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I need part 2

I guess your bio clearly states you write for Negan, but it doesn't explicitly state you write only for Negan. So I'm thinking I should just ask. Are you open to writing a dadsbsf!Rick and dadsbsf!Negan x reader fic, they have a rivalry and are always trying to one up eachother to get in the readers good graces, but little do they know you already want them (both) and you get them (both). Ik this isn't something you normally write and it's totally fine with multiple partners. But you're clearly a great writer and I just had to ask. It's totally fine you don't take this request or even ignore it. But if you were to write could do something with an age gap and a minx reader and mean Rick and Negan but only during steamy, but otherwise they sprinkle their lives on you.(Maybe this could be series or something it doesn't have to be oneshot and you could your time exploring the idea, idk why I'm so passionate about this lol)

Thanks, for hearing me out, believe me ik this a tall order. Again it's totally fine if you ignore this!!!

P.s idk why I added the photos I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭(them trying to mark their territory trying to make the other back off of you???)

dadsbsf! Negan x F! Reader x dadsbsf! Rick

summary Negan and Rick are over at your house, joining your dad for a game of poker. tags gambling, mentions of smoking and alcohol consumption, age gap (reader is college aged and Rick and Negan are kinda old...like late 40s early 50s?)

wc 2.3k

note i really liked this request and i hope i interpreted it correctly, if not, i sincerely apologize! just fyi, i plan on making this multiple parts, which is why there's no smut....YET! :P

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

She loves summer. It's more so what comes with it, rather than the season itself. Being back home from college and finally having her own space in her own room and her own bathroom with her own shower. Most of all, she loves the late nights in her backyard, swimming in the pool beneath the bright stars, cicadas buzzing and crickets chirping in the background. 

Tonight's one of those nights. The dark, starry, cloudless sky accompanies her she floats on her back around the pool, enjoying the peace of the summer night. All she's missing is a nice midnight snack. The warm, humid nighttime air feels good against her wet skin as she climbs out the pool. She forgot to bring a towel with her when she came out earlier, but that doesn't matter since she's getting right back in anyway. Barefoot, she saunters across the soft grass to the sliding glass door that leads into her house. 

"Honey, where's your towel? You're dripping all over the floor," her dad complains as soon as she steps inside. Feeling the freezing air conditioning on her wet body also has her wishing she brought a towel. 

"Sorry, I forgot, but I..." She trails off, finally noticing that her dad isn't alone and that he's at the dining room table with his best friends, Rick and Negan, in the middle of a game of poker. 

"Hi, Rick...Negan," she awkwardly greets, folding her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling naked in front of the two. 

"I'll be right back, gonna go grab her a towel," her dad explains, excusing himself from the table. 

"Late night swim?" Negan teases while shamelessly eyeing the freezing girl's half-naked body. Her face grows hot as she feels his hazel eyes undressing what little clothing she has on. 

"Why don' you join us for a game?" Rick suggests with a pat to the seat beside him. 

"But I dunno how to play." Despite this, she takes the seat anyway. Rick pulls the chair closer to him until he can't anymore. 

"I'ma teach ya how." This earns a scoff from Negan. 

"Doll, you don't want this fuckin' prick teachin' ya how to play poker." 

"This comin' from the idiot who lost five hundred dollars last time we played," Rick fires back. Negan rolls his eyes and flips him the bird. 

She bursts into a fit of giggles at their rivalry. "I think I'll stick with Rick. I don't have much money to lose." 

Her dad finally comes back into the room, towel in hand. He tosses it at her and it lands over her head like a ghost costume. 

"Hey!" she huffs as she fixes the towel properly around her shoulders. Her father just huffs a laugh at her plight. 

"Rick's gonna teach me how to play poker," she tells her dad excitedly. He grimaces which earns a snicker from Negan. 

"If ya want any chance at winnin', you'll have your ol' man to teach ya, but hey," he raises his hands in mock surrender before taking his seat. 

“I’m stickin' with Rick.” Rick gives her a soft smile and places his large hand on her thigh. Shivers run down her spine, and she’s sure it’s not from the air conditioning. 

