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jungshookz · 5 months

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smitten: y/n (reluctantly) agrees to go to jimin's big halloween bash and she forgot how much she actually hated parties

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook and smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boohoo angsty wattpady fic of your dreams!! the pining and yearning is off the charts!! jimin’s still an asshole but what’s new!!

➺ wordcount; 9.2k

➺ summary; putting on a smile while watching ji-eun cuddle up to jungkook is already hard enough, but when y/n is (reluctantly) invited to jimin’s massive halloween party, she can’t help but even more out of place.

➺ what to expect; “you know, you’re my best friend and i wanna make sure that everything is… good between us.”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; favourite crime [olivia rodrigo]

➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]; part two [the incriminating note]; part three [the date]

»»————- 👻 ————-««

you’re pretty sure you’re in hell.

you’re not sure what you did in your past life to have deserved this, but past-life y/n must’ve killed a baby or set an entire village on fire or something to that degree because you’re pretty sure that in this current timeline, you’re in hell

you stay quiet as you munch on your (slightly soggy, unfortunately) sandwich, scrolling through your phone (but not really paying attention to your instagram feed because apparently you’re a glutton for punishment and you keep wanting to look up and just stare at jungkook and ji-eun in all their coupley glory) while your foot taps anxiously against the ground

you know that if you say you can sit somewhere else to give the two of them some privacy that jungkook will insist that you stay, but you feel like the longer you sit here the faster the people around you will see that you’re just a big ol’ monster truck sized third wheel

you could lie and say that you have to go to the library to get some work done, but jungkook’s really good at knowing when you’re lying to him (apparently you have VERY obvious tells which you were very unaware of) so that’s not going to be a feasible plan either

it’s just that being here is incredibly uncomfortable but it seems like the only option you have is to stay and sit through it — which, again, reiterates your point of you being pretty sure you’re being punished for something you did in your past life

“my handsome boy…” ji-eun giggles lightly, reaching over to adjust the collar of jungkook’s jacket before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, “i like this jacket a lot.”

“yeah?” he gives his girlfriend a boyish grin, looking down at his jacket before looking back up at her, “lucky for you, you can borrow it anytime you’d like-“ you glance up at them, the little voice in your brain stopping you from interrupting them to say that that is a nice jacket because you chose it for jungkook — and you feel like that comment could potentially lump you into the pick-me-girl-best-friend category which you’d very much like to avoid

“borrow? no, i’m stealing it-“

“no way! i got this thrifted for, like, fifteen bucks, i’m not letting you steal it-“

“alright, then you better sleep with one eye open the next time i stay over at yours because this is a nice jacket-“

you can’t help but look over at the empty seat next to you on the bench as you let out a quiet sigh… you have never felt so horribly single in your entire life.

and it doesn’t help that it’s cuffing szn this cuffing szn that all over your social media — your tiktok feed has not been very friendly to you as of late, the app flooded with countless videos of cute couples bundling up for the colder seasons

if anything you need to be cuffed to the wall before you go crazy and rip your eyelashes out from frustration

unsurprisingly, jungkook and ji-eun are a couple now, but really, are you surprised? jungkook is great, ji-eun is great, they went on a great first date (thanks to you, let’s be honest) and all the dates after that went well too because it lead to jungkook asking ji-eun if she wanted to be exclusive with him

you knew that things were going well when jungkook started hanging out with you less and less

and then when they officially got together, you didn’t think it could possibly get any worse but your already puny twice a week hangouts turned into two hours a week before he’d zip off to spend time with ji-eun

in fact, within the last two weeks, he’s only hung out with you once… which is fine, because you understand the honeymoon stage and you understand how giddy people can be when they get into a brand new relationship and just want to spend all their time with this new person

you know for sure that if you were the one who’d gotten into a new relationship, you’d definitely want to spend as much time with your person because why wouldn’t you want to do that? you really can’t blame the guy

you have other friends you can hang out with, but it’s just not as fun because even when you’re having a good time with them, your mind keeps wandering back to what jungkook is doing with ji-eun

and of course, when jungkook mentioned to you over a quick lunch one afternoon that he was planning on asking ji-eun to make things official, it’s not like you could tell him that it was a horrible idea and that he shouldn’t be dating ji-eun without ruffling feathers and raising brows of suspicion

the only person it would be a horrible idea for would be you, and you’re not enough of a dickhead to ruin a potentially good thing because of your own desires

and obviously, she said yes because why wouldn’t she say yes?

…

you know, there really isn’t a way for you to talk about this situation without sounding like the most bitter person on the planet, so perhaps you should move on now

“okay, i’m putting you two on drinks duty for the party!” jimin seems to appear out of thin air and you turn your head to look at him standing at the front of the table with an armful of flyers and the usual bossy, snarky persona that literally drains you every time you have an interaction with him, “unless you’re too busy making out to handle that.”

“no, we can handle it-“ ji-eun rolls her eyes playfully, pulling away from jungkook before reaching over and plucking the list from jimin’s slim fingers, “jesus, jimin. twelve bottles of vodka??”

“i’ll give you my credit card, just put all the charges on it-“ jimin shrugs, sliding in next to you before nudging you over a little, “this is going to be my greatest party yet. i’m charging $10 an admission and i’m renting out this huge house- i don’t think you can even comprehend how massive this party is going to be. it’s gonna be so much better than last year’s one.”

“i remember hearing about your party last year!” you chime in, offering jimin a polite smile even though he’s not looking at you, “it sounded like it was super fun.”

“so, you guys are on drinks, so that’s covered-“ jimin makes a tick on his clipboard before nodding to himself, “decor is covered, catering is covered, rent for the night is covered…”

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek, slumping in your seat a little and resisting the urge to roll your eyes

you still have no clue what jimin’s problem is with you, but at this point you’ve gotten used to the way he acts like you literally do not exist at all

you mentioned it to jungkook one time, wondering if maybe you were just looking too far into it and that there was nothing to take personally to which he responded with an enthusiastic nod and a “no, i also get the vibe that he doesn’t like you and i have no idea why… just let him be an ass if he wants to be one, don’t stoop to his level. life is too short to waste energy on weird people.”

so if jimin wants to continue being an ass to you, you’re just gonna let it roll off you like water off a duck’s back

“funny enough, y/n and i were gonna go to your party last year, but the kids in y/n’s building were trick or treating so we decided to stay home and watch horror movies and hand out candy instead-“ jungkook clears his throat, eyes flickering over to you for a brief second, “we also, like, decorated the doorway like it was a haunted apartment to freak the kids out. and y/n had this great idea to have a cauldron filled with warm spaghetti and she told the kids it was brain stew-“

“oh my god, i forgot about that-“ you snort, “i feel like we should’ve done, like, warm pudding instead or something, but the spaghetti kinda had the same effect and my kitchen smelled like an italian restaurant for two weeks after that-“

“let’s talk costumes!” jimin interrupts you, smacking his palm down on the table before pointing his pen at ji-eun and jungkook, “please don’t show up in anything tacky.”

“we were thinking barbie and ken!” ji-eun grins, “not tacky, totally trendy — i know we probably won’t be the only barbie and kens in the room, but it’s just so trendy and i loved her pink sequinned cowboy outfit- or if that’s not available, i think the 80s skater costumes were a vibe-“

“i can’t whait to talk about horshes and capitahlism wiv a bunch of ovher kensj.” jungkook laughs lightly with a mouthful of sandwich, dabbing his mouth with his napkin before crumpling it up into a ball and tossing it at you

you scowl playfully when it bounces off your forehead and lands on the ground

“you could go as allen, y/n. that’d be pretty funny.” jungkook swallows his bite, and you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to include you in every part of the conversation because you can practically see the pity for you radiating off of him in waves

you know for a fact he feels bad that he’s not been able to hang out with you as much lately because every time you do hang out he always brings you a drink or a snack with sympathetic little puppy dog eyes

and every time you have lunch with him and ji-eun he’s always making an effort to include you in the conversation — especially when jimin is around because again, it’s pretty clear the guy doesn’t like you

you and jungkook spent an entire afternoon trying to figure out why he didn’t like you so much, but you couldn’t come up with any conclusive results, so now whenever jimin is around, jungkook makes even more effort to include you in the conversation

“allen was my favourite character, so that’s not even a bad idea.” you chirp, pulling out one of the flyers from jimin’s neat pile before looking at it for the details

“oh, right. yeah, you can come too, i guess.” jimin clears his throat quietly, taking the flyer back from you with a chuckle, “…you don’t seem like you’d have anything crazy going on on a friday night.”

“i can come too? i thought that everyone was invited to this thing?” you raise an eyebrow, pointing to the little note on the flyer, “all it says is general admission.”

“…right.” jimin smiles sweetly at you, “and i suppose i’ll waive the fee for you since you’re… friends with jungkook.”

“how sweet of you.” you respond curtly, offering a smile just as sweet before letting it drop as soon as he looks away

you are absolutely dreading having to go to this party.

»»————- 👻 ————-««

“are you sure you don’t want us to come and pick you up? ji-eun has space in her car, you’d just have to sit in the back with all the drinks n stuff-“

“i’m good, jungkook, really-“ you mutter, pausing for a second to smudge out your lipstick before leaning back in your chair and turning side to side to look at your finished look

not that this is jungkook’s fault, but the fact that the two of you really haven’t been hanging out as often gave you a lot of time to think about what you wanted to dress up as for jimin’s halloween costume, and after a solo spooky movie binge the other weekend, you decided that you wanted to dress up as emily from the corpse bride

sure, it’s been done so many times — but you love the movie and you love emily and you had so much time to get everything you needed for this costume so why not dress up as her??

you reach up to adjust your blue wig, tugging at it slightly to make sure it’s nice and secure

“i’m just gonna uber there! plus, my place is kind of out of the way if you guys are already headed to jimin’s.” you clear your throat, “thank you for the offer though. make sure to let ji-eun know i really appreciate the gesture.”

“okay, i will…” jungkook murmurs, and you can tell by the tone in his voice that he wants to say something but he’s holding himself back, “i guess i’ll see you at the party, then? we’ll probably be there in about forty minutes.”

“yes, i’ll see you guys at the party.” you nod, wiping the leftover blue lipstick on your fingers on a tissue before reaching over to get ready to press the hangup button

“y/n?” jungkook’s voice crackling out from your phone speaker makes you pause, and you pull your hand back

“yea?”

“we’re- we’re good, right?” the question is somewhat of a surprise to you due to its weirdly serious, non-jungkook nature, your eyes flickering down to look at the contact photo you have set for your friend

he grins like a maniac at the camera, eyes wide and lit up with excitement at the cheesy corn dog he’s holding in front of him

the corner of your mouth twitches in a fond smile at the memory of that day — jungkook was convinced he’d be able to eat three corn dogs in one sitting and the day ended with him basically destroying your toilet and then refusing to let you use it until the smell cleared out

“what do you mean?” you clear your throat quietly, lips parting to say something else before you press them together and decide against it

“i mean- i know we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately so i just-“ jungkook coughs, “you know, you’re my best friend and i wanna make sure that everything is… good between us.”

“i-“ you pause again, gaze averting to the side as you think about his comment

if you’re being completely honest, you don’t think everything is good between the two of you — the first reason why being the fact that you are still completely and utterly head over heels in love with him, and the second reason being that he’s in a relationship with someone else and you’re really not sure how much more of this you can take before you go insane

but this isn’t exactly something you can hash out over a crackly phone call, and you’re really not in the mood to potentially destroy two relationships at once

you really don’t know what you’re going to do about this emotional mess, but what you do know is that you’re going to have to take it day by day until you’re eventually ready to face it head on — and tonight, your only job is to smile, enjoy being young, and have lots of fun at what you’re sure is going to be an amazing party despite it being hosted by someone who hates your guts for no reason

“we’re- we’re good, kook.” you manage to push out, despite the words practically fighting their way out of your mouth, “you’re my best friend, too.”

“okay. so i’ll see you soon?”

“yea.” you look at yourself in the vanity mirror, wondering if the sadness in your eyes will make your costume that much more believable, “i’ll see you soon.”

»»————- 👻 ————-««

the six pack of lime seltzer water (you got the fancy kinds in glass bottles) clinks in their cardboard carrier as you walk on the sidewalk, blue heels clicking against the pavement as you follow the path leading up towards the house that-

“holy shit.” your jaw drops at the sheer size of this literal mansion — what looks to be an endless number of burgundy bricks separated by neat, thin layers of cement that are stacked on top of each other, two large, white columns that cast identical shadows on the curved sidewalk leading up to the large, black front door, and not to mention, the insane halloween decorations: huge spider webs stretched over the door and windows, fairy lights wrapped around the columns, a stack of pumpkins sitting by the front steps kardashian-style

you don’t like jimin but you have to hand it to him, he sure can throw a party

“s’cuse us, sorry!” a trio of girls dressed up as sluttier versions of the powerpuff girls brush past you, bubbles turning around to shoot you a grin, “love your costume, by the way!”

“oh, thank you!” your face immediately breaks into a wide grin, “you guys look great, too-“

the random compliment lifts your mood up slightly — you know you’re more than capable of making friends anywhere you go, so if jungkook is too busy mingling with the other couples, you know you’ll be fine

and hopefully jimin will be too busy playing host to give you any attitude tonight

you lift your dress up as you make your way up the steps, the corners of your mouth lifting in an excited smile when you see taehyung standing by the door greeting people and collecting their $10 by… having them tuck the bills into the waistband of his boxers

“magic mike?” you laugh, taehyung’s right eye dropping in a wink before thrusts his hips towards you

“you know it, baby-“ he coos, reaching over to pinch the fabric of your dress to pull you towards him, your cheeks flushing when you stumble into his chest, “be nice to me and i’ll give you a lil lap dance in one of the private rooms-“

“taehyung, i swear to god, do not let any of those bills fall into your boxers because i’m not touching anything that touched your penis-“ jimin pops up behind taehyung dressed in a veryaccurate joker costume, his usual blonde hair dyed completely green for the look

“hi, welcome to the party, $10 an admiss-“ the sweet smile immediately drops from his face when he realises it’s you, jimin leaning back slightly, “wow, corpse bride!” jimin nods, looking you up and down, “seems fitting.” he mutters under his breath, watching as taehyung tapes the neon orange bracelet around your wrist

“nice to see you too, jimin.” you raise an eyebrow, lifting the six pack up with your other hand, “i didn’t want to come empty-handed, so i brought some drinks!”

“you brought six drinks for a house party? six sparkly waters, too… interesting.” jimin scoffs lightly, plucking the carrier from you before offering you a saccharine sweet smile, “how thoughtful of you. drinks are in the kitchen - first two shots are free, and then it’s $15 a shot after that. cocktails are $5 each, mocktails are $3- you seem like a shirley temple girl anyway- and all of it can be paid through venmo. the bartender will answer any other questions you have. bathrooms are upstairs, and the results to the costume competition will be announced at the end of the night. there are fifteen winners, and the votes are made by everyone here, so you might have a shot at winning something here.” jimin steps aside, gesturing towards the party, “have fun!”

“thank you, jimin.” you smile politely, stepping into the house and immediately rolling your eyes as soon as you turn away from him

so you weren’t able to completely avoid his dickheadedness, but hopefully that’ll be your only interaction with him tonight considering he’s probably going to be busy playing businessman all night

$15 a shot is kind of insane, though

you keep your phone pressed flush to your chest as you manoeuvre your way through the packed floor, the neon lights flashing and disco ball glimmering from above making it damn near impossible to navigate this place without bumping into backs and stepping on toes

the DJ pumps his arm up into the air as he continues spinning his fingers against the discs, the crowd going wild as the song builds up to the chorus

you can already tell that most of the people here are drunk (you can smell it, too) and you know, if you can’t beat ‘em, why not join them?

you can find jungkook later, and alcohol is definitely going to make this night a little easier to handle

“hi!” you smack your hands down on the marble countertop when you finally make your way to the bar, the vampire bartender turning to glance at you over his shoulder before tossing a cloth over his shoulder, “i want- something. shots, a drink, anything-“ your voice is already straining from the way you’re basically screaming over the music but this seems to be the proper way to communicate at a party like this

“wait, y/n?” your eyes light up when you realise that it’s none other than namjoon in charge of the drinks (and you wonder if your friendship with him will mean he gives you more drinks without charging you for it) and you let out a gasp as you lean over the counter to grasp onto his wrist

“namjoon!” you grin, “oh my god, thank god, finally someone i know at this damn party. why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here??”

“why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be here?! i haven’t seen you at the library at all, otherwise i definitely would’ve talked to you about it- what can i get for you?”

“top-shelf tequila, baby. i saw the list of brands that jimin bought - i want the most expensive one.” you raise an eyebrow, namjoon laughing to himself before nodding

“alright, i gotcha- you need any chasers with that?”

“you got cranberry juice?”

“for you, i’ve got anything-“ namjoon smirks, holding a finger up to excuse himself

it’s five seconds later that you’re presented with not one, not two, but three shots of tequila, namjoon winking at you as he slides the cranberry juice chasers over to you as well

“you better take these before jimin realises i’ve given you a freebie- i’m about to take a break here, someone else is gonna come in a sec to replace me- you wanna dance?”

“um, of course i do!” you can’t help but squeal excitedly, “take one with me!” you push a shot glass towards him, namjoon shrugging before picking up the shot and downing it in less than two seconds

you take your second shot, eyes squinting as the burn of alcohol trickles down your throat

you immediately shudder, reaching for the cranberry juice and tossing it down the hatch

“oh, jesus-“ you hiss, shuddering against before sticking your tongue out in disgust, “god, that cranberry juice does not help whatsoever-!” you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before namjoon has his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, giggles bubbling out of your mouth as he drags you towards the crowded dance floor to join the rest of the drunken crowd

»»————- 👻 ————-««

okay, so maybe this party didn’t turn out to be as bad as you thought it was going to be!

“that- oh my god-!” you throw your head back in laughter when namjoon pulls out the worst dance moves you’ve ever seen, your eyes pinching shut as you clutch at your stomach

you’re not sure how much time has passed (to be fair, it’s gonna be hard to tell how much time has passed when you’re at a massive house party with flashing lights and nothing but the sound of speakers booming to guide you) but you know you’ve been having a lot more fun with namjoon than you’ve had with jungkook these last few weeks) ((in fact you’re having so much fun that you almost forgot you were supposed to be heartbroken that the love of your life is with someone else, but also, that could probably be the alcohol taking over))

you know at some point you’re going to have to go over and say hi to jungkook eventually because you don’t want him to think that you’re purposely ignoring him or something — after all, it’s not his fault that he likes ji-eun and it’s not something you can pin on him and grill him for — but for now, you’re going to dance a little more, sing a little more, and-

“i gotta pee!” you gasp all of a sudden, realising that you haven’t peed once since coming here and there’s a lot of tequila sloshing around in your system

“what?” namjoon furrows his brows, reaching up to tap against his ear, “too loud, can’t hear you!”

“i gotta go pee!” you repeat yourself, pointing towards the staircase leading upstairs, “’m gonna go pee n then ‘m gonna come right back-“

“oh, pee?” namjoon nods, finally catching your words before stepping aside a little, “okay, i’ll be right here!”

»»————- 👻 ————-««

the silence of the bathroom is more than welcome as soon as you step in and flick the lights on, not at all surprised to see a pair of elegant looking wall sconces lighting up the space

you squint your eyes as you lean into the mirror, double checking that your makeup is still somewhat intact and you don’t look insane

“hm. not bad.” you mutter to yourself, turning your head from side to side before nodding, reaching down to pull the endless amounts of tulle up so you can hopefully not piss all over yourself in your tipsy state

…

you set the lid down as the toilet flushes, turning the tap on and rinsing your hands underneath the cool water

“oh, damn-“ you wince when you realise you’re washing some of the blue body paint away and you quickly turn the tap off, shaking the water off your hands before reaching for a neatly folded cotton towelette of course, because regular paper towels aren’t fancy enough for a park jimin party

you give yourself one last glance in the mirror (you could use a little more lipstick but it’s dark down there so no one’s going to be able to tell anyway) before flicking the lights off

“oops! i’m sorry-“ you apologise instinctively when you open the door and stumble right into someone, taking a few steps back before looking up to see that it’s jimin, “oh, hey…” you clear your throat quietly, standing up a little straighter before offering him a meek smile

you always feel like you’re in trouble when you’re around jimin and it’s the worst feeling in the world

like he’s the principal and you just got caught cheating on a test and he’s about to call home to tell your parents as punishment

or he’s an officer and he’s about to test you with the breathalyser and you know you’re going to fail because you definitely can’t walk in a straight line right now

“why am i not surprised that you clearly don’t know how to handle alcohol?” jimin snorts, holding his hands out in case you fall over, “you better not throw up all over me, this suit is custom made-“

“i wasn’t throwing up in the bathroom, i just went in there to pee-“ you roll your eyes, placing both hands on your hips before shaking your head, “you are ridiculous, you know that? even if i was throwing up in your stupid fancy toilets, the normal thing to do would be to ask if me i was okay and if i needed some water! you- you are just so self-centred and just-“

“yeah, uh-huh-“ jimin reaches up to pat the side of your face with a smile, “by the way, if you were looking for jungkook, he’s at the VIP booth with ji-eun and the rest of us.”

“oh, perfect!” you nod, thankful for the information, “i’ll pop over and say hi in a bit, i think it’d be good to sit down too because my heels are kind of killing me and i wouldn’t be surprised if i had, like, a million blisters right now-“

“woah, i never said you were allowed to be in the booth with us.” jimin scoffs, pressing a hand against your shoulder to keep you from moving, “silly girl.”

your lips part slightly as you look at him, and for a moment the only thing that can be heard is the faint boom and bass of the music playing from downstairs

“are you… serious?” you ask, unsure if jimin’s joking with you or not

the bored expression on his face tells you that he is indeed, super serious

all of this just feels so incredibly cliquey and immature and stupid and you know that you’re supposed to be the bigger person because jimin clearly won’t be and you like to think that you’re ten times more emotionally mature than him but he’s making it harder and harder for you to not want to shred up his nice suit with a pair of scissors and cuss him out in front of everyone

“i’m dead serious. i’m just telling you this so that you don’t embarrass yourself when your drunk ass stumbles over and tries to join us.” jimin says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world, “enjoy the rest of the party, sweetheart.” he brushes past you to head into the washroom and-

“you’re a fucking dickhead, you know that?” you snap, jimin stopping in his tracks before turning his head slightly so you can just make out the side of his face, “i think i’ve been nothing but nice to you ever since i met you, and to be honest, i can’t even think of one reason why you are constantly so fucking rude and overall just unpleasant to me. i don’t say anything when you purposely cut me out of the conversation, i don’t nag when you ignore my questions and comments but respond to everyone else’s, and most importantly, i’ve never called you out for being a jackass when i think i’ve had every chance and opportunity to. if you have a problem with me, then just say so so that we can hash this stupid weird rivalry out and just get along. your best friend and my best friend are in a relationship, and i think it’s in everyone’s best interest that we at least try to get along-“

“oh, shut the fuck up, y/n.” jimin scoffs, turning around to face you, “you know, you always act like you’re better than everyone else, that’s why i don’t like you.”

you feel your shoulders stiffen at the comment before you shrug, crossing your arms over your chest, “well, i’m sorry if i’ve given you that impression but that’s not my intention, i don’t think i’m better than you, i don’t think i’m better than everyone else, and i can’t control how you feel about me but-“

“oh my god, even when you’re confronting me about being a dickhead to you you’re still being a sensible goddamn person, it’s like you’re purposely trying to piss me off-“

“okay, well, i’m not going to apologise to you for literally being myself because there’s nothing i can do about it. this is a you problem, not a me problem, so if you insist on being such an unreasonable drama queen for however long we’re going to have to spend time together, then i think the solution here is just for you to ignore me — which, you’re already doing a stellar job of, congratulations — and in return, i’ll happily ignore you.”

