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s0urw00lf · 2 months

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‘Till you come back home

Part one

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: you and dean confess some hidden feelings for each other

Warnings: angst? Fluff, love

AN: i don't know how i feel about this, it was my second try at it but i like it better than the last so i hope you enjoy

Somehow you’d managed to think yourself back to sleep, thankfully this time when you woke up Dean wasn’t what occupied your mind, it was the smell of blueberry pancakes in the air, which just so happened to be your favorite breakfast meal. You smiled, happy that Bobby still cared to remember something you’d scolded him into remembering when you were six years old. You quickly hopped out of bed, got dressed, and brushed your teeth.

As you descended the stairs the smell was more pleasant, causing your stomach to growl right as you hit the last step. “Someone’s hungry” Bobby joked as he stepped out of the kitchen. You laughed “Yeah, food kinda slipped my mind yesterday,” you said accidentally letting a frown overtake your features.

There was a tense silence as you both searched for something to say. “Breakfast is on the counter, and there’s orange juice in the refrigerator. Help yourself” he said, pointing back at the kitchen. “Thank you Bobby” you smiled, walking past him and into the kitchen. You heard him mumble something under his breath, something like ‘you won’t be saying that in twenty minutes’ or something. This caused your brows to furrow as you thought about it. ‘What the hell was he talking about?’ You thought.

You ate in silence, thankful that Bobby had some work to take care of with one of his old cars so you could be alone with your thoughts. The silence didn’t last long, soon enough you heard the all too familiar rumble of the Impala getting closer and closer. ‘Bobby you asshole’ you thought slamming your utensil on the table, you went to the fridge grabbed a beer, and hurried out back. You knew what was coming and you’d do just about anything to prolong that conversation with the both of them.

About five minutes passed before you heard the door open behind you. The heavy footsteps indicated it was Sam, he sat down beside you looking forward with his elbows resting in his knees. “Nice to see your okay” he said looking at you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, already knowing the expression that occupied his face so you looked down at the beer in your hands “I’m sorry Sammy, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision and I didn’t think about it” you tried to explain yourself. Sam shook his head “Don’t apologize for choosing yourself. Honestly I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner” he said, this made your head snap toward him “What? What are you talking about” you asked confused.

Sam laughed “C’mon y/n/n anyone with eyes can see how head over heels you are for him, well except him I guess” he scoffed as if it was common knowledge. You laughed, not for a second believing the words coming out of his mouth “Yeah right Sam, you don’t have to lie” you said, even though the thought made your heart soar, you had to be realistic, and realistically he probably only sees you as his best friend.

Sam couldn’t instant how you didn’t see know knee deep in love with you Dean is. It’s so obvious, and for you to have grown up with him and Dean, you were either blind or didn’t know Dean as much as he thought and he doubted it was the latter. Sam sighed, “Well I’m gonna go see Bobby, it’s good to see you okay.” He said standing up. You nodded, watching as he walked away.

You knew you and Dean seeded to talk but you weren’t sure if you were gonna have to go to him or if he was gonna come to you. About twenty minutes passed before you heard the door open again. This time you swear your heart stopped, your whole body tensed as his footsteps stopped right beside you, taking the same spot Sam occupied not even thirty minutes ago.

“Why didn’t you say anything,” Dean asked getting right to it. You took a deep inhale, “because if I had I knew you would’ve been able to talk me out of it” you answered, keeping your eyes trained on the beer in your hands. Dean had this way of controlling his expressions when he was upset, and you were almost one hundred percent sure that’s what he was doing right now. Dean shook his head, “not if you had a good reason for it” he stated, his squinted eyes trailing along the horizon.

You turned your head to look at him, his face was hardened and your heart sank for the second time, that was the face he made when he was hurt and trying to suppress it. Tears formed in your eyes, “I’m sorry Dean, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You said, his face stayed blank but you could see the calculating look in his eyes. “It wasn’t well thought out I just had to get away for a while” you continued.

“Were you gonna come back” he asked after a moment of silence. You paused thinking, “I don’t know, I didn’t think about it to be honest” you shrugged. You could feel anxiety bubbling in your stomach, you knew he was gonna ask you and you weren’t sure you’d be able to admit it.

“The whole drive here I tried to figure out, and understand why you’d leave. But I’m gonna be honest with you I got nothing” he shook his head, averting his eyes to you, the intensity of his gaze made you want to melt into the ground. “You gotta give me something y/n, I mean I’m working off crumbs here.” He said, a knot grew in your throat keeping you from saying anything. “Why’d you leave?” He finally asked.

You sat down your beer before standing up. You put a hand to your forehead, you started to feel sick and the heat was not helping. You tried to think of the best way to go about this. “I left… because I couldn’t watch you sleep around anymore,” you said. Dean's brows furrowed as he looked up at you from his sat position. “When we were seventeen, I started to grow this feeling. That I hated, I didn’t know what it was but it was because of you. Every time you told me about your new girl after moving schools, every girlfriend, every one-night stand. I hated it, the feeling like my heart had been crushed. Every time.” You said, Dean stood up grabbing your hand “y/n-“ “No I’m not done” you cut him off and stunned him into silence.

“I thought it would go away but it didn’t, and then I tried to show you but you wouldn’t take the hint, somehow I was able to accept it, but something shifted in me after John died.” Tears were now rolling down your face “It’s like a punch in the gut every time you give yourself to a woman.” You paused contemplating if you wanted to say the words that lingered at the tip of your tongue. “Dean Winchester I am so helplessly in love with you, your stupid smile and pretty eyes, and god those freckles, and I don’t know if I can try to deny it anymore” you admitted.

Dean didn’t waste any time, he grabbed your face wiping those tears running down your face “Well that just makes this a hell of a lot easier” he said before he connected his lips to yours. You and Dean moved in perfect sync, as if you’d done it a million times before, you felt as if your legs went weak and if Dean wasn’t holding you by your hips you were sure you would’ve crumbled to the ground. Your heart felt like it was beating against your chest. You were almost sure he could hear it.

Dean was the first to pull away. "Damn it woman you have no idea what you do to me" he breathed out while keeping you close and right then and there you swore you could've died a happy woman. "God I love you, never thought I deserved you" he confessed, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it before. “That’s a relief, imagine how embarrassing it’d be if I just confessed my love for you and you didn’t feel the same way” you joked. Dean shook his head “That would’ve never happened I’ve been in love with you since we were 15” he confessed

You scrunched your face “Wow, way to one-up me huh” you said. There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you two, you wrapped your arms around Dean's neck and brought him in for another kiss that was just as passionate as the last one. The two of you separated when you heard a claps coming from behind you, Jean rolled his eyes looking over your shoulder causing you to turn around. “Gotta say it’s about time, you two have been pining over each other for over a decade now” sam teased. You groaned “Sam you asshole go away” you said. The younger Winchester laughed walking closer ,to the two of you and brung you in for a hug. “No but seriously I’m really happy for you two” he said “and maybe next time I tell you something you should listen” he joked, and you pushed him away “I was gonna take back that asshole comment but now I don’t think I will, should I?” You asked turning to Dean who wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He pretended to think before shaking his “nope” he said making all three of you laugh. “C’mon help me pack” you said holding your hand out for him “i wanna go home”. Even though you don’t have any permanent residency, anywhere your two boys were was as close to home as you could get.

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writersdrug · 26 days

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Mourning Dove

König x Reader

Chapter 2. Dead End

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Summary: You managed to escape Drew, and you have a plan. Who knew walking for an entire day could be so boring?

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, cursing, brief mentions of rape/unwanted sexual intercourse, anxiety, mentions of death

It was surprising how much stamina Drew had after a day of putting up with you – and you’d been intentionally dense that day.

For the last fuck you were letting him give, in the most literal sense, he’d chosen to take his time with it. You had resigned your dignity to the pine needles and humus when he had shoved your face into the ground. It was a much more forgiving position than having to look him in the eyes as he used your cunt – you managed to tune out the unwelcomed intrusion by pretending your body was rooting into the earth with each thrust, until you could become one with the dirt, irrelevant to both Drew and the infected.

One can only dream.

Still, your hard work had paid off: after a full day of nagging him, playing dumb, and letting him plow his frustration into your body, he was wiped. He had collapsed onto you after he’d spent himself inside your walls, panting and groaning like an animal (a wounded one, to any passing wanderer). Then, promptly after that, he banished you to lie underneath the fir tree, at good three yards away from him. He didn’t like being touched after sex, which was a blessing in your situation.

You couldn’t tell what time it was – which was always. But there was no clue to whether you were closer to yesterday’s sunset or tomorrow’s sunrise. You began to create questions in your mind, ones that pressed like nails into your plan, which seemed more paper-thin as the night continued on. What if he woke up before you could leave? What if you don’t get far enough, and he catches up to you? The possibility of your plan failing was more terrifying than if you would end up becoming infected, or snapping your neck falling down the steep mountainside.

Every fiber of your body was telling you to stay still. What if it’s better to stay with him? What if I die in the first thirty minutes on my own? Instinct told you to remain with Drew, to stay with the pack. That quantity was quality in this situation. But you respected yourself too much. You’d spent a whole week promising yourself that this would be it – there were too many encounters of blood and bruises by Drew’s hand to convince you to stay rooted to him.

If you didn’t go tonight, you might never take the risk again.

Drew hadn’t stirred for the last fifteen minutes – or what felt like it. Your eyes were locked on him out of fear and anticipation. He could wake up soon, or he might not. The unknown was what terrified you. But you knew he was exhausted. You had made sure to tire him out throughout the day, mentally and physically. You’d planned this. It would work. You just had to get moving.

Thankfully, the only foliage beneath you consisted of the pine needles from the fir, and they hardly made any noise. You rose as slowly as you could, your eyes fixed on Drew’s unconscious silhouette across the small clearing. One knee carefully pressed underneath you, then the other, laying your hand against the tree trunk. Pushing your palm against the rough, prickly bark for stability, you leaned your weight into it and rose until you were standing.

You paused there for a moment, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Your breath ran shallow and quiet as you were frozen, eyes locked on his form, your mind already brimming with fear. It felt wrong to be on your feet when Drew wasn’t. Part of you expected him to wake up in an instant, imagining the angry words and beating that would follow soon after. Your skin was too familiar with the feeling of his hand, either open or closed, laying bruises somewhere along your body. Without the possibility of someone seeing the marks, Drew hadn’t been worried about leaving them where they weren’t hidden by your clothing, meaning most of them were visible along your face, arms, and legs. You looked more like the infected than a human, you thought.

Focus.

You managed to peel your gaze away from him, taking a quiet step towards the bags. The night was unsettlingly quiet as you knelt in front of them; you carefully grabbed the handle of his pack, wincing at the sound of the canvas brushing against your skin. The more dire the situation, the louder the nose, it seemed. The zipper was equally and unfortunately as audible as you tugged it open. It was meticulously organized, a pocket for every item within. You tried your best to sift quietly through the items, only taking what you needed, or what you saw Drew using on a daily basis. One of the Lifestraws (he said something about them lasting for ages, so you didn’t take both), two MRE’s, his flint and steel striker, and a small medkit (military grade, he had boasted). You had your own backpack of things that Drew had given to you – it wasn’t designed for you specifically, it was just an extra Armageddon rucksack that had been lying in the back of his car, and you were the extra pack-mule to carry it. A clean change of men’s clothing, the majority of the remaining protein bars, another multitool, extra batteries and some maps. It wasn’t filled to the brim, but you wanted to travel light.

You left the bag unzipped and laid it back down. Of course, he would know that you had fled once he woke up in the morning. You could only hope that it would buy you a few more seconds of time once he would grab his backpack in a hurry, only to find you had stolen from him, too. On the chance that he did wake up within the hour, any extra moment of time could be the difference between life and your corpse lying in the river.

Quietly stuffing the supplies into your backpack, you glanced back at Drew. He was in the same position as when you first got up; facing the decline of the forest, sleeping bag tucked tightly around him. You really must have wiped him out, considering he hadn’t changed positions since his eyes had closed. That same sense of uncertainty clawed its way back up your throat as you watched the rise and fall of his diaphragm: this is a bad idea. If you go through with this, and he finds you, you’re dead. He’ll murder you. You’re being selfish. He’s helping you, and here you are, stealing his shit and running away. If he doesn’t find you and kill you first, the infected will. Or you’ll die of your own stupidity. Just because you wanted to prove a point.

Like water from a tap, you let the thoughts flow from your brain and out of your mind. It was normal, natural to have so much anxiety. But you let it pass.

It was time. You had everything – ironically, only what was necessary – and the cover of night. It felt impossible to turn back now; cowardice would be a worse sentence than death, and your pride was, somehow, still blooming brightly in this dark age. A tendril of stubbornness poked above the surface of your doubt as you glared down at Drew. You leaned down, letting a fat glob of spit land quietly on the ground next to his back.

Good riddance.

The forest was unbearably quiet as you shouldered your backpack, polyester sliding noisily against your cardigan. The click of your flashlight made you cringe, the sound bouncing off the surrounding firs, shooting back into your skull like lances. After a moment of recovery, you cast the light ahead of you and started-

“Mmh… what y’ doin’?”

Fear took hold of your throat like a vice, strangling the breath that was leaving your lungs. Your limbs turned to stone, one foot out in front of you, frozen mid-step. Daring to turn your head, you saw him reach a tensile arm out and above his side, thick fingers flexing towards the sky. He pulled his hand back down and behind him, groaning quietly as he stretched his shoulder muscles.

Fuck fuck fuck-

“Bathroom.” You replied, the rest of your body as still as a statue. Air hadn’t made its way back into your lungs since you first heard him speak, and each second felt like a lifetime.

His arm lowered back down, retreating into the sleeping bag. He didn’t answer you, his silence stretching across the clearing and drowning out the sound of your own heartbeat. Your pulse thrummed in your chest, flowing down your arms and into your fingertips where the flashlight shook in your trembling hands. You waited… waited… but nothing. The rhythmic, deep breaths from before resumed their pace, and you finally exhaled a quiet breath between your lips.

That was your cue to leave. You weren’t going to test your luck any more than you had spent.

With quiet breaths and leftover adrenaline coursing through your veins, you left the clearing, the cliff, and the fir that was your shelter. The cold air reached deep into your lungs, bringing in determination and resolve, exhaling uncertainty into the night. You reassured yourself: you were prepared, you had a plan, and Drew was none the wiser, nor was he awake to find you. You had a head start. You were proud of yourself. Breaking the cycle wasn’t easy, especially when sticking in groups was preferred in such a situation. But, you did it. Even if you ended up succumbing to cruel weather, starvation, or whatever elements decided you didn’t deserve to live, it would be a better fate than sticking around with a monster of its own kind.

Fortunately, you were able to cover decent ground while it was still dark. The sun had only just begun to rise when you had estimated four miles between you and Drew. The woods were a bit daunting when the early morning fog was thick, and the haze surrounding you was a deep azure, providing barely any light. Your flashlight didn’t do much to help you see; it bounced off the mist around you, enveloping you in a blinding wall of white. You’d headed west until you were ablet to make out the rough terrain beneath you, and then decided to retire the flashlight. You only had so many batteries, after all – the entirety of Drew’s stash.

Make it back to the car. That was the plan. You weren’t sure if it would even start after all this time, but Drew had revealed over boiled water and lukewarm MRE’s that there was an extra battery stashed in the trunk. If it came with instructions – bingo. You’d be back on the main road before too long.

You had your deductions: any towns might still have usable supplies and canned goods – at the rate the infection was spreading, there wasn’t enough time for the stores and pharmacies to be drained of everything. You needed the car to get to the closest city, and based on the map you’d been studying over the past few weeks, it would only be an hour’s drive. There should be enough gas left in the tank to get you there, if not a short walk from it. If you took the autobahn, you had a chance of avoiding the infected, since there weren’t many “resources” for them there. If you did have to walk the last portion of the trip, you might be lucky enough to miss them completely.

