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PEOPLE WATCHING [j. maybank]

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary jj ignoring one of his friends is strange. and off-putting. so when he does it to you, argument ensues and indifferent confessions toward one another begin to spill.

warnings rafe being an ass, mentions of abuse, semi based on s1 ep5 but also not?? don’t expect anything regarding the obx plot, reader is in a similar situation to sarah and kie’s social standing (kook-turned-pogue) !

wc 3.1k

note this song just SCREAMS jj i couldn’t not write something inspired by it! also this man is so ‘angsty-love-confession-in-the-rain’ coded why didn’t the obx writers take that chance when they had it >:(

you never thought you would see the day that jj deliberately ignored you. sure, he hated talking about his feelings, and he was too stubborn for his own good, but he had never once gone out of his way to avoid your presence. until now.

“he won’t even look at me,” you hissed at kie, eyes glued to the blond who maneuvered around groups of people, the tray in his hands lacking drinks. he had a smile on his face regardless, making small quips at people as he passed them.

kie huffed, moving her body to block off your view of jj. her lilac dress shimmered in the orange light as she said, “just give him some time. he’ll come around. he always does.”

you chewed on the inside of your cheek, spinning the ring on your index finger as you continued to try and get a clear view of him. “yeah. i guess you’re right.”

the girl in front of you grinned in a way that seemed to say i always am.

still mildly offset about jj’s attitude toward whatever it is that you had done to upset him, you took a step back from kie, situating yourself so you could comfortably watch him once again. as you did, you noticed his back was now to you, topper, kelce, and rafe appearing to slowly herd him toward the building. the trio of men wore smug smiles, and before you knew it jj had lost his tray and swung open one of the glass doors, sprinting in the direction of the restrooms.

your eyebrows knitted together in sudden urgency, hand already swatting at kiara’s bare shoulder. “kie. kie they’re chasing him-”

“who’s- oh. oh,” kie said aridly.

“we have to go,” you told her, already gathering the skirt of your sage-green dress in a hand.

kie grabbed your arm quickly. “and do what? stab them with the back of our heels?”

“if that’s what it takes,” you told her stubbornly, ripping your bicep from her grip. “stay here if you want, i don’t care, but i’m going to go help the best i can.”

you didn’t wait for her response as you started in the direction of the door, gait switching between an uneven combination of a speedwalk and a run. whether or not jj was mad at you, nothing was going to stop you from assisting him in any way possible, especially if he was severely outnumbered. rafe was practically psychotic, his solution to everything was always violence, and topper and kelce only egged him on.

the cool a/c brought goosebumps to your skin, a chill shivering its way down your spine as you swept past people and furniture. fortunately, you spotted the dark-colored bathroom door, the sound of disgruntled male voices seeping through the wood. when you recognized jj’s, you didn’t hesitate to push past the barrier, deciding the consequences could be left for future you to deal with.

middle-age men immediately protested to your appearance, but you ignored them as you hurried in the direction of the overlapped voices, and, sure enough, you found yourself walking into the midst of the kooks jumping jj.

none of the boys noticed your presence, too wrapped up in whatever they were doing to grow aware of their surroundings.

your attention zoned in on your beat-up-looking friend, the sight of kelce retaining him in a jarring choke hold resulting in your sudden outburst of, “what the fuck is going on?”

“oh, look who’s decided to join us,” rafe leered, his grin growing twice as big. jj continued to struggle against kelce’s grasp, saying your name dryly as his eyes jumped from you to the oldest cameron sibling.

“the hell is wrong with all of you?” your glare turned to kelce, his eyes narrowed in vain. “let him go or i swear to god…”

rafe’s face only continued to dwell with enlightenment at your interruption. he stood up straight and took a long stride in your direction, forcing you to spin toward him. he put less than a foot between his body and yours. “or you’ll do what-”

the air stilled as you slapped the man across the cheek, your palm stinging from the impact. even though he towered over your smaller person, you still sneered up at him, gaze narrowed as if he were no more than the scum on the bottom of your shoe. “you’re not the only one in this town who has a powerful father, rafe cameron. yours just happens to have the worst reputation.”

rafe’s fingers ghosted the flushed skin where you had struck him, eyebrows beginning to knit together as his familiar rage started to surface. he barely had time to speak, “you fucking bitch-” before someone cut in.

the flickering lights caught everyone’s regard, and you watched stiffly as kelce instantly released jj and spun on his heels. “gentlemen. ma’am,” a security guard addressed, “is there a problem here?”

jj was quick to jump in, rushing to say, “pardon me, officer, i just…” his blue eyes caught yours, but they jumped back the man in the black tux before you could give him a warning glance. “we just- well, actually, yes, there is an issue. we have a criminal trespass in progress here.”

you knew he was just doing the best he could to get you both out of the situation, yet you didn’t mask your rather disgusted expression as he continued.

“beep! call it in, right?” the blond urged. “blatant disrespect for private property.”

the boys around you nodded, avoiding eye contact with the guard. multiple yeahs circled the room.

“we’re in violation of all kinds of shit, sir,” jj said, barely taking the motion to glance at you over his shoulder. he turned to kelce, plastering on a fake smile. he began to straighten the cyan-colored bow tie. “but these young gentlemen…” his hand was quickly swatted away. “...uh, caught us, sir, and they were about to take us away. which is what you should do; escort us out of here.”

you watched as jj offered up his wrists before looking back at you. his brows jumped to his hairline in a silent plea to just go along with the nonsense spewing out of his mouth. still mildly irritated at him and everything about whatever the fuck is going to happen as a repercussion, you exhaled sharply and took a few steps in his direction, sending a glare in rafe’s direction.

your arm brushed against jj’s as you mimicked his actions. “you caught us, officer.”

the man rolled his eyes, but reached behind you, hands roughly grabbing onto yours and jj’s biceps. “come on.”

but jj seemed to feel that he needed to add to the situation, his adhd never failing to shine in moments like these. he turned to kelce again as rafe moved closer, topper behind him. “fix that tie, son. oh, and you’re lookin’ quite spiffy too. you powerpuff girls have fun, alright?”

just as the guard was about to lead you both through the exit, rafe shouted your name. “you know you’re pretty hot for a ‘pogue!’”

jj spun before you could even react, already storming in the direction of the smirking boy. ‘mister security’ left you standing in the doorway as he trudged over to the beginnings of a fight and ripped your friend from the group. “let’s go,” he snuffed, shoving the blond harshly.

you avoided jj’s aggravated gaze as you locked eyes with rafe, still being pushed by the man. raising a hand, you flipped him off. “suck my dick, cameron.”

“knock it off,” the guard said, his fingers squeezing the flesh of your arm. his warning compelled you to turn away, huffing air through your nose in annoyance.

rafe scoffed a laugh from his spot, highly entertained by the sight before him. “hey, safe travels back to the cut, you two!”

“this shit ain’t over!” jj hollered, earning a harsh shove in the direction of the exit.

as the man directed you and jj out of the building, you made a point to not bother interacting with the boy, ignoring his existence entirely, just as he had done to you previously. talking to him at the moment would only result in yelling at each other, and the idea of that was rather repulsive.

finally pushing past one of the glass doors, you attempted to wrench your arm away. it only ended with the guard’s hands squeezing even tighter. “dude, i can walk by myself- let me go.”

jj tried the same thing as you passed a distressed-looking kiara. “yeah, we have legs. can’t you see that, daryl? and, hey, thanks for the ‘discretion.’ let us just walk out by ourselves, yeah?”

nearly stumbling on stairs because of your heels, you made a noise out of exasperation, eagerly pulling back. “give me- oh my god, just let us go!” as heads started to turn in your direction, you desperately hoped that one of your parents would show up, but as daryl continued to haul you and jj (who continuously made comments to the people he passed) away from everything, you made one last hopeless attempt to get him to let go.

“wait!” you said, this time actually tripping on your heels. faking a stumble, you very nearly successfully fell out of daryl’s grasp. “these shoes are killing my feet. let me at least take them off if you insist on dragging us through the mud.”

he rolled his eyes, but loosened his grip.

bending slightly, you raised your left foot off the ground, undoing the buckle of your heel. as you stepped out of the shoe, you went to do the other, stealing a glimpse at jj. this is too easy.

finally standing on the bare ground, you turned back to daryl, shoving your heels to his chest. “would you mind holding these for me? thanks.” using the best of your strength, you threw him off, jj happily doing the same, and began backing in the opposite direction just as your father appeared from behind mr. carrera. his face went from confusion to anger in the span of less than three seconds, and you knew you’d be in for the biggest lecture of your life when you confronted your parents later. but for now, all you wanted to do was get off the property.

and jj seemed to have a similar idea, as his fingers brushed against your left hand, gesturing with the jut of his chin when you made eye contact with him. “come on.”

unable to help the satisfied smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, you turned away, quickly following jj into the darkness as kie called after you.

“okay, i think we’re far enough,” you huffed heavily, slowing to a walk beside jj.

he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair as he nodded. for once he had nothing to say, and it made you stop on the sidewalk.

“so that’s it?” you started, grabbing his elbow and forcing him to look at you. “you’re just going to go back to ignoring me? after everything that just happened back there? at least tell me what i did for you to treat me like this.”

his blue eyes averted your own as he chewed on his busted bottom lip.

“what did i do, jj?” you asked as your arm fell back to your side, annoyance slipping into despair. “just tell me.”

jj looked at you, and even in the strained moonlight could you just now see how badly his upper left cheek was bruising. he was fiddling with the hem of his white button-up shirt as he stood, stubbornly remaining quiet.

sighing, you took a step closer, the pavement cool under your bare feet. he flinched back when you went to raise a hand. you licked your lips. “did…did rafe and the others do this?”

stiffening, jj lifted his chin and looked down at you, his expression morphed into something between disgust and vacancy. “no,” was all he said.

“oh,” you breathed, your body running cold, even in the humid night air. of course. “maybe you should come back home with me. i can-”

“no,” jj repeated more firmly, shaking off your words. “no, i don’t need your pity right now. go back to midsummers. you and kie looked like you were having loads of fun.”

you scoffed in sudden disbelief, realizing what this was about—why he had been ignoring you for nearly a full day. “i’m not- i’m not offering to care for you out of pity,” you told him bitterly. “you’re my friend, jj, and i’ll always try and protect you when i can. i’m sorry that you’re too naive to realize and accept that.”

jj took a step back, his hands balling into fists as he shook his head. “i don’t need your protection. i don’t need your compassion, or whatever the hell you wanna call it,” he spat. “and i don’t need you.”

“you’re just saying that,” you protested quickly, swallowing down the crack in your voice and blinking back the sharp sting of tears.

shaking his head again, jj’s lips pressed into a thin line. “go back to that big, shiny house of yours.” he wasted no time in turning around, his back straight as he walked away, the clarity of his figure growing less and less as he retreated.

unable to process the moment, you ran a hand over your face, forcing yourself to keep your composure and not yell out to him. what the fuck just happened? you thought, panic beginning to set in as jj officially disappeared around the block.

what am i going to do?

the house was quiet when you entered, and after a quick call for your parents, you realized they were still partying away at the country club. it was somewhat of a relief.

feet sore and dirty, you began to rid yourself of your jewelry, unclasping the chains around your neck and picking off the rings on your fingers. you set them on your nightstand as you shut your bedroom door, immediately falling onto your bed.

lying back to stare at the beige ceiling, you inhaled deeply, running through the events that had taken place. and it had all ended in jj leaving you. for how long, you didn’t know—didn’t even want to think about it. so, with one last sigh, you stood from your mattress, stripped yourself down, and headed toward the bathroom, already thinking up a plan for tomorrow.

“look, i wasn’t trying to make a scene,” you explained over the phone, shrugging your shoulders even though your parents couldn’t see. “it just…happened, i guess. i’m sorry.” there was a tense pause, filled by the sound of your dad sighing on the other end of the line. “can i please go now? we can talk as soon as i get home later, i swear.”

you heard unintelligible whispers before your mom said, “you cannot keep blowing us off.”

“i know, i know.” you really did not want to have this conversation when you were nearly at jj’s house, the sky murky with dark clouds. “again, i’m sorry, but you know i don’t normally do stuff like this, so can you guys please ease off?”

“fine. only for a few hours. i want you home soon, it’s supposed to storm today. we will talk later.” your dad said roughly, irritation laced in his voice.

shoulders visibly sagging, you couldn’t help but nod in relief. “yes, thank you. love you both.” with that, you impatiently clicked the red button on the screen as jj’s house appeared. pocketing your phone, you spotted the blond in his yard, squatting next to his red dirt bike. and for a split second, you were just happy to see him, the events circling last night forgotten.

you approached quietly, making just enough noise to let him know someone was walking over. as his head turned, your jaw went slack at the fresh bruise blooming along his jawline. you cleared your throat. “hi.”

“hey.” jj returned to his bike.

“i, uh…i came to talk.” thunder rumbled from somewhere above. “about last night. about us.”

the entire way here you rehearsed what you were going to say, switching things out or removing them completely, but now, when he stood and looked over at you with a somewhat pissed-off expression, you found your tongue to be dry and your mind blank.

“what’s there to talk about.” he said it more like a statement and less like a question. “there’s nothing to talk about.”

you licked your lips as droplets started to wet your shoulders and scalp. “we both know that’s not true, jj.”

he wiped his hands on a cloth before tossing it into an open toolbox. shaking his head and sauntering forward, he said again, “there isn’t anything to talk about. you say you care about me, but you don’t. you don’t. do yourself a favor and stop lying to yourself. stop lying to me.”

“no, i do care, okay?” the raindrops began to fall harder, yet the only thing you were worried about was getting your point across. getting jj to understand. “i have cared about you for as long as i have known you. that first night at the chateau with the others…when you finally let me in…i didn’t know then, but i know now—i love you. a lot.”

jj scoffed and shook his head with an incredulous smile, his stare glued to the soaked grass, ignoring the weight of your confession. “you don’t know anything, alright? that night didn’t mean anything to anyone.”

“yes, it did!” you persisted loudly, frustrated with both him and yourself.

“no, it didn’t!” he snapped, reaching forward and grabbing the sides of your shoulders in exasperation. when you flinched at his yelling, a sudden wave of realization washed over him, and he released you with a step back, blinking rapidly against the rain. “nothing happened; nothing is happening.” he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than you. “you’re a kook. and i’m a pogue. we belong on two very different sides of this island.”

“jj,” you said softly. he remained still, hair stuck to the sides of his face as you went to cup it, palms resting against his wet skin. “just give in. for one pathetic second just forget about the social economic standing of everything and give in to me. please.” you weren’t sure whether the wetness on your face was your tears or the rain. “i know you want to, but you aren’t letting yourself. nothing you say or do will push me away. you’re stuck with me, pogue or not.”

his gaze flickered vicariously between your eyes and mouth, internally fighting with his own feelings. but, ultimately, you could see that your words had struck deep enough—that as the chill of cold water drenched your clothes and hair, as his warm fingers wrapped delicately around your wrists, thumbs sliding against your skin, you had won.

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Rise : Chapter Eleven

A Rafe Cameron Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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CHAPTER TEN | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER TWELVE

Your head pounded. You winced at the discomfort, reaching blindly for the bottle of water you kept on the nightstand next to the bed. But when your hand only swept through air, you finally peeled your eyes open. The room you were in looked vaguely familiar. As you sat up, your head screamed & you held it in your hands, massaging it. Then you felt the lump just below your hairline. What the…

Then it all came flooding back to you.

Nuha’s health, Bear & you splitting off, your attempt to get to Adrianna, one of Rafe’s men knocking you out.

Asshole.

But you couldn’t be surprised. This was the new world. Assault first, questions later. Or at least you hoped.

Biting back the pain, you slipped off the bed. You looked around. It was the room you & Sayyed had shared when you all lived there. How fitting.

You went to the door, expecting it to open but it didn’t budge.

“Seriously?” You said to no one. There was no lock on the door, but they must have installed one on the other side. “Fucking great.”

In a fit of frustration, you kicked it once. But just after you had, the handle jiggled & turned, the door opening. You instantly bounced back, preparing for the same man who hit you to appear. But this time, it was a friendly face.

“Kai!” You breathed a sigh of relief, rushing forward & hugging him.

He hugged you back after closing the door behind him.

“I’m relieved it’s you.” You shared, pulling back to look at him. But the happiness you felt was brief. He looked fucked up, like lost a fight fucked up. He sported a black eye & had some bruising on his jawline.

“What happened to you?” You frowned.

Kai’s eyes shifted uneasily as he moved you backwards to sit on the bed, “What are you doing here, _____?”

You didn’t want to change subjects so easily, concerned about your friend, but you were forced to remember why you were here.

“I need Adrianna. It’s Nuha, she’s sick. Not that sick, but we think she won’t make it & we need Adrianna to help her.”

Kai sighed, looking forlornly at the floor. He shook his head as he peeked at the closed door, “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“But I had to. Nuha needs her.”

Kai chewed on his lip, “That doesn’t matter. Everything comes at a price now.”

“What are you talking about?”

But when Kai didn’t say anything, you shook him, desperate for answers.

“I’m talking about Rafe.” He lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes constantly straying to the door as if he was scared of what was on the other side. Kai looked you in the eyes, “He won’t let Adrianna leave, & if he knows you’re here…”

“He doesn’t know I’m here?” That was odd.

“No, & I’d like to keep it that way. I want to help you get out of here before he gets back.”

You were grateful for his concerns, but you couldn’t worry about yourself, you had to at least try for Nuha.

“Kai, I can’t. Nuha, she—”

“I know what you said.” Kai cut you off abruptly, his voice turning harsh, impatient. He stood up then, staring hard at you, “But we can’t help you. You’ll have to find another way.”

No. You wouldn’t accept that.

“I am not leaving here without Adrianna. Kai, I’m not.”

He stared at you, his eyes filled with fear, worry, anger. But as you two held eye contact, he finally shook his head, “Then I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Kai crossed the room to the door. As he opened it, he glanced at you over his shoulder, “If you’re here when Rafe gets back, don’t expect to leave. Ever.”

“Wait, Kai—”

But he closed the door behind him & you listened as he relocked it.

“Goddamnit!” You spit, running your hands through your hair.

Now what?

