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velvet-paradox · 4 months ago

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Secured (Part Four)

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: the veil has been lifted. Length: Long-ish Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, we've got some strong language, explicit content, oral (female receiving), fingering, some smut.

König could care less about all the red lights and stop signs he was rolling through, as if they didn't even exist in his realm, keeping track of your moving location on his phone placed on the dash was more important then getting a fucking ticket. Thankfully it wasn't raining or snowing or this would end up in disaster, finally a nice dry night in the city. Your tracker moved further and further away from him, which only further infuriated the man growling behind the wheel.

Where were you being taken? these are all residential side streets, cul-de-sac's, a place to retire not take a kidnapped grown woman without getting caught. He watched your locator blip blip blip on the screen, frustration boiling as a mini-van just so happened to pull out in front of him. If König hadn't been keeping an out, like he had several he'd never reach you in time.

In time for what he didn't exactly know, but it wasn't good.

His heart lurched to a stop as did his truck when he spotted that your locator had as well. He stared at it, these were all familial homes, nothing seedy about them. One had decorative topiaries on either side of a three car garage, one had a trampoline to the one side, another flew another nation's flag proud of their heritage. All was quiet. All was normal. But nothing about your tracker having stopped moving, paused, hopefully not tossed out of a window.

The green dot indicated it was still active and not crushed gave him very little reprieve but reprieve nonetheless. As he inched the truck closer, almost on top of you, bile rose in his throat, clutching it closed like a vice.

The license plate. That fucking license plate. The one from Horangi's surveillance photos, the one he memorized that first night he met you after the call to Night Division. Sitting idle in a driveway, not an inkling that someone vile was going in inside. He made note of the address, scratching it down with shaky hands on the back of receipt before blocking said car in.

He did his best to look casual, as if this three story house was his, or at least an invited guest.

Whoever had stolen you were incredibly dumb to leave the front door unlocked, not unknown to situations such as this, König slipped easily inside, clearing the foyer, noting the length of the front room table and hardwood floors. Polished. Clean. He heard something fall below him. He paused at the staircase next to him that opened up into a cozy yet sparse dinging room, an old fashioned chandelier hanging above and König couldn't but picture a family celebrating birthdays and holiday's beneath it with wide grins.

He cleared the upstairs three bedrooms and master bath, nowhere to hide up there. Even though he carried a lot of weight he was light on his feet, clearing the kitchen, the on-suit patio before making his way one step at a time down the stairs.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" You voiced.

"You know what we want. Just give it up already."

"I would if I knew what the fuck you were talking about!"

"Gag her again." A woman's' voice said amongst the sound of handcuffs and your breathy protests.

There was a room in the back of the basement, hidden from view of the stairs. Perfect. König was glad he snagged his night vision helmet out of the backseat before coming into this home, flipping it down over his trained eyes, (his favorite sound), and fished out a smoke grenade. A flash bang would've have done the trick and made enough noise to wake the entire cul-de-sac, which is what he wanted to avoid all together.

Pulling the pin he rolled it gently through the doorway, waiting on the other side of the door frame.

"Ah! what the fuck is that?"

"Shit!"

Coughing and sputtering as white smoke filled the room, coiling and billowing out as he waited. And just like clockwork the two from [REDACTED]'s house ran out, covering their faces, you in tow trying to do the same. König grabbed the back of your button down, you yelped as he held you tight in front of him, watching the two bozo's fall to their knees in a coughing fit or smoke and humiliation.

"Àch my dear, wait here. You are safe now."

You barely turned, a cloth rag in your mouth, hands cuffed together in front of you and nodded. König crouched a bit through the fog, yoinking one of your captures in a chokehold, they thrashed and kicked when König rose them up off their feet before zip tying their hands; tightly and dropped them where they stood. Through the neon green outline König made out the other, hunched over, clawing at the nearest wall, he yanked them up too in a similar way. Your own coughs added in the background noise.

"We want answers! honest ones too or I will end you where you sit."

König barked, arms behind his back, legs out wide in a pulled up chair once the smoke had cleared and you'd be secured. He even sat you down on one of this thick legs as he stared down the pair that had broken into [REDACTED]'s house. They looked at each other before answering solemnly.

"We weren't trying to hurt you, ya' know? just needed to keep you quiet. Some walls have ears ya' know?"

"No I don't know that! you broke into my brother's house and started tearin' shit up, you could've killed me!" You shouted, shoulders sagging just noticeably to König when you squeezed your leg.

"Look we're on to some thing big here and the faster we can get this done the better. It's already been a month, time is fucking ticking!" The woman shouted back, wiggling down at the floor at your feet.

"Eden, right?"

"Yes, we've been trying to stop thick black mailing attack on military personnel for months and now that's been stock piled on a hard drive… this is a matter of national security. There is a fucking mole in the nations military willing and desperate to expose what's been going on. It's with good moral that we get that thing and bring it to the right people." The man huffed out.

"And how then are we supposed to trust the likes of you, ja? you break into [REDACTED]'s home, tear up his things, survive me and have the audacity to stalk Y/N and kidnap her!"

"We thought maybe you had something to do with it."

"Do with what? I'm a civilian, not some higher up."

The man sighed. "Because of this, take out my phone in front pocket will you, big guy?" König moved you over to sit down instead, the smell of alcohol faint as your buzz from the club by now. He crouched on his haunches Slavic style and wrestled the brick out of the mans' pants. He voiced the number combination to open up the secured line.

"Now what?"

"Go into the gallery, there is a hidden folder, P1 open it and you'll see."

Intrigued, König did as was asked, he opened the folder, a bunch of surveillance images bot from CCTV camera's to the one built into this issued phone. The most recent one caught his eye and before he could show you the woman spoke up once more.

"Those were taken two days ago, he's getting desperate. We need that hard drive!"

"Who is?" You asked and as König handed the phone to you, still crouched and almost afraid to face you in this matter, he heard you click your tongue.

"That's not… that's not possible. That's [REDACTED], my brother."

"We know."

"But he's stationed in Prague… these can't be from two days ago. That's downtown!"

König stood, the light crack of his knees echoed just a bit and for some reason his busted shoulder began to ache and he had half a mind to down two of his pills when he got the chance.

"Rumor has it he may not be working alone. He's got a hard drive with some really valuable information. Stuff even the FBI isn't aware of."

"My brother might be fucking stupid but he's not a traitor!" Your voice sounded watery, even more so when he finally did stand and saw you zooming in on random pictures in the file. "Also he… he hasn't contacted me if he is home. He wouldn't not do that. This is wrong."

He could hear the hurt in your voice, the pain that maybe your brother was in on something vile.

"It might be wrong but it's the truth."

To König's own surprise he cut the duo loose, apparently they'd rented this house for a few months while they delved deeper into this mission, under the protection of a Captain John Price of the 141. These roots ran deep. Getting the video call affirmation, König walked you out of the house, hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you lightly he could sense you were still on edge, jittery. And who'd blame you? This information was unsettling.

"My parents are gonna' kill him." You sighed heavily, face in your hands. You looked like a painting, in distress in the cutest checkerboard skirt he'd ever seen.

"Not if you get to him first." He said, making you at least perk a bit, just a sliver of-- oh.

You suddenly moved in the cabin of his truck, grabbed his face and kissed where only half of his mouth was beneath the hood. "Thank you König." You half whispered and rested your forehead against his own. He wasn't expecting that sort of reaction.

That first Night Division call, farm safe house out of the city, car chases, the stench of death, betrayal. So much had happened in the last month in a half that would have anyone's head spinning, seasoned vet or not!

"You're welcome, schnecke."

"I mean it," you said and squeezed his hand through his glove, scratchy on the outside, warm on the inside. "You've kept your promise I hope you know."

"My promise?" He asked as he put the car into gear.

"You've made me your top priority." The sheepish smile you gave him had him grabbing and holding your hand on the manual gear shift the rest of the ride home. He parked outside your apartment, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, heels now off your feet and in your lap.

"Do you wish for me to walk you up?"

"No. I uh… you think I could maybe stay with you instead?"

….

As much as that first kiss in the truck was a stunner, maybe some liquor was still coursing through your veins but König certainly wasn't expecting you push up on him once inside his home. Only light flowing through the house came from the stove light he left on in his hurry.

"I don't want to be alone tonight. Is that ok?"

"Well clearly, you're here with me." König answered, letting you manhandle him. "You are not at all alone. There is a lot going on schnecke, things we aren't even aware of yet! Àch Y/N, we are in this together and we will get to the bottom of it. Trust me."

"I do König and that's the problem. Anyone I trust betrays me, loses faith in me and I-- I can't have that with you." You whined and pressed your face into his chest who had no choice but to hug you, hold you tightly as you let those hot tears fall. You mumbled something against his vest but he didn't press on to what in case it had been said only in the time at hand. He didn't care that they would stain his vest, the ends of his hood. He's had far worse fluids on his person, a few salty tears and possible snot were nothing to write home about. But as he held you close, these weren't just tears, there were your tears. These stains meant something.

You slipped out of your clothes easily taking one of König's offered t-shirts and hopped right into his bed as if you'd done it a thousand and two times. He brought you a glass of water as you got comfortable. He had some things to tell Horangi and he told you he'd be in soon, you pouted, the alcohol evaporating from your body as you nodded and got settled.

Earrings on the kitchen counter, a green and gold ivy themed phone case, heels juxtaposed next to his boots, uncharted territory in his own home. A woman's things had never been in his place like this, on his more intimate missions he'd prefer to meet at their place, he didn't like to showcase his home or play host when it would result in one night or two of pleasure and then he was off on another deployment.

He thought he could get used to this, as he rang Horangi and clued him in to what was going on.

Base; first thing in the morning, both of you.

König changed into his night clothes, just a pair of ratty sweatpants he just couldn't seem to part with, they were still on the good side comfortable even if the pockets had holes and the waistband string was rendered useless. He joined you and dimmed down the bedside light, knocking over a new book he'd recently cracked at his desk.

You didn't move.

"Are you alright?"

"Hmph. Alright is understatement," you slowly blinked awake and turned onto your side. "I don't believe this. What if their lying to save themselves, their tracking [REDACTED] to take Eden from him?" you looked swamped, cute, but swamped.

"What if they are telling the truth?"

"I don't know what to feel, actually König, ya' know what scratch that. I do know what I feel."

"And?"

"Too much. I feel too much it feels like I swallowed a wasps nest! I'm all jittery," you let out a huff and covered your face with your arms, kicking your feet under the sheets in a silent tantrum. "I wish I didn't have to think so much."

"Then don't."

You shot him a violent look under your arms, creasing your brow in intimidation but it only made you look prettier. He cursed himself for not only betraying his own code but had twisted it to death and chucked it out the window without care. He had bloomed feelings for you. A sucker.

"Easy for you to say man, your brother isn't being accused of being a national threat!"

König snorted. "I don't mean like that, I mean unwind your mind. Focus on something else."

"Like what?" You asked.

"Like… bitte, hear me out," König started tucked a heavy arm behind his head and talked with the other. "Focus on for example; we went to your apartment, sat there, mere feet away and yet you requested to come to mine. Why did you do that? explain yourself."

"I don't know, I told you I just didn't want to be alone."

"Ok, if you had asked I would have went upstairs with you."

With a sigh you tapped the sheets below you, drumming them before looking him in the eye. "I needed to not see my own four walls for a bit, ok? and I feel safe with you and what better way to feel even safer than to be at your place." You shrugged sheepishly.

König smiled underneath his mask then, covering your hand with his own after patting it. "I feel safe with you too," he mentally super kicked both devil and angel from his shoulders, along with his better judgement and reacted. Grabbing the back of his mask, he hesitantly dragged it off his face. The fabric of it hot as he let it fall off the side of the bed.

König mimicked your position, looking at him his face for the first time in over a month he was pretty sure you might've thought the mask was his true form.

"Enough to show you the man behind the mask."

You didn't say anything at first, eyes scanning his face, the scars, the nicks in his skin, reminders of a lifetime of service and contribution. You lifted your hand from the bed and cupped his face, scratchy dishwater blonde stubble from just two days lack.

"The handsome man behind the mask you mean, no wonder you wear that thing. Could stop fucking traffic with a face like that." You said with a grin, the first one he'd since watching you get ready for your party.

He felt his belly warm at your praise, something he didn't know he needed to hear, let alone to hear from you. "Easy schnecke, don't stroke my ego like that."

"Should watch your mouth with words like that." You bopped him on the nose. "Could get you into fast trouble."

König choked on his spit. He didn't mean it like that! even though the thought had crossed his mind just then. "Ah ja and what kind of trouble are you talking about?"

"Lines get crossed, feelings get involved, someone ends up hurt." You mused.

"I would never hurt you… intentionally of course."

"Oh yes of course! you are far too much of a gentleman for all that."

"Of course I am! here I have housed you, quenched your thirst, given you clothing, room and board!"

"And say I request something else, something as you said to unwind, then what?"

König played along, enjoying your theatrics and walk-about away of asking what he thought you might be asking but needed to hear for sure.

"Depending… I might be able to oblige."

….

And did he ever!

Your kisses were sloppy from the start, mouthing and fitting them together in a tongue twister, spit slick frenzy. Smacking against each other, his hands had settled onto your waist the moment you climbed on top of him, rolling and grinding your body against his. You came up for air as if you were at sea, licking and moaning into his ear, the column of his neck that couldn't stop from tensing with each taste. König tilted his head back into the pillows giving you as much access and flesh your little heart desired.

"Is this uh, is this ok?" you half whispered into his ear, curling your toes, fisting the sheets.

"Ja. More than," König groaned, putting more pressure into his fingertips, digging into your skin. "Take what you need, I'm just here for the ride."

"You want me to ride you?" You sat back on your haunches with a smile on display.

"It's an expression of term."

You snorted. "Term of expression and yeah I know but that's not what I asked." You pointed, looking over his scars, old chicken pox marks, his mole speckled chest.

König didn't think you could look more beautiful sitting up there on top of him, he was wrong of course because once he had you flipped onto your back, he got busy between your legs. He pushed them apart, hearing you sigh and look down at him as he got in a very familiar sniper's position, groping over your thighs, feeling your heat and desire radiate for him.

When König kissed the inside flesh of your knees, rubbing his stubbled chin and jaw along them you made a most precious sound. Reaching for him. He bit into the apex of your thigh, making you jump.

You took a shaky breath when he moved his hand and cupped your mound, feeling you radiate.

Beautiful as ever.

And you made even more, better sounds once he dragged your underwear down exposing your cunt, just laying there enjoying just watching him in his shirt. You pushed it up under your ribs. He pressed a heavy palm onto your lower belly, inhaling your scent as he eased his mouth south.

The more König licked at you the more you thrusted your hips, both of you savoring the act, he groaned in German how good you tasted, how he has longed to have his chance with you, how lucky he was for you to let him touch and devour you. You grabbed at his unruly hair, whining and taking shallow breaths as he ate you out. Flicking his tongue, closing his lips around your swollen clit, how deliciously he could smell your perfume or lotion, he was enjoying himself, humping into his own mattress.

"Fingers? a-are fingers ok?" König asked against your pussy, smeared with your arousal.

"F-finger me, please I need--"

"Whatever you need, schnecke. Whatever you want." König panted, licking your taste off his plump lips, he unlooped his arm from around your leg, spread your lips as you got up a bit onto your elbows in wait. He couldn't help himself, that first penetration came from his tongue, wiggling and licking into your entrance. You squealed and he grinned against your pussy before sliding in his middle finger, your spongy walls welcoming the intrusion.

"Like that?" König panted chuckling when all you did was hang your mouth open and nod your head. He added more pressure to your abdomen, he could practically feel you pulsing from the inside out as he continued his ministrations, finger fucking you slow.

Taking his time.

It wasn't long at all, focusing on your body language and begs for more more more, another finger slid in easily, with thumb pressed against your clit.

"You are so wet my dear, you can hear it." König voiced, his voice low and saturated with lust, you had flung yourself back, digging your heels into his meaty back. "Can you hear yourself? Listen."

You sobbed, nothing in else in the room but your wavering breaths, matching each other moan for fucking moan, another flood of arousal coating his fingers. You bucked again, sucking in his fingers even more, finding that sweet spot.

"Oh fuck!" your legs shook, struggling to keep them open by the look of it and not just crush his head which he was almost certain, you could do just that. "I'm gonna' cum if y-you keep that up--fuck yeah!"

"That's the point, my dear schnecke." König grinned again, the hundredth time it seemed, of the night, his cheeks hurt. He kissed your clit just as you came calling his name, pleading for release. You covered your face with your hands when he flicked his tongue back inside your pussy after releasing his fingers, cored out just enough to take him easily if you wanted more.

"How was that?" König crawled up your body, holding your leg up at his thigh.

"You're good at that." It was your turn to laugh, body thrumming beneath him, wiping at your brow, trying to catch your breath.

"More?" König couldn't take his eyes off of you, not when you looked like an angel, all mussed and pouting up at him.

He shivered when you felt your hands graze his sides, slipping them beneath the loose waistband of his sweats, pulling them down over the globe of his ass.

"Much more."

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obxone · 2 years ago

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I've Got You

Edited-ish. ~1.7k words

Another JJ centric scene pulled from OBX with reader inserted. OBX is not owned by me, obviously. So enjoy!

“Oh!” JJ declares loudly as you all stare at Pope and Kiara going off in John B’s boat. You giggle, leaning back against his chest, and his arm hooks around your waist. “All right.”

Sarah waves at them. “Have a good time!”

JJ laughs, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches John B. “There he goes. He jacked your boat, dude.”

“Pope’s poking on the Pogue,” John B muses while you laugh and Sarah shouts encouraging noises after them.

“Leave them alone,” you chide them. “It was bound to happen with us four paired off.” You reach back to cup the side of JJ’s face. His lips press to your palm, and you smile.

JJ’s hand slips inside your t-shirt, and his palm presses against your skin, the heat from his touch grounding you. His lips brush the curve of your neck, and you know exactly what he wants. “We should probabl-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” John B shushes him. “Wait, wait.”

JJ looks in the direction John B is, his touch pausing from tracing up and down the line of your waist. “What?”

“What was that?”

You and Sarah look at each other, and you can feel the shift in the atmosphere as John B switches to being alert inside of partying.

“Your chicken?” JJ suggests.

“I heard a car door,” John B answers. Sarah looks toward what John B is, and you start to ease out of JJ’s hold, but he clasps his arm tighter around you and starts clucking like a chicken. John B reaches out, his hand covering JJ’s mouth.

“It’s someone,” you rush out in a quiet voice after you hear the sound of faint footsteps. “Someone is coming.”

“Okay, come on.” JJ’s attitude shifts immediately, and John B scrambles to put out the fire.

“Where? They took the boat,” you whisper quickly.

“Up, up there, now,” JJ mutters, shoving you towards the tree. “Come on, Baby.” He braces his back against the tree and laces his hands together for your foot. You hurry forward, bracing your hands on his shoulder and foot in his hands as he lifts you. You climb into the tree and turn back for Sarah as she does the same. Her gunshot wound makes it harder for her to get up as you help pull her into the tree, and then John B follows.

“Hurry, JJ!” You whisper harshly, reaching for him. He scrambles into the tree and onto the branch with you. His body crowds you back against the safety of the trunk. Your hands tighten on his arm and waist. “It’s Rafe.”

He nods, squeezing your thigh as you tuck your legs closer to his waist and out of sight. His fingers squeeze again before rubbing up and down the length of your outer thigh.

Rafe steps into view, and your breath catches in your throat. Your nails bite into JJ’s arm, but he does not cry out. Instead, his grip on your thigh tightens while the other stays braced against the tree. His ocean eyes burn when he turns his attention to you, trying to reassure you silently.

You nod, closing your eyes and dropping your head against his chest before opening them to see Rafe pacing below.

Rafe’s voice filters up to you all. “Where the hell are you?”

JJ’s lips brush your forehead, and you squeeze your eyes shut when the sounds of the Chateau being ripped apart echo from the house.

“Shh,” he soothes you.

“Yo!” Rafe yells as Barry storms off the back porch. “Anything?”

“No, ain’t shit in there, bro.”

“No? Nothing?”

“No, nothing, Rafe.”

“There were obviously just here based off the smoke, man!” Rafe points at the extinguished fire pit. Your anxiety spikes and rips through you until your hands find JJ’s, fingers lacing with his.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Barry retorts back. “Great observation, boy scout.”

“They’re not far, you know?” Rafe’s annoyance spikes and it is reflected in his tone.

They begin to argue. Both are pissed that they cannot find anyone.

“Smokey the Bear! Look at you, bro!” Barry snaps back at him.

“They gotta be around here somewhere.”

You inhale sharply, spotting the gun in Rafe’s hand now. You bury your face in JJ’s chest while Sarah shifts to look at John B in alarm. What if Kie and Pope came back sooner than you were expecting? What if Rafe just happens to look up and see you all?

“P4L.” Barry states.

Rafe laughs, pointing to it. “Well, shit.”

“So your sister and ex-girlfriend are Pogues for life, huh, Rafe? Now who would’ve thought?”

Your gaze snaps to Sarah, and she immediately shakes her head at you that she is fine before her worried gaze flickers to John B.

“Shit!” Rafe screams, throwing his body into the scream. Sarah and you both flinch, and you press closer to JJ. The angry screams of your ex-boyfriend stir up the twisted feeling in your stomach.

“All right, chill.” Barry tries to back him off, but he is too far gone as he lifts the gun and shoots the tree where John B’s name is burned into the wood. “Hey! Whoa! Hey, chill, bro! Rafe!” Barry rushes forward to grab the gun and lifts his arm as he fires several more bullets. One hits the tree branch right where you are, and you immediately shift away—JJ’s body covering yours. “Chill your shit! Chill out!! You’re gonna get our asses busted, dawg! Let’s bounce. Let’s bounce. Let’s go!”

Barry blocks him for a moment, backing him away from the tree before he runs off. You know Barry’s type; he is not staying long enough to wait for cops or neighbors, so Rafe has to run after him. JJ leans over to look at the tree, and you hiss when his hand brushes your thigh.

“Ow, shit.”

“What?!” Sarah turns around to look as he pulls away his fingers to see blood on the tips. “She’s shot.”

You shake your head immediately, your head spinning at the thought of being shot.

“No!” JJ rushes out, panic seizing you all before his shirt comes off and he presses it to your thigh. “No, it just grazed it.”

Your chest heaves as you try to focus on trying to see if you can get your head to stop spinning while he holds his shirt against your skin.

“It’s okay, Baby, it’s okay,” he murmurs, his other hand cupping your jaw. “Look at me. Hey, look at me!”

You do, lifting your chin, and your eyes lock on his panicked gaze.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Okay?”

You nod, hand pressing against his on your thigh. “You’ve got me.”

“That’s right,” he offers a tense smile in relief that you are not spiraling as you have in the past. “I’ve got you.”

“How bad?” John B asks, shuffling around to look at your thigh. He leans over as JJ pulls his t-shirt away to show a deep graze against your thigh.

“Half a centimeter over, and she would be shot,” JJ breathes, his thumb skating over your jaw. “But we’re fine. Just a little blood.”