Finding the car was the most difficult part; reading a map was surprisingly not easy, and the only reason you hadn’t lost yourself in the penciled-in mountains and trees is because you had followed the river. Each bend that you shadowed was an echo on the map’s interpretation, and if you followed it for another mile or so, it would be a straight line south to the area where Drew had abandoned the car. Locating the car would prove to be a challenge, since you would have to break away from the river to find it. But you trusted yourself to recognize the area once you (hopefully) stumbled upon it. You may not have run into an end-of-the-world situation before, but you weren’t helpless.

The early-afternoon glow that cocooned the forest was helpful in calming your nerves. The world seemed pre-apocalyptic here; you stopped for a brief moment to appreciate the birdsong calling through the trees, and the gentle wind blanketing over your anxiety like a balm to your soul. If you forced yourself to pretend, the pine trees and the mist could appear almost aesthetic. Like this was just a hike in the woods. Maybe you were on a journey to self-discovery, choosing to meander through nature just to break from “the real world.” The fantasy was short-lived, however, when the rustling of the contents of your backpack roused you from your maladaptive daydreaming.

Every now and then, the snap of a branch or the shuffle of leaves would have you breaking your neck to check your surroundings. It was unlikely that an infected could have climbed up the mountain this far, let alone quietly enough that you had missed it. But, the world had already proven to be rather unpredictable; you couldn’t afford to take things for what they were. What if they’ve learned to hunt?! What if they eventually make their way up the mountain when they run out of fresh meat? Anxiety had rooted itself into your scattered mind, tearing holes into it like the ground did to your shoes.

What if there was nothing left in the town besides dead, hungry corpses? What if the car doesn’t start? What if you never find the car? What if you’re lost?

You shook your head clear of the mess of questions. Thinking like that would only send you into a spiral of despair, and you didn’t have the energy to waste on supporting whatever secure mentality remained. One foot in front of the other – that’s what you had to force into your mind, squeezing your eyes shut hard enough that purples and yellows kaleidoscoped behind your lids. Deep breath in, and out. You were lucky enough to have made it this far without being caught by Drew.

Drew. The thought of him alone made uncertainty resurface, and you opened your eyes with a dissatisfied sigh. He couldn’t be close… right? He didn’t seem like someone who would bide his time once he had discovered you, frolicking in the forest with his protein bars and his gear. Based on the lack of his shouting, and the absence of someone rushing up the hill to tackle you, it seemed he hadn’t discovered your trail yet. Maybe he hadn’t even realized that you were missing. Considering the energy he had put into fucking you the night before, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was still asleep at this hour.

Whatever hour it was, anyways…

You huffed, kicking a small stone further down your path. A glance at the map confirmed that you were still in the right area, and that you’d be following the river for a while. Progress had seemed so easily obtainable at the beginning of the journey, but now, dare you say it, you were bored. It seemed selfish to experience such a feeling, when you were lucky enough to have been one of the ones to survive the infection. Based on the map, you had walked nearly twelve miles – have you ever walked that much in a week, let alone one day? You deserved the right to be bored.

Hours passed agonizingly slowly, and the golden halo of light gradually turned into a warm orange, then waned off altogether. The haze of mist around you became colorless and thick, seeping into the cracks of your mind and stirring up the fear you had been stomaching all day. You knew it made no difference to the infected – they’d hunt you by the light of the sun or the moon, there was no preference. But it made you wonder… were they the worst things out there? Could there be other abominations lurking in the woods, waiting for you to take one wrong step?

Stop it, you scolded yourself. Another sigh fell from your lips. Get it together. You’re fine. You were never afraid of the dark, but that fear was slowly seeping into your bones with each passing day of this damn virus. They didn’t sleep. They didn’t have to. You did.

Enough was enough, you decided, as a deep blue began to settle between the trees. You didn’t have much longer before it became too dark, and you wouldn’t be able to see. The chill around you only seemed to drop further – shit, should I have been setting up camp by now? You didn’t even think about that. The intention of finding the car had sucked every other rational thought from your mind; you didn’t expect that task to take more than a day.

Good thing I took the flint and steel, you thought. Gathering bits and bobs for the fire was easy; decent chunks of wood and broken branches lay scattered about the forest floor, and you scooped up as much as you could into your arms. You found a boulder not too far ahead of you, not nearly as big as the one from the night before, but it would provide enough shelter to push your back against. The sky was nearly midnight-blue now as you dropped your bag by the rock (boulder seemed too generous of a term, now that you were looking at the thing up close).

With some leaves and twigs, cold fingers, and a great deal of patience, you managed to bring a small flame to life with the flint and steel. You cupped your hands around it and blew, begging whatever cruel being had started this whole mess to let it catch into a bright fire. Each log you carefully placed over the blaze slowly took, and you soon had a warm campfire.

You didn’t care if this wasn’t smart, or if you were making yourself a target for the infected. Exhaustion and the dropping temperature were the only two things on your mind now; Drew was an afterthought, now that you’d had the chance to calm down and take a rest. Considering you were a “dumb bitch” in his eyes, as he’d so politely put it, you trusted that he had assumed you would head south in search of the nearby city. It was safe to believe that you had fooled him, and you were making do just fine on your own.

The ground was cold and wet as you curled up onto it, pushing your back against the rock. You attempted to pretend this was all one, big, dumb camping trip, but that failed when you remembered the lack of a sleeping bag or any sort of cover. You felt just as bored as before, plagued with both prostration and restlessness, and a wandering mind. You were still alone, which was both a relief and a fright. At least with Drew, you had strength in numbers…

You made the right choice to leave. Despite having to remind yourself of this every hour, and despite the gnawing feeling in the back of your mind that maybe this was a mistake, you know it was the right thing to do. Drew may have ended up killing you eventually, if you had given it another weak. He’d only let you use so many of his resources before he would decide that your sex wasn’t worth lugging you around for. Not only that, but you had to prove to yourself that you weren’t utterly helpless. You moved all the way out here on your own, didn’t you? It wasn’t luck that you got stuck in the apocalypse with the worst man in the country – it was unfortunate. You weren’t lucky to have Drew. Maybe his car, his extra backpack, and the map he’d forced you to study for the past several weeks, but Drew wasn’t your savior.

You were your own savior.

You rolled away from the fire with a groan. The flames warmed the skin on your back, spreading across it like a blazing liquid, but it felt good. You leaned into that, focusing on the heat and the crackling of the fire. The burning pine was acrid, but comforting. You had always dreamed of taking a vacation in the heart of Olympic National Park, didn’t you? This wasn’t much different. Ignoring the circumstances, the only real difference was that you were somewhere in Europe, not the states. But with the way things had been carrying on recently, you doubted that borders between countries really mattered anymore.

With your eyes fluttering shut, you imagined that there was a warm cabin behind you; that you could go inside if you really wanted, that you were choosing to spend the night in your front yard. If the night grew too cold, or if the ground was too stiff, you’d just head back to your cozy room and queen bed. There’d be pancakes waiting for you in the morning, and you’d be happy, and warm, and safe.

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DISTRACTIONS VIII | OPEN WOUND

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 7,743

summary: you and jamie have officially taken your relationship to the next level. but jamie still feels like he isn’t good enough for you.

A/N: once again, thank you all for all of the patience as you waited for this long-delayed chapter, as well as everyone who reached out while i was under the weather. i love and apperciate all of you! this was a hard chapter to write, even now that i’m feeling better, so i hope it was worth the wait. icymi, thinking this is chapter 8 of 12 formal parts so we’re almost at the end, but i anticipate writing more drabbles set in this universe!💗

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It wasn’t unusual that Jamie woke up before you, however it was usually when he had to meet up with Roy for training. This morning, though, once he opened his eyes and saw you sleeping peacefully beside him, there was no falling back asleep. He’d had the forethought to text Roy at some point last night to tell him he wouldn’t be able to make it to practice, knowing there was no chance he was leaving this bed without you.

Yesterday has been a rollercoaster for Jamie. After a few days of impending dread that you were going to end things with him after feeling you pulling away, you’d called and invited him over. The sound of your voice made his stomach flip and he’d had a shred of hope for the first time in weeks that maybe these feelings he’d developed for you weren’t one sided. Once deciding to go to your place after meeting with the team to fix up Sam’s restaurant, he was feeling confident enough to confess to you no matter what. He couldn’t let this go on any longer without you knowing what you meant to him.

The nerves crept in when the boys and he were finishing up dinner, and he’d texted you to let you know he’d be over soon.

“I can’t wait to see you,” he’d boldly texted only to regret doing so when he received no reply from you.

You’d probably fallen asleep on the couch watching one of your shows, he’d told himself. He texted you one more time before he started driving to let you know he was on his way. By the time he reached your flat, there was still no word from you. It wasn’t like you to not respond, even over the past few weeks when things were rocky, you still never fully ignored him. You had to be asleep.

He debated how loud he should knock, simultaneously not wanting to disturb you if you were in fact passed out on the couch, but also just wanting to at least be reassured you were alright. He ended up knocking at a normal volume, and was pleasantly surprised to hear your footsteps approach only moments later. A small smile instantly formed when he saw you, until he noticed that you looked like you’d been crying. He quickly moved to comfort you and his mind began racing with thoughts of what could have possibly made you so upset, and no matter what it was, he’d do anything to prevent it from happening again.

You didn’t get the chance to explain when another person popped the bubble you two seemed to form whenever you were together. Upon processing that another man was in your home, his chest began to feel like a piano had dropped onto it. Who the fuck was this? He thankfully had enough sense to analyze the situation and see that whoever this was, was clearly upsetting you so he couldn’t let his thoughts get too carried away. But that didn’t stop him from feeling defensive. Jealous. Protective.

As soon as the name Mason was uttered from the prick’s mouth, Jamie had to hold back from decking the guy across the face, for everything he did to you months ago, and for having the nerve to show up here and cause you any more distress. Then he had the nerve to call you ‘babe’ like he had any right to even be in the same room as you, let alone call you a term of endearment without any sense of affection behind it, only possessiveness. But he knew punching your ex wouldn’t make you feel any better.

Somewhere in the midst of his quiet rage, and focus on your well-being, the other man accused the two of you of being together, and Jamie quickly realized this meant you must have told him about the two of you in some capacity. At that moment, he wasn’t sure if you’d used him as an excuse to kick your ex out, or if it was true, but it didn’t matter. All he knew was this asshole needed to get as far away from you as possible. He almost threw all chivalry out the window when he watched Mason step closer to you, but luckily you moved away and maintained composure as you once again asked him to leave. Jamie immediately backed you up and all but pushed Mason out the door. As soon as he disappeared down the stairs, relief flooded Jamie’s chest and his heart pounded when you’d asked him to stay.

However, anxiety started creeping back up when he remembered what Mason had said.

“Don’t tell me he’s the one you moved on with?”

Had you moved on from Mason completely? And did you have feelings for him?

He’d hesitantly and quietly asked you just this, and you’d shyly admitted that you had indeed fallen for him, and Jamie could not remember a time when he’d been more happy. And despite his nerves, he never felt more proud to share that he had feelings for you, too. The rest of the night was a blur of kisses and tangled up limbs. He’d had great sex countless times before, specifically with you, but it was beyond incredible that night. You were incredible.

Now as sunlight crept into your room, he watched you sleep peacefully in awe. He could not fathom how he’d gotten so lucky to even know you, let alone call you his. He’d hoped you were his - not in a possessive sense - in a relationship sense. But between all the sex and lazy pillow talk in between, you two hadn’t exactly decided on any labels. He knew you were more than friends, and certainly more than just benefits, but he was a bit unsure of what that looked like from here on out.

He wasn’t aware of how much time passed as he watched you breath and traced nonsensical shapes across your hip, but before he knew it your eyes - your beautiful eyes - were fluttering open to meet his.

A warm smile takes over your face as you process your surroundings and Jamie can’t help but reciprocate.

After a few more quiet moments, you whisper, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Jamie whispers back. He doesn’t hesitate to close the very minimal gap between your two heads to kiss you, but your fingers press against his lips before he can.

“I have morning breath,” you whine quietly.

“That’s never stopped me before,” he tuts playfully and presses his lips against yours anyway. Despite your initial complaint, you hungrily reciprocate and Jamie practically smirks into the kiss

As much as you want to get carried away, you reluctantly pull away and lean your forehead against his. “I guess we never really talked about what happened last night.”

“We were a little busy.”

You huff out a laugh, but don’t meet his eye. After a few quiet seconds, you speak up again, “I’m sorry about Mason. He showed up out of nowhere.”

Jamie frowns, leaning away from you a bit, “You don’t need to apologize for him.”

“I know,” you nod, your fingers beginning to play with his absentmindedly between your two bodies, “I just feel bad that you even had to see him. I feel bad that I had to see him.”

“I don’t care about him,” he assures, his free hand combing through your hair comfortingly, “I just care that you’re alright.”

You nod, “I’m okay.”

After a beat, Jamie finds himself asking, “Was there any part of you that…considered taking him back?”

“No,” you answer immediately, clearing Jamie of any worries, “I think I want to believe his apology because I know I deserve one, but any feelings I had for him are completely gone. I have feelings for someone else. In case you missed that part.”

Jamie grins, “No, I remember that part very clearly. I think you said something like, ‘Jamie you are the nicest, sexiest, most talented footballer I’ve ever met and I can’t go another second without being with you’.”

You snort, “I don’t quite remember it like that. Was that before or after you told me I’m ‘the hottest, funniest, cutest person you’ve ever known and that I would make you the luckiest man in the world if I was your girlfriend’.”

Jamie laughs, “Not sure I said all that.”

You shrug, “Well, it’s all true, so can’t see why you wouldn’t’ve.”

Jamie’s amused smile turns into a shy one. “Even the part about you being my girlfriend? You really want to be that?”

You give him an unsure smile of your own, “I do if you want to. Be my boyfriend, I mean.”

“Oh, I definitely do,” he nods, leaning forward to press his face into the crook of your neck, “I’d be the luckiest man in the world, apparently.”

You laugh loudly, from his return of your joke but also from the vibration of his words against your throat. You settle down as his words turn into soft kisses that trail up to your jaw, to your cheek, and to your ear. As Jamie peppers more soft kisses across your face, nerves replace the butterflies in your stomach.

“Jamie?”

He plants one last kiss against your lips before peering down at you from above, “Yeah?”

“Would it be okay if we still kept our relationship quiet for a little bit?” you ask timidly. “I think I’d like to stay in this bubble we’ve had for a little longer, while this is still new, if that’s okay with you?”

Jamie’s quiet for a couple moments, and you worry that this is a deal breaker for him. However, he gives you a small smile a second later which instantly alleviates your nerves. He settles back beside you and pulls you into his chest.

“Of course,” he whispers into your hair, “I like having you all to myself. Although, I should probably tell you, Roy sort of knows.”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle, “I kind of knew that.”

“What?” Jamie’s eyes narrow, “How?”

“He mentioned it to me the other day. Wanted to make sure I wasn’t leading you on for nothing.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, it was sweet, actually. Didn’t see that coming from Roy Kent.”

Jamie snorts.

“In that case, you should know that Rebecca knows.”

“I did know that.”

“And Sam.”

“Wait, what? Sam, too?”

You nod, peering up at him through your lashes, “I only told him yesterday when I was panicking over how much I like you.”

“Aw,” Jamie smirks, “Kinda nice to know the effect I have on you.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, he told me you’ve kinda been obsessed with me this whole time.”

Jamie’s smirk drops, “What did he say?”

“Just something about Richard talking about me, and you flipping out.”