So far, Kai had been right. There was no way out. Out of the room at least. The door still wouldn’t budge & the room had been wiped clean of any potential items that would help you break out. The windows themselves were nailed shut. They hadn’t been like that when you stayed here. Rafe had turned the lakehouse into a prison. And you were one of its prisoners.

Kai never came back to check on you, not even to bring water or food. And after scouring the room, your backpack wasn’t anywhere to be found either. They definitely had it, probably having already taken everything out of it for themselves, not that there would be much anyway. You tired yourself out after trying to pull the nails out of the window. Breaking them & jumping out would be an option but the sound of glass breaking would only bring notice to yourself. There was no way to get out without drawing attention. And the more you sat by yourself in that room, the louder Kai’s warning echoed.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the room for before you hear a collection of voices outside.

Moving from the bed, you peeked out the window. You gulped at the sight of Rafe just below. He was with Adrianna, Micah, & the second man you had seen with them a month ago. Kai & the man who knocked you out met them halfway on the deck. Their voices were low enough that you couldn’t make out what they were saying but as you continued to watch, Rafe’s eyes suddenly flew up to where you stood. You pushed yourself backwards, out of sight. There was no question that they were telling them about you being up there. Hiding was pointless. But you still hid.

Your heart was racing, your stomach flipping.

A door slammed downstairs & you stared at the door to your room. Footfalls sounded throughout the lower level until you heard them on the stairs. He was coming.

You quickly glanced around the room but there was no object you could use to defend yourself if it came to it. It would be you against Rafe & all his rage.

The door handle jiggled & you watched in horror as it finally unlocked, the door swinging open.

Rafe stood on the other side of the threshold, not stepping through, just staring at you. Everything about him scared you in that moment.

The lack of light in the hallway behind him only added to his sinister stance. He cocked his head as he took you in, as you took him in.

“It’s really you.” He finally said. But you couldn’t say anything. You hated how pathetic you likely looked but there was nothing you could say or do that would intimidate him. He was the boss here.

“Finally coming crawling back, huh?” Rafe finally stepped into the room, closing the door behind him though his eyes never left you.

“I’m not crawling back.” You responded in short.

Rafe chuckled darkly at that. He leaned against the door then, his arms crossing in front of his chest, “No?”

“I need Adrianna’s help.” You told him, trying to steel yourself against his heated stare.

“Okay.”

Okay? You frowned at his response. You knew better than to mistake that as an acceptance.

“Okay, so. Can I see her?”

Rafe smiled, shaking his head, “No.”

You pressed your lips together, not wanting to react the way you knew he was wanting you to. You inhaled sharply, trying to think a way out of this. But Rafe interrupted your thoughts.

“You really think you can come back here asking for help & getting what you want without consequence?”

“What consequence? I didn’t come here as a threat.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened at that. He uncrossed his arms & stepped forward, slowly moving towards you. You backed further but was met with the wall quickly. There was no more space to put between you as he continued moving forward.

“Are you forgetting about how you kicked us out? Sent us away like we were nothing, meant nothing.”

Of course you hadn’t.

“Or how about how you let your precious boyfriend pick a fight with me after you left me alone in the woods?”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. Is that what this was about? His pride? Ego?

“Rafe—”

“No!” Rafe shouted. He was now at the foot of the bed. Only a few between the two of you, “I’m talking. You’re listening.”

A shudder parted your shaky lips.

“You really think that we’re still friends?” Rafe grinned madly, “In this world? How…naïve. Friends don’t exist anymore.”

“Look, I know you’re upset about how everything went down but this is bigger than that.”

“I don’t give a fuck if Nuha dies.” Rafe revealed, “I don’t give a shit about any of them. What I care about is my survival.”

You wanted to rebut how selfish he was being but knew better. He was not who he was before the world ended. He said it as such, he didn’t give a shit about any of you.

“Fine.” You tried to appear unfazed by his admittance, “Then I’ll just go.”

The likelihood of surpassing Rafe easily, let alone actually leaving the lakehouse, didn’t escape you. But you tried to play it as coolly as possible. However, as expected, Rafe stepped in front of you. You nearly ran into him as he did, so you went to step back but he shot a hand out, gripping your wrist harshly.

“You’re not going anywhere, _____.” Rafe stared down at you, his eyes carrying that mischievous glint you knew so well, “We both know that.”

And you did. But you feared your stay here would end with you in the ground.

You felt like a piece of meat surrounded by ravenous vultures. Rafe had brought you down from the bedroom shortly after your reunion, & now you were surrounded by former friends & new enemies.

You were sat on the couch in the living room as the others stood around you. They were bickering, arguing about what to do with you. Right in front of you. You knew well enough that it was a scare tactic, & it was working. You were terrified.

“We should just fucking get rid of her.” Micah shared shamelessly. When he first laid eyes on you as Rafe brought you downstairs, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was the first one to get his hands around your neck. The look in his eyes felt like you were staring at death itself.

“We’re not doing that.” Rafe responded, much to Micah’s disapproval. He cast you a murderous glare. How could he still blame you for Millie’s death?

The other two men—whose names were Matt & Robbie—were leaning towards Micah’s suggestion. You surmised it was easier for them to want to get rid of you since they didn’t know you, but what did that say about Micah? Fortunately, it was three against three though. Rafe, Adrianna, & Kai were against your death, while the other three were for it. But what the three who wanted you dead didn’t account for was that Rafe’s word was final.

“So now we’re just gonna have another mouth to feed?” Micah stared at Rafe.

“Maybe.” Rafe seemed wholly unbothered by Micah’s challenge, “But she’ll earn her keep first.”

“Kill me.” You interjected, much to the surprise of Kai who sat near you on the couch.

Adrianna’s brows creased, “What?”

“I don’t want to stay here.” You admitted, knowing it was probably stupid to say, but if they were going to kill you, they’d take you outside to do it & out there you’d have a better chance of escaping. “Micah will kill me the second I turn my back on him.”

“You won’t be alone with him.” Rafe informed you but you ignored him.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m clearly not safe here. I’m not a friend. These three,” you gestured to the three men standing across from you by the fireplace, “want me dead. And Micah is right. You’re not gonna take care of me either unless I pull my weight & if I’m being honest, I’m not going to.”

Adrianna’s concerned eyes flashed to Rafe’s to gauge his reaction.

“So, you want us to kill you?” Rafe rounded to the front of the couch to face you. You stared up at him.

“It’s gonna happen sooner or later.” You told him, “We both know that.”

Rafe narrowed his eyes, seemingly contemplating your words. Then he stepped forward, kicking your legs apart so he could stand between them. You leaned further into the couch, but it did little to ease you. He was asserting his authority before you, before everyone.

“Everyone out.” Rafe’s voice was hard, stiff.

“Dude, Rafe.” Micah started but Rafe tossed him a glare over his shoulder, “Out. Now.”

You wetted your lips, your nerves shot as you watched in your peripheral as the others filed out of the house. Kai was the last to leave & you noted the look of fear in his eyes. Once they were all out, the sliding glass door sealed shut, you were officially left alone with Rafe.

“Do you want to die, _____?” He remained where he stood between your legs.

You scoffed, trying to hide your own fear, “Of course I don’t. But I’ve seen how easy it is for you to get rid of someone who won’t pull their weight. I’m not stupid. I know what comes after that.”

Rafe nodded but said nothing. Then he bent over at the waist, placing each hand on the back of the couch until he was completely leaned over you. “You’ve seen me?”

Right. Rafe never knew about you seeing them in the woods across the lake a month ago. None of them did. It’s the only reason you & the others were able to escape.

“The old man.” Your voice was growing softer, lower.

“What old man?”

“The one you killed. Or Micah killed, whatever.”

“You saw that?” Rafe looked mildly impressed, “What were you doing out there?”

You gulped. Did you lie? Say you were out scavenging, or did you admit the truth? That you were seeking them out, to be with them.

“Ahh.” Rafe smirked, “I get it now. You must’ve found my note.”

Your lack of response confirmed his suspicions.

“I wouldn’t have wasted you like that guy. He was useless.”

“He was innocent.” You bit back, “And you still killed him. You’ll only do the same to me.”

Rafe stared at you, his eyes tracing the features of your face, “I’d never hurt you. Not seriously, anyway.”

A frustrated gasp left you, you shook your head, “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” Rafe reached up to brush your hair behind your shoulders. A wave of goosebumps left in his wake. “You’re the last person in this world I’d hurt.”

“Then let me go.” You pleaded, “I’ll tell the others that I didn’t find you guys. We’ll stay separated.”

At the mention of the others, Rafe’s mood changed drastically. His eyes darkened as he stood straight, knocking your legs out of the way as he left you on the couch. You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he opened an ice chest. He pulled out two bottles of beer, popping the cap off both. He returned to you, offering you one. You ignored the offer. He sighed annoyingly before placing it on the coffee table. Then he sat down on the edge of the table, taking a swig of the beer himself before looking at you.

“Where are the others?”

You shook your head, “You know I’m not going to tell you that.”

Rafe smiled knowingly, likely having anticipated your refusal.

“Why? Scared I’m going to go after them.”

“I know you will.” You admitted, “You said it yourself earlier. About consequences for kicking you out.”

Rafe nodded in agreement, “You need Adrianna for Nuha.”

You said nothing, not liking the look in his eyes.

“I’ll let you take her.”

What? The mistrust on your face was evident as Rafe filled in the gaps for you, “But we come with.”

“No.” You replied fast. “It’s Adrianna alone or no one at all.”

“No one?” Rafe questioned, “Not even yourself.”

You released a deep exhale, “Not even me.”

“They won’t come looking for you?”

“I told them not to.” You revealed. It didn’t matter what Rafe knew as long as he didn’t know where they were.

“Wow.” Rafe laughed sheepishly, “It’s interesting seeing how readily you are to give yourself up to protect them. Where was that when Sayyed was kicking us out?”

“It was for the best & you know it.” Rafe would never understand, & you didn’t expect him to.

“The best?” He glared at you. You saw a vein pop in his neck. “You scared of me, _____?”

The answer was obvious, but you still couldn’t admit it out loud. So you ventured through another route, “I don’t know you.”

Your answer intrigued him.

“I used to.” You continued, “But not anymore. You’re violent, selfish, reckless.”

A scream burst from you at the sound of glass shattering. Your body shook as you stared at the wall to your left as beer dripped from the center of it.

“Violent?” Rafe stood up, his face growing red, “Selfish? Reckless?”

Before you could put up a fight, Rafe reached down & snatched your jaw, pulling you up from the couch so he could press his nose against yours, “Violent like how I kicked that creep’s ass for putting his hand up your skirt at last year’s summer break party?

You winced as he dug his fingers into your cheeks, his nails stinging the skin there, “Selfish like how I rallied the others to get Micah back from those fucking losers?”

“Rafe, please, you’re hurting me!” You winced as he used his other hand to grip the back of your hair, angling your neck painfully so you were forced to look up at him more, “Reckless like how I would go out there right now & put a bullet in Micah’s skull if it meant you felt safer?”

“Don’t.” You whined.

“Is that what you mean?” When you said nothing he pulled your hair harder, making you cry out, “Huh?! Is it?!”

“Let go!” You pushed against him, but he didn’t budge. Instead he tossed you onto the couch. You barely had time to recover before Rafe was on top of you.

“You want violent? Selfish? Reckless?” Rafe huffed in your ear as he reached for the top of your shorts. “I’ll show you then.”

“Rafe, no!” You screamed as his nails left scratch marks down your hips & thighs, ripping your shorts & underwear away from your body.

“Shut up.” His voice was low as he wrestled with you, “You stupid bitch.”

You flipped onto your back, aiming to kick him in the chest but he caught your leg before swiping your face with the back of his hand. A pained gasp escaped you at the physical assault. Rafe forced your legs apart & made room for himself between them.

“Stop, no, no, please, Rafe, no!”

He clapped a hand over your mouth as hot tears spilled from your eyes. Your fists did nothing to deter him as he shimmied his jeans down his hips, pulling himself out. The sight of his erect cock forced you to fight back harder but every pitiful punch or attempt to kick him off was futile. Rafe was going to take what Rafe wanted.

“Rafe!” A shout came from behind the couch, & you couldn’t see who it was, but in the midst of chaos you recognized it as Kai’s, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Get the fuck outta here!” Rafe hollered behind him as he used his hand to situate his dick near your entrance. Fuck, please no!

“Oh my god.” It was female this time, & that meant Adrianna. “Rafe, stop it!”

Over Rafe’s shoulder, you saw as Kai raced towards the two of you, but just as he was about to reach you two, Micah appeared & caught him by the back of his shirt, throwing him backwards. Rafe, much to your relief, paused in his assault to see what the commotion was.

“Get him the fuck out before I bury him next to Millie!”

Micah stared wide-eyed at the two of you, but unlike the looks of concern on Kai & Adrianna’s faces, he seemed excited. Like he was pleased with Rafe for doing what he was doing. In that moment, all of the happy memories of Micah in your mind were completely wiped. You didn’t know him either.

In the brief moment of distraction that you had, you swiped Rafe’s hand from your mouth & knocked your head into his. The impact was dizzying & you felt immediately nauseous, but you had no time to waste. Rafe rolled off you & you slipped off the couch, running for the back of the house.

“Goddamnit!” Rafe screeched, “Get a fuckin’ hold on him!”

But you were only reaching the corner to the hallway that led to the rear entrance when you heard Rafe running after you. You raced forward, the back door just a few feet away. You didn’t care if you had to run all night & all day with no backpack, half nude to escape Rafe. You wouldn’t quit running.

Just as your hand touched the doorknob though, you felt another yank on your hair. A yelp left you as Rafe turned you around to face. The look on his face was horrifying. You resisted against him, but he only glared hotly at you.

“I told you, _____.” Rafe began, “You’re not going anywhere.”

And then he slammed your face into the wall. Immediately, you tasted blood in your mouth as you collapsed to the ground. The hallway was dark & your vision blurred & swaying as you clung to consciousness. Rafe towered over you, watching as you slowly lost your grip on reality. This was it, you thought to yourself, Rafe would never let you go.

You woke with a start, practically falling off the bed you woke up on, but a pair of hands prevented you from doing so. You spun around & were faced with none other than Rafe. He was shirtless, lying under the sheets with you. A white hot pain flared at the center of your face & you whined.

“That’s what happens when you fight back.” Rafe commented as you gently touched your nose. You winced at the minor contact. Then you glanced down at yourself. You were completely naked but as you wriggled under the covers, you didn’t feel sore anywhere else except your face.

“They may have called me Roofie Rafe in school, but I actually prefer my girls awake.” Rafe shared, surmising what you were realizing.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You spit. You wanted to get off the bed, away from him, but his hands were secure on your hips as he stared at you. “That you want me to be awake while you rape me?”

Rafe sighed, annoyed, “Would you rather I fuck you while you’re unconscious?”

“I’d rather you leave me the fuck alone, Rafe!” You yelled, “Let me go!”

And so the events of the previous night began where they left off. Rafe wrestled you onto your back, & you cried & fought against him as he found himself a place between your legs.

“Shh, shh.” Rafe cooed, attempting to calm you but it only provided the opposite, “It’s nothing we haven’t done before.”

You shed more tears, recalling your tryst in the woods. But that had been different. Somewhat. At least you had coke to fuel your desires then.

And as if reading your mind, Rafe reached into the nightstand on your side of the bed, pulling out a little baggie of white power. You realized it was the exact same one he had given you. You had kept it in your backpack.

“You never partook in my gift.” Rafe commented, “Maybe now you’ll want to. Whatever is easier. Because this is happening, whether you want it to or not.”

You shook beneath him, staring at the baggie dangling from between his fingers. You hadn’t touched the shit since your night with Rafe in the woods. You didn’t want to. But in that moment, it was the only sort of reprieve you could think of that would make what Rafe would undoubtedly do next easier.

“What do you say?” Rafe smiled, “For old times’ sake.”

Sniffling, you warily reached for it, but as you did Rafe pulled it away. He leaned back to stay kneeled on the balls of his feet, still between your legs. He then grabbed your forearm & pulled you to sit up as well.

You tried to calm your racing heart as you watched Rafe pour a bump out onto the fatty part of his hand. Then he offered it to you, his brows raised with expectancy.

“Open up.”

Leaning forward, you sealed one nostril as you inhaled the substance with the other. You smacked your lips together as you tasted the grains in the back of your throat. Rafe poured out another for himself. You two did two more bumps together. And for a moment, despite being fully naked together, despite the pain in your nose, despite how your former friends were downstairs knowing what was happening upstairs, you were cast into a memory. One where you & Rafe would sneak into his room at frat parties to do a couple lines. You remembered how this man was once a friend, a confidant. And now, there he was getting you coked out so he could have his way with you.

You knew in the morning you would never be able to look at yourself the same way again.

When there was barely any left in the baggie, Rafe dipped his finger inside & collected the remaining powder onto his index finger. Then with his other hand, he cupped your chin & angled your face upwards. At this point, you were high, scarily & blissfully so. It had been so long since you’d done coke, & you missed the euphoria of carelessness if always gave you.

Rafe used his thumb to tug on your lower lip, exposing your gumline, then he rubbed his finger with the coke on it along your gums. You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as his eyes stared at his finger in your mouth. Without thought, you closed your lips around his finger, sucking it lightly.

He smirked at that, “There she is.”

Pulling his finger from your mouth, Rafe then sealed your lips with his own. You felt yourself frowning as he kissed you, but you were having a hard time remembering why. You knew why, but you just couldn’t feel why anymore.

As Rafe continued to bite & lick your lips, you felt him gently push you back until you were lying flat on the bed. He threw the covers off the both of you & hooked one of your legs over his hips. It was then that you felt the prodding at your entrance. You gasped, pulling out of the kiss & felt your fingers dig into his shoulders as he slowly began to push into you.

A pleased sigh sounded in your ear as Rafe finally bottomed out. Then he leaned onto an elbow to look at you. You couldn’t look away from him as he shifted his hips & began to fuck you.

“You don’t have any idea how often I’ve thought about this.” Rafe confessed breathlessly. “How many nights I spent in that house hearing you, picturing you, wanting it to be that was making you feel good.”

You didn’t. Sayyed had been right. Rafe never saw you as a friend.

“Now,” Rafe kissed from your collarbone to your jawline back to your mouth, “I can fuck you as much as I want, whenever I want.”