“Just a little blood,” you repeat after him, nodding to try and keep yourself calm.

Sarah moves around, and you feel her hand brush the hair back from your forehead. “Do you think he’ll come back?”

“Eventually, yeah,” you respond. You knew this Rafe well. “But it’ll be a little bit. Barry won’t let him come back just yet after firing that many shots.”

“So we can get her bandages,” Sarah says, looking at John B and JJ. “Right?”

“Right,” JJ agrees, lifting his shirt to see it still bleeding. He looks at John B, who is hesitating. “I’ll go if I have to.”

You cling to JJ, hands wrapping around both his wrists. “No.”

He lifts his head to look at you. “You’re bleeding.”

“I don’t care. What if he tries to shoot you?”

“They are gone, Baby. You need a bandage.”

“No.”

JJ groans before turning to John B.

“Sarah and I will go,” he says quickly, and you start to open your mouth to object, but he is already climbing down with Sarah following. You wince as JJ presses harder against the wound.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper quickly. “I’m really sorry this is happening to us still.”

JJ shrugs but still watches you. “Your safety is worth everything to me. I love you, okay?”

You lean in and press your lips to his. He kisses you back before pressing his forehead to yours. “It still sucks.”

“Hey,” Sarah calls up to you both. “We’ve got the bandages. John B thinks we should stay in the tree until Kie and Pope come back.”

“Agreed,” JJ states, watching you with worry. There had been too many close calls with Rafe for him to put you at risk anymore. You are his, and he refuses to let you go.

Sarah and John B are back in the tree before Sarah hands JJ the bandages.

“Careful,” she warns him, and he nods, focusing on removing his shirt from your grip. You glance at John B, his worried gaze flickering around the edges of the backyard.

“We should try to sleep in shifts tonight,” you murmur, looking at JJ again. “At least until Kie and Pope come back with the boat.”

“Agreed,” Sarah seconds quickly as she turns to John B. “Right?”

“We’ll pair off together.” John B agrees, reaching for Sarah.

She takes his hand as he guides her onto the thicker branch he sits on. They nestle together back against the trunk while JJ soothes the edges of the bandage to your skin. He brushes his fingers over the bandage one final time before looking at you.

“Switch spots with me?”

“How?” You laugh a little, looking around. He quietly guides you around him until his back is against the tree trunk, and you are against his chest. His lips brush your temple. “I don’t think I can sleep if I’m being honest.”

Sarah nods in silence, and John B frowns. JJ’s arms tighten around your waist, and you all silently agree that sleep is not on the agenda for any of you tonight.

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floralhuqzz · 4 months ago

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The Fine Art of Wanting Felix Catton x Reader(f)

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(Chapter 10- Stay.)

author’s note: Im thinking about finishing this little serie here BUT. if theres gonna be a lot of comments wanting me to continue this I will🫶

warning?? a bit angst

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We made our way through the house, past groups of people clustered together, laughing and dancing. Felix was effortlessly at ease in this environment, his confidence like a shield around him. But even though he looked like he belonged here, I could tell he was paying attention to me, making sure I was keeping up.

“I don’t bite, you know,” Felix said with a playful smirk, glancing down at me as we pushed through the crowd.

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

He just laughed, the sound like music to my ears. “You’ll be fine,” he said, guiding me into a quieter part of the house. There was a group of his friends gathered around a table, drinks in hand, but Felix didn’t linger with them. He led me further down the hallway, to the back porch, where the noise was softer, the view of the stars better.

He gestured to one of the chairs. “This is my favorite spot,” he said, sitting down and pulling me gently into the seat next to him.

It was quieter here, and for a moment, I felt like the whole world outside of us disappeared. Felix seemed different in this space—not the confident guy at the center of the party, but someone who was just… real. He relaxed back in the chair, his eyes locking with mine.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, a little amusement in his voice.

“I think I’m about two seconds away from completely losing you in this crowd,” I replied, glancing back at the noise inside.

Felix smirked. “You won’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere.”

We both fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the party in the background, but it felt like we were in our own little world. Felix’s presence was so easy, his attention on me like it had always been this way.

After a while, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “If you want, we can go dance. It’s not like I haven’t seen you move before.”

I shot him a teasing look. “You just want to show me off, don’t you?”

Felix’s grin spread wider, and there was a hint of something more in his gaze, something deeper. “Maybe,” he said, his voice suddenly low. “But I think it’s more about us having fun. Together.”

I felt that spark again, the same one from the night before, that electric pull between us. I was about to say something when he leaned forward, his lips grazing my ear.

“You’re not running away tonight, are you?”

The question was low, casual, but it sent a thrill through me. For a second, I hesitated. But then I realized, maybe I didn’t want to run anymore.

Felix straightened up, watching me closely. He seemed to be waiting for something—an answer, maybe, or a sign.

“So,” he said, drawing the word out. “Dance with me?”

I didn’t answer immediately, but instead, I stood up and offered him my hand. Felix took it without hesitation, his fingers closing around mine as we made our way back to the party. The music was louder now, pulsing with energy, but all I could focus on was Felix.

As we joined the crowd, he pulled me close, his hand resting on the small of my back, guiding me into the rhythm of the music. We moved together, fluidly, the tension from earlier still lingering in the space between us. Felix’s gaze never left me as we danced, his smirk still there, but it was different now—softer, more intimate.

And for the first time that night, it wasn’t just about the party. It was about him and me, the moment, the way the world seemed to fade away when he looked at me.

The music was so loud that it vibrated through my chest, but even with all the chaos around us, Felix’s presence was like a quiet anchor. We were close, bodies moving together in sync as we danced, laughing between the beats. I couldn’t help but smile whenever I caught his eye, the playful glint still there, but now it was mixed with something warmer—something I couldn’t quite put into words.

As we swayed together, I could hear Felix’s voice over the music. “You know, you’re pretty good at this,” he said, his lips just barely brushing my ear. “Better than I expected.”

I looked up at him, feigning offense. “You thought I couldn’t dance?”

He gave me a half-smile, raising an eyebrow. “Not that. I just didn’t know you’d be… this good at it.”

I rolled my eyes, but there was a flush on my cheeks that I couldn’t hide. He had that effect on me.

We continued dancing for a few more minutes before a voice broke through the music, pulling our attention away. Felix’s friends had gathered at the edge of the room, calling for him.

“Yo, Felix! You coming with us?” one of his friends yelled over the music.

Felix looked over his shoulder and raised his hand. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a second.”

He turned back to me, his expression softening. “I’ve gotta go with them for a bit. You gonna be okay here?”

I shrugged, not wanting to seem like I couldn’t handle being on my own, though part of me didn’t want him to leave. “It’s fine,” I said. “I can go hang with my friends. You go do your thing.”

Felix seemed reluctant to leave, his eyes lingering on me. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go ahead.”

He hesitated for a moment longer, then leaned down and kissed my cheek, his lips lingering for just a moment. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

I rolled my eyes, half-amused. “I’m not going anywhere, Felix.”

He gave me one last smile before walking off toward his friends, who were already heading for the kitchen. I watched him go, feeling a bit of an emptiness when he disappeared into the crowd.

I sighed and turned to find my friends. They were right there, already looking at me with teasing smiles.

“Oh my god, you two were all over each other,” one of them, Jess, said with a wink.

I couldn’t help the blush that crept up my neck. “We were just dancing.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” another friend, Emily, said, raising an eyebrow. “Just dancing, huh? You sure it wasn’t more than that?”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Come on, guys. It was just… fun. He’s not—he’s not like that.”

“Right,” Jess said, leaning in with a smirk. “And we’re supposed to believe that after the way he was looking at you? Come on, don’t act like you didn’t feel it too.”

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered, trying to play it cool even though my heart was racing.

Emily nudged me playfully. “Don’t worry. We all saw how he looked at you. The man’s definitely interested.”

I could feel my face heat up, and I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or excitement. “Stop teasing me. He’s just… he’s just Felix.”

“Sure, sure,” Jess said, crossing her arms with a sly grin. “But don’t forget—you’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off him on the dance floor.”

I slapped her arm playfully. “Okay, okay, enough. Seriously.”

They kept laughing, but I couldn’t help but feel a little lighthearted too. I mean, it was true, I had felt the connection with him, but I wasn’t ready to fully admit it out loud—not to them, at least.

“So,” Emily started, her voice low and teasing, “heard some… interesting noises coming from your dorm the other night.”

I froze for a moment, but I quickly regained my composure. “What noises?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Sarah chimed in with a smirk. “We know exactly what kind of noises you were making.”

My face instantly heated, and I looked around to see if anyone else had overheard, but thankfully, the music was loud enough to drown out our conversation.

“You know,” Emily continued, leaning in closer, “it’s not like we weren’t all curious. But now you’ve got me wondering—how good was he? I mean, you’ve been acting pretty… different since that night.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “You guys are so ridiculous,” I muttered, trying to deflect.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” Sarah teased. “We’re all friends here. You don’t have to hide anything.”

I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall, glancing over at Felix, who was nowhere in sight. “Well,” I started, a little smirk playing on my lips, “it was definitely… intense.”

They both raised their eyebrows, looking impressed. “Intense, huh?” Emily said, her voice playful. “So you’re saying you’re definitely not regretting it?”

I couldn’t help but laugh again. “No, not at all,” I admitted, though the truth was far more complicated. “But honestly, can we talk about something else? You guys are making me feel like I’m the only one who’s had an interesting night.”

Before they could press me further, we were interrupted by the sound of a loud group laugh from across the room. I glanced up to see a group of people from our school laughing and chatting by the drink table.

“So,” Sarah said, nudging me, “we still going to get a drink or are you going to sit here and let the teasing continue?”

I smiled, ready to take the heat off the situation for a bit. “Let’s get a drink,” I said. “But only if you promise not to bring up any more noises.”

They both laughed, but I could feel their curiosity about what had happened between Felix and me still hanging in the air, as thick as the smoke that filled the room.

As I walked to the bar with my friends, I found myself thinking back to Felix again, and the way things had been between us. Despite the teasing and the uncertainty, there was still something undeniable between us. Something that I couldn’t ignore—no matter how hard I tried.

The night felt off all of a sudden. The laughter and music around me felt like distant noise as I started to search for Felix. I’d been chatting with my friends, but it wasn’t the same without him. He had been on my mind, and I couldn’t shake the need to find him.

“Hey, I’m gonna go look for Felix,” I told Sarah and Emily, my voice a little off. “I’ll be back.”

They didn’t seem to think much of it, distracted by their own conversations, but I turned and began weaving through the crowd, scanning the faces of everyone around me. The party was packed, but something in the pit of my stomach told me I needed to find him.

I asked a few people if they had seen him, but no one seemed to know. As I walked down a hallway, my feet grew heavier with each step. My heart was racing, anxiety bubbling under my skin.

Then, I heard it.

The low murmur of voices.

I froze.

There, in the shadow of the hallway, Felix was kissing a girl. She was standing pressed up against him, her hands tangled in his hair as their lips moved together in a way that made my chest feel like it was caving in. His hands were on her waist, pulling her closer, as if this was where he wanted to be.

My heart dropped, and suddenly, my vision blurred.

I didn’t want to see it.

I didn’t want to know the truth.

But there it was, right in front of me. The girl he was kissing—her hands sliding down his chest—wasn’t me. I wasn’t special. I was just another girl to him, like all the others. My chest tightened, my eyes began to water, and my head throbbed painfully, the world spinning around me. It felt like someone had just ripped everything out of me, leaving me empty and exposed.

Before he even had the chance to see me, I turned and ran. I couldn’t face him. Not now. Not like this.

My legs were shaking as I bolted for the exit. I barely made it outside, to the terrace, before the tears started flowing. The cool night air hit my face, but it didn’t help with the burning in my chest. I stumbled to the nearest table, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and taking a swig. The liquid burned as it went down, but it was exactly what I needed right now. I didn’t care anymore.

I needed to forget what I had seen. To forget the pain.

But the more I drank, the more everything seemed to crash around me. The buzz wasn’t enough to drown out the voices in my head, telling me that I wasn’t enough, that I never had been.

I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there, staring at the dark sky above, letting the alcohol cloud my thoughts, when I suddenly heard footsteps.

I looked up and saw Felix. His figure was framed by the dim light from the party behind him, and he had that look on his face—like he knew exactly what I had seen. Like he was sorry, but maybe not enough to regret it.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft but uncertain. He took a few steps closer, glancing at the bottle in my hand. “What are you doing out here?”

I couldn’t find the words to respond, the anger and hurt swelling in me too much to say anything. He was right there, and yet he felt so far away.

“Are you… are you okay?” Felix asked, his tone more vulnerable than I had ever heard before. He took another step toward me, and I could see the guilt in his eyes now.

But it didn’t matter.

“Felix,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I saw you. With her.”

He flinched, like the words had hit him harder than anything else. “I—”

“Don’t. Don’t even try to explain. You don’t have to lie. I know what you are,” I interrupted, my voice barely above a whisper. My body felt heavy, exhausted from everything I’d been holding in.

He reached for me, but I backed away, feeling like I couldn’t breathe anymore.

“Please don’t touch me,” I choked out. “Just… go. I don’t need your apologies. I’m done.”

I didn’t wait to see if he stayed. I turned away from him, the pain making it hard to even stand. As I walked away from him, I knew it wasn’t just the alcohol that was making me numb. It was the realization that I had fallen for someone who never really cared.

The cold night air seemed to swallow me whole as I walked back into the darkness, alone..

“You’re wrong,” he said softly, but I could barely hear him over the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest.

“Wrong?!” I spun around, my voice rising, angry and hurt in equal measure. “You’ve got some nerve, Felix! After everything we’ve been through, after all the things you told me, all the words about me being different, being special… was that all a lie?! Was I just someone to fuck and forget about?” My voice cracked at the last part, the weight of everything I was feeling breaking through.

Felix froze, his face twisting with guilt. “No, I didn’t— I didn’t mean it like that. You are special to me. You’re more than that.”

I shook my head violently, the tears blurring my vision. “Then why the hell were you with her? Why couldn’t you just tell me what I meant to you? Why did I have to find out this way?”

I could see the panic flicker in his eyes, and I hated that it still did something to me, even in my rage. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let him off the hook so easily. “I thought I was better than this. I thought I was worth more than this. I gave you everything, Felix! And now you want me to believe this is how you feel?”

Felix took a step toward me, his hands reaching out as if he wanted to touch me, to make me listen to him. But I couldn’t handle it. Not now.

“Don’t,” I snarled, backing away from him, shaking my head. “I don’t want your fucking touch. I don’t want your apologies. I don’t want anything from you.”

He stopped, standing there, looking as if I had slapped him. The regret in his eyes was so raw, but I wasn’t ready to feel sorry for him. He had done this to me. To us.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was scared, alright? Scared of how I felt about you. Scared of… of how deep this is getting.”

I frowned, confusion and anger mixing together. “So, what? You thought that sleeping with someone else would make you stop feeling for me?” I laughed bitterly. “Is that what it is? You think if you fucked someone else, it would fix whatever you’re so damn scared of?”

He looked at me, guilt flashing across his face. “I thought… maybe if I did that, I wouldn’t feel the way I do about you. I didn’t want to fall for you, (y/n). I didn’t want to care this much. But I do. And it scares the hell out of me.”

I scoffed, my chest tight with frustration. “That’s not an excuse, Felix. You don’t get to hurt me just because you’re scared. You don’t get to push me away just because it’s easier for you.”

Felix’s expression softened, his shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I just… I don’t know how to deal with this. With you. With what I feel. And I thought that maybe… if I could sleep with someone else, I could push this away. But it’s not working, (y/n). I… I love you.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “You… love me?” I blinked, unsure whether I had heard him right. “You love me, but you’re out here kissing someone else?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, the admission raw and vulnerable. “I just… I was so scared of how much I cared about you. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I’m doing it anyway. And now, I don’t know what to do to fix it.”

I stared at him, torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to shove him away. “You should’ve never let it get this far,” I whispered. “You should’ve been honest with me from the start.”

“I know,” he said, his voice thick with guilt. “I know, and I’m sorry. But I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

I felt a lump form in my throat. The words I wanted to say were stuck there, tangled with all the hurt and confusion swirling inside me.

Felix stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “Please, (y/n). I can’t lose you.”

For the first time, I didn’t pull away. But I didn’t know if I could believe him.

Felix stood there, his hands trembling slightly, as he struggled to meet my gaze. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with guilt and regret.

“I get it,” he said quietly, his voice breaking as he stepped closer, not daring to touch me, but his desperation clear. “I get it if you hate me right now. I deserve it. Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want—I deserve it all.” He ran a hand through his hair, his face contorted in pain. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear I didn’t.”

I swallowed, unable to speak, but the way he looked at me—so broken, so lost—almost made me want to give in. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

“I was scared,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion, the vulnerability so raw I could feel it in my chest. “Scared of how I felt about you from the moment I saw you. You were different. You… you’re not like the others. And I felt it. I felt this pull, this fucking connection. But I didn’t know how to handle it. I thought if I could just get distracted, if I could just…” He shook his head, looking away for a moment, before glancing back at me, his eyes glistening with tears.

“I thought if I kept myself busy with anything else, I wouldn’t feel the way I do when I’m with you. I didn’t want to care this much, but I do, (y/n). I do. And it scares the shit out of me.” His voice faltered, a tear slipping down his cheek, but he wiped it away quickly.

I stared at him in disbelief, my chest tightening as the sight of his tears pierced through the anger and hurt I had been holding onto. “Felix…” I whispered, unsure of what to say.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, the words trembling as he stepped closer, his voice barely audible. “You’re the first person who’s made me feel this way in so long. And I fucked it up. I fucked it up so badly.”

His words were raw, desperate, and I saw it now—the fear in his eyes, the regret. He wasn’t just scared of what we had, but of how deep it had gone. He had let his fear control him, and in doing so, he had hurt me.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, (y/n),” he whispered, his voice cracking. “But I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to be… with you, not when I felt like I was drowning in it. And now, here I am, begging for you not to hate me.”

I stood frozen, my heart torn between wanting to comfort him and wanting to scream at him for what he had done. He was crying now, the tears falling freely, and something inside me broke. Maybe it was the vulnerability he never showed anyone, or maybe it was the way he was standing there, stripped of his bravado, that made me feel the weight of everything we had shared.

But I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t ignore how much pain he was in, how much he regretted everything.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was apologizing for more than just the moment we were in.

And for the first time, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t know if I was ready to forgive him. But I wasn’t ready to let him go either.

Felix stood in front of me, eyes searching mine as the silence between us stretched on. The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, my emotions a tangled mess of hurt, confusion, and something else—something I wasn’t sure I was ready to admit yet.

He took a slow step forward, his gaze softening as he reached out, his hand gently brushing the side of my face. I flinched at the contact, not expecting it, but his touch was warm, soothing, as if he was trying to reassure me that everything would be okay.

I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath. “Felix, I don’t—” I started, but he shushed me gently, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.

“I know you’re hurt,” he whispered, his voice low and soft, filled with regret. “I never meant to hurt you, (y/n). You have to believe me.”

I opened my eyes to meet his, the vulnerability in his expression so raw that it made my heart ache. He wasn’t the cocky, confident guy I’d known; he was someone who was just as lost as I was, someone who was trying to figure this all out.

“I’ve never been this honest with anyone before,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t ignore it anymore. I can’t deny what I feel for you. I… I care about you. More than I thought I could.”

His words were enough to make my heart skip a beat. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure what to do with all the emotions swirling inside of me. The anger, the hurt—it all seemed to melt away under the weight of his sincerity.

I wanted to speak, to tell him everything that had been on my mind, but the words felt inadequate. Instead, I just stood there, letting the silence take over, letting his touch calm the storm inside me.

Felix’s fingers moved from my face to gently cup my chin, tilting my head up just slightly as he leaned in closer. The space between us was minimal now, and I could feel his breath against my skin, warm and steady.

“I know I’ve messed things up,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But I swear, I’m not just here for the fun, (y/n). I want you—all of you. And if you’ll let me, I’ll show you I’m not going anywhere.”

I could feel the sincerity in his words, his honesty seeping through every syllable. My heart raced in my chest, my body responding to the proximity, to the way his hand lingered on my skin.

Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine.

It was soft at first, gentle, like he was waiting for me to pull away, to stop him if I didn’t feel the same. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. And when I kissed him back, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if we both needed this—needed to bridge the gap between us that had grown so wide.

My hands moved to his chest, pulling him closer, as if I could close the distance between us, between everything we’d been through. His hands moved to my waist, gripping me tightly, as though afraid I might disappear if he didn’t hold me firmly.

The kiss was everything—passion, regret, desire, all tangled together in the simplest of moments. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—this could work.

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gruvu · 1 year ago

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Been dragging my feet on this and so here are with the last piece of 2023 that I did. WITH a small intro into the story.

To summarize this stardew valley au, my farmer Beau ends up with a alien child and very much is living a horror film narrative for a hot second. Regardless it's just found family. Now down below is the first chapter, you don't gotta read it but if you do I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Injury detail of burns and mentions of war. Just a heads up if you're uncomfortable.

A full year and yet the sounds of the cabin kept the man awake in his sagging bed. The deep moaning of the structure reminded him constantly how he should have asked Robin for an estimate on updating the supports. He had been so wrapped up in getting this farm together, he hadn’t bothered much in his living space. And now with another winter coming, he became aware how unprepared he had been the first time.

With a deep sigh he rolls onto his side, pulling the blankets over his head hoping to dampen the noise around him as the night moves on around him. The ticking of his clock began to finally lull him asleep only for the house to rattle then the rafters shook as something plowed through the top of the roof. A scream erupted from him as the sound of splinters erupted and could feel pieces of shingles falling upon him and the floor. Has the war reached the valley? No no, not possible! Regardless he scrambled out of bed, hurrying to his light and flicking it on as he looked up towards the rafters.

In the light dust was still sprinkling down from a circular cut though the top. As if someone had used a cookie cutter through the middle of his shingled roof. Almost perfectly carve out if only the wood hadn’t splintered. He could feel the cool fall breeze drift into his small farm house, making him hurry to grab his robe on the coat rack only to pause as he peers out the window. A soft pulsing blue light came from outside, coming from one of his recently cleared fields… “This is a horrible idea.” Beau mutters to himself, as he shoves his feet into his rubber boots before grabbing the club he had in the umbrella stand and leaving the safety of his home into the cool night full of strange dangers.