Jamie’s eyes fall closed, “I did not flip out. I just respectfully let him know you wouldn’t be interested in him.”

“Says who?”

“Says who-?” Jamie’s eyes snap open and so does his jaw. He spends half a second in complete shock before seeing the playful smile on your face, “You’re mean.”

“I’m sorry!” you laugh into his chest, “But you’re cute when you’re jealous.” You look up at him and see him pouting. You give him another grin and begin kissing up his chest to his neck, “Don’t worry,” you whisper between kisses, “I am all yours.”

Jamie sighs as you continue pressing kisses to his neck before ultimately capturing his lips with yours once again. There are voices in his head trying to convince him this is all too good to be true; that he should be more worried about your need for secrecy but he ignores them. For now he allows himself to get completely lost in you. His girlfriend.

You and Jamie arrive at the club separately later that morning, Jamie having reluctantly left your home to go to his so he didn't show up in clothes from the night before. However, you somehow manage to show up within moments of each other.

As you walk into the parking lot, you find Sam exiting his car and eagerly approach him with a kind greeting. You can tell he wants to ask you whether or not you confessed your feelings to Jamie the night before, but before you can put him out of his misery, Jamie’s own car pulls into the lot. He gets out and while you both try not to make eye contact, you can’t help but feel a gravitational pull toward one another.

Jamie nods at you, “Morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Jamie.” Neither of you can keep the goofy smiles off your faces. You’re lucky Sam is the only one around - you’ll need to be better about keeping this on the down low.

“Hey, Jamie,” Sam calls out with a smirk of his own that only grows when Jamie’s eyes snap to his in surprise.

Jamie smothers his smitten smile for a more cordial one, “Hey, Sam. See you inside?”

Sam nods. Jamie gives you one last look and another tiny smile before walking away.

You can barely look Sam in the eye as he spins back around to face you with a shit-eating grin.

“Don’t-”

“You did it!” he squeezes your shoulders and shakes you gently, “You told him you liked him!”

You can’t help but laugh as you shush him, “While it didn’t go exactly as I would have wanted, yes. I told him I liked him and he likes me and we’re…together.”

“Yes!” He engulfs you in a tight hug, “I’m so happy for you.”

You squeeze him back, “Well, can you be happy and quiet? We’re trying to be discreet for a little while longer.”

“Why?” Sam questions, pulling away from you, “I thought you’d be excited.”

“I’m, uh, buying time to try to figure out how to tell Keeley,” you explain to him, “I know that it's been a while since she and Jamie were together, but I don’t want to break girl code, you know?”

“Ah yes, the rules of female friendship are very sacred,” Sam nods sagely, “I guess we should get inside. I want to make sure I have time to tease Jamie before training - discreetly of course.”

You snort as the two of you head inside. You part ways with Sam after making him promise to be nice to Jamie, before you head towards Rebecca’s office.

You poke your head in her doorway and the older woman beams at you from her spot on the couch. She sets down her cup of tea and gestures eagerly for you to sit with her. As you sit beside her on the couch, you look around the room, trying to figure out how to tell her about your updated relationship status. However, Rebecca lets out a gasp, interrupting your brainstorm.

“Oh, my God, are you and Jamie are officially together?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, “How the hell do you do that?”

“I’m psychic,” you tilt your head in interest and Rebecca rolls her eyes, “No, you just looked nervous and I saw Jamie when he came in a few minutes ago and he seemed like he was on cloud nine. Figured it had to do with you.”

You shake your head, “You’re still ridiculous.”

Rebecca shrugs with a grin, “What can I say?” She pokes your arm, “Why don’t you look as happy? This is a new development I assume, so you should be in the honeymoon phase.”

“We are. I am. I just…we’re still keeping it a secret,” you sigh, before quickly adding, “Except from you, Sam, and Roy.”

“Uh huh. And why exactly do you need to keep it a secret if you’re actually dating him now?”

“I’m procrastinating telling Ted,” you admit sheepishly.

Rebecca frowns, “Why? Ted adores Jamie.”

“I know. And Jamie loves Ted. That’s the problem. He looks up to him. I don’t want to make their dynamic weird by putting myself in the middle.”

Rebecca shakes her head, “Or it could make it all the better.”

You shrug, “I think I’d rather wait a little before I find out.”

“I support you whatever you decide, but I think you worry too much about other people,” Rebecca sighs, “But you’re happy, though? With Jamie?”

You bite your lip to keep from beaming, “Extremely.”

A slow smile creeps its way onto Rebecca’s face before the two of you start squealing.

Jamie finds it hard not to proclaim his feelings for you when Isaac asks him why he’s in such a good mood, but he manages to find something else to say. That something else being: “The fuck? I’m in a normal mood, thank you very much,” to which Isaac holds his hands up and backs off, muttering, “Okay, I take it back. Relax, bruv.”

Yeah, he wasn’t exactly thrilled you were still keeping your relationship a secret, even after graduating from just fuck buddies. But you were together and that was all that mattered. He was happy, and you were happy. At least he assumed - hoped - you were happy. You wouldn’t just enter another relationship that wasn’t making you happy. Unless you were just doing it to make him happy. But then why would you confess your feelings first?

God, Isaac was right; he did need to relax. He was just in his head. This was the first time he was in a real relationship with someone. Sure, he’d had relationships before, with Keeley and other girls, but this time he gave a shit. A lot of shits. So many shits it made his stomach hurt, he thought he needed to take a shit. But he felt like he was tricking you into dating someone who may or may not have been just as bad as your last boyfriend. You had no idea the prick he used to be. While he knew he wasn’t that guy anymore, and that the absolute last thing he’d do was hurt you, he was still terrified he’d accidentally end up doing that anyway. He worried a part of you thought that would happen, too. That’s why you weren't jumping at the chance to tell everyone. Again, he understood and believed what you said about not wanting to burst your personal little bubble yet, but his insecurities were louder than his common sense.

As he sorted through his locker, nearly giving into all of his toxic thoughts, Sam popped up behind him and almost gave him a heart attack.

“Jesus,” Jamie startled as Sam gripped his shoulders.

“I hear someone’s got a girlfriend,” Sam sing-songs softly. Jamie spins to face him and cautiously looks around the locker room, “Don’t worry your secret's safe with me. I just wanted to say that I’m happy for you, mate.”

Jamie feels his cheeks heat up and the side of his mouth quirks up, “Thanks, man.”

Sam smiles back, “And for her, too. I only found out she liked you yesterday, but I can tell how happy you make her. It's kind of adorable.” As Sam starts to step towards his own locker, he playfully adds, “Just don’t fuck it up.”

Jamie’s stomach flips. If Sam thought he made you happy, it had to be true. He also heard Sam’s other point loud and clear - he couldn’t fuck it up. He swore on his life he wouldn’t. And if that meant not telling anyone else for the time being, his lips were sealed.

Over the next few weeks, you and Jamie manage to keep your relationship a secret all the while finding time to meet up at the club or at one of your respective flats. In some ways it's like nothing has changed as you sneak in make out sessions - or a little more - during lunch breaks, but in other ways it's not. Jamie particularly likes the little things your elevated relationship status brings to the table. You’re a lot more affectionate and share more words of affirmation, things Jamie hasn’t been particularly used to. Jamie’s the same way with you, and he opens up more little by little. You can tell there are things he’s still holding back, but you trust that he’ll tell you with time.

Just as your relationship has been better than ever, so has AFC Richmond’s track record. Since their victory at Arsenal, they’ve won three more games in a row. Jamie cheekily credits you with part of the reason he’s been doing so well as of late, and while you know that’s hardly the truth, you still accept the compliment and the many, many kisses that follow.

You’re together for about a month when Michelle and Henry visit England, along with Michelle’s new boyfriend, Jacob. In anticipation of their trip, you talk yourself up to the idea of telling your aunt about your new, official boyfriend. You were nervous to tell anyone in your family, particularly your dads. And Ted. You figured Michelle would be good practice and she’s always understood you differently than the paternal figures in your life. She used to be your go-to person to talk about boys with, and was the first person you told when you started dating Mason. But once you’d moved to Chicago and things with him started feeling off, you avoided talking about him when you could. This was different though. You were happy and proud to be in a relationship with Jamie. It should be easy to tell people. You should be bragging about it.

Unfortunately, when the opportunity strikes itself, you freeze. Jacob was making sure the last of their things were ready for their Paris trip, and Ted was getting Henry ready to go to the club, so you and Michelle had a moment alone. She even teed you up perfectly and asked if you were seeing anyone, but instead of enthusiastically telling her about Jamie, you anxiously laughed and told her no. No, there wasn’t a guy who treated you like you deserved and made you feel you’ve been struck by lightning every time you’re together. You told her you were happily single, straight to her face, like a liar. Because you were a liar.

The last few weeks you’ve been making up excuses to Jamie, Sam, Rebecca and yourself as to why you couldn’t admit to anyone else that you were dating Jamie. And while all of those reasons had validity, there was still a nagging feeling in the back of your head that didn’t want you to tell anyone even if those little worries went away. But you didn’t know what it was. You just hoped it went away sometime soon so you could be with Jamie in the way he deserved. Not hiding away, but out in the world together. With a modest amount of PDA. You weren’t an animal.

You push the uneasy feelings in your stomach away to wish Michelle and Jacob well on their trip. You stand beside Ted and Henry and wave them off as their taxi disappears down the street, before the three of you start your walk to Nelson Road Stadium. A few minutes in, Henry naturally walks ahead of you giving you and Ted the chance to talk. Per usual, he senses that something’s off, but you tell him you’re just a bit down this morning, and that Henry being here was already starting to cheer you up. Then you whisper that Jacob annoyed the shit out of you the entirety of your breakfast at Crown and Anchor. Who the hell dates one of their formal couples-therapy clients? You could tell Ted has also been uneasy since your meal, but he lightly scolds you and tells you to play nice. You do manage to clock the tiny smile in the corner of his mouth when you quietly refer to Dr. Jacob as a wanker and you take the tiny victory.

When you arrive at the club, you part ways so you can get set up in your office for the day, but you tell Henry he can visit you at any time. He knows the drill not to tell anyone that you’re related, seeming to understand the power dynamics of corporate culture in his own little kid way. There was a reason he was your favorite cousin.

He takes you up on your offer barely thirty minutes later. He bounds into your office, already going on about how Will showed him what it takes to be a Premier League kitman, and you barely have time to wonder how he knew where your office even was. Henry sits criss-cross-applesauce on the chair across from your desk as he asks you questions about your job and you try to make it sound as exciting as possible. He lights up when you tell stories about the mishaps you’ve witnessed during team training. You’re nearly about to attempt a PG explanation of the red-string incident - though you’d only heard about it second hand from Jamie after the two of you shared a particularly potent bottle of wine a couple weeks ago - when the man himself appears in your doorway already dressed for practice. Your heart skips a beat, both from seeing his face and the mental reminder to not let your secrets slip to either of the boys in the room, but you trusted them both enough to let yourself relax.

“Hi, Jamie,” you call out brightly, alerting the younger boy to the footballer’s presence. Once he turns to see Jamie, he eagerly sits up and greets him, “I was telling Henry here all about the glamorous life of a Premier League club owner’s assistant.”

Jamie nods and crosses his arms, “Hmm, what do you say, Henry? Would you rather stay here and help her go through documents all day, or come to training with me and the team for a bit?”

“Definitely training!” Henry exclaims with no hesitation.

“Okay, ouch.” you tease with a fake frown.

Jamie chuckles and nudges Henry’s arm, “You can head down to the pitch if you want then. A few of the boys should already be down there waiting for ya.”

“Awesome!” Henry cheers, practically sprinting out of your office. He calls out a goodbye and apology to you, promising to spend time with you tomorrow.

Jamie quirks an eyebrow at that and your heart stops briefly again, but you remain calm.

“What’s tomorrow?” Jamie asks, shutting the office door so you’ve got some privacy.

You shrug as nonchalantly as possible, “He probably said that to be nice.”

False. You had lunch plans with Henry, Ted, and Beard tomorrow. Yet another lie you’d told today.

Jamie nods, his eyes trailing you as you get up to formally greet him with a kiss.

“What brings you to my office?” you ask, pulling away but keeping your arms interlocked around his neck. “Can’t stay away from me?”

Jamie smirks, “While that is true, Ted actually asked me to bring Henry to the pitch while he talked to Rebecca about something.”

You hum, with a small smile, “Did you know you’re kind of Henry’s favorite player on the team?”

His smirk turns into a genuine grin, “He told you that?”

Technically no. But since you’ve been working for the club, every time you’ve had the chance to speak to Henry over Facetime, he always asks about Jamie. And you knew it wasn’t a coincidence he was number 9 on his own soccer team. Even when you and Jamie weren’t an official couple, and before you’d even started hooking up, you thought it was cute how much Henry looked up to the footballer. And when you commented on it, Ted remarked that Jamie always made Henry feel special each time he visited, even early on when Jamie was less than the friendliest guy on the team. You had to admit, being good with kids was definitely a turn on.

You just nod. Jamie’s smile turns mischievous again. “Who would you say your favorite player on the team is?”

You bite your lip and look off in the distance pretending to think.

Jamie lightly squeezes your waist and scoffs, “If you say Richard, I swear…”

“You know it's not Richard,” you laugh, fixing him a look as you lean closer to him, “My favorite player is obviously Sam.”

Jamie groans and presses his forehead against yours. “You are still so mean,” he whines, but you can hear the laugh in his voice.

You giggle, “You can be my second favorite.”

“Huh, well second is the best, some say.”

“Yeah, some.” You tease, pressing another kiss to his lips, “You should get to practice.”

“Yeah,” Jamie sighs, but doesn’t hesitate to kiss you long and hard one more time. “Can I come over tonight?”

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Jamie gives you one more sweet smile and kiss on the cheek before leaving you alone. Alone with thoughts of why you couldn’t possibly want to shout about your relationship from the rooftops. But for whatever reason, you weren’t ready yet. You just hoped one day soon you would be.

For some reason, Jamie cancels on you that night. He doesn’t offer much of an explanation as to why, but you trust he has a good reason. So, you tell him not to worry about it and offer up a rain check for the next night. Instead of responding yes or no, Jamie thumbs-up the text, which you aren’t thrilled about, but you try not to overthink one weird text exchange. Either way, you’d reach out to him tomorrow and see if he was still acting off.

In effort not to dwell on the strange interaction, you busy yourself with making dinner. While your meal is in the oven, you also call Keeley. Earlier that day, you’d heard the news about her personal photos getting leaked and since you were swamped at the club, you didn’t have a real chance to reach out. While it's been a minute since you’ve seen the girl, each of you busy with your jobs and respective relationships (not to mention you still hiding yours from her in particular), you could tell she appreciated hearing from you.

After cheering her up a bit with some words of comfort, and then a bit of girl talk to distract her, you settle down on the couch with a bowl of baked ziti and your laptop. First, you answer a few emails. One was from your dad of a goofy meme that he definitely could have just texted, but you respond nonetheless with a culturally relevant GIF. The other was from Kara, your old coworker from Chicago. You’d kept up with her pretty regularly since your move, exchanging texts now and again, but using email for longer life updates. You’d admitted that you’ve been seeing someone to her, but haven’t given details as to who yet, and that’s as close as you’ve gotten to telling anyone out of the circle of people who already knew.

You’d also confided in her about writing again, which you hadn’t really done with anyone else either. Telling your dads or even Ted or Michelle would put pressure on it you weren’t ready for. They’d be so excited for you, of course, but then you knew your dads would follow up with questions about whether you were going to do anything with the book you’ve been writing, and while that was the goal, you weren’t that far yet. Once it was in better shape you’d happily tell them.

