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untouchable

05: Late Night Talking

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

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Warnings: drama, fluff, acotar references (if you know which one, say it!!!)

a/n: it finally hapenned!! juicy things are coming!!!!!

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The shower was something I definitely needed. I couldn't feel my fingers the moment I got undressed, leaving the clothes on top of the toilet and standing under the warm water, not caring if it was burning. I needed it.

I heard the door opening again and two knocks on the bathroom door, a sign of Lando letting me know that he came back.

“You can stay in the shower as long as you need” he said through the other side of the door.“I brought some warm clothes, where do you want me to put them?”

“Eh… open the door and leave them on the toilet. But close our eyes” I asked him.

I still have to talk to him, I still need to know if what Harry said was true, if he has feelings for me. I never imagined that. Or maybe it was right in front of my eyes and I didn't see the signals, I didn't see his feelings towards me because I was too blinded by my own feelings for Harry.

I don't know how long I stayed under the water, but the moment I got out of it I missed the feeling of its warmth in my skin, calming my shivers and thoughts. I took a look at the clothes he brought and I recognized them: they were from the market, a pair of pajamas I saw hours ago and pointed at them to Pietra and a hoodie from a ski store near the market.

“You didn't have to buy me this” I sighed, walking out of the bathroom. “I could use the bathrobe”

“You need warm clothes, Violet” he sighed. “I don't care spending money if I avoid you suffering hypothermia”

I sigh and nod, sitting on the couch. I hung the clothes on the heater so they could dry and get warm, so I won't have to get cold tomorrow morning.

“I bought dinner” he said, sitting on the couch next to me. “And… well, a little cupcake for you”

“You didn't have to do that…” I said looking at the cupcake inside a little box.

“I had to” he whispered. “I fucked up your birthday, is the less I can do”

“No, it wasn't you who fucked it” I smiled weakly, opening the box with a warm sandwich inside of it. “You were actually the one that remembered it was today… the first one that congratulated me. Not even my parents did”

“Wait, for real?” he frowned.

“Unfortunately”

I took a bite of the sandwich and sighed, looking at the cupcake, then at my lap.

“You were the first one…” I whisper. “Not even Eloise. I just… God, I have so many questions”

“We have an entire night alone to talk” he smiled weakly. “I think… I think I owe you so many answers”

“Yeah” I nodded.

But we had dinner in silence. Not an uncomfortable one. The silence between Lando and I is never uncomfortable, not even awkward. And I'm so glad about that, I'm glad that he never tries to push a conversation between us even if we don't have anything to say.

“Will it be too much if I say that I bought a candle too?” I heard Lando. “Oh, and gifts”

“Lando, really… you didn't have to” I smiled weakly, watching how he got up and walked towards his backpack.

“But I wanted to” he said, grabbing two packages and a little plastic bag with a candle.

I sigh, looking at him sitting next to me and grabbing the cupcake. He put the candle on it and lit it, smiling at me.

“Make a wish” he said, holding it in front of me.

I sigh and close my eyes, thinking of something.

I wish I could be loved without being hurt.

Then I blew it, sighing and looking at him afterwards.

“Will you tell me your wish?” he asked.

“If I tell you it won't come true” I said, grabbing the cupcake and parting it, giving him the other half of it. “But if you give me answers, maybe it will”

“Right… answers” he nodded. “But first open your gifts”

I sigh and nod, looking at the packages. A big one and a little one. The big one had the size of a book, the little one a box. I opened the first one and smiled while watching it.

“How?” I smile reading the title of it.

“I pay attention”

He pays attention… No way. No.

“It's you” I whisper looking at him. “All those books… you are the one that sends them?”

“Is it that bad?” he sighed. “Is it bad that it's me?”

“No, not all” I smile weakly. “Now I understand”

“Open the second one” he said.

I smile and open it, sighing. It's from a jewelry store, a necklace of a flower.

“It's a violet” he said. “A blue violet. Do you want me to put it on you?”

“Yeah, sure”

I took a deep breath and turned around, holding my hair up and letting him clip it on my nape. The warmth of his hands made me shiver, just because of the touch of his knuckles against my skin.

Maybe what we're going to talk about might change everything.

“It's so beautiful, thank you” I smile, touching the pendant with my fingers.

And the silence, again. I was trying to firm a question in my mind, trying to ask him what's real and what's not. I need to know what is going on.

“Harry said… that you have feelings for me” I said, looking at my lap. “That you…”

“I do” he nodded. “I won't hide it, not anymore. I do love you”

His answer was quick. Too quick that made me flinch.

“Why?” I whisper.

“Why?” he laughed softly. “Why not? Is it a sin? I have loved you since the first time I saw you, it was like… magical? When I saw you walk in that day, I felt breathless just looking at you”

“Why did you never tell me?” I sighed. “All these years… God, Lando”

“Harry knew some weeks later. I was too stupid to ask things about you, I was too obvious around him. And he immediately knew” he explained, sitting comfortable on the couch looking at me, his knee touching mine. “At first I thought he was being protective, a good friend, saying that I shouldn't be with you because of my… well, fame. He said that you weren't made for my world, that you weren't made for me, and he made me believe that you were untouchable”

Harry never liked when I was close to Lando during the few times I went to his races. Whenever we went to Monaco, he always wanted to stay on a balcony instead of going to the paddock, making me miss the real experience of going to a race.

“He never wanted me in the paddock” I said. “And everytime I went, he was close to me all the time. I guess he was afraid of you talking to me…”

“He was afraid of me confessing my feelings” he said. “I tried to do it a few times, actually. But it always ended with Harry taking you away from me”

I smile weakly and sigh, looking at him. He's opening his heart for me, telling me everything, helping me open my eyes.

“I tried, you know?” he smiled weakly. “I tried to forget you. You were impossible to reach, so I tried everything to get you out of my mind. But you were everywhere. Everytime I went to a race, I saw something that reminded me of you, something that made me keep fighting for you”

“Thank you” I smile. “For not giving up. It means so much…”

It means that I can be lovable.

“I started sending you those books because I love seeing you smile” he said. “Because I know you love books. I even tried to search information about that books you like”

“That's why we came here?” I asked. “Because this village looks exactly like…”

“Velaris. Yeah” he nodded. “Last summer you were reading the books and I heard you talking with Eloise about them, about how much you love the story, about… about how much you wish you were loved like the main character. So I started to search about that, about those two lovers. And God, I see myself in him, even if that sounds stupid. I see the way Harry keeps you away from me, pushing you away and only having you to have fun and use you giving you hopes. And it kills me watching how he does that”

I smile softly at him, watching how every word he says has all the emotions he feels right now. How angry he is with Harry, how mad he is with himself for not fighting for what he wants. How in love he is… with me.

“I wish I noticed everything long time ago…” I sighed, hugging my legs. “You suffered all this years… having me close but not enough”

“But the wait was worth it” he said. “You are worth it. It wasn't the way I wanted you to find out, I was actually going to tell you this week”

“Lando, I…” I sighed, watching how he slowly reached for my hand. “I want to say that I feel something for you, but I just don't know how. I spent the last five years loving a man that doesn't want me…”

“I can wait” he said, finally holding my hand carefully, touching it like it was made of glass. “I don't care how long it takes. I'm tired of being away from you and not being myself with you. God, you know how many times I dreamed of holding you? Of walking next to you and holding your hand, of kissing you? Too many times…”

“Step by step” I whisper, blushing. “You are holding my hand, that's something”

“Yes, it is”

I looked down at our hands, at how perfectly they fit together, like two puzzle pieces. I got closer to him and rest my head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath when he pressed his lips on top of my head, leaving a kiss there before resting his chin on top of it.

“I promise I won't let him hurt you” he whispered. “I won't let him touch you”

As stayed like that for God knows how long, close to the other, him holding my hand and brushing his thumb over my skin. Silence fell again, but I could hear his breathing. I moved closer to him, reaching for his warmth and closing my eyes.

“Are you still cold?” he whispered, his breath hit my skin making me shiver.

“Just a little” I sighed. “I'm tired”

“Go to bed” he said. “I will stay here in the couch”

“No, come with me” I said quickly, looking up at him. “I'm cold and you are warm…”

“Alright” he nodded, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. “Let me get changed and I'll join you in the bed”

Little touches, tender kisses. That's him: someone that searches for physical touch, someone that wants to be close and needs to touch to show love. Not the man I thought he was, the one that doesn't look at me, the one that always tries to be as far as possible. That's the man Harry molded so I couldn't see the truth.

Getting under the covers of the bed knowing that I asked him to come with me was harder than I thought. I couldn't stop having an argument inside my mind, calling myself terrible things just because Harry was still in there, moving strings inside my mind and manipulating me, because I was so lost that I didn't know how to be myself anymore without him close to me.

When Lando sat on the other side of the bed I stopped breathing, following every movement he was doing and hearing my on heart inside my head. I was laying on my side, looking at him doing the same, mirroring me.

“If you need it I can put a pillow wall” he said.

I took a deep breath and shook my head, feeling how my body moved closer to his, searching his warmth. I felt how he stopped breathing the moment my head touched his chest, how I sighed when I felt him. His arm immediately wrapped around me, placing his hand on my back and rubbing it.

“Wait for me” I whisper. “Just… don't give up”

“I won't” he whispered. “I don't care if I have to wait for weeks, months or years. For you I would wait all the time you need”

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Your Captain

Pairing: John Price x f!reader OC Tank

Warnings: mutual Pining, fluff, smut/nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, bullet wounds, injury, Shower sex, theft, slight dom Price, age gap in my head Price is 41

Summary: Your exhausted after a mission and need help from your Captain getting out of your gear.

A/N: written after coming across an anon ask to @yeyinde and @irnbru32 Shower Price, please as always comments and feedback welcome

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

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The mission went better than expected, but what did you expect you where in the company of the best.

You got back to the base, exhausted and weak. Everything ached, all your gear felt 10 times heavier. You lay down on the cold concrete floor the solidness of it grounding you. You really couldn't be bothered making it back to your quarters, leave me here you thought as the other walked past you laughing. Gaz bending down offering his hand to help you up. You declined shooing his hand away closing your eyes.

Price walked back to were you had crashed yourself down.

“Can’t stay there all night, Kid” - he grumbled at you. You opened your eyes to find him crouched over your head. His face just as ruddy as yours but he wore it well, better in fact. His eyes crinkled by his smile. Your Captain. You owed him more than you could ever offer and all he asked for in return was you come back to him safe and in one piece, but he asked that of all of you the whole of the squad…you weren’t special but he made you feel like you where.

“Leave me here Sir…I’ll sleep in my tact gear” - You close your eyes again the image of his bright blue one’s burned in your lids. You felt him shift the smell of tobacco, gun oil and dirt waved off him. You were taken by surprise when your felt his heavy hand loop under your tact vest to get a grip of the shoulder strap. He began to drag you across the floor muttering something about if the mountain won't come to Muhammad…

“Captain?…what…wait i'll get up!”- You were laughing, but you couldn't hide the slight hysteria in your voice. You sounded giddy you felt giddy, maybe it was just the head rush of getting to your feet or was it the way his eyes watched you like a hawk to make sure you didn’t flop back down on the ground.

There that’s what he wanted to hear your laugh, it was infectious and one of his favourite sounds to hear on cold nights.

“Come on you need to take a shower and get your head down, you did well today”- He patted you on the back, but it rested there. You were thinking too much into it. You nodded in agreement rubbing your cheek you must have smeared dirt across your face more. Price laughed wetting his thumb to rub it off for you, you let him.