The leaves rustled as he steps down the creaking wooden stairs, the pulsing blue light allowing him to find the disturbed earth as something had slammed and skidded through his field. His mind is going to the worst places, but if he could see it and run really fast maybe he could warn the town if there was any danger. Surely this wouldn’t be like one of those horror movies where the stupid teenager goes towards the danger right? CRUNCH. He yelps looking down as he hops away from the piece of metal, giving off a spark causing the man to hesitate to move forward. Wait.. Maybe it was just a satellite? For tv! Nothing spooky about that. With denial and curiosity at his back, he moves towards the impact site. Finding himself staring into the steam at… “What the..” He murmurs, squinting through the bright glow, his club lowering as the farmer draws closer. Using his hand to wave away the steam he could see what had landed in his field. It was a cylinder in shape, and slightly bigger than the barrels he used to age his cheese in the shed. The capsule of some kind wasn’t glowing itself but what it held inside. A fizzy, bubbling glowing blue liquid that began to dim down revealing something in it. Beau had to move around to get a better view, sliding a bit in his boots nearly colliding with the strange alien object. Now closer, crouching down to see the capsule better he squints into the odd substance. “Huh.. There’s.. There’s something.. In there.” He murmurs, as he moves his hand to touch the glass, at first yanking back thinking it was horribly hot only for him to find it only warm to the touch. There was something fleshy in there bobbing in the liquid, but at this angle it was hard to tell what it was. It seemed all common sense of fear left him as he tossed the club away to move the capsule upright, one of the two green lights on the “lid” of the capsule turned orange, a garbled static voice spoke out and sudden searing pain came from his hand. Panic took over as the farmer tried to pull his hand away only for it to stay attached to the top of the lid.

“H-HELP! HELP! SOMEONE!” He yells trying to pull away, not paying attention to the fluid inside the capsule in his panic. If he had, he would notice drops of what might have been dye were put into the capsule. A small mechanical arm inside with a metal needle poked the strange fleshy object inside, making it twitch in response. Then the orange light turned blue and the farmer tumbled back with a startled yell.

Laying there in the dirt, he held his hand in pain. Unable to see the wound in this light but it felt like a burn or something… He was definitely going to have to talk to the doctor about this. Sitting up now he looks towards the source of his pain, the capsule’s fluid inside a sickly green and bubbling like a freshly carbonated drink. He didn’t know what to do now, no one would be up. He would need to talk to Gunther because this clearly was no missile or any war related object. It was something else entirely and he was deeply afraid.

Staring at it for hours, even as the sun began to rise up over the mountains around the town of Stardew Valley, the farmer watched the capsule. Only when something rubbed against his back did he snap out of his sentry-like state.

“AHH!” He whips around, only to see his large gray and white cat, letting out a chirp in response to his yell.

“I- oh.. It’s you Yogi.” He relaxes, reaching out to touch her only to hiss. Looking now at his hand it was red and… Yeah he needed to go see Harvey.

Moving up to his feet, finding himself stiff only for his back to crack and then his neck. He needed to take care of the animals and-

His dark eyes drift over to the capsule now lit up in the early sunrise, a soft hum over the bubbling noises reminding him of its presence pretty quickly.

