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Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them

John Mitchell x Reader

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Summary: Having roommates can be impossible. Especially when they get under your skin the way Mitchell does. When the catalyst of one of your arguments turns into something, well, scandalous, you must figure out what to make of your relationship- and try to keep it a secret from your other roommates.

Notes: Welp. This turned into smut. This is only the second smut I’ve ever written so please be patient with me haha. I really don’t have any excuses for this, it just happened.

Warnings: 18+ Smut (fingering, m and f sex, etc.) Minors please do not interact. You know the drill.

More Mitchell: HERE

The table had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. You kept your eyes fixed in front of you while your roommates bustled around the kitchen, George making his breakfast and Annie making yet another cup of tea she couldn't drink. Your brain had decided that if you looked at them, they’d know.

So table it was.

You’d started to regret coming down altogether when Annie sat across from you. In your peripheral, you could spot a not-so-subtle smile creeping across her lips. Oh no.

“So…” She blew out a long, theatrical breath and tapped her fingers against the spot you stared at. “Anything you’d like to share?”

Your shoulders tensed and your voice shook with worried timidity. “W-what do you mean?”

“Oh come on,” Annie gave you a cheeky grin. “Did you really think we wouldn’t find out?”

Still playing dumb, you stared at her blankly. On the inside, however, you wished the world would open up beneath you and swallow you whole.

Annie persisted. “The walls aren’t exactly thick, Y/N.” She giggled like a schoolgirl gossiping. “And it sounded like you had a very nice time, last night.”

George leaned against the counter. “God, is that what that was?” He whined though he smirked at you from over his mug. “I thought someone was hammering an accordion to the wall.”

“Well?” Annie wriggled her eyebrows at you.

You gulped. “Annie-”

“Who is he? Is he someone we know?”

You relaxed.

So they didn’t know. Thank God. Your moment of relief was only that. A moment.

“What are you goin’ on about?” A new voice asked. He stepped through the doorway, running his hands through his shower-dampened hair. Black curls stuck to his forehead. Drops of water traveled slowly down his neck. His eyes met yours, but only for a glance.

“Didn’t you hear all that noise last night?” George scoffed.

Annie beamed. “Y/N had a late-night visitor.” She winked at you.

“Must have slept through it,” Mitchell shrugged. He didn’t even look at you. He just turned his back and opened the fridge. It wasn’t fair. How unaffected he could be. Wasn’t he burning up like you were?

“Where is he? Did you kick him out already?” Annie asked.

You watched Mitchell’s back in the corner of your eye, giving Annie a nonchalant shrug. Two could play at this game. “Oh, you know. He was out as quick as he was in.”

The refrigerator door slammed shut.

“Anyway, I don’t reckon he’ll be round again,” you continued.

“Aw,” she winced, “was it that bad?”

Mitchell stormed off without saying a word. The other two didn’t seem to notice, but you smiled to yourself for the small victory of getting under his skin.

“Not bad, no,” you said. There was a tone of something else in your voice, but even you couldn’t place it. Regret, maybe. “I just don’t see it working out.”

You stuffed your sheets into your laundry bin with a loud, tired sigh. You slid to the floor with your back to the foot of your bed, laid your head against the bare mattress, and stared at the ceiling. Images and feelings from the night before ran rampant in your head and on your skin. His eyes burning into yours in the dark. His breath searing against the skin of your neck. His fingers lighting every nerve in your body on fire. For a dead man, there was so much heat still left inside of you. Was there no escaping it?

“That was quite the little performance downstairs,” Mitchell scoffed from your doorway.

You turned your head towards him, rolled your eyes, and turned back again. “I wasn’t the one with the prima donna exit.” He glowered. You ran a hand down your face and stood. “What do you want, Mitchell?”

For a moment, you thought his eyes went to your lips, but you couldn’t be sure. Just the thought made them ache with the memory of his pressed against them, hungry and wanting. It sent another wave through you. You could only hope you weren’t shaking enough for him to notice.

Mitchell shook his head. “Nothing. Forget it.”

“Which part?” You snapped.

“What?”

“Which part would be most convenient for you to have me forget?”

He shut the door. “Y/N-”

“Could it be you accusing me of attacking people in the park during the last full moon? Like I have some kind of say in the matter? Or, would you like me to erase your attempt at an apology from my memory? Would that work for you?” You didn’t realize you’d been walking towards him until you were inches- breaths- apart. “Oh, I know. Maybe you want me to forget how we fucked the night away and then you couldn’t even look at me this morning!”

Mitchell put a hand over your mouth, grabbing your other wrist when you moved to shove him off.

“Must you be so loud?” He growled.

I thought you liked me that way. You thought, but the burning in his hazel eyes kept you silent.

When he removed his hand, it was you who closed the space between your lips. Just the taste of him sent your mind reeling to the night before.

To his fingers racing over your electric skin.

To his lips traveling every inch of you.

To the moment he-

You pushed away. “Fuck,” you muttered, running your fingers through your hair. Mitchell blew out a low breath, lips swollen and gaze still locked on yours. You paced across the room as if the space could somehow save you from yourself. “This is ridiculous. What are we doing?”

“You kissed me!” He exclaimed. You glowered. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it-”

“I’m serious, Mitchell.”

“So am I,” he sighed. He stepped toward you and you didn’t step away. “Look, I came up here because last night was… it was…” He stammered for words, but you could tell where he was going.

“A mistake,” you finished. His eyes snapped to yours.

He nodded slowly. “Right. A mistake.” His agreement stung more than you thought it would.

“I mean, we don’t even like each other,” you said.

“Exactly. It was just a complete lapse in judgment,” he snapped. You didn’t understand the anger in his voice, but it made the growing lump in your throat even worse.

“Right.”

“Glad we got that out of the way.” Now he was the one shouting.

You covered the disappointment you didn’t want to face with a frustration to match his.

“Fine.”

Mitchell left, the slam of the door behind him echoing through your chest.

Fingers buried in black curls. Teeth nipping at your neck in the best of ways. Growls that rumble through your-

“Hello? Is anybody home?” Annie waved a hand in front of your eyes. Any thoughts of Mitchell’s effect on your body were banished, though you couldn’t help the anxious tapping of your foot.

Christ, even now, he still found a way to get under your skin.

“Sorry, yeah. I guess I got distracted,” you said. “You were saying?”

Your companion’s face split with a wide smile. “You’ve been distracted a lot recently, hm?” You stared blankly in response and she rolled her eyes. “Come on, Y/N. This has got to be about that guy.”

You gulped. “Guy? W-what guy?”

“You know, Mr. In-and-Out,” she snickered. “I think you liked him more than you let on and now he’s driving you mad with desire and passion.” She flared out her hands dramatically and then pressed them against her heart.

Damn, she was good.

“I…” You sucked in a breath and thought of lying. But you knew talking about it may make the itching frustration lighting up your whole body go away. And besides, it’s not like Annie knew who you were really talking about anyway. “Alright, fine. You’re right.”

She squealed. “I knew it! Tell me everything.” She didn’t wait for you to start, instead, she rambled her own predictions as you grew redder and redder in the cheeks. “So he was good then? I mean, it must have been if you’re still thinking about it. I knew there was something off about you that morning. Honestly, good for you for getting out there and getting some-”

“Annie,” you said through your embarrassment.

“Well, go on then!” She beamed.

You ducked your head sheepishly for a moment. You thought of his eyes burning into yours, hovering over you and glinting with moonlight. It was just… perfect.

“He may or may not have been better than I lead on,” you finally smirked. With a deep breath, you let the tension built up in your shoulders relax and you buried your face in your hands. “But that isn’t the problem.”

“Uh oh,” she can’t help the teasing smile on her face. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

Your head snapped back up. “What? Of course not,” you scoffed. “He may be good in bed- okay, great even, but that doesn’t change the other things about him. He’s paranoid. He’s arrogant. He… He has this way of getting under my skin no matter what he does. And don’t even get me started on the way he treats me like I have no idea how to take care of myself. Like, I’ve gotten this far in life without him, right? Where does he get off being so overprotective and-and infuriating.”

You stared at the table, your mind too lost in thought to stop your words. “He does this thing where he smiles and I can feel it light up every dark corner of my mind. Like he can somehow fix everything. And then the next minute, he embodies darkness. Not mine, but his own. I just don’t understand him. And I’m not even sure I want to. There’s something so beautiful about him and yet it terrifies me. I don’t understand how I can hate him so much and still…” You trailed off, eventually snapping out of it and looking back up at a stunned Annie.

“Love him?” She finishes for you.

You stand up from the table. “Anyway, it doesn’t even matter because he doesn’t feel the same way. I’d be surprised if he even talks to me again.”

“Oh, I’m sure-”

“Actually, can we change the subject?” You huffed, running your shaking fingers through your hair.

Reluctantly, Annie obliged and the two of you finished your meal talking about menial things happening in the neighborhood.

Mitchell leaned against the wall. From his place at the base of the stairs, he heard it all. Every word from your lips burrowed into his chest and pierced his still heart. The spark he’d felt under his skin became a wildfire. As he hurried back up the stairs so you wouldn’t see him, his mind warred with itself.

“She didn’t exactly say she had feelings for me,” he muttered to himself. “And it shouldn’t matter. I can barely stand her. What happened was a mistake, she said so.”

But he knew it was a lie. Mitchell fell back onto his bed with the dreaded realization that, no matter how he tried to fight it, the reason you drove him so crazy was because, all this time it wasn’t loathing or even just lust that drove the two of you to fight. It was love.

He lit a cigarette even though he knew you hated when smoked and brought it to his lips.

He sighed out with the smoke. “Fuck.”

It was getting ridiculous. Even as you laid in your room with a cigarette in hand, your nerves just wouldn’t quit. You always got on Mitchell for his bad habit, but it’d also been a secret habit of yours for longer than you’d known him. It was almost ironic. You scolded him for having the same vise even though you knew very well that it couldn’t kill him. Just another thing you used as an excuse to be around him, even if it was just to get into screaming matches.

You put it out on a tray by the window and stood in the way of the breeze. Why were you so hot? It was as if your room was an oven trying to suffocate you. But you were too scared to go out into the hall. You were so focused on the night air dancing across the goosebumps on your arms that you didn’t hear your door open and close again.

“Since when do you smoke?”

His voice made you jump and your hand knocked the tray off of the window sill, sending dull ashes across your floor.

“Shit,” You muttered, stooping to put out any possible sparks. Mitchell said something of an apology for startling you and crossed to help you sweep up the mess. You stood and turned your back, trying to hide the frantic panic now rushing through you. “What are you doing here?”

He rocked back on his heels but made no motion to back away from you.

“I wanted to say sorry for the way I’ve been acting. It hasn’t been fair to you and you deserve a better explanation.”

You kept your face away and tucked your trembling hands in your pockets. “I thought we already went over this-”

“I don’t regret it,” he blurted. You turned to face him, finding his hazel eyes wide and his body shaking just as much as yours. “I don’t think it was a mistake and I know you don’t either.”

You froze. Mitchell stepped towards you and pulled your hands out of your pockets, holding them firmly in his.

“I…” He blew out a low, tremoring breath. “I heard you talking to Annie.”

“Mitchell-”

“I just wanted to tell you that…” His eyes fell to your lips. He leaned forward. “I feel the same way. Every bit of it. You drive me fuckin’ mad and I never want you to stop.”

A breath away from his lips, you couldn’t move. The intensity of his stare held you in place. Just a little bit closer.

Mitchell backed away, looking defeated. He’d taken your silence as his answer.

“Anyway,” he coughed. “That’s all I wanted to say.”

He turned and started for the door. Under the thin fabric of his sleeveless shirt, you could see his shoulder blades drawn tensely together. The mere sight broke you.

“Mitchell.” Your voice came out as barely a whisper, but he turned back around.

You didn’t have to say anything. With one look into your eyes, he knew. And he didn’t waste any more time.

The two of you met in the middle, just at the foot of your bed. You crashed your lips against his, hands already clinging to the gray material of his tank. Mitchell’s arms wrapped around you, his hands gripping your waist as close to him as possible. He let one hand travel under your thigh and lifted your leg to wrap around his waist. The movement made the friction between you and the growing tent in his jeans almost unbearable. You rolled your hips against his for more relief.

A growl escaped his throat. His other hand dipped just underneath your waistband, the tips of his fingers just above where you wanted him.

“Are you sure this is what you want because I-”

You stopped him with another mind-consuming kiss. Your fingers tangled themselves in his messy, black curls and tugged just hard enough to elicit a sigh from his lips.

“I want you, Mitchell.” It was almost a whine. “Please.”

He lowered his hand. The mere touch of his fingertips grazing against your sensitive bud drew a moan from your chest.

“Shhh,” Mitchell coaxed, his lips finding your jaw. “We don’t want them to hear us again, do we love?” He slowly rubbed his index finger up and down your clit, stopping occasionally to draw even slower circles into your nerves. Your knees buckled against him, sinking you further onto his hand. His other arm steadied you. “I’ve got you, love.”