“i hate when people aren’t themselves. i pick up on that shit right away, and i gotta tell you, y/n, you might be the fakest person of them all.”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

“i think we both know you’re hiding something from all of us. i think you’re hiding something from yourself, too. i think you’re lying to yourself.”

there’s a pregnant pause in the conversation and for a second you want to ask him what exactly he’s implying here, but…

“alright, jimin, well-“ you turn around to head towards the stairs, “you’re fuckin’ being weird, and i’m just trying to have a good time, so i’m just gonna go back down-“

“yeah, have a wonderful rest of your evening, corpse bride-“

you resist the very strong urge to whip around and literally just strangle the man, but you remind yourself that before you had this little interaction you were actually having a very good time

“y/n!” jungkook stands at the bottom of the staircase as you make your way down, being careful not to trip over your heels, “hi!”

“jungkook! oh, there you are- i was wondering where you were-“ you loop an arm with his as you drag him through the hoards of people and towards the bar (you really need a drink and it looks like namjoon is back on the clock)

“there you are!” he laughs lightly, reaching over to tap your hand gently, “i’ve been texting you all night trying to figure out where you were but- is your phone on do not disturb or something?“

“no, it’s not! i’m sorry, i should’ve checked my phone-“ you smile sheepishly, “i’ve been dancing with namjoon this whole time but- where are you guys sitting?”

“i don’t know, some area that jimin squared off for us and a few others- ji-eun’s been asking about you, she wanted to say hi-“

“oh! oh my god, yeah, i should probably go say hi to ji-eun-“ you gesture for namjoon to get you some water and he nods, grabbing a cup and filling it up for you, :your ken costume turned out great, by the way-“ you laugh, patting jungkook’s bare chest, “it’s, uh- it’s really giving horses and the patriarchy.”

“thank you, thank you- and your costume turned out so cool too, we should watch corpse bride again when we eventually have another movie night-“

“sure! sure, for sure.” you clear your throat quietly, a moment of awkward silence settling in between the two of you

your friendship feels so… different now

like there’s this unspoken air of something in between you and jungkook like an invisible brick wall

and maybe it’s the liquid courage currently sloshing around in your body and the leftover exhilaration from finally calling jimin out on his bullshit, but now you have the urge to talk to jungkook about the weird tension

“hey, kook, listen-“ you reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you but i’ve definitely been putting off for a while…”

all of a sudden, a drum roll begins to boom from the speakers, the spotlights darting around the crowd before shining towards the main stage at the front of the room, whoops and cheers bouncing off the walls as jimin waltzes his way towards the microphone, a cocky smirk on his face as he raises his hand to get people to quiet down

“oh, shit, the costume competition results!!” jungkook nudges your side as the two of you turn to face the front, “we can talk about it later, i wanna see who won what- i voted myself for best ken costume, so-“

you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and you nod, thankful for the interruption

maybe it’s a good thing you were interrupted

telling him in the middle of a party probably wasn’t the best idea, anyway

»»————- 👻 ————-««

once again, you really have to hand in to jimin

the man truly knows how to throw a party, because it seems like just about everyone is having the time of their lives — and this costume competition just made things so much more fun

there are definitely a lot of good costumes here tonight and jimin decided to change it up with twenty-five different categories to go through so he’s kind of speed running through the names

most scary costume, most realistic costume, most well-made costume: he’s got a lot of categories to get through

you keep a content smile on your face as the costume contest continues to go on, enjoying jimin’s commentary to the point that you nearly forget that the two of you hate each other and he totally just disrespected you like he’s never disrespected you before twenty minutes ago

“i wonder how that guy made it look like his head was floating… that shit was so cool.” jungkook claps his hands along with the crowd and you nod enthusiastically

“i know, right?! i’m sure he probably took it off tiktok or something - we can definitely look it up after the party and maybe we can try to recreate-“ you stop yourself mid-sentence, suddenly remembering that you guys haven’t exactly been the closest as of late so it feels weird to be offering to do something together, “um-“ you clear your throat, offering a half-hearted shrug, “yeah, we can, like, look it up later or something. maybe you and ji-eun can figure it out and let me know.”

“yeah! or- you know, you and me-“ jungkook licks over his chapped lips, “like- you know, like- old times or whatever-“

“yeah, yeah- maybe! maybe-“

“now, before i announce this special category, i have something to read because-“ jimin sucks in a breath through his teeth before cocking his head to the side, “well, let’s just say it’s some context for the best simp costume of the night.”

you can’t help but frown at the strange category — out of all the halloween costume competitions you’ve been to, “best simp” has certainly never been one that you’ve seen before

“just wanna remind everyone that this is just a costume competition, everything is based off the costume you’re wearing.” jimin adds, taking a slip of paper out of his back pocket before unfolding it with nimble fingers, “so, uh- you know. don’t take anything seriously, you know? just gotta loosen up and have fun.”

your brows dip slightly at the weird disclaimer

…

something about this doesn’t feel right.

“dear j, this is something that i’ve wanted to tell you for a while but have never had the courage to until now. throughout our entire friendship, you’ve been so kind and loyal and honest with me, and i think that you deserve the same, so this is me being honest with you.” jimin speaks into the microphone, reading the words off the slip of paper with a tone of amusement laced in his powder-soft voice, “to be honest, i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, and i’ve tried so many times to push those feelings down but it’s clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon…” he recites, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth as he puts the piece of paper down, “any thoughts on who the winner could be? or should i keep going?”

your eyelids flutter slightly at the weird change in mood of the lines and a strange feeling of familiarity of those words

“me at that one hot english professor.” a voice pipes out from the crowd and that gets a round of laughter

you laugh along politely, but you can’t help but feel as though something is off

something is off

something is very, very off

“i cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want to do is to make things weird, so… you don’t have to worry about my feelings, you know?”

oh my god.

you feel the blood immediately drain from your face when you finally realize why these lines are so familiar — it’s because they’re from the note you wrote for jungkook when you were going to tell him you liked him.

your brain begins to work overtime to figure out how the hell jimin got his hands on that note and why the hell he’d think it’d be okay to read it aloud to this massive group of people and what the hell he’s even doing right now

“what i’m trying to say is that i like you, j. i like you so much that i don’t know where to even put my feelings, and i’m sick of holding my feelings back and pretending that i’m fine with being just your friend.”

you know that jimin’s never really been a fan of you, but even this seems like too much of a dickhead move even for him

you pluck at the cuff of your sleeve anxiously, tracing your steps all the way back to the day you were going to tell jungkook about your feelings for him and the note that you’d accidentally given him that you were hoping was rotting away somewhere in a dump yard but clearly isn’t

jungkook said he’d given ji-eun the note to spit her gum out into

but what if she uncrumpled the paper and saw the note?

and what if jimin was there when she uncrumpled the note?

and then they read it together and ji-eun mentioned that you were reciting this aloud in the bathroom and-

your heart starts to race in your chest and you feel the hairs prickle on your arms as anxiety begins to bubble in your stomach, and you know that no one’s looking at you but you feel like everyone’s looking at you

you feel sick

you feel like you’re going to throw up and explode at the same time

“how could you like someone for a year and not tell ‘em?” jungkook snorts, nudging you with his elbow, “who do you think the poor sucker is who said that?”

“beats me.” you breathe out, feeling yourself shrink slightly when you notice jimin starting to scan the audience, clearly laser-focused on finding you, “i have to- um, i think i need some fresh air, it’s a little warm in here-“

“oh- okay-“ jungkook doesn’t get the chance to say much else before you’re turning around, pushing yourself through the crowd of people and trying your best to stay calm

just breathe

in and out

in and out in and out in and out oh my god HURRY UP MOVE MOVE MOVE-

you’re sure that no one will notice if you slink out through the back

and you can always text namjoon later and say that it was great spending time with him but you had a personal emergency and needed to leave the party earlier

and if jimin decides to expose you, at least you’ll be gone and out of this house and nowhere near any of these people and you don’t have to look at their stupid sympathetic faces and you don’t have to deal with-

“and the best simp of the night goes to our lovely corpse bride.”

you freeze when the spotlight lands on you, your heart going a hundred miles a minute as it starts to beat harder and faster in your chest

you only manage to turn your head weakly to glance over your right shoulder, catching jimin in your peripheral view before you’re slowly twisting around to face him, feet glued to the ground

“why don’t you come up here and accept your sash, corpse bride?” jimin smirks, plucking the satin sash from (a shocked looking) taehyung’s arms before raising it up in the air slightly, “congratulations on winning, you get two free drinks from the bar. one for you and one for… well, probably also you. get on up here and claim your coupons!”

you feel your face burning bright red in humiliation and you’re unable to tear your eyes away from jimin, your hands clenched into tight fists at your sides

this is a nightmare

this is actually a nightmare

this is traumatising in so many ways

the music seems to quiet down, a loud silence washing over the room as people look at you with expressions of confusion on their faces, everyone clearly a little thrown off at the weird category

eyes, there are just a million pairs of eyes on you and you feel like you can’t move or breathe or even do anything but stand still in shock

it’s only then that you notice the calculating look on jungkook’s face, his eyelids fluttering slightly before his eyes widen and his head snaps up and over to look at you

his lips part slightly as his eyes dart over the features of your face and you feel your entire body flushing in humiliation and shame, forcing your eyes away from your friend and back to the dickhead on the stage

“you are really something else, park jimin.” you manage to mutter out before turning on your heel and pushing your way through the crowd, people stepping aside to let you out

“aw, where are you going? you had a great costume, that’s all we were trying to say!” jimin laughs, actually laughs into the microphone before shrugging, tossing the sash over his shoulder before moving on, “alright, well, more drinks for me, i guess. the next category is best couple’s costume-“

“y/n- y/n, wait!” jungkook’s voice is the one thing you hear among the music and bustle of the crowd but he’s the last person you want to talk to right now so you pick up your pace upon spotting the front door

tears blur your vision as you finally burst out into the open air, your chin trembling as you try your best to keep your composure and not completely burst into tears

“oh my god, oh my fucking god-“ you whimper, sucking in large breaths of air

run, run, run, the only instinct you have is to run, and you reach down to yank both heels off before taking off into a sprint, the grass slightly damp beneath your bare feet

it feels very cliché to be running out of a mansion in a big poofy dress, but you can’t even take the moment to laugh at yourself because the only thing you can focus on is the fact that everything has changed completely and you’re forced to face reality a lot sooner than you would’ve liked

“y/n, come on!” you turn to glance over your shoulder to see jungkook hot on your trail, “you can’t just run away from a discussion you don’t want to have, we need to talk because we both know that things have been off since i started dating ji-eun and now-“

“okay, well, now you know, then!” your chest heaves as you come to a stop to catch your breath (you have no idea why you thought running would be a good idea, you get winded after thirty seconds on the treadmill), spinning around to face your friend who skids to a stop, tripping over his feet a little before standing up straight, “the secret’s out, jungkook. we finally solved the puzzle. i love you. i’ve loved you for so long that i don’t even remember when i started feeling this way, but all i know is i love you. you’re the first person i think of when i wake up and you’re the last person i think about before i fall asleep. i would literally drop everything i was doing if you needed me, and you’re the only person i want to spend my free time with.” all the words that you’ve been holding in for the last who knows how long finally spill out, your mouth running uncontrollably, “i love you so much that i helped you set up your date with ji-eun, i love you so much that i’m willing to run in the rain just to get you a teddy bear and a bouquet that’s not even going to me, jungkook, i-“ you blubber, reaching up to wipe at your eyes, “i don’t know what to do. there is no one else in the world i’d rather be with than you, jungkook, and i- to be honest, maybe it’s a good thing that jimin did what he did because you do deserve to know the truth and you do deserve to know how i really feel about you. if this didn’t happen i think i’d just keep it to myself for the rest of my life, but you deserve to know this. i love you, jungkook. i love you and i don’t know if i can keep being friends with you if you’re dating someone else because it’s actually killing me on the inside-“

“i love you, y/n,” jungkook breathes out, and you feel yourself letting out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding

relief

for the first time in a long time, you feel relieved, like a massive weight’s just been lifted off your shoulders

you feel your heart soar in your chest, and suddenly it’s like all the humiliation and shame has completely washed away, and suddenly you have the feeling to run back into the house to thank jimin for doing this because you know you wouldn’t have said anything if it weren’t for this slightly traumatising experience

“i love you, i do, but… not in that way.” his shoulders droop slightly and you feel your heart beginning to crackle like a delicate glass sculpture, each splinter creating more damage than the last, “i love you like you’re the first person i call when i get good news because i know you’ll be proud of me, or when i get bad news because i know you’ll be there to comfort me. i love you, like i envision you standing next to me at my wedding fixing my tie or calming me down when whoever i end up marrying is walking down the aisle. i love you like you’ll be fun auntie y/n who spoils my kids with shopping sprees at the mall and who allows them an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner. i love you because you make me a better person, i love you because you encourage me to be the best version of myself i can possibly be. i love you because you remind me to be smart and kind and humble and honest and i trust you to be the one to put me in my place if i ever need it but i-“

“stop.” you feel nauseated hearing all of these words coming out of his mouth, telling you that he loves you because and he loves you because but not just i love you too. “just stop, jungkook.” you know that you can’t control someone else’s feelings but you can control your own reactions, and if jungkook would’ve kept rattling on you don’t know what you would’ve said but you know you probably would’ve lashed out at him

and it’s good that you finally got your answer, right? he loves you, but not in that way — not in the way that you love him

“y/n, please-“ jungkook whispers, reaching out for you, his eyebrows scrunching together when you take a small step back, wrapping your arms around yourself, “please, i can’t lose you as a friend, you mean so much to me-“

“i need some time.” you manage to force out, the sickening feeling of humiliation and shame and embarrassment and disappointment and frustration and anger swirling around in your stomach, “i just need some time.”

“how much time?”

“you should probably go back to the party.” you clear your throat quietly, offering your friend a weak smile, “i heard you and ji-eun were up for best couple’s costume. not saying that jimin rigged the system or anything, but-“

“y/n, how much time?” jungkook’s looking at you with sad puppy-dog eyes, and though it breaks your heart to see him like that, you need to put yourself first for once

every instinct inside of you screams to console jungkook, to reassure him and let him now that you’ll still be around but you just need some space from him and the whole situation

your eyes begin to water again as you press your lips together, shaking your head quietly, “i’m gonna go see if i can catch the bus home.”

»»————- 👻 ————-««

(- “the FUCK is wrong with you, huh?!” jungkook barks, slamming jimin up against the wall before grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt, “you sadistic fuck, who in their right mind would ever fucking do that to another human being?!”

“i’m the sadistic one?” jimin laughs, reaching up to wrap his fingers around jungkook’s wrists, “are you fucking serious? you’re the one whose been dangling yourself in front of y/n like a damn carrot to a starved rabbit-“

“what are you talking about?”

“you can’t stand here and honestly say that you didn’t have an inkling that y/n liked you more than a friend. i’ve seen the way you talk to her, i’ve seen the way you look at her, i’ve seen the way you are around her- you think i’m the evil one? at least i don’t take advantage of my friends who are CLEARLY head over heels in love with me and would obviously do anything i wanted them to do and ask them to help me set up a date that i’m taking someone else out on-“

“get a fucking life and mind your own damn business for once, you motherf-“)

🎙️ console y/n or call out jimin because what the hell was that?! (talk to my characters!)

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!)

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)

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frogchiro · 8 months

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okay wait why am i now just hearing about butcher/slasher ghost, and why am i foaming at the mouth!!!???! like ripping apart pillows, tearing down walls, doing flips—RAHHH i am officially OBSESSED!!

i read it and thought of texas chainsaw massacre, but it’s the 2006 one so like simon is an absolute menace but he sees a pretty lady who’s new to town and his cold killer heart just can’t help but swoon :((( and she’s so polite, nervous, and timid because it’s so different in this town and simon with his cursed blessed keen sense of smell

OH MY GOD BUT SLASHER GRAVES IN A SMALL TOWN DOWN IN TEXAS!!!?

so sorry if this is a lot!! 😣 i’m just a little obsessed 🤭🤭 either way, have an amazing day!! stay hydrated and make sure to eat 🩷🩷

HOW THE FUCK DID I NEVER THINK OF SLASHER GRAVES

My dear, I know that you probably expected Butcher!Ghost but I'm highjacking this ask now and writing slasher Graves because oh my god-

The setting I imagine to be in a small southern town in Texas, and I imagine it to be like one of those creepy, small southern gothic towns with the old abandoned churches, houses and old beaten up signs that say "His return is near" or "God is watching you", you get the idea.

And there we have Philip Graves who owns a big ranch passed down for generations in his family, and by big I mean HUGE. Enormous pastures, corn fields, cows, horses, pigs and all that which means he and his name is quite well know in the area which admittedly makes his...hobby a lot easier than you'd think. Graves has friends in high places and he's buddy buddy with the town's sheriff, basically the golden child of the town which means that both the police and the sheriff will turn a blind eye to the "sudden disappearances" of people, be it locals or newcomers to town.

But the thing is that Philip Graves is bored. Bored out of his mind and nothing seems to excite him anymore, not even the desperate hysterical screams of his victims do the thing anymore. Sure he definitely has the money, the looks that refined well with age, he's respected and liked in the community but the truth is-he doesn't give a shit about it.

I imagine that Slasher!Graves is an incredibly arrogant man, and while he may put on a pleasant facade, his accent a thick and purring drawl and his southern charm do the trick he's a whimsical and capricious prick who gets easily bored and when he does...Well let's just say that it doesn't end pretty.

So imagine how surprised he was when he was in town once in his pickup truck, cowboy hat low on his brow as he watched the cars go by when suddenly his eyes were caught by a bus, one of those that travel for very long distances and the only person who got out was you. To say that Philip's interest was piqued would be an understatement; what's a pretty soft little thing like you doing in this bumfuck nowhere in Texas?

A pretty young lady, seemingly around 20, who looked like a lost little lamb, but just what were you doing here? Everything about you screamed that you're obviously not from here and while he could see even from a distance that you tried to act confident, his sharp blue eyes saw right through that act-you were scared shitless and more than lost. Were you here to visit someone? Or maybe...you are running from something? Whatever the case was, you definitely caught his attention in more than one way.

You just looked...so soft, so pretty, lovely he'd even say and I'm sorry but this Graves that we're talking about would definitely be a little misogynistic :(( He's old fashioned, maybe it comes with his age or maybe due to how his pa raised him but the further he observed you the more he he couldn't help but think about how such a pretty young lady like yourself should be married off already to a nice gentleman, getting provided for like you deserve and in return takin' care of your husband too; bringing him beer, cookin' and popping out a kid or two :((

His train of thoughts got interrupted only by a loud booming voice calling out his name cheerfully and when he turned around annoyed to see who was interrupting him, it turned out to be old Michael, an old friend of his pa. He greeted him politely but when he turned around to watch you a little more it turned out that you already wandered off, sneaky girl.

Philip cursed under his breath but on the other hand he decided to just ask the sheriff about you since he knows that the man has access to all the information about any newcomers to town. It looks like his bored streak came to an end <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #this is literally godsend #slasher!Graves #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #philip graves

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trashmouth-richie · 6 months

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CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE DOSED

HEATED

≛ modern!eddie x female reader x modern! steve

≛ summary: a week after being stranded on the side of the road with eddie and steve, you finally figure out what you’re going to do. Can the boys agree to what you have planned?

≛ THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE FIC

≛ chapter warnings: MODERN AU, 18+ only I can’t be anymore clear about that, fuckgirl! reader vibes, Steve’s kind of a dickhead, oral m & f receiving and giving, mentions of birth control, reader gets eaten out by a girl, drug use, mention of alcohol, modern themes including texting, snapchat, iced coffee, crumbl cookie lmao etc, no y/n used, readers nickname is taff or taffy (bruh I hate using y/n catch me using any dumb nickname) Eddie picks reader up in a hug, real simpy Eddie behavior.

“I just don’t know Robin,” you explain, pulling literally at your hair from the root, “what should I do?”

Ever since that day in the back of Wayne’s truck, you hadn’t had a single night of peace. Both Eddie and Steve were blowing up your phone. Begging for your attention. It was flattering at first. Two of Hawkins hottest at your beck and call. Each vying for your undivided, not knowing that they were competing for it.

“Quit squirming,” Robin says in a huff between your legs, her mouth blossomed red and slick with spit, “I’ve been down here for thirty minutes and you aren’t any closer to coming than when I started.”

Her apartment was hot and sticky, the oscillating fan on its last leg, and you were both stripped down to nothing to keep cool on your planned girls day in. A day to forget about the boys stressing you out and for Robin to get away from her annoying ex. And just like how it usually happened with her, you ended up snorting lines and making eachother buzz with orgasms.

“Ugh, sorry,” you say annoyed, leaning up on your elbows to see her pretty face, “I just can’t relax.”

“Tell me about it,” she says around your puffy clit, the tip of her tongue flicking it like a snake.

You had made the boys swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell a soul about what had happened. But you didn’t promise anything.

And the moment you had gotten home, you sent a text to Robin explaining every single detail, down to girth and length.

“I think, you should date them both, try em out, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, now please shut up, you’re taking forever and I’m bored.”

The next morning you woke with a smile on your lips. Any turmoil left in your mind on your decision had gone with Robin’s idea.

The alarm clock on your bedside table illuminated 9:15AM and before even slipping your toes into some slippers, you sent two text messages to two recipients.

The normal routine of your morning commenced without fail, washing your face, scrubbing your body in the shower, putting on light makeup before making a pot of coffee.