He needed to get that thing somewhere locked up first. Then he could show Gunther, but with his hand. He would NOT be touching that thing again. Not without some kind of protection. The stiff farmer walked back to his cabin, his cat chirping at his heels along the way, cooling off his hand with some water and then wrapping it up in gauze bandage before getting properly dressed. He was trembling all the while, grabbing his large quilt to simply cover the capsule with it and dragging it into his shed and rolling it into a corner where it stayed glowing faintly. Beau tried to remain calm but all the while it stayed in the back of his mind as he fed his beloved barn animals. Thankfully he had to focus as he tried get milk only to struggle with the one hand, the pain did help keep his mind off things but it only made it clear that he had to also go to the doctor. Nine AM could not come fast enough.

~~~~~ “Beau the doctor will see you now.” “Thanks Maru.” He ducks into the back, wishing he could have grabbed some pickles or a cup of coffee for the doctor. Would soften the lecture that could be on his way. He knocks on the door and enters seeing Harvey check some notes only to glance up and smile at the farmer, sending Beau’s stomach into a fluttering of butterflies. “Good morning Beau. Maru tells me you hurt your hand. Why don’t I take a look.” He pats the table for him to sit on, all the while looking over the somewhat disheveled man. A slight frown of concern flickered for a moment before going to unwrap his hand tenderly. “Mmmgh.” He winces, pulling his hand back slightly. The doctor frowns, pausing his attempt. “Do you need me to stop?” “No no. I just.. It hurts.” “Well what did you do?” Harvey showed no judgment or disappointment as he continued to unwrap the hand. Truly expressing concern and worry for the man that had more than once ended up in his office with devastating wounds from the monsters in the mines. “...I burned it. I think?” Beau shrugs as his hand is exposed showing the bright pink skin, the entire flat of his hand was raw with his palm having a large burn in the shape of a neat square. The doctor looks down at it, his dark brows furrowed, having seen plenty of burns over his time here but it was odd. So clean and the area around the nasty burn was more or less fine. “What do you mean you think?” He raises a brow studying the burn. It wasn’t anything horrible but would need to be cleaned properly and ointment would be applied. “I.. I.. Don’t know what I burned it on. I couldn’t really see anything?” “Were you in the dark? Hit it on the stove top?” “I was in the dark.. Outside. There… There was this..” Beau wasn’t sure what to tell him, then again the doctor had treated him for flying lizards. “A thing. Like a mason jar but barrel size and it crashed and I touched it. And this happened.” “...You touched an unknown object that crashed?” “Yes! And it’s in my shed.” “In your shed...When did this happen exactly?” Harvey walks over to the desk door, poking his head out. “Maru, could you please get a bowl of warm saline and soap? Thank you.” He ducks back in to look at the farmer. Seeing his hair a mess, the trembling from the lack of breakfast and wide eyes. He was in distress and he came to the doctor for help. There would be no way Harvey would turn his back on him. “It.. It was early.. Early in the morning? One maybe two AM?”

“Have you been up since then?”

“Harvey I’ve had a consistent sleep schedule, I am not losing it over missing a couple hours.”

“You would be surprised with little sleep you would do to someone… Why don’t you take me to see this mason jar during my lunch break.”

“Yeah and I can grab Gunther too or maybe Demetris? Someone has got to know what it is…”

“I am sure we can figure this out, but in the meantime I’ll clean up that hand and wrap it in some fresh gauze. Then you can lay down in one of the beds for a bit. Catch up on some sleep.”

“That…That sounds really nice.” Beau smiles a bit, his shoulders relaxing as a weight comes off his shoulders. Maru knocks and comes in, bringing the bowl and soap. Harvey thanks her and gets to work.

Cleaning the hand with the utmost care and tenderness, being aware of how sensitive the burns were with even unwrapping. Drying the hand and putting ointment over the palm easing down the burns before dressed with dry clean gauze wraps.

“Reminds me of the first summer. When you had to rub aloe all over me.” Beau smiles trying to break the silence after watching Harvey tend to his hand. The doctor’s cheeks turned a soft pink as a smile appeared under the mustache.

“You were as red as a tomato. I told you to make sure you put plenty of sunscreen on.”

“I know I just got caught up with trying to clear out one part of the section.”

“Well we both know you could barely move the next day. I am just glad I had plenty of aloe for you.”

The two chuckle as the doctor finishes wrapping his hand. “Now I’ll get some painkillers and you can rest a bit.”

The farmer nods, as the doctor pats his shoulder. The two walk back and Harvey gets him to lay down. All the while the humming in the shed grew louder as the color of the boiling fluid turned slowly from green into a more sickly olive. The form inside twitched and grew.

#gruvu's art #gruvu's writing #Stardew valley #Stardew Valley au #starchild au #sdv #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer

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keep-the-wolves-close · 1 year ago

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Steady Heart

Chapter 14: Hollow Crown

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, brief violence between John and Jamie, brief wound tending

* Word count: 4,038ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Oof this chapter was a piece of work. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

The pair trotted for another 10 minutes and on the horizon there was a rifle bang that cut through the air. Stella sagged in her saddle at the sight of her brother, Jimmy, and Walker riding out to meet her. She waved her hand at the bunch.

They met each other. In unison Ryan slipped off of BJ and Stella off of Abigail. Her brother called out to her and cleared the last few feet of space between them. “Stella! Are you okay?!” He jogged up to her wrapping her in a hug so tight, air rushed out of her lungs at the impact, a soft oof escaping.

She hugged Ryan back. “I’m fine. The officer got hurt, not me.”

Ryan started to check her over. Looking for any sign of injury. “What happened to your hands?”

“I got cut on barbed wire trying to untangle Snoopy. Is he okay?”

“Yeah he’s fine.” Jimmy said.

“Nothing some docterin’ and silver spray won’t fix.” Walker offered.

“Oh good.” Stella caught her breath. “The noises stopped not long ago. I don’t think she’s following anymore.”

Ryan stood back from inspecting his sister. “Where was the den?”

“Somewhere by pasture 11, I think? On the outside of the fence.”

“We’ll probably have to get them relocated.”

“If she doesn’t do it first with all the hoof traffic coming through there over the last few days.”

Ryan nodded at his sister's assumption. “Yeah that’s a fair point. Or maybe she was in the process of moving them already.”

“Yeah,” she looked down. “Thank you for coming to me.” She glanced at Jimmy and Walker. “All of you.” Walker tipped his hat and turned around to go back to the barn.

“What were you doin’ by yourself? Why didn’t you go with them?”

“There wasn’t enough room. And someone had to come back and tell John. It’s okay, I’ll be fine.” She brushed loose hair away from her face.

Jimmy smiled and came up to her and wrapped his arms around her. A startled noise left Stella. “I’m glad you’re okay. When we heard the call come through and then your horse didn’t show up we thought you were dead.”

Stella thought, ‘ah what the hell,’ and returned the hug. “Thank you, Jimmy. Really.” Ryan cleared his throat next to them. Stella pulled back and scowled at her brother for a split second. “I’ve gotta go talk to John. I was supposed to be back like an hour ago at least. I’ll meet y’all down at the bunkhouse in a bit.”

Ryan hugged her as Jimmy rode away. “Don’t get into any more trouble on the way to the house please?” He tapped her nose. “Matter of fact, I’ll come with you until you’re at the house.”

Stella wanted to argue, but thought better of it. Ryan was still coming back to earth. She would humor him today.

Stella and Ryan came loping into view of the ranch from the far side archway closest to the house. She came to a stop and Ryan waved at her as he headed to the barn. She turned her horse to slope up the big hill to the house. Abigail’s long legs made short work of the hill. Coming up on the big house, Stella could just barely make out someone on the porch in the dim twilight. Getting closer she could see it was John.

She slowed her mare to a stop at the trough by the driveway. She swung her leg over and dropped gracefully out of her saddle. She stroked Abigail’s neck and tied her to one of the few hitches at the house. “Catch your breath girl. We’re safe now. Get some water.” The mare was already halfway there by the time she finished her sentence. Stella could feel eyes on her and knew John was patiently waiting for her to come report to her.

Making her way to the bottom, she smiled sheepishly up at the man lounging at the top. “Just the man I hoped to find,” she joked breathlessly. John waved at her to come join him. She climbed the stairs. “Have you heard anything from Rip?” She went to take a seat next to her best friend’s father.

John shook his head. “No, should I have?” He was testing her. That was the thought that first came to Stella’s mind. He was seeing if she would lie at all. The tone he used gave him away. He knew already.

She bobbed her head. “Well he was supposed to call you, but he might have gotten held up. Taking that officer up the mountain turned into a shit show to say the least, sir. She was uncomfortable on Snoopy from the get go, which I thought was weird considering she most likely has to ride a horse quite often, but what do I know.”

Stella settled back into the chair with a quiet groan. “She fell off the horse after it got bit by a horsefly and got, forgive my lack of tact here, skewered on a fence post. Rip called Viggo and got her out to the hospital. I was to come back here and tell you. So here I am.” She raised her hand from the arm rest. “A little later than I planned, and more cuts than intended, but I’m here.”

“You forget who my daughter is. I would be shocked if you’ve been around this long and didn’t have something like that in your arsenal.” They smirked at each other. “Rip will be home soon. I think I hear the chopper now. He did call me a little while ago.”

“Oh good,” Stella listened intently and sure enough she heard the blades as they sliced through the air. In the distance a very distinct Rip shaped silhouette walked out of the darkness.

“She gonna make it?” John asked, getting up from his seat on the porch.

“Yeah. She's tough as a mule, that one.” He gazed at Stella when he said that. Stella stood and caught up to the patriarch, meeting the foreman at the bottom of the steps. He switched his stare to John. “They're sending another ranger out tomorrow.” Rip put his hands on his hips as they came to meet him.

“See if you can keep this one on a horse.” Rip chuckled. John pointed to her. “And Stella, I don’t think you should go this time. We’ll decide tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.” Both she and Rip answered in unison.

Rip took in Stella’s appearance. “You okay, Stella-belle?” John watched the interaction quietly.

Stella sighed and took her glasses off. She outstretched her hand and Rip grabbed them with a frown. The men shared a glance. They let Stella take her time. Taking out her hair, she ran her hands through it shaking it out. It went back up into a less fuzzy bun. She held out her hand for her glasses and Rip placed them gently on her palm. Placing them back on her face, she finally answered.

“Well I doctored my hands up after you left. Ran into a mountain lion den about halfway home. On the outside of the fence. I’m pretty sure mom stalked us most of the way home.” Rip opened his mouth, but she held up a hand to stop him. “Yes I called my brother in on the walkie. They came out and met me. He made sure I made it most of the way here. I told John about what happened. Just later than planned.”

“Sounds like you had a busy night.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

John interjected. “We’ll revisit the mountain lion near one of my pastures later. You forgot that little detail, kid.”

“Sorry sir. Ryan was already talking about relocation or something. If she wasn’t already in the process when I stumbled across her.”

A car pulled up and caught their attention. “Wow, I can't wait to see which disappointment this is.” The three of them watched Jamie get out of the car. John roared, “where you been? I needed you!” Stella and Rip stepped back.

“I was campaigning.” He stated like it was obvious.

John growled. “You been gone two fuckin' days, Jamie. You can't make one phone call? God knows I've been calling you.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? Hell, you don't even know what you're sorry for.”

“I'm sorry. Christina has my phone.” Stella raised her eyebrows at his admission.

“Christina has your phone. God damn it, Jamie.” John wiped his mouth. “When Rip takes Fish and Wildlife out tomorrow, I need you with them.”

“Okay. Why is Fish and Wildlife coming tomorrow?”

“Shit.” John muttered. The evidence was clear that Jamie hadn’t even bothered to check his phone before he got to the ranch.

“I have campaign stops in Helena and Great Falls…”

“No, you don't, because the first thing you're doing tomorrow is withdrawing from the race.” John made his word final.

“What? I'm doing this for you.” Jamie sounded hurt and confused.

“No, you're doing it for you, and now you're not doing it anymore.”

Rip and Stella looked at each other. They didn’t think they should be here for this conversation. Stella wanted to slowly slink away to her horse and go find her brother.

Jamie tried to stand his ground. “Hey. I won't quit. My entire career is based around this. I've earned it.”

“It's not your place to decide what you've earned.”

“Don't take this away from me. I've earned this! After everything I've done for you, after everything I said…,” Jamie begged.

John wheeled around and advanced on Jamie.“What have you done for me, Jamie?” John shoved him. “What have you done for me besides help me build the empire that you stand to inherit? Sorry, son, I just don't see the sacrifice.”

“Don't you take this away from me.” Jamie grabbed his dad’s coat and started shoving him.

“You took it from yourself.” John dismissed.

“After everything I have done for you? I have earned this!”

John launched his fist squarely against Jamie’s jaw. He fell to the ground and groaned. Embarrassment and pain all wrapped up into one. “All you earned today is that.”

As much as it pleased Stella that someone else shared the same thought about Jamie needing to be hit, she didn’t think now was the time. “Mr. Dutton!” John took his son to the ground, trading blows the whole way.

Rip jumped in. “Hey.” He pulled John off of Jamie.

“I swear to God, I never met a man more in need of a beating.” John paced as Rip got Jamie up off the ground and started marching him away from John. Stella put herself in between John and the other two men. She hoped that her presence in the middle would keep him from bowling her over if his anger rose again.

“Jamie, you touch me again, and I'll give you one.” He stood up straight and stared down his son. “By this time tomorrow, Attorney General Stewart's gonna announce that he's not stepping down. So if you want to run against the candidate I'm supporting, you be my guest.” He caught his breath just long enough to weave around Stella and up to Jamie and Rip. “Until you're ready to put this family first, you don't step foot on this ranch, you understand? You're not welcome here.”

Rip caught Jamie as he went to go back at his father for more blows. “Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me... Whoa. Easy now.”

“This is between family.” Jamie said hotly. Stella made a face at him not recognizing the foreman as family at this point.

“You're gonna fight yourself right out of it.” He patted Jamie’s chest. “Now, go get a hotel, okay? And then calm down.”

Stella herded John to the porch. He bent down and picked up the papers that had blown off the table with the breeze that had settled in. “You okay?” She heard Jamie’s car peel off and felt Rip come up behind her.

“No, Stella, I don't know that I am.” He sniffed. “Hundred and thirty-two years this ranch has been in my family, and I'm the one to lose it.” He stood from picking up the papers. “To be honest, I don't even know who I'm trying to save it for, anymore.” He looked at his employees. “You both go. I have a lot to think about.”

She gave him a bittersweet smile in response and watched him go inside. Rip went to go stand at the top step and Stella asked softly as she joined him, “penny for your thoughts?”

Rip shook his head. “Not much going on except, what a fuckin’ day.”

She hummed in response.

“You go to your brother. Have Lloyd look at your hands.”

“Yessir.” She jogged over to Abigail. The bay roan nickered at her. She smiled lovingly at Abigail, gave her a pat and climbed into her saddle. “Come on sweets. Let’s go put you to bed.”

After she got Abigail settled in, she chose to go find her brother and see what shenanigans everyone was up to. Coming up on the bunkhouse the sounds of a good time echoed into the night. She smiled feeling at home and swung the door open.

The men were in the middle of a poker game. Her brother goaded everyone. “Oh this is dangerous for you boys. I would stay away if I were you.”

The smile remained on her face and she walked up behind her brother and gave his shoulders a hug. “Oh hey Stellee. Kinda busy right now.” He squeezed her forearm that was around his neck quickly.

“Yeah yeah. Just wanted to say hi.” She chuckled standing back up. She noticed Jimmy was searching for something all over the back of the house.

Lloyd caught Jimmy pacing and gently directed him. “Jimmy, sit down. You're making us all fucking sea sick.”

“All right, where is it?”

“Where's what?” Stella and Ryan asked. They looked at each other in amusement.

“You guys know what.”

Stella scrunched her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just got here.”

“We don't know how to help you find what we don't know you're looking for, Jimmy.” Colby said.

“Where's my fucking hat?”

Ryan looked directly at Jimmy. “Oh, that.” Ryan tapped on his cards. “Yeah, we got rid of that.” He explained simply.

Stella’s eyes widened. “Y’all did what!”

“Stupid scarecrow ain't a good look, Jimmy.” Colby smiled.

Stella swore she could hear a mouse fart out in the barn from how quiet it got in the house. All the men started smiling before Lloyd reached underneath the table and pulled out a brand new black hat. He tossed it at Jimmy who juggled it and caught it.

Ryan laid out the rules. He sounded like he was talking to 15 year old Stella the way he explained it. “Cost us each a weeks' pay. You lose it, pay us back.”

Lloyd smiled, delighted. “It ain't a damn soup bucket, try it on.” He tried to convince Jimmy.

Jimmy looked at it, almost as if he was making sure there wasn’t a catch. He flipped it up over his head and carefully slipped it on.

“Yay!” Stella yelled and everyone started clapping and congratulating him.

“You were in on this, too?” He asked Stella and then Walker, who had just walked in on the celebration.

Stella laid her arms on her brother and Colby’s shoulders. “Oh, look at him, honeys. Our little Jimmy's all growed up.” She playfully sniffled and wiped a fake tear away. Colby and Ryan played along and consoled her. “Also somebody call the academy. I deserve an award for the performance.”

“Thanks.” Jimmy smiled at the guys trying to forget his annoyance. The wranglers went back to their poker game, pleased with the turnout of getting Jimmy a hat.

Jimmy stepped up to Stella. “Thank you.”

“Of course Jaybird.” He smiled at the nickname. “We’ll get you fitted up right if it kills us.” She leaned closer to him and whispered, “I told you they’d come around.” She smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

Jimmy walked over to his bunk and everyone including Stella screamed. “No, no, don't put it on the bed!”

“Jesus fuck.” Ryan exclaimed.

“That's bad luck, Jimmy.” Lloyd explained.

“You can't give him anything.”

“Is there any way to undo that, or…,” Jimmy sounded worried he asked Walker.

Walker sighed and laid down. He seemed bummed. “Hell, Jimmy, if you cowboy into this outfit, you're already cursed.”

Stella glanced at him. “You good?”

“I guess.” He replied curtly.

Stella frowned but figured it would be best to walk away. “Hey Lloyd? Can you look at my hands? Rip wasn’t sure my docterin’ was good enough.”

“Of course lil’ bit. Here and take my seat. I’ll get the first aid kit.” He traded spots with her. He left to go to the bathroom and grab the kit.

Ryan watched as Colby leaned over and started gently taking off the medical tape Stella had put around her hands and fingers. She hissed as the tape caught some skin from her right middle and ring finger. They were the gnarliest.

“Damn girl, what did you do?”

“I was panicking trying to get Snoopy loose from barbed wire.” She laughed through the pain that emanated from her hand. “Didn’t know Rip had cutters.”

Colby whistled. “You sure know how to have a good time don’t you?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it, sure.” She chuckled stiffly. Lloyd came out of the bathroom hallway and came back to the table.

“My god, Stella.” Her eyes widened because it was rare that Lloyd used her actual name.

“I know it looks bad, but once I get it washed off it’ll be better.” She stood and made her way to the bathroom sink.

“Why’re you going there?”

“I’m not gonna have my blood in the sink we all use for food and dishes. That’s gross.” There were certain lines she wouldn’t cross. That was one of them.

Looking in the mirror, she could tell the day had been rough. The past few days had been rough. Hell, the whole last week had been. She turned on the water and examined her face while she waited for it to get warm. The dark circles on her face carved a wide path underneath her eyes. It looked like she’d been punched.

Stella flicked a finger in the water to test the temperature. It was warm enough so she grabbed the soap and gently scrubbed her hands. It started stinging and she grit her teeth. She washed the last of the soap and blood off and looked around for a towel. She found a wash rag and figured it would do.

She walked back out to the leader of the pack and held out her hands. “Okay so it’s still not great, but I don’t need stitches. So that’s a plus.”

“Sit.” Lloyd pointed to the chair. “Colby get up.” Everyone but her brother quickly skirted to their respective spaces.

“Ryan, you get her other hand.”

Stella laid her left arm out for her brother. The cut across her left palm wasn’t as bad as the ones on her fingers on the other hand. Both men got to work. Neither of them talked to her in their concentration. Looking around the room she looked at Jimmy. As they locked eyes she winced at a particularly tender part of her fingers.

Jimmy meandered over and took a seat across from her. “Need a distraction?”

“Probably. You got anything good to talk about?”

“So,” Jimmy tapped the table trying to come up with something. “Snoopy is doing good. He was still a little spooky when I checked on him.”

“He’ll settle out over the next day or so.” She smirked. “Also look at you using me and Kayce’s lingo!”

“You might have rubbed off on me.”

She looked at her brother. “I told you I could get through to him.”

Ryan looked up at her under his eyebrows with a scowl.

“What?” She made a face at her brother.

He looked at her hands and back at her. Stella instantly knew he was pissed she tore her them up. More so that she got hurt in general. Her shoulders dropped when she realized. She felt Lloyd wrapping the last one of her fingers and Ryan let go of her hand as he finished. Jimmy watched the whole silent conversation in awe.

“None of it was intentional, Ry.”

“I told you to be careful, and you said never before you left.”

Stella grabbed his hand. “I was joking when I said that. Out of everyone here, well except maybe Jimmy, I’m probably the most cautious. I panicked because Rip was considering shooting Snoopy so when he caught his breath he didn’t drag the officer all to hell.” She let go of his hand and put hers on her chest. “A horse I helped train with Lee and Kayce. I couldn’t let him do it. I didn’t know he had cutters, otherwise I would have used them first instead of trying to untangle him with my bare hands.”

The vibe in the room shifted. The mention of Lee sobered everyone up really quick.

“Snoopy is one of the things I have to keep him alive. He’s proof that I learned something and made a friend while I was at it.”

Ryan sat back in his chair with a sigh. “We’ve gotta work on your self preservation, but I understand why you did it.”

“We’ll get somewhere one day. I gotta go find Rip. See what he wants me to do.” Stella stood and walked over to Jimmy. She squeezed his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of Snoopy for me.”

She came up to the lodge pleased to see that the lights were still on. Her hand raised and she thumped the door a couple times and stood back. A couple coyotes could be heard way off in the distance. They were far enough away that Stella didn’t worry. And if they suddenly came up on her she would just barge into Rip’s house and apologize later. She was sure that he didn’t lock the door. Knocking was just out of respect and common courtesy.

The door opened, Rip looking irritated as ever. “Woah there grumpy Gus. It’s just me.” Stella snorted. When he realized who was at his door, his face softened.

“Everything alright?” He asked, looking like he was preparing for more headache.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine. I just wanted to see what you wanted me to do.”

Rip’s eyebrows dropped. “Meaning?”

Her face scrunched up in question. “Meaning should I stay at the ranch tonight to go in the morning, or?”

“Oh yeah you probably should stay. I know John said you weren’t going, but I’m sure he’ll want you there.” He stood back and waved her into the house. “You left your stuff here during your great escape this morning. I put it on the table.”

Stella stepped into the lodge and spotted her orange book bag and key lanyard sitting where Rip said it would be. She gripped it up and swung the strap over her shoulder.

“You can stay here again if you want?” Rip offered.

Stella laughed, turning around to head back out the door. “I’ll let you have some peace before tomorrow morning. Plus I have a couple extra things at the bunkhouse.” Remembering she had been banned she stopped and spun back to him. His eyebrows were raised. She scratched her head and looked down. “I mean if that’s okay.”

Rip was quiet. The silence made Stella rock back and forth on her feet. Monica called it the “mom rock”. He sighed and shook his head. “Okay I’ll let it slide tonight. Once this situation is taken care of, no bunkhouse still, but you can hang around.”

“Eeee,” Stella squealed and ran over to him. She jumped just high enough to be able to grab his shoulders and hug him tight. He hugged her back holding most of her weight, allowing her feet to swing back and forth. She dropped down and backed up. “Thank you. I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”

“You better be,” he swatted at her shoulder as she turned around to leave. He called out to her as she left. “I’ll come get you in the mornin’!”

A faint, “okay,” floated back through the door. He smirked to himself and shook his head at the soft spot he had for her.

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songs of the isle pt. 1

*The scene opens with a young man with strawberry blonde medium slicked back hair dressed in brown work boots, black jeans and a shirt that has 1958 Dracula graphic on it.

He has a large black backpack on, and he is walking through the dense forest in the night, He comes to a sudden stop as a load howl comes from behind him. He freezes only turning his head to face where the sound came from then his frozen state broken now by his hands shaking when finally seeing a large silhouette in the dark.

As the silhouette moves, its form becomes clear showing a creature on all fours before becoming a blur in the night again, but the noises of its movements only gets louder and faster. The boy’s face changes growing hair and more across his body all while his body starts expanding becoming bigger more muscular and his nails growing, and his feet break out of his boots.

The boy takes a large breath then breaks into a sprint, his feet barely touching the ground he is running faster and faster downhill the howls getting closer and spreading as more join the first silhouette closing in on the boy.

The clattering of jaws gets louder and louder as the boy’s legs push and pull harder trying not to fall, praying, pleading with any force natural or unnatural that somehow, he gets away.

Then the life returns to his face as he sees a lake with only one boat in the water like somehow a higher being knew he would need it, or some kid forgot to put it away but it that moment he only sees hope.

He runs feeling the wood of the dock under his feet while hearing the claws of his attackers digging into the wood behind him, he uses his nails to cut the rope connecting his salvation to the land and jumps high the looking like an inverted Icarus with the moon replacing the sun and his will to live his wings.

As he lands onto the boat, it gets pushed far by the force of his jump and one of his pursuer’s heads hitting and breaking a piece of the boat, he looks out toward the dock seeing the angered beasts of his past fade away with each passing*

1 year later 23/01/22

*The scene opens back up with a young person sleeping on a bench on the top floor of a Ferry, the young person has purple straight shoulder length hair and light hazel eyes. They have a blue and pink tie dye hoodie, black jogging trousers and green leather boots*

PA system: we will be docking at the Douglas harbour in proximately 15 minutes.

*The young person shoots up and sits for a couple of seconds before lying back down onto the bench then the scene cuts to the man walking off the ferry and as he gets further into the harbour. He starts to look around while standing in one place till he stops moving his head when he sees an old man with small round glasses.

He is standing next to a 2004 ford ranger dark green; he has white thinning hair and a thick beard he is dressed in a thick green waterproof trench coat, white dress shirt, dark red cardigan, khaki brown trousers, black dress shoes. As the young man gets closer, the older man walks toward him and when they meet in the middle, they hug then they both get into the car. *

Old man: ahh so how has everything been with my granddaughter.

Young man: Grandson papa, grandson

Old man: sorry still getting used to that.

*The car becomes awkward as they start driving*

Old man: sorry for not being better at this, just not something I have had to deal with before and that’s rare for someone my age (chuckles)

*They both have a slightly less awkward laugh*

Young person: I have been using Vick recently, I really like it

Papa: mmmmh, I like it

*They both smile together*

*The scene cuts out as the car drives away from our view and the scene comes back to the car parking into the driveway of a large 1930s white with black stripes house Vick and his Papa get out of the car*

Vick: I thought you guys were well off before but damn, this is nice.

Papa: Well, your Great grandfather build it

Vick: come on that’s not fair I just left school, up till now I have so much work, exams, and homework that I have just been too busy.

Papa: I know I was just teasing you

*They go inside the house together and go up the stairs to the second floor*

Vick: so, which is my room, Papa?

Papa: well, I have got a surprise for you

*Papa walks a bit further down the hallway then reaches up and grabs a string that is handing from the ceiling and pulls down a ladder*

Vick: don’t mess with me right now, Papa

Papa: you will see if you stop standing around and see your new room

*They both head up the ladder one at a time to show a large opened up room in the attic with a bed and empty bookshelves with nothing more than that*

Papa: so, what do you think, I know it’s a bit empty but we thought you would like the opportunity to put your own spin on the place

*Vick hugs his Papa*

Vick: its perfect, thank you.

#comics #webcomic #script #mythology and folklore #horror #original character #lgbtqia #gay #songs of the isle

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dxxxth · 1 year ago

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The knocking and strange noises didn't stop; if anything, we started to notice them more and more. It became a nightly occurrence, and it was hard to ignore the sounds in our own house past midnight—sometimes thinking someone had broken in or that we had a squatter phrogging (that weird phenomenon where someone lives in your home without you knowing).

We jokingly chalked it up to living in a haunted house, though my one cousin always brushed it off as the neighbor making banging sounds. That is until one day, nobody was home, and he himself heard what he described as tap shoes running across the kitchen tile. When we got home that day, he was on the porch. We asked why, and he wouldn't say until later that day when we heard the basement door close while all three of us were watching YouTube in the living room.

Sitting down to watch "Soul Plane," out of nowhere, we heard what sounded like one of the stools at the bar sliding across the floor. All three of us slowly questioned our sanity. "Did you hear that, guys?" Jokingly, I responded, "What, the neighbors?" Sarcasm ran high in our family. If there was ever a funny time to gaslight each other, we would achieve just that.

"Hah," he sighed. "Yeah, the neighbors… who are in our kitchen cooking up themselves a dinner platter." We all laughed because these incidents had become so frequent that we weren't too bothered by the noises and cracked jokes about them. That is, until we were finishing off the movie and out of nowhere heard a loud pop coming from the bay window.

All three of us jumped, wondering what the noise was—did something fall again? I moved the curtain aside to see if something had fallen or been blown over and saw nothing. "Nothing is here," I turned around and said. When I looked at my cousins, they were in utter shock, pointing towards the window.

I slowly turned around, and when I looked up at the window, I realized the entire bay view window was completely shattered. At this point, we just sat back down and didn't say anything until the movie was over. Though none of us said a word, I felt the tension building in the room. We all had something to say, just didn't know if it was worth saying.

The movie stopped, and I pointed towards the back door. We all went outside, releasing a large amount of air from our lungs as if we were holding it in since we first grew shocked over the shattered window. "What the hell was that?" my cousin said. "How did the window shatter? Let's walk around and see it from the front."

We walked around and got closer to the window. There was no initial impact—the whole glass was equally shattered, just waiting for a piece to move before falling inward. "How?" I remember saying. "There is no way for glass to just randomly crack, is there?"

"Not that I know of," my cousin replied. "I've never seen a window just shatter on its own." "Me either," I said. "Well, something has to be the cause."

It wasn't until months later, after fixing the window and dealing with random sounds and noises, that we found exactly what we had been looking for that entire time. After winter moved along and spring was here, it was time to cut the yard.

My cousin was weed-whacking the front yard when he stumbled upon a coin. He picked it up, put it in his pocket, and later held it up to show us what he thought was "pirate treasure" in our yard. When I got off work, I remember going upstairs to smoke and turn on my Xbox.

The munchies hit me, so it was time to raid the fridge when we stumbled into each other. I told him the yard looked like a million bucks, which triggered his memory of this coin he found in the yard. "The yard might look like a million bucks, but this might cost a million bucks," he said, pulling out and showing me a Hobo nickel just like the one I found in the hallway.

I remember laughing and saying, "Yeah, if that's worth a million bucks, then we both would be millionaires." My cousin went silent as I started to run upstairs to grab the nickel out of my wallet.

I went into my room, pulled open the drawer, and reached for my little Velcro zipper wallet. As I was coming down the stairs, I started to realize that the coin I had once found in the hallway was no longer there and questioned him.

"Where did you get that coin?" I asked. He laughed and said he found it while cutting the yard. For a couple of minutes, I didn't believe him. I was convinced he had gone into my room and stolen it from my wallet. "I asked again, 'Where exactly did you find it?'" He said it wasn't mine, "Follow me; I'll show you."

He took me outside where we found a crater in the dirt the same size as the nickel, verifying he did indeed find it outside. But I was unsure as to where my nickel went. So I grabbed it and realized, "This was my coin."

In confusion, I started to ignite my inner Jimmy Neutron and brain-blast some answers. This crater outside was in front of the window that shattered months ago. I never really looked for the coin around that time; I just left it in my room. If I had kept checking on it, would it have been in my wallet? Also, how did it get out of my wallet into the front yard?

Then I remembered… the window shattering… the coin appearing out of thin air. This must have been what hit the window, shattering it that time we were watching the movie. I went to hand him his coin back, explaining that it was the coin I once found in the house and it must be the coin that shattered the window, which then triggered him to drop it on the ground.

I leaned over to pick it up as he reached his hand out to block me and said, "DON'T-" I said, "What? It's just a coin." He replied, "There is something up with that coin, just leave it there."

"Fine," I said, "I'll leave it here… but tell your brother not to pick it up either." "Okay," he said, and we walked back into the house, leaving the coin on the ground…

#haunting #haunted #haunted house #ghostcore #ghost stories #ghost #my story #what is going on #what is happening #coins #old coins