And that’s what you do with the rest of your night. You bang out a few more chapters of your rom-com novel and then get to bed at a reasonable hour. You try not to dwell on the fact that it's the first night in weeks you’ve gone to bed without Jamie, but you push the thought away in order to get a good night’s rest. You’ll probably hear from Jamie in the morning.

And you do - but he just hearts your text when you wish him a good morning and say you hope to see him that night. At least it was a heart instead of a thumbs up.

Something was definitely wrong. You should just ask, but your brain keeps making up horrible reasons for his distance, starting and ending with him wanting to break up with you for some reason. You knew that couldn’t be it. You saw him less than twenty-four hours ago and everything was fine. Something else had to be bothering him, but you wanted him to tell you himself and only if he wanted to.

Again, you throw yourself into activities to distract you. First with an uncharacteristically large breakfast for one, and then with work at the club for a few hours before you meet up with your cousin, uncle, and surrogate-uncle at Crown and Anchor for a late lunch. You tried to text Jamie a couple times throughout the day, but only got minimal responses still. Ted and Beard can both tell something is off, but you force a smile and listen intently as Henry recounts their morning at the West Ham game.

You do manage to enjoy the rest of the evening with your family between bursts of anxiety when you see Jamie hasn’t sent anything. But you’re both relieved and twice as anxious when you see him standing outside your apartment as you arrive home that night. You wonder how long he’s been here.

“Jamie?” you call out softly as you reach the top of the stairs. It’s very obvious he’s not in a great place, “Are you alright?”

You’re surprised when he shakes his head and answers honestly, albeit avoiding your eye line, “No, I’m not so great, actually.”

You gulp, but try to give him a reassuring smile, “Okay. Do you want to come inside and talk about it?”

He nods and you move forward to start unlocking your front door. You two silently enter the flat, the only noise coming from the rummaging as you lock up and discard your coat and bag. A few moments later, you take a seat on the couch and look expectantly at him to join you, but he just shuffles to stand in front of you, staring at his barely worn Nikes.

“Jamie?” you speak up again and try to sound as gentle as possible, despite your increasing heart rate, “You know that you can talk to me about anything right? But you also don’t have to talk about it if you're not ready.”

He nods again, once, and you study his hands, and he clenches and unclenches them into fists a few times. You want to be patient with him, but with each passing second, you make up more and more worst case scenarios for how this was going to go.

“Did you hear what happened to Keeley?” he finally asks after a few minutes of excruciating silence, “About that video getting leaked?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. That’s not what you thought he was going to say.

“Yeah,” you force out, brushing past your confusion, “Yeah. Its so fucking shitty. I actually talked to her last night. She’s upset, of course, but she sounds like she’s holding up okay.” You explain. You study him for a few seconds before continuing, “Is that what you’re upset about?”

He once again silently bobs his head up and down, before he admits, “She actually made that video for me. The one that got leaked. Back when we were dating.”

Your mouth forms an “o”, starting to recognize some puzzle pieces but unsure of how they fit together. “Are you worried that you’re the reason it got leaked? Because you know it's not your fault. Whoever the asshole hacker is, who leaked everyone's shit, is to blame.”

“I know but I should have made sure everything was deleted,” Jamie sighs, his voice practically cracking as he slowly continues, “And it's more than that.”

“What is it, Jamie?” you question, “Because if you think it's that I’d be upset about the video itself, I’m not. You and Keeley dated a long time ago.”

“It's not that,” Jamie says, finally looking at you, “This happening has just reminded me of what a shit person I used to be when I was dating her and how she deserved better than that. And so do you.”

You frown, sitting up a little straighter, “Don’t say that. I know about your reputation back then, but it doesn’t matter. You’re not the same guy you were.”

“Yeah but you don’t know everything.”

“Jamie, I don’t care-”

“Please,” he pleads, “You have to let me say this. It’s been eating away at me since I met you. You have to know.”

You take a deep breath, and not knowing what else to say, you just nod encouragingly.

Jamie takes a deep breath and once again looks at the floor before he begins, “I wasn’t just a dick to Keeley. I cheated on her. I actually probably cheated on most of the girls I’ve been with. Honestly, for a few years, I can’t think of a time where I wasn’t seeing a girl or hooking up with another until a little while after Keeley and I broke up. I didn’t really know it, but I think I used my relationships or sex as another form of validation. It didn’t matter who I was seeing, if someone was interested I went for it. I just wanted to feel…good. I liked the attention. I liked being wanted. Not that that makes it okay, it definitely doesn’t. Especially with Keeley, who was probably one of the most genuine people I was ever with. And that’s why I feel even worse that the video got leaked.

“I didn’t feel that way with you, though. I still don’t. I wasn’t just sleeping with you for validation. Not that you don’t make me feel good or wanted, because you make me feel that way even when we’re just watching TV or playing a board game. But all that mattered to me was making you feel good, even when I thought all I was was a distraction for you. I knew all you wanted was sex, and I knew I was good at it, so I was more than happy to help. But even then I was so hyper aware that if you really knew the guy you were sleeping with, you’d hate me.

“Your ex is the biggest idiot in the world for cheating on you and making you feel like you weren’t good enough, and I’m glad you’ve moved on and that I could help you do that. But deep down I know that I’m just as bad as him. Maybe even worse. I have been an asshole to every girl I’ve been with, and I regret that, but it's the truth. I avoided telling you for so long because I was afraid if you really knew the kind of guy I was, you’d stop seeing me. But I wanted to tell you now, so that you could if you wanted to. Stop seeing me. Because I wouldn’t blame you.”

Jamie could barely hear the sound of his own voice as he finished his impromptu speech, with his own heartbeat ringing in his ears. As much as he hated to admit all of that, he knew he needed to. It’s been his inner monologue for months, he just finally needed to air it all out. And he felt like he owed you the full picture, so you knew what you were getting into; so you could decide if you really wanted to be with someone like him. You deserved a good man. One who was better at all of this and wouldn’t fuck it all up like he knew he could. He was still fucking up with Keeley after all of this time. You deserved better than him.

After a few beats of silence, he forces himself to look at you again, unable to fight the morbid curiosity of how you’d react. He manages to make out the tears forming in your eyes, through the tears welling his own. He didn’t realize he’d gotten so emotional during his speech, but he figures it's the guilt coupled with the fear of what you’d do.

He could tell you were biting your lip as you figured out what to say. This was it. You knew he wasn’t just a prick, but a cheater, too, and you were trying to find the right words to kick him out of your home and out of your life.

His breath hitches as you rise from your spot on the couch and take hesitant steps towards him. He almost flinches at the movement, but instinctually relaxes as your hand finds his own and intertwines your fingers together with a squeeze.

“Jamie,” you hoarsely whisper, and the sound of you saying his name makes his heart skip a beat, “Before I say anything else, I need you to know I am not going anywhere.”

Jamie lets out a loud breath of relief and your lips quirk up just a little.

“I really appreciate you telling me all of this, I know how hard that must have been,” you continue, “I am also sorry that somewhere along the way you’ve been made to feel not good enough - because I get it, I do - but you are absolutely good enough. For me and for everyone who is lucky enough to know you. I also need you to know that even at the beginning you were more than just someone I want to have sex with. You are someone I like talking to and someone who makes me laugh and has always made me feel safe, especially when I arrived in a brand new city at a time in my life when I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

“What you did in the past was wrong; cheating on Keeley or on anyone. But what matters is that you realize it was wrong, and that you’ve learned and have grown. You are not that guy anymore. The guy I’ve gotten to know over the last few months knows right from wrong, is considerate, is kind, is attentive, and is still a bit of a prick sometimes, but he wouldn’t be himself if he wasn’t. And I really like that guy. Again, I respect you for telling me this, but I don’t care about your past, Jamie. I know who you are today and I want to be with you.”

Every word you said was true. Sure, it hit a nerve to hear Jamie has cheated before, especially with someone as amazing as Keeley, but despite those nagging voices in your head, you knew in your heart he wouldn’t do that to you.

Jamie’s lip quivers a bit at your assurance that you’re not leaving him. But still, he’s crippled by self doubt, “I’m still afraid that I’m going to fuck something up one day.”

“You probably will,” Jamie sputters, so you quickly place a comforting hand on his cheek and barrel on, “But so will I. We’re both bound to mess up from time to time because nobody’s perfect, Jamie. All that matters is that we try.”

Jamie nods. He’s unable to deal with even the minimal space between the two of you at this point and pulls you completely into his arms. “I can do that,” he whispers into your shoulder.

You melt into his embrace, “Good.”

It’s a blur, but somehow over the course of the next few minutes, you both end up back on the couch, completely wrapped up in one another. His head is resting on your chest as you lightly brush your fingers through his hair. You shush him as he attempts to make more apologies about not being truthful, as well as for blowing you off the last day or so. You’re happy to spend the night reassuring him that he was forgiven and that you were very happy with him. Immensely so.

“You know who might like to hear some of this,” you eventually comment and Jamie hums in question, “Keeley.”

You peer down at him as he plays with the string of your Richmond sweatshirt, of which you of course stole from him.

“I know. I’ve been meaning to.” He agrees quietly, “Think I just wanted to talk to you about it first.”

“That’s okay,” you smiled against his head, “Maybe next time you don’t have to stand outside my door waiting for me to let you in.” He looks up at you curiously, “Maybe I could make a copy of my key…so you can wait inside next time you want to talk. Or see me…If you want.”

You don’t know what possessed you to propose this idea all of a sudden. Maybe it was all the emotions surrounding his confession, or maybe it was how much you hated sleeping alone last night. Either way, you liked the idea of him being able to show up as he pleased. And even though you’ve officially been a couple for only a month, emotionally you’ve been together a lot longer.

A genuine grin appears on Jamie’s face for the first time that night. “That sounds nice.”

“Yeah?” a smile of your own starts forming.

“Yeah,” he props himself up to brush his lips against your cheek, “I can see about getting you a copy of mine as well, but I honestly think I like being at your place a lot more than mine.”

“I like you being here, too.” you gently pull him on top of you for a full fledged kiss.

Jamie eagerly reciprocates and feels the weight that’s been on his chest the last couple of days fully melt away. He would definitely still talk to Keeley, but he’s comforted by the fact that he not only still has you, but that you didn’t look at him any differently after knowing more about his past.

Also, despite his unsuredness over you wanting to keep your relationship a secret, he no longer cared about that either. You made it very clear tonight that you wanted him and thought he was good enough for you. He still hoped to one day proclaim his feelings for you to the world, but for now, being with you in any capacity was more than good enough for him.

A/N: once again, thank you all for reading and all the love and support! this was one a beast to figure out and write, so i hope you liked it! i’m also envisioning that my original drabble “i like you” takes place in this four weeks they are dating at the start of this chapter <3

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Could I please request Rosie with a girlfriend who has a seizure in the middle of tea time? I had one yesterday and hit my head on the counter. Thankfully, I didn't bite my tongue for once.

Of course. I'm so sorry you had one, I'm guessing it was a tonic-clonic. I hope you recover soon. Make sure to get lots of sleep. Sending you my love x

Since I don't know what your warning signs or symptoms are (if you get any) before a seizure I'll base the build-up to the seizure on mine. I'd also like to say I haven't gone into depth with the description of the seizure itself. Please let me know if you'd like me to rewrite it because of this.

Includes: epilepsy/tonic clonic seizure, cannibalism and slight mention of death.

Tea time with Rosie was going as wonderful as ever, gossiping over your meal of several limbs. The main focus of the conversation was Susan and how she was being as irritating as ever. Everything was going smoothly.

Then you paused in the middle of raising food to your mouth, the dreaded feeling of a seizure coming. For a second you waited and rapidly blinked your eyes, praying it was a false alarm that would pass, but it didn't. You couldn't focus on Rosie's voice or features. Everything started to morph and distort. Her words repeated over and over in your mind like deja vu. It was as if you were caught in a reoccurring nightmare every time. Tears already threatened to spill as you felt it growing worse by the second. Muttering 'no' under your breath repeatedly

Rosie went silent at the sound of your food clattering against the plate and your murmer,"Darling?"

You covered your ears, signalling her to be silent and scrunched your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to stop the tricks your eyes were playing on you. The feeling of your head swirling forced a whimper from your throat. You were terrified. Every seizure felt like it was the last moment of your life.

You didn't want this to happen. You never wanted it to.

You heard Rosie's steps echo in your head and then the sudden feeling of her hands on your shoulder that made you flinch. She knew physical contact was out of the question in moments like this, but you needed to be guided elsewhere before it got worse. There was no chance she would leave you in that seat where you could fall and hit your head. That had happened in the past, with your first seizure. Any further injury during the seizure would cause more pain, she wanted to avoid that at all costs.

She laid you on your left side and went off to grab something to put under your head. By the time she had returned your small focal seizure had escalated into a tonic clonic. Her heart ached at the sight. Rosie could never get used to this, and neither could you. When she had settled your head on the pillow she had gone to fetch she knelt beside you. That's all she could do. Sit and watch your body stiffen and your limbs jerk while your eyes roll back and your lips turn blue. She so desperately wanted to cradle you in her arms and whisper that all would be well as she ran her fingers through your hair.

Even when you woke she couldn't do that. She would have to wait until you had calmed and fallen asleep, unless your stomach decided otherwise. It was unlikely you'd be sick, but the chance of it happening wasn't zero.

When you did come around and come to terms with what happened tears pricked at your eyes. The migraine had already started to settle in at the back of your eyes and so had the pain of inner cheeks from the gnashing. Thankfully, not your tongue this time.

Then you forgot it all. Your mind went blank but Rosie knew what was coming.

"What happened?" You asked in a daze, lifting your head then feeling the aching in your body.

"You've had a seizure, my sweet"

Your head flopped back as Rosie's words sunk and that process repeated a couple more times. You'd stare off momentarily, forgetting everything that had occurred, ask Rosie what had happened, and have a little cry. This part would determine how much the seizure had affected you, and with how many times this action repeated she gathered it would take you some time to fully recover. Perhaps a day or two at the least.

Once everything slipped from your mind one last time and you fell asleep Rosie moved you. With a hand under your legs and the second behind your back, she carried you to the bedroom making sure your limp head rested on her shoulder.

Only you were set down safely on the bed did she change you into some nightwear, the most embarrassing process of the seizures in your opinion. Yes, Rosie is your girlfriend and she had seen your body before, but that didn't make it any less humiliating. She handled you as like fine china or a porcelain doll, despite knowing not a single noise or movement would wake you. She tucked you into bed moving the few stray strands of hair behind your ear and pressed her lips against your temple.

Despite not wanting to leave your side she had to go clear the table and fetch the pain relief medication you'd be needing in the morning. She was quick to do those things and return to you.

At first, she sat in a chair facing the bed, reading whilst she watched over you, but she later decided she couldn't let you lay there alone with no comfort, so she got herself ready for bed. There was no reason she couldn't get some shuteye beside you, it was neither late nor early, therefore the perfect time to settle down for the night.

With herself changed for sleeping and your medication and drink on the bedside table, she snuggled up to you. She was the big spoon, as per usual. Her arms found purchase around your stomach and her face buried into your neck. She sighed, relieved you were still with her, and shut her eyes to join you in sleep.

For anyone who doesn't understand the description I have given for the seizure. Most of the time there is a lot of teeth grinding (in tonic-clonic/grand mals), resulting in the person's tongue and inner cheeks being bitten (sometimes causing bleeding). Around the lips will go blue, but that doesn't mean they're choking (unless they aren't on their side), so don't put your fingers in their mouth otherwise you'll get yourself hurt. You shouldn't restrain the twitching/jerking, try to wake them, move them during the seizure (unless absolutely necessary) or give them any food and drink until they have fully come around. Always lay the person on their side, in the recovery position. If they get to the five minute mark call an ambulance. SUDEP isn't common but can happen (research says 1 in 1000 people with epilepsy will die). Seizures aren't just about flashing lights and body jerking. There are different triggers and so many more types of seizures, each are different in their own way. They are embarrassing for the person and rob them of their freedom and independence. Please do your research.