Eddie arrived first, his motorcycle echoed loud off the parking lot as he backed it into a spot against the sidewalk. His dark curls were honeyed by the sun, a bag of Chinese takeout in one arm and a dozen roses in another. The prettiest dimples displayed on his stupid gorgeous face.

“Hey beautiful,” he smirked, wrapping you in a hug and kissing your cheek. He smelled like muted cigarettes and bourbon cologne. The creak of his leather jacket echoed in your ears as he lifted you off the ground into a bone crushing hug, making you squeal.

“Sleep well?”

Before you could answer his smile had faded into a scowl when the door swung open and Steve stood at the threshold. Wielding a pink box of gourmet cookies and two iced coffees, his wire framed Ray Bans pushed into his hair.

“Munson,” he greeted, nodding to his friend in that jock head jerk. Stepping around him, Steve sets the coffees on the counter and gathers you into a hug, kissing your neck and whispering that he had missed you.

His golden retriever vibe of tanned skin and forest colored eyes bore through you when he licked his lips.

You pull away and smile at them. They both look so good but in completely different ways.

Eddie’s tattoos were peeking out from under the tight white shirt he was wearing, as was a silver chain necklace.

You were practically drooling to get your lips on his skin again.

Steve was in light colored shorts and a casual button up, exposing the dusting of chest hair that your fingers ached to be wrapped in. If you had your way you’d take them both right here right now but that’s not what today was about.

“Why are we both here, baby?” Eddie asks, setting the bouquet and the Chinese food on the counter, pushing away the pink box of treats from his competitor.

“It’s obvious.” Steve says with a smirk pulling on his lips, “she’s gonna let you down easy and go out with me.”

“Always so cocky,” you tsk, trying not to look at the way his shorts are cinched at the zipper.

You look between them, big doe whiskey colored eyes stare at you in longing, while the mossy floor ones squinted with a smirk.

“We need to talk, and rather me having this conversation twice- I figured we are grown ass adults and can talk about what happened.”

Eddie nods and crosses his arms, leaning forward to not miss anything you were about to say. Meanwhile Steve leaned a hip into the wall, checking his phone.

“Before I stroke your egos, you both know you’re hot, so I’m not going to tell you how fucking great that day was.”

“fuck yeah it was,” Steve chimed in, adjusting his length in his shorts.

Eddie blushed a pretty salmon and shot you a wink.

“But— I’m not choosing between the two of you, I can’t, ask Robin, I about gave her a brain aneurysm yesterday trying to figure it out.”

You were the one on the verge of an aneurysm when you came allover her lips but that’s another story.

“So, we’re gonna do this with no strings, no feelings, just friends hooking up and playing around. Cool?”

Eddie’s eyes fall to the tops of his boots.

“So let me get this straight,” Steve gaped, eyebrows pulled in, “you’re going to go out with the two of us... at the same time?”

“Yeah, kinda what you do with every hussy in town Harrington.”

Steve’s gears are grinding but Eddie hasn’t said a word.

“What the fuck Taff?” Steve huffs in annoyance.

you banter back talking to him like he’s a child, “what’s the matter Harrington, don’t like sharing?”

“Rich boys are used to having their way.” Eddie gloats.

“Oh fuck off,” he pours, “what about sex? Or is this like a PG thing, eating pizza at Chucke fuckin’ Cheese?”

You cross your arms, and lick your lips, “oh we’ll be fucking, but not until you’re clean, both of you.”

Eddie’s eyes finally perk up, he hasn’t been with anyone since last year and he was checked three months ago.

“Oh come on!” Steve whines, “MaKenna is a virgin, and Blair and Nicole have only blown Tommy since being with me— no need to fuck anyone else catch my drift?”

“Sorry Harrington, I’m not risking catching anything and giving it to Eddie because you fundipped your way across campus. Show me you’re clean and it’s game on.”

He pouts, “Jesus Christ… I’ll even wear a condom, c’mon.. I swear I’m clean.”

“What the fuck is this 1990? I have an IUD, just get clean and we can do whatever you want.”

Eddie feels like he has the upper hand for the first time since arriving at your apartment, “W-when does this start, sweetheart?”

“Right now,” you shrug, “ I know you had to take off work today so I’m yours, see ya tomorrow Stevie.”

“Such bullshit.”

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll take care of her while you’re off swabbing your pee hole,” Eddie says with a wave to his friend, cockiness in his stance.

“Be nice, boys.”

You don’t expect what happens next but Steve grabbed your wrist and twisted you into him, kissing you square on the mouth just as firm as he did in the bed of Wayne’s truck. Rough and giving no grace he leaves you spinning even after he’s left.

“Text me if you get bored with this one,” he says, licking his bottom lip to get one more taste of you as he walks through the door, “bye.”

You cross the kitchen to the counter, lips still buzzing from Steve’s kiss. You pull out two forks from the proper drawer and rip some paper towels from the roll.

Pulling out the white cardboard containers of Chinese food from the plastic sack, you plate them with shaky fingers. The fork in your hand slipping every once in a while and clanging loudly into the ceramic plate.

“Hungry?” you ask over your shoulder.

“Starving actually,” Eddie says, “but there’s something I wanna do first.”

You tear open a foil packet of soy sauce between your teeth and squeeze it all over the fried rice, “yeah, and what’s that?”

Not noticing how close he was to you, his hands rest hotly on either of your hips, fingernails grazing the cotton of your shorts.

In a quick spin, you’re suddenly facing him, fork in one hand, soy sauce packet in the other. His eyes are impossibly dark, and a twist of a smirk lays on his pretty lips.

“I wanna kiss you.”

His lips ghost over yours and your tongue reaches for his lips but is met by nothing.

His breath fans across your lips, the sweetest of pouts escapes you, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat, swallowing your annoyance, “not here.”

His fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, cold steel of his rings icing into your skin, dipping into it with a tentative touch.

The zipper of his leather jacket bites into your palms as you pull him closer into you, and just like that day on the side of the road, it felt easy with Eddie.

You share the same bated breath as his fingers plunge deeper and push your underwear out of the way. Between your slick folds he teases at your clit with his middle finger, swallowing the pretty noise you emit.

“Wanna kiss you here,” he said with a thick fingered flick against your clit making you moan through your teeth but lips, “need to taste you, again.”

You moan his name and he helps you wiggle out of your shorts in a hurry. Feeling like you’re possessed at the sight of him dropping to his knees on the cold linoleum of your kitchen floor, like a sinner praying for mercy in a cathedral—you’re practically begging for his tongue where you need it most.

Two weeks ago you and Eddie were just friends, and now he’s pulling the prettiest noises from you that would make the angels sick with worry,

His lips kiss your thighs feverishly in his travels. Dark curls tickling against the spit from his sloppy mouth. Every sensation in your body was screaming, and you cursed out loud when he hooked your leg over his shoulder like a guitar strap.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he pushed this tongue into your slick, flicking against the hood of your clit, “so fuckin pretty baby, been seeing her in my dream for a week.”

Nerves wrecked already you’re practically a puddle at his simping words, trying like hell to balance on one foot and carving your nails into the underside of the counter. But Eddie’s face could have held you up alone.

He’s buried in your pussy. The happiest of graves. Nose, mouth chin- gone. All you can see of him down the plain of your own body are his curls. But you can feel him everywhere.

Devil's tongue stuffed between your legs, thrashing and lapping up like a mad man starved. His groans vibrate around you and your legs quake. His fingers are pushed deep in the well of your velvet walls, another circling your ass and putting the tiniest bit of pressure there making you cry out.

His name falls from your lips like a chant, faster and faster until your orgasm peaks and blinds you, your body losing all control from his tongue, your knuckles go white when you grab his hair, holding him right where you need him.

“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit once more before he adjusts your panties back into place. Your fingers ache from the grip you had on the counter and in his locks.

Kissing the delicate fabric around the apex of your thighs, he whispers softly, “I could do that everyday.”

He helps you step back into your shorts, that glorious tongue poking out in concentration, and he looks up at you with a shy smile, standing and holding your hands.

“With a tongue like that, I might let you.”

“Don’t tease me Taffy, I’m still hard.”

And now it was your turn to be needy. You pull the lapels of his leather jacket into you and you kiss his slick coated lips, he tastes like you and the salty soy sauce that was still on your lip.

Kissing Eddie was different than Steve, he painted your mouth the same way he lapped at your folds. If you never caught your breath— that would be fine with you. Your head spun around his web and you were tangled in it.

His hands wrap around your back and one holds your face. It was deeply passionate, and your heart was bursting, your lips move to his neck and you suck and bite a mark into him, and he whimpers when your kisses go small.

“This is gonna get cold Eddie,” you say against the column of his throat.

“Let it, I’ll buy more.”

You grin into his skin and he laughs when you tickle his sides, “c’mon,” you urge.

And Eddie gets in one last kiss before breaking away, pulling your lip down with his thumb, and you shudder at the way he looks at you as if you’re the only girl on the planet, “if you say so.”

The Chinese needed to be s microwaved but it was still good., The hunan pork was tender and juicy, and the lo mein noodles were to die for. You and Eddie sat side by side on the barstools and talked like you always had. He had a gig this weekend and when he asked if you were coming you said of course you were, a quirk to your brow.

“Alright,” he said, putting alot of effort and concentration into twirling a noodle with his fork, “just wasn’t sure.”

You leaned forward and kissed sauce from the corner of his mouth, and your core ached and pulsed at the sight of his boyish grin and blushing cheeks.

“Wouldn’t miss it, even if it is Steve’s night.”

He accepted a bite from your fork of fried rice, and almost melted when you held pinched fingers up to his mouth of a ripped piece of crab rangoon.

“We’re still cool, right?” he asks after crushing the bite between his teeth, his eyes watching you put your fingers in your mouth and nodding.

“So c-can I ask you something as a friend?”

His brows are pinched in a furrow and you know he’s uneasy about something.

You slurp a noodle into your mouth and talk with a mouthful, a hand in front of your face, “spit it out, Munson.”

His fork clanks on the plate as he sets it down and gives the plate away. He runs a hand through his hair, and leans on his elbows and picks at his rings.

“So, why— I mean, why the both of us. You and Harrington can’t even stand each other.”

He was right, before last week you and Steve could barely be in the same room together, and now you were agreeing to fuck with no strings attached.

“It’s physical with Steve, like pure animalistic instinct. There’s no thoughts, and I think us hating each other just makes it that much better.”

Eddie’s weight shifts on the stool and his eyes never leave his rings, spinning them in a nervous habit.

“So you don’t like him like that?”

And the truth of his question falls through but you refuse to answer it, you have your own questions to ask, you toss the paper napkin onto your plate and mimic his actions, pushing it ahead on the counter.

“Eddie.. are you jealous?”

You leaned into him, the pads of your fingers daintily walking up his thigh, your eyes blink slow in a lazy seduction and fuck he’s practically putty in your hands.

He licks his lips feverishly, suddenly hot around the collar and his heart hammered a rhythm loud enough to make a tune out of it.

“N-no,” pppft he stammers, “I’m not jealous,” he tries his best not to catch your eye but once he does those hersheys bars give him away and a bubble gum blush tickles his cheeks. He clears his throat with an ahem, and raps his knuckles on the counter.

You stand and wiggle between his legs, pressing one hand further into his crotch and the other on his chest, toying with his necklace, your finger skating the pick left and right the chain making a zippered like noise.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

Eddie is floored, wilting like a flower— all the oxygen and water ran out from the √≈petals. His mouth was almost glued shut, it’s so dry, Sahara would be jealous.

Your lips pucker behind his ear and the filth you’re whispering to him sends shivers down his spine. It’s lust licked and heavy, want me to touch you, or do you wanna touch me?

He answers with a dry groan and a swallow, and his hands find your hips spinning you around,his lips ghost over your neck and you throw your head back into him, pushing your ass into him to feel the swell of his bulge in his jeans.

He’s rutting into your doughy ass, his fat cock loving the friction you’re bouncing against him, you move your hips and grind further into him.

“Fuck baby,” he moans hot against the shell of your ear, catching in his throat.

His hands creep under the hem of your shirt and skate against your skin, the smooth of his nails electrifying each touch. They work along your curves, his big thick hands touching every inch of your skin, rubbing along the lacy edge of your maroon bralette.

The pads of his thumbs graze against your peaked nipples and you exhale. You're surrounded by the sharp spice of his cologne, the muted cigarettes clinging to his jacket, it encompassed you, held you like a hug and had your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

It felt too good. His lips hummed against your neck, vibrating hot and sending goosebumps along your skin, and you wanted more. Needed more.

You followed his hands, tracing the veins on the tops of them with your fingers, pushing your palm flat against them, making him squeeze at your tits, and you purred out his name, a shade away from whining.

Fuck you wanted him so bad. And judging by the firmness of his cock beneath your asscheeks, he wanted you just as badly.

You spun quickly, grabbing his hands and leading him to the couch, his lips were red from sucking on your neck, bangs were pushed up awkwardly from the position his head was buried into your shoulder. He looked drunk, enamored with something you didn’t recognize.

The leather of his belt was heavy in your fingers as you unraveled it through the buckle and the first loop on his jeans. His eyes never left yours as your fingers flipped the button and pushed his jeans down his hips.

He shuddered a breath when your hand cupped him in his boxers, the velvet of his skin soft and warm in your soft grip. He was bigger than you remembered, thick like a stout of beer.

“Christ Taff,” he breathed when you stroked him fully, the pad of your finger running over the vein that ran along his cock.

You looked at him through your lashes as you lowered yourself to the ground, dragging his jeans and boxers with you, “this what you wanted big boy? Wanted me on my knees for you?”

He hums and holds your chin, brushing his thumb across your lips.

Licking the tip of his thumb, you hold his heavy cock in your hands, stroking his shaft slow then fast, “you’re so big, Eddie.”

He swallows his next words when your tongue circles his head, collecting the precum with each devilish swipe. You stick out your tongue to show him the pearl in your mouth, and he almost combusts when you swallow it with a hum.

“Yummy.”

He’s certain he’s going to die right here in your living room, looking at you with your pink tongue swirling around his cock, the way your lips suction around him, fuck, you haven’t even put him fully in your mouth yet and he’s a goddamn mess.

The teasing is too much but he’ll take whatever you give him, if you were to stop now he’d be completely satisfied, he’d have to pump his cock furiously when he got home to make the ache go away but, he’d do it.

But you don’t stop, fuck no. You’re just getting started. You like him like this, flushed in his cheeks and waiting patiently for your mouth. His mouth opening as yours does. Waiting, pleading, hoping that you would finally let your wet warmth surround him.

And then you do.

He stretched your mouth cheek to cheek, a literal mouthful. And he hums. Is he thanking God? You hide your giggle, deciding to take him further into your throat as you hollow your cheeks and slide him deeper with the help of his canting hips.

You hum around him and it tickles him, but he’s so drunk on your mouth he’s muttering sentences that don’t even make sense.

Pumping your hands along his shaft you dribble spit from your throat to the head of his dick, a slimy string connecting you mouth, one that you slurp back up and take him in deeper. His knees are bent and he pulled his shirt under his chin, wanting to see you fully with his cock stuffed in your mouth, your pretty eyes are teary and he can feel you gag around him before he pulls out and you come back for more.

He’s not sure how long you’ve been at this, and he’s trying to keep his mind averted to anything other than your slippery throat and the cute way your eyes are looking up at him.

This was better than the way you sucked him off in the bed of Wayne’s truck. You were solely focused on him here. No other distractions, just you and him.

“Look so fucking pretty, baby,” he moaned, reaching down to hold your cheek, his thumb wipes away some of your smudged make up from your eye, “ do you know that?”

You nod with him in your throat, and he breathes more nonsense as he looks to the ceiling and runs his fingers through his hair, trying not to convulse, but he can’t take it any more, you're working his dick like you’re short on rent.

“Fuck, sweet girl, fuck,” Eddie whines, scrubbing his hands down his face, his stomach burning to give in to you, I— shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come.”

He works his hips away from you but you wrap your arms around the back of his knees, holding him with his dick still in your mouth, waiting like a kitten for milk.

He cums hard, biting through his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling out loud. You don’t stop bobbing your throat, swirling your tongue, around his length and puckering your lips around him.

With his load in your mouth you paint his cock with it, moving it around and around with your excess spit, a hurricane against your tornado tongue, you finally swallow, sucking in your cheeks once more, and cleaning Eddie off in one swoop. His cries fill the room and you finally release him with a pop.

“Jesus, fuck.” He exhales, sleepy eyed. His reddened swollen cock hanging between you both, “c’mere.”

He helps you to your feet, and you tuck him back into his boxers gently. He mutters an embarrassed thanks, you’re smiling up at him with a cocky little smirk. Completely ready for him to pull up his jeans, maybe get himself a beer from your fridge, but he doesn’t.

Eddie holds you to him, his forehead leaning on yours, big hands wrapped around the small of your back. His erratic breath plumed through his nose and his chest was beating fast. You’ve never seen him like this, “Eddie?”

He doesn’t let go, doesn’t say anything, he just moves back to press the lightest of kisses to the tip of your nose. “You, “ he finally says, licking his lips and rolling his eyes into the back of his head, finally focusing back on you, he pulls you closer, enough that his eyes are all you can see.

But whatever he was going to say is stuck in his throat, he never finishes what he was going to say. Just pulls you into him and holds you there, his lips on your neck, kissing you softly. It was a perfect day. You should have known it wouldn’t have been weird between you and Eddie, falling back into sync as best friends and laughing while snacking on m&m’s and smoking from his dab pen.

You end up falling asleep on your bed together, tired from exerting so much energy and bellies full of Chinese. Netflix asks, are you still watching YOU? on the tv on your dresser. Eddie’s tossing and turning wakes you and you grab your phone to check the time. 5 o’clock. Taking an almost four hour nap, but in reality it felt like four days straight.

But that's not the only surprising thing on your phone.

A litter of texts. From the same occupant. The other half of this agreement.

hope you enjoyed, seems like Steve isn’t too thrilled right?

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sunshine-theseus · 6 months

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Midas' Touch

Cortnee Vine x Reader Summary: It's hard not to fall in love with a girl like that warnings: - not completely proof read. - i haven't written for fun in so long and i suck at knowing if i'm using the correct tense so i'm sorry about that😭

It's hot. Too hot to be doing much more than rondos and some light running for warm up before heading back to change into our kits and hear a few last words from Garrath.

And that's exactly what we do. Well, until I spot flaming red hair out of the corner of my eye as I'm heading back to the tunnel. The feature is familiar on its own, but odd when combined with the sky-blue jersey that adorns her.

A smile that could warm even the coldest of hearts is thrown my way and I stumble over the back of Holly's foot. I quickly apologise before scurrying back to the locker room.

I had only met Cortnee at the World Cup, when I got my first call up for The Matildas. We weren't close in comparison to people like Kyra and Charlie, but we roomed together and got to know each other reasonably well.

This was the first time I'd seen her since our defeating departure and I'm more nervous than I was during my debut. I had admittedly developed somewhat of a crush on her during the World Cup, but I'd managed to forget about it within the whirlwind of transferring back to the Brisbane Roar from Liverpool.

Until now.

~~~~~

I'm lining up when I spot Tameka approaching me with Harley, who is dressed in a number 13 Roar jersey that is 3 times too big for her. Before they get too far, Harley is running full speed into my open arms, giggling as I sprinkle her face with kisses.

Meeks was originally in the starting XI, but Garrath made the decision she would make a good boost after half time when players began to tire. That meant Harley was now my mascot, and I have no complaints because she'd the cutest little thing, unless she starts blabbering secrets. Which she tends to do, a lot, when she's excited.

"Are you sure you're okay with her? She can be a lot."

I smile softly at both of them.

"Of course it’s fine. She’s a sweetheart”, and with that, Tameka says goodbye and walks out to the sub bench with the others.

As I’m putting Harley back down so I can hold her hand on the walk out, I see the same flash of red hair pass by. I’m following her with my eyes when Harley tugs on my hand and whispers “Have you ‘n’ Cortnee kisseded yet?”

I can feel myself burning up, but simply shake my head no before grabbing her hand and following the rest of the team out onto the pitch as she giggles softly beside me.

~~~~~

It gets worse as we begin to shake hands with the Sydney. I’m last, and Harley’s starting to spew random words and facts she knows as we walk down the line. Cortnee is a mere metre away when Harley begins waving to her and jumping up and down, begging for her attention.

I shake Cortnee’s hand and I nearly choke at how beautiful she is up close. Her eyes are brighter than I remember, and her hair is golden under the burning sun, her freckles are like constellations and I nearly reach up to trace them.

But our greeting is cut short when Harley jumps into her arms and asks “is it hard being away from your girlfriend?”

Not a second later, Tameka has Harley in her arms again and Cortnee and I are blushing, but I’m moving onto the next person before we can say another word, trying not to look back at her as she jogs back and forth lightly before taking her position.

I don’t know how I forgot it. The rush of the pre-game had me occupied, but as I plant my feet on the ground, the fact I’m always her marker, even in scrimmages at camp, hits my like a truck and I know this may possibly be the hardest game I’ll ever play if I can’t get her out of my head.

~~~~~

I had been doing pretty well so far if I do say so myself. I’d managed to stay focused on the game and had converted a free kick from Sharn into a goal in the 27th minute that put us in the lead: 1-0.

But now my focus is beginning to waver, at possibly the worst possible moment. It’s the 88th minute and Sydney was just awarded a corner. We’re all gathered at the goal, marking whoever we could, to stop the ball that was about to come flying in, from crossing the line. But as I’m pushing back into the player behind me, I feel her hands on my hips and warm air hits the back of my neck.

I’m turning to tell her off, but my breath gets caught in my throat again. Why won’t she leave me alone. Let me focus on this game before smiling so sweetly at me and sending sparks through my body.

Cortnee cheekily nudges me forward as the ball curves through the air but I can’t stop myself from falling to the ground, my focus has been completely removed from the ball. And yet… I still manage to stop it as it rolls, or more so is kicked into my face rather harshly in an attempt for Sydney to score an equaliser.

A groan resounds across the pitch but I’m standing before the ref can try to call the medics over. I’m not letting a little ball to the face stop the game this close to the end, I’m exhausted and can’t take more than whatever added time we’ll already receive. Well, that’s what I’d like to think.

“Nice try Y/L/N but you know the rules! You’re getting checked for a concussion, don’t try to fight it.”

Such a nice lady, yet suddenly the bane of my existence.

The concussion assessment takes no more than 30 seconds, and by the time I’m running back on, we’ve started the (gratefully) 2 minutes of added time. The medics also add the fact I haven’t broken my nose but I will develop a nice bruise that may scare Harley and my niece and nephew for a few weeks.