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purposefully-lost · 2 years ago

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The shelter was alive with noise. He heard it from the moment he opened the door; endless barks and howls accented by the sound of claws scratching against the kennel walls or scrabbling across a concrete floor. The receptionist was a bored middle-aged woman who hadn't paid him any mind as he passed through the lobby and pushed through the door that led to the dog kennels.

The volume of the noise immediately jumped in level. Alex grimaced, shoving his hands in his pockets as he started an uncomfortable walk down the aisle, passing by sweet old faces or whining puppies or sad-eyed things hiding in the back corners of their cells. If he'd been here just to adopt any old dog, he would've found it hard to choose, but he'd come here with one girl in mind. Part of him worried he wouldn't find her. This was the second shelter he'd tried and the only other in the area. Either Baby was here, or they'd gone through the trouble to take her even further out, or... he didn't want to imagine the other possibilities. He knew good and well that she could've gotten aggressive when the cops came to take her daddy away, and he wouldn't have been too shocked if someone told him she'd been euthanized for a bad bite or two. It still broke his heart, and he still tried to find her first. There was something like hope sparked in his chest when he heard a familiar baying from further down the line.

There was no guarantee it was her- but the moment he stepped into view, relief washed over him. Tension bled from his shoulders as he met the gaze of a droopy-eyed bloodhound. Baby's tail started to wag as hard as he'd ever seen it, and she let out another bay, this one happier, closer to the way she sounded when she sang for treats. For the first time in a few days, Alex laughed, and he stepped closer to the door to meet her. "Hey, babygirl," he started, reaching out to push his fingers through the bars enough to scratch at her muzzle, but then there was a yell from somewhere behind him.

"Hey- stop! Jesus, man, don't put your hand in the cage!"

Alex stopped, but he didn't pull any further away from her. He knew the man was just doing his job, but he wasn't leaving here without Baby. She was the only thing Rabbit had cared about. Poor girl was used to wide open spaces, endless privacy and no lack of things to smell or hunt. She'd rot in here as badly as Rabbit would in prison.

His heart squeezed. He inched a little closer to the kennel door. "Sorry. She looked fine."

"No, dude." The worker had finally reached him at a jog, his eyes wide as he looked between Baby and Alex. In a blink, the dog had tensed up again, a meaner look in her eyes than anything Alex had ever seen. "Didn't you see the sign? She bites."

He hadn't paid any attention to the paperwork zip-tied to the bars of her cage. They'd renamed her Honey, and the sign next to her new name listed off a few of her least favorable qualities; couldn't be in a home with small children or other pets, has yet to be house-trained. Alex furrowed his brows at that one. Baby was perfectly well house-trained. She was perfectly trained, period. She let out a soft warning growl as the worker tried to inch closer to where Alex stood, almost as if to force him to put some distance between himself and the dog. He glanced down at her, chewing on his cheek. "Down, girl," he said softly.

She didn't back off. Well, she'd always been stubborn, and she'd never listened to him quite as well as she'd listened to Rabbit. "Baby," he said carefully, "down," and she finally did take a step back from the kennel door and lose some of her tension. The worker seemed perplexed. Alex, relieved, turned to him. "I wanna take her."

"I- I don't know," the man said. He took a small step back. "She came from.. she's from a bad home. Doesn't really respond to anyone. She bit the guy who caught her."

Probably because they'd also been dragging Rabbit away. Alex frowned at him. "Just let me meet her, at least?"

He still hesitated, but finally he nodded. Alex figured he might just be happy to get the dog taken off their hands.

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Baby stayed glued to his side, sporting a new pretty red collar and a matching leash, as he signed the paperwork and handed over the adoption fee. She was wary and nervous and clearly didn't have any fondness for anyone else in the room, but she listened to him, at least. He thanked the woman at the reception desk and walled out.

They stopped only once he'd gotten to his car and pulled open the back door for her. She got in obediently enough and Alex stared down at her for a long moment, meeting sweet brown eyes. He reached down only to scratch her head, then found himself stooping to pull her into a tight hug. The good girl that she was, she complied.

"Missed you, girl," he told her, leaving a kiss against her muzzle before he pulled back. She nosed at him for more pets and he laughed quietly. "We're gonna find a way to tell your daddy that you're okay, alright?"

He'd been coming around long enough that she knew who that word referred to. The poor dog whined and seemed to perk up, like she was looking for him. Alex sighed and gave her one more kiss. "I know," he said quietly. "Me too."

#hunted // rabbit #alex prescott #drabble #😔❤️❤️❤️❤️

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thebigshotman · 8 months ago

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(As if the current timeline angst wasn’t enough, have this drabble about Spam’s hatred of mirrors lol. With blessings from @hxzelwallflower to use Eileen’s house as the location)

This was embarrassing, having to grab a step stool in order to see himself in Eileen’s mirror. Back when he had a full five feet of height, all he would’ve had to do was just walk in, comb his hair, and walk out. Did Mike have to ridicule him by taking his height away, too?!

He planned on trying to shower while she was away at work for the day, something he hadn’t done in decades. He wanted to surprise her, and maybe himself, too.

Step stool placed, he put his hands on his hips with a bright smile and AIM noise. One foot followed the other as he walked up both steps, marching upwards and turning his face to see—

Oh.

Spamton had never properly looked at himself since a few days before he was evicted from Queen’s mansion. In those days, the only unusual parts of him were cheek blush and hardening skin…signs of his transformation, in hindsight. In the years since, he’d only had cracked mirrors and glass shards to look into.

He never saw just how ugly he looked until now. How uncanny and broken. How much of an unflattering impression of his big shot days he had been turned into.

The marbles in his glasses blinked, once, and then twice, as his smile faded into more of a frown. Ball joined hands tugged at his cheeks and jaw as he truly saw for the first time how wide and unnatural it looked. From there, he held those same hands up towards the mirror, viewing up close all of the little crevices and dents in them. He didn’t dare pull down his jacket to see an adams apple that wasn’t there.

He leaned in closer, balancing himself by putting his hands on the counter. Glitching as he did so—heavens, it only made him more embarrassed to see the pixels flickering off of his skin, as if the fact that he was a mess needed to be hammered in more forcefully. A piece of his cheek blush that had separated clean from his face from his pulling rejoined it. And then, with the attitude of someone working up the courage to pull off a bandaid, he whipped off his Dealmakers.

He flinched, glitching more harshly. He knew his eyes weren’t as expressive as his fellow Addisons anymore, but they really did look like decorative dots that just happened to blink. His glasses dropped into the sink in what could only be described as shock—he knew he looked terrible, but he didn’t think he was this terrible. He didn’t need to tug at his fake hair or mutter any sentences that were only half his own to be sure of that.

His other hand raised upwards as a fist to pound the counter. Again, and again, and again. Forming new dents in both his hand and the sink.

*HAE…HAE…HAEHAHEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAE

And he laughed and laughed, his voice growing louder and louder until it peaked. He was a mess. A broken mess. He knew for a fact that Eileen had to love him on the inside, because what could she see on the outside that was anything more than a failure?

The laugh started to repeat in certain places, until it became much more like a stutter. He froze mid-slam, the laugh hard-cutting into the sound of a dialtone as autonomy ceased and he fell onto the floor. A sprawled out, forcefully grinning mess.

Spamton awoke an uncertain amount of time later to the hardened bathroom floor, blinking slowly as he remembered where he was. Woozy, with half of his body dangling behind him, he ascended the steps again to fetch his Dealmakers. Marbles formed in them once again as he adjusted them, sparring one last glance at himself in the mirror.

Broken.

He shook his head with a frown, leaping off the steps back onto the ground. Forget cleaning his entire body, he was just going to do laundry.

His clothes were just doll fabric, after all. Another messed up part of himself. He was fairly certain they wouldn’t shrink.

In the future, he would steer clear of mirrors. He didn’t need to look himself in the face to know how bad he was.

#(evidence number infinity of him hating his puppet body)#(you know when he’s been turned back into an Addison when he’s suddenly cool with mirrors again)#ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #I HAVE JUST. THE THING. YOU NEED-drabbles

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roosterforme · 3 years ago

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Is It Working For You? Part 4 | Rooster x Reader

Welcome back! Just making sure you didn't miss anything Masterlist

Summary: Back at the Hard Deck, Bradley shows off his talents. So what if you're a little jealous, you can handle it, right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter, getting more into 18+

Length: 3600

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

"Let me get this straight, you don't want to go out with him, but you want to go to the Hard Deck tonight to see if he's there?" Maria asked you as you shared a takeout dinner in your tiny apartment.

"Yes. Why doesn't that make sense to you?"

"Because it's ridiculous."

"So are you coming with me?" You whined, "Please, please, please. I'll look stupid if I go by myself, and Cam has a date with that guy who works for the financial planner."

Exasperated, Maria tilted her head back and reluctantly agreed. "Fine, but all my drinks go on your tab. And you're not allowed to embarrass me."

And that's how you found yourselves crammed into the Hard Deck at 9:30 on Saturday night. You hadn't realized until you got there that an aircraft carrier had arrived into port earlier that evening, and the place was swarming with crew members and their families.

"Holy shit, we'll never get all the way up to the bar to get a drink at this rate!" Maria complained. "Start throwing elbows."

"Sure," you muttered, head on a swivel, looking for Rooster. Maria just kept nudging you closer and closer to the bar where Penny and Jimmy were looking really frazzled. You and she ended up leaving with four beers and four tequila shots, afraid it might be awhile before you made it back for more.

"There's an empty spot on that ledge!" Maria yelled, and you prayed you could make it that far without wearing any of the tequila. Of course said ledge had a perfect view of the dartboard and Rooster, who had seemingly just arrived for the night.

You weren't sure if he had seen you yet. Then it struck you that he was perhaps going to keep avoiding you. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought. Since he had his back turned your way, you took the opportunity to take inventory. Wild Hawaiian shirt? Check. Very touchable curly hair? Check. Jeans that were maybe slightly too tight but did lovely things for his butt? Double check.

"Why can't I meet a nice civilian who has a butt that tight?" you moaned into the beer that Maria handed you. And it wasn't even the beer you usually drank, the same one Bradley preferred as well. It was a weird pilsner and you didn't even really want it.

"You are so transparent in your lust for him, poor Rooster probably can't figure out what he did wrong with you," Maria said as she worked on her own bottle of beer. "I maintain that you deserve to be ignored. And, yes, I know you have your reasons, but you always jump to conclusions. Even Kyle was fun until he wasn't, right? It's never all bad. You never know, you could have a long and happy life with Bradley. A house in the country, some kids, maybe eventually grandkids. He would mow the lawn shirtless, you would bake him pies. A real love story."

You snorted. "Jesus, you sound like my mom."

"Yikes, time for shots then!" You each downed two shots in a row, and it wasn't too long until you started chatting with a friendly sailor and his wife who were next to you at the ledge. You actually managed to lose track of time for a while before checking to see where Bradley had gone.

Over all the noise, you noticed that someone had turned off or unplugged the jukebox. Then you heard the tinkling of piano keys as someone seemed to be warming up to play the old upright piano on the other side of the bar, but there were too many people packed inside for you to see who it was.

That's when you recognized the opening notes to the song. Whoever it was at the piano was playing "Roses" by OutKast. "What the hell?" you whispered, grabbing Maria by the front of her shirt and shaking her. "Can you see who's playing the piano?"

She pulled your hand away and glared at you. Since she had a good couple inches on your height, you hoped she'd be able to see further than you could. "Okay, just chill out! Oh, it's him. It's Rooster."

Not that you really needed the confirmation.

He played through the piano intro of the song a few times as you immediately abandoned Maria and trekked through the crowd with your second beer. By the time you got close enough to actually see him, he was stretching his arms wide before pounding out something else altogether.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain...

Oh Lord, was that his singing voice?

Too much love drives a man insane...

It was raspy perfection. Like bourbon with a sugary bite to it.

You broke my will, but what a thrill...

The other aviators began to crowd around the piano as you inched a bit closer.

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

Rooster had half the bar chanting along to the last line. Then everyone went completely wild, and you gaped at him as he played, clearly in his element as he entertained everyone. His aviator sunglasses were pushed down slightly lower on his nose and he winked at Phoenix, Bob and the others over the frames. His huge hands absolutely flew over the keys with that same elegant movement you'd already gotten used to from him.

As he finished the final notes at full volume, you caught his eye and a genuine smile crossed his face. You joined everyone in applauding him, even bouncing on your toes a bit in your excitement.

You wanted him. So. Badly. Your vision was a little bit all over the place, presumably from the tequila or the lust or both. You wondered if it was too late to get him to take you to that place in Del Mar after all. As you waffled back and forth, trying to decide the safest bet here, you noticed not one but two girls approach him where he was standing next to the piano. The jukebox screeched back to life just as your brain screeched to a full stop.

The girl on the right looked a bit like you, something that was very upsetting for your mind to process. And the other one, well she had her hand on his arm. And both of them were wearing clothing that looked like it was painted on. You glanced down at your boat shoes, ripped jeans and plain cotton tee. When you looked back up, Bradley was saying something that had both girls hooting with laughter.

Oh, you wanted to throw up. In fact, you thought you might.

"Hey, everything okay?" It was Phoenix, cautiously sidling up next to you. You realized you had been standing stricken, motionlessly clutching your beer bottle at chest height for who the hell knew how long.

Apparently you had a front row ticket to a riveting show called 'You Are Insanely Jealous And You Deserve Every Minute Of This', because not even fifteen feet away, Bradley was smiling at both girls.

"No, everything is bad. Very bad," you told Phoenix. "I am so dumb. God, I'm just terrible at this." Yet you were still unable to move.

"Look, I know he likes you. And honestly, he gets a ton of attention from the locals. This is really typical. It doesn't mean anything."

You turned to look at Phoenix, agony clearly written on your face. "He gets a ton of attention from them?"

"I mean, yeah, all the guys do. And Bradley's obviously pretty easy to look at. And he's nice to everyone, well except Bagman. But I think he would really rather have some attention from you, if I'm being honest here."

Your heart pounded harder as Maria came creeping through the crowds to your other side. "There you are! I couldn't find you, and then I ended up getting us some more shots while I was looking for you." She handed you a double shot of tequila and you downed it immediately, wiping your lips with the backs of your fingers.

And then one of the girls had Bradley's phone in her hand, and it looked like she was about to type in her phone number.

"Fuuuuck," you moaned as you handed your empty shot glass and beer bottle to Phoenix on your way to the piano.

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Bradley's eyes stalked your every movement as you approached him. He had watched you knock back a shot and was a little nervous that meant you'd be leaving the bar for the night. Now it was like you were moving in slow motion for him. He noticed every toss of your hair and how your tongue peeked out of the corner of your mouth as you walked. The way your tight tee shirt pulled across your chest as you tossed your shoulders back in determination was almost his undoing. You looked just like you had last Saturday night when you spun around on your barstool, ready to put him in his place.

Then suddenly you were a foot in front of him, and he didn't know what to say. He had almost forgotten he had Libby and Charlotte attached to his arms. Or was it Lindsey and Scarlett? He had no idea.

"Hi," you told him in the steadiest voice you could manage.

"Hey, Y/N," Bradley replied, and to his shock he watched you pull his phone out of Libby's grasp and slap it against his chest, never once taking your eyes off his. Then you let your fingers trail down along every single button on the front of his shirt before clasping your hands in front of yourself.

"You can play piano," you told him, as if he was unaware of that particular talent he possessed.

"Yes, I can."

"You didn't play last weekend."

"No. I was too busy talking to you," he said in a matter of fact voice that had you biting your lip for a second.

"You played 'Roses'," you told him quietly.

Bradley nodded slowly as he tucked his phone back into his jeans pocket. "I did."

"Why?"

As he hiked his hands up onto his hips, he realized the other girls had vanished and he was more or less alone with you. "Why do you think?"

You shrugged dramatically. "I don't know, Rooster, probably to torture me?"

A startled laugh escaped him. "You think you're the one being tortured here? That's pretty funny. No, Y/N, I played it because I know you like it. And it's been stuck in my head since yesterday."

"It's been stuck in your head?" you asked, seemingly unsure of what else to say.

Bradley yanked his sunglasses off and let them hang from the top of his shirt. "Yeah, of course it has. It's been playing on repeat in my brain. I also can't stop thinking about that weird green hot sauce in the cafeteria that you like. Or how your car is the shittiest thing I've seen in a long time."

You looked down and fumbled with the hem of your shirt, but you were finally smiling. "It has character," you insisted.

"Sweetheart, please look at me," he muttered, and your eyes instantly snapped up again, pupils blown wide. "You're sending me some serious mixed signals here. I don't know what you want me to do. If you want me to stay away from you, just say so."

"I don't want that."

He sighed deeply. "You want to be just friends?" He watched you shrug in the most noncommittal way. "Because friends don't pull the kind of shit that you just did. You told me not to ask you out, then you sent those two girls packing. What's your deal?"

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You stood before him, speechless. He was not going to let you off the hook easily. You swallowed down the awful feeling in your stomach. Wasn't honesty the best policy? You were so drunk, you weren't sure anymore. "What's my deal? I was incredibly jealous. That's my deal."

You watched Bradley's face for any sign of reaction, but he gave nothing away.

"Why were you jealous?"

"Isn't it obvious?" you muttered, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. Your head was spinning wildly, and you needed to tell Maria that there was no way you'd be able to walk back to your apartment tonight.

"No, Y/N. It is not obvious."

Time to face the music. "Because I like you, that's why. And I'm wildly attracted to you. Jesus, Bradley, how could I not be?"

Bradley shook his head, and it was making you dizzier just watching him. "So many fucking mixed signals," he said under his breath as you took a stumbling step backward. "Are you okay?"

"I think I drank too much," you managed as you tried to take your phone out of your pocket to text Maria. "I don't know where Maria went, but we came here together. I feel awful."

Bradley took you gently by the elbow, and spun you halfway around so you were facing away from him. "She's right over there," he told you, and you tried to look to where he was pointing, his forearm resting on your shoulder. Your head was swimming. "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked, and his sweet, raspy voice in your ear calmed you down.

"Maria and I can get a Lyft," you told him as you leaned back against his chest. This felt so nice, you wanted to curl up into him and fall asleep. Bradley's hand slid down the side of your shoulder, anchoring you to him while he rubbed you gently through your sleeve.

"Is she your roommate?" he asked, his voice rumbling through his chest and soothing your back.

"Mmhmm, she is."

"I'll drive you both home," he said, wrapping his other arm around your waist and leading you toward Maria on the way to the exit.

"Haven't you been drinking?" you asked as you tried to walk as normal as you could.

"Not a single drink tonight."

"Why not?" you asked with a yawn, desperate to keep him talking. You'd missed his voice over the last few days.

"Because I drank most of a bottle of scotch last night after work in hopes I would be able to fall asleep. I thought my liver deserved a night off."

You didn't remember much more after that, other than Maria taking your hand as you felt the cool night air hit your face. And as Bradley buckled you into his front seat, he whispered, "Please don't barf in my Bronco, Sweetheart," next to your cheek.

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You jolted awake in your bed and sat up quickly. It was sunny in your bedroom and your mouth tasted terrible. "Oh my God, did I throw up in his Bronco?" you croaked to your bedroom walls. Desperate to know what time it was, you gently rolled across your bed to where your phone was charging on the nightstand next to your glasses. Your head was on the verge of imploding, you were certain of that. How much did you drink last night?

You gingerly slid your glasses onto your nose. It was almost 10:00 on Sunday morning, and all of the other details of the previous evening came slowly flooding back to you. Bradley had played the piano for you. Well, he had played for everyone at the Hard Deck, but in some way, you were certain it had been just for you. And he had been sweet enough to drive you and Maria home, even though you were kind of an ass to him.

You suddenly started laughing and had to grip your head to make the throbbing stop. Had you really taken Bradley's phone away from that girl? You did remember slapping him in the chest with it, too. Add that to the list of things you would never do sober.

You had handled the situation like you owned him. And he let you do it. Bradley let you send those girls away without another look in their direction. His attention had firmly been on you. Just you.

A gentle tapping on your door sent your hungover head into a frenzy. "Yeah?" you croaked and a second later Maria's head poked inside. The smell of breakfast cooking made your stomach churn with hunger and something else unpleasant.

"Wow, you look terrible."

"I feel worse," you managed. "How much did I drink?"

"Well, I don't think it was necessarily the quantity so much as the tequila itself. Come on, I made you waffles. You'll feel better after you eat."

After you had two full waffles, some fruit and a lot of coffee in your stomach, you were able to converse like a human.

"Bradley drove us home, and I can barely even remember it. Was he nice to you? Was his car messy? Was he a good driver? Did he use turn signals?"

"Of course, no, pretty good, and yes. Also you'd probably like to know that he carried you inside from his car."

Your eyes went wide. "No!"

Maria nodded as she blew on her mug of coffee. "Yeah, he did. You fell asleep, and he insisted on letting you doze, so he scooped you up like a little baby and carried you to the couch."

"He carried me up three flights of stairs?"

An impressed look settled on Maria's face. "Yes, and let me tell you, your boy wasn't even slightly winded. He looked like he would have happily carried you to Texas if you had told him you wanted to eat BBQ for a midnight snack."

You groaned loudly, a combination of embarrassment over being carried by Bradley and sadness over not being able to remember it.

"Then after he left," Maria continued, "I managed to coax you into the bathroom to get you ready for bed. It was not easy to change you into pajamas or get you to take your contacts out while you fought with me, so you probably owe me lunch. Tequila makes you... difficult. And I've gotta ask, what are you going to do about your Rooster problem? Because if I saw things correctly from the bar, he ditched not one but two other girls as soon as you demanded his attention."

Indeed. What were you going to do about your Rooster problem?

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The glimmer of hope that filled Bradley on Saturday night carried him all the way through Sunday. He ran almost seven miles before he noticed any fatigue, and then he lifted weights for an hour. He felt so good, he even went grocery shopping and stocked the small refrigerator in his barracks room.

You had staked your claim on him. At least it felt that way. You had said you were jealous, and you put your hands on him. And then you snuggled against him, and it had taken every ounce of his self control to keep his lips off your perfect neck. Because now he had a new problem; you had done all of that after you had been drinking.

Bradley needed to get you to talk to him, but he needed to make sure the timing was right. No alcohol, nobody else around, and no bullshit.

Monday did not prove to be the opportune time for that conversation. The entire day was truly a mess. Bradley had blown up at Maverick in front of an entire room of people, the flight training was a mess, and the team was not getting along. You were also nowhere to be found. Bradley must have looked to where Lieutenant Wilson and Lieutenant Harvey were sitting one time too many, because during a break, they had mercy on him and informed him that you were meeting with your superior officers.

"Do you know what it's about?" Bradley asked them.

"I'm assuming it has something to do with the mission. Y/N is the lead comms tech, so she usually gets updated information first," Cam Harvey said. "She's working really hard to make sure you're as safe as possible. We all are."

"Appreciated," Bradley replied with a nod. But by the time he was showered and leaving for the day, he still hadn't seen you. As he rode the elevator down alone, his phone buzzed with a message from Mav.

Beach day tomorrow. Meet by the seaside cliffs at 9 am. Dress for fun.

"What the fuck?" Bradley muttered, wondering what the message possibly had to do with the mission.

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"I need you to implement this into the plan today. I don't know how many more weeks of training we have available before you all get hauled out to that carrier, so this needs to be perfect," Commander Bickel told you as you furiously entered code into the navigation simulation program for the F/A-18 Super Hornets. You had been holed up with him in his office all day. Every tiny bit of new information that was collected needed to be taken into consideration. The mission was too important to miss something and regret it later. Apparently the hillside slopes around the SAMs had initially been miscalculated, and you were currently updating them with satellite imaging.

The fact that Rooster could be there in person made you strive for perfection. Plus, you actually liked your boss. He was fair and friendly and you respected each other.

'Yes, sir. I'll take care of it."

You worked late into the evening before you were dismissed, but on the way out Bickel told you, "You've been invited to a beach day tomorrow, courtesy of Captain Mitchell. Harvey and Wilson, too."

"Sir?"

"Take the day off tomorrow and enjoy yourself."

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Living with Regret

Billy x f! reader

Warning: Angst, cursing, death, mentions of sex, killing, blood

word count: 7,247

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From the view of an outsider, they wouldn’t think much of Billy’s driving. They may think that everything’s fine, but if they were to take a look inside they’d see the truth. Billy leaned back on the seat with his shoulders tense as he gripped the steering wheel with so much force that he could end up tearing it apart. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was trying his best to control his anger.

You sat on the passenger seat, arms crossed and looking straight ahead with a scowl. All you wanted was to go home and forget about tonight. Yet, Billy seems to want you to have this memory fully engraved in your memory as he lost his temper and began to yell.

“I just don’t understand why the hell you were flirting with him.” He raised one arm and slammed it back down on the steering wheel.

You attempted to keep your cool even though in your past arguments you’ve had with Billy the both of you end up having a screaming match. Which gradually results in you crying from anger and exasperation.

“For the last time Billy, I wasn’t flirting with him. He is dating my cousin and just wanted to talk.” Your nails were digging in the palms of your hands. The only thing able to keep your feet grounded.

Your response didn’t help the situation because even if it was the truth. It made Billy feel dumb.

He let out a laugh while shaking his head. “I don't know why I put up with this.” He didn’t mean it but he didn’t want to lose this argument.

“Put up with what?” You asked, afraid of his response.

“With this, you. Us.” Billy regretted saying that as soon as the first word escaped his mouth but he let them out.

Your eyes were starting to tear up but you kept on looking forward. “Pull over.” Your voice was loud and clear.

Billy felt a tug at his heart. “What?” He asked, hoping he misheard you. He looked at you briefly before turning his attention back on the road.

“I said. Pull over!” Your voice was now louder.

Even if Billy didn’t want to, he still listened to you. He thought maybe you just needed a second for the both of you to calm down before continuing to drive. Yet he was proven wrong when you unfastened your seatbelt. Your right hand grabbed the handle and pushed the door open but didn’t step out.

“If you don’t know why you put up with this, then we should break up.” You stepped out of his car and shut the door, without thinking you started walking.

Billy stayed seated, begging his legs to get him out of the car and chase after you. Yet he didn’t, because even though he hated the outcome, he knew it was the best for you. He let out an angry breath and smacked the steering wheel with both hands. Putting the car in reverse and now driving in the opposite direction to his own house, he muttered a few curse words to himself. All he wanted was to go home and lay down, hoping that all this was just a nightmare. The same one he always dreaded of coming true.

You regretted not bringing a sweater with you to the party. Your house was about a 30 minute walk away but it was better than staying in the car with Billy. You kicked some rocks that crossed your path but stopped when you heard the rustling of leaves ahead of you. Even though it was windy, it sounded like someone was there. You stopped walking in order to hear better, not just that but you were prepared to run in the opposite direction in case someone came out of the shadows and went after you.

An animal-like noise was heard and a tail emerged from the bushes. You remember Claudia telling you she couldn’t find Mews and to keep an eye out for her.

“Mews?” You asked, hoping to see her jump out but nothing happened. Only more rustling was heard, you took cautious steps towards the noise. Since you still weren’t sure what it was.

As you got closer you didn’t see anything, making you even more confused. Sure you had a few drinks but you were sober enough to understand what was going on. Just as you were about to keep on walking something grabbed your ankle. It took you by surprise and you couldn’t do anything other than scream. Hoping that whatever or whoever it is, will let you go. Better yet, you hoped someone will drive by and help you.

No matter how hard you thrashed around, it held a tight grip on you. You were now on the floor, attempting to get away, your nails were filled with dirt as you tried to hold on to something. Yet nothing worked, the last thing you remembered was the pain you felt as something got inside your body.

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Billy couldn’t sleep, for once, he wanted to go to school. Not to learn, but to see you and hopefully win you back. He felt empty without you, making him regret the way he treated you. He’s not sure how many cigarettes he smoked, he just needed something to keep his anxiety at ease.

Max was surprised to see Billy awake this early, he sat on the couch in silence staring at the wall. As far as she knows, you and Billy only have small fights. Although, something tells her that’s not the case this time. She’s even scared to find out that he will go back to being an asshole to her and everyone around him.

“Billy, are you…okay?” She asked with hesitation.

She received no response, but noticed how his muscles tensed. Meaning that he heard her but wasn’t going to open up, not that she expected him to.

“Hurry up and finish eating, we’ll be late.” He stood up and walked out, leaving behind a very confused Max. It takes them about 10 minutes to get to school, and it was too early. There was definitely something up with you and Billy’s relationship. She didn’t have time to sit there and figure it out, she ate the rest of her breakfast and quickly walked out of the door. As she reached the Camaro and got in, her door wasn’t halfway closed when Billy started to drive.

Any other day she would’ve said something but not today. The drive was quieter than usual, there was no music coming out of the radio and no bickering from either step sibling.

Once they arrived at school, Max got out of the car, leaving Billy alone with his thoughts. He tried his best to relax against the seat but it was hard to do so. Especially because your presence was missing. You weren’t there to play with his hair or talk to him about your morning.

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Throughout the day, Billy didn’t see you. It wasn’t like you to miss school, he started to get worried. That was until he remembered that you have a low alcohol tendency, you most likely stayed home to recover from your hangover.

That day, his parents wouldn’t be home until nighttime. He decided to drop off Max and then go to your house. As much as he tried to lie to himself saying he was only doing this for you. He knew it was far from the truth but he had to convince himself that: it wasn’t because he still had feelings for you and wasn’t planning on giving you an earful. It’s simply because you have always been far too sensitive and he had to make sure you were fine.

When he got to your house the first thing he noticed was how empty the driveway looked with your car being the only one parked. He’s not sure how long he stayed there playing different scenarios in his head. He tried to get his legs to move but they didn’t, instead he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He didn’t realize how long he stayed there for until he noticed how dark the sky was. Meaning that it was late and he had to go home soon before Neil and Susan came back.

With an annoyed groan, he drove off back to his place. If only he would have gotten out of his car and walked up to your door would he have been able to see the new you.

Aside from the sky being dark it seemed as if your room was darker. The curtains were pulled, not even the slightest bit of moonlight could be seen. You didn’t want anyone to see you in this state of mind. Your bed was undone, the sheets were on the floor and your drawers were about to tip over. This was the first time you were able to act like yourself yet you felt a dark presence inside of you.

Your face was wet, a mixture of tears and sweat. “What do you want?” You asked, hoping it would get you some answers. Yet it didn’t, making you feel more anxious. All you could do was sit on the floor and cry while your world fell apart.

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The following day was warmer than usual, while everyone else wore shorts and tank tops. You had on a pair of jeans with a long sleeve as well as an adjustable hat. You found the hard way that the sun burns your skin. It left you a nasty burn on your right forearm that wasn’t visible to anyone but it still made you feel exposed.