Shivers shot up your spine as Rafe’s cock stroked your G-spot. You couldn’t help the mewl that escaped you. It felt so good, too good. But you shook your head. Images of him hitting you, ripping your clothes off kept flashing in your mind. Tears returned but you weren’t crying. You weren’t sure what you were. Neither here nor there. Not really. Somewhere in between, floating aimlessly.

Rafe’s hips snapped against yours as his pace picked up, & you could do nothing but cling to him as he fucked you mercilessly. Your thoughts, feelings, memories, fears all blended together, confusing you as you felt yourself getting pushed closer & closer to the edge. You fluttered your eyes closed, trying to make sense of the world but there was no world. That much you knew. And right now, your world consisted of only Rafe. How he would love to know that.

You felt a hand cup the side of your face, “Look at me.”

Without thought, you opened your eyes, & Rafe was all you saw. All you felt. He grinned a maddening grin.

“You’re in my world now, _____.” A strained moan left your throat as you felt your orgasm crash around you. Rafe’s face blurred into the background as you spasmed around his cock, milking it. He groaned proudly.

“And you’re never leaving it.”

It was evening when your mind became yours again. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the window. You couldn’t face the rest of the room. The unmade bed, the smell of sex in the air, all of it a brutal reminder about how you had let Rafe rape you. Fuck the coke, you had stopped fighting. You promised yourself you never would, but you had. Easily.

The only realization that brought you any comfort was that the others would be safe. Nuha may die, but if she didn’t at least her, Sayyed, & Bear would be safe, far away from Rafe. It was that thought alone that made what you had done okay. They would never know about your betrayal. And they would live.

A knock sounded on the door behind you. You stood up, facing it. After Rafe got what he wanted you, he rewarded you with your clothes. But you still felt naked as the person stepped into the room. It was Robbie. The one who knocked you out. He was tall, over six feet, & was built like a footballer. You thoughtlessly wondered why someone of his size hadn’t taken Rafe out, but small minds were easily corrupted, body size be damned.

“Come with me.”

“Where?” You stayed where you stood. If you didn’t trust Rafe & Micah, you trusted these strange men even less.

“Don’t worry, princess. Rafe says you’re not to be harmed.”

You scoffed internally at that. Rafe had hurt you the most.

“Now, come with me before I drag you out of here.”

Swallowing your refusal, you rounded the bed & slipped by him, sure not to touch him as he led the way down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Robbie brought you into the kitchen & you were concerned to see everyone waiting in there.

Rafe had a map laid out on the island but lifted his eyes to yours when you entered.

“What?” You asked.

“I never thought you were smart,” It was Micah who spoke first as he smirked snobbishly at you, “but you really are fucking dumb.”

Rafe cast him a look but said nothing.

Confused by what Micah was referring to, your eyes finally focused on the map. It looked like the one you had to help you navigate from the cabin you lived in with the others back to the lakehouse here. But as you stepped closer, you felt the air leave your lungs. It wasn’t just any map. It was your map. How could you be so fucking stupid? Because right there, circled in black eighty miles north of the lakehouse was the cabin.

Your eyes flashed to Rafe’s. He smiled.

“Looks like you’re gonna get your wish after all.” He said, nodding towards Adrianna, “We leave in twenty.”

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Hello i saw you were taking requests maybe? could you do one with canon levi where him and fem!reader get into a fight and she thinks hes going to leave her and he has to comfort her but in his own levi way of comforting because hes awkward

"because he's awkward" LMAO

i actually had a flare-up the other day and ran into this exact situation with my partner so you bet i channeled all my irl angst into this

Just Go | Levi Hurt/Comfort Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 2.8k ✧ notes ➼ only lightly proofread because i'm sleep deprived ✧ warnings: some mentions of maladaptive coping mechanisms

“Give me a break already,” Levi said with an irritated groan. “I’m sick of this shit.”

Although you had essentially written an entire paper in your head to prove your point, that had gone flying out the window after he spoke.

I’m sick of this shit.

At that point, you could no longer recall what it was that you two were arguing over. Your mind fixated on that one phrase he had just muttered at you. It had taken you all of your energy to even gather the courage to bring it up and he dismissed it within minutes, and ended the conversation saying that he was sick of it, sick of you.

Your mind and body froze. Your skin paled as your hands grew cold and clammy. You felt your heart drop at the realization of what this meant. This was his way of saying that it was over. It might not have solidified yet, but you knew that it was coming.

You immediately looked down to the ground and took a step back. Any energy you had gathered to continue this conversation immediately dissipated.

“Okay,” you whispered with a small nod as you continued to step backwards.

You weren’t able to see a concerned look enter Levi’s eyes as he watched you immediately withdraw. He had expected a prolonged and irritating conversation. He had been expecting it for weeks, he just didn’t expect it to be brought up now—but it did get brought up and he didn’t expect you to back down so quickly. He stared at you for a few seconds, wondering what was going on in your head. Were you thinking of what to say? Did you change your mind?

You heard his silence as you continued to withdraw. Using this as confirmation of your fears, you immediately turned around and walked out the door onto the balcony of your shared apartment.

You waited a few seconds outside, holding agonizingly still as you waited for Levi to come follow—but he didn’t.

You buried your face in your hands, gripping at your hair as memories of your life together with Levi ran through your head. You remembered him literally picking you up off of the streets and rescuing you from the thugs you were running from in the Underground. You remembered him going out of the way, before and after every expedition, to ensure that you were safe and that you knew that he was safe. You remembered all of his little acts of service to take care of you when you were feeling down or feeling sick.

You remembered every little thing that would disappear the minute he finally decided to leave you.

Over the next few days, your mind was murky. Although you were still able to get up and about and seem somewhat functional, that wasn’t how you felt. You felt as if the world was blurred around you and that you were watching yourself move as if you were in a vivid dream that you had no control over. The only thing that you could hear clearly was that little voice in your own head that kept telling you that Levi was preparing to leave.

You couldn’t stand to be around him. That was the one thing that kept you from hiding in bed and ignoring the world. The more you were in the house, the more you had to see him. The more you had to see him, the more it was going to hurt when he finally left. You were waiting for that other shoe to drop and you wanted to be as emotionally removed as you could when it happened.

However, completely avoiding him was impossible. After all, you did share an apartment.

Thus, the both of you found yourselves at the dinner table without saying a word. This had become a norm over the past few days. The unending silence that seemed to scream into your ears had become something you were expecting. On normal days, that silence didn’t bother you. Both you and Levi were content in each other’s presence on stressful days as you shared a meal together and steal whatever little time you had to be able to actually spend time with each other—but this was not that.

You were ripped out of your thoughts as you heard a sigh.

“You haven’t been eating,” Levi spoke up, watching as you poked at the now cold vegetables on your plate.

You hadn’t noticed it yourself, but your boyfriend certainly did. He had noticed that you never got up early in time for breakfast anymore and that when you did sit down to eat, it took you 30 minutes to eat 2-3 bites. It was very likely that you hadn’t even had a full meal since your fight.

“_____,” he spoke again, agitation entering his voice.

You continued to poke at your vegetables with zero intention of consuming them.

Levi sighed as he pushed his own plate to the side.

“What the hell is going on with you? You’ve been in and out all week, barely saying a word to me.”

Your presence when he arrived home, your smile when he saw you for the first time after getting home, and your soothing voice that welcomed him home were just a few of the gestures that he had come to love about you. It was a comforting constant in his life that he cherished. It was a source of comfort that was currently nowhere to be found.

“If you’re gonna go, just go,” you said quietly without looking up at him.

“Hah?” he muttered out, making a confused expression at you. He wasn’t sure if he hadn’t heard you correctly or what it was that you were referring to.

“Stop beating around the bush already,” you said with your voice slowly becoming more audible. “It’s agonizing. If you’re going to go, just go.”

He raised an eyebrow at you in confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he finally responded.

Your fist was clenched around the fork you had been using and you felt yourself begin to tremble. You weren’t sure if it was due to anger, anxiety, or a mix of both.

“Isn’t that why you’ve been out of the house so much recently? Why you’ve been on a rigid cycle of sleep, eat, work? Why I b-barely see you-”

You stopped talking once you noticed your own voice start to break. You felt heat rise to your face as tears began to gather at the corners of your eyes. You finally looked up at him, scowling when you saw him simply staring at you.

“You said yourself that you’re sick of this—sick of me,” you said as you dropped your fork and gripped at the table in frustration. “So quit beating around the bush already. If you’re going to leave, then leave.”

Levi’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Out of all of the reasons he had hypothesized over why you were acting the way you were, this was not one of them. He quickly shut his mouth again.

While he was annoyed that these thoughts were going through your mind, he could understand why they were there. Like him, you haven’t exactly had the best of luck in keeping people around you. Everyone either died, left, or disappeared.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t plagued with those same thoughts. That was why, no matter how annoyed he was at this situation, he couldn’t find himself to be mad at you for it. He felt his heart grow heavy, knowing that his own avoidant behavior over the past few days contributed to those chaotic thoughts brewing in your mind. He knew that something was wrong from the minute that you withdrew from the argument, and cursed at himself silently for not even approaching you or asking what was wrong until now.

At this point, you had looked away again. He felt his own blood run cold as he saw your trembling. Although you had averted your eyes, he knew that there were tears building up behind them.

He hated when you cried.

It wasn’t because he thought it was annoying or stupid or any of that. He hated it because he would blame himself for not being able to stop it. He especially hated it when he was the one that caused it. He was supposed to be a source of strength, support, and comfort to you, so the fact that he made you cry made him feel like a failure in every regard.

You continued to look down, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were now threatening to fall. You kept on repeating to yourself that you wanted more than anything for him to get up and walk out the door so you don’t have to see him anymore. You kept on saying that to yourself.

Yet, the thought of it was agonizing. The thought of him leaving and never coming back and you never being able to see him or embrace him again literally made you feel like you were carving your own heart out with a butterknife or that you were suffocating at the bottom of the ocean. The thought of him leaving was even more agonizing.

As you continued to imagine living on your own in a world that had taken everything from you, the tears finally fell and you took a sharp inhale that was interrupted as your crying destabilized your breathing. You covered your face in your hands, desperately trying to hide yourself, even though you knew it was futile.

You weren’t sure when he got up or when he started making his way to you or when he knelt down next to you so that you could be at eye contact, but you felt him gently place his hand on your thigh, providing a gentle squeeze to indicate that he was there.

“I’m not going to leave you, _____,” he whispered quietly.

You felt your lower lip quivering as your emotions built up in your chest. All the grief you had held for the past few days came bursting out as you shrunk down, shutting your eyes tightly.

He waited for a few seconds without moving or saying anything, simply waiting for you to let it out. He knew how agonizing it must have been for you to have held this in for the past week or so.

After your breathing had stabilized more, you peeked at him through your fingers. His gray eyes stared straight into yours. His normally expressionless facial features were softer as he glanced at you, his eyes more focused onto you compared to how he usually was. You were able to see the pain that he was holding upon knowing that he had hurt you and failed to recognize it.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all week?” he asked quietly.

A small chuckle escaped from your lips. You removed your hands and wiped away the remaining tears that had gathered on your cheeks while you were holding your face.

“Haven’t you been avoiding me?”

You weren’t wrong, and he wasn’t either. The both of you had been more avoidant towards each other throughout the past week. You avoided him to try to dampen the devastation that you would feel when you thought he would leave. He avoided you, believing that you were still mad at him, and that you just needed space. Both of these factors added onto each other, enhancing the pain and grief harbored within the both of you.

He shot you a half-smile as he slowly stood up, grabbing at your hand to help you stand.