~~~~~

I’m standing back in front of Cortnee when the final whistle blows, Brisbane won, we’ve won, 1-0. Before I can take off to hug and celebrate with my team, the bright hair and cheeky dimples are the only things in sight. And before I can try and comfort her for her loss, lips softer than I could have ever imagined, are pressing hard against my own.

I’m not sure I’d ever reacted faster than I had in that moment, grabbing her face while her hands wrap around my waist. But I pull back with a wince and lightly grab my nose.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since our first match at the world cup when you scored your first goal” she whispers softly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first laid eyes on you” In that moment I think about how I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as her.

“Well, I guess Harley knew something we didn’t”.

“She knows to get what she wants. I think she secretly set us up”.

“The three-year-old?” I giggle and peck her on the lips.

“She has her ways”.

“Does this make us… girlfriends?” I quickly ask.

“I’d fucking hope so”.

I grab Cortnee’s hand and drag her over to Sharn, Tameka and Harley, the youngest of which has a cheeky smile as she screams “CORTNEE AND Y/N KISSEDED” and claps her hands.

~~~~~~~~~~

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT IS THE CUTEST FUCKING STORY EVER” Alex screams as we sit on the pitch, warming down from today’s training.

We’re back at camp for the Asian Olympic Qualifiers, and it’s the day before our match against the Philippines. Cortnee had wanted to have the physio check out her leg, the tension in her hamstring seeming to be causing her more grief than anyone wants, so I was sitting with Alex, Mini and Sam. It’s an odd combination but I’m glad to be getting to know more of the girls.

“That was actually fucking sickening. Kristie is going to love hearing it later.” Sam laughs at the mention of her own girlfriend.

“I genuinely think that was what Harper and Harley spent their time on all of last camp because she kept asking about you two as well. But it was about damn time.” The comment from Mini has me slightly shocked. Was there anyone who didn’t think we should get together?

Before I can ask anything, Tony is calling us to gather round to say some words and give us feedback before sending us back to the hotel. I’m standing on the end when two arms snake around my waist and a gentle kiss is pressed to the top of my head. I lean back into her but don’t say anything until we’re told to get going.

“What did she say?” I lean into her some more as we walk back to the locker room.

“It’s just a little tension, I’ll be okay to play tomorrow”

~~~~~

She most certainly was not okay to play. Cortnee was subbed on and within 10 minutes was back sitting next to me on the sub bench with an ice pack on her thigh.

To give her credit, the injury was predominantly from a collision on the pitch, but I was selfishly mad she didn’t tell me. So, while I held her hand as we took a lap around the pitch and signed shirts and took photos with fans at the end of the game, I didn’t talk to her.

Or in the locker room.

Or on the bus to the hotel.

Or at dinner.

Or as I watched her pack her bags and leave back to Sydney because she needed to start healing as soon as possible.

All I did was give her a peck on the lips and watch her uber drive away.

An hour later she texted me about a fan she’d met at the airport, who was shaking so bad she had to take the photo. I liked it but didn’t reply.

But now it was our final match day, and I don’t have Cortnee to have breakfast with, something that had become somewhat of a tradition for us whenever we could.

I have no clue as to why I’m so mad about it, but as I sat with Sam and Steph at breakfast, I knew I needed to at least call her and apologise. So I did.

The phone rings, almost too many times, but eventually the girl I love is staring back at me.

“I’m so sorry for ignoring you!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!”

The lines are rushed out by both of us, probably louder than need be as I get weird looks from some of the girls.

“No no you have no reason to apologise Cort, I literally got so mad for no reason, I should be helping you heal not ignoring you!”

“I still should have told you, let you help me. I love you and you just want the best for me.” We’d never actually said those words. But I blurt them out before I can stop myself.

“I love you too!”

Everyone around me is giggling as I blush.

I look back to Cortnee on my screen. She’s out in her backyard, laying on the grass, her hair is splayed behind her, golden, touched by the hand of Midas. Her eyes are as blue ever, her cheeks rosy, dimples deep. Then I hear her laugh and I don’t think I could love anyone more because I’m melting in my seat as we quickly bid each other goodbye.

That night I play for her, and as we celebrate, Sam and I both call our respective partners together to let them know. And when we hang up I turn to Sam, unable to stop smiling.

“I’m going to love her forever.”

#woso x reader #cortnee vine x reader #the matildas x reader

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elisysd · 1 year

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Seasons – Bebe Rexha

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

I lie awake inside a dream And I run, run, run away from me

Sitting on the bed, in the little apartment she rents, she sighs. She doesn’t seem to get her lines right. She is supposed to begin the shoot of her movie tomorrow at Jardin Exotique. It’s going to be beautiful; she knows it, she went there to get a hold of the atmosphere. But no matter how heavenly the locations where the movie is being shot are, she can’t seem to forget how nightmarish the three months shooting is going to be.

She is an actress. A pretty good one. Hell, she was nominated for Best supporting actress last year. Didn’t get the award though. Damn Florence Pugh… But since her big break in the last Steven Spielberg movie, she is getting calls from a lot of people dying to work with her. Well, her agent Sophia is getting calls while she is trying to stay away from this madness as much as possible. People would say she is ungrateful. After all, she is living the dream life of so many people. But she doesn’t see it that way.

All that she has ever wanted to do is telling stories. She has always loved acting for as long as she can remember. Having the possibility to be another person, to craft the life of an imaginary character from A to Z and Z to A, that’s what she loves the most. All the characters she had the chance to embody, she knows them like the back of her hand. They are a part of her more than she is a part of them. She never wanted to be famous, she just happened to be. She always chose her projects because it resonated deeply with her, no matter if it was a short movie, an independent one or the latest fantasy of a masterminded director.

Of course she worked hard to be where she is today. She left her home country as soon as she turned 18 to go to London to pursue her passion. She has eaten more BLT sandwiches in her life than caviar and drinking champagne. Her acting debut were not easy, far from it. She fought to get where she is today. It’s just the fame aspect of her job that she is struggling with. But lately it seems to be harder than usual.

She booked a role in a romantic comedy. She has never done one of those so when she got the opportunity, she took it, thinking that it would be fun. It’s a low budget movie, it doesn’t have the ambition to be serious. She liked the script and thought that after the Steven Spielberg’s movie that got her the Oscar nomination it would be a nice change. People, and by people mostly journalists, thought that she would aim for bigger and more dramatic roles, things that could get her an Oscar for, this time, best actress. But it was never her intention. Sure, it was nice to be recognized by industries professionals, but it was never her goal. She doesn’t act to get awards. She acts because it’s where she feels like she belongs.

The movie is about an interior decorator that gets a contract with the royal family of Monaco. It’s a cliché story, a nobody that happens to catch the attention of the prince, but in the beginning, Sally the woman she’s playing, doesn’t know about him and happens to be quite mean to him. It’s a basic enemies to lovers story. But she doesn’t care, she likes it.

At first, when she learned that she was actually shooting in Monaco and not in some studios with green screen, she was excited. It’s a dreamy location and it would not be far away of where she grew up. She comes from a small town in the east of France. She thought that it would be a good opportunity to see her family. With her career, she didn’t get to see her loved ones very often. Christmas was quite lonely these last few years for her. But then reality hit her like a truck driving at the speed of light with no brakes functioning.

There is a reason she doesn’t live in Los Angeles and rather stay in London. She hates all the sparks and hypocrisy that come with Los Angeles. People flaunting their money and designer bags, fake friends pretending to like you because you are popular at the moment but as soon as you are starting to lose interest from the public eye, you become irrelevant, the endless partying… she hates everything there. Sure, she lost some professional opportunities when she made it clear that she would never move there. But she rather loose contracts than who she is. London is where she loves to be. She doesn’t dream, nor want to go anywhere else.

Monaco reminds her of Los Angeles. Luxurious cars, luxurious shops, luxurious everything everywhere. People like to show off. She doesn’t. So she doesn’t go out much, only when she needs it… Though she arrived in Monaco with the firm intention to spend the few weeks before the beginning of the shooting behaving as the perfect tourist, she has to admit she completely failed. She doesn’t like the vibe. And when she doesn’t like something, good luck to change her mind.

So she spent her days locked in her apartment, learning her lines, and breaking down her script and her nights near the beach, when people are out in bars and clubs and when the city is less crowded. Really, Monaco doesn’t feel like a dream to her.

The only thing that she admits enjoying is the sweet piano melodies that she sometimes hear from the apartment below hers…

#writing #fiction #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines #cl16 #cl16 x reader

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Hey friend! Can I request TF 141 + Alejandro overhearing their s/o talking to a friend and saying they feel like the boys are out of their league? Just some angst with fluff ending :)

There’s a stuffy atmosphere around the bar. Loud music plays, boisterous laughter echoes from across the room, a group of women are dancing in one corner, sticky countertops underneath your elbows, there’s some shuffling going around you, but you’re held tight by someone.

You’re definitely on your third drink by now, there’s some swaying in your step, and a lot of liquid courage —as you can tell from the way your lips are attached to Alejandro’s neck.

He never complains though, time spent with you is precious. It’s so sacred that he refuses to fight. He refuses to let the small things get to him. The destination from you to Mexico is enough.

You crane your neck around him, standing on your tippy toes to search for your friend. It’s been a long night, you want to make sure they’re okay or even still here. They seem in distress, trying to get away from some clearly intoxicated girl who latches on like they’ve known each other forever.

“Excuse me” you say, and make your way down toward them.

“Come on, let’s go, we need to sober up” you say, reaching your palm out and yanking them up.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I even started talking to that girl.” your friend says.

You guys head back where Alejandro is with his friends, but there’s someone else there. A woman who has clearly snaked her way trying to get his attention. He’s not interested, but she’s a little too close to him for your liking. As soon as you approach them, he’s walking towards you, selectively shoving the girl aside to come to you.

But this isn’t the first time it’s happened. There’s a lot of feelings rushing inside you– mixed feelings. Perhaps it’s the alcohol you’ve been drinking, but your jealousy is mistaken with envy.

The rest of the night you’re quiet, your lips aren’t attached to his neck, and he can feel something is wrong with you.

“Are you alright?” he asks over the music.

“I’m fine.” you say. Then let him know you’re going to talk to your friend outside.

The cool breeze hits you guys, just like the word vomit you’re about to spill to your friend.

“It’s unreal.” you start. Every single time it happens.

Your friend has been wondering what shifted your mood, but she’s not ready to hear the unraveling of what’s been weighing on your chest.

“It’s just so typical that women always gravitate towards him. It’s like they know he’s in the army or something because it’s always some girl with her dog tags showing and trying to compare hers with his.”

Your friend nods her head, unsure as to why it bothered you. It didn’t seem like a big deal.

You don’t notice him coming outside before you spill your true feelings.

“God, you know it just makes me feel like I don't deserve him. Like he’s out of my league or something because we’re clearly not in the same field.”

“So that’s what you think?” he startles both you and your friend. Your friend makes it known this is a more personal matter, saying she’s going to go find Rudy.

The alcohol you’ve been drinking makes another appearance in your personality.

“YES you clearly can talk with people from the military, have things in common with them, but when it comes to someone regular like me it’s like you–”

He stops you for a second, approaches you, and then sighs loudly.

“I really hate when you talk like that because once you think that way, it becomes a thing of comparing yourself to a person I barely talk to. Do you seriously think I was even interested in her?”

You bite your tongue, rolling your eyes, and try to fight back but he cuts you off again.

“I’m not starting with this. Let’s go home.” He seems pretty pissed off. But the reality is, the special time you guys have together shouldn't be wasted on fights.

You approach the bed of his truck and you can feel like you’ve ruined the night.

The car ride home is quiet, and he can’t take it anymore. He pulls over to the side of the road.

“Do you think I drive thousands of miles to come talk to other women?” He's staring off into the road, cars whooshing by.

Silence.

“I don’t care how clingy or pretty another girl is, i’m here for you”

He sighs, grabs your face in his hands.

“When you say things like I'm out of your league, or I would go better with someone in my field, I don't want anyone from my field. I want you. I hope you know that amor.”

You nod your head. “I’m sorry.” you whisper.

He kisses you softly, then bursts into laughter.

“How could you think I wanted that old lady?" He laughs again.

"She showed me her dog tags and she was at least 20 years older than me!"

#alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #alejandro x you #mwii #saltofmercury

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luimagines · 6 months

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That Dragon au Part 3

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@cafecourage dis is for you buddy!!! I feel like this is self explanatory now. I hope you enjoy this cluster truck of a chapter. XD

Content under the cut!

Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed, Emotional and Otherwise

"I wanted to explain Cia's behavior as well as the rest of the nobles." Warrior sighs and leans into Enno’s touch. "I should have known better than to drop off and assume she wouldn't try anything else."

He hums and closes his eyes. "It’s about your headband and some.... traditions and rituals we have here. She knows about them. And Cia got a bit pissy when she saw I was following through with a few of them."

“I… see…” The events of the night were a tad bit clearer but it still seemed like they were missing a piece of information here. There is no way Enno would have had the grace to word things correctly but they had to ask, “So… you threw fire at her without the fire rod somehow?”

Warrior coughs and he turns away, looking at his vanity. "Something like that.... You...know what her deal is right? Why is she attached to me? She... was getting somewhat better but now?"

Warrior sighs. "This was just the cherry on top. I don't know how much more stern and firm I need to be with her. I’m going to have to get borderline violent."

“Mhm, honestly I forgot she survived and didn’t die.” Enno blurts. “Not that I wish death on her. I just… I guess I didn’t pay any attention. I tend to space out.”

Saying that they didn’t willingly play her part of the story was a bit weird and not something he should know. “Why not run away from all of this? Seems a lot more trouble then what it’s worth. Maybe space would do her some good too.” Enno plants their face into his hair, “but I don’t know what is going on here so maybe just dropping everything to escape isn’t a good idea.”

Warrior snorts at their first sentence, quietly down to listen to you talk.

"Cia can see in every and any timeline. There's not many places I would be able to go without her finding me." He hugs them, letting Enno lean into him. "Good idea or not, it's certainly tempting. I just... I wanted to be subtle but I miscalculated. That headband is pretty special. Cia knows it. It's one of the few things I didn't get rid of when-... when..."

He goes silent for a moment running his hands up and down your back. "I used to have a decent amount of stuff but Cia would hint at wanting it. So everything I knew she would like I tossed. Everything I have is either sentimental value that she can't fathom, want or knows about or new... The headband is actually one of the oldest pieces and it was her favorite but I... I couldn't get rid of it."

Warrior takes a deep breath. "My mother wanted me to give it to someone special. And it.. matched your clothes so I thought... well... who would be more deserving..." He sighs. "I was so caught up in wanting to do something right, I forgot she even knew about it."

"As for the nobles-" He continues. "It’s... typically tradition amongst them to give a gift to the one.... to the one you wish to court. Everyone knew my mother and recognized it. I'm sorry."

Enno stiffened up after hearing him fully out. Their mind goes back to the drawer in his dresser, the one filled with all the small trinkets and valuables. There is a lot they wanted to say to him now that he has opened up to them about this. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything.”

They tried to reassure him. “You didn’t ask for Cia to come over here and scream at the both of us. You didn’t ask to basically be stalked. You didn’t ask for literally anything that had happened to you. You’ve done everything right tonight. Don’t let that be twisted.”

They restarted petting his hair just so they could do something else if their words couldn’t help him. It wasn’t their strong suit and they knew it. “I will protect that headband with my life. I never met her but I want your mom to be proud that you gave it to me.”

The courting aspect of the headband went over their head, they were more focused on Warriors emotions.

"She would have liked you." He smiles. "I'm glad you liked it. But I still should have warned you about Cia at least, or told Zelda or Lana as back up or something. You didn't deserve it."

He holds them a bit tighter and tucks his face into the crook of their neck.

"Thank you." He gives their neck a tentative kiss. "I'm sorry it’s been a mess."

They tilt my head for him, giving him access and laugh. “What are you talking about? The only thing that happened was me getting out of a social situation I didn’t want to go to. I think I deserve that.”

They wave him off. “I think I’m more pissed that Cia made you throw out stuff, then her screaming at me. It was like she is trying to make you hide your stuff like a dragon.” That was potentially a bad timed joke, “or like the Vet. God knows we only need one hoarder in our group.”

They were as smooth as sandpaper.

Warrior snorts. "For one thing, we're all hoarders. Legend just has the most stuff. And another thing is that Dragons don't typically hide it. I simply had to or Cia would have taken advantage of it."

He yawns again, relaxing against them now that the danger has passed. "It's a shame but I've learned to live with it. I just have to rebuild what I had and it'll be ok again."

“Oh. Ok. So we aren’t dancing around the dragon thing.” Enno sighed in relief. They didn’t actually think he would tell them what he and the others are. Enno kept trying to keep him from unrelaxing, hoping to distract once more.

Warrior hums. "The dragon thing? What dragon thing?"

He blinks, looking up at them.

Enno blinked back at him, re-evaluating what he just said. “Nothing I misheard.”

They go to play with his hair again, twisting and twirling it gently. “I’ve just noticed some things you have done, and it just reminds me of what dragons would do in the stories from my world. That’s all.”

Warrior moves his head and adjusts his position so that he's laying right next to them, face to face. "You have dragon stories? Tell me some. I'd love to hear them."

“Well- they aren’t all the same.” No longer having anything to do with their hands, they just awkwardly hold them out in front of themselves. Messing with the sheets, they speak again. “We have stories about good dragons, bad dragons. It’s really a mixed bag. A personal favorite is about a farm boy who finds a dragon egg and has to raise them while also figuring out what kind of dragon the baby is. I was able to see it unfold the same way as your adventure. If we’re ever able to go to my place I’ll show you.”

Warrior frowns at the loss of contact but he's quick to straighten his face.

"What happens to the dragon?" He says quietly. "How does the story go?"

He takes a breath and reaches over to tuck Enno’s hair behind their ear. He then reaches down to grab their hand and he laces their fingers together. "Is the dragon evil in this story?"

Enno laughed quietly, shaking their head. "No no no. If anything Mir is an idiot, but I love him and Evan."

They take Warrior’s hand to use as a fidget toy. "There isn't an ending per say. But Mir finds out he is the last of his kind. Evan, despite being younger than the Wind at the time, was able to comfort his friend. They are under a pack, if one became evil the other would kill them. But even then, Evan once almost got possessed and Mir was able to guide him back and deny the power that was being pushed on him. They are both good boys."

Warrior smiles. "Sounds like it."

His thumb rubs against their knuckles, his other arm coming up to tuck itself under his head.

"There's some dragon stories here, but half the time we can still go meet the dragon behind it. Like... there was a rumor that Volga the dragon knight knew Time as a child." His smile drops a bit ruefully. "It was interesting to see that interaction on the battlefield."

"He's the guy that tries to fight you right out the bat right?" Enno asked, mostly because they didn't want to be so knowledgeable. Even though there’s very few people who knew about that. "He seemed annoying, please tell me he was beat up by a 7 year old."

Warrior chuckles. "Dang, you knew about that too?"

He lets go of them, pulling up his sleeve on his other arm. "He left this parting gift after that fight."

He lets his hand hang between the two of them. "That little boy..... almost burst into tears at the sight of him. Between wanting to run to him and his obligation to fight him, it left that poor boy frozen. Volga was equally horrified even as he took a fighting stance. I don't think he had a say in who he could fight."

Warrior muses. "Like a spell or something. Volga kept telling him to run, to get away. The rest of us were just confused."

Enno brought his arm up to give the wound a few kisses. Enno whispered, keeping his hand close to their face. "Depending on the timeline, Time either killed Volga or set him free. I didn't realize he was the same dragon from the fire temple. Is it normal for dragons to have Hylian forms?"

Warrior's jaw clenches and his breath hitches when they kiss his scarred up arm. His gaze softens some more. "He doesn't like to talk about it."

Warrior watches them intently, trying to take in as much detail as he can even through the dim lighting.

"Yes." He whispers. "Every dragon I've met has a Hylian form."

Enno continues to give the scars attention.

"Do I know of anyone?" They asked, bringing his hand to their face to nuzzle and kiss it, looking at him expectantly.

Warrior has been watching their lips as they traveled and his skin. His heart begins to pound when they reach his hand and cradle it gently. His entire mouth goes dry and he finds himself pinned under their gaze as you speak.

He has no other choice but to answer them honestly. To lie to them would be to dishonor both Enno’s and his own intentions.

"Yes." He says a bit breathlessly. "You've met quite a few."

Enno hummed, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles. "Really?"

They were so close and they were actually shocked that he hasn't caught on yet.

"May I ask who?" They asked again, trying to urge him to tell them. They mostly wanted to see his half form in a clearer way. Without anything blocking them.

Warrior keeps rubbing his thumb against your skin, endeared that you'd return the action.

He's silent for a while before he speaks. "Everyone in the group. With the exception of Pinky. And every Zelda you've ever met."

Enno moved forward, collapsing onto him and relaxing onto him. "Finally." They hugged him and tucked their face into the crook of his neck. Warrior blinked in surprise when they collapsed into him. He's shocked but certainly not complaining.

"I didn't know how to ask about it. Can I see that other look you had when you came in? I've been thinking about it since then."

Then their other words register in his head. Warrior groans, wrapping his arms around them. "You saw that? That was completely unintentional."

He sighs but does as they request. He grows in their hold, his wings coming to wrap around them. "I'm not really the coolest or strongest dragon of the group, but I can certainly hold my own. My treasury isn't by any means impressive but you can have whatever you want from it. If you want that is. I had hoped to explain more in the morning."

Enno pulled back smiling, taking him in fully. "Coolest and strongest doesn't matter to me."

They duck down kissing his face all over, purposely ignoring his lips. "Cute, cute, cute, cute." They whispered and hugged him again. "I'll help you rebuild your horde if that’s ok. You’re adorable."

Warrior's heart was pounding. Enno could feel it as they leaned against him. His eyes begin to gather some water around the corners. "Ah.... Ok."

He hugs them back, tucking them under his chin. "The size of my hoard doesn't really matter as long as you’re a part of it."

He trails his claws gently over their shoulder and back, watching in fascination as the hair rises on their arms. His tail sways behind him and he bursts into a powerful purr, vibrating against their very bones. "I doubt you'd even say that to my full form. But I appreciate the sentiment."

Enno let out a sigh as they felt his claws be drawn over their skin.

"You’re right. You will be absolutely adorable" Enno stated, brushing his hair out of the way, giving a kiss on his nose. "I am happy that I wasn't crazy. I saw little flames from your mouth and thought I was seeing things."

Enno held back, trying to not go overboard on the compliments and shift to lay comfortably on him.