As you walked in the hallways you felt everyone staring at you as they gossiped. Some were glad that you and Billy broke up while others took pity on you. Yet it didn’t matter, the darkness that now consumes you has given you a task and as you walk by everyone you hear a whisper. “Build” being repeated over and over. It didn’t scare you and you didn’t question it either.

The voice got louder when you came face to face with a guy Billy used to hang out with. He was average height with broad shoulders and his hair was short but suited his face. You believed his name was Jacob. The two of you never spoke and aside from him being an asshole, he respected your relationship with Billy.

As your eyes met you could see a spark in them as he saw you alone. You kept on walking towards your locker, in order to grab the books you will need for the next class. As you did that, Billy had just walked by the corner in time to see you. Part of him was happy while the other part felt anger. He wanted to storm up to you and yell out words with no real meaning behind them.

Just as he had finally mustered up the courage to walk over to you. A group of girls surrounded him, giving him fake compassion. All they wanted was his body, any other day he would flirt back. Not today, as he was watching you intensely.

He let out a small smirk when he noticed you struggling to open your locker like always. Yet he felt his smirk fall as he saw Jacob trying to help you. It was something small but it made him realize that you have started to move on.

With minimum effort, you were able to open the door to your locker causing it to be loose. This caused everyone to stop all movements and look in your direction. Even Billy was caught off guard with what happened. He liked to think that it was normal and it only happened from all the times you and Billy hit it from exasperation. Yet he had a feeling that there was more to it, although he had no time to figure it out as he saw you get your stuff and walk to class. While Jacob followed after you like a lost puppy.

All that happened on the last day of school before summer break and Billy lost sight of you. As much as he hates to even think of it, he knows that he has to let you go. After all, he was the one that pushed you away. He has no reason to be jealous. The only way he has been able to keep your face out of his mind was when he smoked or blasted music until he could no longer hear his dad yelling at him through the door. He has also gone back to having sex with any girl that threw themselves at him.

In fact, that was something that he has grown to hate. It doesn’t feel the same as when he did it with you. He’s not sure who's at fault but he blames you for it. Today was no different, he was meeting up with a girl from his biology class and if he’s being honest he already forgot how she looked. He’s just glad that nobody else is home, he wouldn’t want to show a stranger his personal life.

Billy’s not sure how long the two of them have been in his bedroom for but he hopes it’s almost over. Distant footsteps could be heard but he tells himself it was just his heartbeat and mind playing tricks on him. Yet an obnoxious knock on his door tells him otherwise. He debates on ignoring it but when the knocking becomes more frantic and he hears Max’s voice quivering, he knows he has to open the door.

He got out of bed and quickly put on some sweatpants he had laying around. Behind him he could hear the bed squeaking and blankets moving. He opened the door wide enough for his body to fit through. In front of him was a teary eyed Max who looked up at him with fear.

“What?” Billy tried to sound mad as usual but the worry behind his eyes said otherwise.

“It’s y/n.” Max said quickly but Billy was able to understand. He took a small step back and gripped the doorknob.

“Look Max if this is another one of you little tricks to get me to go see her, it’s not going to work.” He said as he went to close the door but wasn’t able to as Max’s hand made force against the door.

“It’s not, she’s…in trouble.” She couldn’t say anything else knowing there was someone else in his room. Billy wanted to listen to her but had trouble letting his guard down.

When he still didn’t budge she decided to beg. “Please.” She said with so much pain that Billy had no option than to help out.

Billy breathed out of his nose to show his annoyance but Max saw how his eyes told her otherwise. His grip on the door loosened and said, “fine, wait in the living room.” With that he closed the door and told the girl who was holding a blanket up to her chest to get out.

Max didn’t tell him where they were headed but upon seeing the many trees that surrounded them he knew where they were going. The last time he took this same road he was drugged by Max. It was a night he wished to forget but it’s a memory that he constantly thinks of. Max could see from the corner of her eyes how tense he got as he recognized his surroundings and she couldn’t blame him.

If anything, she felt guilt but knew better than to ever bring that up. As they reached the house, Billy saw Wheeler's car which made him get second thoughts about driving there. Nonetheless he decided to park his car because even though he wouldn’t admit it, he worries about you.

Max quickly walked out of the car and headed towards the door, Billy wasted no time and followed right behind her. He had his guard up high, ready for whatever would happen when they walked in.

Both stepsiblings observed as the kids, Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy were all sitting down in the living room with solemn looks on their faces. Once Billy closed the door behind him that's when all attention was on them.

“Him?” all kids exclaimed with eyes wide as they stared at Billy.

“That's not who I had in mind when you said you knew someone who could help.” Dustin said with an angry expression on his face.

“Look…” Max started as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear and walked closer to the group. “...I know he hasn't been the nicest to you guys but-”

Max was caught off by Dustin and Mike, “he tried to run us over.”

“What?” Both Hopper and Joyce spoke as they looked at Billy with disbelief.

Max knew she had to act fast before Billy ran off and without knowing what was going on.

“Everybody quiet!” She yelled out.

She didn't think it would have worked but luckily for her, it did.

“I know that not everyone here likes Billy, but he's the only one that I know who will be able to help us.” She pleaded with them.

It seemed that everyone was taking it into consideration as they looked at Billy before sharing looks with one another.

After everyone told him what happened with Will, Barb and everything Eleven had to do to make sure no other monsters attacked Hawkins. Billy felt fear, not just because it could happen again but Max could get hurt someday if things got out of control.

But when he heard that the monster was indeed back and you were its new host, he was filled with so many emotions. The worst part was when he found out what test the kids had put you through made everything feel surreal. He couldn't believe the risk you were put at during the sauna test and the fact that they didn't know where you were, made it worse.

Everyone held their breath as they waited for Billy's reaction. It felt like an eternity before they heard him let out a breath and looked at them with no emotion.

“What about Jacob?” He asked as he practically spat his name out.

“Max and I went looking for him, but…” El said as she looked at Billy before making eye contact with Max.

With a low sigh, Max continued for her, “...We went over to Y/n’s house and found his jersey--covered in blood.” Her voice was quiet but to Billy, it felt like she screamed it right in his ear. It was all making sense now, why he wasn’t in class or at basketball practice. He had thought the two of you had ditched to hang out, just like he used to.

He felt his blood run cold and his breath slightly picked up, he couldn't believe what he heard. Of course you didn't kill him, the mind flayer made you do it. Yet the thought of you possibly getting forced to do something like that again, it made him feel uneasy.

After that meeting, the kids gave Billy a walkie talkie as that would be the only way he would speak with them. Yet it wouldn't always work that way, sometimes they receive a short response while other times there wasn't any.

During the first days he still didn't believe anything the kids told them, there was no way that you were under control of the mind flayer. It was just a stupid thing they came up to taunt him for everything he has done to them. Last time he checked, it was all from D&D something that could never happen.

A few more days passed by and everything slowly started to sink in. He couldn't remember the last time he saw you, if it weren't because of the dreams he's had, he's sure he would have forgotten how you look.

It came to a point that Max didn't even recognize him, his eyes looked almost empty and she's not sure when was the last time he ate a proper meal. Even though they were never able to have a proper sibling relationship, she knew she now had to speak with him and try to comfort him as best as she could.

“Billy?” she said as she knocked softly on the door but as expected, there was no response. She thought that maybe he was laying on his bed as she heard no noise.

With a sigh, she rested her head on his door, unsure of what to say. “Billy, I know this is really hard but I know we could all find a way to-” She stopped as the door opened abruptly and for once saw Billy with clothes other than his pajamas.

He didn't glance at her, simply walked out with the walkie talkie in his left hand and car keys on the other.

Max barely had time to register what was happening but had to walk fast to catch up with his strides.

“Where are you going?” She asked once she managed to catch up with him.

“To find y/n.” He answered as if it was the most obvious thing.

“But we don't know where she could be, we agreed that we would search for her.” She tried reasoning with him.

“Oh yeah?” He asked sarcastically as he stopped and turned to face her. “And how is that going so far?” he didn't wait for her response, simply turned away and walked out the door.

Max knew this was dangerous but no matter what she could say or do, he would still go out and search for you.

She looked over her shoulder and looked at her moms bedroom door that was left open when she left for work. She tapped her foot in exasperation before closing the door and ran after Billy. Without saying anything, she got in the passenger's seat and buckled up. All Billy was able to do was look at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Neither one of us knows what could happen and I want to help you find her.” Was all she said. Billy was debating on telling her to leave, that he could do this on his own. Yet he knows she is just as stubborn as him and even if he hates to admit it. It makes his chest erupt with happiness knowing he doesn't have to face it alone.

“Where should we start?” He asks as he puts the car in reverse and leaves their driveway.

Max took him to all the places she remembers the demodogs hiding, hoping you or Jacob would be there. With no sign of either of you, this scavenger hunt seemed to have no ending.

The two step siblings were at a gas station buying snacks and putting gasoline in the car's tank. It had gotten dark but the two were willing to keep on searching.

Billy was sipping on his drink while Max was eating her chips, trying to figure out where you could be and what they would do when they found you.

Both jumped slightly in their seats as Dustin’s voice came through the walkie talkie that two had completely forgotten about.

“Billy, do you copy?” He asked a few times, hoping he would answer.

Max looked at him from the corner of her eye and thought he was too deep in thought to have heard it but as she reached over to grab it Billy's voice stopped her.

“Leave it…” he said as he got comfortable in his seat and took another sip. “...he probably wants to know if I still have the damn thing.”

Without a response from Max, she retreated her hand and stared ahead while mindlessly grabbing another chip.

“We think we found y/n.” Dustin’s voice sounded once more which caught the attention of both Max and Billy. Their heads whipped fast toward the walkie talkie, Max was the one that reached to grab it. Billy was thankful for it as all of the words got stuck on his throat.

“Come over to the abandoned Brimborn… over.” Dustin said.

Billy did not need to know anything else as he slammed his foot on the accelerator without a second thought. Max didn't say anything but she was scared, one hand was holding the chips to make sure none would fall on the seat and risk Billy getting mad at her. While her other hand was gripping onto her seat as she didn't even have time to put on her seatbelt.

This was the fastest he has ever driven but to Billy, it seems as if he couldn't go any faster, he attempted to make his car go faster but it seemed as if that was the fastest they could go.

Aside from them passing all the trees by a blur, there was something about this place that seemed familiar to Billy but he was not sure why. It wasn't until he drove by a gravel part of the road that had a pothole that it dawned on him. This was where you had gotten out of his car after the two of you argued. With each tree they passed by he felt his heart break and felt the urge to yell.

From the passenger's seat, Max could see a change in his face but thought it was because he might see you being in control of something outside of everyone's reach.

Once they reached their destination, Billy’s car lifted dirt everywhere to the point where neither of them could see in front of them and Max was afraid they would run over the others who were waiting for them.

Without a care of how he parked his car he got out and with squinting eyes he managed to distinguish someone's figure in front. Once the air got cleared out Max got out of the car and walked over to stand next to Billy who was greeted with glares from everyone.

“Are you crazy”, “You could have run us over”, “What is wrong with you”. Were some of the things that the kids yelled out to him.

Of course he didn't care as he scanned the group in hopes of finding a glimpse of you, when he didn't he started feeling sick to his stomach.

“Where is she?” He asked, hoping he would see you emerge.

The only thing the group did was look at each other in confusion until Dustin took a small step forward.

“So uhm, well…” He stammered trying to explain himself.

Billy started walking towards him and it was enough to make everyone scared.

“You told me…” He started off as he held eye contact with Dustin, “...that you found her, so, where is she?”

“I did say we think we found her.” Dustin said in hopes of getting Billy off his neck.

Max wasted no time walking closer and grabbing Billy’s arm, in hopes of being able to give Dustin enough time to run.

Steve and Nancy both stood in front of Dustin, knowing Billy would do anything.

Before anything else could happen, Hopper and Joyce walked out from the building with flashlights pointed at them.

“Hey guys, quit chit chatting and come over here.” Hop said.

Dustin was the first to run up them and walk down the stairs. Whatever was down there is sure to be less scary than Billy.

Everyone else rushed to follow Dustin while ignoring Billy’s glare, he reluctantly followed after them.

Hop passed everyone a flashlight and as they all got to the bottom of the stairs, they all stayed frozen.

There were so many people with a blank expression on their face almost as if they were under a spell and even though their eyes were open, it seemed as if they did not see the group in front of them. Steve was the first to step forward, flashing their eyes but they didn't blink, not even when he waved in front of their face, nothing.

Everyone else walked around and recognized some old acquaintances and neighbors. They were from different ages who had families wondering why they have been acting differently and where they could be now.

No matter what the group tried, they could not get them to come to their senses. It wasn't until a distant roaring was heard that they all blinked and moved slightly. From the corner of Nancy’s eye, she saw a little boy scared and looking all around him. Without thinking, she rushed over to his side.

“Build, build, build.” Was all the little kid kept on murmuring.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked once she got closer to him and even though her voice was soft, it caused the little boy to jump.

He grabbed her arm as if his life depended on it, “He will attack, tomorrow, you have to stop him…please.” He said.

“Who will attack?” Nancy asked

“The mind flayer…” the boy said when suddenly his eyes fell on El. “...he wants to destroy her.” with a shaky finger, he lifted up his pointer finger towards El.

“Come on, we have to get you out of here.” Nancy said but before the boy or anyone could say anything a popping sound was heard from their right which then was heard on their left side and soon enough all around.

Nancy tried to pull the kid with her in hopes of saving her but he stayed still, knowing what would happen. It seemed as if he wanted to say something but before he could open his mouth, he too turned into goo. Some of it got on Nancy who watched in terror as the goo seemed to have a mind of its own and started moving towards a hole on the back wall. Once the group realized it was all headed in the same direction they all walked out and followed it.

“Maybe it's going to the mind flayer, if we follow it we can find y/n or the portal.” Dustin shouted out.

The group wasted no time in running back to their cars and followed the goo in hopes that Dustin was right once again.

Billy was determined to find and save you, he's not sure why the mind flayer wants to attack Hawkins and destroy El but he's willing to fight it. The moment the kid told them about El being in danger, he saw the fear in Max’s eyes and even though the two of them don't get along he will do anything to keep her from witnessing that.

Nobody knew why the goo led them here but they knew the mall was sure to have the portal hidden somewhere.

In the middle of the mall there was the mind flayer; it seemed as if it was asleep while all the goo that they had followed made its way through the closed doors in order to become one with him.

“There, look.” Lucas said while holding a pair of binoculars up to his eye and pointing to the right side of the mind flayer.

Without the need of the binoculars, they all followed his finger and saw more goo coming from there.

“Is it just me or is anyone else getting chills?” Robin asked. All she received in response was a look from Steve with furrowed eyebrows. “Yeah, look.” she said as she tried to get him to look at her arms.

“What's the plan?” Billy asked as he kept on staring at the mind flayer, it was much bigger than he expected.

They had all decided on splitting up. Billy would be with Max, Mike and El. Steve would go with Erica, Robin and Dustin. Nancy would be with Jonathan, Lucas and Will. They all got to work fast, hoping they could get rid of the mind flayer while it was asleep.

Unbeknownst to everyone, you were also in the mall. The mind flayer could also feel the presence of the others and when the time was right. It would make you do all the dirty work of making sure nobody is able to attack him and bringing him El.

It seemed as if everything was going good for everybody and they were sure the nightmare would be over soon. It was the perfect opportunity for the mind flayer to send you over to Billy’s group while still being under his power.

When you finally got to where they were you walked over as the mind flayer spoke.

“Billy?” you said.

Billy was the first to turn around and all words got stuck in his throat, he was relieved to see you. He rushed over to you and held your face in his hands. It was enough to cause you to come back to your senses but not strong enough to pull you away from the mind flayer.

“We have to get out of here.” You said as you moved away from Billy to stand in front of the kids. “Follow me.” You said as you walked in front of them and led them through some doors. The lights were dim which would help with your plan of separating El from the group.

After a few minutes of Billy desperately trying to get your attention, their walkie talkie went off. Billy rolled his eyes, thinking it was Dustin but to his surprise it was Will.

“Guys I can feel the mind flayer as if he was telling me that he knows we're here.” Will said while holding onto his neck and feeling that tingly sensation.

“We don't have much time.” Mike said while holding the walkie talkie.

“You don't.” you said as you snatched it from Mike’s hand and dropped it on the ground in order to step on it. You had enough force to break the walkie talkie in pieces.

Max was fast enough to put El behind her. Billy took notice of this and stepped in front of the two girls.

“y/n, if you can hear please try to fight this…thing. I’m here.” Billy said while looking at you with tears in his eyes.

“Were you there for me when this happened?” You said as you looked at him with hatred. “If you had believed me that day in the car, this wouldn't be happening now Billy.”

Billy knew that you werent the one speaking but it broke his heart to hear that, the mind flayer was right. If he hadn't gotten jealous and said that hurtful thing to you, the two of you would be enjoying the pool now or doing other things the two of you enjoy.

Aside from the tears threatening to fall off any minute now, he walked up towards you and held your hand lovingly and caressed your hand with the back of his thumb like he does when the two of you were alone.

The two of you looked into each other's eyes and for a moment he thought that you were back to yourself. The mind flayer felt it as well and took it upon himself to send some goo to make a barricade to allow you to take El with you. The two of you heard their pleas and no matter how hard your mind tried to break free from the mind flayer it was too strong. The iron grip you had on El’s arm made it impossible for her to free herself, she scratched and hit you but you stayed put. The only sound that was heard apart from the goo was your hand making contact with El’s face. It was hard enough to knock her out and with that you carried her in your arms and headed towards the mind flayer.

Nancy’s group were the first to spot you and they were fast to get in contact with the other groups, except for Billy’s and seeing as you had El with you. They all hoped that they would be able to make it to you on time. They were all close to achieving their own goal except for Joyce and Hopper as they were having some problems. At this point everyone was desperate for a miracle, in order to try and gain some time, they started to throw lit fireworks at the monster. It was able to catch its attention as well as cause it pain which was also inflicted to you and Will.

It was at this point that El regained consciousness and as she stated up in front of her she backed up in fear of what could happen. From the corner of your eye you saw her try to get away to which you were fast and grabbed her ankle dragging her towards you. It caused a yelp to escape her mouth from pain and fear, El wasn't able to use her powers and even if she did it would pain her to see you get hurt by them even if it is a necessity.

Between the sound of the mind flayer and the fireworks, you were still able to hear Billy yell your name as if he was next to you. Taking a shallow breath, you looked over your shoulder to see him trying to get to you but getting held back by Max and Mike.

El was able to recognize that look on your face when you saw him and knew what she had to do, she just hoped it would work. She placed a soft hand on your shoulder which caused you to look down at her. From then on she told you about the memories of you and Billy she was even to say things the two of you never shared with anybody.

The memories were strong enough to make you have full control of your mind and it brought a small smile and chuckle to erupt from El as she saw how your pupils changed and the tears that were starting to form in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry El, I-I really didn't want to do it.” You said through sobs, and as you looked over towards Billy you couldn't read his expression but you hated yourself for all the things you have done and what you put them through.

“We have to leave now.” El said as she sat up and tried to stand.

You could see she tried to hold a wince for your sake but you still noticed, it made your heart drop.

Quickly you stood up and helped El stand up by putting her arm around your shoulder.

As everyone else watched you, they all felt relieved to see you being in full control of your mind. They were all too busy looking at you to not realize that the mind flayer was still a threat, Hop and Joyce still haven't been able to close the portal. It was then that a painful roar caught their attention, it wasn't from the fireworks or your ability to be able to fight him. It dawned to everybody that the portal had been closed and they had to get out, fast.

As they all started running down the stairs trying to get out, the mind flayer started moving everywhere, causing pieces of the building to start falling down. Billy was able to free himself from Max and Mike in order to run towards you.

“Billy!” Max’s scream reached him loud and clear. He looked up just in time to see the monster collapse but not before making a tentacle hit you and El. Causing the two of you to go flying, El landed roughly on her left shoulder and she let out a piercing scream. You, on the other hand, hit your head on the edge of the counter from a small kiosk. The last thing you heard before losing consciousness was Billy's voice followed by a ringing sound that seemed to get louder.

It had been weeks since you got sent to the hospital and each day Billy stayed by your side even sleeping on the uncomfortable small chair that was in the room. He hadn't had a proper meal or had time to look after himself. The most he has been able to do is shower and sometimes sleep in his own bed only because Max has been able to convince him but when that doesn't work. Steve has to go to the hospital and drag him out.

“Y/n wouldn't want to see you like this.”, “if you won't do it for yourself, at least do it for her.” they would say, making it sound as if you had died. He has made it clear that he would stay there until you wake up, his suffering is nothing compared to what you went through and as he feels guilt for knowing how you got in that situation in the first place.

Neil and Susan have stayed far from the hospital since their last visit when Neil tried to drag Billy to his car. It had gotten very intense and if it weren't for Hopper pulling up to check in on you, Billy would have also been laying on a hospital bed. Hopper wasn't very fond of Billy due to the way he has treated the kids but after watching that interaction he knew why he acted that way.

So every morning he would go in and sit next to him, sometimes convincing him to go down to the cafeteria with him because he didn't like eating alone.

No matter what Hopper did to try and distract Billy, he knew the boy wasn't listening to him. His arms rested clasped on the table and he played with his ring. His right leg kept on bouncing and he had a hard time keeping his eyes focused on Hopper's face.

After a while, Billy started warming up to Hopper and soon enough, the two of them were talking as if they have known each other a long time. The two had stayed in the cafeteria longer than usual and by the time they got up from their seats, the sky was painted in dark colors. As the two walked up to your door, they could hear voices, it didn't take long for Billy to recognize your voice, he barged in, scaring you and the nurse.

“Y/n.” Billy said in a soft voice.

“Billy.” You responded with a weak voice and tried to sit up, embarrassed of how weak you were.

“Remember, you have to take it easy.” Said the nurse as she helped you.

Now that you have been out of the hospital, everyone has tried to go back to the way things were before the mind flayer. It hasn't been easy seeing as you still feel uncomfortable in your own skin, always trying to hide when you go out but always being the center of attention.

Billy has been there for you, as a friend, he is happy to see you back as you but still cant help and feel guilt when he looks at your scars or your eyes that no longer hold the same light as before. Even though he loves you, he knows he needs to give you space. Still, each day he wakes up to be by your side and wishes he could go back to that night and prevent all of this from happening.

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In The Woods Somewhere

Word Count: 9069

Summary: When Y/N is found in the woods by Rick and Daryl she doesn't know what kind of life is waiting for her at Alexandria, but she certainly isn't expecting the complicated relationship she develops with Daryl. Can the pair work through their differences and become friends? And maybe even more than that?

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader, Dog, Rick Grimes, Carol Peletier (mentioned)

Warnings: Use of weapons, canon-level violence, hunting animals, smoking, use of alcohol, mentions of blood, scars, hints at pass abuse, swearing, dirty talk, smut, couch sex, slight breeding kink, oral fixation, oral sex

A/N: I have been wanting to write for The Walking Dead for a very long time and my friend has been requesting a Daryl fic of me for easily over a year so I hope these over 9000 words make up for how long you had to wait! I absolutely loved exploring Daryl's character with this so please do leave me some more requests here or over on Tumblr and I hope you enjoy! You can expect to see more TWD fics around here in the future :)

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When you'd been out here alone in these woods, learning how to survive day to day as long as you had it was easy to lose track of time. It could have been weeks, months maybe since you lost your camp, you couldn't remember anymore. One day you were safe, in a secure camp with people you could trust and the next a horde ran it into the ground, destroying everything you had. Your group was scattered who knows where during the attack, left to fend for themselves and you found yourself alone once again. Somehow you always ended up back here.

After the attack, you ran until you found a quiet, secluded area with enough coverage to set up a hidden makeshift camp. It was enough to survive but not for long. The natural resources in the area were running low and there was only so far you could travel before it became dangerous. That was how you found yourself here, walking along the side of a long-since-abandoned highway hoping there would be any kind of house or gas station that would give you the resources you needed.

You didn't dare walk on the road, keeping to the side instead with your head down and your hood up. You knew there was a slim chance of running into anyone out here anymore but you didn't want to risk drawing attention to yourself. It was an unfortunate truth that most of the people left now would do anything to survive and you couldn't waste your time on another person that was just going to steal your resources and leave you for dead.

Something caught your attention, a noise in the distance that you couldn't quite place at first. It wasn't until the sound grew closer that you realised it was the low rumble of a car approaching on the highway. You had seconds to react before the car turned the corner onto the stretch of road you were walking along. You slipped into the treeline, hiding behind the closest cover you could find until the car hopefully passed by. Your plan seemed to prove unsuccessful, the car slowed until it rolled to a complete stop where you had just disappeared from the view of the road.

There was low talk muffled by the car doors but you could make out the voices of two men before one of the doors opened and someone stepped out onto the road. You slowly moved your hand under your jacket and pulled your gun from the holster on your hip, sliding off the safety. You tried to control your breathing, staying as still as possible in the hopes that they would simply leave if they thought you had already slipped away or were just some random walker.

"We're not here to hurt you." The man called out, he had a deep southern accent and his voice was calm and steady as he spoke, almost gentle. It was clear this wasn't his first time talking down a situation like this. "We're here to help. My friend and I are from a community a few miles back, we have houses, solar power, runnin' water, and farms. It's safe. We just wanna help more people."

You stayed silent, you weren't stupid enough to trust a single word he was saying based solely on the promise of an impossible-sounding community. Even when you had encountered communities that were this advanced before there was always a price, a price you weren't willing to pay. Not again.

"I understand you don't wanna trust us, trust is a rare resource now. I didn't wanna trust it either when we were the ones with nothin' that were invited in, but it worked out. Our community is safe I can promise you that much and there isn't no price to pay. All we ask is that you can help provide to keep the town runnin'"

"What makes you think I'll go anywhere with you? I have no idea who you are. No proof of your community." You said finally breaking your silence when you realised he wasn't going anywhere without an answer. Even considering trusting this mand was a stupid idea and you knew it, but at the rate you were going with rations if you didn't find more supplies you'd starve on your own, and you weren't that stupid.

"My name's Rick, the man in the car is Daryl. You don't gotta trust us, trust is earned and I respect that we ain't done anything to earn that yet but let us ask you a few questions and maybe you can come back and join our community. We got women and children back home, my own children too if you'd be more comfortable talkin' with them."

It was quiet for a moment while you thought over your options. You could stay out here and possibly never find the supplies you needed or you could trust for once, go with them and maybe just maybe, have a better chance of surviving.

"I'll ride with you, let you ask your questions." You agreed against every instinct in your body, but you weren't going anywhere with them without setting your own terms first. "But I keep my weapons, and if at any point I don't like this or I feel like it's a trap, I leave."

"That's alright by me." Rick sounded almost relieved as he spoke and for a second you believed that maybe he genuinely did want to help.

You stepped out from behind the tree you'd been using for coverage and made a show of good faith, slowly lowering your gun as you turned back on the safety. You lowered your hood and met Rick's gaze for the first time. You could tell now he wasn't lying about how well-developed this community was, his beard was trimmed, his clothes cleaned and he looked freshly washed. Clean clothes were something you hadn't had the privilege of in a long time and a warm shower sounded like heaven right about now.

You recognised something in Rick, the way he negotiated with you, you had been right, this wasn't his first time. You could see it in the way he carried himself, how naturally his hand rested by the gun holstered on his belt, ready to draw at any second.

"You're a cop?" You asked as you finally holstered your gun, feeling comfortable enough with the situation that you wouldn't have to fight. Not right now.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded with a sense of pride that was clear on his face. "Sheriff Rick Grimes with Atlanta P.D."

"Okay, I'll come with you. For now." Rick stepped back letting you take the lead as you walked towards the car. You reached for the closest door handle but Rick directed you towards the other side of the car, making you take the backseat behind the other man - Daryl - you assumed most likely so he could keep a closer eye on you himself.

Daryl unlike Rick was less than welcoming to you. He seemed unsure about all of this, about you and he didn't try to hide it in the look he shot you in the rearview mirror. The look spelt trouble if you tried to make a move and you knew it, shrinking back from his stare. Rick tapped at Daryl's legs, signalling for him to take them down off the dash as he started the car again.

You rode in silence for a while, never once taking your eyes off the men sitting in the front of the car as everyone seemingly tried to get a reading on the situation. This was an opportunity to show you could be trusted, but you didn't make the mistake of believing this was trust yet. Rick leaned across and said something in a hushed tone to Daryl that you couldn't quite make out. Daryl just grunted in response and dropped the end of his cigarette out of the car window clearly not too happy with whatever Rick had just asked him.

"We got three questions we asked new people," Daryl stated dryly, almost catching you off guard as you realised it was the first time you'd heard his voice since you'd gotten into the car. "First, how many walkers you killed?"

"I've been out here by myself a while, lost count a long time ago." You admitted honestly. At first, each walker you killed had affected you, it felt wrong and you were haunted by the lives you felt you were taking but now, it was the way the world was.

"How many people you killed?" Daryl's second question made you stop for a second. You could tell this was the more important question as he actually tore his gaze away from the road to look back at you in the mirror. It wasn't a question you liked to think about. You didn't like your answer, not anymore.

"Enough." Your answer was blunt but it was the truth and all they needed to know.

"Why?" It was Rick that asked the question this time. His words weren't quite the accusing ones you'd expected, instead, they really did sound curious about your answer.

"It's survival now, ain't it?" You didn't meet either of their gazes in the mirror, instead staring down at your hands. Your skin was stained and your nails caked with dirt and blood. Whether the blood was yours or a walker's you weren't sure anymore and part of you didn't want to know the answer. There was a lot you had done to survive that you weren't proud of. "You got all the answers you need now?"

"We do." Rick nodded his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. You felt your breath hitch as you watched him look over at Daryl, a knowing look passing between them. You really did need this, community was survival, you couldn't make it in this world anymore without people and you were aware of that. Perhaps being with people again would mean you could finally let down your guard and the sharp cage you'd built around your heart. "We'd like for you to come back to Alexandria with us."