“Come,” he said, motioning towards the balcony. “Let’s get some air.”

~~~~~

The two of you leaned on the balcony, looking down at the now silent streets around you. While there were plenty of people, horses, and carriages moving around during the day, it was now dead silent after the sun had gone down.

Levi looked over towards you and saw that you carried a sad and defeated look on your face as you glanced down. He watched as you gently rubbed at your own eyes, which were swollen from your crying.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently turned you towards him so he could see you better.

“Is it something I said?”

Levi was genuinely astonished that you thought he would leave you. The thought never even crossed his mind, it was the last thing he wanted to do. He’d rather jump outside the walls without any blades or mobility gear than to even think about leaving you.

You continued to look down as you slightly shook your head.

“Hey,” he said, lifting your chin so that he could look into your eyes. “Talk to me.”

He didn’t believe you. You had shaken your head to say no, but he knew that was a lie.

You looked into his eyes, placing your hand on his, gently squeezing to remind yourself that he was still there. You tried to think of how to even begin explaining why you felt the way that you felt, but only felt your heart rate and anxiety increasing. You were embarrassed over how you had gotten so activated by something that wasn’t even a problem. You immediately assumed it was over without even trying to check and see if that was the case.

He gave you a worried look as he saw you struggle to find a response.

“_____,” he said your name, trying his best to pull you out of your head.

“I…” you parted your lips to speak without any real idea of what you were trying to say. “I don’t even really remember. It was so blurry and quick and fast. I remember I was scared to talk to you about something and then my heart dropped once I said it.”

Levi never took his eyes off of you as you spoke, your speaking getting faster and faster as you continued to ramble. Every time he opened his own mouth to speak went unnoticed as you continued laying out every step of your thought pattern.

“And you just got more agitated and I never want to make you feel like you have to deal with me because I already know I’m a burden and then you said that you were sick of this and I thought that since I was the one that started the fight, that you were sick of me, and then-”

Before you could continue on for another 20 minutes over all of the thoughts that had built up in your head, you felt Levi pull you in and press his lips against yours, holding you close.

Your thoughts immediately went from richoting off of each other in rapid fire to absolutely nothing at all as soon as you felt him on you.

You returned the kiss, leaning into him, and he refused to let you go until he felt you finally relax into him.

He pulled away ever so slightly while holding you close to him.

“I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was going to leave,” he whispered to you. “You know I never think of you as a burden.”

He pulled you in, having your head rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around you. His hand found its way into your hair, providing you that small sense of comfort that you got every morning when he ran his hand through your hair before you were fully awake.

You buried your face further into him, taking comfort in his presence. After avoiding him for around a week, you felt like you needed him on you now more than ever.

He spoke again, whispering right into your ear. His voice was barely audible. Even a gust of wind could’ve muffled it—but that’s what made him feel so close. It made you feel like you would never have to worry about losing him again as he kept his hold on you tight.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear, “and that’s never going to change.”

He felt you grip at him tighter as you tried to pull him in even closer although you were already fully in his embrace.

He slightly pulled away so that he could see your eyes, shooting you a small smile when he sees that you’ve relaxed and calmed.

“No matter how much of a pain in the ass you can be sometimes,” he said with a smirk.

Before you could come up with your own clever response, he pulled you into another soft, gentle, intimate kiss, with his hand gently resting on the side of your face to keep you close to him and you shut your eyes, allowing yourself to get fully lost in his presence and embrace.

A/N: hope you liked! tysm for beginning to send requests in ♡

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi fluff #levi hurt/comfort #levi angst #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

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Mngghhwhw your writing makes me feel all mushy gushy I adore it

Could I ask for Dante x oblivious reader? 🦀🦀

dante with an oblivious reader 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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eee!! i’m glad you guys like my writing, i hope i did this request justice 😭😭

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intended lowercase, dante being a flirty bastard, nico and nero mentioned so kinda set in dmc5?? but you can imagine it’s anyone else / ignore the hc :), lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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❥ hmm.. dante with an oblivious reader, where to begin..

❥ i think dante would think you were teasing him at first, always having him repeat things or tilt your head at a certain remark. he’d laugh it off and shake his head, leaving you to furrow your brows in thought of what he meant.

❥ you obviously know what flirting is, but even when it’s so painfully in front of your face, you just can’t seem to see it for some reason. and when dante realizes this, he’s suddenly like ‘oh that makes sense’ and everything clicks. so he only turns up the flirting times ten.

❥ tries to drop more direct hints and direct comments but i imagine he’d either just make you flustered or— with his luck, get interrupted and would eventually end in you not taking a hint once again.

❥ if you were traveling with nico and nero, they’d literally be BEGGING you to see the signs. which you’d be confused by because— dante’s just a friend? sure he gets a little flirty, but he’s like that with everybody!!

❥ and they’re just, “no honey, no 🙂”

❥ dante tries his best to be as forward as possible.. without telling you that he has feelings for you.. without simultaneously trying to say it in a way where he doesn’t sound like a weirdo?

❥ dante does find your oblivion cute, rather purposefully teasing you and cornering you, even gently grabbing your chin and lifting it up to make eye contact with him if you’re too embarrassed. so then you’ll have to finally understand what he’s doing right??

❥ and if you don’t, oh my goodness he’s out of ideas.

❥ he will just straight up tell you “i want you” and you’re just like “oh. so everybody else was right!!” 😭

❥ he still finds your cluelessness adorable, even if he struggles with having you take a hint most of the time. dante almost finds it.. endearing? you may not be innocent or clueless about everything, but he just likes teasing you when he can lol.

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“i’m tellin’ ya,” nico put her hand on your shoulder as she turned her head and exhaled some smoke, “DANTE’s sweet on ya.”

you scoffed and turned back to the road, trying to ignore the way she smirked at your annoyance. “he does not.”

“does too.”

“does not!”

“does—!” before this bickering back and forth could go on any longer, nero silenced both of you with a sleepy, “shut up.”— to which both you and nico silently snickered and turned your attention back to the road, starting up the engine and heading off again.

that late night conversation floated mindlessly around your head, barely occurring even when you talked to dante. he couldn’t have had feelings for you, right? dante was just.. dante. he practically flirted with everybody, shamelessly at that.

but when you’d spot him at the office or across the numerous groups of demons littering the desolate vicinities, nico’s face always came to mind. that stupid grin on her face when you’d deny it and the way she gave you a dismissive hum when you told her it’d never happen. you didn’t want it to happen, why would you? dante wasn’t for you. why would you be considering these possibilities when there was no way dante could have feelings for you?

until he did. you had thought that until now, where he caged you in between the wall and pierced through you with his silver eyes, one quality him and his brother shared, although dante’s were much more lenient.

“hello?” his voice broke through the thoughts clouding your brain. he cocked his head in bemusement, waiting for a reaction from you.

“what were you saying?”

“i’m saying that i like you.”

you paused as your eyes darted everywhere but him. surely, you looked frazzled and embarrassed at the proximity of you and dante— before you finally said, “oh.” he had said it so nonchalantly, as if it was common knowledge. you thought back to nico and wondered if she really was trying to help you that night.

“so..” awaiting an answer, dante quirked a brow as he threw you another lazy grin, perhaps amused in your flustered state. “what ever shall we do about that?” leaning in closer, you could see his eyes staying fixated on your face, although your kept your own pair glued to the side.

“i dunno.” you rushed out.

dante pouted, “you don’t know? c’mon, you must have some idea.”

“a.. date?” wincing at how awkward you sounded, you tore your eyes from a spot in the hardwood floors of the devil may cry office and back onto him. an evident pleased look on his face told you that he was finally glad you figured it out. he backed away from you and put a hand on his hip.

letting a soft laugh escape his lips, he pushed back his hair, “so i’ll pick you up at nine, tomorrow?”

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Title: The Teacher (Part 1).

CHAPTER TITLE: Welcome to Jackson

Character(s): Joel Miller, Reader (female, first person POV), Tommy Miller, Maria Miller Summary: You have been on your own for over a year and after Maria saves you and brings you to Jackson, you try and settle in, doing your best to contribute to the community. Though, it doesn’t help that your neighbor, Joel Miller, reminds you of a special person from before the outbreak. Word Count: 3,872 Author's Note: I’m still getting used to writing Joel Miller (and Pedro Pascal stories in general), but this idea has been on my mind for weeks now and I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading! Warning: None.

You were dirty, exhausted, and starving when you arrived in Jackson. A woman named Maria found you, passed out in the middle of a field; she was sure that you were dead, but when your eyes opened and you scrambled to grab your gun, she knew that you were very much alive.

You didn’t know if you were dead or dreaming, but you were sure this wasn’t real. Jackson was a real community, a resemblance of the old world, and you were in utter disbelief.

Maria must have taken notice of the look on your face because she let out a soft chuckle and looked over at you.

“Welcome to Jackson.”

“T–This is real?” Your throat felt dry and your voice came out as a whisper. Being alone for over a year meant you rarely spoke. Your voice sounded foreign to you, almost as if it didn’t belong to you.

“Very real. My father and I built this community, trying to bring back some semblance of the old world.” Maria smiled. “My husband helps me run this community and you’ll meet him later. As of right now, how about we get you showered, some clean clothes, and then some food?”

Your eyes widened.

“You have water? Food?”

Maria just smiled. She would never get tired of that expression on people’s faces when they see Jackson for the first time. She took pride in it, being able to restore what once was.

“Yes, we do.”

“I’m not dead, right?”

Maria chuckled. “I can assure you that you aren’t. Come. Follow me.”

You felt out of place as she walked you through the community. Everyone was polite, nodding in Maria’s direction and flashing you a smile once they saw that you were with her.

You almost bumped into Maria once she stopped walking, your eyes taking in all of Jackson. You muttered an apology and she simply just smiled, nodding her head.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re here.”

“Here? It’s a house.”

Maria chuckled, leading her inside. You noticed two men sitting on a couch in the living room. One had slightly longer hair while the other man had shorter hair, however, both men had a beard and when the longer haired man stood, you immediately went to stand behind Maria. You had encountered plenty of men since the outbreak and not all of them were pleasant.

“Hi baby,” he said, leaning over to kiss Maria’s cheek. He gave you a polite smile and you noticed the way Maria leaned against him. This was her husband. “Who’s this?”

She said your name and stepped to the side so that you could face Tommy. You didn’t meet his eyes though, staring down at your feet as you tried to make sense of what this was.

Were they just putting up a facade of being nice?

Was this place too good to be true?

“Well, nice to meet ya. I’m Tommy,” he smiled. He pointed over his shoulder and referred to the other man on the couch. “That old man over there is my older brother, Joel. Be a gentleman and say hello.”

Joel grunted, waving a hand in the air. “Howdy.”

“He’s a grouch,” Tommy teased.

You actually giggled, a smile lining your lips. It had been a long time since you heard that sound escape your lips. You finally looked up at him, noticing the friendly look behind his eyes and then looked over his shoulder at Joel.

“You’re okay,” Maria said, noticing your timidness. “I promise you, you’re safe here.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just– It’s all overwhelming,” you admitted.

“That’s understandable. Well, you’re in good hands with Maria and I’m not only sayin’ that because she’s my wife,” he winked.

Joel finally stood from the couch and walked over to the trio. He looked down at you and tilted his head, pocketing a hand in his jeans.

“Welcome to Jackson,” he said.

You looked up at him, getting a good look at the other man. There was something about him that reminded you of someone you knew, of your old world, and it broke your heart. You just nodded in his direction before looking over at Maria, pleading with your eyes to bring you elsewhere but here. She noticed the look on your face and cleared her throat, motioning towards the stairs.

“Come on. I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”

Joel looked over at Tommy, furrowing a brow. “I say somethin’ wrong?”

Tommy shrugged. “I don’t think so, but you gotta admit… Jackson is pretty overwhelming for someone who has been out there for too long and from the looks of it, she seems like she’s been on her own for a while.”

Joel sighed. “Sure.” He knew what Tommy was referring to; when he and Ellie first arrived at Jackson, it was all so surprising to him too. “Makes sense.”

Both men moved back to the living room, sitting on the couch and each grabbing their beers. They glanced in the direction of the stairs when they saw Maria descending them. She walked over to the couch and sat next to Tommy, taking a deep breath.

“She okay?” Joel asked.

Maria and Tommy looked at him. Normally Joel didn’t really care or bother to ask about a newcomer’s wellbeing.

“What?” he asked, taking note of the couple’s looks.

“Nothin’.” Tommy replied.

Maria cracked a smile before looking over at Tommy. “She’s in rough shape.”

“Where’d ya find her?”

“On one of my routes. I thought she was dead,” Maria sighed. “She was alone and looks like she’s been alone for a while.”

“That’s what I assumed too,” Tommy replied. “Know anythin’ about her?”

“She used to be a teacher,” Maria answered. “But that’s all I know.”

“A teacher, huh?” Tommy asked. “That might be useful here in Jackson since we got little ones runnin’ around. Could be good to start a school.”

Maria nodded. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. Sounded like she loved teaching and getting her to talk about it helped her understand that I wasn’t a threat.”

“You? A threat?” Tommy scoffed. “Please.”

Maria narrowed her eyes, gently slapping his arm which caused a snicker to come from Joel.

“Y’all are sure entertainin’,” he commented.

“By the way, there’s one house available that I was thinking she could move into…” Maria began, glancing between the Miller brothers.

Tommy arched a brow in her direction. “And where’s that?”

“Next to Joel. I was noticing the way she was looking around and how overwhelmed she looked… Plus, she’s alone and she don’t need a big house. The one next to Joel’s is perfect for a single person.”

Joel shrugged. “I don’t really get a say in this, do I?”

Maria shook her head. “Nope, but I figure I let you know.”

“Well, thanks, that’s kind of you,” he teased playfully.

“You just gotta promise to be a good neighbor,” Tommy laughed. “You know, be nice and… Well, neighborly.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “I am nice.”

“You come off as a bit of a grouch.”

“I gotta agree,” Maria chimed.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be on my best behavior,” he scoffed.

Before the trio could start talking again, you descended the stairs after the much needed shower. Your hair had grown and you pulled it into a single braid, strands of hair falling from your face. You were dressed in clothes that Maria had given you, thankful that they fit and actually felt quite comfortable.

You were dressed in dark jeans with a dark t-shirt underneath a flannel. The boots, however, felt like clouds on your feet. It had been a long time since you felt this comfortable and this good. You tried to tell yourself that this was too good to be true, to not let your guard down, but it was difficult. This place had running water, food, clothes, and people who seemed genuinely nice.

Joel immediately looked in your direction. Even before the shower, he had felt an immediate pull to you and he couldn’t quite put his finger on the reason why. Instead, he told himself to keep his distance, even now that he knew you would be his new next door neighbor. He didn’t need for his small circle to get bigger, so when you descended the stairs and met his gaze, he stood and pointed towards the front door.

“I’m gonna get goin’,” he muttered, turning on his heel. “It was nice meetin’ ya.” He called out before leaving Tommy and Maria’s house in a hurry. The couple looked between each other and shared a knowing look before their attention was shifted to you.

“You hungry?” Tommy was the first to break the silence once Joel left. “I can make a really good omelet,” he smiled.

Maria nodded in agreement. “He’s right. His omelets are pretty good.”

“Sure,” you replied, looking between the couple. “I just feel like I’m imposing and–”

“Not at all,” Maria reassured. “We just wanna get to know you first before we show you where you’ll be staying.”

“Staying?”

Tommy stood and walked into the kitchen and you decided to take a seat next to Maria on the couch, looking over at the other woman.

“There’s a small house nearby. It’s perfect,” she replied.

“I’m fine with just a bed and–”

Maria nodded, saying your name to interrupt you. “Listen, Jackson is… We strive to provide a safe haven. All of us here have seen and encountered some very difficult situations. I promise you, you will be fine here.”

“Well, I have to contribute somehow.” You replied.

“Of course. Tommy and I were already talking about the perfect job for you.”

“You have?”

Maria nodded. “We’ve been meaning to open up a school since we have lots of kids here, but could never find the right teacher.”

Your eyes lit up. Before the outbreak, you had been a teacher of all ages; elementary, middle, and high school generally. You loved being a teacher, enjoyed seeing your students and helping them succeed. So, when the world ended, it pained you to even think about where your students might be or what could have happened to them. You had such a big heart; you weren’t cut out for this new world, but you learned how to survive and how to protect yourself.

“Really?” You finally replied. “I– I would be honored to teach the kiddos.”

“I remember seeing your face light up when we talked about what you used to do before Outbreak Day and well, it seems like the perfect job for you.”

“Is there a catch?” You asked hesitantly. Again, it seemed too good to be true.

Maria shook her head. “No catch, just avoid getting into trouble, contribute to the community, be civil with everyone… It’s basic–”

“Common sense,” you finished. “I honestly can’t thank you enough.”

“Like I said, Jackson’s a safe haven. We’re glad to have you.”

Tommy interrupted the conversation to bring you a plate. The aroma of food filled your senses and once you received the plate, you didn’t hesitate to scarf down the contents, not even bothering to savor the taste.

“Whoa,” Tommy chuckled. “You might wanna slow down there or else you’ll get sick.”

You felt slightly embarrassed, nodding your head and swallowing the food in your mouth. “Sorry. It’s just– It’s been a while. I can’t believe you have eggs.”

“Yeah, it’s quite amazing actually. We’ve got a farm here in Jackson. We even have a butcher shop, a bar…”

You couldn’t believe it. You looked between Tommy and Maria before continuing to eat. “Thank you,” you repeated. “Thank you both.”

Tommy nodded, looking over at you. “So, Maria tells me you were a teacher.”

“Yeah. I loved teaching,” you smiled to yourself. “Each day was always different.”

“You must have a lot of patience,” he chuckled.

“Something like that, yeah.”

“You married?” Tommy asked.

You choked on your food, looking up at him and back at Maria who looked to be scolding him with her eyes.

“Damn, I’m sorry,” Tommy said. “Listen, you ain’t gotta–”

“Yes, I was married,” you interrupted him. You figure they wanted to know more about your life, about how you had survived this long; they didn’t only want to know what your line of work was before the world ended.

Maria looked over at you with soft eyes. “We’re so sorry…”

You sighed. “It’s okay, really.”

“Do you mind if I ask–”

“He died before Outbreak day, if that’s what you both are wondering.” You bit your lower lip, looking down at your plate and suddenly not feeling very hungry. You had dedicated yourself to your work when your husband unexpectedly passed.

Maria sighed. “How long before Outbreak day?”

“Five years before,” you sighed.

Tommy cursed under his breath and looked over at Maria. He had never thought he would settle down and to think that losing Maria only made him reach out to her and rest a hand protectively on her thigh.

“What–”

“Car accident,” you interrupted Tommy. ��My husband was on his way back home from getting dinner. It was just– It was a terrible accident.”

“How long were you two together?” Maria asked.

You smiled sadly. You could still remember the sound of his voice, the scent of his cologne every morning, the feel of his strong arms around you and the feel of his lips. He was truly your soulmate, your partner and losing him hurt just as much.

“We met in high school. He was a couple of years older than me. We were high school sweethearts,” you replied with a sad smile. “We got married very young.”

Tommy immediately reached for Maria’s hand, lacing his fingers with hers instantly. It definitely made him grateful for the woman who was sitting next to him and Maria instinctively leaned against him.

“We had a good life together,” you added. “It wasn’t long enough, but I was still grateful for the amount of time and the memories we shared.”

“Did you both have any kids?” Maria asked.

