty for her own gain (she had her eye on the mayor's office) and is hiding a shady past. Savior Complex is activated, now Karen has to find a way to prove that Frank's not all bad and to expose Reyes, even if that means putting her nose where it doesn't belong and overstepping boundaries when she's not a lawyer, and frankly doesn't deserve to get Ben's desk or his job.

When you finally pin down her behavioral pattern and why she acts how she acts, it's easier to understand.

So yes, I understand Karen. (In my opinion at least.)

What makes her who she is is that savior complex of hers, that MORAL code of her own. How she sees herself and what she thinks is her PURPOSE is how she justifies her mistakes, or the risks she takes, to herself. As means to an end.

She doesn't seem to doubt herself or question herself enough to see that her behavior, even if her goal is noble, is not always right.

Her believing that she acts as a savior to others is precisely what makes her a little self-centered.

And, because Matt has this problem too sometimes, she is an interesting character to compare to him.

But now, see, as i've spend a lot of time writing this, my own cogs are turning. I think I've identified what my problem is with Karen.

It's how she's framed. by the writers. by the show.

We see Matt's guilt but don't see hers.

We see his internal turmoil but not hers.

We see him doubt himself all the time and seek for answers in his faith or in people but not her.

If we got to see Karen doubt herself more, show more of her guilt over her killing Wesley, her causing the death of Urich, that would make for a much more likeable and relateable character.

When she argues with Matt or something, what she says makes it seems "hypocritical" of her not to hold herself to the same moral standards than she does others.

But I don't think seeing the flaws in others means you don't see your own. Again, if we had seen Karen questioning and doubting herself, and feeling guilty for what she's done (and not just crying or having ONE nightmare about it. Her trauma should have been more explored in general. from the beginning.) then we'd see that she is self-aware and recognizes her own mistakes and her continuing to feed into her savior complex is her way of finding closure. or trying to save herself from being completely consumed by her own guilt.

So yes. I don't like Karen, not because I don't like her, but be..cause...I wish... we'd seen more of her? or at least framed her differently?

I didn't think I'd reach that conclusion. I thought I'd actually find a real reason not to like HER.

But that's maïeutique for you i guess. or to put it differently, rubber-ducking, right? Isn't that programming lingo?

Also maybe i'm not completely over how Matt and Karen third-wheeled Foggy. or how Matt doesn't really fit with any of his on-screen love interests and how I wish they hadn't dated. but that's a story for another day.

Thank you for reading this far, if you're still here! Tell me your thoughts and opinions on Karen or my own way of explaining it :)

#daredevil #karen page #matt murdock #foggy nelson #netflix daredevil #marvel netflix

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The Freak and the Jedi (Eddie Munson x female!Henderson!reader)

Chapter five: The Nina Project

Words: 4606 Warnings: foul language, canon-typical violence, Patrick getting Vecna'd right before reader's eyes, reader being a badass and putting Jason in his place, reader clearly having ptsd but me not knowing how to properly portray it. mentions of grief and death. also god i guess? reader wears a black dress (no other physical descriptions), the Henderson siblings sharing a braincell. A/N: sorry for the long wait, guys, I've been sick for almost two weeks for absolutely no reason. so, reader gets a little plot of her own for once, and it's safe to say Eddie and her will bond for life over this. thank you so much for reading, and i hope you guys are liking the story, because we're right in the middle now! Taglist: @authorlovers, @angiewhoohooo, @thatsamegirl, @lizzy-95, @elleeeee21, @tanyaherondale, @le-who-zer-her, @toobsessedsstuff

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Chapter five: The Nina Project

The Wheelers’ basement had somehow become our headquarters, much to Karen Wheeler’s joy and Ted Wheeler’s dismay. The fact that we also somehow decided to sleep together in the same room despite the unused bedrooms upstairs was beyond my comprehension. Still, I could do little when I was awoken by Eddie’s static complaints over the walkie and incredible neck pain from falling asleep facing Max’s now empty couch.

“Wheeler! Hey,” I opened my eyes with a start, silently groaning as a massive headache made its way into my brain from the uncomfortable sleeping position. Eddie’s yells over the radio didn’t help. “Um, I’m gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want me going out into the world,” Nancy quickly cut him off.