“I'm not doing this to the rest of you…that’s what a shower is for…” - He cleared his throat , you caught a glimpse of something in his eyes, maybe it was the same thought as yours…If he offered, you would let him clean the rest of you with his tongue…you let the thought swim round in your mind for a second before you realised he was still stood in front of you watching you noticing your glazed look and how your cheeks go red under the grime and dirt.

You turned but the blood was elsewhere and you stumbled forward, before your body went into action Price already had his arm around your waist. Your Captain.

“Think I need help to the showers Captain…” - You looked up at him sheepishly. What were you saying? He looked at your for a moment contemplating. It was innocent he thought you were tired and needed help it wasn’t any different than helping Gaz or Soap, except maybe it was?

“Come on then…don’t say I don’t do anything for you” - He smiled tucking you into him, your hand finding a free loop on the back of his tact vest to cling on to as he steered you over to the locker room you all shared. He sat you down on the centre bench and started removing his own tact vest first, pulling at the Velcro and straps, he pulled it over his head. You watched dazed at how his body flexed when he moved, when he twisted you noticed the slight hitch in his breathing…he was sore, aching oh how you wanted to make him feel better…Your Captain.

“Your turn, lean forward” - He huffed going to work on your Velcro and straps. He was rough but what reason did he need to be gentle with you? You were a soldier, you were made of more, you weren’t a lover he was undressing in the night. You were his soldier. He began loosening the holster on you thigh. You hissed, you knew you had set it too tight, but when your running for you life under gun fire who has time to think is this too tight?

“I’ve told you not to do these so tight…”- He gruffed at you easing it open rubbing his thumb over the indent in your thigh trying to get the circulation back. You let out a small moan it was out before you could even think, you hope he hadn’t heard it, but he had and it pulled at something he knew he needed to keep in.

“Arms up kid…need to get this over your sleepy head…” - He was gentle with his words almost whispering now, you complied lifting your arms up they felt like lead weights. As he pulled the vest up the velcro got caught on your T-shirt lifting it off with the vest, but he didn’t stop to comment he just pulled the T-shirt off the Velcro and placed them both on the bench next to you.

“Boots next…here put your foot on my leg” - Price crouched down patting his thigh. Your boots were covered in mud, but then so were his jeans, you placed your boot on him as he unlaced them you studied his face how his lashes fanned on his cheeks from this angle, his dark brown hair wet and sticking up from the day and removing his vest, you wanted to run your fingers through it, to touch his beard to feel it tickle your lip as you kissed him. The closet you got was training when he was guiding you to do a long range shot with high wind “Keep yah head still…no quick movements…Good girl” he had whispered in your ear his beard tickling your face as he stood with you aiming your body to match his. Your Captain. He was done unlacing your boots and began pulling them off for you. When you thought about it you could have done all this yourself really maybe the tact vest would have been a struggle but you usually asked Soap or Ghost to help pull the few straps at the back you couldn't reach.

“Think you can unbutton your pants for me? I’ll pull them from the bottom your roll from the top, nothing worse than trying to get wet pants off when your knackered…trust me!”- He smiled at you that crinkle eye smile that made your heart bang and your stomach do somersaults. You nodded leaning back to unbutton your pants. you could feel his eyes on you it was his turn to study you now. He cast a quick glance over your torso he told himself he was looking for any signs of injury, it wouldn’t be the first time you had hid a bullet wound from him only for him to find you at 3am trying to stitch it up yourself with a needle a thread from a hotel room in Columbia. Your body was littered with scars from your life as was his. There he spotted what he was really looking for. Just below your right collar bone a small scar from a bullet meant for him, but you had took the brunt of it by stepping in front to push him out the way…it still went through your shoulder and into his but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been as a result he had a matching scar on his right shoulder just an inch to the right.

You had unbuttoned your pants and where rolling them down your hips when you noticed him looking at your shoulder. Your little twin scars. You gave him a weak smile. There is was again that pull of something more, he needed to focus. You had been here before.

“Right…you roll them down and i'll pull…”- He waited for you to roll your pants down your thighs, then began pulling them the fabric wet and clingy to your damp muddy skin. You suddenly felt very aware that you were sat in just your bra and underwear in front of your boss. Your Captain.

Price folded your pants up and placed them on the bench next to you. He took a quick glance over your body, perfect he thought. When he really got down to brass tax you had always made him feel a little light headed. Had danced this dance before. The way you lit up a room, He admired you, was proud of you, cared for you the whole team meant a lot to him, but you were different…always had been you gave him the feeling of nostalgia…even though there was nearly 15 years between you. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like this again but he couldn't help it.

You looked over at him stood just a few feet away from you, his gaze dropping to your pile of clothes. You willed him to touch you…to tell you he felt the same…that he also thought about you night and day. Though your body was tired from the day your heart was raring screaming at you to shoot your shot with your Captain.

Before you changed your mind you stood up unhooking your bra and wrapped your arms around him burying your face in his chest. You took a deep breath he smelt so good, earth, cedar, smoke and kerosene.

“I think I love you John…” - You mumbled with a sigh into his chest, you wanted the words to sink into his skin to be absorbed into his body and into his bloodstream.

Price stood with his arms slightly raised, he was in shock. You loved him…had he heard you right or had years of gun fire and missile strikes finally done his hearing in? He lowered his arms down to cup your face pulling it up to meet his gaze you struggled and he realised why you had gone bright red. He smiled. There was that light headed feeling, but he had to be realistic He was your Captain, you his soldier he thought, he knew it was wrong a bad idea but he didn’t care. He wanted you to pull on the thread that tied you to him. He loved you too. Always had.

“Same kid…I think I love you…always have” - He had said it, it was out of his mouth. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you up into a kiss. His beard tickling your face. When you pulled away you remembered your bold tactic of unhooking your bra the realisation causing your skin to chill making goosebumps all over your skin.

“I think we need to get you into the showers…you’ll catch your death out here…” - Price rubbed his hand up and down your shoulders to try and warm you up.

“You joining me? I'll wash your back you wash mine?” - the words tumble out of your mouth, one kiss and your bold as brass? Price raises an eyebrow a smile creeping across his face. He doesn’t even need to think his top is off over his head, his belt unbuckled he has to untie his boots. Fuck he crouches down fighting with the laces.

“I'll go get the water running Captain……hurry up” - You walk off round the corner to the shower cubicles. You could hear him swearing his boots not coming off quick enough. Your heart was racing,you left the light off, the white tiles gave off enough light. You found the tap turning it to the middle. It sparked to life the water crashing over your body as you stepped out of your underwear and fully immerse yourself under the shower head.You heard footsteps behind you.

“Room for one more?” - Price pressed himself up against the back of you, dropping his head to kiss your neck, his hand coming up to grab you breast. You leaned back into him allowing his other hand to slip in between your thighs. A small gasp as he slide his fingers over your clit. The water was hot but his skin on yours was like a branding iron.

He couldn’t help himself he was hard just from the feeling of you against him, your skin wet and slippery. He wasn’t going to lie he had thought about you a few times while in the shower, had wanked himself off to how you would sound under him, crying out his name as you came. Little did he know you had done the same buried your fingers in yourself at the thought of him ordering you to cum, him calling you a good girl.

Price could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers and it was driving him wild.

“I need you in me Sir…need to feel you” - You were gasping for breath. He didn’t need telling twice he wants to give you whatever you want. He removed his hand from you and lined himself up bending you forward slightly to get a better angle.

“You ready sweetheart?” - He was already nudging his tip in. You gave him a Mhmm pushing your hips back.

“Feisty for someone who not 20 minutes ago was too tired to undress herself…” - He was teasing you now.

“Please sir…” - You were begging him. The Sir gets him going. He thrusts into you, he can feel you adjusting to his girth can hear the slight sting in your voice. He wraps his forearm around your neck gripping your shoulder to anchor you to him. He slams into you, your wet bodies crashing together. You have to hold on to his arm with both hands. You can’t help the panting with every thrust his cock feels like it splitting you apart, stretching you in all the right places. You can hear how wet you are when he pulls back even over the sound of the shower. Your moan comes out choked but loud.

“Shhhh…shhh…you can take it, can't you baby be a good soldier for your captain” - His head resting on yours you can hear the strain in his voice, Price is grunting and groaning as your walls clench around him.

“Your so tight love…fuck my perfect little soldier…”- Price grunts his thrusts getting sloppy and it pushes you over the cliff. His perfect soldier. Your Captain. You cry out in pleasure. If the squad hadn’t heard you both before they had heard you now.

Price feels you falling apart around him as his own release builds. He pulls your face to the side sliding his tongue into your open mouth it’s desperate rough and greedy, your gasping for breath as he fills you up.

You both stand there still attached like one entity, catching your breath his arm still around your neck. Price kissed your lips again softer, then kissed the top of your head.

“Sorry the first time was a quickie love…next time…” - he trailed off, did you even want there to be a next time? He pulled out from you turning you to look you in the eyes.

“That’s if you want there to be a next time?” - he was searching your face for an answer. He might not be able to give you all the things a man half his age could, but he would look after you and love you till the universe said otherwise. He owed you more than he could offer, he was your captain and you his soldier.

You could see the look in his eyes soft, searching but hesitant. oh how you loved him. Your Captain. You answered all his doubts with a simple kiss, pulling him to you under the water. You traced your hand over his chest and felt the tissue from your shared scar. He smiled.

“I'll take that as a yes…now onto our earlier agreement…I think you said you would wash my back and I’ll wash yours or would you like me to use my tongue?” - Price pushed you back into the tiles, his hands either side of your head boxing you into the corner. So he did have the same thought earlier? The dirty dog. He had a wicked grin on his face. You contemplated it.

“Maybe next time Captain…Ill swiped the fancy body wash Gaz hides behind the sink” - you laugh stepping out of the cubicle making sure not to slip, you felt light headed and wobbly and in your starry state didn’t realise the two figures stood near the shower room entrance.

“Honestly Gaz needs to find a better hiding spot for this…I think he knows I’ve been using it…” - You called back to Price pulling the shower gel out from behind the basin. You jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat…your head snapped round to see Ghost and Soap stood staring at you. Soap was smiling from ear to ear Ghost had his arms folded across his chest…Shit…you don’t even think to cover yourself up, you just hope Price doesn’t…

“Right this water is getting cold now…I wanna see you all soaped up love” - Price leaned out of the cubicle grabbing your hand to pull you back in, when he noticed your head was turned to the entrance…shit…he looked over to see Ghost and Soap now starting at him in shock…

“Captain…you owe me a tenner Sergeant” - Ghost nod's in his direction he uncrossed his arms and put a hand out to Soap who was rifling through his pockets for something.

“Christ sake LT…I was certain it was Alejandro…” - Soap handed Ghost the money. You shot Price a look who beckoned you back into the cubicle he realised you hadn’t remembered you where naked, he chuckled when he seen the cogs turn in your brain. You scrambled in behind him using his body to shield you. You knew for a fact they had all seen each others dicks, they all showered together, you had also heard the drunken arguing over who’s was bigger one night you had refused to be the judge.

“Now that’s settled…we’ll wait till the showers are…free Captain…Tank…come on Johnny” - Ghost turned but Soap remained.

“Sure you have enough soap lass?” - Johnny was pushing it now, Price scoffed.

“We’ve got plenty mate…”- He said pulling the curtain back on you both. You both waited for the footsteps to disappear before bursting out laughing.