As he lowered you onto the bed, your hands worked to lift his shirt over his head. Your nails raked over the muscles of his bare back, earning you another growl.

God, his back.

You made quick work of the rest of each other’s clothes and with you laying out in front of him, completely exposed, he slipped two fingers into your core.

“Mitchell!” You cried out.

He clamped his free hand over your mouth and hovered over you with a teasing smirk.

“Must you be so loud?”

He curled his fingers perfectly to hit the soft spot that made you see stars and began pulling them in and out with a painfully slow rhythm. You had to bite down on your lips to keep from calling out his name again. He chuckled and picked up the pace. He knew what he was doing and you wanted to smack him for it. He flicked his thumb over your clit.

You pulled on his hair again, slightly harder than before, and roughly brought his lips back to yours to muffle your moans.

His fingers sped up and his mouth went to your neck. A series of nips and licks across your collarbone had you writhing beneath him even more than before. You jerked your hips against his motions, desperately chasing what you needed. The white-hot coil inside you wound tighter and tighter.

“Mitchell,” you mewled.

“That’s it,” he said against your skin. “Good girl. That’s it. Let go.”

As if on command, the dam inside you snapped, sending burning waves rushing over your body. More whimpers and moans spilled from your lips, silenced by more, softer kisses. You wrapped your hand around Mitchell’s wrist and brought his fingers up to your mouth. He watched with lust-blown eyes as you brought each glistening digit into your mouth, your tongue swirling around until each was cleaned of your wetness.

You hardly even gave yourself a moment to breathe before gently pushing back on his chest and moving to straddle his lap. With your fingers still splayed out over his chest, you sank down onto him, sheathing him completely inside you in one quick motion.

“Fuckin’ Christ Y/N,” he exclaimed breathily.

Now it was your turn to smirk, using his words against him. “We don’t want them to hear us again, do we love?”

He clenched his jaw and snapped his hips up into yours, making you both moan through gritted teeth.

You rolled against him, pushing him even deeper into you. He sat up, pulling you closer. With his arms locked around you, you bounced up and down on his cock, hitting the same spot as before with just as much thought-numbing precision. He thrust up into you and had to bite down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

“Fuck, Y/N. Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he muttered.

The bed frame knocked against the wall violently, but you’d forgotten to care.

He slotted his hand in between your bodies, rubbing fierce circles into your clit now. Between that and the filthy utterings coming from his mouth, you didn’t last much longer.

Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first and was soon followed by his. Heat filled your core as he spilled into you, both of your motions growing sloppier and less consistent. You climbed off of him, sighing from the emptiness, and fell down onto the bed beside him. Mitchell’s arm laid across your stomach and he nuzzled his face against your neck sweetly.

After a few long moments of breath and silence, he lifted his eyes to yours.

“I meant it, you know,” he whispered as if revealing a secret. “I feel for you. More than I have in a very long time.” He kissed one of the redder marks he’d left on your skin and lowered his voice even more, speaking just into your ear. “I love you, Y/N.”

You pressed your lips to his forehead, running your fingers through his wonderfully messy curls.

“I love you too.”

With the cool breeze still sweeping in from your window, the two of you fell asleep, still intertwined under your sheets.

You didn’t notice the knocking. When you awoke, you could only hear the soft rustlings of Mitchell stirring beneath you, your head on his chest and his arms still locked around you. The sun had just started to peek through the half-drawn blinds.

The knocks grew louder and then stopped.

“Y/N!” Annie called. “You promised you’d help me practice this whole poltergeist thing today!”

You smacked Mitchell’s chest. He snorted awake.

“Hey, what the fu-”

“That’s it, I’m coming in!” Annie announced.

“Shit shit shit shit.” You scrambled to find some article of clothing but failed. Annie appeared at the foot of your bed before you could even open your mouth to speak.

Mitchell scrambled into a sitting position, careful to make sure the sheet didn’t fall from his waist. You clutched the fabric up over your chest, feeling every inch of your skin turn pink.

Annie’s jaw dropped. Her eyes darted between the two of you.

“Oh. My. God.” She gasped.

“Annie, I can explain-” You started, but were cut off by her excited shrieks.

“I knew it!” She squealed. “I knew it! I knew it!” She popped back out of your room, but you could still hear her shouting all the way down the stairs. “George, I knew it!”

You and Mitchell looked at each other and fell back against the bed frame.

Mitchell shook his head. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest and he turned to kiss the top of your head.

“So much for keeping it quiet.”

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stillinracooncity · 1 year

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here, waiting for updates on the 999 fanfics I follow without thinking that people have to socialize, study, work, eat, go to the bathroom and sleep.

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call-sign-shark · 3 months

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Navigation for Lost Souls

Are you lost in the abyss?

The name is Shark, I'm 27 and I'm a content creator. In this blog, you'll find everything I write/create my fandoms. I am mainly writing for the Peaky Blinders fandoms but you will also find a handful of works I crafted for Top Gun: Maverick and upcoming Grisha verse works.

I don't bite or at least not too hard, so feel free to jump in my DM and Asks, I'll be more than happy to chat with you.

Requests are semi-open and most works are 🔞.

Peaky Blinders

Direct link to Masterlist: Heaven in Your Eyes 🪽

Direct link to Masterlist: Tangled Desires 🫧

Top Gun & TG: Maverick

Shadow & Bones (Saga Grisha)

Heaven Lavey Shelby (Original Character)

Heaven's second masterlist

Hunger Games masterlist

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thegoldfishkid13 · 7 months

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Character list/ Master list Requests are Open!!

Smut* Fluff<3 Angst ^

Twilight

Jasper hale

Transformed- x human reader <3^

Gone x human reader<3^

Granted x human reader<3^

Carlisle Cullen

Alice Cullen

Staying the night with you x human reader <3

Rosalie Hale

Red Eyes *

Top gun

Rooster/Bradley Bradshaw

Hangman/Jake Serein

Phoenix/Natasha Trace

Maverick/Pete Mitchell

Iceman/ Tom Kazansky

Maverick and Iceman

Revenge 2 3 4 ^

The outsiders

Pony boy Curtis

Bathroom Hideout <3

Sodapop Curtis

Wrong person <3

Snow Date <3

Girls Gone Wild- Modern AU

Dallas Winston

The show <3

Harry Potter

Remus lupin

The stars

Regulus Black

Home again

Rules with requests:

Please have details of what you want when requesting

Smut can be requested but I have never written it

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ellie--eille · 1 year

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Stargate, anyone?

Anyone still reading Stargate SG1/SGA fics???

I used to post fics under another name, wondering if I should rework them and repost?

Edit: omg I'm so excited stargate's a thing on tumblr! I gonna sideblog it and spam y'all with 2023 style [stargate character] x reader fics 😁 💘

my fanfiction masterlist

Daniel x GN!reader romance rated Mature, (Ao3) ok maybe getting explicit... the story starts slow but it gets there.

stargate fanfiction poll!

#stargate #stargate sg1 #sam carter #daniel jackson #jack o'neill #vala mal doran #samantha carter #sg1 #x reader #stargate atlantis #SGA #elizabeth weir #rodney mckay #cameron mitchell #john sheppard

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merakiaes · 1 year

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TL;DR - I have a lot of fanfiction-garbage and can't decide if it's worth donating in its poorly-edited, not-properly-written state, or if I should just throw it all out and let it rot in a landfill.

So, I have approximately 100k words worth of notes in my phone for fics for Top Gun: Maverick and Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Like, we aren't even talking full fic skeletons/first drafts, it's just 100k words worth of dialogue snippets and vague and very badly spelled/messily worded outlines that I've thought of at random times throughout my days for the past month or two during which my brain has been in a hyperfixation sort of overdrive.

I'd say there's probably around a hundred separate fic ideas for each of the two fandoms noted above and I oh, so desperately want to post at least a few of them before my very limited hyperfixation span is exceeded, but I haven't written in so long and I'm hesitating because if I were to post one or more fics, they wouldn't be my usual thoroughly thought-out fics. A few longer ones would be a few thousand words at most, but most no more than a thousand or a few hundred, if even that, and I'd spend little to no time working on them beyond the absoloute neccessary (e.g. cleaning up my initial notes and adding some more content for the sake of structure) because I no longer have the energy needed to go into full writing mode and probably never will again. That being said, they'd be quick, sloppy and only meet the bare minimum requirements of even being considered fics - the notes in question look like they were created by someone repeatedly slamming their head on the keyboard so we really are talking bare minimum, with mostly dialogue and very little descriptive filling.

It's been so long since I wrote that I don't know if that's even something that is worth posting. I desperately want to post something because I could really use the lift-up of reconnecting with the fanfic-community, but I've become so damn insecure about my writing and I am totally overthinking it.

So, please, grant an out-of-practice fanfiction-writer some clarity by voting on the poll provided below, so that I can make up my mind on whether or not it is worth it. Honesty is more appreciated than coddling, you will not hurt my meow meow feelings, I promise.

(I might post them, I might not. I just want some clarity in case I decide to do so bc I am a dependent little bitch who needs the opinions of others before I do literally anything in life.)

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Rodeo

(not my gif)

pairing: robert ‘bob’ floyd x pilot!reader (call sign: rodeo)

characters: bob floyd, reader, dagger squad, penny benjamin, pete mitchell, some dick named john and his friends (who aren’t necessarily dicks)

warnings: fluffy bob, bob in a cowboy hat, fighting, drinking (of age), suggestive, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.2k

a/n: this came in second place, but i love it just the same. and i’m very close to writing a part 2 for this ;)

quick summary: when your relationship with bob is reveal to the squad, hangman can’t help but wait for bob to stake his claim on you.

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You sat in the Hard Deck, nursing your beer and playing pool with Phoenix when the bell chimed.

You glanced up and saw the Texan himself walk in, hat on and everything.

“Hangman, what the hell are you wearing?” Phoenix asked, leaning on her cue. You looked him up and down, chuckling when you heard his response, “I wear this all the time.” His accent had gotten thicker after visiting his family.

You had all just visited your families for Christmas. It was only two weeks but it had given you all plenty of time to slip back into your old accents.

“Nice buckle, Bagman,” Rooster commented, obviously teasing the fact that the buckle looked like it weighed down the front of his pants.

Jake puffed out his chest, a smile gracing his features, “Thank ya, Chicken. Thought I’d bring it back with me, I ain’t worn one in a while.” Rooster sipped his beer, “You get it at Bass Pro or something?” Jake’s face fell and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You did not jus’ ask me that.”

You glanced at it, looking at the details.

“You rode?” Hangman turned to you, his smile returning, “Yeah, best there was.” You hummed, sipping your beer before sitting it down to line up your shot, “What made you quit?” “I wanted somethin’ different for myself. My older brother rode, my dad rode. I did it for the adrenaline, so I thought maybe I could get my high while doin’ somethin’ that had more meaning.”

Before you could retort, Jake had looked at Bob.

“Since when do you wear hats?” You smiled glancing back at the WSO, who was wearing a reddish-brown felt cowboy hat, before looking back and catching the way his pilot looked at you. “Well, Bagman, you ain’t the only one that grabbed something from home.” Jake nodded in mutual respect before looking back at you.

He took a quick glance down at your belt line, seeing the lights reflect off your own buckle.

“You rode too?” You nodded, taking the final shot of the game, “8-ball far left corner pocket.” You gesture with the cue before taking the winning shot. “That’s game Phee.” Nat rolled her eyes and slipped you a 20.

“So, what was your event?” “Barrel racin’.” “Were you good?” “Best there was,” you winked and sat next to Bob. “How’d you think I gained the name Rodeo?”

Hangman donned his signature smirk, “I could think of a lot of things.” You shoved him, “You’re gross.” “Come on, Ro. That was funny.” Bob shook his head and draped his arm behind you on the booth.

“What made you quit?” Hangman asked as he slipped into the seat across from you. You sighed, “I raced for nearly my whole life. My brother Bryan did too. I could say I got out for the same reason you did, cause it wouldn’t be a lie. But I was always just Bryan's kid sister, or Darrel L/N’s daughter. I made somewhat of a name for myself, but by the time people saw me as me-”

You shrugged, sighing, “I didn’t enjoy it anymore. It became more about the trophies than the experience. So I decided to be the best at somethin’ I was proud of. That could give me a family, like the rodeo used to.”

Jake nodded in understanding, he patted your shoulder before moving on to bother Rooster and Coyote.

Bob sighed and let his arm fall around you and pulled you close to his side. “You didn’t tell me that.” You looked up at him, “Sure I did. Did I not?” He shook his head, “No, and you know I listen to every word you have to say.” You scrunch your nose, “I swear I told you.” He shook his head, “Nope.” You pouted, “Oh, well now you know.” He nodded, “That I do.”

You both smiled and he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Bob-” “I know Y/N, I just-” You cut him off by grabbing his shirt and kissing him again. “I’m tired of hiding it too.”