You shook your head. “We tried, for a long time, but we found out I couldn’t get pregnant and so, being a teacher kind of filled that void. My students were my children,” you smiled sadly, bringing a hand to wipe your tears. “Sorry. It’s been a while since I talked about my old life. Seems like a very distant memory now.”

“Looks like you’ve been a fighter from the beginning,” Maria said.

You shrugged. You never considered yourself a fighter, instead, you were just the type of person to just keep pushing forward, take it day by day. It didn’t make it any easier, but you were grateful that your husband wasn’t around to see what this world had become.

Tommy nodded in agreement, glancing over at the front door as his mind drifted to Joel, the childhood they shared, and his life before Outbreak day.

“You ready to go see where you’ll be staying?” Tommy asked.

You nodded. “Sure, but like I said, I’m fine with–”

Maria interrupted with a smile. “You ain’t winning this argument. Come on.”

You set your plate aside and followed Maria and Tommy out of their house. Once again, you were taken aback by your surroundings. Jackson did genuinely seem like a good place to be at and you internally decided to give this place a chance. You knew what it was like outside of these walls and you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, so you decided it would be nice to just… Not fight anymore. Not unless you had to.

Once your house came to view, you noticed Joel sitting on his porch with a guitar and a cup at a small table nearby. He set the guitar down and nodded in your direction before going into his home.

“Wait, he’s my neighbor?” You asked.

“Will that be a problem? I promise, he’s a big softie inside.” Tommy chuckled.

You shook your head. You glanced over at the house next door and bit your lower lip; you knew there was just something about Joel that reminded you of your husband, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“No, not at all. I was just wondering. He just– It didn’t seem like he liked me.”

Maria chuckled, “That’s just Joel, but I promise you, he’s a really good man.”

Tommy nodded in agreement. “He also lives with a young girl named Ellie, so you might see her around as well.”

“I’m just grateful to be here,” you replied. “Thank you again.”

They led you into the home and you were overwhelmed once more. You looked around and let tears fill your eyes at the sight. It was small and cozy, already furnished with the necessary furniture and decorations.

“You’re surprised,” Tommy noticed.

“I just– It’s like this isn’t real,” you replied. “Like I’ve died and this is what the afterlife is.”

Maria chuckled, “Well, I think that’s quite the compliment.”

Tommy smiled, “Maria and her father worked hard to build this community and we’re just trying to resemble life before the outbreak.”

You bit your lower lip. “How do you know who to take in and who to push away?”

Maria and Tommy looked at each other. “Let’s just say we follow our gut feeling.”

You shook your head, looking between the couple. “And your gut is always right?”

Maria shrugged, “Everyone deserves a second chance. This new world has caused all of us to do things we would never do, but we honestly believe that people’s morality is still there… Somewhere.”

You sighed in relief, looking at Maria. You didn’t know what you deserved to have been saved by her, to be here in Jackson, but you were grateful. It sounded like the people of this community were genuinely nice people and it was a change of pace from the groups you had been in before.

Maybe you would be able to develop friendships, let your guard down, allow yourself to live again.

“I don’t think I can ever thank you enough,” you told Maria. “I’m so grateful…”

Maria gently placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “We were meant to meet and I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “And I can’t wait to start teaching.”

Tommy grinned, “That’s great to hear. I’m sure the other families will be excited too. For now, how about you take a couple of days to get yourself settled and we can discuss everything later?”

Maria nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I agree. We’ll get things settled on our end and meet back with you so that we’re all on the same page.”

“That sounds great, thank you.”

“And if you need anything, you know where we live,” Tommy said. “And Joel’s right next door also.”

You bit your lower lip.

Joel.

“Thank you,” you repeated.

When the couple left your home, you looked around and sighed to yourself. It was hard to relax, but you used this time to walk around and get yourself acquainted with your new house. In the living room, there was a bookcase attached to the wall with a loveseat and sofa seated in the middle. To the left of your living room was a small, rounded dining table with a cozy looking kitchen. You imagined yourself cooking again and it brought you such excitement. Then, down the hall, you noticed the bathroom to the left and right across was a bedroom. Stepping inside, your eyes widened at the large bed in the middle with two nightstands on either side. There was also a large dresser facing the bed with a mirror attached.

It was truly cozy and perfect for just one person.

You immediately went to the bed and fell back onto it, feeling the softness of the mattress bring you immediate comfort. It had been so long since you had fallen asleep on a mattress and you curled into a ball, finding yourself drifting.

You were exhausted and now that you felt safe, you had fallen into a deep slumber. Though, you were only asleep for a couple of hours before you jolted awake. You glanced around the bedroom, blinking away the sleep as you remembered where you were. The sun was peering through your window, showcasing that it was near sunset, so you walked to your kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards. You found a glass and filled it with water from the sink, downing the contents.

Then, you walked out onto your porch and smiled at the sight of the sky. It was beautiful. There was a hint of orange and red in the blue sky, noticing the sun slowly beginning to set. Before you could look around, you heard his voice.

“Hey,” Joel called out.

You walked over to the end of your porch near his house and saw him lean against his railing with a cup in his hand.

“Hi.”

Joel cleared his throat, bringing his cup to his lips. He was staring at you and he didn’t know exactly what else to say. He didn’t even know why he started a conversation in the first place, but once again, when he saw you, he felt himself wanting to get closer, to get to know you, and he didn’t know why.

“Sorry,” he started. “Um, how d’ya like your place?”

You glanced over your shoulder and smiled to yourself. “It’s cozy. I still can’t believe this place exists, if I’m being honest with you.”

Joel let the corner of his lips turn upwards, glancing over at the sky and noticing how there was a glow around you that he found himself captivated by. It had been such a long time since he had felt this way and it was as if he didn’t know how to act.

“Yeah. Jackson can be a bit overwhelming,” Joel replied. “Maria mentioned you were a teacher?”

You smiled over at him. Joel found himself biting his lower lip at the sight of your smile. “I was, yeah. Maria and Tommy mentioned starting a school for the kids in this community and wanted me to teach, so I guess I’m gonna be teaching again.”

“Oh?” Joel tilted his head. “You excited?”

“Very,” you replied.

Joel nodded, dropping his eyes down to his boots. He wanted to invite you over to his porch, so you both could talk more, to be closer, rather than at a distance.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, noticing his quiet demeanor and how he looked to be in deep thought. You bit your lower lip, finding yourself wanting to talk to him more.

“Have you seen all of Jackson yet?” Joel asked.

You shook your head. “I feel like I could get lost,” you teased.

Joel smiled. “Well, would ya like a tour?”

“Are you gonna be my tour guide?” You teased.

Joel nodded, “I’ll make sure you won’t get lost.”

You felt butterflies in your tummy and your cheeks heating up at the offer. You couldn’t help but allow the smile to line your lips once more. “You promise?”

“With me, you’ll be in good hands, darlin’.”

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Part 2.

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Divine Intervention — (SDV) Elliott

Pairing: Elliott / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 5,094 Warnings: Exhibitionism, public, handjob, miscommunication, love confession Synopsis: Between your pouting and huffing, he briefly wonders just how he found himself in such an unfortunate predicament. The way you look at him alone tells him that he’s done something wrong, but it’d be more upsetting to him if you weren’t so pretty while sulking.

Therein lies the main issue.

A/N: I haven't written for Elliott in over a year so please excuse any OOC moments! There's just something about put together men losing control that gets to me yknow? Happy new year Elliott Girlies :D!!

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Between your pouting and huffing, he briefly wonders just how he found himself in such an unfortunate predicament. The way you look at him alone tells him that he’s done something wrong, but it’d be more upsetting to him if you weren’t so pretty while sulking.

Therein lies the main issue.

For all intents and purposes, today is a good day. The sun is shining, you had accepted his invitation to take an afternoon walk together, and he was so sure that his efforts in courting you were bearing fruit. Thankfully, you had even taken his hand when he’d offered it to you; a grace he refuses to take lightly even when you’re scolding him. You were smiling, talking away about your life on the farm and such, and he was happy enough to listen to your sweet voice by your side like he usually does. A mimicked smile refused to leave his own face despite the obvious burn in his cheeks, lightly squeezing at your hand to remind you that he was still there. He was still listening. And, that he was enjoying spending his time with you. In his mind, there’s no other way to describe the afternoon as anything other than romantic.

And yet still, you scowl at him now. It truly concerns him how he finds you just so cute even when upset, like some immature schoolboy, but the sweat on his brow and the shake in his fingers urge him to console you instead of indulging in his perversion. Because it’s not anger that troubles you, but rather… Feelings of inadequacy, he’s sure. Your frown coils tight around his heart and conveys failure on his part. And he certainly can’t have that continue, not when you’ve provided him such a pleasant day! What a silly thought, he thinks, for you to think anything other than highly of yourself.

And perhaps more importantly: because you’re completely wrong.

“I mean, is it because I’m not pretty enough?”

He instinctively winces at your words, a full body recoil at the fact that you’d even think of such falsehoods, let alone believe them enough to express them verbally. The sentiment rings in his ears, repeated over and over again as he stops and stares at you dumbfounded. Not pretty enough. And said with such hurt too, as if the thought itself wounded you. He can’t help but blame himself, mentally scolding for letting this issue go unnoticed. Immediate heartache ails him most, a tightness in his chest that he can’t shake due to the thought that he made you feel that way, in spite of the work and effort he’s put into courting you. A true gentleman never leaves a lady feeling so worthless, and so he’s quick to force himself into action. That, and because if he doesn’t do something about the way you’re staring at him so cutely right now, then he’s liable to act out.

“What?” he asks stupidly, because for once he’s at a loss for words. A million thoughts rushing through his mind of how best to console you, to make you see the truth. You’d think for a writer he would be better with his words, carefully plucked from his mind to suit each occasion perfectly, but for a moment he appears stunned. Taken aback at the complete carelessness he’s apparently treated you with; and how he wants more than anything to make you feel better. You deserve only the best. “It’s— No. Absolutely not. I won’t have you saying such nasty comments about yourself.”

“Well? Is it true? Because you’ve neither confirmed nor denied—”

“Of course that isn’t the case!” he sighs heavily into his words, tone coming out all wrong and rushed in an effort to make you see the error of your thoughts, when what you actually deserve is the utmost kindness. The annoyance he feels about himself causes him to pinch at the bridge of his nose for a breather to calm down, you shouldn’t have to deal with his misgivings.

Inhale, exhale. No, that’s not the case at all. “Far from it, actually,” he elaborates, taking both your hands in his own for selfish stability and letting out a another shaky breath. It’s embarrassing, truthfully. The real reason behind why he’s taken so long to court you, why he’s still stuck in the hand holding stage; and he’d rather not fully elaborate in fear of scaring you off… But still he has to offer you some half-truths. Something to reassure your silly mind. It’s the least he could do. “You’re perhaps the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He smiles, all warm and quiet. “I mean it.”

He tries his best to convey sincerity through his expression and tone of voice, but his efforts crumple the moment you look away from him. He thinks his heart actually falls when you sigh before speaking, too.

“I just— I thought we’d be further along by now, you know?” you pout, and he has to hold his breath to keep him from acting out.

Oh how he knows, however. How he wants to be further along in his relationship with you too; more than anything, really! But that’s exactly his issue. He wants. He yearns for far too much, to a downright disturbing degree, and it’s rather unbecoming of him, wouldn’t you agree?

Behind the shade of the trees and in the secrecy of the forest he levels with you, just a little. He doesn’t have the right words to appropriately describe his troubles honestly, and in fact he can’t. Not fully, for if he did then surely you’d turn away from him, and his heart hurts at even the thought. “Darling…” he sighs, soft and full of adoration, his hair obscuring you from his vision for just a moment before he tucks it behind an ear. Even during this tense exchange, he can’t help but to romanticise you, unable to view you as anything other than absolute perfection. He wants to help you see that too. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” he starts, and it’s genuine. Shown through the tender touch of his hand in your own, the way he stares down at you so lovingly. It’s the honest truth, or so he tells himself, swallowing the thick lump of half before speaking again. “However, I believe there may be something wrong with me.” He admits, and though that much is true, a pang of guilt still worms its way to his tummy as he intimately knows just how rotten he is deep down.

And he thinks you might know too from the confused look you adopt, one so cute that he wants to squeeze your hand tighter. Tighter still than his usual reassuring squeeze, like he simply cannot handle just how much love he holds for you that he has to edge on harm just to express himself thoroughly. But he refrains, just like how he always does, except this time it’s because he’s far too focused on the bite of your lip, and how he wants more than anything to kiss it better. The things you do to him, and your oblivious nature; he’s not quite sure how long he can keep this act up in spite of how hard he’s trying for you.

You hold his hand tighter instead and his body aches to relieve you of your worries, so much so that just watching you pout might be enough to convince him to spill his secrets, the ones he’s held close to his chest all this time. “What do you mean, Elly?” You ask so innocently that it deepens the conflict within him, and the affectionate pet name you’ve taken to calling him might be the final nail in the coffin of his resolve. You’re right, though you don’t know it. You deserve the whole truth, no matter how embarrassing it is for him to divulge. It’s the least he can offer you after such patience you’ve expressed in waiting for him. It’s silly how easily he falls for you, and then he thinks that this should be evidence enough of how wrong you are. But, the lady asks, and she shall receive an adequate response.

He takes a slow swallow and exhales steadily. He never wanted to admit such mortifying details to you ever, content with keeping his boyish nature tucked in his heart forever. But deep down in the pit of his stomach he always knew it’d eventually come to this; the lack of control he has regarding you. More than keeping his character intact, he cares about you and your comfort. And when he takes a selfless moment to think about it from your point of view he easily decides, because anything to make you happier is what he’d like to aim for; for the rest of his life.

“Okay.” He says peacefully, already accepting of his fate because the outcome is (hopefully) that you feel better. What’s a little embarrassment for a good lady, right? “Okay, I’ll tell you.” He’s continues, but he’s stalling, because despite his innocuous want to make you feel as wanted as he surely needs you, it’s difficult to openly admit to such degenerate behaviour as per his affliction. His frustration must be present on his face, because the back of your hand raises against his warming cheek to soothe, a light balm to his otherwise burning body. His burdened mind is unable to distinguish whether the source of his burns are self inflicted or because he loves you so much; not that it matters in the end, because both facts are true, and it’s what makes this discussion so difficult for him to begin with. He’d always like to be honest with you, no matter the topic, of course! But first and foremost he’d like to be a gentleman, and treat you with kindness. Sometimes kindness requires lying, right?

“Please.” You utter softly, and it’s only then that he realises he’s been making you wait. How unbecoming of him.

He lets go of your hand and takes a step back to properly regard you, hoping to make up for his shortcomings thus far. Though, he instantly regrets this decision as he sees the immediate hurt on your face, and all your expression does is urge him to go faster, spill the secret, forget the consequences! So, in a rush, he forces the words out his mouth. For better or for worse, you so easily convince him to forget his surroundings.

“I have an issue. An embarrassing one, at that…” He trails off into an awkward laugh, promptly followed by a clearing of his throat when he notices you just staring back at him. “Well, see— The problem I have is… It’s one of a certain… Vulgar nature, shall we say…”

He doesn’t dare look at you as the words fly out his mouth, taking to chewing on his bottom lip instead of gathering the courage to face you after his deplorable admittance. But the conflict within him tightens around his heart, and he finds himself struggling to deny you any longer.

The wide eyes that greet him as he looks up at you almost cause him to stop babbling, but he’s too deep now to go back. He’ll just have to continue his speech staring at his feet, cheeks red hot in the face of your understandable reaction. “Truth be told, I like you. Really like you. Almost unbearably so, if I’m honest.” Another bout of laughter spills from his bitten lips as he looks to the side, tension building in his body as anxiety takes hold of his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe. “And, well… I mean that in every respect. Not just… Romantically.”

It’s difficult to get the words out due to the amount of fear he feels in confessing such perverted thoughts to you, but he hammers on. It’s what you’ve asked for, and he’d like to give you everything. Rather than dancing around the subject, he figures he might as well offer you the whole truth now, it’s basically out already. “And, well, quite frankly, it’s difficult for me to be around you and to not want to take you where you stand—no matter where we are—which is why I’ve kept distance between us, love. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

Silence follows, and he can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.

However, finally. Phew. His dirty little secret is now out in the open. He sighs into the relief and slowly meets your gaze again, hoping to find comfort in the form of your pretty smile, though what an immediate mistake that was. The soft expression of acceptance you wear warms his heart, and unfortunately, causes his dress pants to tighten too. A prime example of why he’s taken so long to court you, and he can’t help but catch the way your gaze drops ever so briefly. Awful, right?

“Elliott…” you match his sigh, taking a step forward to pull him into a gentle embrace by the trees, and he’s got no time to react beyond accommodating you. By all accounts he’s elated to have you respond so kindly to his perversion, could never have imagined a better response than your loving hug that he cautiously returns. But when his cock is slowly growing against your tummy, he’s only filled with more shame. Torn between pulling you closer to satisfy his selfish wants, and pushing you away to keep his gentleman appearance in check. You take the thinking out of the equation for him.

“It’s okay, I promise. I want you like that too.”

And oh how easily you admit that which he was so ashamed of, guilt ridden arms quickly wrapping around your back to pin you nice and snug against his body naturally, a physical representation of thanks. It’s crude for all the wrong reasons; not because his cock is quickly hardening against you and leaking all over his dress pants at just the thought of taking you, but because of how much love he feels radiating from your touch. The little reassuring pats against his shoulder, the way you gently move his hair from his face to get a better look at him, all the way down to the chaste—not for a lack of time, but of patience—kiss against his cheek. He needn’t have worried at all, had he?

In return, he strokes your hair. An action far too kind for the current setting, but he quickly learns that that’s what he likes about it. “Apologies, I’ve been rather inconsiderate,” he offers you, placing a similar kiss to your forehead. Soft and tender, just like you, an attempt to copy what he loves about you, and by extension: to reassure. “You see, it’s not a failing on your part. Never was, love.”

He feels you nuzzle into him in response and it feels like home, his arms wrapped loosely around your back, keeping you close enough to him for his chin to rest atop your head. You acceptance has warmed him up to the idea of honesty, actual honesty, and he takes the opportunity to indulge for your own sake. “I just cant help the abundance of inappropriate thoughts when I’m around you.”

You laugh, a light airy sound that forces a smile on his face in spite of the sheer embarrassment he’s enduring for you. He intrinsically knows it isn’t a berating laugh, but one of understanding. “Would you hate me if I said same?” you speak against his chest, and his heart hammers against your cheek.

Now it’s his turn to laugh, the slight jostling around together serving as a stark reminder of his lust, of which he does his best to ignore, but it’s growing increasingly difficult. And in size. “Would you hate me if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind?”

This is what he loves. The small moments shared together in secrecy, privately doting and adoring on each other as if no one else existed in the world. It is also, quite shamefully, the source of his unbefitting ruminations. Several thoughts flit across his mind as you remain in his arms, none of which he has the strength to say out loud. The things he thinks to himself late at night, disgraceful fist wrapped around his cock early in the morning. He wants to drag his thumb across your lower lip and watch them part, move his thumb up to your tongue for him to play with while you pant against him. Maybe even grope at your chest until you beg for him to take you home. Also, he’d like to—