“Right where were we?” - Price said snatching the bottle of shower gel from you giving you that eye crinkling smile of his. Your Captain.

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miley1442111 · 28 days

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back to chicago part 2- c.berzatto

a/n: part 2!!! i imagined a fem reader and it's mentioned quite a few times but as usual, imagine what you like. SET AFTER SEASON 2

summary: a double date with your boyfriend at the Bear can only go well, right?

pairings: carmenberzatto x femreader (complicated relationship), platonicthe bear x reader, romantic oc x reader

warnings: general angst, mentions of mikeys death, breaking up, bad family relationships, etc.

PART 1

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You

Dinner was delicious. The conversation was good and you had almost pushed the drama of earlier out of your head. You’d stayed till close to continue the talking and only now you were packing up.

“Bug!” Richie called after you as you put on your coat. “You guys wanna have a look at the kitchen?”

John and Emilia nodded and you obliged them as Adrian sighed, squeezing your hand with his own.

“Sounds good Rich,” You agreed and Adrian helped you remove your coat, then put a hand around your waist, holding you close.

“Why do I have a feeling this will end in tears?” Adrian whispered and you shrugged.

“Nothing we can do about it now.”

You got the tour of the kitchen and truly, it was impressive. It was beautiful and clean, and you got to see everyone else. Marcus, Tina, Ebraheim, Neil, and Sweeps. You met Sydney, she seemed nice but reserved.

“This is your boy?” Tina smirked and you nodded. “He’s pretty.”

Adrian chuckled and smiled at her, “Thank you.”

Then it came to Carmy. He smiled at you as your friends introduced themselves, then wrapped you up in a ‘bear’ hug. It shocked you, yet you reciprocated all the same.

“We have some catching up to do,” he said once you pulled away. “You guys are welcome back here anytime.”

You stared at Carmen, his arm around your waist, making this choice for you. Richie led John and Emilia through the rest of the kitchen, out of earshot from your conversation.

“I should really go back with Adrian, I’m tired-” You started but Carmen cut you off.

“It’ll only be a little while, you should stay,” He smirked as Adrian’s jaw ticked.

“Yeah, you should,” Adrian said, ‘challenging’ Carmen. You rolled your eyes.

“Carmen, if you only plan on comparing dicks with my boyfriend right now, count me the fuck out. You said it yourself, we never dated. Now, if you’d genuinely like to catch up with me I’d be happy to get coffee tomorrow, but right now- I’m fucking tired. Goodnight Carmen.”

Carmen looked down, clearly embarrassed. “Coffee tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll come by at 10. Goodnight,” You left his hold on your waist and grabbed Adrian’s hand, stalking out of the restaurant.

“Well he’s a delight,” Adrian sighed, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“I don’t want you to go see him tomorrow,” Adrian admitted, pulling you aside. You chuckled, thinking he was joking. He was never one to be possessive in any way or ask you not to wear or do things. His glaze hardened and your laughter died down.

“You’re serious?”

“Yes I’m serious! He’s a dick! You don’t owe him anything!” He whined.

“He’s practically family,” You said matter-of-factly and dropped his hand.

“Oh and look at how great the rest of your family is!” He snarked, then his face dropped as you felt the stab of deep hurt he’d just caused. “Baby, I-I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Fuck you. We’re done.”

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Carmen

I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Not when I knew I was seeing you the next day. I had gotten to the Bear nice and early to do all my lunchtime prep so if our coffee dat- thing went overtime I wouldn’t be chewed out by Richie.

“Cousin!” Richie shouted.

“What?!” I shouted back, sweat coating my palms as I wrote down recipes and anticipated your arrival.

“Bugs here! Come on!”

It was 10:02. You were technically 2 minutes late. I got up and out of my office, grabbed my coat and sped to the front of the restaurant, almost tripping myself in the process. And there you stood. Angelic as ever. I had made an effort with my appearance that day, thank god. A cream sweater I’d bought in New York, dark jeans I knew you’d appreciate since you knew about jeans, and I’d washed my hair this morning and put in some products Sugar had gotten me for Christmas, though I’d already sweated it out by 10:02.

“Hey,” I smiled.

“Hey,” You sighed, clearly more sombre than I was hoping.

This was going to be difficult. “You alright?” I asked as we walked outside.

“Great,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your words. “Wonderful even.”

“What happened?” He asked, trying to hold back from the question that wanted to fall out of his mouth so badly.

“It doesn’t matter,” you laughed, but it was humourless.

“Doesn’t have anything to do with that guy then?” I had asked and you had glared at me. I sent my cheeky smile to the floor and held up my hands in surrender. “Just askin’.”

“Yeah, don’t,” We both laughed that time. It felt good. It felt normal. Everything felt right for the first time in years.

“Seriously, what is his deal?”

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You

“You mean my boyfriend?” you smirked, not telling him you’d broken up. It was quite the rash decision, something you weren’t used to.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“Well, he’s an accountant, we met at a jazz club a few years ago,” you explained.

“Anything else?”

“He’s nice?” you smiled. “He’s reliable.”

“Oh, so you don’t like him,” Carmen smirked and you scoffed.

“Fuck off,” you jested. “It’s complicated.”

“How? The dude is obsessed with you,” he shrugged. “What makes that complicated?”

“The fact that I broke up with him last night,” You admitted, rolling your eyes when Carmen looked at you with a wide-eyed expression. “Do not flatter yourself Carmen. He was being shitty.”

“That’s not what I was saying,” Carmen half-lied. “I just… I’m surprised.”

“I’ll probably go back later and apologise, and we’ll kiss and make up as usual.”

“This happens regularly?”

“No,” you admitted. “But he does do shitty things sometimes, then apologises.”

“Shitty like what?”

“Stuff like…” you didn’t want to tell him. “Look it doesn’t matter, all that matters is us right now,” You smiled at him. “Tell me about the Bear.”

“That shithole?” he joked and it finally made you laugh.

“Yes, that shithole.”

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After two hours of catching up with Carmy, you started walking him back to the Bear.

“When are you heading back to New York?” he asked.

“Soon, I guess? I do have clients to get back to but… I don’t know. I love Chicago.”

“You should stick around,” Carmy smiled. “You brighten up the place.”

“I don’t know if my back will survive staying at hotels for too much longer,” you chuckled.

“Stay at mine,” he offered immediately.

“You’re sure?” You asked, shocked at his level of generosity.

“Of course. I missed you. I’ve always missed you.”

You stared at him for a moment, standing outside of the Bear. You weren’t used to this level of emotion from him. “I missed you too, Bear.”

He pulled you into a quick hug and you kissed his cheek, then walked on, much more to think about than before.

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To Tame A Wolf: Part Two

Summary: The battle for alliance had begun. The Greens and the Blacks. The North was a desired ally. And a marriage would be the way to secure it.

TW: She/Her Pronouns, use of OC (Lyanna Stark), mentions of traditional wedding night practice (Aegon being a menace), arranged marriage.

Italics mean a flashback.

Words: 1,996

Part One

Thank you to @lady-phasma for betaing this for me!

Council and Conflict

The flight was quick, thankfully, Vhagar’s ability to cover distances never ceased to amaze Aemond. The speed only meant that he would be returned to his family sooner, and to talk of weddings. There was no doubt he would not hear the end of it from the moment he entered the Keep.

His mother, Alicent, was waiting in the courtyard for him, which was a surprise in and of itself, his mother never did things without reason.

“Mother? To what do I owe a personal welcome?” Aemond asked, looking back to see the faded outline of Vhagar disappearing over the horizon.

Alicent smiled, though the expression was almost forced. Like she had something to tell him, that she was not particularly looking forward to voicing.

“The Council wishes to see you, and the King.” Alicent said softly, gesturing behind her to the large entryway behind her.

Something was wrong, Aemond just…felt it.

As he entered the Council chamber, he was greeted with the faces of his brother, his grandsire, and the lords of the Green Council. The smirk on Aegon’s face already had Aemond on edge, because a smirk like that never meant anything good.

“Ah, brother!” Aegon called out to Aemond, holding his hands out to welcome his brother.

Aemond simply nodded, taking an empty seat. All the lords looked at him, some smiling, some a little more serious. But the whole situation had Aemond on edge, and he waited silently for someone to tell him what all this ceremony was for.

The lords began to speak between themselves, discussing the letter Aemond had sent. But he could not keep concentration on them, the smug look Aegon was giving him had all his attention.

“Brother, if you have something to say, please say it.” Aemond muttered, gaining only a look from his mother. Aegon smirked, clapping his hands, and silencing the lords.

“I simply wish to thank you, Aemond, for bringing the North to our cause. And gaining a wife in the process.”

Aemond raised a brow, that was not all, and he knew it. Aegon smiled again and Alicent had her face in her hands.

“And as is tradition, brother, I have decided something special. For your wedding night”

Aemond was furious. A bedding ceremony, of all things! Aegon was doing this to antagonise him, and he knew it. His mother had told him to just accept it. Aegon was King and it had been said before the Council. Aemond couldn’t rightly deny the word of the King. No matter how much that word frustrated him.

The carriage was prepared. Lyanna’s things were packed into too many trunks and chests to count. She was leaving her home, her brother. All for a war she had not started, as a noble lady, it was her duty, whether she liked it or not. Cregan had thanked her, frustratingly, for accepting it so well.

“I appreciate how hard this is for you, sister, I do.” Cregan had told her, as she climbed into the carriage. Words that did mean a lot, but they didn’t help the sadness that tugged at her chest.

As the carriage pulled away, Lyanna looked out to Winterfell one last time, because she was not yet sure when she would see it again. War and all that.

As she stepped out of the carriage, her eyes stayed trained on Aemond. The only face she recognised among those which were essentially strangers. Servants, nobles all of them surrounded Aemond as she walked forward. Even in the light dress she had chosen for the South, she felt stifled. Everything was far too different to Winterfell.

“Lady Lyanna,” Aemond inclined his head, reaching out a hand to help her through the crowd, a gesture she had not expected.

“Prince Aemond,” she replied, taking his hand after a moment’s pause.

Aemond led her inside and directly to the throne room, where she assumed the royal family would be waiting, and they were. Aegon sat upon the throne, Helaena to his right with Alicent, Otto and Ser Criston to his left. Several groups of nobles stood waiting, which Lyanna had not expected. But she supposed this wedding was going to be more than just good news for the war effort.

She was led up towards the throne, her eyes following the rows upon rows of swords and blades that made up the Iron Throne – which was far bigger than she had pictured it to be. She was quickly pulled from her reverie when they reached the dais and Aemond turned them to face the crowd.

The words were muffled as someone began to announce the wedding, bringing the news officially to the nobles before them. But Lyanna heard none of it and neither did Aemond.

Aemond was still seething over Aegon’s words. Using his impending marriage to torment him, it seemed. Whereas Lyanna was thinking of everything that this wedding now meant. She would be married to a Prince. A Targaryen Prince. All to secure an alliance for war.

Everything was about to change.

The formal announcement was done, there was no going back now. The lords and ladies left the throne room, leaving the royal family and now Lyanna, alone.

“My dear, your things have been taken to your new chambers.” Alicent offered a soft smile on her lips as she placed a hand on Lyanna’s forearm.

“Aemond, take Lyanna to her rooms, would you?” The Queen Mother continued and Aemond simply nodded, offering his arm to Lyanna.

The walk was quiet, for the most part. The only sound to be heard was the soft click of their boots on the stone beneath them. The silence was not uncomfortable, but it only served to remind Lyanna of the last time she had seen Aemond, almost two weeks ago.