“No. No, no, no, don’t do that,” I rolled my eyes at him, closing my eyes again, fighting to stay awake. “Just, stay where you are, and we’ll be there as soon as we can,” Nancy answered, rubbing her own eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, um… can you pick me up a six-pack? I know, it’s stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves,” both Nancy and I sighed in annoyance.

I was about to respond from my place when Nancy rushed to her feet with panic in her voice.

“Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back,” she put the walkie down and quickly rushed to Dustin, who was asleep on the floor, hitting his head on the screen behind him as he opened his eyes, completely disoriented.

“Whoah,” he said as he focused his eyes on Nancy, who shook him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on Max's watch?” with that I opened my eyes again, squinting as I looked to find Max gone.

“Yep. Yep, yep, yep. Sorry,” he too rubbed his eyes, closing them for a second.

“Then where is she?”

Dustin frowned. “She’s right there,” he pointed to the empty couch the redhead had fallen asleep on. “A second ago. I swear, I just dozed off for…” panicking, he checked his wrist, his voice trailing off. “An hour,” he whispered.

I quickly stood on my feet, all sleep wearing off as the three of us rushed upstairs, walking towards the entrance of the house before finding Max sitting on the kitchen table, her headphones on as she drew something, with Nancy’s little sister, Holly, next to her. We sighed in relief at the sight, my heart immediately calming down.

“Morning, guys!” Karen Wheeler’s chipper voice greeted us. “Everything okay?” she asked as she put freshly baked pancakes on a plate on the kitchen island.

We all nodded, trying to appear normal. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s okay,” Nancy answered.

Max turned her head to us, waving slightly at us from her seat.

“I think it’s so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this,” Karen continued.

“Could try sticking together at a different house for a change,” Ted, on the contrary, added.

Nancy ignored her father and sat down next to Max.

Karen turned to Dustin and me, looking at us with a fond smile. She had always been like a second mother to us, given that we were both best friends with her children.

“You know you’re welcome anytime,” she said.

“Totally. You’re like family,” Dustin said.

I nodded. “Of course, Mrs. Wheeler, we’re very grateful you’re letting us stay here,” I too answered.

“May I?” Dustin approached the pancakes, his stomach growling at the sight.

“Absolutely,” Karen answered, handing him the plate in her hand with a smile. “I’ll get you another one,” she told me as she reached for another one for me.

Dustin started pouring some onto his plate.

“Yeah, why not? Take us for all we’re worth,” Ted complained as he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes not even lifting from his newspaper.

“Okay,” Dustin and I said cheekily at the same time, pouring ourselves more food.

Nancy and Max were already talking when we sat down at the table with them.

“But when I made it here… I dunno, something was different. He seemed surprised, almost. Like he didn’t want me there,” Max was explaining something to Nancy.

My eyes quickly scanned over her drawings, an immediate feeling of terror washing over my body as I tried to picture what happened after she told us what she saw.

“Maybe you infiltrated his mind,” Dustin offered. “He invaded your mind, right? Is it that big of a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his?”

“Like Freddie Krueger’s boiler room!” I gasped, making Dustin gasp as well as we looked at each other.

“Freddie Krueger?” Holly suddenly asked, scaring me for a second as I had completely forgotten her presence at the table.

Dustin got technical. “He’s a super burned-up dude with razors for fingers, and he kills you in your dreams,” he explained to Holly, who looked at him with a disgusted look.

“Dustin, seriously?” Nancy shut him up.

“Sorry. It’s a movie, it’s not real,” he apologized before returning to the conversation. “Just… think about it. What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna’s world? Like, maybe the answer we’re looking for is somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing,” he grabbed one of Max’s papers, holding it before his eyes, trying to make sense of it. I too stared at it, squinting my eyes. “God, we need Will,” Dustin exclaimed.

“No shit,” Max said, clearly annoyed at him. “But I tried them again this morning, and it’s the same busy signal,” she continued.

Nancy grabbed one of the drawings. “Is this a window?”

Max nodded. “Yeah.”

“Stained glass with roses?” Nancy tried again.

“Yeah,” she answered again. “See? I’m not so terrible after all,” she shot a glare at Dustin.

“Yeah, well, it helps that I’ve seen it before,” Nancy started folding and putting the pieces together, grabbing another pen and drawing a thick black line around the edges, the sight of a familiar house suddenly coming clean on the table.

“It’s pieces of a house,” Max noted.

“Not just any house. It’s Victor Creel’s house,” Nancy concluded. She grabbed the papers and stood up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, my mouth full of pancakes.