~~~

You would be the first to admit it was a hard adjustment at first, remembering how to live in a proper community again, with families living in their own homes, jobs and a proper sense of security like you'd never had before. Learning to trust again had been the hardest part as the people of Alexandria tried to get you to warm up to them with conversations and kind gifts. It was over three weeks now since you'd first arrived at Alexandria and you were finally making friends.

With Rick being the one to make the decision to bring you back that first day he took responsibility for you and helped you settle in while he introduced you to everyone. You found quickly enough that you and Maggie were similar in more ways than one and became quick friends along with Glenn. You'd also developed a bond with Michonne as she taught you to use more weapons in place of just your guns.

It seemed everyone was accepting you into the community but there was just one person that it seemed you couldn't win over. Daryl Dixon. No matter what you tried he seemed to keep up that cold front with you. Any conversation you tried to start with him was treated to nothing more than grunts and short answers in response to your questions. Perhaps it wouldn't have mattered quite so much if you weren't assigned to share a house with him at Alexandria which made your tense relationship that much more tricky.

You didn't think you'd done anything to offend him and he barely put in enough effort to know anything about you that could have made him dislike you. Rick had assured you it was nothing. that Daryl was simply like this with everyone until he warmed up to them but it seemed to be taking him one hell of a long time to warm up to you.

Perhaps things with your living arrangement weren't all bad because there was at least one person in the house that did actually like you which made things more bearable. That "person" was currently spread out asleep at your feet on the porch. You leaned forward in your old rocking chair and lazily scratched behind Dog's ear which earned you a content huff from the big dog.

You were so occupied with showering attention on Dog that you almost missed the sound of the old wooden steps of the porch creaking under heavy footsteps. You looked up to see Daryl making his way towards the front door with his crossbow still slung across his back. He looked exhausted, his clothes covered with dirt and a splattered of dried blood across his face. No matter what seemed to be going on between the two of you, you were always worried about him when he went out there. The only acknowledgement you got was a quick nod in your direction before he reached for the door handle.

"Rough hunt?" You asked stopping him in his tracks, trying to at least make an effort to start a conversation. You cringed at yourself as it fell silent, thinking he wasn't going to answer. Sometimes you wondered why it bothered you so much what he thought of you.

"Yeah." His answer was short, almost dismissive as always and you could feel your heart sink a little.

"Take a shower, Daryl. Don't get blood on the floor." You sighed deciding to just go back to your book rather than trying to push a conversation any further.

"Whatever." He grumbled as he unlocked the front door and then hesitated for a second, turning back to face you. You looked up at him at first expecting him to say something to you, almost hoping he would but instead, he let out a sharp whistle and patted his chest. In a second Dog had jumped up and bounced towards him, almost knocking him over with the force he jumped at his chest with. "That's a good boy."

With that he disappeared inside, closely followed by a Dog who was happily wagging his tail at seeing Daryl back home leaving you alone to finish your cup of coffee on the porch. The fading sounds of his praising and affectionate words towards Dog, and the lightness in his tone were one of the few signs he let show of his softer side. Maybe someday you'd actually get a full conversation out of the hardened redneck.

~~~

"You comin'?" You jumped at the sound of Daryl's rough voice behind you almost spilling the mug of hot coffee in your hand as you grabbed at the counter to steady yourself. You thought he'd already left the house that morning to go scavenging with Rick, suddenly caught off guard at his question when you thought you were alone.

"Comin' where?" You asked turning around to face him with a look of confusion. It was rare for Daryl to even spend much time in the same room as you let alone ask you to go somewhere with him. You didn't want to let yourself get hopeful that maybe things were finally changing.

"I mean, you said you was willin' to help keep Alexandria runnin' ain't ya?" There was that usual cutting, argumentative edge to Daryl's voice as he spoke but he looked away from you, shifting on his feet. If you didn't know any better you would say he almost seemed nervous about asking. "Gotta earn your keep 'round here, I'm goin' huntin' you can help."

"Right. Sure yeah, okay." You nodded pouring the last of your coffee down the drain before dropping your mug into the sink. You looked down at yourself, taking in your outfit and decided perhaps your morning casual sweatpants wouldn't be the best for the job. "I'll uh, I'll change and grab my stuff. I'll meet you at the gate?"

Daryl huffed out his response and nodded, it was about as close as you were going to get to an actual agreement from him. He grabbed his crossbow from its place on the wall and swung it over his shoulder before heading out the front door.

It wasn't like this was your first run, you'd scavenged for yourself long before you found Alexandria and since you'd arrived Rick had taken you out and taught you the best spots. Even Tara and Rosita had taken you with them on a few of their runs but this was your first time properly hunting and tracking with Daryl. He was at the top of the game when it came to tracking and you knew it, part of you was worried you wouldn't be able to keep up.

You changed your clothes into something more fitting the harder terrain of the woods, running over your mental checklist as you made sure you had everything. Securing your knives to your belt you did up the buckle and kneeled down to lace up your combat boots. Lastly, you grabbed your backpack, putting it on before placing your bow over your shoulder. With one final glance around the room, you headed out to meet up with Daryl at the gate.

In the distance, you could see Daryl already waiting by the gate, his bike propped up on its stand as he leaned one foot against it casually. He was playing with the lighter in his hand, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he talked to Rick. It seemed you were walking in on a private conversation as it was quickly cut off the closer you got to them. Rick offered you a warm smile while Daryl's gaze fell to the ground.

"Right well, you two take care out there. Come back in one piece." Rick nodded, patting Daryl on the back before leaving the two of you alone.

"What were you talkin' 'bout just there?" You asked noticing the way Daryl stared after Rick still obviously distracted by something he had said.

"Nuthin'." He shrugged, shaking himself out of his trance. He dropped the last of his cigarette to the ground before snuffing it out with the tip of his boot. He gave the bike a once over, making sure everything was secured and then threw his leg over the bike. He steadied the bike, balancing it upright with his own body weight before kicking out the stand. "Get on."

"You- you want me to ride with you? On your bike?" You stuttered over your words more than you had intended, not wanting to sound nervous as you stared down at the empty space at the back of the bike.

"You plannin' on walkin'? Come on. You afraid or sumthin'?" He cocked an eyebrow at you, the slight grin on his face almost teasing as he waited for your answer.

It wasn't so much that you were afraid, nothing about the idea of motorbikes scared you but it was the idea of sitting so close to Daryl with your arms wrapped around him for support that sent a chill up your spine. Or perhaps spark was more the correct word with the way your heart skipped a beat in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. It was easier to blame it on fear than admit you were scared of what you might find if you looked into that feeling any further.

"No. Nevermind. It's nothin'." You shook your head trying to swallow down your feelings as you followed his lead and climbed onto the back of the bike. You tried to leave as much space between you as you could, resting your hands behind you so you could grab onto the seat hoping the grip your legs had on the bike would be enough to balance you. Before you could react Daryl reached back without even looking and grasped your wrists, pulling them towards him until your arms were wrapped around his waist. The gasped at the sudden movement, the force of it pushing you even further into his back.

"Yer gonna fall off back there. We gotta be back before dark so imma go fast, you gotta hold on tight." He explained letting go of your wrists as you got the message and tightened your grip on him. Once he was sure you were ready he revved the engine, the sign for the gate in front of you to be opened. He didn't even bother to wait for it to open fully, kicking off the bike as soon as there was a wide enough gap for you to finally be speeding down the open road outside of Alexandria.

You steadied your breathing as your eyes fell closed, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of the bike underneath you. It rumbled over the rough roads, the feeling vibrating up into your legs as the wind whipped your hair into your face. You could understand the appeal of this, why Daryl enjoyed it so much. There was an almost freeing feeling to watching the world pass by so quickly, your focus on nothing but the road in front of you. You finally let yourself relax, trying to enjoy the moment as you leaned more into the hard frame of Daryl's back. There was a cold bite to the wind as it rushed past but the warmth seeping from his body kept you safe from it.

You cursed yourself for even noticing that. You shouldn't be thinking about how warm Daryl felt in any situation, let alone about how the muscles in his stomach flexed under your hands every time he used his weight to guide the bike around a sharp corner. Or how comforting it felt to have your arms around him. You shouldn't be thinking about him like this, you didn't want to be. It made you feel defensive against your own thoughts, fighting with your mind that he meant nothing to you.

You were grateful for the distraction when the bike finally rolled to a stop, letting you sit back as the air fell quiet again when Daryl killed the engine. The spot you'd arrived in was a secluded clearing in the woods and as you listened carefully you heard the gentle flow of a stream just beyond the tree line. It was the perfect place for animals and therefore, a perfect place for hunting them.

You learned quickly that hunting properly was a slow and tedious process, relying on every instinct and sense you had to track the faintest of movements. You spent what felt like hours following Daryl's lead as you tracked deer tracks through the trees, finding nothing more than hoof prints. It was getting late and you were drawing close to giving up if you wanted to make it back to Alexandria in time when you heard a twig snap to your left. You slipped away from Daryl following the noise and then you spotted it, a stag among the trees.

In one quiet, fluid movement you ducked behind a tree, hiding so as to not frighten it. You slipped your bow from your shoulder and carefully lined up your shot, taking the time to focus. You couldn't mess this up. Before you could move your fingers to release your arrow another flew past you.

You spun around as the arrow landed to see Daryl standing behind you, crossbow still raised as he looked down at the kill. You could feel the start of anger bubbling up in your chest, your hands balling into fists by your side. You were a damn good shot and you'd come all the way out here to prove you could provide for Alexandria just as good as the rest of them only for Daryl to take the kill from you. There was no reason for him to step in.

"What the hell! I had that!" You snapped slinging your bow back over your shoulder with one sharp movement. You weren't going to let this slide.

"You were takin' too long," Daryl said matter of factly, his casual tone serving to piss you off even more. You couldn't stand how dismissive he was being of the whole situation as he moved to walk past you. "Thing woulda just run off."

"Fuck you." You scoffed, your words dripping with weeks of pent-up anger now. "I mean seriously you tell me I gotta earn my keep and then I try just for you to take the chance from me! You won't let me! This is clearly personal what the hell do you have 'gainst me Daryl huh? What did I ever do to you?"

"I don't got nuthin' against you. Lower your damn voice. Now." Daryl barked back but he kept his voice low, never raising in volume. It only worsened your anger as he tried to shut down your words of protest.

"No! It's not fair Daryl! I've tried everything and still-"

"Shut up." This time his words came across as more threatening, it was a warning but you ignored it. You had opened that bottled-up anger and there was no stopping it now. His eyes seemed to be watching something behind you as you ranted, never quite focusing on you as he searched for something.

"I'm not done! You can't just treat me like shit and tell me to shut up and then expect-" Before you could finish your sentence Daryl moved quicker than you could process and your back collided with the solid trunk of a tree. Daryl cornered you, pushing you both into the narrow gap between two trees, his hand clamping over your mouth to silence any further protest from you. You pushed at his chest trying to fight back, not knowing what the hell he thought he was doing.

"Jesus Christ woman, you ever shut the fuck up? Listen." Daryl hissed, leaning in until he talking directly next to your ear. You finally stopped fighting when you felt his hot breath fanning across your skin, the smell of his last cigarette still lingering. You focused, listening to everything around you like he told you to and that's when you finally heard it. The low groans and growls of walkers as they stumbled their way up from deeper in the woods. Judging by the sounds they were closer than you'd realised. "Your damn hissy fit screamin' and shoutin' probably drew more of 'em too."

It was too late to try and run for it now, the walkers nearly on top of where you were hiding. You both stayed still while they passed by, even the slightest movement risking drawing their attention. Daryl didn't let go of you during the time that passed, his calloused hand still pressed over your mouth, his fingertips grazing your skin. You were pressed so tight together in the gap that you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath and you wondered if he could feel yours too. You didn't dare meet his eyes, not when you were this close.

Once the noise grew distant again and you knew they had moved on enough that you were safe you shoved at Dary, squeezing your way out of your hiding space. You tried to ignore the fact that your heart was now beating in your throat as Daryl stayed still, not moving from where you'd just been as he processed what happened.

"Get off me, Dixon. Let's just grab what we can and go home."

~~~

It was late when you made your way into the kitchen, the only source of light coming from the lamp you'd switched on as you entered the room. Dog let out a whine from where he lay asleep next to the front door at the sudden activity in the room. He was waiting for Daryl to come home and if you were being honest, so were you. He'd left to spend most of the night at Carol's for dinner and you were finding it hard to sleep in an empty house. Even if you were in separate rooms for most of the day there was something comforting about knowing Daryl was still in the house.

You walked over to the sink and poured yourself a glass of water, staring out the window at the night sky. You were pulled from your thoughts - late-night thoughts that you admittedly shouldn't have been having - by the dull thud of something dropping onto the countertop behind you. When you turned around Daryl was standing on the other side of the kitchen island with something wrapped up in parchment paper in front of him. He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at you like he was waiting for a response to something.

"What's that?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows as you stared down at whatever he had brought home, trying to guess what it was based solely on the shape of the package. It was clearly Carols wrapping work as you looked at the neat bow that held it all together in the middle.

"Dunno. Some kind of dessert? Carol made it. Said you'd like it since you didn't get dinner. Guess it's kinda peace offering from me?" He shrugged clearly trying to ignore his own attempt at an apology at the end as he pushed the package towards you. You caught the end of the string and slowly pulled open the paper to reveal what was inside. It was a decorative tin covered in floral designs but then the smell hit you as you cracked open the tin. Inside was a batch of Carol's signature cookies you'd grown to love since you'd arrived here.

"Oh, I love that woman. Peace offering accepted." You let out a dreamy sigh as you leaned forward in your seat and picked up one of the cookies, taking a bite. In that moment you genuinely forgot about every argument you'd had with Daryl as you slowly closed your eyes and chewed the cookie. You let out a satisfied moan at the incredible flavour, at the end of the world it was rare to get something that both tasted good and was home cooked so you savoured everything you did get.

When you opened your eyes again Daryl was staring at you, there was something different in his eyes as he looked at you now but as soon as you caught him looking he cleared his throat and turned his attention to the piece of string that he now found so fascinating.

"Try one." You insisted, holding the tin out towards him. He stared at you for a second before cautiously taking one from the tin seemingly examining the ingredients. You leaned your elbows on the counter watching closely as he bit into it and chewed before smiling at his nod of approval.

"It's good." He agreed around the mouthful of cookie. You chuckled as he reached into the tin for another, messily shoving the rest of the one he already had into his mouth, the crumbles falling onto the counter. "Carol sure knows how to bake."

The two of you sat in silence around the tin of cookies for a while, simply enjoying the good food and quiet company before Daryl finally spoke again.

"I meant it the other day ya know, I ain't got nuthin' against you I just- I ain't good at this whole trustin' people thing and I got a shitty way of showin' it. It's been uh, it's been good havin' you here." You smiled warmly at him as he stumbled over his words, clearly struggling to find the right words to say to you. You could see how hard it was for him to even open up this much and you appreciated it more than you could put into words.

"Thank you, Daryl, really. It's been good bein' here too." You said as you reached your hand out and ever so gently and let your pinky finger brush against his hand, not daring anything more than that. He seemed surprised by the contact but he didn't pull away as you'd first expected. Instead, he patted the back of your hand before disappearing off towards his room.