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Meanwhile, everyone was watching the two of you.

“I can’t hear a word they’re sayin’,” Hangman said, straining a little to hear you both better. “Dude, when is that gonna go away?” Phoenix asked, in reference to his accent.

“Oh, it’s always there, trust me. It’s normally strong when he's drunk or really pissed,” Coyote confirmed, laughing a little.

“Plus, you never complain about Rodeo’s accent,” Jake commented. “Yeah, but it’s cute on her and gets Bob all flustered.” The group hummed in agreement before turning back to the (no-longer) secret couple in the booth.

They watched Bob kiss you, say a few words before being pulled in again.

“Damn, when will it be my turn?” Omaha asked, shaking his head.

“Bob is so in love with her it isn’t even funny,” Phoenix revealed. “He always talks about her, and they went to see each other's families over our break.” “Really?” Yale asked, crossing his arms.

Phoenix nodded, “He’s been in love with her since the mission in May last year. And I’m sure it’s the same case with her.” Halo nodded, “Yeah, I had to listen to her talk about him all the time. And then Bob would talk to me if you were anywhere within earshot of Y/N. He’s fallen hard, they both have.”

Jake shook his head, his eyes trained on the couple as they talked, “We don’t know how in love he is with her though.”

Everyone just scoffed, “Do you not see how they are looking at each other right now?” Fanboy asked, looking at his fellow WSO and his second best friend. “It’s painfully obvious.”

Jake scoffed, “Cowboys have a special way of tellin’ each other a girl is off limits, other than a ring and a few hickies.” “Which is?” Harvard asked, stepping closer, intrigued.

Hangman glanced around and saw a few guys looking at you, “Okay, when Bob gets up and leaves her alone, one of these guys will try to flirt and Bob is probably gonna see. And being the silent and passive aggressive type-”

“Guys, Bob’s moving,” Payback caught their attention. Everyone shut their mouth and watched how you sat there, a grin on your face as you picked at the label.

Jake narrowed his eyes trying to pick out which guy was gonna make his move.

Coyote hit his arm, “4 o’clock.” Hangman turned his head, seeing a guy high fiving his friends before adjusting his posture and making his way to you.

You didn’t look up when someone sat across from you.

“You weren’t gone very long.” “Well I just got here,” the guy chuckled, and that’s when you looked up.

You glanced around for Bob, but didn’t see him.

“I’m John.” “Rodeo,” you said, leaning back in your seat. “Rodeo?” You laughed, “It’s my call sign. I fly for the Navy.” John tilted his head, “You’re not from around here are you? You sound funny.”

The pilots, who had discreetly moved closer, dropped their jaws. “He did not just say that,” Rooster hushed out. “Oh he totally just did,” Phoenix smirked, waiting for you to lay into the guy.

You just laughed, “You have no idea how to actually talk to a woman do you?” If that hurt John’s feelings, he didn’t let it show, “Oh, I can show just how I talk to women.” He winked, “If you wanna take a ride?” You scoffed, sipping your drink with an arched brow, “Sorry, pal. I’m not interested.” He scoffed, fidgeting in his seat.

The group knew he was getting frustrated and there was no sign of Bob coming back, so they had to prepare to jump in themselves. Especially Hangman.

“Look, John, while I appreciate the offer, I’m already scheduled for a ride.”

Omaha and Yale choked on their drinks. Rooster and Phoenix smirked proudly, both for you and Bob. “I wasn’t expecting that,” Payback said, leaning on the pool table.

“With who? That cowboy that just left you here alone,” John glanced around. “And doesn’t seem to be coming back.” He looked back at you, “Come on. I could show you a better time.” He placed his hand over yours, gripping it.

You sighed, really just wanting him to leave you alone, “John, you are aware of the rules in the bar right?” He scoffed, and tightened his grip when you tried to pull away, “Yeah, don’t leave your phone on the bar. What the hell does that have to do anything?” You glanced up, smirking.

“You missed a few. There’s also a rule against disrespecting the Navy and women,” Bob looked at the tight grip on your open hand, and the tenseness of your shoulders. “And from what I can tell you’re breaking both. I can get Penny’s attention right now, then you have to buy everyone a drink, or you can leave.”

John stood up, being the same height as Bob he could look him in the eye. “And if I don’t.” Bob glanced at you and you shook your head, not wanting him to get into a fight when it wasn’t necessary. “Well-” John punched Bob. “Bob!”

Hangman, Rooster and Coyote immediately jumped into action as you reared back.

“Rodeo,” Maverick had appeared, moving from his seat at the bar while Penny moved to the guy's friends telling them they needed to leave. Maverick had caught your elbow, “He’s not worth it. Help Bob, we’ll take care of him.”

You nodded and moved quickly to help your boyfriend, helping him up and grabbing his hat. “Are you okay?” He nodded, wincing slightly when you brushed your thumb over his busted lip. “That doesn’t look okay.”

He shook his head, adjusting his glasses, “I’m fine, Sweetheart. I’ve dealt with worse.”

As John’s friends dragged him out, calling him a ‘fucking dumbass’ and throwing out ‘I told you so’s, Penny came over with a small ziplock bag of ice.

“Thank you, Pen,” you took it and the damp napkin, pushing Bob to sit on the table. You gently wiped the blood from his lip, “Bobby, I’m sorry. I coulda-” “Stop, don’t do that.” You nodded, “Alright.” He smiled, but it was small so it didn’t irritate the cut.

The group watched. They saw how your tongue poked out in concentration, and Bob’s eyes looking up at you.

“So, Hangman, what’s the thing? How’s he gonna ‘claim his territory’?” Fanboy asked, crossing his arms. “It seems he already has, his eyes are basically hearts,” Payback commented. “That’s exactly why he’s gonna do it.” “Do what?” Rooster asked, propping himself on the table next to Hangman.

“Thanks for coming to my rescue, cowboy,” you said as you pressed the ice to his lip. He hummed, “Of course, Princess.”

He grabbed your wrist gently and moved the ice away from his lip.

“It’s gonna swell.” “I know a way to make it better,” he sat up straight to look at you and kissed you. You giggled and ran your free hand into the hair at the base of his neck.

When he pulled away, he tongued the cut on his lip, “I need a way to show everyone that you're mine. And I’m not allowed to give you visible hickies.” Both of you knew it was too early for marriage, not that it bothered either of you but you knew this wasn’t how Bob would propose.

You smiled against his lips, “I think they know now, Rob.” He adjusted his hat and chuckled. “Now, as much as I love kissing you, this will be sore without ice.” He nodded and let you place the ice back onto his lip.

“You know, I’ve got an idea.” You hummed, “What’s that?”

Jake watched with bated breath as Bob reached up to take his hat off.

Bob placed the felt hat on your head, “There, now everyone knows.” Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at him. “Bobby…” “I know we’ve only been together for 8 months but-” You pulled him in for a kiss.

When you pulled away, his glasses were askew and his cheeks were flushed. “I love you too.”

Bob smiled and looked over, seeing Jake smiling and dancing a little. “I think Hangman’s more excited about me giving you my hat than you are.”

You looked over and laughed, “Oh wow…”

“Do that!” The blonde pointed over at you two. “He gave her his hat, so?” Harvard said, sipping his drink. “In the south, that’s like a proposal. It’s like a promise ring,” Jake was still pointing excitedly at the couple. “Wait really?” Phoenix asked.

“Yeah, really,” you confirmed when you and Bob walked over.

Jake rubbed his neck, “Did you-” “See you dance like a teenager that just scored a touchdown? Sure did,” Bob said, ice pack muffling some of the words.

Phoenix smiled sadly at her backseater, “You okay?” He nodded, “I’ve been bucked off a horse and pull g’s everyday, a punch to the face is nothing.”

Hangman couldn’t stop smiling at the two of you.

“Hang? You okay?” He nodded, “Just happy for ya is all.” You smiled and hugged him, “Thanks man.”

When you pulled away, you reached back for Bob’s hand. He grabbed it and intertwined your fingers.

“Now, if y’all will excuse us. I think my scheduled ride has been bumped up. See y’all tomorrow.” You tipped your Bob’s hat and he waved as you pulled him out the door and to his Jeep.

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To Say “I Love You” Right Out Loud | JJ Maybank

summary: JJ revisits his childhood and how he grew up with you through every side of life until he finally understands why this makes you so special

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: fluff, a spark of angst

contains: a combo of “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell and Love Actually (2003), mentions of death and child abuse. John B and JJ are childhood friends in this. I don’t know how to write dialogue. Drug usage (beer, weed).

word count: 6k

author’s note: I was immediately triggered by Joni’s astonishing performance at the Grammy’s and by remembering that the song is in one of my favorite movies. This is my favorite fanfiction I’ve probably ever written and I put so much time and love into this I really hope you like it.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere. I looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone; so many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

College had finally ended. They had finally done it. Against all odds and contrary to the expectations of others, the pogues were finally free to embark on their own paths. And so, they gathered for one last celebration, a bonfire near the Cat's Ass, surrounded by shotguns, snacks, and reminiscing in the familiar feeling of just being together.

Spreading themselves along the space at the Chateau's yard, most of them ended up divided the comfortable water at the tub and the warmth of the fire, their laughter mingling with the sound of running water as they shared stories of what each of them could remember of their time roaming the Outer Banks as this fearless gang; the sentiment of each flashback was being intensified from the time they spent apart. As they were the pogues, it was not like their time together was abruptly interrupted, but the responsibilities and the minor distance happened during college, and they couldn't run away from it's effects; but the memories of those days seemed tattooed into their hearts and minds as they could recall every moment in lighthearted detail.

In a corner of the Cat's Ass, JJ found himself lost in a sea of memories, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his friends. You sat beside him in the water, the coolness soothing against your skin, while Cleo and Pope nestled comfortably at his other side. Outside, John B, Sarah, and Kie laughed and joked, their voices carrying on the night breeze. As he watched them, a faint, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of JJ's lips, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history, thinking back on how far they had come. They had started as a trio—himself and the Routledge twins, bound together by fate and circumstance.

The tree of you lay sprawled out on the sand for what seemed like hours, your eyes tracing the ever-changing shapes that danced across the sky. Castles, pirates, turtles—your imaginations ran wild, weaving tales of adventure and intrigue as you watched the clouds drift lazily overhead. At nine years old, you had joined your brother and JJ just a few moments ago, after spending the afternoon at a friend's house watching a Christmas movie, "Love Actually," with her mother.

As you settled into the sand, JJ couldn't resist a playful jab at the movie, dismissing it as a "dumb chick flick." his mind still floated between that child-like distaste of girls and the appreciation of you tagging along with him and John B back then. You swatted at him, your tiny arms barely reaching his chest, but it only elicited a smirk from the blond pogue. It was nice for you to actually share a moment with a nurturing figure at the absence of your own mom, who had just recently left for Colorado. Besides, you had eaten a whole bag of M&M's that she bought for you to share and you really liked the movie, even if it was funny how sometimes Mia's mom would tell you to close your eyes, your ears, or how sometimes you didnt really catch why she was laughing at some weird scene. You just rolled your eyes and brushed JJ's comment off, suggesting the sky gazing then relishing in the opportunity to spend time with him and your brother.

Your days were often filled with moments like this, carefree and full of laughter, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. JJ's mother would eventually come to fetch the three of you, ushering you inside for sweet treats and cozy nights spent squeezed together in JJ's tiny room. Or you'd spend hours playing in the grass, watching as the river met the sea, until Big John's bell rang out, signaling the end of another day. You would get home covered in dirt, JJs hair color nearing yours and your brothers, so you would have a nice shower and come out to your dad telling treasure tales and making you hot chocolate.

One day, as Big John finished building a set of three swings for you, JJ's parents arrived. Standing side by side, the couple had brought beer and peanuts to complement what your dad already had inside for the night. That day, you were playing for hours, your small frame struggling to mount the swing until the duo stepped in to help. John B had made a mess while trying to help you hop on, and JJ stepped forward to push you, but in excited haste, he pushed too hard, and you tumbled to the ground, scraping your knee. As your first cry pierced the air, the adults rushed to your side, JJ's mother soothing your pain with stinging medicine and comforting words.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of JJ, guilt etched on his face as he watched you wince in pain. But your brother nudged him, urging him to shake off his guilt and claiming that this was just a mere blip in the larger scale of the adventure you lived today.

And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, Luke took charge, setting a bonfire ablaze near the ancient tree in the backyard. The flames flickered casting shadows that stretched out against the sand. You gathered around the fire, marshmallows in hand to be skewered and toasted, laughter filled the air and echoed into the night. The hours slipped away unnoticed, so as the night wore on and the fire burned low, reluctantly, you bid farewell to your blonde friend as he left with his parents.

The life you lived was simple; living in the less fortunate side of the island, you couldnt really enjoy much more than moments like these; the food wasn't fancy, the drinks weren't expensive, your houses weren't pretty and big, so you relied mostly in home made playthings and your own imagination, but you were happy that way; the youthful innocence made all the diferences between you and the kooks be seen with rose coloured glasses, and while in the company of your brother, your best friend, and the team of parents that you saw as guardian angels, it all just seemed warm. It seemed like it would be fine.