“So, are we to remain silent this entire walk?” Lyanna asked, immediately wishing she had not as Aemond huffed out a breath, clearly bothered by something.

“My apologies, my lady, I am not the best at small talk.” Was all Aemond offered in response.

But that was not enough for Lyanna. She tugged gently on Aemond’s arm, forcing him to stop.

“We are to be married and I do not intend to spend such a marriage in silence.”

Aemond did not look at her immediately. She had a point, of course, annoyingly. He was as thrilled about the marriage now as he was a week ago, maybe even less, but his frustrations were not her fault. Though the fact did not temper his mood.

“I do not believe either of our intentions were taken into account in this.” Aemond replied, only now turning to look at her.

He felt a small amount of guilt, surely, she would prefer to be married to someone that wished to be married to her. But such was the way of royalty and nobility. Choice was rarely offered. But maybe, they could make something of this. Lyanna seemed intriguing, intelligent. Far more nuanced a woman than most Southern ladies he had met. The issue was whether Aemond even knew where to begin such a relationship.

“Choice or not, this is our lot, my prince. We are to be husband and wife, whether it suits us or not.” Lyanna toyed with the ring on her finger, depicting a wolf’s head, that she wore to match her brother. It served to calm her, a habit she realised would become quite useful now.

Aemond sighed. It was not fair, on either of them, but more so on Lyanna. Aemond could focus on war after their wedding, but Lyanna would be expected to play the role of a loyal wife to a man she may not even like. He had never considered that part.

“Mayhaps, we could find common ground, my lady? Find a way to handle our duty properly?”

Lyanna frowned. Duty. Of course that was what Aemond would focus on. He seemed like that sort of man. Upholding his role as prince, his duty, was clearly the most important part of his life.

“Properly? Do tell how we would do that, my prince?” Lyanna replied, a little harsher than intended. She was tired from travelling, homesick already. A combination that her nerves frayed already.

“Do you seek to lecture me on duty so soon?”

Aemond’s lips formed a tight line. While he would usually appreciate someone being so forthright with him, he was not in the mood for an argument. But it seemed Lyanna was. Aemond’s eye bored into hers, his breath coming only through his nose. He was on edge as it was, he did not need to argue with her.

“I have heard enough of duty, of what is required of me from my brother, from the maester back home. I do not need to hear it from you!” Lyanna bit back.

Lyanna was at the end of her tether. Any emotion she had felt from the moment Cregan had agreed to her betrothal was pouring out and being directed at Aemond, even if he was likely not the right target for her temper. But she needed to release it somehow.

She began to walk away, in the direction of where she assumed her rooms would be. She simply wanted to be alone. In a place that was entirely unfamiliar. Aemond wanted to let her go, to be left with his own thoughts, but he knew his mother would never let it lie if he did that.

He grunted in frustration, closing the distance between them and gripping her arm. His move was a little harsher than he intended, but he was frustrated.

“Do not walk away from me. I do not appreciate being spoken to in such a manner. You are not my wife yet. I am a prince, and I expect to be treated as such.” Aemond nearly growled the words at her, his voice low.

But Lyanna was not one to be intimidated.

“And I am not some weak Southern woman for you to scare into submission, my prince.” Lyanna hissed the words back at him, trying to remove her arm from his grip but he was a fair bit stronger than she was.

"This agreement gives your brother quite an army, my prince, do not forget that." Lyanna snapped, taking one step closer to Aemond, using his grip on her arm to remain close to him.

Aemond breathed deep. “Do not seek to provoke me, my lady.” He warned, but Lyanna only smiled.

“Why, will you threaten me as you did your nephew?”

Lyanna knew her words would hurt him. While it was not her intention to upset Aemond, her anger at the entire situation was seemingly clouding her judgement. Aemond’s grip tightened. He was quite lucky that not a single person had passed them, yet.

“Mind your words, Lady Lyanna.”

His words were a warning, a warning she should likely heed. But she had heard the tales of him. How he had killed his nephew, of his sharp temper. She wanted to know, truly, what kind of man she was marrying. Aemond could feel her provocation and it was becoming increasingly more challenging to ignore her barbed words.

“My words? My words will be the least of your concern. I am sure you understand my reservations, as your reputation precedes you.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched at her words, his hand on her arm still tight. He knew what she meant. Kinslayer. She had said it back in Winterfell. He knew his actions would have consequences, but he did not realise how far they would reach. How was he supposed to respond? Argue back? Or tell her how much her words hurt?

Instead, he said nothing. He released her arm with little care.

“Your rooms are at the end of the hall, my lady.” He replied, his back already turned to her. Before Lyanna could respond, he was gone, and she was alone.

This marriage would be an interesting one, it seemed.

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CHAPTER TWO | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: zombies, near death experience, violence, frankie, and idk

A/N: i imagine heather to look like beabadoobee + this is like 6k words or sum like that

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It's your first day in the neighborhood, and you're already behind bars. You quickly get up as the door to the room opens, revealing a stern-looking police officer. She glances at you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, making you feel even more uneasy.

The blonde woman then begins laughing. Her laughter echoes through the room, breaking the tension that had been building up. You can't help but feel a sense of relief as her laughter seems to lighten the atmosphere.

"If it were up to me, I'd let you out tonight, but Dewey wants you to think about what you've done. Frankie always edged me the wrong way as soon as he got here, he's too childish. I'm Officer Kirby, by the way." Officer Kirby's voice is surprisingly friendly, contrasting with the initial air of suspicion.

She leans against the wall, her expression softening as she continues to speak. "Dewey just wants to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions. We're here to help you, not punish you."

You nod at her words, "Thank you." Officer Kirby nods back, a reassuring smile on her face. "You're welcome," she says, her tone filled with genuine sympathy. "I'll let your visitor in."

Visitor? Was it Iris? You wrap your hand around the iron bars in front of you, waiting for Kirby to bring your visitor in. The sound of footsteps grows louder, and your heart skips a beat as the door swings open to reveal... Tara?

The freckled-faced girl walks towards you with a hesitant smile. "Hey," she says softly. You send her a tiny smile, your voice as low as hers. "Hey."

Tara's visit catches you off guard, and you can't help but wonder why she is visiting you in this place. As she reaches the iron bars, you notice a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "...Thank you. For, uh, not letting me leave with him." You nod, understanding her gratitude. "Of course, Tara. I guess we're even now, huh?"

Tara's eyes widen slightly. "Yeah, I guess so. I still feel like I owe you one." You give her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease any lingering doubts she may have. "Don't worry about it, Tara. Just glad I could help."

Tara stares at you a bit before shaking her head, "Yeah, I don't know. I think I was more messed up than I realized." You slip a finger through the bar, reaching out to gently touch her hand. Tara eyes your hand for a bit, hesitant at first but eventually allowing your touch.

"It's okay, Tara. Plus, I think we were all a little messed up at that party. I thought I landed all my punches until I realized I saw three Frankies instead of one."

Tara gives a small chuckle, her dimples deepening as she looks up at you. You smile at Tara's chuckle, relieved to see her mood lighten. Your own smile begins to fade as you ask, "Hey, do you know anyone named Iris here?" Her eyebrows furrow, and she slowly nods her head.

"Iris? Yeah, I know her. Her and Chad are supposed to be a thing. Why do you ask?" Tara's voice carries a hint of curiosity as she waits for your response.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should confide in Tara. But after a deep breath, you decide to trust her. "I knew Iris before...you know, the walkers. She was my girlfriend."

Tara's eyes widen in surprise, "Are you serious?" You nod, pulling your hand back behind the bars. "Yeah, we've been together since high school. It feels like a lifetime ago now," you reply, a hint of sadness in your voice. Tara's expression softens.

Before she speaks, you noticed a mix of emotions flicker across her face: empathy, understanding, and perhaps a touch of curiosity. It's clear that Tara wants to know more, but she respects your vulnerability and decides to give you the space to share at your own pace. "I'm sorry..."

"It's nice to know she's safe, though. I've been stressing myself out about it." You clear your throat, and tears begin to well up in your eyes. Fuck. You were really about to cry in front of Tara. She frowns at the sight of your tears, worry evident in her expression.

Tara reaches into the cell, her hand barely brushing your forearm "Hey, it's okay to let it out," she says softly. "I'm here for you, whatever you need." You take a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you at Tara's words.

Her empathy and support make you feel seen and understood. With a shaky voice, you manage to say, "Thank you, Tara. I just... I've been holding it all in for so long, and it's been overwhelming."

You lace your fingers together, trying to steady yourself. Tara's presence provides a much-needed sense of comfort and safety, allowing you to finally release the emotions that have been weighing you down. As tears stream down your face, Tara begins crouching down, allowing you both to sit down on the floor together.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Tara's eyes soften along with her voice, "You don't have to apologize. Now we're even." She jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You manage a weak smile, grateful for Tara's attempt to brighten you up.

The two of you sit in silence, finding solace in each other's presence as you navigate through the overwhelming emotions together.

You don't know how long you've been sitting there, but soon Officer Bailey walks inside the room. Officer Bailey's stern expression softens as he takes in the scene, a small smile fighting his lips. He clears his throat, breaking the silence, "Tara. Visiting time is over."

Tara looks up at Officer Bailey, her eyes filled with sadness but also a sense of acceptance. She squeezes your hand gently before standing up. "Okay." As she walks towards the door, she turns back to give you one last reassuring smile, which you return.

As Tara exits the room, Officer Bailey follows closely behind her, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. You watch them disappear from sight, letting out a heavy sigh.

How could Iris move on without knowing you were okay? Did she even care about you anymore? These questions lingered in your mind, causing a pang of uncertainty. You couldn't help but wonder if Iris had truly moved on or if she still held a flicker of love for you deep within her heart.

You remind yourself that people change, and perhaps Iris had her own reasons for moving on. But somewhere deep down, you still held onto the hope that she had not completely forgotten about you.

It's now afternoon, and you're back in Gale's living room. "Officer Hicks told me what happened at the party." You open your mouth to speak, but she interrupts you.

"I'm not mad! Just a little bit disappointed. I understand that things can get out of hand sometimes, especially at parties. But I hope you realize the importance of making responsible choices and considering the consequences of your actions. I'm also not saying you were in the wrong, but violence was not the way to go about that." As Gale speaks, you feel a sense of relief knowing that she isn't holding any grudges against you.

You nod, grateful for Gale's understanding and willingness to let go of any lingering resentment. "Thank you." You say sincerely, and Gale smiles warmly, believing in your ability to grow from this.

"Anyways. About your job." You perk up, eager to find out what role Gale has assigned you. Gale continues, "I've been thinking about it, and I think you'll be a great runner of ours. You'll be stationed with Chad, Wes, Ethan, and Danny. Sometimes it's about supplies, and other times it's about taking out a herd that's getting a bit too close to home." You feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of being part of the team and contributing to the community's safety.

Gale assures you, "Don't worry, we'll provide you with all the necessary equipment you'll need to handle any situation that may arise." She explains that the team has a well-stocked supply room with everything from weapons to protective gear. Additionally, Gale mentions that they regularly conduct training sessions to ensure everyone is prepared for any challenges they may face.

"Do you have any questions? —" The front door is loudly slammed open, causing you and Gale to rise from the couch. "Sorry, Gale! She wouldn't listen to me." You recognize that voice as Sidney's, but the figure that makes its way down the hallway isn't Sidney, but Iris.