Warrior's eyes widen a fraction as he blushes scarlet. "I... can't always control that..."

He laughs nervously. He combs his hands through their hair, going down the length of their back then back up again. "A lot of dragons have a domain where they specialize in their power, or their magic. Volga and mine both have flame as our domain. He's bigger, stronger and older than me though. I went into that fight knowing I'd lose."

"It was adorable." Enno snorted. "You’re here now though. You’re alive and survived."

There was a moment of silence as things felt content. "Right now though. You need to sleep."

They gave him one last kiss on the jaw. "Tomorrow is going to come around soon, and it’s going to be a ride. So let’s rest and so we can support each other with clear minds."

"That sounds like a lovely idea." He breathes out, tickling their hair with warmer than normal breath. "You need to sleep as well.... And maybe this time, keep the door closed? We can deal with them when the sun is up."

He grumbles. "I'm not excited about it but I will have to answer for something’s... Maybe I can get away with it...who knows?"

A bolt of guilt shot through Enno at the reminder. “I’m sorry I won’t.” They nuzzled into him, trying to forget previous events. “And let me take the fall for you. I was the one that kicked Cia in the stomach.”

They snuggled up closer, drifting off a bit. “We will take on tomorrow together. Don’t forget we are a team now. “ Their words slurred together as they fell into a deeper sleep. “But it’s bedtime. Nighty night Mister.”

Warrior snorts, loud, and right into their ear. "I'm sorry, you did what?"

He giggles and lets it rest. "There's nothing to pin the blame on you anyway. I might have... set fire to some stuff. That's what I was talking about. Goodnight."

Enno smiled and finally fell asleep. Warrior waited for a little moment longer, taking the time to admire them in his bed. It was surreal. He didn’t think they would have agreed as quickly as they did. Maybe he simply had to ask. With his own smile, he lays down, curling over them with a quiet purr. He falls asleep within moments.

There is a loud banging at the door, waking both of them up. It also didn't seem to stop unless it received an immediate answer.

Enno let out a grumble, pinning Warriors down before he could get up. “We are pulling a prank on them.”

Warrior huffs and shifts back into his full human form. "I had my wings, sweetheart. Be careful."

He yawns and tries to keep the morning breath away from you. "What do you have in mind?"

The knocking hasn't let up.

Enno swooped down and started kissing him deeply, angling his face up so that they could get a better reach. Before Enno returned back to his lips, for good measure they messed up his hair. When they pulled back, they looked down and smirked.

“Let their mind wander with what happened here.” I said, tugging his shirt collar down, giving him a more disheveled look. “They won’t bother us anymore if they don’t want to see what could be happening here.”

"This is unexpected." He moans.

He huffed and pulled them closer, kissing and nibbling right back. Warrior moved up to entangle his fingers into their hair. He grunts. "This only works if it's both of us, Love."

Enno laughed. “Not if I’m on top.”

They tried to make their hair messier but only ended up fixing it in the process. They reached for their glasses.

“There’s someone at the door. We can’t do any more.” Enno sighed out rolling next to him.

“Unless you want to take your shirt off to sell the effect.” Enno whispered. “Put on a show, why don’t ya?”

Warrior raised an eyebrow and sat up. Enno had to move to make room for him. He shucks off his shirt.

He smirks. "Better?"

He gets up, ruffling his hair for the hell of before he gets out of the bed. "I'm coming! I’m coming!"

He pulls open the door. "What?"

"LINK! ABOUT TIME YOU OPENED THE DO..." Lana shouts before she cuts herself off. There's a brief moment of silence where Warrior moves to stop her from looking into the room and seeing his company.

"....Zelda... needs you...." She speaks out. "Your friend too."

"Do they have to be involved?" Warrior sighs, leaning on the door.

"...Mhm..."

"Fine." Warrior spits. "But we need to get dressed."

Lana squeaks again, her voice going up an octave. "Of course."

Feeling sheepish, Enno leaned forward. “If it means anything, I’m sorry Lana. I thought you were someone else. I probably should go back to my room to get dressed.”

Warrior spun around to face them. "Cia isn't going to let this slide. Hold on, I'll go with you."

He kicks the door shut with his heel, leaving Lana flabbergasted on the other side.

"I don't trust her as far as I can throw her." Warrior says, throwing on a different shirt. "I don't want her near you."

He throws his boots on, tussling his hair as he stands up again. Enno crossed their arms, turning for his own privacy.

"Can I wear your scarf to annoy her more? I woke up and picked violence." A yawn managed to escape at the end of that.

Warrior paused, full on freezes and he methodically continued what he was doing. "Yes."

He coughed into his hand, not doing a good job of hiding the giddy smile that bloomed across his features. "What a brilliant idea."

"Great! You can show off those kisses." Enno joked, tracing small shapes on the door. "Can we keep the band here? I’d rather not have it get stolen. Unless you think it’s a good idea for me to have it."

Warrior walks over to his dresser taking out his scarf and walking back towards you. "The band can stay. It's ok."

He takes his time wrapping his scarf around them, making sure it fits snug and secure around their neck.

"The scarf is enough." He giggles and steps back. He looks proud and happy. "Perfect."

Enno felt warm with it on, but it can also be because of their blush. “I know you are, thanks for reminding me.” They teased before leaving. “Come on, I’m not meeting with the Queen of all people in your pajamas. I know we want rumors to fly but I don’t want to be this dramatic.”

Warrior's smile was smacked off of his face and was replaced with a blush. "Well you don't have to say it like that."

He goes to reach for their hand, his finger just brushing against their before he pulls back, nervous. "You seem confident. Do you remember the way back?"

“Nope!” Enno grabbed his hand and began to swing it between us. “I can get lost in a paper bag. But luckily I have a lovely knight in shining armor to help.”

Warrior flushed warmly and squeezed their hand. "I am at your service."

He leads the way back in the way they came the night before but takes a different turn.

"If I remember correctly, Her Highness gave you the room with the western balcony." He muses taking the runs throughout the castle. He sees the door and b-lines toward it picking up speed. "You're going to have to be a bit quick. If what you have planned is going to work, we need to be in her face soon."

Time, who was nearby, now fully dressed as well, noticed them going to the room as well

“Seems like a busy morning.” He arrived with Pinky the night before and it appears that Wild was already in the room as well. He was still angry over the previous night’s events but it wasn’t as bad as it was before. He goes to open the door for all of them walking in.

Enno let go of Warrior and headed directly into the room. “Busy is another word for, I’m going to throw someone into the sun.” They headed to their stuff and dug around for a change of pants and for their belt with pouches. “If I stop a murder be proud. Because a stabbing might happen.”

Pinky perked up, finishing her food and looked at the door. "Oh hey Enno. You...."

She looked at Warrior. "You know what- Tell me later. I want details."

Enon waved her off as she went into the other room. Warrior stood guard by the door.

"Time, Pinky wants to go shopping but she's broke as hell." Wild blurts.

"Wild!" Pinky tried to turn to him to shut him up but he was holding onto her hair, braiding it as they all talked.

"Get her something pretty while you're at it." He continues off handedly. "And get her a brush for her hair because this one is just plain awful."

"It's not that bad-" She got cut off.

"It's broken in three places and you said it yourself you've had it for years. It's time for a new one. I would have been done by now if it was better. " Wild pauses and points the brush at Time. "She needs her own stuff. Do it."

"Wild please." Pinky blushed out of embarrassment. "Time, I'm sorry. ignore him."

Warrior looks back in for a second. "There's Chelsie's off on Turner Street. You can buy clothes for all seasons there. Cheap but decent. It'll be enough to hold you over until winter. Then we'd have to get you some real protection."

"I don't have the money." Pinky waved him off as well. "I was just.. fantasizing about it. We're going out, right?"

She looked at Time. "I was thinking about what would be there. You know, window shopping." Cue the annoyed look towards Wild. "Not actually buying stuff."

Wild rolls his eyes, looking at Time. He mouths ‘she needs it’.

Time hummed and crossed his arm pretending to think about it. He knows he has enough money. That wasn’t the question. “Alright, let’s get you some new things Little Lady.” He gives the young woman a pat on the head before turning to Wild. “You coming cub?”

“I can tag along for a bit. But I want to meet up with Twi.” He says finishing the braid. “You’re good to go.”

“Wow, come out and everyone is leaving.” Enno laughs, coming out of the bathroom, still in Warrior’s tunic but the belt was giving it shape, making it look more like a dress. They had neaten up their hair and tried to put on the scarf the same way Warriors had done it.

Pinky flushed and looked away, trailing her hand over her hair. she brought it over her shoulder to look at it. "Thank you Wild."

The Champion winked. "Any time."

Warrior brightened upon seeing Enno and made his way to fix the scarf just a smidge. "You look great."

Pinky nodded and stood up, clapping happily. "Looking good, Enno!"

Time took a breath and nodded their way, showing his own approval. Warrior took their hand again without any hesitation. "You guys be safe. Enjoy what Hyrule has to offer."

Then, without any hesitation, he leaves the room with Enno in tow.

#linked universe #dragon au #linkeduniverse #linked universe x oc #except not really #lu warrior #lu warriors

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mintmatcha · 5 months

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You should totally write it; you’ve got an amazing way with words, and I really like how you write adult readers who don’t fit the “perfect” reader-insert box

lol heres some more of my fake book--- now with the OTHER love interest

“Some of us-” Lex types hard enough that the keys chunk with every hit, “Don’t have a lot of dating options.”

Ian sits up just enough to peer over his glasses and computer monitor, eyebrow quirked. He, as always, looks unamused, dark eyes narrowed suspiciously thin as he takes her in. “What’s that// supposed to mean?”

The urge to jam her foot into her mouth hits Lex like a truck. While her dating life has been less than spectacular, Ian’s has been nonexistent. In the two years he’s worked alongside her, he’s only ever mentioned one date-- and his mood was soured for weeks afterwards. In fact, the topic always made him dour, even when Lex talked about her own spectacularly awful dating life.

“I didn’t mean you,” Lex peeks up at him and catches his steady gaze, “It’s just hard to date when you’re not a pretty girl.”

He processes this for a moment, then sinks down and resumes working. The little figurine on the top of his desk waggles as he works.

“Well, that’s kind of a moot point. You’re attractive.”

Lex can’t even process what he says at first. She just scoffs, then thinks, then scoffs again. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I have been working on this code for eight straight hours,” he says simply, pecking away, “I don’t have enough neurons firing to lie to you right now. You’re attractive. The end.”

A chill runs across her skin. He says it so easily, so clearly, in ways March always seemed to skirt around. The flourish and the dance of flirting always worked on her, but directness is a luxury.

“Ian-” she says, voice softer than she wants.

“People just don’t date you because you’re pessimistic and self sabotaging.”

The moment is gone. She returns immediately to the onslaught of emails ahead of her, grumbling under her breath. “And here I thought you were finally being nice to me.”

“Again- not nice, just the truth.” He pushes away from his desk with a sigh, standing. He looks lankier than usual, towering over her when he passes. “I’m grabbing an energy drink.”

“Those things will give you kidney stones,” she calls after him, “You should drink water. And eat something.”

Ian turns on his heel, hands jammed into his hoodie pocket like a moody adolescent. “Don’t talk about my kidneys. That’s weird.”

“Take a proper lunch and I’ll never talk about your kidneys again.”

When he returns ten minutes later, he has the energy drink in question, along with a bag hooked on his elbow and a coffee in the other. He slides the warm beverage on to the corner of her mouse pad wordlessly before flopping into his seat.

She regards it carefully, peeking at the label on the side. It’s her order-- the same thing she gets every Friday morning from the shop downstairs. Did he ask the workers about her? Or did he just… pay attention? Both of those options sound ridiculous. Lex writes it up to a lucky guess.

“Thanks,” she says. The earnesty makes her stomach unsettled, so she throws in a jab, “I prefer iced though.”

Ian stands again, reaching over both monitors. “Fine, I’ll drink it then.”

“Hey now!” Lex snatches it back and swears her coworker actually smiles for once, rolling his eyes as he sits back down.

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you wanna know something that i’ve realized?

most debbie haters stopped actually paying attention to her storyline around season 5-10. because a lot of the takes i’ve seen about her are so stupid because they don’t make any sense, and they could have only been made by someone who begrudgingly watched the scenes and really didn’t give a rats ass.

and so by season 10, when she has a whole redemption arc going on, it’s not taken into account because people are so brainwashed by all of these takes such as, “she’s the worst gallagher”, or, “she’d abandon franny”, or even worse things that i don’t want to even bother getting into.

and then, we get to season 11, and it becomes rather obvious that people haven’t been paying attention. it’s literally like someone taking an exam having never taken the class that the exam is for and not knowing what they’re talking about at all.

because yes, season 5 debbie had some… issues, she was on another level, and season 6 debbie was stubborn, season 7 debbie was confused and closed off, season 8 debbie was vain, season 9 debbie was, well, into kelly; but all of the characters had dark points and the thing is, almost all of them redeem themselves! and you all allow this for every character (*cough* lip *cough*) except for debbie.

season 10 debbie managed the bills and finances at ninteen WHILE taking care of a four year old, she scammed good money for herself and her family, she fought for her daughter and found a clever way to keep her (while getting money from the government), she bought tami and lip an rv, she saved ian and mickey’s wedding, and overall was just great (don’t even get me started on julia because i’ve got into it before, she wasn’t supposed to be villainized in that storyline but she was because y’all didn’t pay attention).

season 11 debbie is struggling. she just got arrested and i’m pretty sure was sent to jail, because of this, her career struggles, she tries to make everything perfect for her daughter but worries she’s failing when nobody comes to franny’s party because of her + lip calls her a terrible mother for a MISUNDERSTANDING, she tries to get money, HER house is being destroyed by lip gallagher and her entire family turns on her, she and her girlfriend break up and she relives her trauma, she dates someone incredibly toxic, and i could literally go on and on about how sad her ending was. she got fucked over. however, she tries for her daughter and goes out of her way to make her daughter happy even when she’s struggling, she has her own business, and she fights for her house.

i know that debbie fucks up a lot, but you don’t get to diminish her entire character if you don’t get it. if you aren’t able to understand her trauma and why she acted the way she did you don’t get to talk, sorry not sorry.

like, you can tell when someone hasn’t been paying attention based on if they think she’ll go to texas. when she heard about texas, she looked like she didn’t want to go. she was hesitant. she delivered an entire monologue about why she wouldn’t ever leave her kid, and it was evident throughout that entire season, yet y’all think she would just jump into that truck and leave franny behind?? no! plus, the deal was franny AND debbie, not just debbie. i get that you want galladads to just scoop up franny but sorry, debbie would never let that slide. they’re her uncles, not her dads.

and if you can’t explain who heidi or peppa are, you can’t talk. if you can’t understand that what matty did was grooming, you can’t talk. if you think that she has a low iq, you can’t talk. if you think that she hates fiona, you can’t talk. if you think that she’d leave franny, YOU CAN’T TALK.

the show explains her character, it’s not like all of her actions aren’t justifiable, like, they give you reasons why she does it and she makes up for her actions but you all just ignore it. it pisses me the fuck off.

#shameless #debbie gallagher #franny gallagher #rant #shameless meta

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Cat's Cradle, Chapter 14

Ch1 ... Ch13

The kittens, now old enough to go without food for a little more time, are somehow even more of a torment on Percy’s nerves than they were before.

“Vex!” he calls, shrill. “We have fugitives!”

“They’ve started learning to walk, Percy,” she tosses back. From the kitchen, given how she echoes. “Of course they’ve escaped. They can’t get far.”

“Velcro was in the middle of the floor!”

He does not have to hear her sigh to know she makes it. He assumes she pads down the hall, slips over the babygate silent as ever, because she appears in the doorway. Finds him sitting on the floor with his convict in his lap, the tiny blue tom wiggling viciously as he tries to resume his grand exploration of the room.

Percy, in turn, is greeted with Vex in an apron. Which is half of why he avoided cooking with her to instead give the kittens supper, because good gods is it a cute look on her. The kiss the chef reads like an invitation, or an instruction manual. A recipe for disaster.

“We’ll need a box,” he declares around the lump in his throat, plopping Velcro back in the basket. Or trying to - the kitten clings, wailing in outrage, until Percival relents and lets it sit in the crook of his leg. Corralled, for now.

“Or a playpen,” Vex muses, tapping the spatula to her lips. Her eyes flit to something, not Percy but past him, and she grins. “I’ll leave you to figure that out yourself. I’m sure you can manage, my clever man.”

She leaves him fumbling long enough for Velcro and Spanner to stumble out and mewl in surprise at how cool the floor is.

With a soft playpen set up, Percy feels a lot better about leaving the kittens unsupervised, even if only for short bursts.

Such as an impromptu brunch with friends. It is a rare stroke of luck, for time off to line up so adeptly. Perhaps easier, without Vax’ildan’s graveyard shifts leaving him dead tired all day or Keyleth’s numerous projects tripping her up. Emptier, too.

“Okay,” Scanlan is saying, sipping loudly on a mimosa. “But you’re sure it’s alright? Kaylie says she hasn’t seen your truck at the workshop in, like, a week.”

“You have your daughter spying on him? Creepy.” Grog makes a show of scoffing, shoveling pancakes into his mouth. Despite the attention on him, he makes to swipe the french toast off Pike’s plate before she dissarms him with her own fork.

“No - she’s just invested, alright? Won’t stop talking about that shitty day.” Scanlan shivers. “Not that I blame her - I’d be pretty fucked up, too.”

Pike hums in agreement. “Is the cat doing okay? You said her name was…?”

“Curio.” Percy takes a bracing sip of his coffee. “Recovering well from the surgery, seems eager to get out of her crate and stretch her legs. Those she has left, at least. I worry she will ruin the stitching if given that freedom, however.”

“Oy, here’s a thought-” “Manners.” Scanlan rolls his eyes, finishes chewing and swallows before continuing: ”Why don’t we stop by? I mean, you and Vex won’t shut up about these guys, and I don’t know about you guys but I could use some cute in my life. And chicks dig kitten pics.”

Percy hesitates.

So far, these kittens have been theirs. Vex’ahlia and Percival’s little charges, in their own little world. Sure, they had brought them to the vet, and Kaylie’s keen eye had saved Curio’s life. They certainly shared more than enough pictures and videos for all their friends to know many kittens by name.

But there is something about inviting others into this little nest that has a part of him bristling.

Grog tilts his head. “I’d like to,” he admits. “Wouldn’t it be good for them to, like, meet more people? Help them get more specialized.”

“Socialized, Grog.” Pike pats his knee.

Percy nudges Vex, who has been slipping into a food coma. She’s so exhausted it pains him to see. “Vex’ahlia, dear, what do you think?”

She stifles a yawn against her hand. “I don’t mind either way,” she admits. “If you guys do come over, though, keep it down - I think I’ll be having a nap, if that’s alright.”

Even the goliath of a man, all tattoos and muscle, seems to read the reluctance in Percy’s gaze. “I’ll be gentle with them,” he promises. “I can be real gentle with the little things.”

Percy sighs. Smiles. “That’s true, yes.”

“When we said little, I didn’t think - woah,” Grog breathes, eyes blown wide and enraptured by every little hair on the kittens’ heads. He and Pike are both on their knees peering into the playpen. Bleary from their nap, the litter is content to wiggle and chirp. Even the one in Scanlan’s hands is well-behaved.

“Hah! Look - he’s spitting at me.”

Or perhaps not, but that’s a perfectly reasonable reaction to Scanlan.

“She,” Percy corrects with a glance.

“Ohh, I like them spicy.” He only evades getting an elbow in the gut when Pike stops herself, clearly remembering the precious cargo he holds.

Having Scanlan for scale really puts into perspective just how small these kittens are - even in his hands they’re fragile, even without a tremor beneath them they wobble. Percy’s heart lurches in his chest when they move - but no, Scanlan’s just sitting more comfortably, with his back to the bed.

He offers a finger from his free hand for greeting. The verdict is ‘disgusting, I hate it’ until he scratches under that impossibly small chin. “What a cutie patootie. What’s her name?” asks Scanlan.

Pike, peering now over his shoulder, glances between Percy and the kitten. “That’s Bauble, right?” She beams when he nods, pleased they remembered.

“You can hold one, if you’d like,” Percy offers as Scanlan declares, “I’m gonna get Kaylie a kitten.”

“No - no, you’re not.” He swallows his snappy tone - half the kittens are sleeping, and so is Vex. “You can’t just give someone a lifelong commitment.”

Grog giggles - all head turn to find he’s stuck his hand in the playpen, where a curious Ratchet is clumsily batting at it while Screwdriver watches wide-eyed and hopelessly confused.

“Ain’t that what happened to you?” says Grog. “With Kaylie?”

Scanlan rolls his eyes. “I was joking. Wasn’t I?” He rubs his nose into Bauble’s fur. “Oh, wow, she smells like cuteness! And kind of milky?”

Percy relaxes a little as Pike leans over to get a good sniff of kittendown too, scooting into Scanlan’s side for a better angle to coo and cuddle.

That does bring up a thought he’s completely neglected up to date. The kittens are… goodness, not quite two weeks? Two more months and they’ll be old enough to adopt out. How in the hells is he going to find enough homes - good homes - for six kittens? And Curio, too. If matching a half-dozen cute, playful little cats will be a challenge, how will they possibly get someone willing to take on a disabled, probably traumatized adult cat?

He can practically feel his blood pressure spike. Percy carefully leans over the edge of the playpen to pluck Screwdriver (still watching Grog’s hand with something like awe) and settle her in his lap. His hands are shaking, but so is she, so it’s fine.

(What if they choose wrong? What if the owners can’t care for the needs of the shaky kittens? Gods, Screwdriver wobbles so much - what if she falls, what if they let her outside, what if -)

“Oop, gotta tinkle.” Percy’s hand jerks up to see Grog stand and dust off his hands. He coos when Ratched stumbles after him, mewling. “Aww, I’ll be back. Where’s the bathroom Percy?”

“It’s to the right, Buddies,” Pike says, delicately running her fingers from Bauble’s head to her little pointy tail. Scanlan’s eyes are on her, not the kitten, and he looks quite like the cat that got the cream.

“Thanks, Pikey!”

Screwdriver mimics his glance up at Grog, which - yeah, sweetheart, he is very big, hm? Percy makes sure to lavish her with extra pets for her bravery. There’s nothing to be scared of, it’s Grog.

And then Percy remembers, and scrambles to his feet, clutching her to his chest.

“Wait! Don’t go in the-”

He hears the bars of Curio’s crate rattle from here and breaches the doorway just in time to see Grog sheepishly shut the door behind him.

“Guess I’ll hold it in,” he says.