One day, though, just as the sky turns cloudy at the end of summer, signaling the onset of storm season, JJ's demeanor shifted, casting a shadow over his usual brightness. At fourteen now, he had been seeming distant and preoccupied at school for weeks, until one day after class, he reached out to you with a heavy heart. Fidgeting nervously, his hands clammy and cold, he confided in you about his mother's illness, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Knowing how much his mother meant to you both, he sought solace in sharing his burden with you, trusting you with his vulnerability. "Mumma's sick, I think... been in the hospital for a while now," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't visit because I'm not sixteen yet... I- I wanted you to know, but you can't tell John B." And as you hugged him, you promised to keep his secret, the first one you kept just between the two of you.

And as JJ clung to you and John B in the solemn silence of the cemetery, the stark reality of their loss weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over your once bright and colorful world.. JJ's mother's absence lingered like a specter in their home, his father grappled with the weight of his grief, seeking solace in alcohol and spiraling into a downward spiral of despair. The once vibrant hues of their family life began to fade, replaced by the darkness of addiction and aggression. JJ watched helplessly as his father's temper flared more frequently, his outbursts leaving scars both physical and emotional. The sanctuary of their home became a battleground, each day a struggle to navigate the minefield of his father's unpredictable moods.

In the aftermath of his mother's passing and the turmoil within his home, JJ withdrew into himself, building walls around his heart that even his closest friends struggled to breach. He became increasingly unreachable, his once vibrant presence dimmed by the weight of his grief and the scars of his father's aggression. Some days, he would disappear altogether, only to reappear with a purple eye hidden beneath dark glasses, a silent testament to the struggles he faced behind closed doors. And when he did show up, his demeanor was somber, his face etched with a perpetual frown as he rejected activities he once enjoyed. Even cloudgazing at the beach became a source of frustration for JJ, as he lamented the impending rain or the end of summer, his words tinged with bitterness and resignation. As you and your brother looked on, helpless in the face of his pain, you could only watch as JJ retreated further into himself, the vibrant colors of his spirit muted by the shadows that engulfed him.

The tension crackled in the air as you confronted JJ, frustration bubbling to the surface like a storm about to break. "Why won't you just watch 'Love Actually' with me, like, once? It'd help distracting you, y'know!?" you demanded, your voice tinged with exasperation. "You can't keep avoiding fun, JJ. You can't lose hope and light just because things are tough."

But JJ's response was sharp, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those things are for kooks, y/n" he retorted, his words heavy with the weight of his pain. "Pogues can't afford to indulge in luxuries like love and hope. We have to focus on surviving you know."

Your heart sank at his words, feeling the distance between you grow with each passing moment. "If you really look for it, JJ," you countered softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've got a sneaky feeling that love is all around. Even for us Pogues." But JJ's expression remained hardened, his walls firmly in place as he turned away, the gap between you widening with each step he took.

John B stepped in a while later, his voice calm but firm as he defended his friend. "He's been through a lot," John B interjected, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of empathy and understanding. "Give him time, he'll come around. I know he will."

But despite John B's reassurances, the weight of your worry and frustration bore down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you sought solace in the arms of your father, tears streaming down your cheeks as you poured out your heart. "I didn't mean to be petty," you sobbed, your voice choked with emotion. "But I'm just so worried about how Luke has been treating JJ. I miss him, Dad. I miss the way things used to be." And as your father held you close, comforting whispers soothing your troubled mind, you cried yourself to sleep, longing for the comfort of simpler times and the warmth of JJ's presence by your side.

A few days after the heated exchange, JJ found himself drawn to the familiar solace of the beach. As he laid alone on the sand, the rhythmic sound of the waves echoing in the background, he cast his gaze upward, chuckling at the shifting shapes and colors of the clouds above. Yet, amidst the tranquility of the moment, a pang of longing stirred within him.

Reflecting on recent events, JJ realized that he had begun to see clouds from two distinct perspectives—from the highs and lows of life's tumultuous journey. But amidst the solitude, his mind drifted to an understanding; to how he seemed to have looked at clouds like this from two different perspectives now, from up and down, and still he would recall better colorful and elusive memory of your company. He remembered the joy of pointing out funny shapes at the sky with you and your brother, laughter echoing into the vast expanse. It was a memory painted in hues of warmth that contrasted with the darker shades of recent events. In that fleeting moment of recollection, JJ yearned to return to that moment exactly, to say sorry, at least. And alone at that same beach, he felt like he had a perspective of a future for the first time in a long time. He wanted to see if he truly knew clouds at all, or if there was a new side to it.

JJ was abruptly brought back to reality by Pope's punchline of a memory of his own; he was retelling the story of how he met Cleo at college, and how she wouldn't have passed half her subjects f it wasn't for him. As the group erupted into laughter, he did the same to mask the fact that he had zoned out for a minute, but JJ's gaze instinctively sought yours, his heart yearning for the comfort of your smile. And as his eyes met yours, a warmth spread through him, his thoughts drifting to another memory

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels; the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real. I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show, and you leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

At sixteen years old, you had a full understanding of the dizzying, electric sensation that washed over you whenever JJ emerged from the sea, his board in hand. It was a feeling that stirred deep within you, igniting a spark that refused to be extinguished. Yet, despite the intensity of your emotions, uncertainty plagued your heart. You couldn't decipher JJ's true feelings for you; for every significant gesture or word he offered, there was an equal measure of aloofness or distance.

There were moments when JJ's actions spoke volumes, leaving you breathless with hope and anticipation. But just as quickly, he would retreat into himself, leaving you to question whether his affections were genuine or merely fleeting. And then there were the times when he would disappear into the crowd at a kegger, his attention captured by another girl, leaving you to grapple with the ache of unrequited longing.

Fearing the consequences, you kept your emotions hidden from your brother, John B, despite his keen intuition and suspicions about your lingering glances. Instead, you found solace in the companionship of Pope and Kiara, the only other pogue girl. Your friendship with Kiara blossomed rapidly, providing a safe haven where you could confide in her about everything, including the complexities of your feelings for JJ, seeking her guidance and understanding.

In December of that same year, a vivid memory remains etched in your mind—the day JJ was meant to pick you up from work and take you to the Chateau to meet up with the rest of the crew. Kiara had proposed the idea of a secret Santa, with the stipulation that the gifts could only be candy or chocolate—She herself aiming to guarantee that she'd get a bag or two of Sour Patch Kids. As you exited the souvenir shop, clutching your own "Paradise On Earth" cap, you spotted JJ waiting for you by the Twinkie—the van John B claimed would be safer than the bike. With both hands hidden behind his back, you shot him a questioning look. "Hello?" you greeted tilting your head slightly to the side, to which he responded with a playful smile, feigning surprise at seeing you. "Oh, hello ma'am, your carriage is right here!" he exclaimed, extending his arms towards the open door of the van, one hand tightly clutching something that piqued your curiosity. Hopping onto the Twinkie, you couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious object as JJ closed the door and took his place behind the wheel.

During the ride, JJ attempted to coax the name of your secret Santa out of you, but you remained tight-lipped. Upon parking the van at the Chateau, he sat in silence for a few moments, and you studied him intently. "Oh, before I forget," he said non-chalantly, reaching into his pocket and offering you the object he had been concealing—a ceramic lobster adorned with a tiny Christmas hat, clearly crafted by him. "This is for the nativity scene you keep in your room, I just didn't have time to make the other one..." he explained, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he confessed that he hadn't received your name for the candy exchange but couldn't bear to leave you without a gift.

You stood in awe for a moment, marveling at the thoughtful gesture and the evident reference it held. JJ's apprehension melted away as your eyes met his, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "Wait, wait, wait... Are you trying to tell me that there was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?" you quoted, teasingly. JJ rolled his eyes playfully, completing the reference with a loud "duh!" his laughter mingling with yours as you stepped out of the car into the moonlit night, making a lighthearted entrance at the Chateau and eliciting a knowing look from Kiara towards John B.

As time passed, you welcomed Sarah into the fold, introduced by John B with starry-eyed affection that spoke volumes of their budding romance. With the dynamic between her and Kiara settled, John B wasted no time in proudly declaring their relationship to the group—a declaration met with hugs, smiles, and lighthearted jokes about not hurting each other.

One day, Sarah suggested a surf trip to a lesser-known beach nestled between Figure 8 and the Cut, its pristine beauty a sight to behold with crystalline waters and powdery white sand. As you surfed the afternoon away, basking in the warmth of the sun, you found yourself sprawled on the sand along with the rest of the group, supporting yourself on your elbows and catching your breath as you watched JJ roll a joint with practiced ease. "I like this shit," JJ declared, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "We can be neglected misfits or whatever, but I love leading this life with you guys. I don't even care about what people think of me! "long as I have a board and you guys, 'm gonna be saying I'm rich... Especially if I have this!" He gestured towards the joint, his words met with cheers from the group.

Your smile started weak but grew as the group cheered. In that moment, you felt a sense of family, and your appreciation for JJ weighed heavily on your chest. Despite the challenges, he had found a way to see life in a positive light, even after Big John went missing. As the wind blew sea salt into your eyes, you turned your face toward JJ. "Yeah, yeah… you know, I keep saying it… but if you really look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that—"

"Y/n, if I hear that quote just one more time!" Sarah interrupted, and the others joined in with her lighthearted protest.

With time, JJ's behavior became increasingly perplexing since after sharing moments like this, he would leave you alone, retreating into the company of the other Pogues with a suddenness that felt jarring and awkward. His focus would shift, his attention consumed by their own banter, leaving you to wonder where you fit into the equation.

It was during these moments of isolation that doubts crept in, whispering of insecurities and unspoken fears that lingered just beneath the surface. Wondering if you did something wrong, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as you watched JJ immerse himself in the dynamics of the group, his laughter mingling with theirs as you stood on the sidelines, a silent observer to a world that felt increasingly distant and unfamiliar.

One morning, as you shuffled through the Chateau's corridors, the aroma of breakfast lingering in the air as John B shuffled through the kitchen, you noticed JJ's door ajar. You peeked inside with the intention of wishing him a good morning, only to be met with a sight that shattered your makeshift reality of him. JJ hovered over another girl in his bed, their closeness echoing a betrayal that left you speechless.

"Hey, whoa! Sorry!" His voice softened as he realized it was you, not your brother, at the door. The shock on your face was palpable as you hastily pushed the door closed, shaking your head to dispel the image burned into your mind. Stumbling down the corridor, you muttered a distant "morning" to Kie and Pope, who were still groggy on the couch, woken by the commotion.

Throughout the day, both JJ and yourself moved in a state of flustered avoidance, exchanging glances laden with sheepish guilt. JJ's eyes mirrored the remorse of a caught wrongdoer, but you couldn't summon anger; instead, you carried the weight of hurt and confusion, grappling with the realization that he wasn't yours to claim.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Chateau, you found solace on the hammock. With the remnants of the day lingering, you confided in Sarah about the events, the words tumbling out as the weight on your chest grew heavier. The hammock cradled you in its gentle sway as another day ended, leaving you to confront the tangled emotions that now clouded the once-clear skies of your friendship with JJ.

JJ vividly remembered June of the following year, with your birthday fast approaching. Usually, you wouldn't stop talking about how much you loved having your birthday during the summer, and everyone would plan something special to mark the occasion. Kie and Sarah would always get you fancier gifts, like a new top or necklace, while the boys made sure there was a cake to share, probably under the tree lights at another night spent at the Cat's Ass, chuckling at the stupid name JJ had given to the tub.

But this year was different. You and the girls wouldn't stop talking about this idiotic touron, Jeremy, who had apparently flirted with you when you helped him at the store. Now, your attention seemed solely focused on him, much to JJ's annoyance. He rolled his eyes and huffed aloud whenever Jeremy's name was mentioned, with Pope nudging him to keep his cool.

"He's gonna take me to a summer fair," you grimaced, looking into the mirror as Kiara clasped a necklace around your neck. Sarah and JJ hovered on the kitchen counter, Pope sat on the couch, and your brother leaned against the doorframe of your room with a protective frown on his face. John B always believed you and JJ would end up together, and he felt safe with that perspective because he knew and trusted JJ. But that didn't happen with Jeremy.

Across from him, you, Sarah, and Kie giggled with scenarios and provocations, "What if he brings you a giant teddy bear and tries to win you a goldfish?" Kiara teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sarah snickered. "I can already picture it!"

Meanwhile, JJ fought to keep a frown from appearing on his own face. He was unwilling to let you know how he really felt about the situation, and he avoided giving his jealousy away to his friends. As you exited laughing with the guy in his car—a godforsaken Jeep, for crying out loud—JJ was still unknowingly clenching his jaw, his mouth twisted in a disgusted frown.