“You can jus’ watch this game and we’ll deal you into the next.” She nods in agreement and leans over Rick’s shoulder to look at his cards -a three of clubs and a three of spades-, ignoring the water droplets dripping from her hair onto his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind either. She has no idea what’s going on since she joined in mid-game, but by the looks of everyone’s faces…she still can’t tell what’s going. Her father’s face is blank and Negan’s has an air of mischief to it, but then again, it almost always does. Rick looks calm as his eyes move from his cards to the three that lie in the table’s center. 

“Wha’s goin’ on?” She whispers in his ear. He leans down to her level and explains to her that the three cards in the middle are the flop and that things are looking good for him. She nods and leans closer to get a better look. The three men all slide more chips into pile. Negan reveals another card next to the three, which Rick informs her is called the turn. They bet again and Negan reveals one last card - the river, Rick tells her- before they all reveal their hands. 

“Two pair,” her dad dejectedly reveals. 

“Three of a kind,” comes Negan’s reveal. 

“Full house,” Rick calls out smugly as he takes the pile of chips

“See, I knew Rick was gonna win!” She cheers, causing the two other men to groan in annoyance. Rick squeezes her thigh, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Negan who’s glaring daggers at the blue eyed man. 

“You playin’ this round, hon?” Her dad asks, shuffling the cards. She happily agrees and deals her in. 

“Ya sure ya wanna stick with Rick? He was just fuckin’ lucky last round,” Negan bargains. 

“Lucky and four hundred dollars richer! I’m stickin’ by him.” Rick flashes Negan the smuggest look ever before wrapping his arm around her, pulling her closer. 

“Got my good luck charm right here.” 

“See if you get so lucky this time ‘round,” her dad challenges as he deals out two cards to each player. She looks at her cards, still not fully sure on how to play. She slides in a chip alongside everyone else, which Rick explains is the ante. Her dad reveals the flop and she looks from it to her own cards, not knowing what plays she has, if any. She glances over at Rick who’s immersed in his own cards. 

“Rick, what do I do?” She whispers. 

“C’mere, I’ll help ya out,” he offers with a pat to his lap. She climbs onto his lap from her own chair, leaving her towel behind. Her dad doesn’t bat an eye. Rick is one of his best friends, basically a brother to him, and in turn like family. At least that’s the way he sees it, like a simple loving action between good family friends. 

But Rick can hardly focus on either of their cards. Having her on his lap is distracting. Her plush ass sits directly on top of his crotch and he can feel himself getting hard as she shifts around to get comfortable. If she can feel it too, she doesn’t move away or say anything. He rests his chin on her shoulder as he looks at her cards -an eight of diamonds and an eight of hearts- his beard prickling against her soft skin. 

“See that eight of spades on the table, you’re close to havin’ a four of a kind,” he whispers. 

“Is that good?” 

“Very.” Nobody’s looking, so he presses a quick kiss to her shoulder. She stifles a giggle at the ticklish sensation of his beard against her skin. They all bet again and the next card is revealed. She shifts around excitedly once she sees another eight on the table.

“Keep still, sweetheart,” Rick warns, growing harder in his pants. She doesn’t say anything, but Rick can see her shoulders shake with more stifled laughter. Everyone places another bet before the river is revealed and they all show their hands. 

“Full house,” Negan says as he reveals his cards. 

“Flush,” her dad reveals. 

“Two pair,” Rick shows his hand. 

“Four of a kind,” she apprehensively says, showing her own hand. 

“Maybe she is some kinda goddamn good luck charm,” Negan grunts. 

“Did I win?” She asks, noticing the proud but somehow simultaneously disappointed faces around the table. 

“You did, sweetheart, good job!” Rick says, hugging her from his position behind her. She gets up and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, dangerously close to his lips before skipping into the kitchen. 

“That was fun, but I’ma head back to the pool now.” Negan watches her struggle to reach a snack in one of the cabinets. She jumps a few times, her ass jiggling a bit each time she lands. He stands up and joins her in the kitchen, watching her pathetically try a few more times before standing behind her and effortlessly grabbing the bag of chips. He even opens it  before handing them to her. 