“Waking the others,” Nancy answered, walking down the stairs.

We quickly followed after her. Dustin grabbed another pancake and ran down the stairs with it.

I stopped in my tracks as an idea popped into my head.

“Hey, Mrs. Wheeler, do you think I could bring some of these pancakes to my mom? You know she’s a huge fan of your cooking,” I asked with the most innocent smile I could muster.

Karen Wheeler, with a sweet smile in return, nodded profusely, quickly putting together a nice amount of food in a small Tupperware and giving it to me.

“Tell her I said hello and that I will call her later, okay?” she called after me as I too walked towards their basement.

“Will do!”

Tews greeted me when I opened the door. I could hear my mother on the other side of the house, walking around while opening and closing her drawers. I silently slipped inside, closing the door softly behind me and trying to shush Tews as it meowed at me.

“Who is it?” I heard my mom yell from her room. “Are you an intruder?” she ran to the entrance, sighing in relief when she saw me.

“Yeah, an intruder that happens to have our keys,” I said as I walked towards my room.

She blocked my path, quickly embracing me. “Honey, where were you? And where’s Dustin? You both know it’s not safe out there!” she shook my from side to side, making me slightly dizzy at the motion.

“We’re fine, don’t worry. We’ve been at the Wheelers’,” I answered.

My mom visibly relaxed. “Still, you should’ve called me!”

I frowned as I broke the hug. “I thought Karen called you.”

“She did, but I still expect my own children to do it before giving me a heart attack!”

I was used to her dramatic antics, but after everything that was going on, my mother’s nerves were the last thing I was worried about.

“I promise you, we’re alright. I actually came to shower and change clothes,” I said, resuming my walk towards my room. “Here, have a pancake,” I grabbed one of the pancakes and gave it to my mom, who took it with a confused face.

“Well, of course, dear, Chrissy was your friend, it’s only fitting that you go to her funeral,” I stopped dead in my tracks at her words, opening my door slightly and poking my head out.

“The what, now?” I asked.

“Honey, it’s Chrissy’s funeral today, I told you yesterday,” she looked sympathetically at me, raising his hand to my forehead. “I know this must be hard for you, but death is part of life, and I think you’re being really strong by attending despite your obvious distress,” she said, warmth in her eyes.

I slowly nodded. “Yeah… right… the funeral… of course, yeah, I mean…” I then knew there was no getting out of it, and simply went along with it. “That’s exactly why I came here now. I better get ready for it, then,” I answered, putting on my best sorrowful face for her.

“Of course. I left you my old black dress on your bed to wear,” she said as she turned around, grabbing Tews in her hands.

“Thanks, love you, see you later!” I answered as I shut the door.

I pressed my forehead to my door and sighed heavily, the sudden silence welcoming me like an old friend. My mom’s old dress rested on my bed, simple and elegant.

“Not again,” I sighed as I grabbed it and took it to the bathroom when suddenly my walkie went off.

“Hey, you home yet?” Dustin’s voice filled the room.

I answered quickly. “Yeah, but something came up. Mom thinks I’m home for Chrissy’s funeral, so I’ll have to go,” I sighed.

“What? Are you crazy? You know Jason and his gang will be there!” Dustin sounded alarmed.

“Yeah, but technically it’s not me they’re after. Maybe I can talk him out of it, send them in a different direction, perhaps?” I said.

“It’s a bad idea and you know it,” Dustin tried to reason.

“Well, we don’t have anything else, Dus. I’ll go to the funeral and then I’ll stay with Eddie, alright? I can’t leave right away without it being suspicious,” I told him.

Dustin took a few minutes to answer. “Just… be careful, okay?”

I smiled softly. “Always. Love you.”

“Love you too. Over,” and with that, our conversation was cut.

With yet another heavy sigh, I locked myself in the bathroom, quickly stripping from my dirty clothes and getting into the shower.

I stood under the hot water for a few minutes, the last couple of days replaying before my eyes as I automatically showered. I finished in no time, for my mind was too lost on everything to even realize I was on autopilot mode for the entire process.

It didn’t take me long to get ready after that, sitting down on my bed as I looked around my room, noticing the tiny details that I had been gathering over the years. I stood before my mirror, staring at my reflection and frowning at the girl that stared back at me. Clean hair, clean clothes, clean face. For an instant, I just felt like a girl, a normal one, for that matter, and not somebody that had saved the world with her friends several times now. A few polaroids were stuck to the frame of the mirror, and my eyes scanned the pictures with a soft smile.