This time you couldn't deny the feelings in the back of your mind or the race in your heartbeat as you watched him leave.

~~~

"Mind if I join ya?" You felt a light tap on your shoulder as Daryl made his way into the room and stopped behind where you were sitting on the couch. A slight smile that you were glad was becoming more common on his face.

"Sure." You agreed with a warm smile, patting the spot next to you on the couch. You chuckled as he made his way around the couch and flopped down next to you with a heavy sigh. You held out the bottle of beer you were sipping on, offering him a drink. You'd found a six-pack of them on your last run and decided to bring them home with you to finally allow yourself to unwind a little at night. Daryl happily accepted the bottle and took a large swig out of it before letting out a hum of approval, a content look on his face. You gestured towards the box of them on the coffee table, still cold from the fridge. "Help yourself."

Daryl leaned forward and grabbed a bottle, using the corner of the table to pop off the cap despite you having left a bottle opener sitting on the table next to the box. There was something about that precise movement, how swiftly he popped it open that you found incredibly attractive.

"What's the occasion? Long day?" He asked, looking over at you as he savoured the taste of the beer on his lips. You figured it had probably been just as long for him since he'd found a quiet moment for a drink like this.

"No occasion." You shrugged placing your half-empty bottle down on the table. "We just deserve a break sometimes, don't we? Thought a quiet night in would be nice.

"Now that's my idea of a fun time." Daryl laughed kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. You'd grown to enjoy Daryl's company more than you ever expected. The two of you had come a long way since you first arrived at Alexandria and the cold shoulder he gave you back then. It was moments like these, simply enjoying some quiet time together that made you feel safer than you had since before the world went to shit. Although you'd never admit it out loud, maybe you had begun to develop deeper feelings towards him that were more than platonic.

Daryl reached forward and placed his bottle down on the coffee table next to yours, the back of his hand brushing against the outside of your thigh as he settled back into his seat. You jumped, your leg flinching away at the feeling, not having expected the sudden contact or the shiver it sent through your body. You tried to play it off, moving your leg back and hoping he hadn't noticed the reaction but judging by the look on his face it was obviously too late.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to - uh sorry." He mumbled turning his face away from you so you couldn't see the embarrassment from his own awkwardness. You hadn't meant to upset him or make him think he'd done something wrong, you simply hadn't expected your own body to react in the way it did.

"It's okay Daryl." You quickly assured him, your voice soft as you spoke. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you tried to find the right words to explain it to him. "It's just- it's been a long time since- never mind."

"Since what?" He urged you on, giving you a curious look.

"I've been alone a lot since this all started, it's been a long time since I've had anyone... touch me like that. Or in any way really." This time it was your turn to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks as you realised what you'd just admitted out loud to Daryl of all people. It felt silly saying those words, you weren't exactly the only one who'd gone through this experience but it seemed to affect you more in moments like these.

He nodded slowly, not saying anything for a moment as he seemed to take in everything you said. His hand shifted across the couch cushion, back towards your leg but this time it was intentional. He hesitated for a second, clearly unsure what your reaction would be, wondering if your confession was an invitation before gently placing his hand on your thigh. He let out a sigh of relief when you didn't immediately pull away from him.

"I get that." His fingertips traced absentminded shapes across your thigh while he spoke, trying to gather the confidence to make his next move. His touch was softer than you'd expected from his usual attitude or the way he'd handled you in the woods. He looked up and met your glassy-eyed gaze, your mind already clouded just by the simplest of touches. You couldn't deny the heat that was spreading out from where Daryl touched you, your breath speeding up with each movement.

Seeing your reaction he pushed forward, letting his hand slide down to the inside of your thigh, tightening his grip and groping at your skin. You let a slight gasp fall from your lips at the feeling and he had to hold back a groan of his own at the noise you made, it was the sweetest damn sound he'd ever heard. And he wanted to spend the rest of the night trying to hear it again. "I want you. I wanna have you like that."

"Then have me." You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper as your mind already raced with the possibilities of what was about to happen. Every thought, every feeling you had pushed down over the past few weeks rose to the surface with such a force it almost knocked the air from your lungs.

That was all the permission he needed to surge forward, the hand that wasn't kneading at your thigh grasping your jaw as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You had never expected to share a kiss like this with Daryl but it was passionate, almost completely overwhelming as you both released weeks of pent of longing. You struggled to catch your breath as his mouth moved against yours turning you on in ways you didn't know were possible. You lost count of how long you stayed like that, neither of you willing to separate for a second as you made out like horny teenagers on the couch.

You could tell it truly had been a long time for both of you as you savoured every moment, your hands roaming across each other's bodies, learning every curve you could reach. Your hands found purchase on the collar of his leather vest, pulling his chest closer to yours while his hands found your waist grabbing at your hips. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, prying your mouth open as he took complete control of the kiss, his tongue slipping inside your mouth. You could taste the beer on his tongue as he explored your mouth.

"More, Daryl I need more." You let out a broken gasp as you pulled away from the kiss, tugging him impossibly closer by his vest. You were too far gone now to care how needy you sounded from just a heavy make-out session, all you knew was you needed Daryl unlike you'd needed anyone before. "I need you to touch me please."

"I gotcha." Daryl nodded, his forehead pressed against yours as his hands slid up from your waist and under the hem of your shirt. His fingers danced across your ribs, lighting your nerves on fire as he started to press kisses all along your jawline. He focused his attention on the corner of your jaw before starting to slowly move down the front of your throat. "Whatever you need I gotcha, just tell me."

His hands continued to push up your sides, dragging perfectly across your skin before he pulled away from kissing you just long enough to pull your shirt over your head and drop it to the floor next to the couch. He took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him, his eyes running across your chest and then he leaned in starting exactly where he'd left off. His lips moved downward from your throat to your collarbones until he reached your chest, leaving red marks in his wake as he sucked at your skin.

His hands fell to your waist again and this time pulled you down, manhandling you into an easier position on your back as he kneeled over you. His body caged you in, pressing you into the couch as he towered over you. In any other situation, the concentrated look in his eyes might have intimidated you in this position but it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. He slid his hands behind your back, making quick work of your bra before it joined the now-growing pile of clothes on the floor.

"Fuck Daryl!" You moaned out, your nails digging into his skin as you grasped at his arms. His hands were on your chest, groping at your breasts while his palms rolled over your sensitive nipples. Your moans urged him on as he pinched your nipples between his fingers before dropping his mouth to your chest, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across the now-exposed skin of your breasts. You were pretty sure you could get off just like this with the way his tongue dragged across your nipple, his lips closing around it as he sucked hard the feeling pooling between your legs.

"You trust me?" He asked, his voice even rougher than usual as it grew heavy with lust. You moaned out your agreement your head nodding frantically and he placed a kiss on your stomach, moving lower this time. On instinct, your legs spread wider as you released what was about to happen. "Good 'cus I've been dyin' to eat your pussy."

Any other time and you might have had the decency to blush at how vulgar Daryl's words were but now, you were turned on beyond belief and all you could think about was how close you were to coming just from hearing them. Daryl took his time, enjoying every moment as his lips ghosted across your stomach leaving dark hickeys on your hip bones but you on the other hand were more desperate. Your hands flew to your pants trying to help things along as you quickly undid the button and zipper moving to push them down.

Daryl grasped your hands and moved them above your head, shifting them to just one hand so he could pin them down to the couch leaving his other hand free to do whatever he wanted. You found the display of his size over you incredibly hot.

Apparently having decided you had waited long enough Daryl made quick work of your jeans and panties, pulling them down in one smooth movement, once they reached your ankles you helped him kick them off not caring where they landed. He settled himself down on the couch lying between your legs as he spread them further apart, taking his time as he slowly dragged his tongue across your skin but never quite where you needed him.

He focused his attention on your thighs again, sucking on the sensitive skin there as he inched forward at a painfully slow pace. Your whimpers were almost turning to begs when he finally had enough and surged forward, his tongue lapping across you. You were soaked between your legs and the second it hit his tongue it was like Daryl was drunk on your taste. His arms came up to wrap around your thighs, spreading your legs even further part so he could reach every inch of you while also pulling you down against his mouth.

There wasn't a single part of you left ignored as Daryl damn near devoured you with his tongue like a starved man. His rough stubble grazed the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs but you couldn't bring yourself to care about the mark you were sure it would leave in the morning as the slight burn added to the pleasure building in your body.

"Oh god don't stop." You cried out, your wrecked voice barely recognisable to your own ears as you dropped your hand down to bury it in Daryl's hair. He moaned out at the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp, pulling at the hair at the back of his neck and the low vibration of the noise hit directly on your clit. Daryl was getting off on this just as much as you were, rutting his hips against the couch as he tried desperately to feel you even closer. He dragged his tongue downwards until it dipped inside you, lapping up how wet you were for him. "Fuck I'm- I'm gonna-"

Your brain switched off, too overtaken with the feeling of your orgasm building to be able to speak as your words trailed off into a high-pitched whine. Daryl doubled down his focus, just wanting to make you feel good as his nose bumped your clit with every movement at this new angle. It didn't take much longer of that pace to make the tension building in the pit of your stomach finally snap. You arched up into his mouth as your head snapped back in a silent scream, your body barely even able to make a noise with the force of it. His hands pinned your hips down again as he slowed his pace but didn't take his mouth off you, coaxing you through your orgasm as he licked up everything he could.

"Holy shit that was incredible." You laughed breathlessly, your heart still hammering in your chest. Your hand moved down from his hair to caress the side of Daryl's face, your thumb rubbing across his cheekbone as he slowly pulled away and looked up at you. His eyes were heavy and hazed over, still basking in the feeling of you coming on his tongue and the taste that still lingered. You had to bite back a whimper at the sight of his beard still glistening with your wetness.

"You taste like heaven Darlin'." Daryl grinned pushing himself up on his elbows as he leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he licked at your bottom lip. There was something about the way that pet name sounded in his southern accent that had you desperate for him again already. As you ran your hands down his chest you started to grow increasingly frustrated at the fact that he still had all of his clothes on while you were lying naked on the couch. You tugged at his leather vest before starting to push it back over his shoulders.

"Take it off. Please?" You mumbled, your mind already running wild with the thought of what he was hiding underneath those clothes. You'd already found yourself on multiple occasions staring at how muscular his arms were in those short-sleeved shirts and you could only imagine his chest would be just as incredible.

He sat back and let the vest fall the rest of the way down his arms before reaching to undo the buttons of his black shirt. His hands seemed to slow as he reached the bottom buttons, almost hesitantly and when his shirt finally fell open you understood why. What you could already see of his chest and shoulders was littered with scars and you were sure his back would be different. There were years worth of stories written across his skin, some faded enough that you guessed they predated the fall of the world. Some scars you recognised as the circular marks of a bullet wound but others were longer, thinner, more precise, purposeful. When you looked back up at him there was something different in his gaze, he looked almost ashamed of his scars.

"You're perfect Daryl." You whispered wanting him to know you meant every word of it as you pressed your lips to the scar that ran along his collarbone. Slowly you slid your hands under his shirt pushing it the rest of the way off. Your hands ran down over his back, feeling the raised skin of each scar under your fingertips as you went. You took your time, pressing kisses to each scar across his chest as you worshipped his body. His arms wrapped around your waist as you did, his face buried in your hair. Eventually, your hands worked their way down to the waistband of his pants, reaching the belt buckle. "Do you want this?"

"'Course I do." Daryl nodded pulling away from you again to capture your mouth in a heated kiss, it was messy as you tried to keep up with him, your hands working on his belt and zipper. You were so lost in the way his kiss made your head spin as you gasped for air that you barely noticed as he sat up and kicked his pants to the side. He helped moved you onto your back again and leaned over you, his erection pressing against your leg as he moved closer. "You feel what you're doin' to me now?"

"Yes, please, Daryl fuck me please." You cried out your nails scratching down his back as you looked between your bodies and saw how big he was, painfully hard just for you. Your hands trailed around his waist and down his stomach, moving over his happy trail until you lightly grazed the base of his cock. He groaned at the feeling and touched your wrist, stopping you before you could make him come before he even got to feel you. He sat back and settled between your legs, pumping himself before he lined up and pushed into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of him stretching you out and he wasn't even all the way in, he was bigger than you were used to and it had been a long time since you'd had anything inside you. The end of the world didn't exactly leave much room for self-pleasure and even before it, it had been a long time. He waited for a minute, gently hushing you as he let you adjust to him before he moved your leg over his hip. He pushed forward again, this new angle letting him slide all the way in.

"Fuck yer tight." He growled, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. You couldn't form a coherent thought anymore, not with the way he hit the perfect spot inside of you. His name was the only thing you could manage among the slurred swears and moans that fell from your lips as he thrust into you.

His own voice was becoming strained, moaning in your ear as he held you as close as he could, his hips rutting against you. You could tell it wouldn't take long for you to come again with the increasingly rough pace he was setting but you tried to hold out, not wanting the feeling to end. Your body was already on edge from your earlier orgasm and your muscles burned as you tried to move your hips to meet Daryl thrust for thrust.

Instead, he pinned your hips against the couch once again and left you at his mercy, unable to move to change the pace. His thrusts were getting harder, his hips snapping against you as he lost himself in the feeling. He was just as desperate as you were, needing every second of this but knowing he was drawing close to his orgasm, not far behind you. He was determined to make you come again before he did.

He brought one hand down between your bodies and pressed his thumb against your clit, brushing over it with every thrust. You let out a guttural moan at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as you tried to grab onto anything you could to ground yourself. Knowing even the slightest touch would send you over the edge like this Daryl dropped his mouth to your chest again and the sudden feeling of his teeth grazing across your nipple had you coming in seconds.

"Daryl! Oh- fuck- ah-" You whined out not able to form a whole sentence as your whole body tensed, your hands grabbing at the back of his neck as you clung to him. You rode out your orgasm barely able to tell where it ended as you spasmed around Daryl who kept thrusting into you through it all.

It wasn't long until the force of your orgasm and your breathy moans in his ear became too and his movements stuttered, his thrusts slowly as he collapsed on top of you, coming deep inside of you. Your mind was too clouded from two of the best orgasms of your life to think about the consequences of him coming inside you right now.

You both stayed like that for a moment, clinging to each other with Daryl buried inside you. You were panting, trying to regain your breath as he slowly pressed kisses to your collarbone, his face once again finding its way to the crook of your neck. Your skin was sticky with sweat but he didn't seem to care as his heavy breaths fanned across your neck. He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed down onto the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders so he could pull you onto his chest.

"That was so worth the wait." You giggled hiding your flushed face in his chest as you came down from your high.

"Definitely." He agreed pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he brushed your hair out of your face. "Maybe it doesn't have to be the last time?"

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dyk3medown · 3 years ago

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hii, if ur comfortable with it, could you write a fic of eddie x fem!reader with any plot but to include

- sadism & masochism

- pain kink

- degradation & praise

- exhibitionism

so sorry if this is a burden to you i just rlly love ur work lol ❤️

danger zone

eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie’s knife against your throat should scare you, but your reaction couldn't be further from fear

warnings: fem reader, smut, slightly dark!eddie, dom/sub dynamics, some degradation + praise, knife play, choking, very bad bdsm etiquette, sort of autassassinophilia but to a very minor extent

a/n: this has been almost finished in my drafts for months, I'm so sorry it took so fucking long lol. unfortunately i didn't fit the exhibitionism in but i hope you enjoy anyways!!

smut under the cut <3

Eddie Munson is not a murderer.

Your mind races as you sit in Steve's car on the way to Reefer Rick's house, Eddie's supposed hideout.

He can't be… right?

You and Eddie knew each other reasonably well, though to call you friends would be a bit of a stretch. Your interactions were mostly composed of short conversations and a quick smile here and there when you passed by in the halls.

You found yourself oddly fascinated with him, and it didn't help that he made you weak in the knees every time you saw him, embarrassingly attracted to every little detail. The first time he had given you a tour of his tattoos, you had almost passed out, the sight of him pulling up his shirt enough to make you light-headed.

Contrary to his reputation, he was really a sweet guy, and you couldn't imagine him hurting someone, let alone killing them.

The car pulls up to a rather run-down house next to the lake, and you take a deep breath before climbing out of the vehicle, following your friends as they search for Eddie.

"Eddie! It's Dustin!" Dustin calls out as you enter a boathouse that's clearly seen better days. "Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help."

You look around, but much like the main house you checked first, it seems empty. "I guess he's not here, guys."

You hear a slight sound of movement, and then Eddie has you up against the wall before you can even think about reacting, the jagged edge of a broken bottle pressing against your throat as his leg slots between yours. He pins your arms above your head, both wrists held in the hand not holding the makeshift weapon.

You gasp, a noise that's only partially from surprise and sounds more like a moan. With their view of you blocked by his body, your friends are unable to see how you arch unconsciously toward Eddie, pressing forward against him.

As soon as you realize what you're doing, you slam back against the wall, praying that Eddie somehow missed what happened.

Something flickers in Eddie's gaze as you lock eyes, a look of lust that's gone so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it.

You're distantly aware of your friends shouting for Eddie to stop, but the only sounds you can focus on are his ragged breathing and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Eddie's eyebrows raise almost imperceptibly as he moves even closer, the glass digging into your throat as his thigh presses between yours.

You whimper at the feeling, desperately hoping that the others think it's a sound of fear. Trying to keep your breathing shallow, you are keenly aware that with one wrong move, the bottle could draw blood.

Any doubts Eddie might have had about how you were feeling are pushed away as he takes in your reaction, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Steve, put down the oar."

Eddie's head turns to look at Dustin, who is trying his best to talk Eddie down, while Steve slowly lowers the oar he had approached you two with.

After a few long moments, Eddie pulls the bottle back, still aimed at your throat but no longer touching your skin. You're hyper-aware of Eddie's thigh still positioned between your legs, shifting slightly underneath you as he talks with the group. Much to your shame, you can feel yourself getting wet, growing increasingly paranoid that Eddie will somehow be able to tell. You inhale sharply as he pushes against you at just the right angle, your hips bucking involuntarily.

You know you shouldn't be so turned on by a threat to your life, but your body seems unaware of that.

Eddie's attention snaps back to you, giving you a knowing look before dropping your wrists and stepping back. You just barely manage not to collapse when he moves away, your knees buckling as Robin rushes up to you. You lean on her for support, your heart still racing as you find somewhere to sit.

You zone out for most of the conversation, listening to Eddie's account of the night of Chrissy's death and then bits and pieces of the explanation of the upside down. You can't help but stare at Eddie, glancing back at him almost immediately every time you force yourself to look elsewhere. Eddie can't seem to keep his eyes off you either, gaze wandering over to you every so often.

You're fully aware of how fucked up it is that your focus is on him during a conversation about a girl's death, but you can't help the less-than-innocent thoughts that keep rising to the surface.

Eventually, after some more conversation, the others agree to go on a supply run, but Dustin insists that someone stay with Eddie just in case.

"I can stay!" You volunteer, internally cringing at how enthusiastic you sound.

"Are you sure? He was a little stabby with you," Robin mimes stabbing someone with a knife.

"It's fine," you assure her, looking over at Eddie.

"I'll be on my best behavior, scout's honor." Eddie holds up three fingers, a wry grin on his face.

"Yeah, alright, fine." Steve rolls his eyes and turns to leave, the rest of the group following behind him.

As you hear the car driving away, you're able to stop pretending like you're focusing on anything but Eddie.

"So uh," you stammer nervously as you stand, trying to think of something to say.

"So uh," Eddie mimics mockingly. "What was all that?"

Your eyes widen. "What do you mean?"

"Don't think I didn't notice the way you were acting earlier." Eddie says, a smirk growing on his face.

You feign nonchalance, pretending to examine your nails. "I don't know what you're taking about."

"Don't play dumb, princess," Eddie's voice lowers, taking on a dark tone that makes you shiver. "Did it turn you on when I pinned you up against the wall? Huh? Did I make you wet when I held that bottle to your pretty little throat?"

Your heart jumps in your throat at his words, and you can't deny the way they're affecting you, a wave of heat going through your body.

"Stop it." Your voice wavers as he stalks towards you. You stumble backward, finding yourself once again with your back against the dark wood of the boathouse.

"Why so shy?" The smirk on Eddie's face turns into a feral grin. "You were so eager before, fucking rutting against my thigh in front of all your friends."

Your chest tightens with a mix of panic and excitement as he invades your space, only a few inches separating you now.

You turn your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze, squeezing your eyes tightly shut.

"Look at me."

You keep your eyes closed, breath coming in short pants.

"I said, look at me." Eddie grabs your jaw and forces you to face him, your eyes flying open in surprise at the spark of pain that comes with his tight grip.

He takes his hand back and pulls something out of his pocket, flicking it open. He holds it up for you to see, and your breath hitches as a switchblade glints in the light, lips parting in a surprised little oh.

"I think you deserve better than some broken glass, baby," Eddie says as he lifts it to your neck, just barely brushing your skin.

"Eddie," you whimper, "please."

You're not sure if you're asking him to stop or keep going, but Eddie takes it as the latter.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll give you what you need."

Eddie tilts your chin up with the blade's tip, barely brushing his lips against yours.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you grip onto his shirt and pull him into a bruising kiss. He remains still for a moment, clearly surprised by your sudden movement, but quickly begins to kiss you back. There's little finesse in the way his lips move against yours, all technique forgotten in favor of the way he's devouring you.

You whimper as Eddie bites your lip hard enough to draw blood. He swipes his tongue over the wound and groans, grinding his hips forward against you. You can feel how hard he is in his jeans, clearly enjoying this just as much as you.

The knife travels down to the neckline of your shirt, and you gasp as Eddie slices it open, leaving it hanging loosely from your shoulders.

He takes advantage of the newly exposed skin, grabbing onto your chest roughly. Before you can protest, he cuts through your bra as well, stepping back enough to tug the remnants of your clothing down your arms.

Eddie's hands cup your breasts softly as he looks at you almost reverently, a brief moment of gentleness that's quickly gone as the hunger overtakes his gaze.

"God, who knew you'd have such pretty fucking tits?" Eddie tweaks a nipple harshly, chuckling when you cry out. "You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?"

"Uh huh," you manage to get out, so overwhelmed by what's happening that you're struggling to speak.

One of Eddie's hands trails down to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning them and unceremoniously shoving his way inside.

"Eddie!" Your back arches as he roughly plunges two fingers inside of you. It's too much all at once, and there's a sharp sting of pain with the pleasure despite how wet you've gotten.

"Fuck, you're dripping baby." Eddie's thumb rolls over your clit, and you spasm around his fingers. "You tried to act all innocent but I knew, god I knew you were just gagging for it."

You reach down and push your remaining clothing down your hips, leaving you completely naked. Hand now unrestricted, Eddie takes full advantage of the new range of motion, fingers thrusting deeper until you can feel the cool metal of his rings trying to push into you.

Eddie suddenly pulls away, leaving you gasping for air. "Get on the table."

You look to see a dusty old table sitting in the corner of the room. "I-"

Eddie cuts you off. "That wasn't a request, (Y/N)."

The look in his eyes leaves no room for protest, and you scramble over to the table. You feel like you should be embarrassed that you're letting him order you around so easily, but the only thing that goes through your mind with every command is yes. Eddie is close behind you and pushes you down the second you reach it, bending you in half over the dusty surface.

"Don't move."

You follow Eddie's instruction, keeping your arms and chest still against the table. You can hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and a zipper being pulled down, your breath hitching in anticipation.

Eddie wrenches both of your arms behind your back and wraps the belt around your wrists, the soft, worn leather biting with how tightly he binds them. Your shoulders are already starting to ache from the position, and you struggle slightly, trying to get more comfortable. A harsh slap to your ass makes you freeze and cry out.

"I thought I told you not to move," He mocks. "You aren't very good at following instructions, are you, sweetheart?"

"Eddie, please," you whine as you fight to keep yourself still.

"Be a good girl for me," Eddie lines himself up and just barely presses the head of his cock into you, "and beg for it."

Desperation taking over, you have no trouble swallowing your pride and giving him what he wants. "Please, Eddie, please fuck me!"

You muffle a scream as Eddie slams into you in one harsh thrust, wasting no time in setting a brutal pace. With no real prep, the way he's stretching you out is borderline painful, but somehow that makes it even better. You can feel every inch of him so intensely as he fucks into you, splitting you open on his cock.

He grabs your bound wrists and uses them to pull you up, causing you to arch off of the table. The switchblade is in his hand again, and he brings it to rest gently against the base of your throat as he thrusts into you roughly.

"Stay just like that, princess, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

He presses the blade just a little harder into your skin, and you whimper as you clench around him, unable to control your reaction.

"God, you're fucking filthy," Eddie moans. "Getting off to me holding a knife to your throat."

You want to hate it, to mentally distance yourself from the depraved acts you're committing, but the ever-present danger of the situation is making you wetter than you've ever been before. Eddie is clearly just as into it as you are, a constant string of moans and curses coming from behind you.

He pulls out suddenly and lets you drop back onto the table as he takes a moment to free your hands, leaving you confused and wanting him back inside you immediately. "Eddie?"

You start to push yourself up with shaking arms, but before you can fully stand, Eddie manhandles you over onto your back, lining himself up again before pushing into you with the same force as before.

"Oh, fuck." You practically sob as he angles his hips up slightly to hit the perfect spot, a new wave of pleasure making you spasm around him.

Eddie leans down, and your eyes flutter shut as he kisses you sloppily, cracking open again when you feel his hand wrap around your throat.

"Eddie!" Your eyes roll back as he slowly increases the pressure, limiting your air supply and suppressing your voice.

"Knew you'd like that. You just want to be good for me, don't you, princess? You'll do whatever I want."

You don't even try to deny it, nodding your head the best you can with your neck restrained. Eddie groans as you put your hand on top of his, encouraging him to push down harder, hips stuttering for a moment before falling back into rhythm.

"So fucking perfect for me." With how tight his grip is, you're quickly growing light-headed, and you're sure there'll be bruises left as remnants of his touch when you're done. "Take it so well."

Eddie's free hand snakes down your body to rub at your clit as his hips snap into yours even harder. At this point, you're sure you'll be walking funny for days, remembering the savage way he took you every time you sit down.

The knot in your stomach tightens as you feel yourself getting close, eyes fluttering closed as the feelings threaten to completely overwhelm you.

"You gonna cum?" Eddie looks down at you, the ever-present hunger gleaming in his eyes. "C'mon baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock."

"Eddie!" His name is the only thing you can say as your back arches, vision going white for a moment as the most intense pleasure you've ever experienced wracks your body.

Eddie's thrusts turn frantic as he desperately chases his release, pounding into you with no consideration for your comfort. You can only lay there and take it, blissed-out and practically boneless as you come down from your high.

Hips stuttering, Eddie comes with a choked-out groan of your name, and you moan softly as he spills inside of you. Eddie leans down to kiss you softly, almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the rough treatment that already has you aching in the best way. He pulls away, and you suppress a whimper as he slips out of you, oversensitivity making you wince. He tucks himself back into his pants, and you suddenly feel very exposed, completely naked, while Eddie is now fully clothed. You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest and hunching over slightly.

"Here." Eddie strips off his shirt and hands it to you.

"Thanks." You take it gratefully, slipping it over your head.

Neither of you speaks for a moment, just looking at each other in the fading light streaming through the windows.

"Eddie, I-" You're cut off by the door creaking open, your head snapping towards the sound to watch in horror as your friends make their way in, momentarily unaware of the situation in front of them.

Steve stops in his tracks as he looks around, gaze flickering from Eddie's shirtless body, to his shirt on your body, to your clothes strewn across the floor.

"What the fuck?"

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