“T-thanks,” she says turning to face him and taking the bag. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire as she stares up at him. He’s standing so close to her, basically pinning her against the counter. His tongue glides across his bottom lip as he hungrily eyes her up and down, eyes lingering on her tits that her bikini top could hardly contain. 

“You’re welcome.” She doesn’t know what to say or even if she should say anything. Her eyes wander down to his strong arms that are folded across his chest, his tattoos on full display. She bites her lip when her eyes graze over the slight bulge in his pants. She can’t tell if he’s hard or just big, but either way she desperately needs to take a dip in the pool to cool the heat building up inside of her. 

“I’m gonna go back out now, bye!” She slips away from him and hurries out to the backyard before jumping into the pool. 

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She had about thirty minutes alone until she hears the sliding glass door open. Out comes Rick in nothing but his swimming trunks and a beer in hand. He doesn't seem to see her as he makes his way to the hot tub. He gets in, letting out a sigh of relief as he feels the hot water relaxing his muscles. He rests his arms around the ledge and tilts his head back, relaxing and the sight is delicious. She climbs out the pool and carefully steps into the hot water beside Rick. 

"Hey darlin'," Rick greets once she's sitting beside him. 

"What're you still doin' here? Isn't it past midnight?" she asks. 

"Me 'n Negan wanted the hot tub for a bit, but your old man's done for the night." 

"Oh. Okay." She's looking at Rick in a way he can't decipher. Her eyes hungrily trail across his body as she scoots closer and suddenly, she's in Rick's lap like before. 

"I can still sit here, right?" 

"Of course," he reassures, his hands resting on her thighs, fidgeting with the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He rests his chin on her shoulder, just relaxing and enjoying the feeling of her against him. 

The sliding glass door opens again, a jarring interruption to their peace. She flinches, scared one of her parents were about to come out and see her and Rick in a compromising position, but Rick, seeing that it's only Negan, holds her tighter. He joins them in the hot tub with a beer in hand and cigar between his lips. In nothing but his swim trunks, his hairy chest and tattoos are on full display, taking all of her attention away from Rick. If looks could kill, Negan would have murdered Rick with his hazel colored death glare. The tension in the hot tub is so thick, it's almost suffocating. Negan being there somehow makes her feel guilty for being so close to Rick, but leaving his lap isn't something she wants to do either.

"Hey, Negan," she says in a weak attempt to relieve the tension and kill the awkward silence. 

"Hey doll," he takes a drag from the cigar before blowing out the smoke, "congrats on winnin' your very first poker game." 

"Thanks...couldn'ta done it without Rick, really." She subconsciously leans further into Rick and he presses a few scratchy kisses to her shoulder and the back of her neck. Negan rolls his eyes at both her and Rick. 

"C'mere," he commands with a come hither motion. She swallows nervously, looking from man to man. Rick can feel that she wants to get up so he unravels his arms from her waist so she can, which she does, albeit apprehensively. Even though he didn't tell her to, she sits on Negan's lap, her cunt right atop his growing boner, the only barriers between them being his swim trunks and her bikini bottoms. His beard tickles the side of her face as he leans down to whisper in her ear.

Rick watches the two with an intense gaze, almost as if he was daring Negan to try something with his girl. Negan's arms are around her now as he whispers something in her ear. Rick is sure he's just talking shit  but jealousy still twinges in his chest. 

"Anything that asshole thinks he can teach ya, I can do it better," Negan whispers. Rick sees her giggling and she turns her head to whisper something back to him. 

"Yeah? Then why'd ya lose both games earlier?" she teases. He lets out a laugh which catches Rick's attention. His blue eyes glare daggers at Negan who only spares him a smug glance. 

"Didn't wanna embarrass poor Rick over here by beating his ass in front of ya," he says loud enough for Rick to hear. His voice returns to a whisper. "As for the other game...you just got pretty damn lucky." 

"Mmhmm sure," she replies sarcastically with an eye roll. She stands up and wades her way to the hot tub's stairs. 

"G'nite y'all," she wishes them as she exits the tub. 