#posting thus between talks byeeee i know its been forever I've been BUSY #critical role #the legend of vox machina #tlovm #tlovm fanfic #critical role fanfiction #cr fanfic #perc'ahlia #percahlia #percival de rolo #cat's cradle au

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Arcadia - Chapter 12

Summary: With Joel being injured, Negan works with him to try to get him better, but it's not working the way he planned. Y/N tries getting romantic with both Negan and Joel again, but when something happens, she starts to realize that they might have an unexpected problem on their hands.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Joel, Lucy, Nolan, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, etc.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29577489/chapters/110970990

Notes: This may not be my most popular story and I understand that, but I really loved this story and had this planned out very extensively. I know it's been a very long time since I wrote it, but life got really busy and I had to drop a lot of my stories for quite some time. I'm sorry for that. If you read this, thank you. If not, that's okay because this story is important to me and that's really what matters. I promise I will try to start giving attention to my stories again so I can hopefully finish a majority of my stories before the end of Dead City. Sorry I kind of just dropped my stories for a while.

While Negan had been a gym teacher and a sports star himself in the past, those two jobs were nothing in comparison to the work he had to put in while trying to help Joel get better from his injuries. Complicated was an understatement. It had been a few months since they had found Joel and while most things were healing with Joel, his leg was still a mess. The fractures he had gotten with his leg were still healing and he was still having all kinds of trouble with moving his leg. Every day, Negan attempted to do exercises with Joel to help get the feeling back in his leg, but it didn’t seem to be helping. It didn’t stop them from trying though.

“I don’t get this,” Negan huffed while he helped to try to work out Joel’s leg. Joel was stretched out on the ground, his arms covering his eyes while Negan kept up with the same routine he would do daily. “I feel like by now you should have some kind of feeling back in here. Are you stopping yourself mentally?”

“I could have this for the rest of my life Negan,” Joel grumbled, his southern drawl thicker than normal showing that he was frustrated with Negan’s comments. “I think it’s time we just start to acknowledge that I’m probably not going to be able to feel or move my leg again without your help. I reckon the sooner we realize that, the better. I’m going to be gimpy for the rest of my life beating people with my cane.”

“While the imagery is fucking amusing, that’s not going to be the case,” Negan grunted, his hand squeezing over the fleshy part of Joel’s thigh making Joel growl. “You feel something?”

“Yeah, I fucking ache everywhere Negan. That hasn’t changed. I pretty much feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and I’m just doing my best to pull myself back together,” Joel explained with a heavy sigh knowing that while he may have not been able to feel his leg, his body was incredibly stressed and worn out after his workouts with Negan so he reckoned they hurt. “Maybe you just need to give up.”

“Maybe you just need to shut the fuck up and work harder,” Negan’s hand smacked firmly over Joel’s thigh making Joel cry out in agony and he swiftly moved away from Joel watching Joel’s back arch up. “I am so fucking sorry. I’m sorry.”

Faint snickers started to fall from Joel’s throat when Negan tried to tend to him and help him making Negan’s face twist in confusion, “What’s so funny?”

“I can’t feel my leg Negan. I was fucking with you,” Joel lifted up on his elbows reminding Negan of their general problem that they were having right now. Negan’s eyebrows furrowed when Joel confessed he was just faking Negan out. “You could probably stab me in the leg and I wouldn’t feel you.”

“You fucker,” Negan hit Joel in the gut making Joel wince this time when he curled up and wrapped his arm around his ribs.

“Why would you do that? I actually broke my ribs,” Joel reminded Negan making Negan swiftly lower down in attempts to help Joel making Joel laugh again with how worried Negan seemed to get over him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m fucking with you again. The ribs healed after like two months. I still get sore, but they are…”

“What the fuck Joel,” Negan this time gave a pretty firm hit to the center of Joel’s stomach making him groan out for real this time. “I hope that one hurt because the next one is going to be me punching you in the balls.”

“Nope, definitely felt this one,” Joel rolled onto his side, his eyes closing tightly while Negan paced before him. Joel took a few minutes to gain back his breath that had left his lungs after Negan had hit him that last time. “You would never hit me in the balls…”

“You wanna bet?” Negan’s eyebrow arched up, resting his hands on his hips when his pacing came to a stop. “I don’t need your dick to work in order to have sex with you. I may like being the bottom, but I can make do with what we have.”

“Point taken,” Joel covered his groin making Negan laugh when Joel protected the goods from getting injured.

“You know, you were my favorite until the last few weeks. You were the nice one and now you’re fucking grumpy all the time,” Negan blurt out making Joel roll his eyes and drop his head back against the ground. “Your sassy all the time now.”

“First of all, I might be the nice guy, but I’ve always been grumpy,” Joel reminded Negan, lifting his head up from the ground to stare out at Negan with his thick jawline flexed. “And stop talking about favorites. You’re going to be the one losing your balls if Y/N hears you. It makes her feel bad and you know that.”

“She’s not here,” Negan lowered down pressing in over Joel, balancing his weight over his lover making Joel sigh loudly. “You pretend like you don’t like to hear stuff like that, but you fucking do. You know it. You want to be the person that everyone loves the most. You like being the rock in this family. You want everyone to love you the most.”

“Oh, I do?” Joel’s eyebrow arched in curiosity with the warmth of Negan’s breath over his lips. “Tell me more about what I want.”

“Well,” Negan’s palm lowered between them to cup Joel making Joel let out a tense breath. “I’m sure right now you would much rather your cock in my mouth than doing this physical therapy session with me.”

“Well no shit Sherlock,” Joel teased, his hips arching up toward Negan’s touch making a rumble of a laugh fall from Negan’s throat. “I guess I should be thankful it’s only my leg and foot I can’t feel. I think it enhances the feeling on my co…”

The sound of the door starting to pull open was heard and Joel swiftly slid back on the ground to get away from Negan knowing that it could have been one of the kids at the door. When it was Y/N that was there, Joel let out a relieved breath and dropped his head back on the grass.

“Negan, did you move the peppermint for the tea?” Y/N called out to Negan who got up on his knees, resting back while he thought things over. “I’m just not feeling great and I can’t find it.”

“I think it’s in the furthest cabinet on the right on the top shelf babe,” Negan winked seeing her smile and give him a thumbs up when she headed back into the house. Negan took a minute to think about what she had just said while Joel raised up on his elbows.

“What?” Joel realized that there was something on Negan’s mind after she had mentioned needing the peppermint tea. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” Negan shook his head and cleared his throat, getting up slowly from the ground. Patting his hands off on his pants, Joel was giving Negan the side eye and Negan shrugged his shoulders. “What?”

“I know that look. Something is wrong,” Joel responded with a shake of his head, trying to brace himself up. “What is it?”

“I mean, she’s feeling sick a lot lately. I see her hiding it, but she’s dizzy a lot and I just…” Negan took in a long sigh, pressing his hands in over his hips. “I’m worried about her.”

“It might just be the stress of me,” Joel suggested making Negan frown and shrug his shoulders again dramatically. “If it keeps happening, I’ll try to convince her to see the doctor. Just pay attention and if it keeps happening, we will say something. You are right though. On Lucy’s birthday, she didn’t really want to eat anything. Usually, we all love her cake and you were there to make some good food.”

“Right?” Negan breathed feeling a bit worried when he thought about everything that had been going on. In the months that Joel had been injured, they had Lucy’s birthday and Nolan’s. Those were two of the really good days that all of them had, but Joel wasn’t wrong. Shaking his head, Negan didn’t want his fears getting the worst of him when he looked down at Joel again. “We need to get you moving again because it was Nolan’s birthday wish to get you better.”

“We have to be realistic Negan, I’m trying, but if my body isn’t capable…” Joel frowned looking down to his injured leg showing that he could roll it a bit because he still have movement in his hip, but other than that there wasn’t much more that he could do. “I would do anything for that boy, y’know that.”

“I do, but I still don’t feel like you’re trying hard enough,” Negan reached for Joel to help him up from the ground. Giving Joel his cane, Negan stretched out his lengthy body and groaned. “We need to get you to start trying to not count on that cane to move Joel.”

“Oh yeah? How do you suggest we do that?” Joel balanced his weight, a loud grunt falling from his throat when he hit the ground hard. Negan had kicked his cane out from underneath him. This time Joel was actually hurt and Negan realized he could have done that better after he let out an uncomfortable breath. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Well, what are you going to do if I’m not here? How are you going to get up?” Negan reached for Joel’s cane making Joel hiss out when he pushed himself up into a seated position showing that he had actually scratched himself up a bit in the fall.

“You do realize my leg is still healing, right?” Joel was actually frustrated this time and Negan could see it. “That was really stupid. It could have hurt my leg more.”

“After I did it, I realized how fucking idiotic it was. Yes,” Negan swung Joel’s cane about watching Joel reach out for the cane as if demanding it from Negan. “Nope. You have to get up on your own Joel.”

“Damn it Negan, give it back,” Joel snapped from where he was laid out on the ground, his face angry and his southern drawl full of venom. The sound of the door opening was heard again and it was obvious that Y/N had seen Joel’s fall which drew her outside, but Negan held his hand up to make her wait. A disappointed breath fell from her throat when she realized this was one of Negan’s ploys. “I can’t move without the fucking thing.”

“At some point, we’re going to have to get you to try to put some strength back on that leg so you won’t need this,” Negan spun the cane around watching Joel trying to pull himself up, his face turning red when he did it. “Try and get up on your own.”

“I can’t move my fucking leg,” Joel snarled and Negan looked to his injured leg making Negan shrug his shoulders dramatically and hold his arms up in the air. Trying to pull himself up again, Joel let out a sound that made it seem like he was in excruciating pain when he dropped back in the grass and covered his face with his large hands. “You are the worst physical therapist. Who the hell takes away a disabled man’s cane so he will fall on the fucking ground?”

“Listen, you’re dropping a whole lot of fuck bombs on me, but you’re not trying to get up here,” Negan pointed out making Joel’s hands drag down over his face to glare out at Negan. “What happened to the master of meditation. Most people would have not lived through what you did out there Joel. You taught me that meditation helps you turn your brain off to the pain. You got hurt and I know you’re in pain, but you’re the one that was so big on meditation. Turn off those pain receptors and get up.”

“I can’t even meditate right now Negan. I can’t move my leg like that,” Joel threw his hands up in defeat before shaking his head. “I don’t even know how I lived through that attack Negan. Twice I should have died and I didn’t.”

“No, I don’t like that attitude. You fought. You showed me where you were on the map. Remember? We marked the areas for people to avoid The Empty when they went out on future runs. I know how far you made it on death’s door Joel. Your leg didn’t work then, but you made it miles on your own bleeding out,” Negan reminded Joel how he had found him originally when he was injured. “Do you remember what you told me when I found you? I couldn’t believe you made it that far and you told me that you kept thinking of one thing.”

“My family,” Joel grumbled under his breath, his cheeks flushing over with red when he felt bad about himself and the person he had become. He went from being potentially the strongest person in Arcadia to being disabled because of his leg. “I wish I could control this Negan.”

“I think your brain is holding you back,” Negan pointed at his head, clearing his throat with an uneven breath. “You don’t think you deserve to be happy. We talked about this. You think because of what you did to escape that you don’t deserve to be here. You’re depressed. You’re letting that control your mind. But you did what you had to in order to survive and get back to your family. Now, we just have to get you back to somewhat normal so you can continue to protect your family.”

“They still have you Negan,” Joel reminded Negan with a frown, lowering his head to look down at his leg. Hitting at his leg made Joel let out a frustrated sound while Negan lowered down to stare out at Joel with a shake of his head. “I have been trying Negan. I’m trying.”

“I am nowhere near as strong as you are. I would have died out there if it happened to me,” Negan suggested, his hazel eyes suddenly very serious seeing that Joel was getting emotional over the fact that he felt useless. “I know you better than anyone Joel. You still have nightmares about what you did. I can tell because every night you shake. Y/N might think your nightmares are about what happened to you, but it’s what you did to those people. Those people who wanted to kill you and your family. Stop letting them control you.”

“Negan,” Joel went to say something, but his emotions were still high and he lowered his head. “I wish I could blame that when it comes to my leg.”

“It’s part of it. You aren’t allowing yourself to get better. Think about your family. Think about Lucy, Nolan, Y/N, me…” Negan slowly stood up watching Joel’s forehead crease while his eyes followed Negan’s movements. There was a sadness and a sense of anger in Joel’s eyes while he stared up at Negan. “You can be mad at me all you want, but you know I’m right. So, get up.”

“I can’t you dumbass,” Joel snarled at his husband managing to slide back on the grass trying to pull himself up, grimacing while he struggled to even get himself up to his good knee. “What part of I can’t move my leg doesn’t register in that brain of yours?”

“You’re being very fucking cranky,” Negan pointed his finger out spinning it in the direction of Joel noticing the way that Joel’s green-hazel eyes were locked on him with a sense of rage. “If you’re not going to be able to use that leg again, then you are going to have to learn to make yourself useful without it.”

“Give him his cane back Negan,” Y/N finally called out from where she was standing on the steps making both men turn their heads to look at her. Joel lowered his head embarrassed that she was there and he stroked his fingers through his short hair. Although it was amusing that both men had the same haircut previously, Joel had cut his hair on his own after a few people called him Negan. Now he had a similar haircut that was close to what he had when she had first met him.

“No,” Negan shook his head, making Y/N walk out to them and he kept a firm hold of the cane. “He doesn’t have faith that he will get better so he never will. If he has a reason to keep moving then he will start having faith.”

“You know just as well as I do that the doctor said there was that chance that my leg would never move again,” Joel reminded Negan who continued to wait for Joel to try to move. Bracing himself, Joel started trying to pull himself up attempting to pull his leg with him to use it as a brace. “Negan, give me the damn cane.”

“Come take it from me,” Negan held it out for Joel watching Joel’s face scrunch up in frustration. Joel’s face was turning red while he tried using his arm strength to pull himself up, but ultimately Joel just fell back on the ground in defeat. After giving up, Nolan had obviously spotted him on the ground when he was passing the front door and Negan’s son stepped out on the porch with a sense of worry flooding his features.

“Dad?” Nolan muttered from the stairs seeing that Joel moved his arm that was resting over his eyes to see the worried expression over Nolan’s features. “Do you need help?”

“Shit,” Joel let out a saddened breath knowing that having his son seeing him fail was not something that he wanted Nolan to see. “I just needed a breather, Nolan. I’ll be okay.”

“I can come help you,” Nolan stepped down the steps, his concerned eyes gazing over Joel. Joel looked conflicted now that he had both Nolan and Y/N watching him ultimately be a failure and not being able to help himself. “I know you can do this, but I know that it also has to hurt. So I understand if you can’t.”

Joel gave Negan one final glare before grabbing his injured leg to place it a certain way before groaning out pushing himself up onto one knee. Using his strength, Joel shakily stammered to his feet, falling forward only to be caught by Negan who gave him a proud smile, “See, I told you that you could get up.”

“That hurt like hell,” Joel whispered trying to grimace through the pain when he reached for the cane that was in Negan’s hand. Bopping Negan on the head with the cane he heard Negan huff out when Joel limped over toward Nolan. “I’m sorry buddy.”

“He really just hit me with his cane like a ninety-year-old man,” Negan pointed out with a surprised expression when Y/N moved in beside him. Nolan was helping Joel toward the steps of the porch to get him to sit down.

“Probably the best use he’s found with that cane,” Y/N declared with a frown when she reached out to stroke her hands in over the center of Negan’s chest. “You kind of deserved worse than that. That was quite malicious what you had done.”

“He was able to get up, wasn’t he?” Negan whispered, pulling her in closer to him so he could wrap her up in his arms. Negan nuzzled his nose in against the side of Y/N’s neck before lifting his stare to see that Nolan was hugging Joel who seemed lost inside of himself. “He needs to be persuaded the hard way to fix himself Y/N. A lot of what is going on with him is mental.”

“What does that mean?” Y/N lifted her head to look up at him with a worried stare.

“It means…” Negan knew that Joel told him everything about what happened with those in The Empty that Joel killed, but Joel never told Y/N about it. There was no way that he could just blurt it out to Y/N because that wasn’t his place to tell anyone what Joel told him in confidence. “He just thinks a lot about what happened when The Empty took him. He needs to think about his family. Family is the one thing that persuades Joel to do things. You saw how he reacted when Nolan came out. He did it for him. Joel needs family to help him get strong. It was an asshole thing for me to do and I know that, but it worked. The power of persuasion when it comes to things you love is really big.”

Looking over her shoulder, Y/N saw the way Joel was cuddling Nolan in close to him and it was visible that Joel was emotional about what he had just done, but she didn’t know if what Negan had just done actually helped him or not.

----

“Hey you,” Y/N moved into the bedroom after Joel had asked Negan for help going up the stairs to rest for a while. Joel was laid out at the center of the bed, his arms folded behind his head while he stared up at the ceiling. It was obvious that he was deep in thought. When he heard her, his head lowered and his green-hazel eyes met hers. “You okay?”

“Where are Negan and the kids?” Joel used his arm strength to pull himself up into a seated position on the bed, pressing his back against the headboard.

“Negan is doing some work around the farm and they wanted to help him,” she informed Joel, closing the door behind her and heading over toward the bed to sit beside Joel. It was the first time she had really gotten to have some alone time with Joel in quite some time so she took it. Negan asked if she wanted to help with the farm work, but her mind was on Joel and how he had been feeling lately. “You didn’t answer me.”

“I’m here,” Joel responded with a sigh, shrugging with his answer. “I’m kind of a mess.”

“You’re my favorite mess,” she reached out to brush her fingers into Joel’s short hair, letting out an amused breath that made him tip his head to the side. “I miss your longer hair.”

“You actually liked that side sweep, huh?” Joel lifted his hand up to wrap his fingers loosely around Y/N’s wrist, caressing the pad of his thumb over her pulse point. “I’ll try and let it grow out. I just didn’t like the cut that Negan gave me. Him and I are completely different sizes, but people were always calling me Negan because of the hair. I’m okay with him and Nolan having the same haircut, but it just feels weird with me having it. It was an edgy cut and I’ve never been…like that. Negan and I are very different…”

“No shit…” she breathed out with a wink making Joel laugh before sighing and hooking his fingers with hers. “Are you okay with Negan doing physical therapy with you? I realize he’s a bit of a brute and things would probably be better if the doctors were actually making time for you instead.”

“Negan is perfect, he just gets on my nerves and that’s probably a good thing,” Joel informed her with a simple shake of his head. Joel knew that Y/N was nervous about how things were and he didn’t blame her, but he couldn’t help getting angry with Negan sometimes just because he wasn’t used to that kind of behavior. Joel knew Negan was good for him though. “I need someone to give me shit and give me a hard time. Not someone who is going to baby me. Someone who coddles me isn’t going to help me. Negan understands that, which is why he is perfect. He wants me better. I know that. I just get grumpy sometimes, especially when I’m in pain.”

“Oh, you get grumpy sometimes?” she teased him with a mischievous smile that made Joel roll his eyes and snicker. “I wouldn’t know that. It’s not like I’ve been married to you for over twelve years or anything.”

“Oh hush,” Joel waved his free hand about. “I agree that some of Negan’s choices are questionable, but they are effective.”

“Lay down,” she instructed making Joel tip his head to the side and she spun her finger in the air multiple times. “You listen to Negan, now listen to me. I’m going to give you a massage. I think you deserve it after everything you’ve gone through today.”

“Oh, well then I’m okay with that,” Joel declared sliding down in the bed, letting out an awkward breath when she crawled in over him. Swallowing down hard, Joel’s lips parted and he let out a sigh when she started rubbing his shoulders. There was definitely some pain in the shoulder he had been shot in, but he assumed it would be sore for a majority of his life. “You know, I didn’t think you would be mounting me in order to give me a massage.”

“Typical male,” she rolled her eyes while caressing down over the center of his chest before back toward his shoulders again. It made Joel’s eyebrows bounce up and he looked down between them to see that her hips were hovering over his. “Turn off the horny for a minute.”

“Right…like you didn’t know that crawling in over me like this wouldn’t get my mind thinking things,” Joel snorted, his eyebrow arching in curiosity while her caress slid down over his abdomen. A frown tugged at his lips when she adjusted her positioning so she was no longer over him and she was caressing over his injured leg. “That was rude.”

“I was actually just trying to make you feel better,” her nose wrinkled and she smirked while she caressed over his body trying to work out the tight muscles. “I think he’s working you too hard.”

“Sometimes I think he should work me harder because I need to progress better. It’s been a few months, I should be better off than this. If I don’t start to get some feeling in my leg, there is a strong chance that I may never get it back. I don’t want that,” Joel acknowledged with a wince when she slid her fingers further up over toward his hip making him smirk. “That’s where I was stabbed and I do feel that.”

“I’m sorry,” she pulled back, pushing at the material of his sweatpants that he was wearing to look at the healing flesh that was there from where he had been stabbed. At this point it was mostly just a scar, but she could imagine that it was definitely sensitive for him. “It looks okay.”

“I’m scarred to high hell,” Joel frowned knowing that he had already had that major scar on his abdomen and back from before, but now he was covered in them. “Might as well just label me as Scar because I probably have more than anyone here.”

“And you’re still incredibly sexy,” she hushed him continuing to rub down over his injured leg. After a while, she started to notice that there was a tent at the center of Joel’s sweatpants and her eyes lifted to his. “Are you sure you don’t feel anything?”

“I don’t,” Joel was honest, his chest rising and falling heavily when he saw that her eyes were focused over the center of his pants. “Yeah, we found out that my dick still works and I’m really sorry, but I see you caressing my leg like that after you were just mounting me…the blood just started flowing there. I’m sorry. I might not be feeling you touching my leg, but my mind is thinking…things and I’m so sorry dear. I’m a man and I’ve not really had a lot of sex in the last few months. Not that that’s a good excuse.”

“No, please don’t say I’m sorry. I’m glad that I can still, well…” she smirked continuing to caress over Joel’s thigh making him grumble and cover his eyes. “I’m glad that I can still make you hard. The two of us haven’t slept together since that night at the apartments. So I wasn’t sure if I could still make you get an erection.”

“Obviously,” Joel chuckled pulling his hands away from his eyes, raising up on his elbows. The facial expression he had made it seem like he thought she was insane for even thinking that he wouldn’t be turned on by her. “The day before I got hurt you rode the hell out of me. I mean, that was some of the best sex I’ve had in a very long time. You took control, you knew what you wanted and shit it was incredible. Why wouldn’t you get me hard?”

“I don’t know, I have bad self-esteem sometimes,” she shrugged, caressing her hands up and over Joel’s hips making him suck in a sharp breath. It had been an exceedingly long time since she had slept with either Negan or Joel. They were all just so busy that by the end of the day they were all so exhausted and they just crashed once they finally had alone time. “You know me.”