A picture of Nancy, Barb, and me, the three of us on our first day of high school.

A picture of Dustin and me from Halloween, him dressed as Stantz and me as Luke Skywalker.

A picture of Jonathan taking a picture of me, with a laughing Will in the back.

A picture of a passed-out Robin on Steve’s couch, with Steve drawing a mustache on her face with a black marker.

And a picture of Eddie, holding a burned tray of cookies at his uncle’s trailer as he smiled cheekily at me, his hair far shorter and half as curlier than it was today.

Tears prickled at my eyes as I looked at them, thinking about everything we had all gone through together, and how much was at stake at that very moment.

A soft knock on my door woke me up from my daze.

“Are you ready, honey? We need to leave now,” my mom said as she opened the door.

I sniffed and rubbed my eyes, nodding as I took a small purse, making sure my own walkie was inside. “Yeah, sorry, I just needed a minute,” I walked to the door.

My mom, after taking one look at me, squeezed my shoulders comfortingly, probably thinking I was distressed because of the funeral. “Everything will be alright, dear,” she took my hand as we both walked outside towards my car.

I squeezed her hand in return. “I really hope so.”

Chrissy’s funeral was beautiful, indeed. But her mother’s eulogy made my blood boil.

“The devil is here,” she started. “I can feel his presence… growing stronger each day. But I know Chrissy’s in heaven now, looking down at us, smiling. Happy to see all the lives she touched and brightened.”

I shifted in my seat, my heart aching at her words. I knew Chrissy’s situation at home wasn’t ideal, she said so herself that last time at the school bathroom, but the girl had never been but kind to me. Even though my mom was wrong and we were not technically friends, I knew her absence would be hard to ignore.

“But I also know she’s frustrated. Angry. That the monster that did this to her is still out there. Still. Hurting others. How can he live, while my angel is gone?”

I forced myself to stop listening because I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought about Max, and how her life had completely turned for the worse because of Vecna. Chrissy, Fred, Eddie, and the many lives that were now broken and half-empty because of him. My mom took my hand in hers when she noticed the redness in my eyes, but I wasn’t crying because of sadness. I cried because I was angry; I was furious that our lives never seemed to go back to normal. Outraged that we were all kids forced to grow up too quickly.

Jason spotted me after the funeral. I thoroughly disliked him, but I still gave him a short hug.

“I’m so sorry, Jason,” I said as I patted his back. “She was an amazing girl.”

He gave me a tight-lipped smile, tears still falling down his face.

“Thank you, really,” but there was an edge to his eyes. In a split second, darkness came and went. “Hey, is your brother here?” he asked.

I didn’t like the way he said it. “No, uh… he barely knew her, it wouldn’t’ve been appropriate,” I said, looking down at my feet as I tried to come up with a real excuse.

“Right… well, I… I would like to speak with him sometime. You know, he is good friends with Munson, right?” he was looking down at me, more menacing by the second.

But after being interrogated by Russian soldiers, chased by the Mind-Flayer, dragged around by a Demogorgon, and listening to my little brother sing The NeverEnding Story with Suzie, little Jason Carver couldn’t scare me. Honestly, very few things could scare me anymore.

“Yeah, thanks to their D&D club. You know, the game,” I said slowly, lowering my voice, and accentuating the word ‘game.’

“Yeah, yeah, the game,” he looked somewhere else. I followed his gaze, seeing his friends staring at us. The way he said made it seem like a mockery.

“And what about you? I’ve seen you talking to Munson a few times, do you know anything?” he looked back at me, his eyes harder than before.

I squinted my eyes at him. “What are you implying?”

He stopped for a few seconds but lowered his voice only for me to hear. “I know he killed Chrissy. And I know your brother and his friends are hiding him somewhere. So, do you wanna make this easier for yourself and tell me where he is? Or you wanna wait until I find him and kill him myself?” his threat sent shivers down my spine, but not of fear.

“Are you really that fucking stupid to think a bunch of fifteen-year-olds is hiding a fucking adult when the entire town is looking for him? Did you hit your head on your way over? That’s low even for you, Carver,” my anger was growing by the minute.