Sarah, the only one still outside by now, smiled to herself and snuck up on him before reaching a hand to pat his back. The gesture was meant to silently convey far more than his poisoned mind could grasp at the moment.

He chuckled at that memory; you had to endure a girlfriend of his own during college, and he watched as two or three other guys broke your heart as well—he wanted to go out there and punch them every time, but preferred that only John B externalized that thought. From those memories, he realized he had looked at love from both sides of it with you, from give and take, but years later he wasn't so sure if you'd be keen on the idea of him ever again. JJ turned to you in the tub, whispering, "Where's that lobster I gave you that Christmas?" You were a bit taken aback by his sudden recall but smiled back, mimicking the tone of his voice, "Been keeping it on my bookshelf all year long now."

John B and Sarah were now playfully arguing about the two perspectives from when she joined the group, with Kie tagging along to remind them of how they had to make amends beforehand. It made JJ come back fully into the scene. As he looked around, he realized they were sitting in couples, at least Pope and John B, and he held back a nostalgic smirk at the thought of how his younger self would react to both his old friends now "pussy whipped," stuck in relationships and breaking the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule—he didn't know love at all.

He was different too, at least Kiara said so, coming at him a few days ago before graduation with a whole "you've changed, became more yourself and know how to separate what you went through from what you are, I'm so proud you're opening the surf shop—but please make it eco-friendly" speech. It was nice to look back and realize how his years and moments with the Pogue family kept balancing out all the rest. Now he would open a sick surf shop, Poguelandia flag above it and all, right in the corner from the souvenir one you worked since you were fifteen—he didn't know if you had bigger plans than that after graduating though, but that was an uneasy thought he preferred to ignore.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say, "I love you" right out loud! Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. Oh, but now old friends they're acting strange, and they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed. Well something's lost, but something's gained, in living every day.

Kiara was the first one to leave, claiming that this was really good and that she knew that with the pogues there were never really goodbyes, but that she had an early morning tomorrow with a sea-turtle project. Then, as the fire died out and the minutes turned into hours, the two couples left as well. Pope and Cleo claimed that they still had to shower before going to bed, and John B only snuggled with Sarah, pushing her towards the house. As the couple giggled, JJ noticed from his peripheral vision when you jiggled your eyebrows at Sarah, but the blonde only winked at you, pointing at the both of you at the tub before turning back. You sighed, distancing yourself from him now that you had more space in the water, and JJ held back a smile as the tree lights illuminated your pink cheeks. At twenty-two, he felt just like a teenager in that moment.

There were a few quiet minutes then, you were looking intently at him, drawing each of his features with your eyes as if trying to tattoo the image of his wet torso on your brain, but JJ didn't notice; he was lost in thought, provoked by being alone with you again. JJ realized that ever since he could remember, even though your brother was his de facto best friend and even as the group grew larger, you were there. For every phase and every belief that each one etched into him, you were there. As he looked at both sides of life, at win and lose, you were right beside him, either winning and losing as well or just supporting him emphatically through it.

Somehow he could always just recall how his pogue life acquired a rose-colored filter with you in it; he'd recall life's illusions with you at his side. You were there. You were it. And he didn't know his next step at all, but he wanted you in it; ached for it even.

He feigned cold as an excuse to get you both out of the tub, grabbing the one towel thrown onto a chair and wrapping it around you as you exited as well. He threw a familiar, amicable smile in your direction to disguise how he was, again, lost in his own train of thought. A hand rested on the small of your back as he led the two of you to the Chateau. As you got to the front porch, the other reached for your pulse gently, trying to stop you from entering. JJ became conscious of how he was dripping onto the wooden porch, but he didn't care, calling you by your nickname in a low voice. He was acting fast, planning something but also acting instinctively, intending to speak just from memory.

"Hey, uhm..." he stopped himself again as your eyes locked onto his, growing a little bit nervous now. Your eyebrows shot up expectantly, and some of your hair was sticking to your wet face. You'd be the death of him.

"With any luck, by next year, I'll be going out with one of these girls..." Your brows pinched, and eyes flashed with recognition as JJ shuffled his phone, some drops falling from his hair onto the screen before he turned it in your direction with a picture of Kendall Jenner and sliding his finger so it would also show one of Giselle Bündchen. You laughed, gulping expectantly.

"But for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because we finished college— even though it's at Christmas that you tell the truth." You chuckled again, but felt like you were hyperventilating, unable to believe that this was really happening to you. Much less that JJ Maybank had memorized a scene from the "dumb chick flick" you obsessed with since you were a mere child. You battled with your own feelings as you tried to let him finish.

"To me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you look like this..." He shuffled again with the tiny screen, a smirk on his face as he turned it to you. A photo of a very old and wrinkly woman made you chuckle. Under it, it read "former surfer lady turns viral as she advises to the risks of not wearing sunscreen." You couldn't hold the cackle that left you at that, not even worried about the rest of the group sleeping inside the house, which made JJ smile widely as well.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, I love you..." A loud sigh met a sob halfway as you looked up, feeling pounds lighter after saying so naturally something you had been burying for years, feeling absurdly proud of just that. "I love you so much, what the fuck! I've loved you forever." You beamed at him again, relief written all over his face as he said it back proudly. "I'm sorry for the wait; it wasn't on purpose—Swear it." He grabbed both your cheeks as you laughed, smiling from ear to ear as his face etched closer to yours by the second. Your noses were touching already when he whispered in a low tone, "fuck, y/n..." as your mouths glued together longingly.

The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a rush of warmth spreading through you as if the sun had risen inside your chest. JJ's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as his hands cradled your face gently, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline. Every moment felt like an eternity as you lost yourselves in the kiss, the taste of saltwater, beer and weed mingling with the sweetness of the moment.

For JJ, it was as if everything he had been holding back, every unspoken word and hidden feeling, was finally pouring out into this one embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he kissed you, his mind buzzing with the realization that he had found something truly precious in you. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a culmination of years of friendship and longing finally coming to fruition.

As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, JJ's eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. In that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. You had crossed a threshold together, stepping into a new chapter of your lives filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future together. And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just what you wanted; like you were made for just that.

"I don't even want to come inside, I don't wanna-" you said, sighing mid chuckle, "don't wanna do anything right now, God, JJ, I'm like in a haze!" He clung to you, chuckling, his hands going to your arms, your neck, your hair—he wanted to touch all of you. "Always have the hammock..." he suggested, and you rushed your way there as if just walking would make you lose any time with him.

After you spent a while staring at the stars in the sky, listening to the chirping of crickets in between small, sloppy kisses, JJ sleepily muttered "I feel like I'm fucking high right now," you both laughed "like I'm floating—life accomplishment kind of thing." you swatted at his chest, lightheartedly telling him to stop being silly before readjusting in the wet towel that served as a blanket for the two of you.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you drifted off to sleep, the sound of the river running to meet the ocean lulling you into a state of contentment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the warmth of JJ's embrace and the soft rhythm of his breathing. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of perfection in an imperfect world.

The warm rays of the morning sun gently kissed the faces of the sleeping pogues as they stirred awake, the sounds of birdsong filling the air. Stretching and yawning, they emerged from their makeshift beds scattered across the Chateau, the pull-out couch and matresses on the floor.

As they gathered outside to clean the space free of empty cans and wrapping paper, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, John B's gaze was the first one to fall upon the sight of JJ and you nestled together in the hammock, still fast asleep. He nudged Sarah first, but soon a collective smile spread across their faces as they exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.

"About time," Pope muttered under his breath, eliciting chuckles from the others.

John B grinned, looking at Sarah. "Looks like our boy finally made his move."

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "Took them long enough," she teased, but there was genuine warmth in her voice.

Kiara smirked, crossing her arms, she showed a satisfied facade even though she was jumping inside, bubbling with happiness for the both of you; the sparkle of her eyes being hard to hide. "Well, better late than never, I guess."

With a chorus of laughter and gentle ribbing, the pogues left JJ and you to enjoy your moment together, the feeling was that their little family had just grown a little bit stronger. You had woken up the moment the front door banged back against it's frame as it closed the first time, but feeling JJ's chest under your head, you decided to just keep your eyes closed, fighting a grin to show on your face at your friends' commentaries. You were home. And you only wanted to know life now if it was by JJ's side; especially if he'd be scratching your hair like he was doing just now, half a smile on his lips—"Did I take that long?" he questioned, jokingly.

"A lifetime."

If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually, is all around.

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Dancing With Death ~ Pt. 2. . .

(John Mitchell x Reader)

(A/N); Hello and welcome back to Dancing With Death! I present to you the second instalment! Please note, it's my first time writing proper smut, so I'm really sorry if it sucks!! Otherwise, enjoy!! ❤❤

Plot; When a human is invited to live with the gang, things get rather complicated for one John Mitchell...

Pairings; John Mitchell x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; mature themes, violence, blood, coarse language, angst, smut (18+)

Part One

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Fate is rarely kind to those who tempt it. There is always a price to pay in the end.

The days drifted onwards, neither you or Mitchell caring to mention the almost-kiss you'd shared. Despite this, it was all you could think about. The way his gaze was so loving, his laugh, his confession in that hushed Irish accent. It gave you blissful goosebumps. But, those lips. So close, yet so far. You'd often imagined the feeling of him kissing you, the closest thing being that accidental brush. Tingles lingered where his lips had touched. It was so light and–

"(Y/n) (L/n), are you paying attention??", your teacher's voice rang out, shocking you from your thoughts.

"Pardon?", you sputtered. Your classmates giggled amongst themselves.

"Keep your attention in the here and now, Miss (L/n)", he reprimanded, before drawing his attention to the screen at the front of the room. It was going to be a very long morning for not just yourself.

Mitchell was working until noon at the hospital, bustling around in a hurry. Almost everywhere there was a spillage of some kind. It was unending for the poor vampire. And it was about to get worse.

A familiar head of blonde hair was weaving its way through the crowds, an exasperated sigh leaving the Irishman. "Ah, Mitchell", the older male greeted his acquaintance.

"Herrick", Mitchell returned, leaning on his mop.

"Don't look so unimpressed. I'll be needing word, if you don't mind?". With reluctance, Mitchell decided he'd entertain Herrick for a few moments, nodding silently. To anyone watching, Mitchell was a cleaner being questioned by a Police Officer. The head of the local department to be exact. Nothing out of the question there.

Their usual place to chat was the hospital canteen, Herrick ordering a coffee rather than the crappy hot chocolate that was made for him the last time. "What do you want? I work for a living", Mitchell ground out, staring the older man down from across their chosen table. Herrick was unintimidated by his counterpart, sipping his coffee without much care.

"I'm rather disappointed that you've forgotten", Herrick sighed. "Seth certainly hasn't".

"Seth is an arsehole", Mitchell shot back with a shrug.

"That's hardly news to the world, Mitchell. I'm talking about a very alarming incident. You know which one I'm referring to". The raven haired male narrowed his eyes for a moment before responding,

"What of it?".

"Your playing human, restricting your food habits is fine with me. But, taking it upon yourself to restrict others of our kind? That's just selfish", the blonde chided. "To make things worse, she now knows our secret".

"It's under control". Herrick's brows rose in intrigue.

"You must really trust this woman to be so sure of yourself", he mused. "Who is she to you, Mitchell? A colleague? A lover??". His eyes lit up with his next suggestion. "Your flatmate??".

"It's not your concern", Mitchell responded, irking Herrick into a laugh.

"Who's sick, sadistic idea was it then??", he asked, leaning across the table with a wolfish grin. "Gods, you must be suffering being so close to a human. Then again, you've always enjoyed being God's punching bag, haven't you?". The Irishman glowered, chewing the inside of his bottom lip. A violent delight flashed in Herrick's piercing blue gaze as it trailed over Mitchell's expression. "You've thought about it, haven't you? Plunging your fangs into her soft flesh, drinking the sweetness of her hot blood". Mitchell shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting away from Herrick's in shame. "Letting that divine warmth trickle down your chin, finally satisfying the beast inside".

"Get to the point already", Mitchell snapped.

"You know what I want from you and it's all completely voluntary".

"To join your little 'army'? You really think this revolution is going to work, don't you?", he scoffed.

"I know it's going to work. We're high in number now, Mitchell. It's only a matter of time", Herrick insisted. "We want you back. I certainly do".

"And what if I did join you, Herrick?", Mitchell challenged. "Hypothetically. What would become of my life then?".

"Your friends are hardly our focus, Mitchell. We're using our gift to help people", the blonde huffed. "If you join us, I'll leave them be".

"Just like that?", Mitchell retorted. "So unlike you".

"Your friends are of no concern to me. One is a floating spirit, the other can't hope to lay a paw on me unless the moon is full and the last? Well, we all know how fragile humans are". Herrick tugged at his shoulders, taking another sip of his coffee. "If you're that worried for her, I can guarantee that she won't be harmed".