“I do know you. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known, you should never feel bad about yourself. You are the best mother, the biggest badass and so beautiful,” Joel growled noticing the way that her fingertips slid in underneath the waistband of his sweatpants to caress at the flesh that was right beneath it. “I guess I should be happy that part of me still works. I was worried at first that I wouldn’t be able to feel things or get it up.”

“Sit up,” she ordered Joel and without question he did what she asked of him. Reaching for the t-shirt that he was wearing, she pulled it up his body and tossed it aside on the floor. Placing her hand at the center of his chest, she urged him to lean back against the bed. Joel’s breathing grew louder while she palmed down over the center of his chest and over his lower abdomen. Joel’s eyebrow arched when she focused on the scars that were left over his chiseled form.

“You feel bad for me when you see my scars,” Joel pointed out with a loud swallow knowing that he was still self-conscious about them. “I’ve lost some of my muscle definition and now I’m covered in scars. You and Negan always loved my chest and my arms.”

“I love every part of you,” she hushed him, lowering down to kiss over the scars that were left over his flesh. Taking her time, she could feel Joel caressing over her shoulders and it made her smile. “You act like you’ve got a dad bod and you don’t. If anything, your chest and arms are still exceedingly nice because you are bracing the entirety of your strength on them. But even if you had a bit of a belly, which you don’t, I would still find you crazy sexy.”

“You’re too good to me,” Joel lifted his fingers, to caress over her jawline when taking in a sharp breath.

“And you’re too good for me, yet…here we are,” she dragged her fingers through the dark hair covering his torso. Getting on her knees, she hovered over him for a moment before depositing a kiss over his lips making him hum in the moment. The placement of her kisses lowered from his lips, down over his jawline following the lengths of his body down over the center of his chest and toward his lower abdomen. Wet kisses continued at the waistband of his sweatpants before she reached for the top of his pants. Covering his hips with faint, tender kisses had him taking in a sharp breath before moaning out.

“Y/N, you don’t have to feel empathy for me you know,” Joel noticed the way she was pampering the certain areas of his torso that would make him a shuddering mess.

“I don’t,” she breathed hearing Joel chuckle when she said it so blatantly like that. Lifting her head, a wicked smirk was pressed in over her features as she shrugged her shoulders. “What I mean is that I’m more so turned on by the idea of you getting a hard on over this. It has nothing to do with empathy.”

“Oh, I see,” Joel nodded, his head tipping back when he laughed and he felt her tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants making him groan when the warmth of her fingers wrapped around his solid length. “I think you and Negan just like the idea of taking advantage of a disabled man.”

“I mean, you’re not wrong,” she teased him placing soft kisses over his rigid manhood making Joel’s brow line crease. Licking his lips, Joel reached out with his hand to stroke over the side of Y/N’s face. “It does have a certain appeal to it.”

“The two of you are crazy,” Joel breathed letting out a sigh when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and brought him to her lips. When she parted her wet lips and took him in her mouth, Joel let out a moan and did his best to keep his eyes focused on her. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to get better between you and Negan. Not that I’m going to want to if the two of you are going to keep pampering me like this.”

Joel let out an immediate groan when he felt her taking him back in her throat. The motion had his hips arching up toward her involuntarily and a wet sound filled the air. Looking down, he enjoyed the sight of his wife pleasuring him and bit down on his bottom lip. It felt like both Negan and Y/N were out to pamper him and he didn’t know if it was because they felt bad for him, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“Y/N,” Joel panted lifting up on his elbows while he watched her pleasuring him. Closing his eyes, Joel felt his jaw tensing up and he shook his head. “Stop, stop.”

“What’s wrong?” she pulled her mouth from his body with a wet sound watching the way that he pulled himself up against the headboard again.

“Take your pants off,” Joel instructed seeing her smirk before getting up from the bed. Joel cleared his throat when he watched her head over to the door to lock it. Joel felt his heart skip a beat when she stripped off her pants and her panties before crawling in over him. “I wish we had more interesting positions we could do here, but I’m kind of limited at the moment.”

“You know I like being in control,” she hushed him, letting out a tense sound when Joel reached for her shirt and tugged it up over the lengths of her body when she lowered her hips in closer to him.

“Oh, I’m very aware,” Joel slurred, his eyebrows bouncing up when she reached between the two of them to lead him into her making them both release a moan when he entered her. Taking some time to lower herself down over him, she got used to the feeling again while she felt Joel’s hands caressing up and over the sides of her body. Fumbling with the back of her bra, Joel had some issues getting her bra open making her laugh. “I’m trying here…”

“Right,” she started confidently moving her hips over his, meeting his lips in a fervent kiss. Joel finally got the material pulled apart before pulling it from her arms to toss it beside the bed.

“Fuck,” Joel buried his nose against the side of Y/N’s neck while she rolled her hips over his body causing desperate moans to fall from his throat. “I hate to say this…but being injured hasn’t been that bad. I mean, it’s bad, but I’ve like some of the benefits.”

“What?” she chuckled with a chill flooding her spine when Joel’s fingers dug firmly into her hips. “Why would you say something like that?”

“You and Negan have been pampering the fuck out of me and this whole being controlled thing? I’m all for it,” Joel nipped a the side of her neck, moaning loudly when she used his body in a way that made her feel good. “It makes me not want to get better.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she purred, tugging at his hair making him growl out. Joel’s right arm slid firmly around her waist, helping her movements over his manhood before his head dropped down to kiss over the side of her neck, toward her collarbone and down between the valley of her breasts. The pampered kisses had her tipping her head back while she continued to roll her hips over his enjoying the way that he felt inside of her. A whimper escaped her throat when she felt his tongue lapping at her nipple before suckling tenderly at it. Sliding his left hand up her body, he cupped her breast in his palm making her wince. “Jesus Joel!”

“What’d I do?” Joel jumped, his head pulling back and away when he saw her reaching for her breast to touch it. “What is it?”

“It’s just…tender,” she explained, blowing it off watching his hands settle at her hips. Joel’s eyes were staring at her breasts, his lips parted while he looked her over. After a while, she noticed the way he was looking at her. “What?”

“Are you pregnant?” Joel blurt out making Y/N let out an offended sound and immediately he regretted asking it. “Oh, I don’t mean that in a bad way.”

“Am I looking fat?” she questioned making Joel shake his head. It seemed like he was at a loss for words, trying to not offend her, but he couldn’t help letting out an anxious laugh. “Why would you even ask me that?”

“Well…” Joel felt her movements stop over him and he groaned out, dropping his head back against the headboard. “Please…please don’t stop.”

“Joel!” she hit at the center of his chest hearing him groan, biting into his bottom lip while she stayed stagnant over him.

“Negan said you’ve been feeling dizzy, you’re nauseous, your breasts are tender…I’ve been with you every time you’ve been pregnant,” Joel suggested, gazing over her breasts and offering up a wicked smirk. “And your breasts look…bigger. Not that they aren’t looking incredible all the time because they do, but…”

“I’m not pregnant Joel,” she snorted watching Joel throw his hands up in the air almost in a defensive position. “I’m not.”

“Okay, I was wrong. I’m sorry,” Joel apologized, caressing in over the side of her neck leaning up to kiss her over and over again. It drew her to wrap her arms around his shoulders so she had some advantage in the power of her movements over him. When things felt good, she would add more strength to her movements making Joel moan out. Digging her fingers into his hair, she felt her own heart racing while she worked to bring the both of them to an orgasm. “I love you so much.”

While having Joel hold her in his arms, she knew that she was breathless while she tried to think about what he had mentioned. Trying to recall the last time she had her period, she really couldn’t think about it. She had been so focused on the town and everything happening that she wasn’t really thinking about her period. Then again, it wouldn’t have been the first time that she had gone a few months without having her period. It’s just since Arcadia had been properly established, she had noticed she was pretty regular.

Kissing at the side of Joel’s neck, she stroked her fingers through Joel’s short beard and took her time to gather herself. There was no way that she would have been pregnant. The last time she had sex was months ago with Negan and Joel. She’d be bigger than this by now. Right?

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After Joel had fallen asleep, Y/N had headed back downstairs where she knew that Negan was with the children. The sounds of giggling was heard making her head toward the office to stand at the partially opened doorway. Leaning against the door frame, she watched Negan read a story to both Lucy and Nolan who were cuddled up with him. Negan was reading to them in silly voices making them both laugh at his antics which brought her extreme amounts of happiness.

Watching them together made her think about what Joel had asked her earlier. It made her think back on how she didn’t want to have another child because worrying about Nolan and Lucy was more than enough for her. When Negan kept pushing for them to have another child, she wasn’t very pro that decision because she thought having one son and one daughter was more than enough. So what if she was pregnant? Right now really wasn’t the time for that. Joel and Negan were both great fathers, but Joel was injured and could barely move on his own without his cane.

There was so much going on. The Empty was still out there. Joel was trying to get better. She was in charge of the community. A pregnancy just wasn’t in the playing cards right now, so she hoped that maybe it was a thought of Joel’s that may have just been brought about by him maybe not realizing his own power in the way that he touched her breast. At least, that was the most she could hope for.

As Negan finished up with the story, Lucy cuddled in closer beside Negan and looked up at him, “You should read us another story.”

“It’s bedtime Sunshine,” Negan closed up the book and set it down in his lap before curling his arms around both Nolan and Lucy’s shoulder to bring them in for a big group hug. “We have a busy day tomorrow. I promise I will read another story to you tomorrow.”

“Dad, come on,” Nolan tried to push his father for another story making Negan let out a long exhale.

“Just read them another one, you know they are going to sucker you into it,” Y/N muttered surprising the three of them that she was there watching them. Negan smirked and pointed over toward the shelves of the books that Joel had collected in his time being at Arcadia. “You’re a sucker. I hope you know that.”

“Runs in the family,” Negan joked watching Y/N head over toward the shelves to look for a certain book. When she found it, she handed it over to Negan watching the way he eyed over the book.

“This was Nolan’s favorite when he was Lucy’s age. You don’t mind if Negan reads this one, do you?” Y/N questioned her son and immediately Nolan shook his head. Sitting beside Nolan, she pulled him into her arms and heard her son laughing when she kissed at the side of his face. “I love you so much. You know that?”

“I love you too mom,” Nolan got comfortable in her arms allowing her to hold onto him while they all got comfortable on the couch together. It wasn’t a short story and Y/N knew that, but she wanted to spend some time with her family. The last few months were so busy that she didn’t really feel like she had a lot of down time with her children. So this was something that she was going to enjoy.

It was already late into the night, so by the time that they were done, Lucy had fallen asleep against Negan’s chest and Nolan was still awake, but just barely. Negan finished with the book and set it aside on the couch.

“You want to take the little one and I’ll get the big guy?” Negan looked down at Lucy, caressing over her shoulders with a smile.

“Deal,” Y/N gave a wink, carefully standing up before picking Lucy up in her arms. Lucy wrapped her arms around Y/N’s shoulders. Lucy’s tired eyes opened and she waved with a yawn.

“Goodnight Ne…daddy,” Lucy had to correct herself making Negan smile that she was trying so hard to remember to call him dad now. He told her that she didn’t have to, but she kept at it. “Goodnight Nolan.”

“Goodnight Lucy,” Nolan waved to his little sister, laughing when he felt Negan picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Nolan’s laughter filled the air when Negan spun him around. Clutching to his father tightly, he heard Negan snickering as well before carrying Nolan up the stairs like this. “You’re not going to drop me, are you?”

“Of course not,” Negan stammered following Y/N up the stairs keeping a strong hold of Nolan. “Dang kiddo. You are super fucking tall and you’re just twelve. You’re going to be taller than me when you’re fully grown.”

“Dad,” Nolan gasped when Negan pulled him forward to hold Nolan in his arms making Negan smile. “I’m never going to forgive you if you drop me.”

“I would never drop you,” Negan assure his son heading toward Nolan’s bedroom to carefully lower Nolan into his bed. With a wink, Negan reached for Nolan’s covers to start pulling them up and over his son’s body. “I love you kiddo. See, no dropping.”

“One day, I’m going to carry you like that. I hope you know that,” Nolan pushed Negan in the chest playfully before Negan lowered down to press a kiss over Nolan’s forehead.

“I have no doubts about that. You’re going to be a strong little man,” Negan gave his son a wink before rubbing his fingers through his son’s matching haircut. Tipping his head to the side, Negan couldn’t help but find himself happy while he stared down at his son. “Get some sleep. I need your help around the farm tomorrow.”

“You got it,” Nolan offered up a big smile to his father before looking to his bedroom door to see that Y/N was standing there waiting for Negan. “Goodnight mom.”

“Goodnight baby,” Y/N moved into the room to lower down to press a kiss over Nolan’s forehead making Nolan smile happily. “You’re always going to be my baby, no matter how big you get. You know that, right?”

“Of course,” Nolan reached up to place his hand in over Y/N’s seeing the way that she was staring down at him. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I just really love you,” Y/N muttered with a whisper, stroking her fingers through Nolan’s hair. “You and your sister mean everything to me.”

“We know that,” Nolan insisted with a nod of his head, reaching for the teddy bear that was his that he still kept with him in bed. “I love you and both of my dads very much.”

“We know you do buddy,” Negan assured his son with a sigh, getting up from the bed and heading for the door. Y/N gave Nolan another kiss on the head before heading for the door. Negan smiled, waving to Nolan who waved back and cuddled into his bed. “Goodnight little man.”

When they closed the door, Negan and Y/N stood in the hallway. It was silent, Negan’s hazel eyes staring into hers when he looked over toward their bedroom, “How is Joel?”

“He’s in better spirits,” she didn’t exactly want to elaborate what that meant considering what went down between them. “I told him I thought you were being too hard on him, but he thinks you’re the best possible physical therapist he can get. He doesn’t want to have someone who is going to baby him. He thinks your way of doing things actually helps him more than anyone else could.”

“Ah, see, I know how to work with him,” Negan smirked, reaching up to stroke at the back of his neck letting out a long sigh. “It took a while to figure it out but getting him angry is the best way to make him do things. Either that or using his family. I really do think sometimes it’s more so a lock in his mind. Sometimes I notice him moving even if it’s not much. We’ve been working a lot together and it’s not me just being hopeful.”

“I wish that was true,” she looked toward the door with a worried expression. “Negan, what’s going on with him?”

“I…” Negan swallowed down hard, motioning her to follow him down the stairs again. When they headed to the office, he picked up the book he had left on the couch and returned it to its former position. Y/N took a seat on the couch and waited for Negan to say something, but when he turned to face her, he folded his arms out in front of his chest. “I can’t tell you.”

“What do you mean that you can’t tell me?” she tipped her head to the side, stroking down over the side of her face. “Joel is my husband you know. He was for over twelve years.”

“And he’s been my husband for about a half a year, I understand that you have that over me, but if you tell me something in confidence, I wouldn’t tell his ass either,” Negan explained, throwing his right hand up in the air. It was clear that he was conflicted with what he wanted to say to her, but ultimately, he sighed. “Just…some dark shit happened when he was taken by The Empty and it really bothers him. I think it’s blocking him from healing.”

“Are you suddenly a priest? He told you something in confidence?” she repeated what he said making Negan snort. “That’s not the Negan that I know.”

“The Negan you knew is not the same man that stands before you,” Negan insisted with a firm shake of his head. “I know I was a certain way for a long time, but I’m trying to be better. For you, for Joel…for the kids. I want to be the best version of me that I can be.”

“God, I want to be mad at you and then you go and say shit like that,” she sighed, lowering her head to bury her head into her hands. Negan sighed and headed to sit down beside her on the couch to caress over her shoulders in a supportive sweep. “I’m just really worried about him Negan. I don’t know what to do to help him.”

“Leave that bit to me,” Negan whispered, resting his head in against her shoulder while he took his time to caress over her back. “You both are so stressed. When all you really need to realize right now is that we are here. We are together. Family is the thing that keeps us all fighting. We need to cherish every moment of that.”

Lifting her head, Y/N’s eyes searched Negan’s before she swiftly move forward to wrap her fingers around the back of Negan’s neck to pull him into a kiss. It surprised Negan at first, but he eagerly kissed her back, his tongue brushing between her lips making her whimper. Gasping out, she felt Negan reaching for her leg to pull her in over his lap. Caressing up and over the sides of her body, Negan dropped his head back against the couch and cleared his throat.

“What was that for?” Negan’s fingers pushed underneath her shirt to stroke at her flesh at her lower back.

“I’m just very emotional lately,” she explained with a frown, cupping his face in her hands while stroking her thumbs over the sides of his face. “There is a lot going on and my brain is just…”

“It’s okay to get emotional sometimes,” Negan whispered, lifting up enough to press faint kisses all over her face before finally meeting her lips in another passionate kiss that took her breath away. “You’ve gone through a lot and I don’t think you’ve even had time to register. We found Joel and you had to just go straight into working again. You never take a break.”

“I’d be lost without you,” she whispered, dragging her thumb out over Negan’s bottom lip and he kissed at the pad of it. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here. I don’t think I could have been the leader and taken care of Joel at the same time. You don’t think he is upset with me for not having a lot of time to be with him, do you?”

“If anything, I think he feels bad that the weight of everything has fallen on your shoulders. He loves you so very much,” Negan informed her, dragging his thumb over her jawline making her lean into his touch. Lifting up, he pressed wet kisses down over the side of her neck and growled against her flesh. “We both do, you have to know that.”

“I slept with Joel today,” she blurt out making Negan snort and chuckle against the side of her neck making chills run down her spine. Pulling back, Negan’s thick eyebrows arched up and he shrugged. “I just thought I should tell you.”

“Good, do you want to sleep with me today too?” Negan offered making her half laugh before looking down between them. “Did you think I would get upset if you slept with Joel…or…? We’re all together. I want you two to still be as close as you were before I got here. But I don’t mind sleeping with you or him if you two already got it on earlier in the day.”

“I just don’t want to keep things from you,” she whispered watching Negan shrug his shoulders and let out another deep, raspy laugh.

“Thank you for telling me?” Negan bobbed his head about before adjusting her to lean her back against the couch. Reaching for her pants, he tugged them from her body and tossed them aside. “Just makes me hotter thinking about the two of you together. You never have to worry about that.”

“Negan,” she breathed out feeling him hooking his fingers into her panties to get them from her body as well before reaching for his belt to undo it. Licking her lips, she watched Negan pull down his zipper before opening his pants fully to reach inside to pull out his hard cock. Watching Negan stroke his fingers over his erection made her mouth go dry before letting out a nervous breath when Negan lowered in over her. Negan traced the tip of his length through her sensitive folds before leading his body to her entrance and pushing forward. A gasp fell from her throat before Negan’s lips claimed hers. This time Negan was in control of things and it was vastly different from what she had experienced with Joel, but she assumed that’s why Negan was doing it this way.

“Did you still like riding his hard cock?” Negan growled against her earlobe, taking his time to roll his hips against hers again and again. The soft smacks of their skin together filled the small office along with their faint moans. “Did he enjoy it?”

“He told me he never wants to get better if you and I keep pampering him like we do,” she informed Negan hearing him chuckle against the side of her neck. It made her shudder at the sensation before Negan started peppering kisses over her jawline. “Negan…”

Trying to silence her moans, she hooked her fingers into Negan’s hair and buried her head against the side of his neck knowing that she wasn’t very good at staying quiet. Pants filled the air and she could feel Negan slide his left hand up underneath her shirt, his large palm caressing in over her breast making her immediately wince.

“Fuck,” she hissed making Negan pull his hand back immediately, his eyes staring down at her wondering if he had done something to hurt her. After she had been so sensitive both times, she let out a long exhale and sighed. “Shit.”

“What’d I do?” Negan searched her eyes, his movements had stopped completely and he waited to make sure that everything was okay. “Y/N?”

“It’s nothing,” she pulled him down closer to her knowing that in her mind something was going on, but she didn’t want to throw it on him right now. “Just keep going.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan agreed, lowering back in over her and taking his time to thrust over her. This was drawn out extensively and by the time they were done, they both were laying on the couch together with Negan having her wrapped up in his arms.

“I sometimes wonder if this whole thing happened because I was a bad person,” she informed Negan, drawing circles at his lower abdomen just under his navel from where his shirt was lifted up revealing his slender abdomen.

“Say what?” Negan grunted, his facial expression clearly confused when she lifted her head to look up at him.

“I don’t know Negan. I think sometimes my punishment for this was all of the shit we went through. I knew you were married when I was younger and I continued to see you. What we did to Lucille was awful. Maybe I deserved all the pain and suffering I went through,” she thought aloud making Negan immediately shake his head and let out a huff. “I was so hooked on the idea of you leaving Lucille for me because I loved you so fucking much that I never thought about how horrible I was actually being. Looking back on it now, I don’t blame Lucille for doing what she did to me. I was awful. If there is such a thing as the afterlife, Lucille deserves to knock me out with a right hook once I reach it.”

“To be fair, it’s all my fault that it was happening. I knew what I needed to do to keep you there,” Negan insisted with a grunt, his eyebrows showing an array of emotion while he tried to take in what she said. “Y/N, that’s all on me. You tried to leave me multiple times, but I always kept you there because I knew what to say and what to do. And even at that, this happened to the whole world Y/N. If this is your punishment, I’d say you lucked out. You got married to the nicest guy on the planet and he’s pretty fucking hot. You have two incredible fucking kids. You both are the leaders of this really nice community…”

“But I’ve almost lost Joel twice and to get to this point was rough. You and I were separated for twelve years Negan. I thought you were dead that whole time,” she lifted up to stroke down over the side of his face. “I loved you so much when I was younger, I would have done anything to be with you.”

“And you’re with me. And we have a beautiful son,” Negan hushed her, curling his finger in underneath her jaw and caressing tenderly over her flesh. “You are right here with me. Nothing is taking me away from you anytime soon. I’ve been trying to spend every day of my life making up on the missed time. That’s why I do what I do with you, Joel and the kids. I want to be there for you. And same with Ghost. He's around here somewhere just lounging around. I missed out on so much and I don’t want to regret the past or think about what could be. I like what we have right here and right now. Joel is still alive. You’re alive. I’m alive. We need to focus on that and be happy. We found our own little miracle in each other. And I’m not letting go of that.”

“I love you so much,” she whispered meeting his lips in a loving sweep. When she pulled away, she couldn’t help but feel her heart racing.

“I love you too,” Negan declared with a big smile and a wink before hearing the door creaking making Negan lift his head when he saw Ghost walking into the room to check in on them. It made Negan thankful that they had pulled their clothes back on. “There is the little man.”