Iris has a distraught look on her face, but anger is also evident in her eyes. She storms into the room, ignoring your presence, and confronts Gale. "Tell Dewey to get a team ready to look for my sister now! Not later now! How could you wait? What if she's in trouble? What if she's bit?"

Iris's voice trembles with worry as she pleads with Gale, her words filled with urgency and fear. Gale's gaze flickers from Sidney's to Iris's, unsure of what to do. You speak up, "Heathers in trouble?"

Iris turns towards you, her eyes filled with desperation. "Yes, Heather's been missing for hours now. Richie returned without her. We need to find her before something bad happens," she says, her voice stern.

Gale's expression softens as they realize the gravity of the situation. "Iris is right, we can't waste any more time. We need to gather a search party and start looking for Heather immediately," Gale declares, determination shining in their eyes.

Everyone rushes out of the house, splitting in different directions as they set up for a search party. You follow Gale the entire time, who turns around as the two of you hand out weapons. She holds out a pistol, "Are you ready?"

You take the pistol from Gale's outstretched hand and say, "More than you know." Gale smirks at your words, and Ethan comes behind you, patting your back. You smile at the curly-haired boy who makes his way inside the truck.

You then glance to your left, Sam is hugging Danny goodbye, and Chad... Chad held Iris's face in his palms, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. Chad whispers something to Iris, and she nods, her eyes never leaving his.

You swallow the lump in your throat, jealousy running throughout your body. Suddenly, a hand lands on your forearm, causing you to jump. You turn around to see Tara, who gives you a subtle smile. "Don't die out there. You owe me for last night."

You give Tara a grateful smile and nod, appreciating her support. "Thanks, Tara. I'll make sure to come back in one piece," you reply, a smile on your face. Tara's heart flutters. She doesn't know what it was, but there was something about your smile that made her feel fuzzy inside.

As you turn back towards the truck, you take a deep breath and remind yourself of the mission ahead, pushing aside any lingering feelings of jealousy.

"Hey? Where the hell is Wes?" Chad asks, moving away from Iris. Tara's smile fades slightly as she scans the area, realizing that Wes is nowhere to be seen. As if on cue, Wes emerges, but with crutches, limping towards the group.

"Hey, man? What happened?" Chad asks, you furrow your eyebrows too, as Wes was just fine last night. Wes looks down at his crutches and sighs. "I had a little accident this morning," he explains. "Fell down the steps and twisted my ankle pretty bad." You feel a pang of sympathy for Wes, hoping he's okay.

Ethan is now out of the SUV, frowning at his friend's injury. "Won't that mean we need someone to replace him for the mission?" Danny glances at Ethan, nodding.

"Yeah, we might need to find a replacement," he says, considering the implications of Wes' injury on the mission. "We can't afford to have someone who can't keep up."

"Gale!" Danny calls out, catching the attention of their dark-haired woman. Gale looks over, curious about the urgency in Danny's voice. She holds up a finger at Richie, who nods, looking back down at a map to try and pinpoint exactly where Heather could be.

"We need someone to step in for Wes," Danny explains, gesturing towards Wes. Gale nods, processing the information quickly. "I can." Another Office that you haven't met says, walking closer to the group of people. Wes eyes widen, "Mom! No."

The officer ignores Wes's protest, her drive unwavering. She looks at him with a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, Wes. We need to find Heather as soon as possible." Gale gestures to the blonde haired woman to speak with her privately.

Gale leads the officer away from the group, their conversation filled with hushed tones and concerned expressions. You furrow your eyebrows.

What could they be talking about that they can't announce to the group?

As you watch Gale and the officer converse, a sense of unease washes over you. You wonder if there is something more serious going on than just finding Heather. The hushed tones and concerned expressions make you question if there is a hidden danger or threat that they are discussing.

The officer nods, walking away from Gale. Gale walks back to the group, "Frankie will be joining you guys. Chad, speak with Richie." Gale sends everyone a glance before walking away, with Iris and Wes following. Chad quickly nods and approaches Richie, who points at the map and discusses where to look for Heather.

You turn to Ethan, "What's that all about?" He just shrugs and says, "I'm not sure, but it seems like something serious. We should stay alert and keep an eye out for anything unusual while we search for Heather."

He goes back into the SUV, and you turn your head, noticing Tara's stare on you.

She's been staring at you so long that she didn't even notice Sam walking away, leaving her alone. You meet Tara's gaze and raise an eyebrow, silently questioning her.

She quickly looks away, blushing and pretending to be interested in something else. You smile to yourself before following Ethan into the SUV, maybe Tara does like you after all.

The door opens, revealing Frankie. Frankie scoots inside, obviously upset at the fact that you're in his presence. You can't help but crack a smile at his swollen cheek since it appears one of your punches did connect from last night.

Ethan glances at Frankie's swollen cheek and raises an eyebrow, amused by the evidence of your altercation.

He then taps your shoulder, allowing you to take his seat as he sits between you and Frankie. Just as he does this, Chad and Danny get into the truck, glancing at the three of you. "Everyone good?" Ethan nods, raising his thumb with a wide smile on his face.

Chad and Danny exchange a knowing look before shrugging and starting the engine. The truck begins moving down the road, the engine rumbling beneath you. As the truck gains speed, along with your heart rate. You wonder if Heather is safe, and you wonder if you'll return home well and alive.

You steal a glance at Frankie, who seems equally concerned. The uncertainty hangs heavy in the air, but you try to push those thoughts aside and focus on the present moment, gripping onto the seat tightly as the truck continues its journey.

You're miles outside of the community, stepping on branches and leaves as you navigate through the forest. A walker slowly but surely begins approaching your group, its decaying limbs dragging along the ground. You grip your knife tighter before raising it. The walker attempts to grab you, but it's limps fall flat as your knife digs into his skull.

The metallic tang of blood fills the air as you swiftly dispatch the walker. You look at Chad, who nods, ushering everyone to follow him. Chad's leadership skills shine through as he confidently leads the group deeper into the forest, his knowledge of survival tactics evident.

"It should be up here." Danny whispers, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. The group moves silently, their senses heightened, ready for any potential danger lurking in the shadows.

An abandoned shed comes into view, its weathered wood creaking in the wind. Chad cautiously approaches the entrance, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon, prepared for whatever may await them inside.

As Chad pushes open the door, a musty smell fills the air, adding to the creepy ambiance. The group steps inside, trying to adjust their eyes to the dark interior. Thankfully, Ethan turns on his flashlight, illuminating the room and revealing the decaying furniture and cobwebs that cover every surface.

"She can't be here." Ethan whispers, looking around at the group. Chad sighs, clenching his jaw in frustration. You search around the room, hoping to find any clues or signs of Heather. The silence is broken by a faint creaking sound, causing everyone to freeze in anticipation, your hearts pounding in your chests.

Everyone raises their guns, gripping them tightly, ready to defend themselves if necessary. The creaking sound doesn't repeat itself, but the tension in the room remains palpable. Ethan's eyes dart around, scanning every corner for any movement. Chad takes a step forward, his voice filled with determination. "We need to keep searching," he says, his tone commanding.

Your foot hits a loose floorboard, causing it to let out a small squeak, nobody else heard it but you. You then crouch down in front of it, examining the floorboard closely. It appears to have been recently disturbed, with fresh scratches and marks. A sense of unease washes over you as you wonder what could have caused this and if there's something hidden beneath it.

You glance up at Chad, who seems to have noticed your sudden interest in the floorboard. His eyes narrow, mirroring your own unease. Without a word, you both exchange a knowing look, silently agreeing to investigate further. With renewed determination, you pry the loose floorboard open, revealing a hidden compartment underneath.

Abruptly, you're punched in the face, knocking you off balance and sending you sprawling onto the floor. Chad reacts quickly, lunging forward to defend you from the unseen attacker.

A dark-haired girl emerges from the compartment, throwing someone in Chad's face. You squint your eyes, recognizing her—it was Heather! You quickly stand up, but your eyes dart to Frankie, whose finger is about to squeeze the trigger. "Frankie! Don't!"

You shout, desperately hoping to stop Frankie from pulling the trigger. You push the gun away from Heather as a shot rings out, shattering the silence. The bullet narrowly misses Heather's head, grazing her ear instead.

The sound of the gunshot echoes through the air, sending a shockwave of fear through everyone present. Time seems to slow down as Heather stumbles back, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her wounded ear.

The pain and confusion in her eyes are mirrored by the collective gasp of the group, their faces frozen in a mixture of horror and disbelief. As the gravity of the situation sinks in, chaos erupts around you, with people scrambling to Heather's side and people confronting Frankie.

"Frankie! What the fuck!" Danny shouts, helping Heather get to her feet. Frankie's face pales as he realizes the consequences of his actions, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He stammers, desperately trying to explain himself amidst the chaos and commotion.

"I-I didn't know!" Frankie's voice cracks with fear as he looks around at the accusing glares from the group. His words hang in the air, overshadowed by the weight of his mistake.

"We have to go, now!" Chad announces, grabbing Frankie by the arm and pulling him towards the exit. The group follows Chad's lead, Danny wraps an arm around Heather, helping her the best he can.

Ethan kicks open the door, everyone falling behind him. "You dipshit, you just alerted every single walker in our area with that shot!" You can hear the panic in Ethan's voice as he berates Frankie for his careless action.

"You think we can make it to the truck?" You ask Chad, who pushes Frankie in front of him.

Chad glances back at you, his eyes filled with focus. "We don't have a choice," he replies firmly. "We have to try." With that, he quickens his pace, leading the group towards the distant truck, their lives hanging in the balance.

Danny tries his best to comfort Heather, who is visibly shaken by the close encounter. "We'll make it out of this," he reassures her, his voice filled with persistence. "We just need to stick together and keep moving." Heather nods, finding solace in Danny's words as they continue their treacherous journey towards safety. "I don't know if it's because of all the blood I've lost, but...is that Y/N?"

You smile at the girl beside you, jumping over a fallen tree trunk. "The one and only." You smile. Heather's eyes light up, a glimmer of hope shining through her exhaustion. "I knew you were alive."

Your eyes snap back to the path in front of you as Ethan's boots skirt rocky path, almost sliding. "Watch out," you warn, reaching out a hand to steady him. Ethan nods gratefully, his face pale with fear.

"Wait!" Chad whisper yells, causing everyone in the group to pause. "Do you guys hear that?" You strain your ears, trying to catch any sound that Chad might have heard. The forest is eerily quiet, but then you hear it too—a faint rustling in the distance. It could be the wind, or it could be something else.

"Is that a herd?" Danny asks Chad, squinting his eyes as he tries to make out the source of the sound. Chad nods his head, his expression turning serious. "I think so," he replies, his voice filled with concern. The rustling grows louder, and you can now hear the distinct sound of branches snapping. Your heart starts to race as you realize that whatever is approaching is getting closer and closer.

Groaning and loud moaning from the dead are now added to the mix, sending chills down your spine. "Shit...run!" Ethan yells, his voice filled with panic. Chad and you exchange a quick glance before sprinting, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The sounds get louder, which only fuels your fear, urging you to run faster and escape.

As you run, the smell of decay fills the air, intensifying the horror of the situation. Each step feels heavier as you push yourself to your limits, desperate to put as much distance between you and whatever lurks behind.

You trip over a fallen branch, trying to get back up, but it seems your leg has gotten caught. Panic sets in as you struggle to free yourself, with the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out everything else. You see a walker in the distance gaining on you, causing you to frantically tug at your trapped leg, desperate to break free.