Mitchell's gaze narrowed in silent contemplation, suddenly widening at the sound of your voice. "Mitchell?", you called to him from the doorway of the canteen, a sense of horror filling him. You couldn't be here, not now. Herrick's grin widened, his charm switching on. The blonde smelt your scent from where he sat, recognising it as the same sweet smell he'd detected on Seth.

The Irishman stood, his counterpart following suit. You could tell something wasn't right, but the both of you stayed silent when you strayed into the room to embrace your friend. Herrick eyed you keenly, your eyes then falling onto him expectantly. "Well, Mitchell. Aren't you going to introduce us?", he chuckled.

"(Y/n), meet William Herrick", Mitchell's voice remained unenthusiastic. "Herrick, meet (Y/n)". Eagerly, the blonde officer shook your hand, almost startling you with his cold. Those keen eyes reminded you of– He had to be a vampire.

"A pleasure", he assured you, an unreadable twinkle to his blue eyes. "I'm an old friend of Mitchell's".

"Nice to meet you", you forced a smile in your nervousness. Mitchell's hand remained protectively on the small of your back, suddenly taking his chance to remove you from this situation.

"If you'll excuse us, Herrick. We really must be going", the Irishman began to pull you along steadily yet with some hurry, allowing for Herrick to show himself out whenever he chose.

"Of course, of course", he nodded, smiling knowingly. "You will consider my proposal, won't you?". Mitchell froze, turning over his shoulder to acknowledge Herrick's words with a curt nod before leaving.

"Who was that?", you asked when you both had reached the end of the hallway.

"Someone I would have preferred you never to meet", Mitchell sighed, sparing a worried glance over his shoulder. "But, it's done".

"I see now, I shouldn't have come".

"Nonsense. You got me out of there", he nudged you gently, the both of you lapsing into a short fit of laughter. "Why did you come?".

"I just wanted to walk home with you. Class finished early today", you gnawed on your lower lip nervously. He nodded in understanding,

"I'm off work anyway now". Maybe it was better that you had come to find him? With Herrick around, goodness knows who else could be lurking.

The walk home was comfortable, despite your previous awkwardness with Mitchell. In sensing that your hands were cold, the vampire had offered you the surprisingly warm crevice of his strong arm and his fingerless mittens. The sun was more forgiving today, hiding behind the rain clouds that were slowly moving in from the south. Mitchell had been practising going into public without his sunglasses. It was working for him, the dull brightness no longer affecting his sight. You smiled to yourself. With every passing day, he considered himself more human than the last. Yet, you already considered him more a human being than anyone else you'd met.

You both stepped into the house, expecting an excited Annie to greet you both. But, the house was dim and uncharacteristically quiet. A note was left on the table, saying that she was out shopping with George for tea bags among other important things for the pantry. "I can't imagine the tea canisters ever being empty again", Mitchell chuckled, slipping his jacket from his shoulders. In noticing your quiet, his brows furrowed. "Is something the matter?? Did Herrick frighten you?".

"No", you replied dismissively, waving him off with a smile. "I'm thinking".

"About??". Your eyes closed in a form of dread, bracing for the worst at your answer, "About us, Mitchell". He swallowed nervously. "What are we, you and me?". His hazel hues darted from yours, forcing a smile.

"We're friends?", he feigned confusion.

"Are we??", you challenged, your brows raising. Your eyes traced him. "I haven't stopped thinking about it, you know? That kiss".

"It was an accident", he insisted gently, his voice wavering in unsurity.

"Were your words an accident too, Mitchell??". His lashes fluttered, blinking away in anxiousness. He parted his lips to speak, but there was only silence. You stepped closer to his taller frame, your warmer hand reaching out hesitantly. Testing the waters, your fingertips brushed over his hand. He reciprocated in tangling your fingers within his. "Look, I know what you said could've been spur of the moment, but—".

"It wasn't", his soft voice cut in, his form moving almost flush against yours. His eyes were suddenly drawn to your own. "I meant what I said". He heard the flutters of your heart, every fibre of him being drawn to you. Your spare hand rested upon his silent chest, pulling him gently to you. His head dipped, your lashes tickling his skin. "We shouldn't—", he reasoned as his last form of restraint, his lips finally meeting yours.

And so, your dance with death began...

Fireworks gave off beneath your skin, Mitchell's spare hand reaching to twine his fingers into your hair. His other hand released yours to steady your face, your hands gripping his flannelette shirt to bring him closer. You both stumbled into the wall nearest to you, Mitchell's lips working in concentrated passion with your own. Your lips parted, his kiss becoming devouring. His fingers gripped at your hair, only tugging gently enough for a sigh to pass through your lips.

In retreating from your lips, he traced his own down your throat in delicate touches whilst you caught your breath. The temptation for your blood was undoubtedly there, being completely drowned out by Mitchell's other desires. His lips marked your collarbone, his lashes brushing over your skin when his ministrations grew slower. You sensed his hesitation, knowing that he must be growing worried.

To soothe him, your fingers wound through his dark curls whilst he worked, your lips brushing over his forehead and his cheek before you leant in close. "It's alright, Mitchell. I trust you". Your whisper against the shell of his ear, combined with your nails raking over his scalp awoke something almost feral within him.

More sure of himself, Mitchell's lips moved fervently across the skin of your neck. His tongue darted out to strike at your flesh, his lips caressing a place there that had you gasping. Mitchell's forehead met yours, his strong arms having no trouble in hoisting your legs around his waist, your hands grasping at his hair and shoulders.

His nose brushed yours, your lips moulding together in tender open-mouthed kisses as he guided you both out of the living space and up the stairs. Your waist moved against his, a soft groan heaving from his throat. "Christ, don't move like that, (Y/n). We'll never make it to the bedroom if you do", he warned with a playful grin, offering your lips another quick kiss before his steps lead you both into your room. One of his legs kicked out, the door slamming behind you both.

Mitchell's feet stumbled to the edge of your bed, the both of you smiling against each other's lips when they met again sweetly. His arms suddenly became absent beneath you, a short cry leaving your lips when you crashed onto your mattress. A laugh slipped from you, Mitchell's expression mirroring your own. His fingers gripped his undershirt, lazily pulling it and his flannel shirt over his head at the same time. "You're certainly praticed at this", you jested, his brows wiggling suggestively.

"You haven't seen me with a bra", Mitchell replied with a short giggle, discarding his clothing. You stood from the bed, circling your arms around his broad frame.

Carefully, you'd noted his battle scars from his time at war, his hazel gaze glinting with a tenderness in watching you look over them. His lips parted when your mouth and fingertips graced over those old wounds affectionately. No one had ever cared for or noticed those marks before. "Thank you", he murmured against your forehead, a soft smile still present in his gratitude. His fingers moved to your back, silently asking for permission.

"Please", you responded, his face lighting up. The Irishman pressed a kiss along your jaw, before lifting your shirt over your head. You nodded, beckoning him to continue. His lips ignited goosebumps over your skin when they kissed slowly and sensually along your bare shoulders. With a twisting of his fingers, your bra clasp suddenly fell loose, the garment being completely discarded. Your brows rose. "You weren't kidding".

Another soft giggle slipped from Mitchell's lips, his hazel hues glittering with adoration when they met your own. "You're so, so beautiful", his hushed breath fanned over your skin. His cooler hands grazed over your bare back in loving caresses, moving his hand to cup one of your breasts. He only swiped his thumb over your bud, your form jolting forwards into his instinctively. His head ducked, laying feathersoft kisses on your lips, cascading down your throat again, his hands tracing soft patterns over the sensitive flesh of your stomach to the hem of your pants.

"Please, Mitchell", you begged softly, the Irishman wasting no time in pulling the button of your pants loose, allowing them to form a pile by your feet.

Mitchell guided you gently onto the mattress, his form coming to hover over your own. His large hand flattened over your stomach, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"Do you want me to—", he began, inching his fingers lower in suggestion.

"Yes". His soul warmed, the vampire relishing in how trusting and carefree you were within each other. He delighted in the gasp that tumbled from your lips when his digits slipped into your underwear, quickly becoming coated in your slick. Your nails clawed into the muscles of his arm when he moved them languidly between your folds and across that sensitive bundle of nerves. He bit down on his lip to fight his smile at feeling you writhing beneath him, letting him know wordlessly in your huffs and mutterings that he was hitting all the right places. His teeth nibbled against the shell of your ear pleasurably, hoping to get your folds slick enough in preparation for him. You fought your building high, begging Mitchell to stop. He obeyed, a soft laugh escaping him when your hands worked down the bare skin of his abdomen, to tug on the hem of his pants. The Irishman relented to your shared wants, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. Both his boxers and jeans were removed together, quickly becoming discarded with the other items of your clothing.

Mitchell's soft lips seized your own, your hands coming to cradle his face. He braced himself on your mattress, lining himself up carefully. Once sure, his hips snapped upwards, your mouth falling open against his. His eyes fell closed in a squint, his dark brows furrowing as a shaky moan passed through his throat. Your breaths steadied as you became adjusted to him, his hips slowly beginning to rock into your own experimentally. You hummed eagerly, snatching his lips into your own. "Mitchell", his name tumbled from your lips, your fingers lacing into those thick curls as his pace quickened.

His kisses were searing, but gentle. There was mixtures of your teeth and his, pulling at each other as Mitchell's movements became deeper. The thirst for your blood had him tensing and grimacing, his lower lip being drawn between his teeth in concentration. A metallic taste hit his tongue; his own blood from biting down so hard. You helped to keep him grounded, allowing his hands to run across your open palms before pinning them to the mattress.

The Irishman's brows remained furrowed, focused on giving and sharing in your pleasure. Your breathy whimpers, soft curses and ragged gasping were all music to his ears. He found joy in the fact there was a deeper connection than just lust or a means to feed, as sex had often been for him. It was instead loving, slow and caring towards each other's needs. Mitchell finally felt that he could love and be loved equally in return.

A sharp gasp suddenly slipped from your throat, Mitchell hitting a place that had you seeing stars. Your back arched into him, your waist snapping up to meet his rhythmic movements. Feeling a heat tightening in his lower abdomen, Mitchell didn't allow himself to lose any self control over the side of him that hungered for your blood. His hazel eyes flickered open, ablaze with desire and adoration. Your heated breaths mingled, Mitchell's lips lowering again to your own. Gods, you really were beautiful.

With your heart now racing, you felt every wave of stimulation building up within you. You felt your eyes lolling back, Mitchell's movements allowing him to continuously drag across that spot in you without mercy. "Oh, Mitchell", you sighed, your gaze barely able to focus on his face.

Mitchell smiled. You were so close now, he could feel it. Your breaths had quickened and you were practically squirming with every thrust. His hands pinned yours higher, holding them down with only one. His now spare hand travelled between the small space between your moving bodies, a small cry of pleasure shooting from you when his digits began rubbing circles over your small bud.

Mitchell's tongue traced the skin beneath your ear, fighting the painful urges to feed from you whilst he pressed hot open-mouthed kisses to your flesh. His ministrations in time with his thrusts were too much, suddenly hitting a boiling point within you.

Trembling beneath him, your throat suddenly tightened, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching again into him as all the gravity in the room seemed to change. Mitchell's name was a hushed mantra on your lips, the winding tightness snapping within Mitchell's abdomen not long after. His body felt alight with a sudden wave of euphoria as a few strained grunts left his lips. Your name tumbled from his lips amidst a string of other profanities, slowly coming down from his high and allowing you to ride out yours.

When his movements ceased, your bodies remained tangled for a few moments, completely reduced to putty within each other's embrace. Mitchell's eyes had closed, suddenly shooting open in concern. There was no blood, well— he wiped at his mouth, the crimson wetness of his own apparent on his fingers. Fang marks were etched into his skin where he'd bitten down harshly. Shocked at his own restraint, he looked down at your peaceful expression with a growing smile. He'd done it.

Your (e/c) orbs flickered open, a lazy smile meeting your eyes when you cradled his face. Unbothered by the blood, your lips captured his, stroking your fingers over his skin when he returned the kiss. When your lips parted, your fingertips traced over his small wounds in concern. "It's fine", he insisted softly, noting your worry. "Hardly hurt".

Removing himself from you, Mitchell happily took it upon himself to carefully clean you both up with a warm cloth. Neither of you redressed, slipping under your covers to relax in each other's arms.

Pulling Mitchell's dark curls from his face, his head shifted from its place upon your chest to gaze up at you. His wounds on his mouth had miraculously healed after he'd cleaned them, your brows rising in wonder. "Was it hard for you?", you asked with great hesitation. Knowing what you were referring to, the Irishman felt that he should be honest.

"It was", he murmured, conceding that his predatory side was quite painful to control. You took a breath, your lips parting. A silent debate on whether or not to ask.

"If I wasn't human, would that make things easier for you?". Catching on to what you meant, Mitchell's brows furrowed,

"Why would you ever want to give up what you are to become like me??".

"To lessen your pain, to be with you without risk of injury or loss". A kind, yet sad smile dawned on the Irishman's strong features, his hand reaching to sweep the fringe from your face.