“Elliott?” You giggle, and he suddenly can’t remember what he was doing before now, but your pretty smile has him smitten regardless. He hums down at you in reply, still half daydreaming about all the newly uncontained thoughts, until you kindly clue him in. “You’re grinding against me.”

He’d be more panicked if not for the sultry tone your voice adopts, but still he stutters an apology out. It’s the right thing to do, even he can tell that through his lust addled mind. “Oh— S-Sorry, I didn’t realise I—”

“It’s okay, do you need some help?”

It’s difficult not to curse under the weight of your unbridled acceptance, your kind offer of help going straight to his cock as he soon considers his surroundings. It’s utterly embarrassing that he’s this easy for you, the mere thought of being intimate with you riling him up enough to be rock hard against you. “Out here?” he takes to whispering, though he’s not sure why. He hasn’t exactly hid his actions thus far from prying eyes, but the thought of having you be intimate with him in such an obscene way causes his mouth to dry. “Really, no, it’s okay. I can deal with this later—”

“Let me rephrase that. Let me help you, please?”

And what kind of a gentleman would he be if he were to deny such a pretty girls request?

It was foolish of him to ever worry about your lack of embrace for his more vulgar wants. Not once have you shown him any hint that you wouldn’t like this part of him, but rather he selfishly wants to treat you with so much care that it happened to damage you instead. Far be it for him not to learn, and right now he understands that if he were to decline you once again today would all be for nought. Not that he doesn’t want your help in the middle of a secluded forest, only that he’s happy that you want it too. He nods.

“And what do you have in mind, dear?” he lets you take the lead, fully entrusting himself to you to know the best course of action. It’s a little selfish, not only because he still cares deeply for not overstepping any boundaries, but also because he wants. Needs to give himself up like this as a show of devotion, because if left to his own devices then he’d have no self control. He wants it all, and here you are offering it up to him on a silver platter. It’s dangerous, and not just because of the open setting.

Part of him also wants to lean into the shameless behaviour you’re currently exhibiting too, present in the way your hand inches down his chest, lightly tickling down his tummy until you land on his very obviously hard cock. He wants to rock his hips into your touch, wrap an arm around your neck and tug you up into a heated kiss. But the other part of him begs to wait. Hold off and test the waters a little before revealing his true nature, and besides, it’s sexy getting to see you take the lead like this. Even if his head feels dizzy from the sudden action from relative nothing.

Instead, he merely cups your cheek. Softly stroking his thumb over it while you busy yourself with his pants. Never before has he been so excited to hear the unzip of his pants as he is now, and he smiles into the hooded gaze you offer him. “Be patient.” You remind him, and he has no issue with following that order; seeing as all he’s expressed is patience thus far. He has an idea of what you’d like to do anyway, given how your fingers gently pet at his clothed tip, playing with the soaked through precum of his underwear as you have him pinned against a tree. It’s his fault for falling back there in the hug, to be fair. And, he can’t deny the twitch of his cock when you place a hand beside him for stability, effectively locking him in place before you. It’s hot being at your mercy, and he doesn’t think a first time could go better than this.

And patient he is, allowing you to have your fun playing with him without so much as a sigh. Really, it’s because he’s too focused on his thoughts, about just how much he simply adores the sight of you with your palm against his tip, determined not to fuck his hips forward in a searching for more. If he had his way, he’d have you stripped already. And though he technically has your blessing, he wouldn’t want to come across as some brute unable to keep his composure. No, for now, he exerts some more patience. Just like you asked. And he gets rewarded with your little fist wrapped around the base of his still clothed cock, allowing a shaky breath to escape his lips that immediately heats his face up.

He goes to hide his embarrassment by way of covering his face from view, but you so tenderly drag his arm back down to his side while still holding his cock. “Don’t hide, I’ve been waiting so long for this…” you beg, and he wishes you could understand just how much he needs you right now, because if you did, then you surely wouldn’t be tempting him this much. Precum continues to leak out and stain his underwear full of evidence that he wants you, dripping down his length as you give him an experimental tug. Maybe now you understand just how great his need is, because he bends almost completely over you from how good it feels to have your hands on him like this, how completely in love he is with you and the tender way you touch him, fist tight but oh so full of love. It’s difficult for him to even keep looking at you too, how pretty you are when in control like this, doing his best to keep a loving gaze on you but God it’s so hard; so troublesome when you look so cute while doing something so dirty, he can hardly keep up.

It’s all going to his head too, the public setting fresh in his mind as a gust of spring wind causes him to shiver. It doesn’t stop his cock from throbbing though, the warmth of your hand dipping under the waistband of his underwear to access his bare cock warms him enough. Dizzy with desire, he lets out a greedy groan.

“Careful.” He warns you, not sure what of, only that he already feels close to breaking point with his degeneracy and needs to let you know.

And all you give him is a sly smirk in return, pulling his underwear down to his knees before returning your attention to his cock.

Now that he’s practically laid bare before you, his worries seem as far away as possible. Literally forgotten about thanks to your soft touch, the glide of your fist up and down his ever needy cock with such ease due to the precum you’ve already coaxed out of him. Low moans of appreciation rumble in his chest, face scrunched up in an attempt to really lean into and feel how nice it is to finally have your hands on him. Just like you, he’s been biding his time. Perhaps even more so if he’s honest with himself, waiting to be able to feel you just like this. And it’s even better than he could imagine, his hips jutting forward just a little every time your thumb reaches his tip, every squeeze of your hand persuading more slick to bead out. For what he lacks in verbal communication, you make up for with your hands—as he so often forgets is conversational, too—in the form of a confession.

“I love you.” He suddenly gasps out, lost in his own thoughts as you fist his cock, the jerking motion clouding his judgement and causing him to spill even more secrets for you. He doesn’t even register the seriousness of his words until you say it back to him, all shy and quiet, but an unmistakable I love you too plays over again and again in his mind. In the haze your hands have him under, he can’t remember if he’s said it to you before; he must have in spite of his attempts to hold back, but to hear you return his affections so readily like that while getting him off where he stands proves to be a bit too much for him to handle. Proven by the way his cock twitches harsher in your hand, pulsing against your fingertips with great need for you as a sloppy sound fills the forest. Every pump of your fist causes his eyes to roll further back in his head, his back arching off the tree ever so slightly in an effort to feel more of you, to have more of his cock wrapped around your tight fist. It’s disgusting, stupidly obscene to have you jerk him off in the middle of the day, in the middle of the forest; and he regrets just how much he loves it. How it has his cock aching for you, red hot and leaking all over your knuckles as a whimper escapes him.

The sound is embarrassing and causes his hips to stutter into you, the little laughter you let out at his enjoyment only serving to turn him on some more, making him whine into your touch. He opts to bite on his knuckles to keep himself quiet enough, and he assumes you understand that the setting disallows him from voicing too much of his appreciation, and that he’s just as upset about it as your pout conveys. Because if he had his way, then he’d be doting till the sun came up about the sight before him, all sobs and begs included. Until you realised just how much he truly loves and adores you, and how you needn’t second guess yourself ever again. Make you feel as pretty as he thinks you are, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist to keep you as close as humanly possible to him as you get him off so sweetly, the face of innocence with his cock in your hand.

Your hum immediately draws his attention out of his self spoiling thoughts, but he struggles to focus on you fully. Vision glazed over with lust, jaw tight and teeth gritted. “You’re so pretty, Elliott.” You whisper, and there’s just something about being so soft and intimate in public that gets to him, y’know? Like, has him unable to stop himself from wrapping a hand tight around your wrist, the other remaining at the small of your back to give him more leverage to hump into. The tender nature of your actions causing him to dive deeper into his degeneracy, kind words matched with curses under his breath, weighty thrusts into your squeezing fist that has him gasping before you. It’s too much—

“I’m close—” he all but pants into the air, his body bent over you as his hips fuck into whatever they can, mostly your hand. It’s so wet and sloppy, so completely opposite to his usual appearance that he has no choice but to continue, biting down on his lip only to swallow the egregiously loud moans that want to escape, that want to praise you for making him feel so good with relatively little.

“It’s okay—” is all you manage to get out before he’s spilling, shooting his load and inadvertently staining your surely precious clothing, but he hasn’t the mind to apologise for it right now. Not as you continue to milk him through his orgasm, allow him to bury his face into your neck to gently nip at and hide his groans into. You have him shaking, trembling in your slowly loosening grip as the remainder of cum dribbles out of him, down onto the dirt below, and he heaves.

Big deep breaths, like he can’t believe what’s just happened, head woozy with a mix of things; but mostly love. So much love for you and your acceptance, and hope. “I—” He stops, having to still catch his breath after feeling so good, laughing lightly into the feeling of your barely there tugs, wincing when you eventually let go of his cock and clean yourself up as best as possible. He sends you an apologetic smile. “I hope you understand, now.” He finally gets out, sighing loudly and straightening his back. “Understand that it was never about you, love.”

“I think I get it now.” You smirk, and he too understands the hidden layer to your words. Grasped by excitement at the implication, like Pandora's box. Now you know his secret, and there’s no point in hiding any longer. He’s already looking forward to expressing this side of him again. “Thank you for telling me.”

He nods, returning back to his more gentleman like attitude, as opposed to the fiend you just saw. It takes him only a moment to tuck his cock back in, straightening out his outfit once more and clearing his throat when you’re seemingly sorted too.

“Shall we continue, then?” he asks abruptly, stretching his hand out for you to take, and he’s happy that you do so immediately; the same one that was just on his cock. He makes a note to remember this detail when he touches himself to the thought of today later tonight.

“I’d like that.” You smile up at him, and after taking a few steps forward together he bends down to whisper sweetly in your ear:

“Let’s find somewhere I can help you.”

#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv elliott smut

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anemptypuddingcup · 11 months

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It’s Nami’s birthday.

Nami sighs heavily as she enters the house, the light off with only candlelight illuminating the room. After being out with with the crew all day, she was happy to come home to you and wind down after a long day of celebrating her birthday.

Turning around and looking down, she giggles as she notices rose petals scattered on the floor. “Honey! I’m home! What’s all this?” She asked as she walks down the hallway, her heels clacking against the floor with every step. “Honey? Are you even home?” She asked before opening the door to your shared bedroom.

Upon opening the door, she’s met with the strong scent of tangerine before she’s met with you on your shared bed. A wide smile appears across her face as she stares at you in awe. The way the pretty orange lingerie hugged your skin while you held the bottle of champagne in your hand.

“Happy birthday Nami!” You beamed before you popped the bottle of champagne. You poured the champagne into two glasses before setting the bottle down and picking the glass up.

Nami runs over to you and tackles you into the bed, making you drop the glasses onto the floor and spill the champagne onto you both. “N-Nami!” You look down at the shattered glass on the floor but Nami grips your chin and presses her lips against yours. You moan out as you feel her fingers rub against your clit.

“All dressed up for me?” Nami asked, her fingers teasing your cunt as she presses kisses against your champagne drenched skin. “M-Mhm! J-Just for you!~” You moan. She chuckles before she begins to take off her heels, dress, and panties.

“You taste so good and you smell good too~” She compliments before she trails down to your soaking cunt. She peppers smooches down your body, her hand playing with the soft fabric of the lingerie.

She presses a kiss to your clit before trailing her tongue down your folds. A moan leaves you as you feel her push her tongue through your entrance.

“Mmh~ N-Nami~” You whine out before hold her head softly in place. She giggles as she moves her thumb up to your clit. “My tongue feels good in your pussy?” She asked before trailing her tongue back inside of you.

“Y-Yes i-it does~” You moan out as your walls tightens on her tongue. She smiles before she suddenly stops, making you whine out. She sits up before staring down at you hungrily.

“Remember~ it’s my birthday sugar~ Lay on your back with your face up for me~” She demanded as she crawls on top of your body. “I want you to eat me out good, if you do then maybe I’ll reward you~” She says.

You nod before she hovers her hips over your face but doesn’t lower them. “Whaddya sayy?” She asks, teasing you.

“Please ride my face mommy~”

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece nami #op nami #nami smut #nami fluff #nami x reader #happy birthday namiiii #it’s nami’s birthday!🧡

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meimyk · 2 years

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Mutual Jealousy.

[School Modern Au!] -> You suddenly ditched your lunch break with them, making them worried. They instead went everywhere around the campus to look for you but end up to see you’re happily talking someone else. Kazuha

• Honestly, Kazuha wouldn’t react much outside appearence, rather edure the anger inside him.

• Kazuha knows he shouldn’t react this way since your relationship with him is just bestfriends right? He can’t just be jealous over a dude talking to you.

• He would stand there looking both of you talking. If he spot any discomfort from you towards that dude you’re talking to, Kazuha would came up to both of you gripping your waist tightly while smilling at him.

• “My apologies for interuping your coversation with them, But will you mind you’re own personal space? Touching them without their consent is pretty rude you know.”

• He would try to play as saving you the random creepy ass dude. But unlucky him, When the guy decided to leave you alone with him you admit that was your cousin... Now he’s total embarassed at what he did. • “O-oh.. I see... Forgive me i was abit jealous.” WHAT DID HE SAYY??? DID HE JUST ADMIT HE’S JEALOUS??!?!

Xiao

• This man..This man would passively barking at the guy with only staring him to his soul while hiding behind your back. • Treat this man like a cat since what is he, he’s a literal cat person. He will stared at the guy until the guy is terrified and ran away from you without any explanation leaving you so clueless. • “ Y/n, Who's that?” he ask looking straightly to your eyes. “Oh, it’s my friend nothing much.” you said. “I see.” he grab your hand walk you back to the campus. • He’s worried as fuck like he had a small panic attack when you didn’t showed up. Till now, he’s isn’t sure that it’s jealousy or just generally worried about you. Man.. Let this man clarify his feelings first before he take any action towards you. Venti

• Venti would be the most expressive towards the situation than the other 2 guys. I mean, he’s a care free soul he would have no shame to jump to you guys converstaion because he’s jealous. • Like: “Ohhh~ What you guys talking here? Mind if I join?” “What? I like Apples too! It’s sooo good!” “Huh? No way!” • He would add so much expressions toward the guy who’s talking to you to make him annoyed to leave you alone. Which he succeed. • After the guy left, he would: “Y/nnnn! Who’s that? You haven’t told me about him before! Y/nnnnn!” He cling to your waist, won’t actually leave your waist if you didn’t answered him. • “What? he’s just a friend? Good!, now lets go back I’m hungry”

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lambtotheslaughterr · 2 months

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Rise : Chapter Ten

A Rafe Cameron Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 2.5k

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CHAPTER NINE | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER ELEVEN

79 days since the world ended

It’s been roughly a month since you & the others left the lake house behind in wake of Rafe’s invasion. The gas inn Sayyed’s tank got the four of you nearly two hours north before it became low. There was still a can of gas left in the trailer, but it would be necessary to go out & scavenge more to keep his wrangler working. Fortunately, when Sayyed pulled off the main highway, easily maneuvering around abandoned cars, he happened to pull off near a cabin. It could be seen from the road, but only if one was looking hard to see it through the trees. It would be your new home if those even existed anymore.

The group dynamic between the four of you changed drastically. Though you didn’t feel the need to prove yourself, your warning about Rafe’s plans gave the group enough time to get away, far away. And so Nuha & Sayyed were as warm towards you as Bear had been. You were wary of their change in attitude early on but soon enough thought nothing of it as the four of you lived with one another for the next month.

On this day, it was especially warm. Sayyed guessed it was mid-July or so, which meant that the summer heat of the south had yet to peak. The days would only get hotter.

You were down by a pond that was a five minute walk away from the cabin. Bear was out scavenging & you were waiting by the pond for him to return. The sun was just above the trees so he would be back any minute. Unlike the lakehouse, scavenging took longer here. Your cabin was quite literally in the middle of nowhere, despite direct access to a major road. Most scavenging days required a stay overnight in the woods. But scavenging was more essential than ever.

Food & water was low, dangerously so. What you guys managed to take from the lakehouse only lasted so long, & the garden at the cabin hadn’t yet begun to produce anything. Everyone was on edge, & looking it. Nuha & Sayyed, who were already slim, were skinnier. You could see it in Sayyed’s face: his sunken cheeks, the clothes he wore hanging more loosely off him. And Nuha, you hadn’t realized how bad she had gotten until you two washed together the other week. When she took her top off you could see her ribcage, & her collarbone was especially more prominent than before. You had been losing weight too, but you still looked healthy as could be. You hoped Bear found something significant.

“_____.” You glanced over your shoulder at the sound of your name. It was Sayyed.

“It’s Nuha. I’m getting worried about her.” You swallowed nervously at his words. Of course he would notice her state, too.

“Whatever Bear brings back we’ll give her.” You told him, “She needs it more than us.”

Sayyed sat beside you, staring into the pond water, “What if it isn’t enough?”

You knew where his thoughts & concerns were heading. You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Can’t think like that Sayyed. She’s strong. She’ll pull through.”

“I hope you’re right.” Sayyed replied softly.

The two of you sat there in silence for some time until you hear the nearby brush moving. A few seconds later, Bear appeared. By looks of it, he was carrying something heavy, but there was a relieved smile on his face. You shot up & took off for him, Sayyed was hot on your heels.

“Finally brought something good.” Bear shared as Sayyed took the heavy duty bag from him. Sayyed placed it on the ground & unzipped it. Inside was a health-nut’s pantry. Liquid IV’s, sport drinks, multivitamins. The three of you shared wide grins.

“This is amazing, Bear!” You rejoiced, hugging him.

Sayyed gathered two bottles of the sport drinks, a handful of the liquid IV’s, & a bottle of multivitamins, “Thanks, Bear. I gotta get these to Nuha.”

Sayyed took off back towards the cabin, & you helped Bear carry the rest of the stuff back inside.

“We really needed this, Bear.”

“Better yet.” He started as you handed him items to place into a cupboard, “There’s more where this came from. Whoever lived there was stocked on nutritional shit. I can go back, but it’d be easier if you came with, ya know, a second pair of hands & all.”

You nodded in agreement, “Yeah, we’ll go the day after tomorrow.”

With Bear’s lucky find, your future at the cabin looked hopeful.

But hope was a silly thing to cling to.

Nuha plummeted overnight. You woke in a panic when Bear shook you awake. You followed him to the second floor. Inside one of the bedrooms, Sayyed was at Nuha’s bedside, helping her to drink some more water.

“What’s wrong?” You rushed out as you looked at Nuha. Your heart fell. She looked bad. Her normally shiny skin had turned ashen & was beginning to gray. Her hair was a matted mess on her head & there were beads of sweat dotting her hairline. Her lips were chapped & peeling.

“Bear…” You glanced at him warily, “Does she…”

“She doesn’t.” Sayyed cut you off, “It’s not any of those symptoms. She’s dehydrated and malnourished. And this fucking heat isn’t helping.”

You bit your lip, not wanting to point out to Sayyed how deathly she looked. Her eyes were closed & her breathing was shallow. You were unsure if she was sleeping, or even aware of the conversation happening around her.

“What else can we do?” Bear questioned, “Everything I got today is gonna help, it just might take some time.”

“She doesn’t have time.” Sayyed forced out, his voice strained as he placed a damp cloth on her forehead. “I can keep forcing her drink the liquid IV’s & to take the vitamins but…”

It was too late…

But was it?

You glanced from Sayyed to Bear, gesturing to the hallway. Bear frowned at you but followed you out. He closed the door quietly behind him.