"Goin' to bed already? Night's just started?" Negan complains, already missing having her on his lap. 

"It's almost three in the mornin'," Rick comments looking at his watch. "Night, sweetheart!" 

"See you both at the barbecue tomorrow!" She blows them both a kiss before skipping off toward the house. She can feel their gazes boring into her, particularly her ass as she does so. 

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I need a story for this

The prompt was ‘detention.’

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So what's it about? I'm nosey.

just hit 10,000 words on my novel!

three chapters down, ?? to go!

pls ask me about it! again book posts are tagged 'book chat' and 'og writing' until i have a title so if u dont want to see book content, block the tags bb xxx

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The never going to get stuff fixed is exactly what my family dose. We all have including myself messed up stuff that's like oh I did this and never went to the doctor.

I swear my physio thinks i'm completely nuts. I've been seeing her for a couple of years due to having shit poor core strength combined with a herniated disk that never properly healed, but just as i get better she sees me on her appointment roster and is always curious as to why i'm back. Todays visit went as such;

"So, hows the back?"

"Back is fine"

"Okay... why are you here?"

"My knee"

She rolls her eyes and sighs; "okay what did you do"

"I went to the cinema. When i went to take a pee break in the movie when i came back to my seat i had to go up the steps but every 3rd step is wider so i went to put my foot down and the step wasn't there"

*sigh* "okay, lets have a look" and she proceeds to feel my knee and calf; "why do you have two kneecaps in one knee?"

"When i was in high school a girl slammed her hockey stick into my knee during a game and we never got it fixed"

*her jaw just drops* "umm ok. Can you feel any pain when i do this?" Poking the top front of my shin.

"Nope. I cant feel anything there, i fell over in a swimming pool when i was 13 and cut my knee open and the nerves never reattached"

By this point she was just staring at me trying to process how a boring suburban mum could have so many injuries before finally gathering her thoughts;

"Okay, pull the leg of your cycle shorts up and we'll work through the lower thigh muscles OH MY GOD WHATS THAT?"

I point to a jagged scar on my thigh; "oh this? This is when my mum put me on a donkey for a ride when i was 4 and i didnt want to so i slid off but the donkey bit and trampled me"

"How are you still fucking standing? Are you the unluckiest person alive? How many car accidents have you been in?"

"Twenty two"

"Aaaargh!"

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Here is a masterlist of all the parts of Snow in The Dark.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

hey, i was wondering if you could make a masterlist so i could find all your parts to your riddick fic? c:

I can do that for sure :)

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hey, i was wondering if you could make a masterlist so i could find all your parts to your riddick fic? c:

I can do that for sure :)

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I have so many unfinish fics and I want to finish them but have no clue were to start

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Stay In The Light

This is part 9 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow learns who her true friends are.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language. Mention of deaths.

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The next half an hour is spent rushing to get everything that makes light and putting it on a makeshift sled.

All of us join together only speaking when we have to. My heart pounded in my chest telling me how worried I was.

Of course I was. I was trapped on a planet with things that wanted to eat me and really no dependable way to defend myself.

I couldn’t help but worry about myself, worry about Jack. She was helping just as anyone else, her being brave and acting like she was fine.

I hate to admit she reminded me a lot of myself at that age. Always trying to fight to keep yourself alive. She was scared I was as well.

We were all scared. The only one of us that didn’t seem to be was Riddick. Him walking around the ship telling us all what to do like he knew exactly how this night was going to play out.

The thing is I knew he was right.

“I’ll be running about ten paces ahead.” He says, Carylon following behind him while I sat next to Paris making cocktails.

“I want light on my back but not on my eyes.” He says, holding his hand up to block the light as he walks past Paris holding the cutting torch.

“And check your cuts. These bad boys know our blood now.” He says, his eyes meeting mine.

I had a busted lip. Is that what he meant?

Looking over at Jack I see her frozen looking up at him with fear on her face. My stomach drops, oh no running through my head.

Standing up I ignore Paris asking me where I’m going. Dusting my hands off I walk over to her and crouch down in front of her, her snapping back to work.