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mermaidgirl30 · 9 months

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Look for the Light Chapter 8

- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him? (This was one of my favorite chapters to write for the enemies to lovers 😍)

You awoke abruptly as beams of sunlight carried their way through the slightly ajar front door of the little house. You looked over and Joel was still passed out on the couch, his arm hanging off the side of it. He looked to be in a deep sleep, his breaths slow and steady.

You hopped up from the bed and made your way to the door, cracking it slightly and letting sunlight through the room. The door creaked, and you looked over to see Joel turn over to his left side. He was still fast asleep thankfully. You didn’t really want to wake him up and let all hell break loose. He wasn’t really a morning person, always cranky and hateful. You figured he was a coffee person. He had to be. Maybe if he had a cup he’d be a little nicer in the mornings. Instead he was like a viper, ready to strike at anything he could.

You heard a loud snap outside of the house. It sounded like something had stepped on a branch and snapped it in half. A few seconds later you heard another crack outside. You wanted to go check it out, but maybe you should wake up Joel first. Just in case it was an ambush of some sort. You rolled your eyes and groaned at the thought of waking him up. You sighed to yourself. Here goes nothing.

You took quick steps over to him and shook him, jolting him awake. “What?!” he groaned at you as he blocked his vision from being blinded by the sunlight.

“Joel, get up. I heard some noises outside,” you said as you stood over him.

He sat up slowly, murmuring something under his breath. You just stood there waiting for him to get up. He looked over at you annoyed. “What are you looking at, don’t just stand there! Get your gun out. Let me get my shoes on for God’s sake. I just woke up, no thanks to you,” he pestered.

“I have my gun right here,” you said as you held it up in your right hand, shoving it back in your pocket. “Just waiting on you.” You crossed your arms over your chest, looking annoyed you had to deal with him today.

Joel tied his boots and stood up from the couch, securing his rifle in his hands. “Then quit standing around and head outside,” he roared as his eyes turned to slits.

“Gladly,” you remarked back with a huff. You could feel Joel’s eyes rolling behind you, you didn’t even have to turn and look. He would be the bane of your existence, if you didn’t kill him one of these days.

You exited through the front door and entered the cold, autumn morning of late October. The trees were all sorts of colors as red and yellow leaves fell to the ground. Joel followed you out, his displeasure hitting the air. He was about to grumble something else when you heard another snap come from a few yards away.

“Come on,” you whispered as you trailed behind the sound.

“Aly, wait. It could be a trap.”

You ignored him as you kept walking towards the sound. The noises becoming clearer and more crisp the closer you got.

“Aly, did you hear me?” Joel reached out and caught your arm. You yanked it away and hard, staring back at him. Your eyes narrowing.

“I heard you just fine, Joel,” you clamored.

“What did I tell you yesterday about following orders?” he barked. You rolled your eyes and kept treading towards the noise. You heard him growl and curse under his breath. You had clearly pissed him off. Good. You didn’t need him.

You turned the corner and came across an American Paint Horse. It had a brown saddle on its back, but no one was around to claim the horse. You looked around and saw nothing. The horse was just standing there grazing on the lush grass.

You started to walk towards it, but Joel held you back. “Wait a second, there could be anyone around here. We need to make sure that horse is truly alone. I don’t want the owners coming back when we’re around.” He dropped his grip on your arm as you moved away.

“Fine. You go and patrol the area then. I’m not letting this horse out of my sight. This is exactly what we need.” Joel tried to give you a warning look, but you ignored him and walked ever so slowly up to the horse, being careful not to scare it. Joel didn’t leave. He just stood and watched you.

“Be careful,” he warned. “You should let me take the lead on this one. I’m pretty good with horses.”

“So am I! Just watch,” you snapped. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to fail. You laughed under your breath. He really didn’t think you could do anything yourself did he?

You took a couple more steps toward the horse. The horse looked up and took a step back, cautious to the unknown person in front of it. You took two more steps closer, holding your hand out. “It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you,” you said calmly.

You used to ride horses all the time in Washington. Your grandpa had a ranch, and you grew up riding with him. He taught you everything you wanted to know about horses. You used to have a stallion who was shiny and all black. You had named him Midnight. God you missed your horse and your grandpa. They were both long gone now. You had to stop looking to the past, no one you loved was coming back. Your face dropped and the horse seemed to notice your mood shift.

The horse took a small step towards you, neighing softly. You took a good look at the horse. It was a female. She had a beautiful brown coat with white patches all over her body. White coated her muzzle, light brown surrounding her face. She was a gorgeous horse.

You took another step forward, your hand inches from her face. She closed in the distance and let you stroke her mane. She was so soft, close to a velvet feeling. She was well taken care. You wondered what happened to her owner. All you knew was she was yours now. You’d take care of her.

She nuzzled against your face and you let out a small laugh, enjoying the warm moment. You adored animals, this was probably the whole highlight of your journey into the unknown. You continued stroking her, taking in all the serotonin you could get. You could feel Joel watching you from the corner of your eye. You turned your head and caught a glimpse of him. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it looked like he had a little admiration in his eyes. He looked surprised actually.

“What? You thought I didn’t know how to handle a horse?” you asked with a laugh in your voice.

“Not exactly,” he said quietly. He ran a hand through his dark locks with streaks of grey glistening in the sun.

“Well surprise, I’ve been riding horses since I was little. I’m a pro. Maybe you’d know that if you actually talked to me,” you scowled. He shook his head at the comment.

“I know a thing or two about horses myself,” he said as he walked over to the horse and gently grazed his fingers over her back. “She’s a beauty. Should make for a good travel companion. Unlike someone else I know.”

You pushed his shoulder at the insult and rolled your eyes. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I know,” he smirked. “What should her name be?” he asked as he looked over the horse.

You gave her a good look and a name popped up in your mind. “Shimmer. Her name’s Shimmer.”

He gave her another glance and nodded his head. “Alright. Shimmer it is.”

“You’re not gonna fight me on the name?” you asked surprised.

“Why would I do that?” he asked, lines on his forehead creasing with confusion.

“Because you usually fight me on everything,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What’d you say?” he asked with a thick accent.

“Nothing,” you breathed out.

He looked at you for a few seconds with his hands on his hips and finally dropped them. “Fine. Grab your bag, we’re leaving in five,” he ordered.

“Fine.” You walked back to the house and grabbed up your backpack. Joel walked Shimmer towards the house and grabbed his bag as well. When you walked through the front door, he snatched your bag out of your hands and hung it on the right side of the saddle.

“You could’ve at least asked me nicely to hand you my bag,” you complained.

He grunted in response as he pulled himself up on Shimmer, situating himself on the leather saddle. He offered you his hand as you placed your foot in the stirrup. You didn’t want to take his hand, you wanted to do it yourself, but Shimmer was too high off the ground and Joel was in your way.

“Well, hurry up. We don’t have all day,” he grumbled, still offering his hand. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand as you hoisted yourself up. His hand was rough but warm. It burned like you had just placed your hand in a boiling pan of water. As soon as you were up on Shimmer, you yanked your hand away from him like it was on fire. The less contact you two had, the better off you were.

Joel took hold of the reins and Shimmer started galloping forward. It felt so nice to be riding again. You wished it would have been under better circumstances though. Not with Joel. Anyone but him would’ve been better.

Shimmer sped up as the ride became bumpy. She galloped down a long, rocky trail full of ruts and slopes. You tried to keep a grip behind you, but you were unsteady. There was no way you were putting your arms around Joel. You’d rather fall to your death than do that.

She galloped hard around a sharp corner, avoiding a gigantic oak tree. You began falling to the left of Shimmer, a towering rock sitting at the bottom of the ground. Before you could go overboard you grabbed on to Joel hard, avoiding a contusion to your skull.

Your arms wrapped around his waist. As soon as you did, Shimmer decided to slow her pace down. Thanks, Shimmer. Just great. You could feel just how muscular he was through his plaid shirt. Joel’s body tightened up the moment you made contact with your arms. The fleece plaid shirt was so warm, so comfortable. Mixed feelings flew through you and then Joel cleared his throat.

You quickly let go of him and dropped your arms, breaking contact. “Sorry,” you stammered as you felt your cheeks turn red. Fantastic. Joel didn’t say anything. He just kept his hands on the reins and continued riding on. His body didn’t relax though. You noticed that much. It’s like your touch had scorched him, and he didn’t want to be burned again. You tried your hardest to keep your hands from making contact with him again.

The rest of the ride was more smooth, more relaxing. The autumn air was cool, and the air smelled of fall. You loved fall. It was your favorite time of year. At least that was one good thing that was happening in the world right now.

The morning flew by fast. You’d been on the road for a few hours now, just trotting along. Trying to soak up the views of large landscapes and open fields. Thunder cracked in the sky a few miles north of you. You saw lightning fill the sky, lighting it up like Christmas lights. The sky was so dark, it was almost pitch black. Big thunderheads formed in the sky.

“Damn it, we need to find some shelter and quick. That storm’s gonna be a nasty one. One we shouldn’t be caught in,” Joel said with a sigh.

There was a large building about a mile away. You couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it kind of looked like a barn. Oh good, Shimmer might like that. “Right over there,” you pointed to the building.

“It’s the best shot we’ve got right now,” he said as he hit the reins and made Shimmer go running towards it. You grabbed onto the back of Joel’s shirt trying to stay put in your seat. He tensed up again, but this time less. It was like your touch electrocuted him.

By the time Shimmer made it under the awning, rain started pouring. The ground became soaked with puddles and mud in just a short time. You sighed and jumped off Shimmer, landing feet first on the ground. Joel jumped down next.

It was exactly what you thought it was from the distance. It was a large barn. The doors were open on both sides of the building. Empty stalls were scattered against the left wall as hay covered the ground in them. The walls were painted red and hay bales laid around the edges of the barn, along with some straw. It looked like it had been abandoned for a while, but it was still looking pretty clean and sturdy. You felt really lucky to have found it. Otherwise you would’ve got pounded by the storm.

Shimmer went and laid down in one of the middle stalls, seeking shelter from the storm and resting her legs. That’s exactly what she needed to do. She had to rest because we had a long trip ahead of us.

“Now what?” you asked Joel.

“We’re just gonna have to wait out the storm. No other options that I see,” he said as he sat down on a hay bale.

You paced the room, anxious for the storm to pass. Thunder boomed outside as lightning lit up the sky seconds after. You used to love the rain back in Washington, but not anymore. This storm had you on edge. Just ever so slightly. Maybe it’s because you were stuck in the barn with Joel. You just had to toughen it out. You could do this.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?” he asked casually.

“I don’t think so,” you said quickly.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like storms or something?”

“Or something,” you said as you looked out at the dark, stormy sky. The rain used to soothe you, but ever since that one cold night in Seattle you couldn’t look at storms the same. The night your parents died. The night your heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces. Chills tingled up your spine just thinking about it. You let the thoughts leave your mind fast before your emotions could get the best of you.

“Alright then,” he answered back as he placed his head up against the hay, relaxing into the bundle of warmth.

You slowly paced the barn, kicking up strands of hay as you went. The storm was nowhere near letting up. You sighed and decided to try to relax. You stopped pacing and leaned up against one of the sturdy walls, looking over at Joel. He was just sitting there comfortably watching the rain come down, his hands behind his head as he leaned against the hay.

You watched him for about a minute and decided you wanted to pry. What all was Joel hiding from you? Why was he a closed up box that didn’t want to be opened? You wanted to know and now was your chance. You were both unoccupied, nothing to keep him from talking. Alright, here goes nothing.

“So, are you going to tell me about your brother and why he wasn’t at the Boston QZ with you?” You lifted your head from the wall and crossed your arms, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t think so,” he said somberly.

“Why not?” you asked annoyed.

“Because.” He sat up from the hay bale and looked you hard in the face. “I don’t have to and I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Of course you don’t want to. You never want to talk,” you spat.

“Listen,” he said as he stood up, dusting hay off his blue jeans. “I’m not here to talk about my personal life. You can keep asking me, but I’m just going to get more annoyed. So, if you’d be so kind as to stop asking me about family matters and kindly shut the fuck up, I’d appreciate it,” he said coldly as he took a couple of steps closer to you.

“Fine, I won't ask you anymore!” you yelled at him, your face hot from anger.

“Good!” he yelled back.

You took a few steps toward him. “What’s your problem, huh? Why are you always being so defensive?” Your voice raised louder, carrying through the pounding rain.

“Because that’s who I am!” he snapped.

“I noticed!” you snapped right back. “You know what, Joel? Forget I even asked. Just drop it. You’re not worth it.” You held your hand up, surrendering the fight.

Joel glared at you, and it looked like he was about to say something else. Before you could hear what he said, a runner came barreling out of a hay bale. Eyes blood red and appetite famished. It was running straight at you.

Before your body could respond, Joel reached in your pocket and took out the hunting knife that was made of steel. Without even looking at the runner, Joel plunged the blade into its skull. It’s like he had cat-like reflexes. The strike instantly killed the runner. A red puddle pooled under its skull as it crashed to the ground dead. Joel quickly cleaned the knife on the runner’s shirt, wiping the blood from the blade.

“Holy shit, where’d that thing come from?” you asked, shock in your voice and eyes wide.

“Apparently it heard us yelling at each other,” he said mockingly.

You made an obnoxious face at him and rolled your eyes. “Smooth one, now give me back my knife,” you said as you held out your hand, waiting for him to give it up.

“Come take it from me,” he challenged as he held it up.

You swiped at him, and he took a step back. The knife out of your reach. “Alright, give it,” you said in a serious tone.

“I’ll give it to you. You just have to take it from me first,” he smirked.

You crossed your arms and threw daggers at him with your stare. “Are you challenging me?”

“Looks like it. Now are you going to stand there and talk or are you going to come get your knife?” he asked as he tossed the knife between his hands.

“Bring it on,” you said with a playful smile. He laughed as you walked up to him, reaching for the knife. He held it high above his head.

“Give it here,” you said as you jumped to try and grab the blade from him. He looped his arm around your back and tossed the knife to his right hand. You tried to grab it, but he whisked it away again in an instant. You huffed in frustration.

You swiped at him again, missing the knife by a few inches. “Not so fast,” he said as he spun around you, ending up on the opposite side of you. You charged and jumped at him, trying to take the knife. He ended up catching you, an arm circling around your waist as he spun you around and backed you up against the wall.

Your back hit the wall as his arms pinned you against it, leaving you with nowhere to go. He was standing so close to you, his eyes going dark as he stared down into yours. Your heart was pounding so loud that you swear he could’ve heard it over the pouring rain outside.

His biceps flexed as he leaned in even closer to you, inches from your face. You were breathing hard. You were out of breath from trying to get the knife from him, but it was also partly because he was standing so close. Heat radiating off his body, mixing with your own. You gulped as he looked from your eyes, down to your lips and back up.

“So close, but looks like I won this round,” he whispered, his voice melting like honey on the last word. You could’ve come undone right then and there, but you didn’t. He smirked as flames danced in his eyes. You wanted to feel the flames against your skin that you saw in his eyes.

Heat rushed through your body, and you were having a hard time concentrating. You could’ve sworn he was about to kiss you, but he pushed off the wall leaving you with your burning thoughts. “Try again,” he said with darkness ringing in his tone.

You pushed yourself off the wall and went for his legs. You tried to take him out as you kicked one leg, aiming for his knee. He quickly surpassed you, missing your target. Before you could say anything, he caught you off guard. He circled you and tripped you with his leg, making you tumble to the ground. You landed on your back with a thud, the hay breaking your fall.