"All are human", he whispered, his hand retreating from your face to curl his arm around you affectionately. "You don't want this life, (Y/n). And I won't give it to you".

"Why not??", you asked quietly. Hazel hues danced over your features, his fingers drawing imaginary patterns along the bare skin of your abdomen before grasping your hand. He placed it over his cheek, your thumb caressing over the stubble of his face. His head leant into your touch, his mouth pressing a kiss into your palm.

"I'd miss this warmth. Your skin is so beautifully warm to the touch. All that life; gone in an instant", he sighed, squeezing your hand. Mitchell moved his head to lay it where your heart thrummed beneath your skin. "I'd miss hearing this sound too. It's soothing".

You couldn't help the smile that came to your face, having no prior idea that he'd appreciated these things so much. Whilst you swept your hand over his hair in careful strokes, he continued, "(Y/n), this life took all of that and more from me. I'm just thankful that this life gave me you, but I won't let it take that from me too".

"I'm not going anywhere", you assured him, softly laying a comforting kiss to the top of his hair.

The haunting image of Lauren's hatred filled his mind. Mitchell couldn't handle it if ever you looked at him in that way, the way she had. The thought terrified him to no end, his eyes furiously blinking away the tears forming in his gaze. "This life changes you, (Y/n). I wouldn't wish it on anyone", he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin of your chest. "You're perfect as you are. And I love you".

Your embrace tightened around the Irishman, both your eyes and his coming to a restful close. "I love you too, Mitchell".

In the many days and weeks that followed, your relationship with the vampire flourished. George and Annie were overjoyed when the both of you made your status known. Mitchell was now sure of where he belonged in the world and what he'd do to protect those people closest to him.

Foolishly thinking that Herrick had growing morals and that he'd offer his family protection, Mitchell had made the decision to accept the proposal. The blonde's jaw almost hit the floor when Mitchell marched through the doors of his office at B. Edwards.

"They won't be harmed? I have your word??". Smiling broadly, Herrick replied,

"Of course".

"I'm in".

The vampires welcomed Mitchell back into their coven with open arms. It was blissful at first, to be part of his own kind again. The Irishman hated the stories told about his early days as a vampire, having no choice but to give in to his urges to survive back then. It was a time he'd rather forget.

Herrick respected that Mitchell still wished not to feed on humans, hoping that he would come around at some point. The blonde was recruiting more people, saving them from the cusp of death to live in his growing underground society. Mitchell gave him the edge and reputation he needed just by standing in the room. It was perfect.

Until you'd found out from Josie, another former lover of Mitchell's from the 60s, that Mitchell was getting himself into a lot of trouble. She'd met you only a week or two ago, over the moon that Mitchell was pursuing a strong relationship with yourself. Now she worried that it would all end in tatters if he went on any longer with Herrick and his goons.

You'd had no idea, alike to Annie and George, that Mitchell had joined Herrick. Feeling as if your trust had somewhat been betrayed in him not telling you, you had also grown confused. "He hates Herrick— why— what could make him join that man?", you sputtered. Josie's hand clasped your own.

"Mitchell does a lot for those he loves", she sighed wistfully. "He tried to get Herrick to convince me to join them, in their society. To stop my cancer. As honourable as it seemed, he knows as well as I that death is human".

Your mouth fell open slightly, the truth striking you almost painfully. This sounded so different from the Mitchell you knew. Your mind drifted back to his words to you in the afterglow of your first lovemaking. It seemed so long ago now. Josie squeezed your hand. "You need to stop him, (Y/n). Find him. Get him back. I'll tell George". You nodded, returning the gesture before breaking into a sprint down the street.

Every thought you had was honed on Mitchell. You had an inkling to his whereabouts, George having mentioned something about a 'B. Edwards' place to you once. You prayed that you'd get there in time, a sinking feeling beginning to pool in the pits of your stomach.

Your legs burned with fatigue and your lungs gasped for air in the cool winds of the day, your journey leading you through many streets. The funeral home was only a handful of blocks from your house, the sign with 'B. Edwards', like an eery archway over the gates when you'd spotted it. Fury and adrenaline coursed through your system, not caring or thinking when you passed through the glass doors of the establishment.

An elderly woman sat to your left upon entry, her pale eyes fixed on a magazine. The air was unusually cold and musty, every piece of furniture or decor an antique. Your entry sparked the male seated at the desk to rise to his feet. You instantly recognised his face. Seth. Your mind flashed to that night from months ago and it seemed his did as well when a sly grin grew onto his features. "Nice to see you again, Lovely—", he started.

"Where's Mitchell?". Your question had the growing fire in his eyes dimming into a scowl.

"She certainly gets her manners from Mitchell, don't you think?", Herrick laughed upon entering the room, responding to you before his counterpart could. Your eyes darted to the blonde male who offered you a charming smile. "Come now, we're all friends here".

"Just tell me where he is and I'll be on my way", you snapped.

" 'On your way'??", he repeated, wholeheartedly amused. "That just wouldn't be good hospitality, Darling". Your teeth clenched within your mouth, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. "Nanna has made us some lovely biscuits and tea! We'd be so delighted to have you!". The way he'd offered it was so lighthearted, anyone else would've thought him kind. You knew better.

Seth rounded the desk all too quickly, flanking your right to ensure you couldn't escape. The elderly lady, you came to realise, was the vampire Herrick had referred to. She eyed you keenly from where she sat, also making sure you couldn't run. Seth's hand was at the ready, hovering behind you to grip your arm should it be necessary.

With reluctance, you forced a smile, Herrick delighting in your decision to join them without struggle. You marched forwards at your own accord, slowly realising that every set of eyes in this establishment belonged to a vampire. The way they stared was so unlike Mitchell's glance. His was soft, kind. Every gaze here was fixed on you like a vulture. Some part of you wished you'd brought a weapon or a stake with you before rushing into this situation.

Herrick lead you with a kind hand on the small of your back to a room with biscuits and tea laid upon the table. "Have a seat there, Love", he gestured to a comfortable seat, the anxiety and regret rising into your throat. Still, Herrick's voice remained feathersoft, unintimidating. His touch had given you chills, his blue gaze seeming to see through you. Two security guards, also vampires, flanked Herrick. Seth quickly left your side to attend the front desk again once you were seated.

The blonde poured you a cup of tea, adding but a sugar or two before passing it across the dining table. "Pick yourself some biscuits, Love", he grinned. "Don't be shy, now". You didn't trust the tea or the biscuits, afraid they'd been drugged or laced with something malicious. Vampires were immune to poisons and drugs, after all.

"Where's Mitchell?", you repeated your question, more gentle than it had been with Seth. "I want to speak with him".

"Mitchell's just out for the moment. When he's back, I'll give him straight to you". His response was careful and you didn't trust his words in the slightest. "I'm sure he'd appreciate us taking care of you. After all, it's what he wanted?".

"Liar", you muttered, his brows raising.

"How you wound me, (Y/n)", he sighed with some disappointment. "I wasn't lying. How else do you think I managed to convince him to join us?". He took a sip of his tea, eyeing you from the lip of his cup. "Goodness knows why he protects you. You clearly hurt him more than your words could ever hurt me". Your brows creased.

"What are you talking about?". A soft laugh slipped from the blonde,

"What? Hasn't he told you?". Herrick took your silence as his answer, growing further amused with the situation. "He's in pain, Sweetheart. Every day. To be near a human is agonising enough for a few moments. Mitchell has to live with you, 24/7". His blue gaze trailed over your features. "It's a wonder he hasn't given in yet or turned you".

A thickness formed in your throat, the guilt swirling in your eyes. Mitchell had never mentioned such pain to you. Was it really that difficult for him??

"He told me he'd never give me this life", you shot back. "That this life changes you. And as far as I'm concerned, I'll take his advice in not wanting it". Herrick pursed his lips, a slow sigh exhaling from his nostrils. Softly, his head shook in some semblance of dejection.

"Now that is a pity", he sighed. "But to be expected". Your brows furrowed again in confusion. "Mitchell has truly got you wound around that thumb of his to blind you so easily from the gift that is immortality".

"Gift?", you scoffed. "It took everything from him!".

"Is that what he told you?", Herrick huffed in amusement, beginning to drum his fingers on the table. "The same man who would pass immortality out like pamphlets on the street? It's thanks to Mitchell that our recruitment is up, Sweetheart".

You blinked profusely, stiffening up in a sense of disbelief. Yet, there was no dishonesty in Herrick's keen blue gaze as it scanned over you the way Seth's had. It was unsettling.

"You poor girl", he mused, his grin becoming almost wolfish. "How misplaced your loyalty has been. It can have better uses. With any luck".

"What do you mean?". And that's when you noted the rhythm of Herrick's fingers. It almost sounded like a heartbeat, progressively growing quicker. Taunting you.

The guards that flanked the blonde's side slowly shifted, your arms gripping your chair and eyeing them in nervousness. "Listen", Herrick whispered, drumming his fingers louder. "That's your heartbeat, (Y/n). Savour that sound. It just may very well be the last time you hear it".

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fandom-imagines-stories · 1 year

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I Lost A Friend

John Mitchell x Reader

Words: 3637

Summary: The reader moves in with the gang after she and her best friend of several years split up when her friend finds out the truth.

Notes: So I’ve been working on a steamier Mitchell fic, but I really need this one. As I’ve said he’s one of my biggest comfort characters and this is something I experienced recently and needed to write about. There might be some repetitive things from other ones I’ve written, but like I said, I really needed this one.

Warnings: Depression, panic attacks, etc. (I teared up more than once writing this)

More Imagines: HERE

You set your bag down on the floor in front of the couch and wished more than anything to just land face-first into the cushions. But after last night’s endeavor, you desperately needed a shower.

With the twigs and dirt washed off, you crossed the hall to find your bedroom door open and, not only your pre-packed bag for your monthly ‘trip’ on the floor, but your other suitcases as well.

Lily stood in the corner, skirting even further away when you came in. You didn’t have to ask.

She knew.

You didn’t argue with her. Every word, every bitter remark, every stabbing accusation that she threw at you- you just took it. The past four years dissolved in a matter of minutes. Like it’d meant nothing.

You packed your car and left, knowing only one place you could turn.

George greeted you at the door, which was a relief. You weren’t sure you’d have been able to keep it together if it had been your boyfriend’s loving eyes that met yours. Besides… you and George had a shared problem, to put it mildly.

“Hey,” he smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw the bags at your sides. He raised a brow. “Is there something Mitchell hasn’t told us?”

“I,” you took a deep breath and willed yourself not to fall apart. “I was hoping I could stay here for a few days while I look for a new place.”

He read your harried expression and stepped aside. “Come in.” You gave him a grateful smile and leaned to grab your bags. He waved you off. “I’ll get those, you just go have a seat. Mitchell is on until later, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Yeah.” You nodded absentmindedly.

Already, you felt the weight of guilt on your chest. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be bringing your problems and dumping them on their doorstep.

You’re draining me.

This was a bad idea.

“Y/N,” Annie popped in with an excited grin. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been ages.”

“I was here over the weekend,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. In the hassle of everything, you’d forgotten you were just here. And now you were back to steal their time and energy for your comfort. Like an infestation.

She hooked an arm through yours and led you over to the couch. “Well, it feels like ages.” She sat you down and clapped her hands together. “Oh, I’ll go make us some tea!”

“Please,” you shook your head, “you don’t have to do anything for me. Really, just pretend I’m not here. I don’t want to be an imposition.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she giggled. “I’ll make your favorite.”

George watched you, your bags in both hands, and brows furrowed. Worry grew in his head. After all, last night was a full moon and something about you was definitely off. His paranoia reached every worst-case scenario it could conjure. Had you hurt someone or worse, killed someone?

“I’ll just take these to Mitchell’s room, yeah?” He asked.

You almost nodded, but that guilty feeling stopped you. You shrugged. “I could sleep down here if that’s alright. I don’t want to invade. Mitchell likes his space.” You pulled your legs up to your chest as if to make yourself as small as possible.

“Right,” George said, narrowing his eyes. Had something happened between you and the vampire? His hands gripped the straps of your suitcases. If Mitchell did something stupid… “Well, we’ll just ask him when he gets home then.”

Annie came out of the kitchen with a mug of steaming tea in hand. George turned to her with a concerned frown.

“Something’s wrong,” he mouthed, darting his eyes back to you on the couch.

Annie peaked over his shoulder. You weren’t looking at either of them. Rather, you stared off at a corner with blank eyes. Your fingers picked at your nails, but it didn’t really seem you knew that you were doing it. Like you were completely disconnected from yourself.

A silent agreement passed between the two roommates to wait for your boyfriend to get home before trying to pry it out of you.

“So,” Annie covered her concern with bubbly enthusiasm. “Now that Mitchell can’t keep you all to himself, I think we should have a girl’s day.” George frowned. She waved him off. “Oh, you can come too.”