He wordlessly stared at me for a few seconds, clearly at a loss of words. “Henderson, I…” he started, but I didn’t let him finish.

“Whatever it is that you’re trying to prove here, don’t. Let the cops do their job, and you go back to bouncing balls and winning games, alright? And, I swear to God, Carver, if you ever lay a finger on either my brother or his friends, you’ll be joining Chrissy soon enough.”

I turned around and left him standing there, joining my mom as she conversed with a few of my classmates’ parents. I didn’t dare look back at him, feeling like I just had made the situation worse, but feeling oddly proud of myself for it. Nobody threatened my family.

“I brought you pancakes,” I handed the Tupperware to Eddie, whose eyes lit up at the mention.

“You brought me pancakes,” he repeated with an impressed face, staring at the blue container in my outstretched hand.

“I mean, I didn’t make them. It was Nancy’s mom,” I answered as he took them from me. “They’re still a bit warm. I heated them a bit before coming here. I told Mrs. Wheeler they were for my mom so, yeah, I’ll need the Tupperware back,” I said as I sat down on the stool in the shed, watching Eddie hungrily eat them with passion.

“Wow,” he moaned, his voice, for some reason, sending a shiver straight to my lower stomach. My cheeks flushed at my reaction, but I quickly hid my face from him. “These are so good,” he kept munching on them, groaning from time to time.

“Yeah,” I coughed slightly. “Karen is a great chef,” I stood there awkwardly, facing anywhere but him as he happily ate away.

“You’re not that far behind,” he mentioned lowly.

I scoffed. “Yeah, like that one time I almost burned the entire kitchen down,” I chuckled at the memory, the polaroid fresh in my mind.

“Well, my uncle made us clean it, and thankfully it came off, so…” Eddie laughed as he ate, the Tupperware soon empty.

“Thankfully,” I agreed with another chuckle. “So, have you talked to the guys?” I asked him, eager to change the topic. I couldn’t dwell on the past anymore for the day.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, Dustin said they’ll bring supplies tomorrow, ‘cause they had to check something first,” he recalled.

I froze when I recalled the plan. “Yeah, about that…” I trailed off. But Eddie’s wide eyes urged me to continue. “We may have a lead. A huge one, actually. And it’s not pretty.”

“What else is new?” Eddie added with sarcasm.

I sighed. “So, um, we kinda discovered that music acts as an anchor to life. This gotta be the worst explanation ever but hear me out. When Max was attacked, Lucas played her favorite song, and thanks to it, she’s still with us. And somehow, Max might have entered Vecna’s mind. She drew what she saw and Nancy recognized it as Victor Creel’s house, apparently. The guys are checking his house as we speak,” I summarized.

“Wow,” Eddie simply said, staring at a random spot on the wall.

“Yeah, I know it’s a lot,” I answered back.

After a few seconds, Eddie frowned. “So, music is an anchor, huh?” he toyed with the rings on his fingers.

I nodded absent-mindedly, my gaze fixed on his hands. “Yeah.”

“So, what, I should just play ‘Africa’ at full volume if Vecna catches you?” he joked, a teasing smile on his lips.

I gasped as I laughed loudly. “Oh, come on, it’s a great song!” we both laughed. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t totally smack the shit out of him if ‘What a Feeling’ started playing!” I counterattacked, chuckling at his surprised face. “I’m onto you, Munson, I know Irene Cara is your guilty pleasure.”

“I mean, at least you can dance to that song…” he trailed off, getting up from the boat and walking to me.

I put a hand over my chest, offended. “You saying you can’t dance to Africa?

“Exactly.”

“There’s more than one way to dance other than headbanging,” I added as he stepped closer.

“What do you know about dancing, Henderson?” he was now standing very close to me, our chests almost touching.

“Apparently, more than you, Munson,” I pressed myself completely to him, a sudden urge to touch him overpowering my senses.

“Wanna bet?” his voice was low, calculated. My eyes dropped from his eyes to his lips, but before any of us could move, the sound of tires screeching interrupted us.

This better be good, I thought as we moved towards the window, my face paling at the sight of Jason and his friends walking towards the entrance of the house with baseball bats and iron rods in their hands.

“Shit, shit,” Eddie said as he pushed me down to my knees next to him, gripping my wrist tightly as he looked around for his own walkie, making sure the two of us were out of sight. “Hey, Dustin, you there? It’s Eddie. Your sister too. You remember me, right? Hey, if anyone’s there, I really think we might be in a bit of trouble here, okay? Wheeler? Anybody?!” he frustratedly smacked the radio, but no answer came.