He came down on top of you pinning one of your hands to the ground, one leg pinned under his knee. Joel was good, you couldn’t deny that. He was an experienced fighter. There was no way you could beat him. You tried to budge, but you couldn’t. He was too strong.

“Nice try, but you’re too slow,” he said with a small smile playing on the corners of his mouth. You both were breathing fast now, out of breath. You sat there for a few seconds listening to him breathe in and out, desire filling the pit of your stomach. His eyes were the color of honeysuckle, warm and inviting. You wanted to melt into those pretty eyes of his.

Before you could react, he lifted his weight off you and got to his knees. “Here, let me help you up,” he said as he offered you his hand. You contemplated taking it, but you saw the knife in his other hand.

You disregarded his hand that was offered to you and lunged for the knife. Before you could grab it, he moved and pushed you to the floor. This time you landed on your stomach. “Uhhh!” you yelled with agitation filling your body.

“Like I said, too slow,” he said laughing.

You pushed yourself up to a standing position and faced Joel. He was holding out the knife, this time offering it to you. You reached for it and snatched it out of his hands. You stuffed it deep in your front pocket making sure he didn’t take it again. Then you shoved him as hard as you could. He barely moved though. You glared at him, angry that you couldn’t successfully get the knife from him before. You were slow and weak. And he just showed you how much you were lacking.

“That wasn’t funny, Joel,” you said in a serious tone. Your eyes squinting as you tried to look intimidating.

“I thought it was pretty funny,” he said laughing with an amused expression on his face.

“No, it’s not!” you yelled back. Tears on the brink of shedding. You were so frustrated it was hard to focus.

“Hey, calm down. I’m only trying to help you,” he said calmly, trying not to raise his tone.

“Then try harder,” you said, choking on your words.

“I think that’s enough lessons for today,” he said as he backed away. “Maybe we can do more another day. I think you need to cool off a minute.”

“Right, okay,” you said back in a sarcastic tone. You didn’t know why you were getting all worked up over that. Maybe your emotions were running high from all the adrenaline and angst Joel was sending you. You weren’t just frustrated with losing the fight, you were frustrated with the mixed signals he was giving you. You were so sick and tired of him shutting you down all the time. And now he was being hot and cold and twisting your mind in different directions. Fuck he was frustrating!

You saw him stretch his right arm out, leaning against the wall. He was watching the rain come down calm and steady outside. The storm was far from over. Your eyes landed on his watch again with the faded green band. The watch hands weren’t ticking because the glass was broken. You still wondered why he wore it if it didn’t even work. What was he hiding behind it? What did it mean to him?

You knew he said not to pry, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to pry. You needed to. You’d reap the consequences as they came, but you had to break into his shell. He needed to let you in for your own sanity. You sighed. Here goes nothing. You took a deep breath before you spoke.

“That watch you’re wearing, I noticed it was broken. Did someone give it to you?” you asked curiously as you reached out to touch it. You barely grazed it with your palm until Joel swatted your hand away.

“Don’t,” he glared at you.

You backed up a couple of steps and raised your hands. “Alright, alright. I was just curious why you wore it.” His stare could’ve cut daggers into you. He was mad, flames burning in his eyes. You weren’t going to keep putting up with his shit though. “Hey, why won’t you let me in? Why can’t you talk to me like a normal person?” You raised your voice so he’d know how upset you were with him.

“I don’t have to tell you a damn thing about anything,” he growled back. You swear you could’ve seen a flash of red glow across his eyes with how angry he was getting. Good, you wanted to break his shell. Make him talk to you. So you would. Fuck the consequences.

“No, you really don’t, but it’d sure be nice if you did!” you screamed back.

“What do you want from me, Aly?”

“I want you to stop acting like you hate the world! Why do you hate me so much?”

Joel laughed and shook his head. “I don’t hate you,” he said as he looked back up at you.

“Oh, really? Because it sure seems like it when you shut me down and refuse to talk to me. Why won’t you just let your walls down a little with me? We’ve been traveling together for a few weeks now. I think you owe it to me,” you said, crossing your arms and daring him to challenge you.

“I don’t owe you a goddamn thing!” he shouted back. Ouch, that really hurt actually. As if you didn’t think this man could break you anymore. You felt as if you were standing on a high ledge awaiting death, and Joel was about to push you over the edge.

“Stop acting like you’re the only one hurt! I know you must’ve lost someone you really cared about. Trust me, I know exactly how you feel,” you said sympathetically, hoping he’d soften up a bit.

He gave you the meanest look he’d ever given you before. His eyes were daggers and he snarled up at you like a hunting dog about to pounce on their prey. “You don’t know a damn thing about loss,” he ripped into you. That pushed you over the edge. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces right then and there. You didn’t know if you wanted to burst into tears or break something over Joel’s head. That was low even for him to say.

All you did was take a deep breath and turn the opposite way. “Okay,” is all you said. You started walking towards the opposite side of the barn. Straw crunched under your boots as you walked, and your foot smashed a broken bottle, glass shattering underneath you. You were about to step out into the freezing rain, just a couple more steps and you’d be there. You didn’t even care at this point. You’d rather be struck by lightning than be in the same room as Joel right now. You needed a way out and fast.

Before you could exit the barn, Joel reached out for you. “Aly, wait!” he shouted as he ran towards you.

“Why!” you screamed as you turned to look at him, rage flowing through your veins. You quickly turned back to the direction you were headed.

“Just stop, please,” he begged as he grabbed your wrist. His hand was warm, but you yanked your arm away from his grasp.

“No!” you screamed. You turned back towards him with pain in your eyes. “You don’t get to tell me I don’t know what loss feels like. You don’t get to tell me that when you won’t even talk to me!” You pushed him hard, and this made him stop in his tracks. He looked at you, waiting to hear what you’d say next.

You caught your breath and held back tears before you continued to yell at him. “I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever loved and cared about! They’re all gone, dead!” Joel’s eyes softened and concern devoured his face.

“I’m done trying to hold it together anymore. I’ve lost everything! And I don’t need you to make me feel worse about myself. I had to watch my mom and dad get attacked by the infected. First a runner took out my dad, and the next day he turned my mom. They were both gone so fast, and I had to watch it happen!” Tears started flowing down your eyes. Joel was listening intently, not making a sound. Concern grew on his face as he continued to listen. He took a step towards you and you took a step back.

“And then me and my brother were trying to escape Seattle. That’s where a massive outbreak happened. People were dying all around me, shops were being overrun, people were getting attacked in their own cars. It was a cold night, and the city was in chaos. Cars were burning up and down the streets, houses were being overrun with clickers, and people were dropping left and right. The infection spread so fast through the city. Me and my brother both ran as far as we could. We took the car and tried to skip town.” You caught your breath before you had to tell the worst part of all.

“Before we got out of town, I noticed something was wrong with my brother, Jason. His forehead was burning up and he was having trouble breathing, so we pulled the car over and got out. He started hyperventilating and making these weird noises. He sounded just like the infected that were overrunning the city. Not long after that his eyes turned blood red and he couldn’t talk. I watched him turn into one of those things before my eyes. I froze, I didn’t know what to do. I looked over for just one second, he knocked me on my back before I could react, and he was trying to get to my throat. I panicked and didn’t know what to do. I had a small handgun in my pocket and I forced the gun to his head.” Tears escaped your eyes as you struggled to finish the story.

“I… I had to shoot him before he killed me too. I should’ve just let him bite me because I died the day I lost my entire family. I..I,” you struggled to keep your train of thought as you started having a panic attack.

“I’m a murderer. I feel so guilty about it. He should’ve been here with me today. We both should’ve survived. Instead I’m left with the pain of that day that happened so many years ago. There’s not a day I don’t think about it.” Joel’s eyes looked so sad in that moment. It was almost like he was trying to reach for you. You ignored it and kept going.

“Do you know how hard it is to keep going day after day just to survive in this shitty world? I am tormented by that day every single day I have to keep living! Do you know how hard it is to get close to someone after that, after losing everything you ever cared about? And then you go and make me feel ten times worse about everything. What did I do to deserve that? You don’t even care...”

Tears took over as you broke down. You collapsed to the ground as you felt your heart shatter into shards of glass. Your vision blurred as the tears crashed around you. Your body started to shake, and you were so cold you just wanted to go lie down for a few days and forget you ever existed.

Suddenly strong arms were around you in an instant. You wanted to push Joel away, but you didn’t have the strength in you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, embracing you firmly. He was so warm, especially with his thick, green plaid shirt soft against your arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. It’s gonna be okay,” he said soothingly as he took one of his hands and ran it up and down your back, trying to comfort you.

You sobbed even more as he held you in his arms. He had a gentle side, and you didn’t even know until now. You wanted to punch him or slap him hard in the face for every single mean thing he said to you, but you couldn’t. You had no more energy to fight back. You felt like you had just ran a marathon and got the wind knocked out of you, your breath shallow.

“But…but you said,” you started but Joel shushed you softly.

“Shhh. Forget what I said. I know I can be a real asshole. I don’t hate you though. I never did. I’m so sorry,” he said as he apologized into your ear. His breath was so warm, it felt as if a fire had started in you. He smelt like fresh firewood and mahogany. You could get intoxicated from the smell. His strong hold on you had you melting inside. If you weren’t falling for him before, you were now.

His chin rested gently on the top of your head as he ran a hand through your thick waves of hair. You felt as if you were laying on a beach, and a strong wave just crashed into you. Except this wave was refreshing and calm. It was like floating in the middle of the sea with nothing but peace and tranquility.

You don’t know how long you sat there. Maybe it was only a few minutes, or maybe it was half an hour. You couldn’t break away from Joel even if you tried. You wanted to stay wrapped in his embrace for as long as he’d let you.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he breathed. Every fiber of your being was latching onto Joel. All you could do in response was hold onto him tighter. You’d hold onto him for as long as you could. The only thing you feared now was losing him too.

Chapter 9

Series Masterlist

#joel miller #joel tlou #joel the last of us #tlou fanfiction #joel x female reader #joel miller smut #joel x oc #enemies to lovers #slow burn #look for the light

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weepingfoxfury · 11 days

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The man on the radio is still somewhere beyond the horizon. Today there is a stand in man on the radio whiling away the hours with nothing but Wednesday on his mind. Weatherwise it's sunny and breezy and we're looking at a 'balmy' 11 to 15 degrees ... so throw on your jumpers, grab yourself a blanket and get those deckchairs out. The traffic lady tells her usual tales of double collisions and morning chaos and informs us once more that there are animals loose on one of the main roads. The fencing in Ireland does not improve.

Today’s groaner: Did you hear about the man that woke up in the morning and forgot which side the sun rises from? … It eventually dawned on him ;-D badoom tish … here all week!!

Survived the shiny metropolis, so Biggest Dog and I are ensconced in the lounge ... she snoring and twitching behind me, I clad in many layers watching the sunshine through a condensation covered window as it flitters between branches and leaves as the wind gusts and goes quiet.

All went swimmingly yesterday in so many ways. Biggest Dog found fun in all the different sights, sounds and smells and, of course, had the chance to shout 'Keep your distance!' to a couple of fluffy pooches that were sat outside a cafe. We sat on many benches, benches I have passed so many times, so a novelty for myself to actually stop and sit and people watch whilst we both caught our breath.

The only moment my stomach lurched was when the car broke down. Thankfully the Gods took time out from their lawnmower borrowing arguments to ensure it broke down in a car park that's actually opposite the garage I use, so I was able to wander across and get help really quickly. An alternator and battery check showed the problem to be the battery ... a new one was fitted, Biggest Dog lay good as gold on the back seat whilst the mechanic did his thing, and we were very soon back on the road home.

Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday ... coffee, cats, canines and keeping cosy are the order of the day ...

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tdoong15 · 6 months

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hello kai, hope ur doing well, i liked ur last fic so i got a new idea here lol. About Yeji regressing one day and really really wanting to play with Lia but she isnt around in the dorm and she gets really sad until her caregiver decides to shoot Lia a message and she comes and have a fun day with Yeji

Hey Chimp, I'm doing well. This is a really nice request, also I hope that you're doing well :)

Little!Yeji, Cg!Chaeryoung, BigSis!Lia

Warnings: none

Playing with Lia+Yeji

Yeji woke up to the sound of her favorite song playing on her alarm clock. She stretched and yawned, feeling a little groggy at first. She then looks out of the window and squints slightly due to the sunlight shining right on her face. “Mmm… too shiny” Yeji mutters to herself while she went to shield her eyes with her hands, the little pouts and she feels like her day isn't going her way but in that moment she remembered something that Lia promised her yesterday.

“Lia says she'll pway with me!” Yeji grins as she recalls the interaction between herself and Lia. The thought immediately cheers Yeji up significantly so she begins running around the dorm with her beloved toy, called Hatt, in hopes that she will be able to be with Lia. “LIA-YAH!!!!” Yeji yells loudly so she could be heard, throughout her shouting, she was also opening up every door she could possibly do.

During the yells, Chaeryoung was in the kitchen dealing with a watermelon which kept rolling onto the floor. “Stupid watermelon, it's too round that's why it's falling a lot.” Chaeryoung sighs heavily out of annoyance, when she was about to place the watermelon back in the cutting board for the millionth time she felt herself get tackled to the floor.

“Mommy, where is Lia?” Yeji asks curiously, her pout starts to show again, Chaeryoung couldn't help but smile slightly at Yeji's pout because it made her look adorable. “She's just gone out shopping, baby.” Chaeryoung explains and Yeji did not like that answer at all. “No! Lia said she pway with me!” Yeji says in an angry and frustrated tone. Thankfully, since Yeji was with Chaeryoung, who was her main caregiver, her tantrum wouldn't be as severe in comparison if she was with someone else.

Chaeryoung thinks for a second and she came up with a solution that would hopefully calm Yeji down. “How about we play together instead?” Chaeryoung suggested but Yeji immediately shook her head. “No way! I wanna pway with Lia, mommy!” Yeji whines loudly, she then stood up and stormed away into the living room.

Yeji goes on the sofa, having her back faced against the front door and she buried her face into the cushion to hide the fact that she was upset over the fact that she was unable to have fun with Lia. Chaeryoung stands in the doorway and she looks at her saddened baby, Chae couldn't bear to see Yeji upset anymore so she decided to message Lia about coming back from the store.

You: Hey Lia, are you coming back soon?

Honey Lia 🍯🦥: I've just finished shopping. Why?

You: Yeji is upset because she wants to play with you.

Honey Lia 🍯🦥: I'll be there as quick as possible.

Chaeryoung places her phone into her pocket and she just hopes that Lia arrives soon. But, in the meantime, Chaeryoung comforts Yeji as much as possible by doing things like stroking her hair or back. After 10 minutes had passed, Lia unlocked the front door and she rushed inside, especially since she could hear the soft, muffled cries of Yeji coming from the living room.

Lia quietly walked into the living room before softly tapping on Yeji's shoulder. “I heard that you weren't happy, Yeddeong. So I came as quickly as possible.” Yeji lifted her head as soon as she heard Lia's voice, her nose was red and she had the biggest pout on her face. “Pway now pwease.” Yeji rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yes, we can play now.” Lia picks up Yeji and places her on the floor.

“Can you stay here while I get Lya?” Lia questions Yeji, who had immediately nodded her head. Lya was Lia's favorite toy and the one she played with the most, mainly with Yeji though. It only takes Lia five minutes to come back to Yeji. “Alright, do you want to play princesses, Yeddeong?” Yeji gasped and her eyes sparkled out of pure glee when she heard the suggestion. “Yay pwincesses!” Yeji grins from ear to ear whilst she grabs Hatt.