“What is it?”

“There’s another option.” Your voice shook as you even dared to think about it, “It’d take longer but it’s our best chance. Nuha’s best chance.”

Bear said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

You licked your lips, fearful of his reaction to your suggestion, “Adrianna. When we left base, Tobias loaded us up on basic medical care shit. Real IV’s. With hook-ups & everything. Adrianna has all of it.”

“_____...” Bear lowered his head, knowing exactly where you were heading.

“Just hear me out.” You stopped him before he could deter you, “We leave tonight. You go back to the health nut’s house, I’ll backtrack. Find them.”

“Find Rafe?” Bear shook his head, “No, no. That’s a shitty idea.”

“Not Rafe, Adrianna. We need her. Nuha needs her.”

“It’d take you days to get back there, _____. Not hours, days.”

“I know.” You nodded, “But I won’t stop. Not even for a brief water break. I’ll just keep running until I get there.”

“Look, under other circumstances, I’d support it. But Rafe is unhinged. It’s been a month since we saw them, they could be long gone by now. It’d be a wasted effort.”

“No.” You shook your head. Rafe wouldn’t leave the lakehouse with all that it had. Everything you guys needed would be there, & he wouldn’t pack everything up just to move again. You felt strongly on the fact that they would still be there. “They’ll be there.”

“And how do you know that?”

Because he said I could find him. But you didn’t say anything, “I just know him. And, if it’s me who goes, he may let me take Adrianna.”

Bear shook his head, leaning against the wall to contemplate your words, “And if he doesn’t? Then we lose you & Nuha.”

“Just trust me, Bear.”

“I do. What I’m saying is I don’t trust him.” Bear frowned, “He’s a liar, _____. A murderer. Who knows how far gone he is now.”

“We have to try.” Your voice cracked as you tried to keep it low, “We have to.”

Bear stared hard at you, his lips pursed. Then he shook his head, “Okay. We’ll go. You head for them, I’ll go back to the house, see what else I can find.”

“Thank you, Bear!” You hugged him & he returned it half-heartedly.

“But we don’t tell Sayyed.”

What?

“You & I both know he won’t let you leave if he knows you’re going to Rafe. It’s best we just tell him you’re coming with me to the health nut house.”

You didn’t want to lie to Sayyed, but Bear was right. Sayyed would never take a risk that involved Rafe.

“Go get packed. I’ll let him know what we’re doing.”

Taking Bear’s advice, you leaped down the stairs to head to your bedroom. You quickly changed out of your loose fitting pj’s & into an outfit that would be fit for the couple day hike back tracking. Once you were all changed, you went into the kitchen to stock up on a few water bottles, the little snack foods you all had, & a couple items from a med kit.

Bear joined you in the kitchen shortly after in a change of clothes & his own gear.

“Got everything you’re gonna need?”

“Yeah. I’ll be okay.”

As you too finished gathering your things together, Bear led the way out. You two walked alongside one another towards the pond where you two would split off.

“What’d Sayyed say?”

Bear shrugged, “Not much. He’s scared. But he didn’t argue. Just said to be fast.”

You nodded, “And what are you going to tell him when you return tomorrow night without me?”

Bear gave a half-hearted laugh, “Hadn’t thought that far ahead but don’t worry about it. Just get Adrianna back here, without Rafe.”

You winced internally. You knew better than to think you could bring Adrianna back & only Adrianna. But Rafe did have a soft spot for you. Hopefully he’d let you two go. Alone.

“Be safe, Bear.” You turned to him. Bear ruffled the hair at the top of your head, “You, too. And if you’re not back by the time you should be…”

“Don’t come looking for me.” You told him.

Bear said nothing but you saw it in his eyes. He wouldn’t. He too wouldn’t risk bringing Rafe to where you all escaped to.

“We’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah.”

Hugging once more, you split off. Bear heading west, & you south.

A full moon hung over the woods as you stared into the dark depths of them. There was no going back, you reminded yourself. Nuha needed Adrianna. And you wouldn’t stop until you got to her. Rafe be damned.

Your body was aching, desperate to take a break, but you pushed forward. Time you had little of & there was a lot of backtracking to do. You were glad you have kept track of your movements with a map, sure that you were heading towards the lakehouse. The escape from it by car had been roughly two hours, but on foot, it’d take you over a day. The only time you would stop would be to sleep for a couple hours, then you’d be taking off again.

But ultimately, the trek was easy, if not tiring & stressful. You didn’t have time to think of a real plan to get Adrianna back. After all, Bear was right. It’d been another month since you had seen everyone & Rafe along with the others could’ve likely grown worse. His soft spot towards you may have hardened indefinitely. And if you appeared, there would be no guarantee to how he would react or treat you. You were taking a major risk. But you told yourself that if you felt deep in your gut that you couldn’t trust him, or them, then you would not be leading them back to where the rest of you were hidden out at. Even if it meant never returning again yourself. But you had to try, for Nuha.

Your couple hour nap in the woods had been restless, sleep never fully coming for you. But once it began to get just a little brighter out, you decided to finish the rest of the trip as quickly as possible to prevent yourself from overheating in the summer sun. If you were reading the map right, you were within ten miles of the lakehouse. You’d be there by midday. So, you hiked your backpack further up your shoulder & moved quickly.

When you reached the lake, you took to the woods. Not wanting to approach from the access road. You wanted to get a view of the lakehouse before moving closer, to even see if anyone was still there. As you stayed hidden along the trees by the shore, you slowly came near to the lakehouse. You crouched, peering through the bush to observe. At first, it looked totally abandoned. There was no movement from inside or outside the house. But as you crawled closer, you did spot a truck. Rafe’s truck.

You swallowed. They had to be here. Rafe wouldn’t leave his truck behind.

You weren’t one for religious practices, but you took just a moment to pray to a god, any god, to please make sure you’d be okay, that you’d succeed in recruiting Adrianna, & that you would make it back to Nuha in time.

Just as you were standing up, preparing to step out & make yourself known to anyone who may be nearby, you heard a twig snap directly behind you, making you freeze.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You cautiously raised your hands, showing that you were not a danger. But you didn’t dare look behind you.

The person behind you stepped closer, & you didn’t mistake the feel of the muzzle of a gun getting pressed against your shoulder blade.

“I said ‘who the fuck are you’?” You didn’t recognize the voice though. This was bad.

You fluttered your eyes closed, licking your lips, “I’m here to see Adrianna.”

“Adrianna?” The voice sounded suspicious, “How the fuck do you know Anna?”

This person was calling her Anna, too?

“We’re friends.” You replied softly, “At least I hope we are.”

Slowly, the person behind you circled to your front, & you finally faced with the man who was holding a gun to you.

You briefly recognized him as one of the men who was with Micah down by the shoreline that one day over a month ago. This was not a friend, not someone you could trust.

The man was rugged, the bags under his eyes prominent. He looked you from head to toe, clearly untrusting of you. When he finally met your eyes again, he smirked haughtily, “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, the butt of his gun came flying towards you. And the next thing you knew, you were swallowed by darkness.

i apologize in advance for the late update. there has been a lot on my plate in my personal life that i'm still currently dealing with, but i wanted to at least get this filler chapter in. it's a small one & pretty rushed tbh because my head wasn't fully in it, but i hope it is adequate.

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yukiotadako · 1 year

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``I’m in love with you ok!``

-Shikanoin Heizou x M!reader

Desc: Reader is a detective working with heizhou, and recently he has been feeling something else for his colleague, heizou then notices and starts teasing the reader~ and then suddenly the reader blurts out something they shouldn’t sayy

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It was a peaceful day at inazuma, [Name] had just finished doing a commission with the traveler, and they were hanging out for a bit and traveler suddenly brought up a topic about Heizou.

``Hey [Name], do you and Heizou work together?`` Traveler says ``Well yes, he’s my colleague, why do you ask?`` [Name] says, sipping his tea.

``He’s pretty cool, and he talks about you a lot!`` Traveler says and [Name] stopped ``he talks about me?`` this had caught [Names] attention, he wanted to know what Heizou thinks of him all of a sudden, but he didn’t know why.

``Well, he says your cute, tall and handsome? also said that you have a great personality,`` [Name] blushed, thinking that his colleague though of him that way... made something spark in him.

He turned his face away and calmed his thoughts ``Really? thats what the stupid detective talks about? i think he could do better,`` He was actually happy to hear that Heizou thought of him this way, it gave him the little more hope he needed.

``Oh? me? a stupid detective, how inaccurate of you detective [Name]~`` [Name] tensed up and looked behind him to see Heizou with a smirk on his face.

``W-What are you doing here?! don’t you have a job to do??`` [Name] said as Heizou chuckled ``Hey traveler, mind leaving us alone for a moment?`` Traveler seemed to know what was going on, and nodded and then left to go to a more farther place from the two.

``What do you want now Shikanoin...`` [name] Refused to make eye contact or even glance at the detective, he was too flustered to even know what the detective was going to do as well.

``So, how come the most ‘smartest’ Detective can’t even look at Detective heizou in the eye? is he too flustered~`` Heizou said in a flirty tone and sat next to [Name].

``Shut up`` Heizou laughs and put his hand on the others thigh ``Don’t tell me you have an interest in me~ how cute of you~`` [Name] blushed even more, you can probably imagine how red he is tbh.

``Stop it Shikanoin..`` ``Look at your face! its so red! you probably do like me!`` [Name] gripped onto his pants, biting his lip, and all of a sudden.

``FINE! I LOVE YOU OK?! and I don’t even know why but-... shit`` [Name] covered his mouth, Heizou was shocked by this sudden outburst of [Name], he was only joking around but he didn’t expect an ACTUAL confession from him.

[Name] Got up and tried to leave but was pulled back by Heizou, and he fell back onto the seat.

``I love ya too~`` Heizou wrapped his arms around the other, and [Name] blushed extremely ``Good to know, I guess...`` [Name] melted into Heizou’s touch, and Traveler and Paimon watched.

``That detective! he made us leave and ate the desserts we paid for!!`` ``Let them be Paimon, we can always but another treat`` Traveler smiled and left the two on their special day <333

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stxramr · 10 months

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alright, so, I’m actually sorta nervous to ask this but-

Can I request Zack from Angels of Death with an S/O like Wanderer/Scaramouche from Genshin?

Can this is before he met Ray, like he was killing people and then the S/O comes and sees this and only looks curious and so they approach Zack, who’s looking at them confused.

I don’t know much of what I’m expecting, which is why I’m asking you of this. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, I just randomly thought of this and didn’t know where to go with this.

(though, if you do end up doing this request, maybe add some headcanons of how they go into a relationship and how it works-please???)

OhmyGod I'm so so sorry I haven't been active on this account broski

Also I'm gonna split this in two parts,The first when they meet reader is more like scara,and when they get closer into a relationship reader becomes more like wanderer.I hope you liek this

Zack Foster (Angels of Death)

x Scaramouche (Genshin) GN!Reader

How you first met~✩

"What are you doing?"

Your voice was loud and your head was held high.Your stare was blank and straight as your gaze pierced through his wide eyes.

His clothes were stained of blood,and so were his hands.Bloody corpses laid by his feet.He turned around fully to face you properly with a maniacal grin.

"What?do you want to be next?"

You furrowed your brows at him,taking a few steps closer to him.You came to a halt at your feet were by the pooling blood of his victims.

You hummed,looking down at the fallen below you.

"Why must you have to let them endure such suffering before you end them completely?"

Your calmness and stoic expression put him off,not really all that shocking to him since he's seen a few people come and try to intimidate him.But they mostly back off,scrambling away as soon as he starts threatening them.

He could sense the fear coming from them even from the start,

But you

You didn't emit any sort of feeling.

No fear,no disgust,not even warmth.

He wondered if you even have emotion like a normal human,if you could truly feel remorse for the corpses laid Infront of you.

"Because they deserve it"

He simply said,in reality,he didn't know.He didn't know why he enjoyed seeing others in pain.He couldn't understand himself.And he didn't seem to want to.

He wanted to understand you before he could understand himself.

"oh?why do you say so? What have they done?"

He fell silent.Staring at you with dark eyes.Eyes that weren't able to shut and let him sleep for days.

He walked off,walking pass you and the bodies.But you quickly stood back up to come after him.

You were quite the persistent one,even when he told you multiple times to back off or mind your own business.You just kept bugging.

"Go to hell with your endless questions"

"But I really must know,you intrigued me very muc-"

"Go away already,won't ya?"

"no thank you.As I was sayi-"

He couldn't escape you at this point,and in all honesty,he really didn't want to.With every passing stupid question you asked,you peaked his curiosity more and more.Until he stopped shooing you away like a fly.

And before you knew it,you got to know each other more,even daring to say you became something near friends.He would never admit to that,of course.

Zack Foster (Angels of Death) x Wanderer (Genshin) GN!reader

Relationship Headcannons~✩

You tend to show much more emotion now that you've became closer

He might not admit he may have catched feelings for you (he never will)

There's only been a few moments of you genuinely smiling at him.And his brain photographed each memory.

Speaking of how he'll never admit his feelings for you,you'll have to be the one who confesses and he'll just go "yeah I liked you too"

If you actually get into a relationship with him,all I can saw is good luck

He's a lot more rowdy now,his ego got boosted 3x since you actually liked him back.He's got a new feat to shove in other people's faces now.

Sometimes you'd have to stop him from going on crazy killing rampages.You don't really care much about the fact he's a psychotic serial killer,but it concerns you how he can go on gove on the same day.

Your now boyfriend needs serious help

Honestly you both do

Your tired already but are willing to get even more tired for his sake

Either way he's protective over you and isn't a big fan of PDA.

Maybe the occasional hug and kiss on the cheek but it doesn't go more than that.

Behind closed doors,he's hella clingy.

Sometimes,he won't even let go.

Maybe he got a bit too attached..

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 25. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: god i love them. i love them so much guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES I CRIED A LITTLE IN THIS CHAPTER OKAY? MAYBE I DID IM ONLY HU MAN

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff then smut, Bradley being protective, then horny, then completely whipped. PiV sex, dirty talk, shower sex uwu

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This Halloween celebration Penny did for the bar surely called in a lot of people, more than the usual patrons, which meant the girls were busy trying to serve everyone else. Rooster didn’t mind, he knew that was Bea’s job, but he did mind how some guys kept looking at her.

Specifically there was a group of four men seated on the booth closest to the bar, no costumes so it was easy to identify them amongst the crowd. Ever since he saw the off brand Vanilla Ice yesterday looking at Bea, he was able to notice those guys immediately, his sunglasses made it easier to play as if he wasn’t looking. But he was.

The guy wearing a light blue polo shirt, whom he assumed would be the ‘leader’, stood up from the booth to get closer to the bar top. Beatrice smiled politely, staring at the man as he leaned on the bar top with his arms folded. Rooster watched her reactions, holding himself back before he just stood between the two.

Her soft smile faltered for a second, then she laughed apologetically while shaking her head, the word ‘boyfriend’ leaving her lips. The guy however, didn’t seem deterred, he actually leaned closer to Beatrice who now had her eyebrows furrowed and her smile was much smaller. Rooster’s jaw clenched briefly before he pushed himself to his feet, leaving the group to get to the bar, taking the space next to the guy and catching the end of his sentence “-- I’m not from around here, you could show me around.”

Beatrice’s eyes moved to Rooster the moment he seated himself, but she didn’t say anything, just sent him a worried look, “Oh,I don’t think it’s a good idea.” she says, then excuses herself to go to the opposite end of the bar. Leaving Rooster seated next to the guy hitting on his girlfriend.

The guy in the polo shirt tsked, leaning back on his seat with a wry smile, “Women.” Rooster just sipped his beer in silence, so the guy continued “They always play hard to get.”

The sharp inhale that came from the pilot couldn’t be heard thanks to the music and noise around the bar, but he did flick his narrowed gaze towards the dude “Sometimes they just aren’t interested.” he says simply, setting the beer bottle back down. But the guy in the polo shirt just shook his head.

“Nah, man. Girls like her? They are thirsty for attention.”

The muscle on Bradley’s jaw popped and he felt the flicker of anger inside of him,”Girls like her?” he questions in a quiet voice “What is that supposed to mean?”

Polo shirt guy snorts “I mean…she is pretty, but she isn’t the model type you know? She’s just a bit more desperate than others.”

Rooster clenched the bottle so tightly he was sure it’d smash at any moment now, rolling his jaw back and forth as his teeth gritted together, “I dunno man,” he says through clenched teeth “She has a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah she said that to me too,” Polo shirt guy snorts “But we both know she’s just saying it, right?”

Okay, that was the final straw.

Rooster set the beer bottle down hard, the sound of glass hitting the wood making the guy next to him jump. The pilot turned to face the man, leaning on his elbow while he straightened himself - he was at least a head taller than he was, even seated - “No, she’s not just saying…you know why?” he had a grin of satisfaction when he leaned his head closer to the polo shirt guy and his eyes widened “Because I am the boyfriend.”

“...oh, u-uh..”

“So, here’s how we are going to do this.” he claps a hand on the guy’s shoulder, the weight of it making the man stumble even seated “She’ll come back here and you will apologize to her, then you’ll leave. Because if you make my girl uncomfortable or any of your clown friends do anything to make her feel bad, I will personally deal with you.”

“I-It was just a joke, man.”

“You are the only joke around here.” he snarls, digging his fingers on the guy’s shoulder hard enough he could feel the bone, which in turn made the guy wince in pain. Few of his buddies, the more intoxicated ones stood wobbly to their feet trying to figure out what was going on, barely being able to slur out a question but polo shirt just told them to sit back down. Rooster slowly moved his eyes back to the guy squirming under his grasp, lifting his sunglasses to his hairline to keep the eye contact, “And I’m not even laughing.”

Beatrice returns after a while, just in time for Rooster to remove his hand from the guy’s shoulder. The brunette just stares wide eyed when polo shirt rambles out apology after apology, adding that he was a prick for annoying her…which in turn makes Penny turn her head in his direction, saying that if you bother one of the ladies you’d have to pay for the whole bar.

Polo shirt just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, before turning to his drunk friends who didn’t seem like they’d be able to help him out on that. Rooster didn’t care how he figured that out, he was just glad to see him scramble especially when it came to apologizing to Beatrice. She smiled his way, using the excuse of wiping the bar to speak closer to him, “Thank you, Roos.” she says, her cheeks flushed red. Something about him being so protective made her heart beat faster, more than it normally would.

“Oh it’s my pleasure,” he purrs, dropping the sunglasses over his eyes with a flick of his finger, “But unlike you I’m not nice when people come talking about my significant other,” he said the ending of his sentence a bit louder so the group of guys, who were already terrified, flinched under his tone.

Beatrice smiles, sending a brief look to the men sitting together only to see them all avoiding her gaze, “Well, I appreciate nonetheless.” she whispers, “It’s very sweet of you.”

Rooster bites his lower lip with a smile, folding his arms over the bar top. “You are sweet, dressed up so nicely too.” He couldn't handle how good she looked still and how that fabric hugged her curves was driving him insane. He knew there was still time for them to leave but he had plans already for when she was done for tonight. “That outfit is great for you.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flush, rolling her eyes playfully before turning away from him. Rooster admires the sway of her hips when she walks away, unaware of the presence next to him. Evelyn returned from chatting with the pilots,amazingly she allowed Jake to take her there and she didn’t feel…annoyed, not too much at least. Then he started getting too close and she decided to get up and walk back to the bar counter.

So when Bradley looked to the opposite side, he tried to hold back the shock of seeing the black scleratic vision of Evelyn staring back at him,with an amused smile on her lips. “Hey, uh, thought you were with Jake.” there was a light scoff coming out of her mouth, but she just sighs while shaking her head, her long black nails clicking against the wood.

“He’s gotten touchy, so he is on time out.” she says, earning a chuckle from the other pilot,”I assume you liked Bea’s outfit?”

Like it? He loved it. “I did. She said you were the one that helped her with it?” Evelyn nods, “Well, I guess I’ll have to pay you a drink or something, because she looks fantastic.”