“For fuck’s sake, Dustin, do you copy?” I tried my own walkie, only slightly calmer as I pressed my back to the wall, feeling my heart race. “Fuck, this is all my fault,” I rubbed my eyes.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked, equally alarmed.

“At Chrissy’s funeral, he asked about Dustin, and I may have threatened him to leave us alone. I think I only angered him more,” I said with a guilty face. Eddie didn’t answer. He simply stared at me with an unreadable look. “Please, say something,” I pleaded, feeling the silence was ten times worse than his yelling.

“You threatened him?” he asked, still crouching before me. I nodded weakly at him. “Fuck, that’s why I like you,” he said before speeding to the other side of the room, looking for some place we could both hide with Jason in the house.

I didn’t ignore his comment, my heart skipping a beat. I couldn’t know if Eddie realized what he said, but I remained unmoving in my place, crouched below the window, staring at him as my head repeated his words over and over.

The light outside had already gone out, and we were running out of time until they came outside. The little bulb by the door of the shed always went on at the same hour, and it only would be a matter of time before any of them came looking for us down here.

“Dustin?” Eddie tried again. “Please, are… are you there?” he was met with more static, but with his head unmoving, he quickly copied back. “Never mind.”

He put the walkie down and moved towards the boat.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him release the knots that held the boat together above water.

“How do you feel about a swim, princess?”

Despite the blush on my cheeks, I moved forward to help him, emptying the boat of its contents and grabbing our stuff before sitting on the bench, grabbing both oars in my hands as the boat was released into the water, with Eddie quickly following after me and grabbing one oar for himself, frantically pushing the boat into the lake, desperately rowing to reach the other side.

It wasn’t long before we heard Jason yell after us.

“Hey, freak!” we both froze in place, turning around slightly to see them running to the edge of the shore. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jason quickly started stripping, jumping in the water after us.

“Shit!” Eddie said before turning to the engine, desperately trying to get it to work.

“Henderson? You too?” Jason called when he spotted me. I widened my eyes, too scared at the moment to say anything else.

Eddie kept trying to get the engine started, but it wouldn’t budge. “You piece of shit. Come on! Gotta help us out here, man,” he insisted. I grabbed the oars and started rowing to the other side, for it was our only solution. Jason and his friends were athletes, and it wouldn’t take them long to reach us if we didn’t start moving now. “Goddamn it!” Eddie smacked the top in frustration, finally abandoning his mission and joining me at the front, grabbing the other oar and pushing us forward.

We both kept cursing, looking back repeatedly to see Jason advancing after us rather quickly. Eddie stopped rowing and put himself in front of me, waving his oar around.

“Hey, stay back, man! Stay back!” he was ready to hit Jason with it, but Jason was looking back at Patrick, who seemed frozen in the middle of the water a couple of feet behind him.

“Hey, come on! Let’s go! We almost have him!”

But Patrick was looking around, confused, scared. He didn’t move.

“Hey, Patrick!” Jason called once more, and just as I looked over Eddie’s shoulder, I saw Patrick disappear underwater.

Jason called for him, silence filling the air. I looked around confused, thinking maybe he dived to attack our front.

But my attention was suddenly elsewhere, for Patrick had now emerged and was suspended in the air several feet above us, his arms stretched to the sides.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I immediately remembered Eddie and Max’s words.

Eddie stumbled back in shock and sent the two of us back into the water. I resurfaced coughing heavily, having accidentally swallowed water.

I looked up at Patrick in shock, watching and hearing his bones break rapidly, his body bending in ways no body should ever bend as I did my best to stay afloat. My arms were burning from the exercise of rowing and swimming, all while my heart felt like it could combust any second at the sight of Patrick becoming Vecna’s victim.

With one last crack, his body fell into the water.

The three of us stared at Patrick’s corpse, floating, unmoving. Dead. Jason immediately swam to him, yelling and crying his name.

I knew I was crying too, such a display forever embedded in my head. My tears mixed with the freshwater of the lake, and though I noticed Eddie’s arm around my waist as he hoisted me up onto the boat, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Patrick. Eddie didn’t say anything as he rowed us away, away from Jason’s screams and into the darkness ahead of us.

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