No one seems to notice you've fallen behind—except for Frankie. He stands there in fear and uncertainty, torn between running ahead to safety or staying to help you. His eyes dart back and forth, searching for a solution, as he weighs the risks of leaving you behind. Time feels like it's slipping away as the walker draws closer, and you can only hope that Frankie makes the right choice before it's too late.

He decides to run away, and you watch as he disappears into the distance, leaving you behind.

"Fuck!" Panic sets in as you realize you're on your own with no one to help you escape the approaching danger. Your heart races as you desperately try to come up with a plan to free yourself from the trap and catch up to safety.

The walker is getting closer and closer, its moans growing louder and more desperate. You reach for your knife, which fell when you did, and your middle finger barely brushes against the handle. Your fingers tremble as you struggle to grip the knife, your mind races with thoughts of survival.

The gut hungry walker falls on top of you. Its decaying breath fills your nostrils, causing you to gag. Panic sets in as you feel its cold, lifeless hands clawing at your flesh. You fight back, desperately trying to push the walker off of you.

With a surge of determination, you manage to snatch the knife and tightly grasp it in your hand, digging the knife into its head. The walker's grip weakens as its body goes limp, finally releasing you from its clutches. You let out a heavy breath, pushing it off of you and using your knife to break free from the trap.

Rushing up, you gather anything else you dropped before rushing in the direction of your group, angry and relieved that you're still alive.

"Where's Y/N?" Chad asks, scanning the group for your face. Everyone has made it to the car besides you and Frankie. Frankie finally catches up to the group, out of breath. "I saw Y/N get bit," Frankie pants, sweat dripping down his forehead. "She's gone! It's too late."

Chad's face turns pale as he processes Frankie's words. The group falls into a stunned silence, grief and shock filling the air. Danny leaves the back of the truck, Heather safe and asleep. "What happened?" He questions, unaware of the news.

Frankie takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Y/N got bit by one of those things," he explains, his voice trembling. "I couldn't do anything to save her. It all happened so fast."

Chad's eyes well up with tears as he struggles to find the right words to respond. The weight of the loss hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their already tragic situation.

"We should get her body. To be bury her." Ethan announces to the group. Chad nods solemnly, his voice barely a whisper. "You're right. She deserves a proper farewell."

Abruptly, you appear from the forest, startling everyone. "What the—" Ethan's voice is cut off by you pushing Frankie against the truck, your face contorted with anger.

"You think you can just walk away after what you did?" you seethe, your voice filled with rage. The group watches in shock as you confront Frankie, "You just left me out there to die!"

Frankie's eyes widen in surprise, his voice shaking as he tries to explain himself. "I... I didn't mean to. It was a split-second decision, I panicked." Your nostrils flare before you look at the rest of the group, "We should move, the herd isn't too far behind."

Chad nods and says, "Let's go." Frankie swallows a lump in his throat before joining everyone in the SUV. The SUV speeds away, tension hangs heavy in the air. The group remains silent, each lost in their own thoughts, contemplating the consequences of Frankie's impulsive actions. The trust that once bound them together now teeters on the edge of collapse.

When you arrive at the community, you're greeted by a doctor, the police force, Sam, Quinn, Tara, Iris, Gale, and Sidney. Iris and the doctor rush Heather to the infirmary, while the police begin to put away the weapons and supplies that were used during the mission.

Sam brings Danny into a kiss, relieved to have him back safely. Ethan rushes to his sister, overwhelmed with worry and relief as he embraces her tightly. Chad walks toward Gale and Sidney, informing them about what happened during the mission. You glance at Tara, who smiles at you before walking toward you.

She brings you into a surprising hug, which you hesitate to return. She notices this going to pull back, "Shit, I'm sorry if I crossed a boundary," she stammers, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "I just... I'm really glad you're okay."

You quickly reassure her that it's alright and reciprocate the hug, feeling a fuzzy sensation spread through you as you hold her. She smiles once more, genuine concern and affection visible in her eyes as you start to back away.

You look back at Frankie, who's been leaning against the car ever since you've arrived. You clench your jaw, remembering how he just left you to die. "Hey..." Tara speaks, and your head turns back to her. "What happened?" You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation.

"Frankie... left me," you say. "My leg got trapped, but luckily I managed to escape." Tara's expression turns serious as she listens intently, her eyes reflecting a growing concern for your well-being.

"He just abandoned me, Tara," you continue, shaking your head as the moment flashes before your eyes. "I couldn't believe it. I thought we were a team, but he left me behind without a second thought. And he shot Heather!"

Tara's brows furrow in disbelief, and she reaches out to gently touch your arm, offering comfort and support. "What the fuck? Are you serious? What an asshole." She mutters, glaring at the boy behind you.

You let out a chuckle, placing a hand on top of hers. "Yeah..." Chad, Gale, and Sidney turn to look at Frankie, whispering amongst themselves.

"I can't believe Frankie would do that," Chad says, shaking his head in disappointment. "I thought he was better than that." Gale nods in agreement, adding, "It's a shame. We trusted him." Sidney chimes in, her voice filled with frustration, "We should give him a new job. It's obvious he doesn't belong out there. I mean, what if Y/N died?"

You stare into Tara's eyes, getting lost in them. "Did I ever thank you for taking me back here? And saving my life?" Tara's face breaks out into another smile, "I think you did about the saving your life thing, taking you back? Not yet." She jokingly adds, "But don't worry, I'll be expecting a heartfelt thank you soon."

You chuckle and playfully nudge her shoulder. "...Hmm, I can't think of a thank you right now."

Tara playfully rolls her eyes and says, "Well, I guess I can wait a little longer for that thank you. Just don't forget, I'm here for you."

You smile and say, "Likewise." You then let go of her hand, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to see if Heather's doing okay."

Tara nods, giving you a reassuring smile. "I'll see you later." You give Tara a grateful nod and head towards the infirmary. An older man, Iris, and Heather turn their heads to you, and Heather's face lights up when she sees you. Iris gives you a nod of acknowledgement, and you can see the worry in her eyes. "How's the ear?"

"Dr. Danny Orth said I'll be fine. Just lost a bit of my ear." You nod at her words, sitting down beside Iris, "Well, I'm glad you're okay." Heather smiles weakly, "Yeah, it was a close call. I'm just grateful to be alive." She stares at you, her smile widening. "I still can't believe you're here."

You chuckle and reply, "I missed you, Heather." You reach out and squeeze her hand, returning her own smile before standing up. "Rest, okay?" Iris tells Heather, who playfully rolls her eyes with a nod. "I will," Heather assures Iris. Iris then sends you a look, which you read.

It's as if she is silently thanking you for being there for Heather in her time of need. You walk closer to her, whispering. "Can we please talk?" Iris looks into your eyes before glancing at her sister, whose eyes are closed. She nods and leads you out of the infirmary.

As you step outside, Iris takes a deep breath and turns to face you. "I appreciate you being there for Heather," she says softly. "It means a lot to both of us." You nod, feeling a sense of gratitude for the bond that has formed between you and the sisters during this difficult time. "I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay too," you say, concern evident in your voice.

"I'm okay." You nod. Silence begins to fall over the two of you, unsure of what to say. "How, um, handling all of this? It still feels like I'm stuck in a nightmare," you say, a nervous smile on your lips.

"I've been managing," she replies, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Silence again. She wraps her arms around herself, as if seeking comfort. "I...I missed you. I was so worried you were...dead."

Your eyes begin to water, and you reach out to gently squeeze her hand. "I missed you too." You step closer to her, "The day...the dead started walking, I went back to the apartment... to, uh, to look for you. And after that, I looked until I finally gave up. "

A tear falls from your eyes, and you wipe it away quickly. "I'm so sorry, Iris." you apologize, your voice trembling. "I'm so sorry that I stopped looking for you."

"It's okay," she whispers, her voice filled with forgiveness. "I know how chaotic everything became after the outbreak. We were all just trying to survive." She takes a deep breath, her grip on your hand tightening. "But now that we've found each other again, we can face whatever comes our way together."

You nod, sniffling. "I also...heard about you and Chad." You pause, unsure of how to continue. "I hope you know that I never stopped thinking about you, even when things got tough. And I understand if you've moved on, but I just wanted you to know that my feelings for you never changed."

Iris shakes her head. "Chad...he's a sweet guy...but I don't... I don't want to get attached to someone during these times. Especially after you, it...took a while for me to heal and find myself again. I appreciate your honesty, and it means a lot to me that you've always kept me in your thoughts. But right now, I don't think...I can."

You look at Iris, feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding. You respect her decision and silently hope that one day, when the timing is right, your paths may cross again. "Friends?"

"Friends." You both smile at each other, knowing that maintaining a friendship is the best option for now. You both understand that healing and finding oneself takes time, and that maintaining a friendship allows for growth and support without the pressure of a romantic relationship.

As you part ways, you feel grateful for the connection you share with Iris, knowing that it will continue to evolve in its own unique way.

"Is she okay?" You hear someone say while you're walking home. You turn your head to Amber, who sits on the curb of her house. "Heather?" She says, trying to be more clear.

With a gentle smile, you respond, "Yeah...you should go visit her." Amber shakes her head in disagreement, "No. The last time I saw her, I was yelling at her. I feel like such an asshole." You pause for a moment, understanding Amber's guilt.

"I think she would appreciate seeing you, regardless of what happened before. It's never too late to apologize," you suggest gently. Amber looks thoughtful, contemplating your words before nodding slowly.

"You're right." You smile at her. And she raises her eyebrows, "Tara's right. You do look attractive when you smile." Amber's comment catches you off guard, and you blush in response.

"Well, thank you," you reply, laughing a bit.

The tension in the air seems to ease as Amber chuckles softly. You furrow your eyebrows and say, "Wait. Am I not attractive when I don't smile?"

Amber chuckles again and shakes her head. "No, that's not what I meant. You're attractive either way, but your smile just adds an extra charm to your personality." You hum at her words, "Oh. Well, thanks again."

Amber playfully rolls her eyes, "I definitely just boosted your ego." You laugh, walking away. "You definitely did!"

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~ The Meeting Of Minds | pilot | JJK

Pairing: doctor! Jungkook x doctor! fem! Reader

Summary: You start working at Hanyang University Teaching Hospital as the new member of the diagnostician team under the watchful eyes of the arrogant Doctor Jeon Jungkook. You'll have to stick around to find out Doctor Jungkook's true nature and perhaps figure him out. If you didn’t grow to hate him first, that is.

Warnings: doctor! AU, grumpy x sunshine! AU, SLOWBURN sarcasm, dark humor (it will get darker), mentions of sickness, mentions of treatments, Jungkook is an ass, cussing (like once), oc is described to be shorter than Koo, oc wears perfume, mentions of food, this is a light chapter tbh, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.1k words

A/N: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the pilot of my new series! I hope you are excited about this new project of mine. This will be a looong series to begin with, filled with long chapters and lots of dark humour. löl

This was inspired by the American series "Dr. House" as I recently started to watch it (again) and well, this came out. I really hope you will enjoy it and will look forward to more of our medical duo!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

The soft tick tack of the clock on the wall was the only thing that could be heard in the spacious office among the dry sound of someone playing with a yoyo. The lights were off, people walked outside of the hall, not paying attention to the eccentric doctor who waited to clock out of work as soon as it was five sharp.

The door to his office opened and a loud sigh was heard before the sweet voice of the man at the door spoke.

"Dr. Jeon, Seokjin wants to see you."

With an abrupt movement, Jungkook caught the yoyo before he stood up with lethargic movements, already dreading to meet his boss and Dean of Medicine of the hospital he worked at.