George sat down beside you and turned on the telly. You talked about the trashy shows you watched and Annie chimed in with questions about your job. You answer with little interest. In fact, everything you said seemed to be from a distance. Like you were keeping yourself behind a fence.

Whether it was to keep them out or to keep yourself in, they couldn’t tell.

The more you sat, the more the tension built up in your chest and shoulders started to release. You relaxed into your place, fitted between the two of them. There was an odd balance. As much as you wanted to disappear into the growing hole in your chest, the house wouldn’t let you. You chalked it up to a mistaken sense of belonging.

Belonging meant lasting and lasting meant staying. The feeling would soon leave you, just as everything else had. Just like Lily did.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, passively participating while George and Annie went about their day. Everything seemed so… normal. Even for George, who had just had his body reconfigured and back again- same as you- the night before. And yet he watched telly and made lunch and did the dishes as if everything were as natural as ever.

Maybe it really was just you. You were the problem.

The chore.

The roommates beckoned for you to join them in the kitchen so you could eat something, but you told them you were just tired and you thought it better to get some rest. Long night and all.

They exchanged another look when your back was turned.

You rolled onto your side, facing the cushions, and let the sinking feeling in your chest lure you to sleep. At least like this you couldn’t think anymore, or burden anybody else with your thoughts. All you did was take up space, but at the moment, it couldn’t be helped.

Annie and George left you alone, their worry growing.

“What do you think happened?” Annie whispered.

George shook his head. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“You don’t think…” She trailed off.

They both turned to your sleeping form.

“I don’t know,” George sighed. “But I don’t know what else would make her this way.”

Annie nodded in agreement. “If I didn’t know better,” She thought of their third roommate and his excitement when talking about you just hours before. “I’d say her heart was broken.”

Mitchell shouldered his way through the door with a tired huff. His scowling face revealed the quality of his day- having spent it mopping up all sorts of refuse and being yelled at by young doctors showing off for each other.

But when he saw you curled up on the couch, his positively lit up. His frustrated frown was replaced by a beaming smile and bright eyes. The irritation of the day pushed to the back of his mind.

His eyes fell on the bags on the floor beside you and he tilted his head curiously.

“Mitchell.” A whisper came from the top of the stairs. Annie pointed in your direction. “Something’s definitely wrong.”

He whipped his head back towards you, brows drawn in concern, forming a small line over his nose. “Did she say anything about it?”

Annie appeared beside him. “That’s the thing,” she shrugged. “She’s barely said anything at all. She hasn’t even gotten up from that spot since she got here.”

That had a pang of panic shooting through his chest.

Mitchell knew you. You may have only been seeing each other for about a year, but he knew you.

You were bright and animated and energetic. You could pull him out of the darkest days with just a smile. Most of all, you talked. He always teased that you could make conversation with a wall. But he loved it. He loved the shimmer you got in your eye when you were excited about something. He loved when you laughed. He even loved when you would cry over a cheesy movie.

He also knew that if you were silent, something was off.

Mitchell waved Annie away and, despite her pouting, she let him take over. As close as the two of you were, you were just different with Mitchell. You could comfort him when no one else could and vice versa. She only hoped he could get to the bottom of it before you retreated even further into yourself.

Mitchell stepped slowly across the living room, trying not to make a sound. He knelt by the side of the couch and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, love,” he whispered, gently giving your arm a shake. “Wake up, darlin’.”

You stirred out of your restless sleep and turned around. “Mitchell? I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until this evening.”

He gave you a sweet smile. “It is the evening, love.”

“Oh.” You rubbed your eyes. In seconds, the emptiness returned, despite Mitchell’s loving face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep that long.”

“That’s alright.” He took a seat beside you, pulling your legs into his lap. He ran his hand up and down your calf in a soothing motion, coaxing you more out of your tired haze. You flipped onto your back, arms still crossed over your stomach- another thing you did when you were holding something back. Mitchell made a note of it but didn’t push.

You saw his eyes flick over to the bags on the floor and sat up.

“I was wondering if I could stay here for a few days,” you said meekly. “It wouldn’t be for long, I swear. I just need somewhere until I can find a new place and I didn’t know where else to go-”

“Woah, slow down,” he said, holding up a hand. “Of course, you can stay here. I’ll take your stuff up to my room. It won’t be a problem.”

“I don’t want to impose. I know you like your space-”

“And I like it more when you are with me.” Mitchell brushed off the cushion and wrinkled his nose. “I won’t make you sleep on this ratty old thing.”

You nodded in submission and your eyes fixed on the floor in front of you. The fog in your head took over and a part of you left that room and took you back to the flat with Lily.

You snapped your gaze back up to Mitchell and feigned a smile. “I’ll take them up now.” You snatched up the bags and hurried up the stairs. When you reached his room, you fell back against the doorframe, trying to catch your breath. Tears blurred your vision.

Fuck, not now.

The bags fell to your feet and you put your hands on your knees, hoping to force the panic attack to be over, which of course just made it worse.

“Y/N?” Mitchell called up after you.

“Be down in a second!” You yelled back, though it came out as more of a wheeze. “I just dropped something.”

You sucked in a breath, ignored the anxiety threatening to collapse your chest, and went back downstairs.

Annie and George had joined him and the three of them stood, waiting.

The panic suffocated you.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

They looked at each other.

“We were going to ask you the same thing,” Annie blurted.

Mitchell covered his eyes with his hand with a sigh.

George stared at her. “Yes, and we were going to be subtle about it.”

“Well I don’t know why,” she said. “Clearly something’s wrong.”

“I-I didn’t mean to be a problem,” you stammered. “I’m sorry.”

“No, love, that isn’t-” Mitchell took a deep breath. He crossed to you and took your hands in his. His soft, hazel eyes stared into yours with loving concern. “You aren’t a problem. How could you even think that?”

“Because I’m-” You stopped yourself from saying the word. Monster. Your lip trembled.

Mitchell’s heart broke seeing tears well in your eyes. He moved a hand to your cheek. “Just tell me what happened.”

Make your problems theirs, and they’ll tire of you.

You’re always too much. You can’t even help it.

“Lily followed me last night,” you finally whispered. If you said it softly enough, maybe your words would just vanish.

George’s face fell.

“She said she doesn’t want to know or understand. She said it was too much for her. I’m too much.” You stared past Mitchell, past Annie and George, with blank eyes. “But it isn’t like I can blame her, of course. I turn into a killer beast once a month and what about outside of that? Take away the wolf and you’re still stuck with me.”

I won’t let you put this on me like you do with everyone else.

“Y/N…” Annie sighed her hand on her chest.

You shrugged and pulled away from Mitchell, letting your hands move as you spoke. “It’s not that big of a deal. I mean, I get it. I can’t ask her to just accept me after she finds out I’m a monster. Really, it’s not a big deal, I don’t want you guys to worry. I just need a place to stay for a couple of nights and-”

Mitchell stepped in front of you again. You must have started pacing.

“Of course, it’s a big deal,” he said sadly.

You shook your head. “I don’t think she’ll tell anyone. And even if she does, who’d believe ‘my roommate’s a werewolf’?”

“I’m not talking about that.” He reached for you, but you stayed back. “Lily’s your best friend. She has been for years.”

“People change. Friendships break up. It’s not that uncommon. I’m fine.”

The panic started again. Your chest constricted and moved with the rapidness of your breathing.

“Hey,” Mitchell said softly, taking another slow step towards you. This time, you let him. He inhaled deeply, lifting his hand with the motion, and exhaled, indicating for you to do the same.

“I’m fine,” you repeated.

He kept swaying his hand through the air with his breathing until you finally followed along. With each deep breath came a building cry. He took you in his arms when the tears finally broke through.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I don’t want…” You couldn’t finish, instead, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You’re allowed to feel, Y/N,” Annie said, crossing the room to put a hand on your back. “You shouldn’t have to hide that from people who care about you.”

“But I feel too much.” You turned, keeping your head against his chest. “I don’t know how to stop and I can’t keep it in. If I could just keep it in…”

Mitchell pulled back and took your face in his hands. “You feel because it’s who you are. It’s one of the things I love about you, Y/N. If you denied that part of you…” He moved a hand to your heart. “It would destroy you.” You looked down and he put a finger under your chin to return your gaze to his. “Believe me, I’ve lived long enough to know.”

George stepped forward. “It’s hard enough to learn how to accept yourself,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to fight to be accepted by your friends.” His eyes drifted between the three of you before him and you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. It was thanks. “You just have to find the right friends.”

You gave him a small smile and wiped away your tears. Mitchell pulled you back into his reassuring embrace. He could feel the tension still present in your shoulders, but your breathing had at least returned to normal.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at George and Annie. “I appreciate it, I really do. It’s just…” You took a deep breath and stepped away from Mitchell. He put his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for you again. “If you ever feel that I’m becoming a burden or- or a problem, please just tell me. I’d rather know than have years of friendship to regret in the future.”

All three looked like they wanted to object. To tell you that that would never happen. That they all loved you for who you are. But, they all knew it wouldn’t do any good just to deny it. They’d just have to show you.

George nodded and stuck out his hand. “Deal.” You shook it in agreement. “But, that goes for you, too. You are allowed a break from this place. Even your fellow lovebird over there.” He jerked a thumb at his vampire roommate. “We all know how tiresome his moods can be.”

You laughed, the sound warming Mitchell’s worried heart. Now, it was you who reached for him, taking his hand with a smirk.

“I think I’ll manage,” you teased.

Mitchell pressed a soft kiss to your temple and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you close. To remind you he was there.

It was Annie that suggested a movie night. The four of you crammed onto the sofa- with you mostly on Mitchell’s lap- and put on a cheesy action movie you could all poke fun at while still enjoying.

It was a familiar scene to your memory, with friends of different times and different places bobbing in and out in your mind, but all eventually fading. Perhaps that’s what hurt the most about Lily leaving. It had happened so many times before. Of course, she was the first to discover your secret, but even before the bite, the people you loved and cared for all inevitably left. So, despite every wonderful thing Annie, George, and Mitchell had all said, you couldn’t help but ask yourself- how long before they left, too?

You snuggled closer to Mitchell’s chest and tried to cherish the moment while it lasted.

Though you’d spent most of the day sleeping, exhaustion weighed down your limbs as you stretched after the movie was over. George suggested drinks and you cheered in agreement, but betrayed by a yawn, your tiredness put a damper on the idea.

“Alright,” Mitchell chuckled. “I think we should call it a night then. You need to unpack anyway.”

“Mitchell, I’m only going to be here for a few days,” you yawned again.

“I’ll not have you living out of a suitcase while you’re here. I’ll clear a couple of drawers.”

Annie coughed.

“And some of the closet,” he added.

The ghost gave him a nod of approval.

“You really don’t have to do that,” you said.

“I want to,” he grinned and took your hand, leading you to the stairs. You told Annie and George goodnight and thanked them again for taking you in.

Annie beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. “Stay as long as you like.”

George didn’t say anything. You just looked at each other and understood. Perhaps in a way nobody else could. He gave you an awkward thumbs-up that made you snicker. He nodded. You nodded.

You followed Mitchell upstairs.

When you climbed into bed, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t want to ruin the night with more of your troubles. He laid down beside you, arms around your middle, pressing your back against his chest.

The tension was still there, aching between your shoulders. It was as if he could feel your very doubt, the fears still running through your mind. Every expectation drilled into you from learning how to protect yourself.

“Y/N, love,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

You winced. This was it. He’d decided you weren’t worth the trouble anymore. You took a deep breath and turned around. His hazel eyes bore deeply into yours, his face barely even a breath away.

“I’m not leaving,” he said.

Your breathing hitched. “W-what?”

“I know that’s what you’re afraid of and I know you think it’s been proven over and over again in your life, but you are not unlovable.” The word that you hadn’t even been able to bring yourself to think hit your chest with painful- but necessary- force.

“Mitchell,” you gasped, but he continued.

“You’ve changed all of us. We aren’t going to abandon you because you think you aren’t worth the fight.” He brought his hands to your face as he had before to keep your eyes on him. “And I’m sorry you haven’t found people who see it, but you are worth every second I spend even thinking about you.”

You were speechless. There wasn’t a thing you could say that would convey the way his words broke through to your heart. The tears that filled your eyes now were welcome ones.

“I’m not leaving,” he said again. “I know that saying it doesn’t mean much right now because of everything in your head, but I’m going to keep saying it every day until you believe me.” He pressed a soft, slow, reassuring kiss to your lips. “You are the light in my very dark existence.” Another kiss. “I love you.” And another. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You fell asleep in his arms. This sleep wasn’t empty, like it was before. This sleep was filled with ‘I love you’s and belonging. It may not have been a sleep to break all of your mental walls, but it was a sleep that let you dream.

Thank you to the friends that helped me believe in this ending.

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stillinracooncity · 1 year

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I'm still waiting for new updates because my body doesn't accept only one shots, it needs a complete story full of drama from beginning to end…

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blackterrae · 8 months

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

Vinnie Hacker

Tiktokers

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

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