As the duo played princesses, all of Yeji's previous sadness disappeared now that she was able to be with Lia. “My princess is super powerful and she can defeat basically anything that crosses her.” Lia says proudly, but Yeji just giggled at the idea. “Nuh-uh Lia-yah, my… my pwincesses is super duper stwong and she can win all the time.” Yeji smiles widely as she explains how her princess is significantly better than Lia's princess.

After doing their Royal duties and defeating anyone that rebelled against their authority,Yeji would just throw Hatt at any unfortunate victim that was in proximity of her which included Chaeryoung, Yeji grabbed her iPad and looked up at Lia like she wanted something. “What is it, Yeddeong?” Lia slowly takes the iPad to see if that was what Yeji wanted to happen. “Pick a game, pwetty pwease.” Yeji asks with the sweetest pair of puppy eyes.

Lia nods her head and she scrolls through the apps until she finds one that stuck out. “How about Subway Surfers?” Lia points out the game to Yeji and the little quickly takes back her iPad to play the game. “Wanna pway with me, Lia-yah?” Yeji offers, which made Lia's heart melt from how wholesome Yeji was. “Of course I'll play the game with you.” Yeji claps her hands in happiness as she embraced her inner iPad kid by basically burying her face into the screen while she played, until she died then she swapped with Lia and Lia would do the same when she died except she would pass the iPad to Yeji.

Hello, I hope everyone is having a great time. Also Lia showing up at ITZY's concert to support her friends was so sweet and proves that ITZY will always be OT5. Hopefully, Lia is feeling much better than before, but we should wait until she's 100% ready to come back.

#itzy #itzy agere #sfw agere #sfw caregiver #little!yeji #yeji #lia itzy #cg!chaeryoung #chaeryeong

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pbandjesse · 1 month

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This is not going to be a very interesting or very long post. Because I did nothing today. Except try to not throw up.

I slept okay last night, which was only surprising because I had originally gone to sleep at like 7 and then woke up at 830 and went back to sleep not long after that. I had pretty much decided immediately upon waking up that I could not go to camp today. I didn't feel safe. I felt like I was falling apart. I could barely stand up at times. The dizziness was insane.

So at 655 when I got up I texted Alexi right away and she told me to take care of myself and they would be okay. It is so hard for me to be okay with letting down my job. But she just told me they like be fine and I had to keep that in mind and just let myself rest.

I did not go back to sleep though. I would actually never fall back asleep. But I would just. Rest. And try to stay sane.

I went and found James right away. Got a hug. They promised to let me know when they got to work and we hoped they would get there before the rain.

The tropical storm would roll through and cause a lot of flooding. But thankfully not at our house. I would enjoy watching the sky today. But it never rained as hard as I was expecting.

I would wash my face and clean myself up to try and feel better. But it didn't help as much as I hoped. I would just kind of feel off all day. Thankfully though I wast always beside myself in pain.

I didn't eat much. I would have a half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And two mugs of milk throughout the day. A little of the fudge I got yesterday. But I was honestly afraid to eat anything else.

I would lay on the couch for a long time. Eventually moving upstairs. Around 11 I decided I would like a task. And so I started working on my closet clean out.

This would be round 1. Next time Jess comes over we're going to do it a bit more intensely. But I would sort everything into piles. Tops, bottoms, dresses, jumpsuits. And just made a lot of quick judgements. Have I worn this this year? Does anything about it make me feel weird? Does it fit me? And threw things into the hallway to bag up later.

I would do a second pass as I went through all the individual piles. Purged a few more pieces. I was half way through when I had to sit down with my head on my knees because a wave of dizzy came over me. It sucked.

But I had to finish. I picked out pieces to hang up. And would fold everything else to go in my storage box. It was tough to close the box but I think with the next purge it will make things easier.

I did not even kind of try to go through sweaters. That is a different day for sure absolutely.

I would lay down again after that. And that was my day. I laid in bed and tried not to cry I felt so bad. I hate that I'm probably scaring people but I feel absolutely terrible.

I thought maybe chipotle would be safe to eat. I don't get it spicy. The rice and beans are a complex carb. There are veggies. So James promised to bring that home, along with boxed jello and rice pudding. Stuff that seemed safe.

I moved to the couch to wait for James. And they got home around 5. And while the chipotle tasted great I was the closest I have been to throwing up. Like legit throwing up. It was horrible. I would eat as much as I could, while trying to breathe through the nausea. But I would end up laying on the couch with my eyes closed just trying to breathe for almost an hour. James seemed so worried. I was so worried. It was horrible.

But it would pass. And I would be fine. I would have just a little nausea still but the painful part went away. And I was able to have a rice pudding and it didn't make me feel amazing but it was fine.

And that's where we are now. I am going to take a bath. And try to just be okay. I seriously doubt I will go to the market tomorrow. And I feel bad about it but I just cannot. I can't. I need to just keep resting.

Send me good vibes. I love you all. Sleep well and be safe.

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mrs-luigi-vargas · 10 months

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Lost and Found

Chapter 1 (of 2): Wherein Mario doesn't know where his brother is

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Mario, Peach, Luigi, Bowser Relationships: Mario & Peach, Mario & Luigi Tags: Minor Bowser/Luigi, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Nonverbal Mario

Summary: Sunny skies and friends by his side...in Mario’s opinion, it was all the perfect setup for a perfect vacation! ...Too bad his brother up and disappeared partway through it. Word Count: 2,608 words A/N: This fic's Mario's POV of An Egg in a Trying Time! So it would be helpful to read that one first, but i can't tell you what to do so do whatever!

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Mario woke up an hour or so after sunrise.

He shuffled about his and Luigi’s hotel room as quietly as he could as he got ready for the day. Luigi was usually a pretty heavy sleeper, but nonetheless Mario had accidentally woken him up yesterday morning and he still felt a bit bad about it. And Luigi had stayed up late last night, so he really needed the extra sleep this morning.

Tiptoeing out of the room, Mario closed the door with a near-inaudible click and headed out of the hotel down to the nearest beach. He took off his shoes and dug his toes into the sand, watching the sun climb higher and higher into the sky with the seagulls’ cries and the salty breeze and the sound of the ocean waves keeping him company.

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his tranquil state; it was Peach, arms laden with beach-going supplies and smiling at him. As Mario hurried to relieve her of her bag she passed him another, smaller paper bag in which Mario could smell something from the nearby bakery. He smiled thankfully at her. His smile turned sheepish when she reached into her bag he was holding and took out a bottle of sunscreen to wave in his face with a raised eyebrow.

The two sunscreen-laden friends ate breakfast and watched the sunlight reflect on the ocean’s surface until more people trickled onto the beach, at which point they went to claim a good spot to spend the rest of the morning. Neither of them were at that spot now, with Peach kicking a ball around farther down the beach with some friends and Mario sitting on the edge of a dock a ways away from her, feet kicking absently in the chilled water and humming quietly to himself while watching them.

He could join them. In fact, he was planning to, soon. But the water felt nice, and — he cast a glance at the sky, shielding his eyes with a hand — Luigi was probably due to wake up soon, if he hadn't already. Peach had sent him a text earlier telling him they were at the beach, and Mario kind of wanted to sit in a highly-visible-from-the-sidewalk place to catch him as he arrived.

Mario remained there until a little after noon, when he couldn't quite ignore how hungry he was anymore. There was a hot dog stand within sight, and Mario weighed his desire to fill his empty stomach against his desire to not miss Luigi’s arrival. The hunger won. Surely Luigi would understand.

But as he ventured to the stand, something felt...off. Beyond how hungry he was. Mario stood halfway between the ocean and his pending lunch, trying to parse the uniquely foreboding feeling he was suddenly flooded with. It felt like...he frowned. He changed course entirely, to the road that would take him back into town. It felt like where he should be going right now.

The universe had other plans, however, as at the exact moment Mario took one step off the sand onto the concrete the ground shook with the rumblings of an explosion from somewhere behind him. Mario spun to find the source and locked eyes with Peach as she stood amidst beachgoers who were beginning to react in alarm. “Over there!” she called to him, pointing further up the beach and darting in that direction. Mario scrambled to follow her. By the time he and Peach pushed through the crowd to truly behold the chaos at the root of it all, Mario’s earlier foreboding feeling had faded to nothing. By the time they finished dealing with the consequences of said chaos, Mario had forgotten about the feeling entirely.

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At dinnertime, Peach returned from the overflowing buffet table to find Mario fiddling with his phone, looking downcast. He'd been slowly deflating all day, for all he tried to hide it. Case in point, he tried to smile at her as she approached, despite hardly touching his food since they’d arrived in the restaurant.

It took a bit of needling, but Peach finally got an answer as to what was bothering Mario in the form of him handing her his phone. It was open to its messaging app, to Mario and Luigi’s messages specifically, where there was nothing sent all day aside from the periodic picture from Mario.

“That’s odd...” Peach frowned and checked her own phone. “He hasn't responded to any of my messages either.” She messaged him again right then and there; with each minute of no response Mario drummed his fingers on the table a little bit faster, a little bit harder. It wasn't necessarily bad, he told himself, that Luigi wasn't using his phone. He was hardly beholden to checking in with his brother every once in a while.

But...the entire day?

Mario shook his head. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions just yet. No, Luigi was probably out having fun somewhere else. So much fun that he didn't have time to text his brother. Or the Princess. Which was fine! Totally fine. Mario wasn't worried about it. Not one bit.

Peach reached across the table to put her hands on Mario’s, finally stilling it. “We’ll go look for him after dinner,” she said, and Mario slumped in both embarrassment and relief.

So after finishing dinner, Mario and Peach ventured around the central hub of the island. They searched the beach and didn't find Luigi. They ran into Yoshi at about the same time Mario remembered Luigi had been walking the nature trails recently, and Yoshi volunteered itself and its friends to scour them for any sign of him. They asked the Toads working the amusement park gates, and they told them they haven't seen a “Loogey” around anywhere. They searched the beach again and didn't find him. The sun finished setting, and the two of them took the hotel stairs down to the casino, where the owner told them he didn't see “that green-hatted upstart” that’d been on track to bankrupt the entire establishment last night. Peach dragged Mario out by the arm before he could do anything about how his brother was just spoken about. Peach made a mental note to lodge a complaint to someone higher up before she went to bed.

Trekking disappointedly back up the stairs, they almost collided with Rosalina. “We’re looking for Luigi,” Peach told her when she asked them what had them so down. “We haven't seen him at all, today. Have you?”

Rosalina tilted her head in thought. “I did see him earlier today,” she said, to Mario and Peach’s delight. “Yes, in the part of town with all the restaurants, having lunch in the one with the large windows. He had an object underneath his shirt. But I don't know where he went afterwards.”

Outdated info, but they at least had a lead now. Mario practically bounced in place, eager to chase it. Noticing this, Peach hurried to say a farewell to Rosalina before he ran off. “And thank you so much!” she added.

Rosalina barely had time to wave after them before they were gone, up the stairs and out of the hotel, beelining towards the restaurant in question. A darkened interior and a locked door greeted Mario as he ran up first, despite the buildings on either side bustling with activity. When Peach approached, her attention was caught by the paper sign taped to the inside of one of the windows; though it was a bit hard to read, scrawled hastily as it was, she could at least tell it was an apology that the restaurant was closed, and a promise to be open at the usual hour tomorrow. Mario wilted as she read it aloud.

“Well,” Peach sighed. “At least we tried...Hopefully Luigi will come back to the hotel tonight so we won't have to come back here tomorrow and ask about him?”

Hopefully. The frown didn't leave Mario’s face as they trudged back to the hotel. While Peach retired to her room, Mario parked himself on one of the plush chairs in the hotel lobby, with a full view of the entrance doors. He sat there for an hour or two, fiddling with his phone and his hat and the hem of his shirt, until the receptionist began to side-eye him. Mario decided to wait for Luigi in his hotel room instead, half-hoping he'd snuck by him somehow and was already waiting for him there.

Mario opened the door to his and Luigi’s hotel room. It was empty, and the silence was deafening as Mario quietly clicked the door shut. Mechanically, he got ready for bed; but instead of getting under the covers, he sat with his back to his headboard and waited and waited and waited. His usual bedtime came and went, and every time he snapped himself back awake from dozing off he sent yet another text message to Luigi that had no answer.

A knock sounded at the door. The thought didn't occur to Mario that if it was Luigi then he would have heard the beep of a keycard instead — he was the one out of the two of them who never forgot it — until he threw the door open and was face to face with Peach.

“Luigi hasn't shown up yet, huh?” Peach asked, seeing Mario’s face fall.

Mario shook his head, feeling silly.

“In that case” — Peach pushed her way into the room, wearing one of the hotel-provided bathrobes — “you don't mind if I wait with you, do you?”

Even if she hadn't already entered the room, Mario would have gladly invited her in. She perched herself on the other bed and turned on the TV as Mario sat back on his. Though she spent a non-zero amount of time tuning the TV to a channel serviceable for late-night background noise, she wasn't really watching it, too busy shooting Mario worried glances he didn't catch because he was too focused on watching the door. In the end, despite Mario’s best efforts, he couldn't ignore how tired he was any longer, and as time continued to pass his eyes unwittingly slid shut.

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When Mario next opened his eyes, it was dark. He turned his head to the side and there was a shape resting on Luigi’s bed. He woke up the rest of the way with a jolt. Was that...?

...No, it wasn't. The shape was too still, too quiet.

Mario’s heart sank as he got out of bed. That shape was actually Peach, who had evidently elected to not return to her room for the night. A seemingly impromptu decision, considering she wasn't under the covers. Mario pulled the comforter off his own bed and carefully draped it over her.

Mario drifted to the window, peering through it up at the moon high in the sky. Luigi was still nowhere to be found. This was late, even for him. And in this continued absence Mario was forced to truly entertain the possibility that maybe there really was something wrong. Was Luigi in trouble? Unable to contact him somehow, even if he wanted to? The thought of it had Mario pacing, pinpricks of anxiety buzzing underneath his skin. He needed to do something about this.

Mario shuffled about the room as quietly as he could, as if he was getting ready for the day. He and Peach had already checked all the likely places Luigi could be, but it wouldn't hurt for Mario to check again. Just to make sure. Even if it was the middle of the night. He reached for the door and —

“Mario?”

Mario froze.

Peach raised her head, blinking sleep out of her eyes. She squinted at the scene before her. “...where’re you going?”

...out?

Peach frowned. She kept frowning until Mario’s hand guiltily inched away from the doorknob, to which she sighed, getting out of bed. Mario’s comforter sat on her shoulders, and as she rubbed at her eyes and yawned Mario felt worse for waking her while trying to sneak out than for the sneaking out itself. He couldn't muster up an explanation for doing so as she waited for one, either — or at least, he couldn't come up with one that wouldn't put all his anxieties on full display.

Still, Peach’s face softened in sympathy, because why else would Mario be awake? “I know you’re worried,” she said, putting her hands on Mario’s shoulders. But it’s late, she didn't say, though it was clear in the undercurrent of her words.

Mario shrank in on himself, chewing the inside of his cheek. There were so many things that could have happened to Luigi — bad things — that Mario had no way of knowing about. He could have gotten lost, he could have gotten hurt somewhere...heck, what if Bowser had done something?

“If he did, we can hardly confront him about it this late at night,“ was Peach’s response to that last part, and Mario was forced to admit she had a point. Especially when they hardly had any information to work with regarding whether Bowser was even involved in the first place. “Luigi will be fine, regardless of what happened,” Peach continued, voice filled with confidence. “He’s capable in his own right, and he’ll keep the egg safe, too!”

Mario knew that already. But nonetheless it was so, so difficult to shake off all the worst-case scenarios. If Luigi was upset somewhere and Mario wasn't there to help him...but Peach was right, Luigi could take care of himself. But what if this was the one time...no, even if it was, Luigi could definitely handle it. Although, he could've...no, he’ll be...well, maybe...