“Everything okay?” I whisper, helping her roll up the cord of light.

Her worried eyes meet mine, her shaking her head.

“It’s that time?” I whisper again, not wanting anyone to hear us.

She nods, not looking at me.

“I’ll find something.” I say standing up once more.

Using a flash light I found, I ease back into the ship half remembering seeing a first aid kit back there. 

I stop hearing footsteps looking over to see Johns standing there.

“Where do you think you're going?” He asks, his gun pointed in my direction.

“To go pee, you wanna watch?” I ask glaring at him.

He flushed with embarrassment, and took a step back.

“Thought so.” I say, moving away from him.

Taking a breath I shine the light around in the darkness almost jumping out of my skin when the shine of eyes flash for just a second.

Without thinking I move closer to him, encasing us in darkness besides my flashlight. Keeping it aimed at the floor, I stop when I reach him.

The primal smell of him wrapping around me makes my stomach tighten. I take a breath, feeling his fingertips brush over my hand as he clicks the light off.

I open my mouth to say something, Riddick’s large hand coming up to cover it stopping me.

I try to ignore my racing heart or the urge to throw myself at him. I clench my fist as best I can, feeling Riddick bend down so our noses almost touch. I could feel his eyes looking deep in mine.

His arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him, making me bend into him as he leans over me.

If I could bite my lip I would, all thoughts of what I was doing back here are out the window. The only thing present is the bubble me and Riddick has created. Despite the darkness around us my eyes flutter close. The heat and pressure of him wrapped around me making me want to melt.

Dropping his hand from my mouth he places it on my back. Him dipping himself lower to run his nose over my neck makes me shiver.

My eyes snap open when I hear a sound, expecting a monster to come flying our way. I blush when I realize it came from me. 

A low rumble leaving my chest or was it my throat it sounded almost like a purr. Blushing, I pull away from him and shake my head.

“I need to go.” I say, stepping back.

Feeling my foot hit something I don’t have time to react before I trip over whatever it was. My arms are flying out to grab anything to stop myself. Strong arms wrapping around me once again. Riddick kept me from falling.

“Sorry.” I say pushing my hair behind my ear from being nervous.

“I really should go. We don’t have a lot of time.” I say, not moving, Riddick’s arms comfortable around me.

I hear a familiar rumble of him humming an agreement, him letting go of me and taking a step back.

“Thank you.” I say, starting to turn around. Stopping when I realize I dropped my flashlight.

“It’s broken.” Riddick says, him seeing what I was doing.

“Great. I was looking for something.” I say more to myself than him.

“I’ll never find it now.”

I blush when I feel his large hand wrap around my wrist. Him pulling me behind him as he walks back towards the others. Back towards the light. 

As soon as we reach the glow of the light both of us are still half covered in shadows Riddick’s touch leaves mine.

Him lifting a box in the air. It is clearly a first aid kit.

“Can you read minds?” I ask, taking it gently from him, a smirk dancing along his lips but quickly disappearing.

“We need to get going.”

“I’ll be ready in five.” I say, earning a slow nod. 

Slipping on his goggles he heads back towards the others, I right behind him.

After we get everything ready. Including me helping Jack with her problem we head towards the door ready to face the beasts outside. Riddick pushing it open the weird sounds of them filling the air.

“Are we actually going to do this?” Paris asks, holding the cutting torch up.

“Did you have any better plans?” I ask, ignoring the glares I get from the others.

“We stay together, we keep the light burning.” Carolyn says sternly.

“That’s all we gotta do to live through this thing.” She says looking around at all of us. Her leaving us to go get Johns.

I stand by the door, next to Riddick, anxiously ready to get off this planet.

I don’t bother saying anything hearing Johns talk just over our heads.

“You give him the cells and the ship and he’ll leave you all out there to die.” Johns says, making me clench my jaw.

Johns seemed like he was only looking out for himself.

“He’ll leave all of you.” He says.

Seeing Riddick’s jaw jump I look over at him, him looking dead ahead.

“And they call you the criminal.” I say, him not answering me.