"What now? Is he going to pester me again about the clinic?"

Taehyung, the man at the door and a kind nurse at Hanyang University Teaching Hospital shrugged as he pressed his lips in a thin line. The doctor sighed, making his way out of the office without another word.

While walking through the corridors, he felt the eyes of the staff on him. How they somehow felt intimidated by his emotionless aura. Jungkook didn't care. He has never cared to begin with. But he wasn't going to deny it came to be uncomfortable from time to time. And all because of what? Because he didn't like visiting his patients? What a crappy excuse to hide their distaste.

"What do you want, Seokjin?"

Said Jungkook in an almost demanding voice as he entered the office of his superior. Seokjin sighed to himself, running a hand through his hair before he stood up.

"Have you ever heard about knocking?"

"Well, I have now. Thanks for the enlightening experience."

Seokjin rolled his eyes, already on edge at the attitude of the slightly younger doctor before him.

"You owe me your clinic hours."

Jungkook let out a deep breath, taking out his zippo lighter from his pant's pocket as he flipped the lid on and off, on and off and on and off again.

"Are you really going to lecture me right now? I have work to do, Seokjin."

The latter pursed his lips together, annoyance bubbled within him at the audacity Dr. Jeon had to speak that way to his very own superior and boss.

"Don't provoke me, Jeon. You'll do three hours a day and since you delayed it for two years, I'm adding an extra four years to compensate for the time lost."

Jungkook frowned, closing his lighter abruptly with a dry sound that resonated across the walls of the nearly empty office.

"I can always resign."

A smirk painted itself over Seokjin's plump lips as he gazed at the doctor in front of him with subtle arrogance over his dark eyes.

"I sign your paychecks and you signed a contract with this hospital. Besides, no-one would hire you. You are hideous to work with, Jeon."

Jungkook let out a groan, visibly irritated at how his day had turned into.

"If that was all you wanted to say, I'll be in my office questioning my entire existence."

Seokjin let out a soft chuckle, happy with himself at Jungkook's annoyance. Sometimes, the young doctor needed a taste of his own medicine.

"Dr. Jeon,"

He stopped at arms length from the glass door. Closing his eyes in utter exasperation before he turned around and glared at Seokjin.

"your immunologist has been selected. She'll be with you in an hour or two."

Jungkook frowned, putting his lighter back in his pocket as he took a step forward, never breaking eye contact.

"She?"

He lifted an eyebrow and Seokjin nodded, shoving his hands in his white coat as he elaborated further.

"Oh, yes. You'll love her. She's quite a darling, actually. Very professional too."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning around to exit the office for once as he mumbled under his breath a single sentence Seokjin was too far away to actually hear.

"We'll see."

And with that, his hand grabbed the metal handle and he opened the door, turning around abruptly to go back to his office and silently wait until it was five o'clock so that he could leave when he suddenly felt someone collide with him.

Jungkook let out a soft grunt at the impact before his hands automatically went to stabilise the person whose scent invaded his senses like a thick fog on a summer morning.

The smell of Miss Dior suffocated him as he looked down at the woman who blinked in confusion before she began apologising profusely.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

You looked up with wide eyes and slightly parted lips only to meet the intense gaze of a tall man with dark hair and doe eyes that were as cold as ice. His hands held your waist with a firm grip while your hands rested on his forearms.

"Obviously you weren't looking."

You gulped, taking a step back from him. Forcing his large hands to leave your form before you bent down and picked up the -luckily- still container of fresh salad as well as some papers you dropped when you collided with the handsome stranger.

"Again, I am deeply sorry for-"

But when you looked up, he was already gone. You caught a glimpse of him rounding a corner before he disappeared from your line of sight, leaving you to sigh to yourself as you stood up and entered Seokjin's office.

Wordlessly you walked over to the desk, head down as you placed the files and the food down.

"I see you have already met Dr. Jeon."

You looked up at the older male as your cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at his insinuation. He probably saw everything from the commodity of his office.

"That- that was Dr. Jeon?"

He chuckled at the surprise in your voice. Seokjin was well aware of the reputation Jungkook had in the hospital. It was actually one of the main reasons why he didn't fire him despite his bitter demeanour and ironic comments that balanced between sarcasm and rudeness. A line very thin he crossed more times than he could count.

"Don't worry about him! He'll love you."

You sent him a nervous smile, not actually knowing what to do with yourself as you were caught up in such an awkward situation.

"I bet he will."

Those words left your lips in a soft murmur, only meant for you to hear but, despite your efforts, they brought a smile to Seokjin's face.

"Where's Jeon?"

Doctor Min Yoongi asked with a tint of irritation in his normally calm voice while he spinned his pen between his fingers. Doctor Jimin cleared his throat, organising his papers before he commented in his soft voice to ease the tension that had suddenly risen in the office.

"Have you all heard of the new immunologist? Seokjin said she'll be joining us today. I heard she's beautiful."

At that last sentence, Yoongi sighed deeply while Hoseok, a doctor who worked in the ER, chuckled.

"You find every single woman beautiful, Jimin."

That latter rolled his eyes, a soft smile painting over his rosy and plump lips before the door opened and the attention fell over your figure. You held yourself with elegance yet sympathy in your movements.

"I'm sorry, is this the diagnostician team office? Dr. Seokjin left me in the middle of the corridor so that he could go and get one of those tuna sandwiches."

A tall man with hazelnut coloured hair and a charming heart-shaped smile approached you.

"Yes it is. Are you looking for someone?"

You nodded, mirroring his gentle smile as you spoke with confidence laced in your words.

"Yes. I'm Doctor Lee (y/n) and I am here to work on Doctor Jeon's team."

Hoseok turned around slowly and sent Jimin a surprised look before his attention was back on you.

"You are certainly in the right place, Doctor Lee. Let me introduce you to the team."

Jungkook walked toward the office where a meeting had started twenty minutes ago. His team was probably already there and waiting for him. With heavy yet quick steps, he travelled across the large hospital, navigating through its halls as if he lived there. In a way, he did. From nine to five that was his life.

When Jungkook entered the diagnostician team office, he smelled it again. That lovely perfume he had detected two hours ago when he was leaving Seokjin's office. Miss Dior. He recognised the perfume immediately and it only took him another second to look up to spot that woman from before now sitting next to Doctor Min.

"Where were you? The meeting started twenty minutes ago."

Asked Doctor Park as he fixed his glasses over the bridge of his nose. Jungkook sighed, walking over to the whiteboard they had in the room before he faced his team once more.

"Smoke break."

He simply stated. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. To him it was, at least. You looked at Jimin in front of you, asking him silently if it would be a good opportunity to introduce yourself now to which he replied with a subtle nod and an almost invisible smile. You took a deep, silent breath in before you stood up.

"Good evening, Doctor Jeon. I'm Doctor Lee (y/n), I'm sure Seokjin told you about me. I am to work under you."

Jungkook turned to look at you. The rumours he had heard about the new immunologist were true for you were indeed rather beautiful. Not that he was going to point that out now but still...

"I know who you are. We met earlier today, remember?"

"I... uh-"

He narrowed his eyes at you, as if he were scrutinising you. Analysing you even. And something in his intense gaze made you shiver.

"Don't worry, Seokjin told me everything I need to know about you, Doctor Lee. Just do me a favour and do not keep bumping into people in the hospital, it can cause quite the drama sometimes."

Your cheeks flushed at his comment. So he did see you. He did remember. You didn't say anything further before sitting down on your chair.

"Doctor Jung, what do we have?"

Completely disregarding the last subject, Jungkook spoke with a monotonous voice. Making all eyes go to Hoseok who cleared his throat before saying.

"The antibiotics on the 401 patient are working accordingly and we are seeing progress on the damaged tissue. We believe he'll be discharged in five to seven days at most."

Silence stretched into the room.

"If that was all, you could have sent me a text."

Doctor Jeon spoke with bitterness before he began walking towards the entrance way.

"Where are you going?"

Asked Yoongi, the cardiologist sitting next to you. With all eyes on him, Jungkook opened the door and simply said.

"It's five o'clock."

And with that, he was out of the door before he walked down the hallway. Doctor Min let out a dry chuckle, picking up his notebook as he stood up.

"He took that long-ass "smoke break" only to cut this meeting short. Typical."

You looked around confused. This was certainly not the way you were used to work. Let alone call it your first experience in a new hospital. Yoongi and Hoseok left the office room, leaving you and Jimin alone as the latter put his glasses on their respective case before he stood up as well.

"Wait, what just happened?"

Jimin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he gazed down at you with tender yet tired eyes.

"That's how he is. Trust me, you'll get used to his antics."

You blinked, still confused as to what just this so-called meeting was.

"I don't understand, Doctor Jeon seemed to know what he's doing."

Jimin let out a soft chuckle. Almost as if his laugh alone was a spoonful of honey.

"Oh, believe me, he does. How else do you think he had kept his job for so long?"

You nodded slowly at that before you, too began picking up your notebook and pocketed your phone. Jimin and you left the office in silence but you just couldn't stop thinking about the eccentric and almost rude doctor that was now your boss yet was as well incredibly handsome yet seemed to have swallowed the most bitter caramel there ever was.

You'll have to stick around to find out Doctor Jeon Jungkook's true nature and perhaps figure him out. If you didn’t grow to hate him first, that is.

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

February/25/2025

~Drabbles are open for this AU!

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american royalty. ch. 2

A Homelander x F!reader fanfic.

a/n: will post ch. 3 this week but sadly my other fic will be posted next week, enjoy this slow burn dadlander fic, and thx u to all the readers. prev. chapter:

Sypnosis: Homelander never wanted to remember you, but after welcoming Ryan into his life, he thought of you & the lie that tore you two apart. Now... thinking back, thinking of your betrayal-- was he perhaps wrong about who the father of your unborn child was? Did you perhaps told the truth all those years ago?

Tags: mild gore, angst, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, OC characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter Two

Red

It had been a very long day, business was booming nowadays and since that influencer had made a couple videos on your pizzeria, you had been more than just busy, you began to run out of ingredients.

In the last four years, the restaurant had grown, it had been there since 2002 ran by your boss’s father and his brother, who had ran their own pizza shop since the 80’s but as the economy and other events hit, they had decided to relocate and re-brand, now managed by their son– a man you owed so much, had his heart not been filled with kindness you would most likely be in the streets. So you made sure his restaurant was the best, you had accolades, you’ve worked in some of the best restaurants, you were once a very prominent fast rising figure of the New York culinary scene– until Homelander came along.

Your talent revamped the restaurant and now your food was once again on the spotlight, for the first time since you left Vought, you were happy with yourself, even if it was pizza. Cooking made you happy, and this job needed you, you didn’t live in fear of sleeping in your car anymore, you didn’t need to worry that your daughter would sleep on somebody’s couch again, you were able to quit your third job and go casual on your second thanks to this place, right now you didn’t live in the best of places but you were saving up and in a couple months you’d have enough money saved up to move, and send your daughter to a better school, somewhere were her talents wouldn’t be wasted.

So here you were ten minutes before closing, another extra couple hours of overtime for your dream two bedroom apartment, where it would be safe for her, where you could finally feel like your life had moved on from him, that the door opened up and your cashier squealed.