Reaching out to stroke over Ghost’s ears, Negan couldn’t help but smile with the way their dog enjoyed the petting he was getting. After a few minutes, Ghost groaned and lowered down to the ground to get comfortable by the couch with them, “Ghost and I have the same attitude. We’re old, we’re tired and we love our family.”

“Negan,” she looked down at the dog they had gotten together, reaching her hand down to pet over Ghost’s fur. “You’re right about a lot of things you know. We’re lucky to be here. And family is the thing that makes Joel fight. I have a feeling he’s going to have a boost for that soon.”

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“See, you made a lot of progress today,” Negan helped get Joel to the kitchen table once they had done Joel’s exercises outside. “And we didn’t even have to kick the cane out from you. You did it all on your own.”

“Thanks for not doing that,” Joel rest his cane against the table with a half-smile, accepting the glass of water that Negan brought to him. After they started to get comfortable at the table, they heard the sound of the front door opening.

“Hey?” Y/N called out making Negan look back over his shoulder. “Anyone home?”

“In the kitchen,” Negan hollered out hearing her swiftly moving through the house. When she realized it was just the two of them, she tipped her head to the side. “They are doing their homework upstairs because I promised them if they did, we would go get ice cream tonight and camp outside again.”

“What’s wrong?” Joel noticed the way that Y/N was breathing heavily. There was some color in her cheeks and he shifted forward in the chair that he was in. “Y/N?”

“I think this is something that you both need to hear,” Y/N began seeing the way that Joel stared out at her with big eyes. “I know it’s horrible timing. I know it’s wrong to have this happen now, but…”

“But?” Joel pulled himself up with a groan and wrapped his fingers firmly around the cane that helped to keep him balanced. “You’re making me nervous darlin’.”

“I’m pregnant,” she stammered making the glass that was in Negan’s hand drop to the ground and shatter. A moment later Negan was picking her up in his arms and spinning her around making her laugh. That was a pretty immediate reaction that had impressed Y/N. She knew this was everything that Negan had wanted and he proved that in his response. “You might want to be careful with that. I’m very nauseated right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Negan set her down on her feet and cupped her face in his hands. Negan let out a happy sound and Y/N turned her head to see Joel limping across the room to her. Pulling from Negan she headed over to Joel feeling his arm hooking around her shoulders to pull her into a hug and bury his nose against the side of her neck when he hugged her. “When did you find out?”

“Well I wasn’t feeling very good,” she answered noticing that Joel was holding her longer than normal, but she knew it was a special moment as she stroked her fingers through his hair. “I threw up a few times and just thought it was from the stress, but the other day when I was with Joel and he touched my breast, it hurt like hell. Originally, I thought it was Joel just unaware of his strength because he was injured, but he mentioned that he thought I was pregnant. I blew it off because I didn’t…I didn’t think things were good for that right now. But then when you touched my breast later in the day, it was still incredibly sensitive and that’s when I knew that Joel was right when you put things together.”

“See, sometimes I know what I’m talking about,” Joel grunted against the side of her neck, pressing a quick kiss there before pulling back enough to look her over. “Next time, don’t think I’m trying to call you fat or anything like that.”

“You thought she was pregnant and you didn’t say anything?” Negan grumbled making Joel’s face twist with confusion. “I thought she was pregnant, but I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t want to assume things.”

“Well congratulations you were both right,” she tossed her hands up in the air, seeing the way that Joel leaned against the edge of the table to help balance himself before reaching for her hand.

“How far along?” Joel’s deep, raspy southern drawl questioned, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand. Negan moved forward and reached for her other hand making her let out a nervous breath.

“I think we all know the answer to that. It has to be from the week that everything fell to shit. The other day is the first time I slept with you both since then,” Y/N announced, sliding her palm in over her stomach making the both of them nod. “The doc is going to get the ultrasound up and running. We’re going to be able to see it soon. I thought I would be bigger by now since that was months ago, but the doctor told me this is normal, so I guess…he thinks everything is okay right now.”

“Well then you definitely don’t know who the father is because you slept with Joel and I within a twenty-four-hour time-span,” Negan concluded making her nod slowly as he let out a tense breath.

“We weren’t going to care who the father was if she ended up getting pregnant,” Joel reminded Negan of what they had said previously, his green-hazel eyes locked on his lover when Negan mentioned it. “Remember? As long as she was pregnant the both of us would act accordingly. We are both the father. It doesn’t matter who the biological father is.”

“Of course it doesn’t matter,” Negan took a minute to agree with Joel, a half smirk pressing in over his features when Joel wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders to give her a hug again before allowing her to go to Negan. Negan’s thick eyebrows bounced up when he reached out to caress the back of his palm over her abdomen. “I can’t believe I finally get to be here for this…”

“We’re going to have to figure some stuff out here because this is going to be hard,” she spoke up enough to get Negan’s attention. “Having a baby isn’t easy. Especially with everything that has been going on. It’s going to be hard. We have to tell the kids and it’s going to take a shit load of planning. I hope you know that.”

“I’m ready,” Negan nodded his head, visibly the most excited of the three of them. “I’ll do whatever I have to make this whole thing work because I’ve never wanted something more than this in my whole life.”

#Jeffrey Dean Morgan #Negan #The Walking Dead #negan x reader #negan fanfiction #twd fanfiction

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artifanatik · 1 year

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Tim and Lucy are walking along their favorite hiking trail before shift. It has a good steady incline that’s not too hard for Kojo, but also has beautiful scenery and is relatively close to Tim’s house. Kojo is leading the way when he hesitates and looks bad at his parents.

“Oh my gosh, that’s a cow!”

Kojo can’t seem to decide whether he wants to hide or attack the calm beast.

“How observant of you.” Tim states without looking away from the cow, eyes wide.

“How did a cow get up here?”

“How should I know?”

Lucy takes a slow step forward and Kojo takes that as an okay to proceed forward. Tim holds his leash back.

“What are you doing, stay back!!”

“Cows are friendly!” Lucy assures, taking another slow step forward.

“Maybe if it was raised on a farm and is used to people. You don’t know where that thing came from!”

Lucy ignores him in favor of addressing the cow. “Hey buddy! Where did you come from? It must’ve been quite a hike for you to get up here!”

“You know it can’t understand you…”

“Please, like you don’t have full conversations with Kojo.”

“Kojo understands me. He is smart.”

“Cows are about as smart as dogs.” Lucy is now only about a dozen or so feet away from the cow.

“Lucy… Please stop. You are going to get hurt. The cow doesn’t know you!”

“It’ll be fine, Tim.” He can barely hear her as she doesn’t raise her voice, not wanting to spook the cow. The cow locks eyes with her and she smiles at it. “Hi!” The cows bristles and moo’s loudly. The look on it’s face, looking a lot less friendly suddenly. Lucy backs away slowly. “Okay, okay.”

The cow starts turning it’s body toward her as she starts to back away quicker and Tim starts to back away as well. “Run Lucy!” Lucy turns around and runs, Tim already running in the opposite direction, with Kojo on his heels. Tim weaves through trees, trying to put obstacles in the cows path, knowing how fast they can be, and pulls out his phone dialing 9-1-1. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“We are on Griffith Park Trail about 3 miles from the trail head and we are being chased by a cow!” Tim shouts, panting.

“I’m sorry, did you say a cow?”

“Yes, a cow!”

“Alright sir, please stay on the line. We are dispatching an officer and animal control. Is there anywhere you can go for shelter? A tight knit group of trees the cow can’t get to or rocks you can climb?”

“Working on it!” He yells back to her, already beelining through the trees to where he knows there is a parking lot further along in the trail, Lucy and Kojo not far behind. “There’s a parking lot close to where we were.”

“Good. Help will be there shortly. Whatever you do, don’t make eye contact and try and remain calm,” the woman warns.

“I’m so sorry!” Lucy shouts behind him, though he isn’t entirely sure if she is speaking to him or the cow.

They escape the trees and spill out into the parking lot, Tim basically diving in between two cars parked close enough together that the cow shouldn’t fit. Kojo jumps over Tim and nearly jumps back out into the open, but Tim drops the phone and catches him, pulling him close just as Lucy rams into his crouched body, what’s left of her breath being knocked out of her.

Tim nearly crushes Kojo as he falls to his knees and elbows from the impact but manages to catch himself and keep Kojo’s squirming body from escaping. The cow slams into the cars, leaving a huge dent, and the entire car shifts to the side a couple inches.

“Shit, Lucy, what did you say to offend it!”

“Maybe it was you, when you implied it was stupid!” The cow slams into the car again.

“Maybe it’s that you are assuming it’s a cow! I’m pretty sure it’s a bull!” It slams into the car again. “Shit, Lucy crawl under the car! See if you can lie down in that truck bed!” He says pointing to the truck on the other side of the car.

Lucy shimmies under and manages to get to the truck hopping into the bed, though she can see Tim is about to be exposed. She hits the side of the truck and whistles, taking its attention away from Tim and Kojo. The bull huffs and makes its way over to the truck and Tim picks up Kojo and runs to the next nearest truck, throws Kojo in the bed and hops in behind him as the bull rams into the truck Lucy is in.

Tim can’t see her, which is good he thinks. He wonders how good of smell cows… bulls have. The bull then gets on its hind legs, placing its front hooves on the truck ledge. Shit. “Hey!”

The bull looks over to him and starts trotting over. Tim braces for impact right as the bull hits the truck. Kojo whimpers.

“Hey!! What are you doing in my truck?!” A voice calls from the trail head. Tim looks over in alarm for this man, just as the bull looks over. “Oh hell, no.” The man slowly recedes into the trees. The bull turns its attention back to Tim, then to Lucy, who has peeked her head up at the sound of a guest.

“Hey, buddy. We mean no harm,” she raises her hands in a show of peace, locking eyes with the beast once again.

“Lucy, don’t make eye contact! And stop trying to be friends!”

The bull moves toward Lucy again and Tim bangs on the truck. It turns toward Lucy, so Lucy bangs on her truck. The bull huffs in frustration.

“I have a feeling we are making this worse…”

With some monumental amount of luck, considering how fast it got there, an animal control truck pulls up and they don’t have to find out. A man gets out of the vehicle and shoots a tranquilizer into the bulls butt.

They both let out a big sigh of relief and hop down, giving the unconscious bull a wide berth. Tim making his way to Lucy and wrapping a protective arm around her. “You see what you get for trying to nice to everyone?”

“I’m sorry, Tim. I thought it was a cow!”

“I don’t think that should be the take away here…”

A police car pulls up shortly after and Aaron steps out. He looks at Tim and Lucy, then down to the bull. “Do I even want to know?”

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I’m titling this “What’s Your Beef With Me?”

#chenford #the rookie #I am having way too much fun #cows #tim bradford #lucy chen #kojo #fanfic

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poledancingdinos · 1 year

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You've Got Me Hooked - Chapter 16

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

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Riley

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

I’m just cleaning off my last table when Sy walks into the diner. A few heads turn to look at him as he walks by some people dipping their heads in greeting. That’s just what happens in small towns like this. Everyone knows everyone, especially a handsome guy like Sy.

“I thought I could buy ya lunch. You finish in five right?”

“I do.” I smile. I’m more than happy to spend a bit of extra time with him. I was so busy at the club all weekend that we haven’t really seen each other in the last few days.

He gets me a cheeseburger with a strawberry milkshake and for himself he orders damn near everything on the menu. He went to the gym before work this morning and his regular bear-like appetite seems to have grown even more ravenous.

Despite working here multiple days a week, I’ve never actually eaten a full meal. On occasion I’ve eaten soggy fries when the cooks change them out for fresh ones or some leftover milkshake if they made too much but that’s pretty much it. I swear something about the grease feels like a warm blanket for my soul.

The last few weeks with Sy have been really good. The date nights, the quiet evenings at home, the sex. Oh god, the sex. It’s almost confusing how he can be tender and sweet on some nights then switch to being a hot, rough dom on others. All I know is that no matter which mood he’s in, he makes me come hard.

We’re almost done with our meal, getting ready to leave, when I notice over Sy’s shoulder that one girl can’t keep her eyes off him. I don’t know why I say anything about it, I should just let it go but seeing this gorgeous woman staring at my boyfriend makes me really insecure and apparently that also causes me to lose common sense.

“You have an admirer,” I say, folding my straw wrapper into a little crawly worm. I just really need something to do with my hands all of the sudden.

“What?” Sy asks, stacking his dishes to make them easier for our waitress to pick up. I appreciate his effort since I already feel weird about having my coworker serving me.

“There’s a girl behind you that keeps staring.” I explain but he just shrugs, disregarding the attention. “You don’t want to see who it is?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m here with you.”

God this man is a smooth talker. This is probably the least sexy restaurant for a date — unless maybe you have a waitress kink — but still, Sy makes me feel like it’s just the two of us here and that I am the center of his universe.

Even as we get up to walk out, he doesn’t turn to look but I spot the woman following us out. Sy’s truck is all the way at the back of the lot which is where we are headed when she calls out from behind us.

“You really had to scrape the bottom of the barrel for this one.” Sy bristles beside me. I thought I recognized Lisa inside but hearing her voice confirms it. She works at a nail salon I’ve used a few times. Most of the local girls get weekly manicures but since I work at the diner and that nails and nail polish are a health hazard if they fall in the food, I don’t get them done except for specific occasions.

Sy turns towards Lisa and puts an arm protectively around my shoulder. I thought she might have been talking to me but now that I’m looking at her, I realize she’s shooting daggers at Sy.

“I bet she’s the one you were sneaking around with, isn’t she? I know what she is.”

Oh my god. Lisa is Sy’s ex-girlfriend, the one who thought he was cheating on her. Sy is the soldier who supposedly dumped her for another woman. Why did I never make the connection before now? She’ll tell any customer unfortunate enough to listen about the man who broke her heart.

“I don’t have anything to say to ya, Lisa. And I damn well don’t have anything to say to you concernin' Riley.”

Sy tries to turn away but Lisa runs after us.

“It’s not fair! I was the one waiting for you to come home for four years and you just leave me for your slut! It’s not fair! You finally come back and you just leave!”

“Don’t fuckin' call her that!” Sy snaps, spinning around to face Lisa. He keeps a hold of my hand but places himself between me and Lisa. “I gave ya everything I had, Lisa. I gave ya everything and you decided it wasn’t enough. None of this is her fault. What happened between us had nothing to do with Riley and the fact that ya can’t see that says a lot ‘bout what was actually goin’ on in our relationship. You were selfish, ya didn’t trust me, ya tried to manipulate me at every turn… I didn’t see it before but now that I do? There’s no way I’d take ya back. You’re a fool if ya think I’m gonna give Riley up for you.”

I have never seen Sy lose his temper. I thought he looked mad when he saw me at the club or that night with my car but that was nothing compared to this. His shoulders are heaving and his nape is getting flushed. Somehow, he’s still not really yelling. Not like Lisa is.

“She’s a fucking whore Sy!” She slams both her closed fists on his chest but Sy doesn’t move at all. “She’ll spread her legs for anyone who waves a few bills in her face!”

I let go of Sy’s hand, wrapping my arms around myself as I step back. I look around praying no one is witnessing this little altercation. I’ve tried so hard to keep both halves of my life separate and now I’m so afraid it’s all to come crashing down now. Lisa won’t be the only one calling me a whore if my online life gets outed.

I’ll never be able to work here again. One time, when one girl got pregnant out of wedlock and no one knew who the father was, the ladies from the book club refused to sit in her section out of fear that she might seduce their husbands.

Although, I guess she isn’t wrong. Isn’t that exactly what I do? I sell my body for money. I think by definition that makes me a whore.

“Riley?”

This is going to be my life isn’t it? I’m always going to run the risk of someone knowing who I am or what I do. I’m always going to be seen as the slut or the whore. Sy will always have people telling him that he’s too good for me and that he deserves better.

“Riley?”

And he does. Sy deserves so much more than I can give him. Oh my god. What if people start asking him for a live show? What if they ask to get me for a whole night?

“Riley!” Sy shakes my shoulders, pulling me from my thoughts.

“What?” I look around through tear filled eyes. Sy’s hands are still heavy on my shoulders and I shrug him off and walk away, suddenly in desperate need to be alone. I feel like I’m in a daze. Like I’m asleep and this is all a dream or something except I’m very, very aware that this is real.

“Riley, what’s wrong?” Sy calls after me, momentarily stunned. When I don’t answer, he chases after me and puts himself in my way, forcing me to stop dead in my tracks. I can’t bear to look at him right now.

“Where did Lisa go?”

“I told her off and sent her away.” Huh. How did I miss that? “Riley, talk to me, please. You’re worryin’ me, here.”

My chin quivers as I struggle to keep the dam from bursting but a few stray tears still run down my cheek — the fucking traitors.

“She —” I choke on my next words and I have to force down a lungful of air. Why is breathing always so hard when I’m upset? “She’s right.”

“What?” he whispers on an exhale.

“She’s right. She’s fucking right.”

Sy’s eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open. “No, Riley—”

I don’t listen to what Sy has to say. He’s holding on to my arms but I just shake my head and push against his chest.

“That’s all people are going to see. I’ll never be good enough. I’ll never…”

“No, sweetheart, stop,” he pleads, trying to stop my rambling.

“No!” Sy’s head jerks back, his hands dropping from my body. “Everything she said about me was right! How can you not see that?”

Sy’s jaw clenches, his face turning resolute. “Then what about everything she said ‘bout me? Does that make it true?”

I just keep shaking my head. “You’re too good. You’re too— you’re too good for me.”

Sy looks over his shoulder to his truck then back towards the front of the diner where a few regulars are just exiting to get back to work.

“Riley.” He waits for me to look at him but I don’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. “Riley, I don’t want to do this here. Okay? This doesn’t need an audience. Let’s go sit in the truck.”

This is it. This is the part where Sy finally realizes that he wants to end things. I don’t give him an answer but when he puts an arm around my shoulders to guide me to the truck, I don’t put up a fight.

He opens the door for me and helps me in, then I get about ten seconds alone with my head as he walks around the back of the truck to the driver’s side. In that time I try really hard to get a handle on my breathing but I only end up twisting my hands around the strap of my bag that I’d forgotten was even with me.

The door creaks open and the cap shakes as Sy climbs in and shuts the door with a loud slam.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” It’s the unexpected softness of his voice that compels me to do as Sy says. His hand finds my cheek and brushes away my tears with his thumb. “Can I take ya somewhere?”

I’m too stunned to argue, simply giving him a small nod of acceptance.

“Okay.” Sy reaches around me to pull my seat belt on then fastens his own before expertly reversing out of his parking spot. I don’t keep track of where we are headed, mostly letting my eyes go out of focus as I stare out the window.

The greens of the passing trees blur together as we drive down the main road. I realize that we left my new — well, new to me — car at the diner. I guess I can always ask Sy to drive me back. We live together so that still won’t be the most awkward interaction we have to endure after he ends this.

“We’re here.”

I glance to the left to find Sy looking at me expectantly. That’s when I notice that Sy has taken me to Don’s. It’s actually called RD’s now. When we were talking about branding Don told me that the garage never really had a name. As time went on, people just started calling it Don’s garage because he was the face of the business.

That was the first thing I insisted on. The social media pages needed an official name to make them seem legit and I recommended that they set up a tall sign post on the property. When you drive by on the highway you can just barely see the building’s roof through the trees. I figured a tall sign would attract attention from passing cars and potentially bring in extra customers on top of the regular townspeople.

The lot has that glossiness that comes with a freshly paved surface and the massive hazardous potholes are now a thing of the past. The rusty metal panels on the visible sides of the building have been replaced. We’re going to wait a bit before doing the backside but we have an agreement with the company for a reduced rate if we schedule the second half within the next 12 months.

“Looks good, don’t it?” While I’m taking in the renovated garage for the first time, Sy is still only looking at me. He’s sitting with his back to the door and his forearm resting on the steering wheel.

“Yeah,” I mumble in agreement.

“RD’s. Rhett and Don.” It’s Sy’s turn to get misty eyed. “Don told ya ‘bout my dad.”

“I saw the picture in his office,” I quickly explain. “Please don’t be mad. He didn’t know you’d been so guarded about your parents.”

“No, it’s okay,” he reassures me. “It meant a lot to me that you’d help Don out. Means even more to me because my dad loved this place. No one really knew he was a co-owner and that’s how he liked it. Always said he understood cars better than people.”

I sniff as I wipe the tears from under my eyes, sighing when I realize my mascara has run and I just made a black streak down my cheek. Sy leans forward, opening the glove box and pulling out a packet of wet wipes. It’s not ideal but it’ll work.

I take a few seconds to clean my face as best I can with the mirror on the back of the sun visor. I regret my decision as soon as I see the redness of my eyes and the flush over my nose and cheeks.

“Hey…” Sy gently takes hold of my chin, turning my face back to his. "Ri, look around. This,” he gestures to the lot around us, “this is all you. You have every reason to be proud. You work hard at everything you do, you have the sharpest mind of anyone I’ve ever met, and you are tough as nails. What you choose to do with your body is your business. What Lisa or anyone else thinks don’t fuckin’ matter.”

I look down at my bag which I am still abusing as if it were a stress ball. Sy catches my hands, pulling them up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to my knuckles as he messages the tension out of them.

“Listen to me good and hard, Riley. You have been the light in what I expected to be a really fuckin’ shitty time in my life. I know it may not have looked like it on the outside but all those sudden changes in my life, they were hard to swallow. I have no doubt that without ya, I wouldn’t have found peace so easily. Ya opened your home to me and made it ours. From the very beginnin’ ya showed a complete stranger a level of care I never expected.” Sy takes a deep breath, swallowing hard as he gathers his courage to speak his next thought. “I love you, Riley.”

My mouth drops open as the air is knocked out of my lungs. Sy just… Sy just said… He loves me?

“You…” Love me?

Sy’s head falls to the side, giving me the most bashful little side smile. I spend another minute with my mouth opening and closing repeatedly as I try to make my brain work again. You’re supposed to say it back, Riley. Of course I love him. I love him so much it scares me.

“Say it again.”

Sy straightens up, making his expression look all serious before cupping my face between his hands. “I love you, Riley,” he asserts solemnly.

Oh my god, he really said it. “I love you too,” I reply.

“And nothin’ Lisa said was true and none of it matters,” he prompts.

“Nothing she said matters,” I repeat dutifully. Okay, maybe it’ll take a few more times before I really believe it but Sy makes me want to believe it.

He pulls me over his lap, holding me flush against him. I bury my face in his neck, taking comfort in his embrace.

“You’re mine now, Riley. I ain’t lettin’ ya go. Think you can handle that?”

I pull back, finding his hypnotic cerulean gaze. His. I like how that sounds. I love him and he loves me back and he’s not letting me go. “Yeah, I think I can handle it.”

Epilogue

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