Evelyn’s cheek dimpled into a knowing smile, “Oh you don’t have to, you just have to treat her well and you know, like a woman. Considering certain things I’ve heard, you are doing a good job.” he arches his eyebrows with interest, waiting for her to continue “We both saw the bite marks and hickies you left her, not to mention her ring was missing.She’d never part with it if she didn’t think you’d deserve it.”

Her ring. He had to give it back to her, probably tonight, he did keep it in his duffel bag after all. Rooster chuckles softly, dropping his head, a part of himself wondering if he did deserve someone like Bea after Evelyn’s words, “Well, I care about her a lot, you know?”

“I know.” Even with her eyes fully black, Evelyn’s gaze softened, “She deserves to be happy, Bradshaw.” The use of his surname caught him off guard, her posture changed in a way it weirdly resembled Cyclone’s “And she likes you a lot, and I mean a lot, to the point she says she doesn’t know how you two ended together.” The posture and the outfit - especially those lenses - made Evelyn look more terrifying than her father ever was.

Rooster frowns, looking back at a laughing Beatrice who was talking to Jeff and his wife, complimenting the woman’s costume before turning her head to face him. Her smile could put the Eiffel Tower to shame with how bright it was. “I don’t like when she thinks like that. It’s like she doesn’t think she’s deserving of…me.” and who was Rooster? He had his own demons too, he shouldn’t be put on a pedestal by Beatrice like that.

“I know,” she begins, looking back to where Beatrice was, this time her head was turned to another patron, “She went through a lot romantically wise. We tried taking her out many times during college, in the first few months after her break up…but she didn’t want to. I think for her it was easier to guard her heart instead of offering to someone else so freely.” she tilted her head back to Rooster “Then she met you.”

“She had no one before me?” he asked in a shocked whisper, to which Evelyn replied negatively. He frowned, chewing the corner of his lip, not being able to wrap his head on the idea of someone, of Beatrice, not having anyone for four years before he showed up. “...She never told me.”

“It sounds like her…she’d probably overthink about it, fearing you’d want nothing to do with her if she told you.”

“Why?”

“...me and Bea are similar in our upbringings. Overprotective parents,expectations of what you should do, how you should live your life.” the dark haired woman replies, looking down at the cuff on her red suit, “While I butted heads with my parents for many years, eventually breaking free, Bea stayed with her parents for a while, add that to a guy who saw her more of a nuisance than a girlfriend and it fucks your own self-esteem. Some things, especially emotional things, we keep to ourselves in fear that others wouldn’t understand. We put on a mask.”

Bradley could only stare at Evelyn with his face unreadable, but by the way the muscle on his jaw popped it was easy to admit he was bothered by that information. “...she shouldn’t feel like that.” because he is one that bottles up feelings too, except he lashes out in other ways that are less than kind. He closes up, shuts down, he gets snippy and angry because he doesn’t want to talk about it.

The few times he saw her mask crack were the times when he showed his interest. The night he asked her out she looked so hurt, so confused, like she couldn’t understand why he was doing that. Those big green teary eyes staring up at him with suspicion, like this had happened before and her only options would be to guard up and run away before it got worse.

Then during their very first time, he still remembered how her fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, with a strength he wasn’t aware she possessed, holding him still. He remembered how she trembled in fear, how her words ‘I don’t want to disappoint you’ tumbled out of her mouth, hitting him right in the heart like a punch.

She’d still feel uneasy, he knew, he could see sometimes how she’d look at him then take her eyes away but would grab his hand. As if she wanted to make sure he was indeed real.

“The world can be very cruel with those who are dreamers.” Evelyn says just as softly as before “And romantics.” she looked up when noticing Beatrice coming back to where they sat, “But you’ve been doing well so far. Don’t mess up.”

“I don’t plan to.” he says back, watching Evelyn stand up to walk back to where the others were, purposefully ignoring Jake’s arm nearing her waist. Rooster still had Evelyn’s words echoing in his brain when he looked forward, seeing Beatrice’s sweet smile made his own lips curl up, “Hey again.”

“Hi, you two seemed to be deep in talks.”

He leans on his open hand, resting his chin on his palm, “We were. I was thanking her for helping you choose your outfit.” Beatrice laughs, leaning behind the bar to pick something. “How long until you are free to go?”

“Well,” her voice is a bit muffled, “I think it’s nearing midnight, right?”

Rooster checks his watch, “Yep.”

“Oh, then just a few more minutes!” she chirps, looking up at him from her crouched position, “I’ll just finish some stuff then I’ll talk to Penny.”

“Sounds good, gorgeous.” he grins, “I’ll be here waiting, okay?” she nods at him, disappearing from his view when another patron called for a drink. When she was gone, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to the empty beer bottle in his hand, trying to see if its amber colored glass could distract him from the thoughts of Bea feeling less than perfect for him.

He knew it wasn’t something that could be resolved so suddenly, but he wanted to help her in any way he could. Tomorrow would be a long day, especially for Bea, and he wanted to ease her mind even if it was for a little bit. The sound of her heels brought him back to reality, her bag slung over her shoulder, “I’m ready.” she says, watching him walk around the bar to meet her once she stepped out, ‘Bye Shells! Bye Penny!”

“Bye honey!” Penny shouts, “Have fun at the wedding tomorrow!”

“Bring snacks!”

Beatrice chuckles, then takes hold of Rooster’s hand before the two walk out of the bar. Since it was dark there was no need for him to keep the sunglasses on, so he slipped it into the pocket of the red Hawaiian shirt, while his other hand squeezed Beatrice’s. She inhaled the air with a smile, “It was fun right?” she asks, shaking his arm a bit. “Everyone dressed up, we tried that pumpkin ale,” he makes a face when she mentions it, “And we also got free halloween candy from Penny!”

“We did?”

“Yes! I got some before I left,” she grins, unzipping her bag to reach inside, pulling out a pumpkin gummy for him to see, “These shouldn’t be as good as they are.” she says before plopping it into her mouth, “They don’t even taste like pumpkin but they are delicious.”

“Ah, then you stole some, did you?” she slows her chewing when he asks, “Why Miss Kyle, I thought you only stole jewelry.”

Beatrice’s lips curve up in a bright grin, her cheeks turning red, “Well, sometimes a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do.” It wasn't her best Julie Newmar impression, but it made Rooster chuckle breathily, leading them to the Bronco. Once both were inside, Beatrice made sure to kick the high heel booties off of her feet, leaning back on the seat with a happy sigh, wriggling her socks-covered toes to move them a bit.

“You know, I have no idea how I managed to work so long with heels.” she murmured when Rooster gets inside, “My feet are killing me.” she winced when she flexed her foot, a sharp pain shooting from her sole up her leg, “Thank God I won’t have to use heels tomorrow, or else I think I’d just limp around.”

Rooster watches her relax on the seat,lookin out of the window with a smile at the Halloween decoration outside the Hard Deck before he drives them off “I could always carry you.” he says,”You know I don’t mind.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t mind it either, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea.” she says, propping her chin up on her hand as she keeps her eyes on the outside, “I’ll be fine, I just need a shower and slip on my pajamas, then I’ll be okay.”

He sends her a look, following the way the fabric hugged her thighs with interest, “It’s a good idea.” he says with a small smile, keeping the idea he had to himself for now “It will definitely help you relax.”

She let out a breath of relief when her feet touched the wooden floors of her house, dropping her shoes by the entrance and her bag on the couch, “Finally.” she stretches her arms over her head with a happy grunt “Can you lock the door for me? My keys are on the left outer pocket.”

“Sure,gorgeous.” He follows her with his eyes until she disappears from his view, seeing that the pet gate was still latched on the bottom of the stairs. So as soon as he locked her front door, he sent an apologetic look towards Jolene who honestly didn’t seem too worried as she was lying on the couch with a blanket around her. He locked the pet gate behind himself, pulling out his phone and watch to set it on her desk, slowly approaching the bathroom door.

He peeked inside only to see Beatrice pulling her hair up in a bun then removing the gloves from her hand to toss them on the sink. She reached for the suit’s zipper, her torso twisting towards the door, “Oh.” she smiles, both of her arms up “Hey, I didn’t see you there.” her face pinched in annoyance, her arm moving in place as she groaned, “Oh, great.”

“Is it stuck?” he’s already stepping into the bathroom, right behind her to where he could see the gold zipper glinting under the bathroom’s fluorescent light “I can get it for you.�� she muttered a thanks towards him, holding her arms down to give him room. His eyes followed the zipper descent until it reached her lower back, the expanse of pale skin coming into view.

She inhaled sharply when she felt his hands sliding under the suit, pushing the fabric off her shoulders and arms, exposing the black bra when the top part of the suit pooled by her waist.Beatrice gasped quietly, feeling his lips press a trail of kissed on her neck, pushing her forward until she held herself against the sink “Brad…”

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he whispered against her neck, opening his eyes to see the reflection. Her eyes opened wide, panic written over her irises as her mouth tried to form words, “You really are, you know that?”

“I-I…”

She sucks in a sharp breath when his hands slide on the bottom part of the suit, tugging it downwards until her legs are bare as well. She couldn’t look at her reflection too long, finding things she wanted to change about her body the longer she looked, choosing to focus on anything but herself right now, “Bea, you are.”

“I don’t-.”

He hums, letting go of her body to help remove the black suit from her feet, tossing it to the side of the bathroom. He looked up at her with a smile, pressing a wet kiss on the curve of her thigh, “You are like a goddess.” she gasped, “Almost unreal how perfect you are.”

“R-Roos.” her voice broke a bit, “Why are you-”

“I don’t want you to doubt yourself, not around me. Not when it comes to us.” his eyes turned serious, standing back to his full height,cupping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, “You are more than enough.” her lips trembled with shaky intakes of air, confused and surprised over his words, but not being able to say anything back. He smiles sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, before touching their foreheads, “I think we should shower together.”

“W-What?”

“It’ll save up water.”

“I-I…” she looks back at her own shower, “Would it even work? I mean, it’s not that spacious…”

“We’ll make it work.” he smirks, unbuttoning his shirt while nodding his head to the shower, “Why don’t you go first, I’ll meet you in a few.” Beatrice stares dumbly at him before she snaps back in reality, walking towards the shower with her undergarments still on. He didn’t say anything, but waited until the dark shower door closed shut and he saw her panties and bra being thrown over, landing right next to her toilet.

He removes everything quickly, tossing his clothes to the side when he hears the water falling down, steam filling the bathroom like a fog. Rooster enters the shower only to see Beatrice is tucked into a corner, with her arms close to herself, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” she says when she notices his eyes on her, “You’ve seen me naked before.” she looks away from him with her upper body turning red, biting her lower lip hard.

He doesn’t say anything, but he does grab both of her hands so she wouldn’t be hiding herself, pulling her away from the corner and towards the shower stream. Water hits them both, wetting their hair and making it lie flat on their skulls, eventually making both laugh. She pushes the wet hair out of her eyes, then sees Rooster do the same by combing it all back with one hand.

Damn he was attractive.

“Where’s your body wash?” he questions, looking around the smaller bathroom with built in shower shelves, seeing colorful bottles next to one another until his eyes stopped on a lilac colored one with a specific flower drawn on the label. She reaches for it when he grabs the lavender body wash, but he pulls his arm back, leaving her confused, “Oh no, gorgeous. You stay right there.”

“But-”

He kisses her lips before she could continue, her eyes fluttering shut with her arms draping over his neck, bringing him closer. He smiles against her mouth, putting the body wash aside to drag his hands down the slick surface of her behind, squeezing the supple flesh as she gasps into his mouth.

Beatrice’s whimpers only get louder when he pushes her back enough till she touches the cold wall, a hiss of surprise leaving through her teeth when the tile hits her warm skin. He pulls his head back to stare right into her eyes, seeing her hooded lids look right back at him, before his head dips to bite down her neck. She moans quietly, arching her back to keep him there, one of his hands climbing up her body to cup her breast while the other remains on her hip bone, “Roos…”

It doesn’t take long for the hand on the hip to travel down,his middle and ring fingers doing a back and forth pattern on her lower lips while his thumb circles her clit at the same speed. Beatrice moans louder this time, her legs spreading a bit more so he could slide in without her thighs stopping him. She mewls in pleasure, feeling his fingers inside and outside of her, while his mouth stays on her neck and his other hand on her breast. “You have such a nice pussy, Bea.” the immediate clench around his finger making him smile, “You take me so well, be it my fingers or my cock, don’t you?”

Beatrice nods without saying anything, only a quiet ‘mmhmm’ left her throat, “Do you like when I fuck you with my fingers, gorgeous?” again another nod, her hips moving forward to meet his hand. He grins, his lips trailing back to her ear, where he continues, “Mmm, you have to use your words~.”

“I-I…” she whimpers, the back of her head hitting the tiled wall, “I-I do…” she lets out a soft scream when his hand speeds up, the hand on her breast leaves to cup her thigh, holding it up to his hip bone to give him more space, “God, Brad please!!”

“Please what?” he coos against her ear, “Tell me what you want, pretty girl. Do you want to cum?”

“Yes!!”

“How bad?” he slows his hand purposefully, earning an anguished wail from her, who drops her forehead on his shoulder, “How bad?”

“R-Rooster!God–I need to!!” she can’t even complete her sentence, too busy trying to regain the delicious friction from before without any success. She then feels the pressure building yet again, but he doesn’t speed his finger up anymore, instead he just pulls them out of her without warning. The brunette screams against his trapezius, hips moving, trying to get something, anything before she went insane, “Brad…” she whines, “Please…”

“Yeah,” he pants quietly, the hand that minutes before was inside of her reaches to one of the built in showed shelves, a ripping sound being heard. Since they were farther from the shower itself, it was easy for him to slip the condom, worrying about tossing the wrapper away once they were done, “Yeah, pretty girl, I know.”

She widens her eyes when he picks her up, pinning her to the wall and stepping between her open legs. Beatrice has no idea how strong Rooster truly is since he carries her around like she weighs nothing half of the time, but he lets go of one of her legs to align himself and push inside and holds her up with one hand. Sure it was for a short moment, but good God that was attractive.

Beatrice’s lips part in a breathless moan when he hilts, this time both of his hands are back on holding her legs up, which she locks around his hips by her ankles. He towers over her, his own mouth open, watching her face as he moves, as her arms wrap around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together again, their eyes never closing, soft moans coming out from the two of them as they just looked at one another.

He loved her so much.

She loved him so much.

It was in their eyes, but the words tickled up their throats, begging to be said out loud, so only they could hear it. Beatrice moaned softly while moving her hips to meet his own, the pleasure from before seemed to intensify, before she cupped his cheeks. Their kissing went from soft gentle pecking to deep kisses when his thrusts intensified, the shower jet covering the sound of their lovemaking and moaning. But honestly, even if it wasn’t either of them would care.

“Brad..” she breathes out his name, her whole body bouncing with the force - and speed- of his thrusts “Brad! God I-I can’t–” the pressure inside of her only seemed to grow larger and larger, downright making her whole body buzz with pleasure.

It was his words on her ear again, alongside the quick movements of his hips, that made her break, “Come on Bea, come on pretty girl, give it to me. Cum all over my cock, do it–” her body tensed in his mid sentence, squeezing his waist with her legs and her arms around his neck, a scream breaking free from her mouth when her forehead dropped to his shoulder.

The inner muscles inside of her didn’t give him too much of a break either, Rooster rapidly tried to go after his own release, digging his fingers on the plush flesh of her thighs with a deep groan breaking the confines of his chest and onto the wet skin of her neck. He huffed loudly, closing his eyes when his hips spasmed for a couple more seconds, still holding her up with both hands as they slowly came down their high.

Rooster still had his head on her neck when he felt her fingers comb through his wet hair, smiling sweetly down at him. He sighed softly, raising his head with a smirk, “Well, so much for showering together.”

Beatrice giggles, cupping his cheeks yet again to bring their lips together in a sweet kiss, “I don’t mind this either.” she says, “Matter of fact, it almost felt like this was your plan all along.”

“Maaaybe.” he drawls off, laughing with her “But I still think we should shower.” He steps back so he could pull out, gently lowering her legs to the wet floor and waiting until she stabilized herself. Beatrice gave him a nod to assure she was okay, watching him step out of the shower to toss the condom away, with the muscles of his asscheeks flexing when he walked. He looked over his shoulder towards her, seeing she was ogling him with interest, “Um, my eyes are up here?”

“You always look at mine.” she says while crossing her arms “I think it’s only fair.”

Rooster heaves out a pained sigh, but he’s grinning when he goes back inside the shower “Enough talking missy, time to get washed up.”

It is a miracle the two indeed manage to get washed up, while laughing and tossing water on each other, kissing and going for a second round - which he had to hurry completely wet to his duffel bag and grab another condom, apologizing for the trail of water he left on the way out. But when they are done both are now smelling like lavender, which he doesn’t mind, he grew to adore the smell, making the connection with her every time the scent hit his nose.

They lay on her bed in silence, her head on his chest and his hand combing through the slowly drying tresses, as they heard the sound of crickets from the outside. Beatrice sighs, which makes Rooster look down at her, “What?”

Her head shakes negatively against his pectoral, “Nothing.” she whispers, touching the bumps of his stomach with the tip of her finger, “I’m just really happy.”

“...yeah?”

She tilts her head up, pushing her body forward so she could place her folded arms over his chest, smiling at him, “Yeah.” her eyes are still shining, “You make me very happy, Roos.”

Rooster’s chest expands when she says it, the warmth returning with full force inside of him, “You make me just as happy, Bea.” he murmurs, the hand on the back of her head trails down to her cheek, where Beatrice leans into his touch with her eyes closing, “You have no idea how much.”

She blinks her eyes open, big and green, with long lashes fluttering. “Roos…I want to tell you something, not only because we just…well, had sex but, because I’ve been wanting to say it for a while.” she wets her lips nervously, sucking in a breath of courage, “...I-I love you.”

Too soon, her brain screams, too soon you stupid girl, now he’ll leave. He’ll leave and you’ll be alone. Watch.

But Rooster didn’t move, in fact, he just closed his eyes and dropped his head back into the pillow with a relieved sigh going past his lips. She blinked in silence, unsure what she should do following this reaction, “I love you too, God you have no idea how good it feels to say it outloud.” he lifts his head from the pillow, watching her cheeks turn the bright red he adored, “I love you too, gorgeous.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

Her brain tried to tell her it was a lie, that he felt pity for her but his eyes were always the most honest part of him. She could see he wasn’t lying, his smile was genuine and he was glowing “....you do.” she repeats, “You really do.”

Rooster understood her dumbfounded reaction, especially from what Evelyn told him earlier that night, “I do.” he cups her cheeks with both hands, “I love you.” he kisses her lips once ,”I love you,’ twice, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” the flurry of kisses couldn’t be stopped, nor could her smile and tears, kissing him back with just as much fervor. She squeaked when he rolled them over on her bed, pinning her under himself to look down at her once their kissing stopped “What are these tears for, huh? Are they happy tears?”

She nodded, sniffling quietly, before finally finding her words, “They are h-happy tears,” she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of the Navy hoodie, laughing softly, “Probably the happiest tears I ever cried.”

Rooster’s eyes softened, his thumb wiping some of them away before lowering himself on top of her, his chin pressed on the valley of her breasts. “It really feels good saying it out loud.” he repeats, “Been holding that in for…two months.”

She blinks at him, “Two months?” he nods, “I…that’s how long I kept in too.”

The two of them got silent, with Rooster’s eyebrows furrowing, “When did you figure it out?”

“When you were deployed.” she replies, watching his expression go from confusion, to shock then to pure unbridled joy, “Was it the same for you?”

“God, yeah, the moment you gave me your ring I was just hooked, pretty girl. Snagged me right in the heart.” he chuckles, “I probably was even before that, but I couldn’t figure it out that quickly.”

Beatrice’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she couldn’t help it. He loved her and she loved him and they loved each other! She was over the moon, the sun, the whole Solar System!

Nothing could put her down, especially not the wedding tomorrow, not when she heard those words come out of his mouth over and over again.

She could handle tomorrow, she thought while kissing him again, she would handle tomorrow.

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