It was a quaint looking restaurant, the wood seating was new and the wall decor had been changed trying to look less cluttered, with Art Deco lighting fixtures as the stand out feature. The place had been remodeled recently it seems, the kitchen and its big brick oven looked clean but ancient to Homelander, he stared at the menu board and metal boxes of accouterments by the counters, taking in that this was in fact a pizza place, that you of all people did in fact work at a pizza place. You who could whip up amazing fare, now made greasy cheap slices, but he had seen people come in and leave endlessly these past few days, people taking selfies, and recording themselves with your food, nothing he understood.

He looked back at the teenager on the counter offering his signature smile as she blubbered her script, then as you took a step closer knowing you couldn’t hide in this open kitchen you finally looked at each other for the first time in seven years.

Your throat collapsed and your whole body became prickly and tight, your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack, you looked at the clock cursing that it wasn’t over, you were almost done packing the kitchen and readying for tomorrow, having a customer at this hour was awful but having him here was about to take you to an early grave.

“What’s your best seller?” Homelander muttered looking straight at you with an aloof stare, then back at the cashier– is pizza night at my house, sorry for coming so late hope that’s not a problem?” he said exceedingly politely.

The teenager blushed and looked back at you as if asking you to pinch her.

“That would be our pepperoni queen– is two types of cheese, extra pepperoni, with our signature house made marinara, with a dash of vodka sauce in our sourdough thin crust… chili oil is optional” You had managed to say trying to ignore those piercing blue eyes, you moved back to your place staring at the few remaining trays of dough balls left– our second best seller is our chicken florentine pie.”

Homelander admittedly detested pizza, it was greasy, gooey and heavy, it was fattening and gross, but there was a familiar aroma in the room, something that was making his mouth water lightly. Looking back at the girl, he ordered both in their smallest size offered, he sat by one of the wooden booths for the ten minutes he was told to wait, and not once did he made a comment, maybe that’s why your heart stung so much, why it felt as if you were about to collapse– that after seven years, he had completely forgotten about you, while only now did you began to feel as if you could heal from all the suffering he’d cause you, how insignificant had you been all along, how you love never registered.

You both had talked of moving in together and buying a home, he wanted to buy you a restaurant, and you wanted to give him your life, you had never loved somebody as much as he made you love him, and now you were just some bum wearing a graphic t-shirt making him dinner.

You packed his food, your boss Kaleem had given him extras on the house, practically begging for Homelander to give them a photo for their socials and you simply stare as he did his superhero thing, you took one of the delivery bags knowing he would lose the food if he flew with them in hand.

After the photoshoot, Kaleem and your cashier had run to the back to show the picture to the only other staffer left at this hour.

You both looked at each other as he took the bag off your hands, you wanted to cry, your eyes welling up but you looked down afraid of him, no doubt he could hear your heartbeat tickling his ear.

“It's been a while hasn’t it?”

You could’ve collapsed into tears right then and there, it was worse to be remembered.

Growing angry at the sound of his soft voice, and that concerned expression in his face.

“Yes…”

“How you been? Didn’t think I'd ever see you again.”

“Should’ve killed me back then… got fucking close to it tho.” You dropped all pleasantries, hearing him talk and not hearing the word sorry 5 seconds in, had infuriated you. His stupid face, those stupid eyes, and that clown suit was too much for you, maybe it was the poor diet and lack of sleep but right now you wanted to ban him from Lucci’s– hope you enjoy the food.”

You pushed the bag jumping from the kitchen to the front as you headed for the door, holding it open for him.

“I’m doing alright. Now leave!”

“You don’t even want to know why I'm here?” he was taken aback by your brashness, you had always been sweet to him, tender, barely ever angry before, so why now?

“You got a little kid now, I gather like any other kid, he likes pizza… and good for him because mine is the best!”

“Not really… I actually wanted to see you. I… I just wanted to ask you something–

“Mother!!”

Your daughter emerged from the depths of the kitchen, she carried a kindle in one hand and a giftcard in the other.

“Is it okay if I use my present now? They got some books on sale and you said not to buy more books until I finished… oh…”

In the light and in front of him, your daughter truly looked like your mirror image, copy and pasted into a miniature. Her hair just past her chin, and her bangs indeed covered her eyes, peeking behind those curtains were the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen, there was no unnatural shine to them– just blue. Her lips so thin and her complexion just a tad paler than your own now that he gave it a proper look, she was so small-- too small for her age.

“Is okay honey, is your birthday you can get any books you want” Your tone shifted entirely lowering yourself to take her face and plant a quick peck on her cheek– now go back with uncle Kaleem and let mommy close shop, okay? We’ll go home in a minute.”

“Is it your birthday young lady? Congratulations.”

Homelander threw his best smile, giving the kid a cautious pet, catching the rage in your eyes as his gloved fingers touched your daughter.

“Thanks. Is not a milestone birthday so it is not worthy of congratulations… seems inane to celebrate it” she looked at her mother with a jaded expression– " I'll go get my bag, have a good night, sir.”

Homelander pressed his lip as the most deadpan voice came out of this little girl. Her oversized black sweater and the black tights made her look oddly unhappy, but the kid just stared at him with boredom, no surprise or interest when she stood next to America's favorite son.

He wondered if that was an adult or a seven year old for a second.

He worried if the kid had told his mother about that other night, but looking back at you he went with 'maybe'.

“What’s your name?” he asked, still forcing a smile– "my… you seem like a smart girl getting books for your birthday.”

“Helena.”

The kid couldn’t muster the energy to give him anything but her dead ass voice, she began to walk away not caring for manners, nor Homelander.

“She’s… cute.” he said watching that tiny figure walk away and surviving after her second nsult– great pronunciation for her age, does she even know what she’s saying?”

“Helena is not like other kids.”

“How so?”

You looked at him more tired than anything, rubbing your temples as you made yourself waste spit to talk to him.

“She’s a Supe… by the time she was two she could speak in full sentences, by three she could read at a first and second grade level, and by five she was teaching herself calculus and piano… she’s a genius; I thought she was a normal genius until… her other powers manifested– none of this matters! Just go!” You shook your head in frustration.

“You gave her V?” He said while staring at Helena.

“... I didn’t know what V was until the news broke out, I thought Helena was chosen by God! That the world blessed her with those powers, but when that story came out I’ve been wanting to ask you– did you give her V? but… if you didn’t… who… are you lying to me, John?”

Homelander looked past the concrete walls looking back at that little girl, he didn’t know what to say or do, before you could utter another word he left.

Ryan nose picked the meal quickly, glad that it was friday and his dad would let him stay up ‘til late, Homelander just dropped the meal on their new table and the kid was quick on his feet, the food was still warm, only now did Homelander noticed the extras, couple of small containers holding chili oil and freshly made ranch, garlic knots and a lemon meringue pie, it was too much but Ryan hadn’t hesitated to dig in, before Homelander could ask him to wash his hands he had ripped a slice of pepperoni.

“This is so good!” He said so cheerfully– gosh I was starving, dad.”

“I sure hope so, bud… let’s leave the pie for tomorrow…” he looked grossed out, Ryan sat opening up the garlic knot’s containers– not gonna eat?”

Homelander sat down to join him, the thought of touching all those greasy surfaces was making his stomach hurl, but he relented, taking a slice.

He was young again, and you were there coming back with some drinks as he ate your chicken florentine, this was the same recipe, the chicken was so juicy and the cheese wasn’t greasy. Ryan was shocked to see his father sound so happy as he took another bite.

It was the first time they both ate together where they felt completely comfortable with each other, maybe it was seeing Ryan not pick at his food that made Homelander able to just talk, Ryan told him all about his homework, and the videogame he was playing, he really liked Fifa at the moment even if he himself cared not for the sport.

Helena watched as her mother stood silently hovering above the sink, you hadn’t moved much for a couple of minutes, your daughter more annoyed than anything else regarding this display.

“How do you know Homelander?” she asked with a yawn.

“Huh?” you woke up from your trance– you should be in bed, darling.”

“You too. So… How do you know the clown?”

“Honey, don't say that!”

“He walks around wearing a onesie all day… like a clown… like the rest of those super clowns”

Your daughter always spoke with a creepy maturity, her voice didn’t belong to a kid.

“... He used to be my boss… he was a really bad boss…”

“You used to work for Vought?” She softened her stand.

“Honey… I don’t really want to talk about this… it's late and we are going to the museum tomorrow so you should get some sleep, mommy is just tired… hope you had a good birthday.”

“You should rest too, mother.”

Your daughter's eyes glowed momentarily turning th blinkers off before she made her way to bed, you stared at her door, thinking if she could see you.

No mother should think their child was creepy, Helena was just difficult and abrasive, to be a small kid with her brain must be unbearable. You could recall the moment she asked you about V so vividly, she looked angry, but you had no honest answer to give her, you had to lie, god knows if you got the details right about how these people committed these crimes. Helena simply had no ability to relate to people, and without the funds you couldn’t help her meet her potential, not while you were both stuck living in public housing, not while scraping every penny.

Her few friends forced her to dumb down and even they found her uneasy, only the old people seemed to handle her best, she loved to listen, and her teachers always thought of her as a delight, yet she knew no other Supe beside herself, those pageants were expensive, and networking meetings were hard to get in, talent agencies were costly– having a super-abled kid and trying to make them into a Supe was locked behind a massive paywall, all you could hope was that her genius would let her enter a university early on scholarships.

There was always Godolkin, but god knows if they would let her enter at a young age.

It would be easy if her father was involved, if John was there in her life, she would have the world but he didn’t want her, he had made that clear years ago.

So why did he lie about the V?

It had been two weeks since you seen Homelander, but he saw you a lot, he'd come back and forth-- watching you and the child with ardent curiosity, seeing you made him reminisce, of those many nights and afternoons, of the way no matter how tired you were, you always made sure to look happy when he showed up, the way you looked so at peace while cooking, of the feel of your skin against his and the taste of your precious lips as you kissed him good morning.

He followed you, on your only day off as you took Helena around the city, watching you share a slice of overprice cake while taking notes, and ate cheap chinese for lunch, you waited for two hours as Helena played chess and checkers with some oldies at a chess shop, some russian man gave her lessons-- some of these people dressed nicely perhaps pros. Some won over her and some lost but the games were quick, your daughter seemed happier when she loss than when winning.

Something about that didn’t sit well with Homelander.

Somehow he found himself in your apartment, cracking open the window to sneak in while you headed back home– the tiny apartment felt more like a closet than a habitable space, the ceilign was run down, and the appliances ancient but well kept, your bedroom was simple, cooking books and boxes sat on top of your dressers, a single’s bed with plush comforters and pillows stuck against the wall, with a wardrobe in front of it, and a cheap fan tucked in the corner. He left for your daughter’s room just a few feet away divided by the bathroom were most of the clutter and laundry lived, her bedroom was just as plain, but the books didn’t seem fit for a small child, her desk tidy and organized, he picked up a notebook from the pile, seeing math equations that hurt his eyes within seconds. All her stuff were nice and new, she had a decent computer on top of her bed, an old dresser, but there was an absence of toys– compared to Ryan’s bedroom that was filled with anything he wanted and decorated expertly. A clock adorned her walls but not much else, the few things that looked messy was a tiny plastic chess set, the kind with magnets on the bottom, and some DIY stem kits.

He took to the bathroom, it was old and falling apart, mold was growing in the corner much to Homelander’s disgust, trolley held dozens of beauty stuff and shampoos and detergents, a shelf on the wall held towels and toilet rolls. Homelander looked at a sparkly hairbrush, picking a couple strands of lost hair knowing by their lengths and color that they weren’t yours, and cursing himself for doing this as he place them on small plastic bag he had hid in his glove.

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