Around and around Mario’s brain spun, caught in its fretful loop. Until something suddenly bumped against his forehead and surprised it into stopping. He stared cross-eyed at the hesitant look on Peach’s face.

“Um. I know you and Luigi do this to calm each other down.” She smiled unsurely. “Is...it helping?”

It — Mario blinked. Well, he thought to himself. The faint smell of her shampoo wafted about them, floral where he might have expected fruit when he closed his eyes. There was the lack of mustache hair, and the absence of a nose pushing into his. Also the angle was wrong because she was over a half-a-head taller than Luigi was. And she’d come in too fast to begin with, as the smart of the red mark that surely existed on his forehead from the impact could attest to.

...But.

Curtained by blonde hair and bracketed by the comforter, Mario breathed in, then out, near-sagging against her. It — did help, in its own way. Enough that Mario’s mind quieted, enough that he started to doze off.

As he slumped further, Peach huffed, straightening and shaking him a little bit. “Back to bed with you, mister,” she declared, to which Mario blinked owlishly.

With a bit of nudging, Mario dutifully returned to his bed; Peach was close behind, and she lay down next to him when he settled. “So you don't try leaving again,” she said by way of explanation, and Mario was just barely too tired to be sheepish about it.

Of the two of them, it was Peach who fell back asleep first. Mario watched her face go slack, watched her burrow into her pillow. Too still, too quiet. But not quite as discomfiting anymore. So he watched her, and it was only as the sun started to dream of rising did he, too, finally drift off into dreams of his own.

#hurrah i've finally finished this one!#one a half more fics in this 'verse to go! ^.^#mlv.fic #smb #bowuigi egg fic project #<- bringing this tag back to keep all these girlies together haha

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chardbones · 1 year

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Summer morning (Ana Amari x Fem! Reader)

A/N so it's been a really long time since I've written any fanfics at all and I thought I'd jump back into the ring for fun. I've had this fic idea for the better part of two years now but for some unknown reason I decided to write it just now. I might make a second part to this but I'm not sure, like breakfast and maybe a bit and what the reader would do with Ana all day. I also saw that there isn't many fanfics of my girl Ana and she deserves it so I might post a fic or two more about her.I hope you blokes enjoy what I wrote

Y/N Pov:

I woke up to the light shining in my eyes, I slowly got up and looked over to left where I could see my wife peacefully sleeping. Ana and I decided a while ago that we both deserved a holiday together after going on countless missions. A few years ago, the both of us decided to buy a small house in Iilios, somewhere close to the beach and not too far from the town square where the market could be found. The light was thankfully poring slightly and only on my side so Ana wouldn't be woken up by it.

I slowly got up and made my way to the window, looking out I saw the clear blue sky and the vast never ending sea, in the distance I could see sail boats. Even though it was just the morning, looking at the sun, it was already quite hot but thankfully there was a cool breeze. After a bit I quietly opened the door and carefully made my way down stairs. My body isn't what it was 20 years ago, I'm still pretty physically well off but I can feel my body slowly but surely having enough of all the running around, carrying heavy ammo and making sharp moves.

As I walk down the stairs I look to my left and see the photos of me and Ana, most of them were of us during the glory days of overwatch. Boy, that was a long time ago. A lot of them were of the both of us and Fareeha, especially when she was just a kid. As I got downstairs and made my way to the kitchen, I stopped to look at a group of photos hanging over a dresser. One of them was of the three of us when we went Trick or Treating, Fareeha was just 10 years old then. Another was of Fareeha on her first day of school and another of her standing all happy with a trophy she won. One of my favourites was the wedding photo, that was taken year's ago, now the both us are old women.

Fareeha always saw me as her second mum and always treated me like one. And I always treated her like my own daughter, the best years of my life have been spent with them, seeing Fareeha grow and become stronger. Experiencing new things with Ana and loving her more and more.

Finally after a few minutes of remember wonderful memories I finally got to the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove, the house still had an old fashion stove oven that used fire, you almost never come across those in households over anywhere. I opened up a cabinet and took out a jar full of the best black tea and put it in two cup. As I waited for the water to boil I put in 1 and a half teaspoons of brown sugar and got out a desk to put the tea on. I placed the tea cups filled with hot and cold water on the tray and just incase the sugar if Ana wanted more.

I made my way back up the stairs and place the tray on my nightstand, I crawled back into bed and pulled Ana a bit closer to me so I could spoon her. The second I placed my wrinkly hand into hers, I could feel Ana stir in her sleep and see her eye flutter open.

"Good morning my love" I spoke quietly as Ana rolled over to look at me

"Good morning alsaqr" Ana said with a smile.

Alsaqr is a nickname she gave you because of how similarly you acted as a falcon in combat and how you armour resembled one.

"I made us some tea, drink some" I passed her a cup as Ana pushed herself up to sit.

"You're up quite early Y/N. Any reason why?" Ana asked as she put the cup to her mouth.

"Not really, I just did... I can believe that we're old women now. Looking at the photos it seems like it was just yesterday that I carried Fareeha on my back and ran around with her pretending that she was flying and I was her suit of armour" I spoke in a slight sad but glad tone.

"It has been, the time really does fly quickly, our little Fareeha has grown up really quickly and subsequently we have gotten older."

"I'm happy that you are the one I'm growing old with Ana. You're the only one I'd ever want to grow old with and have experience all the things we have gone through. I love you Ana."

"I love you too Y/N and I'm as every bit as happy as you are alsaqr"

The both of us put our cups away and kisses one another. It was a long and sweet kiss. As we parted we just looked into eachother worn eyes (well, I was looking into just one of her eyes). Even though we both look different then we did 20 or even 30 years ago, Ana still looks at me with the same passion and love that she did all those years ago. The same goes to me. We have said it many times before and shoe shown it to eachother on multiple occasions, and it's not going to stop.

The both of us just layed back down in bed and cuddle, the white sheets being partially draped over us. I held Ana in my arms while we gave eachother kisses. We could feel the breeze coming in every now and the through the open windows cooling us down.

And we just stayed like that until the sun started to shine on our faces and we knew we'd have to get up and start the day.

#Overwatch #Ana Amari #Overwatch x reader #lesbian #Ana Amari x Reader #Fanfic #Overwatch fanfic #Ana Amari x Fem reader #I also took inspiration of me and my sheila #lesbian fanfic #bisexual #saphic

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sharkpupsblog · 1 year

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 2 Deliveries.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi guys omg 😭😭😭 this was supposed to have been out yesterday but I took a nap and woke up way too late and didn’t do any editing 😭💔 I finished editing today though!!! Very late but still finished! 🙏🙏🙏😎😎😎 I wrote a lot again for this part 😔 trying to write as much as my silly brain wants to but also putting some restrictions on myself so I don’t get burnt out again 😭 I love writing so I have to be real careful 😔😔💔💔 anyways ty guys for ur patience! Enjoy! :D

Summary: You and Khaan make a delivery and he sees someone he recognizes.

Warnings: Foul language and an animal acting aggressively.

You groaned as you felt your blanket be taken from you. It was 6 in the morning you were in bed trying to sleep. It was way too early to get up, and it was a Saturday you really wanted more time in bed. “Come on!” You heard your dad whisper yell “we have a lot to do today and the earlier we do it the faster we get it done.” Your dad was always up early, and he always made you get up early too. What did druids do that required them to get up so darn early? To make getting you up easier your father opened your window. Outside your window waited Khaan, and once your father opened it he put his head through. Your horse was already up before your father and he was ready to go. He was used to being up early due to the schedule the Dark Riders had. The Friesian felt around trying to find you. He couldn’t see due to his forelock covering his eyes. When he found you he sniffed you, nipping at your shirt trying to get you to get up. When you didn’t move Khaan grabbed a mouthful of your shirt, and he pulled you up. Being taken out of bed roughly completely woke you up. You went wide eyed “okay! Okay! I’m up!” You gasped when Khaan let go of your shirt, and you face-planted onto your pillow. Your father pat Khaan thanking him for waking you up. Two months had passed since you found him. His wounds healed, and you managed to keep his eyes a secret from everyone. The rangers never found his owner, and they stopped their search after a month had passed. You kept looking for a few weeks after the search was called off. You looked all around Jorvik for Khaan’s owner, but you never found anyone so Khaan belonged to you now. You didn’t know much about riding, but you slowly learned with Khaan. “Farah has some deliveries she needs help with” you sat up as your father spoke “I told her you would help her.” You now understood why your father woke you up so early “she’s awake and waiting for you now.” The man walked out of your room, and as he walked he said “get dressed and come grab breakfast.” You shook your head trying to shake off any leftover sleepiness. Khaan neighed backing away from your window. He was going to finish the rest of his breakfast before you both got to work.

“Alright our first delivery is in… Starshine ranch” Starshine was about 10 or so minutes away from Valedale. You tightened Khaan’s girth, and then you lowered the stirrups. You had to buy a new saddle and pad, but you got to keep the bridle Khaan had when you found him. The bridle had minor cuts it was easily fixed by Farah. You were really happy when she told you it could be fixed. The design on the bridle was really cool, and you really wanted to keep it. You were glad you were able to, because now you rode with a cool gold and black, snake design bridle. Khaan let out a snort watching you get his fly mask. The mask didn’t allow anyone to see Khaan’s eyes, but it allowed him to see. “Ready?” You asked the Friesian. He responded with a whinny. Khaan stood still as you put the mask on him. Once the mask was on, you walked to his side checking the girth again before mounting. The Friesian was tall so getting on was sometimes a bit of a challenge. Today was thankfully easy for you. You clicked your tongue, and Khaan began walking. You rode through Valedale in a walk. When you were out of Valedale and in Hollow Woods you asked Khaan for a gallop. Galloping wasn’t super fun for you. Khaan ran very fast and the possibility of falling at this speed kept you on edge. Fear didn’t allow you to enjoy the ride. You only rode this fast for work though. The speed was great for deliveries which is why Farah continued to ask for you. You wondered if maybe Khaan was a race horse before you found him. He must have won a lot of races if he was. As he galloped through the woods you checked the list of deliveries you had for today. You had one for Starshine which you were going to now, one for Silverglade, and one for your dad. Your dad ordered incense which you dropped off first because you couldn't stand the smell and because you were already in Valedale. Your dad could stink up the house with the incense while you were gone. The scent he always ordered wasn’t your favorite. It was really strong it burned your nose. You tried to convince him to buy another scent like vanilla or lavender, but he always stuck with the same stinky one. Khaan neighed, and you looked up from your list seeing that you were near Firgrove now. Birds flew by and sunlight passed through gaps in leaves as you passed the trees. You felt like you were having a movie moment. A magical movie moment on a magical red-eyed horse. Maybe you already were in a movie without knowing. You could definitely write a book about your adventures with Khaan. You would make it fiction of course so no one would go crazy over your red-eyed horse. You and Khaan got to Starshine Ranch in 8 minutes. You were really early for the delivery. As you rode into the ranch you spoke to Khaan “we’re really early… I hope Josh is awake.” Josh was the guy you had to deliver the stuff to. “Maybe he’ll pay me more for being quick” Khaan huffed throwing his head back. You smiled patting his shoulder “sorry!” You began to correct yourself “maybe he’ll pay me more for how quick you were.” Khaan neighed again it was nice to receive credit where it was due “I’ll buy you as many fruit cups as you want for-.“ You paused when you saw that the person you were supposed to deliver to wasn’t in the spot he said he would be in. Shit… Now what? Should you just leave it on the floor and go? Or should you wait? You couldn’t wait you had to make the next delivery. You got off Khaan, and you looked around “hello?” You walked around the ranch with Khaan following close behind you. “Anyone awake?” You weren’t being very loud since you didn’t want to disturb anyone. “I have a delivery for this place!” You frowned when it looked like no one was going to answer your calls. You continued looking around the ranch. You had real bad luck with deliveries. First with the flyers Rowan had you make and now with this. While you looked around you spotted a house, its lights were on. You walked over to the home, and Khaan lowered his head sniffing the grass around it. You walked up the steps of the home going straight for the door.

You gently knocked on it “hello? Is josh in there? I have a delivery for him!” The house was quiet for a few seconds and then you heard messy footsteps come your way. It sounded like whoever was inside was hopping on a pogo stick. The door opened and a red haired girl with an odd marking on her cheek and a boot in hand which you hoped wasn’t for throwing at you smiled at you “how can I help you?” She looked like she had just woken up. You quickly apologized “I’m so sorry for waking you” you felt bad. She definitely had all right to throw that boot at you for being annoying and waking her up. “Is Josh here? I have a delivery for him.” The girl balanced on one foot putting her boot on the other while she talked to you “he must be asleep right now but I’m his friend I can take it for him.” You smiled and thanked the girl for accepting the delivery. You were really glad you didn’t have to stay and wait for Josh. “I’ll get it its in my saddlebag” You walked down the steps of the home and to your horse. The Friesian was busy eating the grass around the home while you talked. When you came up to him he looked up wanting to see who was coming. In the blink of an eye everything went to shit. Khaan suddenly became aggressive. His aggression wasn’t directed towards you but to the girl who answered the door. He stormed past you knocking you down. You fell on your side gasping as pain rushed through one side of your body. Khaan rushed to the door of the home destroying the steps leading to it as he stomped his way to the girl. The girl quickly reacted, and she shut the door. Instead of slamming into her Khaan slammed into the door of her home. You quickly stood up horrified by how Khaan was acting. Your side was killing you, but you couldn’t stop to rest. You had to stop Khaan before he hurt himself or the girl. The Friesian continued to angrily slam against the door as you ran over to him. Who was the girl on the other side of the door? Why did Khaan react this way upon seeing her? You ran up what was left of the steps of the home, and you reached out for Khaan’s bridle. Your horse let out an angry neigh as you led him away from the door. You guided him down the ruined steps holding his reins tightly, so he wouldn’t rush to the door again. “I’m so sorry!” You yelled so the girl could hear you over Khaan’s angry neighing. “I will pay for the damages I am really, really sorry!” You were definitely going broke after this. The girl cracked open the door staring at you with wide eyes. “It’s fine!” She yelled back at you trying to push the fear in her voice back, so she could speak with a friendly tone. You were relieved that she didn’t want to kill you. At least it seemed like she didn’t want to. Khaan bucked, and he began trying to snap at the girl over your head. “The delivery is free! Please tell Josh not to worry about paying!” You managed to get it from your saddlebag before Khaan knocked you down. You also managed to keep it safe from the fall and from your angry horse. You set the delivery down on the ruined steps of the home. “Once again I am so, so sorry about Khaan!” The girl’s eyes got wider when you said the Friesian’s name. “I’ll come back later with my father to pay for the damages!” You hoped the girl would trust you enough to let you go. She just nodded not having anything to say to you. You quickly got on Khaan thanking Aideen when he listened to what you asked of him. He galloped out of the ranch throwing his head back and neighing loudly. As Khaan angrily galloped you sat in your saddle in shock. What the hell happened back there?! And how were you going to pay for it?

The girl stood outside her home on her porch. She was looking at the destruction caused by the Friesian. She stood with her jaw open and her eyes wide. The steps of her home were completely ruined. Her door was barely hanging onto its hinges. A white horse with a blue mane rushed to her. She could see him from the corner of her eye. The horse spoke to her in a hushed voice “Lisa? What happened?” The girl looked to her horse trying to get rid of her look of shock. “A horse did this…” she narrowed her eyes “Khaan did this.” How did you have Khaan? Who were you? “Khaan?” The horse spoke his ears going back. “Sabine was here?” Lisa answered the question with a shake of her head “it was… It was Farah’s delivery person?” Lisa was extremely confused she needed answers. She turned looking inside her home seeing her father on the phone. The man was just as shaken up as she was. Lisa looked to her back pocket seeing her phone poking out “I need to call the others.”

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