“Just so we’re clear, if he doesn't make it I won’t be sad about it.” I say, hearing them come down the steps not caring if they heard me. The rest gather at the door of the ship.

“Here.” Johns says, handing me some of the glowing cord to wrap around me.

“I’m not putting that on me and being tied to you, no thanks.”

“Everyone needs to pull their weight.”

“And I will, I'll help drag the thing but I’m not being tied to anyone."

“Even if it was him?” He says, jerking his head towards Riddick.

“Knock it off. Just stay close to the sled.” She says, everyone shutting up when Riddick walks up to us handing me a giant glow stick.

Kinda confused. I take it from him and crack it, shaking it up making the bright neon green lighting up the space around me.

“Let's move.” He says 

I take a breath and get into position as we all take off jogging out into the darkness.

I try not to think about the sounds around me, just keep my eyes focused on Riddick. On the lights on his back. I kept telling myself follow that and you’ll be fine.

Just had to keep up.

It wasn’t long before the cutting torch used its last bit of fuel. The sounds of the wild animals around us grew louder, as the space around us grew darker.

“Stay close.” Imam says. Paris starts to get antsy. I look at him, looking around, Jack mimicking his panic.

“Just breathe, Jack.” I tell her, her looking at me.

We start walking again pulling the sled with us. My stomach drops when I hear something fall off it.

“Wait.” Jack says, taking the lights off her and starting to grab it.

“Don’t.” I say, going to stop her before it was too late.

In a blink, everything erupts into chaos. The sounds of creatures growing closer, as Johns starts shooting his gun blindly.

I go to get Jack back into the light when Johns spins towards me and fires, a strong rough hand pulling me out of the way before the bullet lands in my face.

I don’t get surprised when I feel myself pressed into a hard chest.

“Shh.” He whispers to me, bringing me to the ground as he squats.

I realize he’s just watching them, to see what’s going to happen. My muscles jerk wanting to get Jack but his hold on me keeps me from moving.

I feel the cool of a blade, him pressing it into his own cheek as he thinks, the back of the makeshift knife touching my neck. 

I watch as the whole thing we spent rigging up is ripped from the sled, the glowing blue lights going out.

The only light around me is the green glow stick I tied around my neck with some string and the lights on Riddick’s back.

It didn’t take a genius to realize we were in a bubble of light the others now didn’t have.

I jump as a flash of flames a few feet away goes off, Paris blowing on a lighter, showing at least twenty creatures around him. As soon as the light is gone you hear the whaling of them along with his screams.

With the distraction I watch Carolyn light a flare, the green light brightening the darkness as she lights the few molotovs we have.

I stand up with Riddick, walking over to the group slowly.

“Well it’s good to see you're okay.” Johns says, looking at him.

I rush over to Jack and check on her, her looking up at me with fear. I hug her tightly and kiss her head.

I watch Riddick look out in the distance, where Paris was last seen.

“Do I even wanna know?” Carolyn asks, standing behind him.

“I don’t.” I mumble, holding onto Jack rubbing her arm.

Riddick looks at me then jerks his head to start walking.

I do as he commands us walking after him, us holding bottles of fire.

“Are we getting close?” Jack asks.

“Can we pick up the pace?” Carolyn calls out to Riddick ahead of us.

Johns gets mad as he throws down the strap he was using to pull the sled.

Not wanting to start yelling at him, I speed walk up to Riddick catching up with him.

“They want to go faster.” I say softly to him.

Him grunting in recognition he heard me.

“You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” Johns asks, walking up to us, standing there.

“We crossed our own tracks.” Carolyn says, making me roll my eyes. Of course we didn't take that long to walk here in the day.

“Why have we circled? Are we lost?” Imam asks.

“Listen.” Riddick says softly.

I do just that, the faint roar of bodies and creatures around us, and even more in our path.

“Canyon ahead. I circled once to buy some time to think.” Riddick says calmly.

“I think we should go now.” Imam

“Oh I don’t know about that.” Riddick says, smirking, cocking his head to the side.

I clench my jaw, catching why he was being sarcastic now. We wouldn’t make it across the Canyon.

“That’s death row up there.” He says speaking my thoughts.

Without thinking I moved closer to him. Needing whatever power that radiated off him to soak into me.

I was brave, or rather stupid enough to get myself into danger but I wasn’t smart enough or rather had the gift of darkvision to get myself out of this mess.

“Especially with the girl bleeding.” He says, making my gut drop.

“Crap.” I say, softly to myself. Johns looking at me, fury lighting up in him.

“Where?” He snaps at me, making my own fury go through me.

“Not her.” Riddick says, calmly getting Johns attention.

“Her.” He says looking at Jack.

Everyone turns to look at Jack, her looking around scared and alone. I quickly move over to her, everyone having a light bulb moment.

I’m stopped by a tight grip.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Johns and Carlyn say in different voices to different people.

Her to Jack comforting her as Jack sinks to the ground.

Johns to me, glaring at me like everything that happened was my fault.

“Did the same thing at her age. It’s not easy being a girl on the streets.” I say glaring up at him.

He yells and jerks away from me storming as far off as he safely could.

“They’ve been nose opened for her since we left.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, they go off blood.”

“Of course they do.” I mumble to myself moving to roll my trying to hold back the part of me that wanted to snap and do anything it took to get out of here alive.

That part of me held down by protecting Jack but she was currently with Carolyn and the presence of Riddick seemed to make the part of me want to unfurl and bloom.

“Look, this is not gonna work.” Carolyn says standing up.

“We’re gonna have to go back.” She says, making me turn to look at her in shock.

“What’d you say?” Johns says.

“You're the one that got us out here in the first place.” He says pointing at her.

I watch them once again turn on each other, I can’t help but wrinkle my brow and cock my head to the side wondering when did people get so weak minded.

It made sense to stick together, keep moving. Do something.

With that thought in mind I turn around, seeing Riddick slowly walking to the ridge of the cannon I go up to stand next to him. Him turning to look at me.

“They're all losing it.”

“Not you?” He asks, softly. His low rumbling voice settled me in a way I needed.

“Not yet.”

He smirks looking down at me. He reaches to pick up my glow stick and look at it.

“Should keep you safe till we get to the ship.”

“We?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

He smirks once again and starts to walk.

I wait for a moment to follow, falling between him and the group.

When Johns joined Riddick I knew something was up. I was just outta ear, shot but close enough to catch a few words.

Sacrifice was the word I picked up on, that and when Riddick turned to look at us, his eyes met mine.

Something in them puts my body on alert. Told me to slow down, wait for him. So I did. I slowed my pace a few steps.

When I watched the green flare fly out of John's hands and a shot pop off I knew what was about to happen.

Despite the warning and the yelling of the others behind me, I race forward. I suddenly worried for Riddick so strongly I had to make sure he was alright.

I skid to a stop to watch the two men trying to kill each other. I get there just in time to see Riddick slice Johns’ back open, him falling to the ground groaning.

“You should’ve never taken the chains off Johns.” Riddick yells standing up, just as the flare gose out.

I was thankful for the light around my neck, the sounds of monsters hissing around me, them to dstreacted by the blood to really notice me.

“You were Billy Bad-Ass.” Riddick says from the darkness.

“The chains. The gauge. The badge.” He draws out as Johns stands up him trying to see with the light on the end of his gun.

“I told you to ghost me.” Riddick whispers taunting him.

I swallow the shiver of that act. It's like watching a cat play with a mouse. Johns was done for he just didn’t know it yet.

I jump but don’t scream when I’m spun around by strong arms and pinned to a rock behind me.

The crunching sound of bones behind me is forgotten as I feel the heat and hardness of Riddick being pressed into me.

“Did you enjoy watching?” He asks, his breath fanning my ear.

“Let’s find the others.” I pant out, knowing this wasn’t the time or place despite the want.

He hums but pulls away from me and starts to walk into the darkness. I stick close by keeping up with him, us finding the group quickly them barely moving,

Carolyn screams when she spins to face Riddick standing there.

“Back to the ship huh?” He asks, smiling.

“Just huddle together until the light burns out.”

“Get away from us.” She says backing up, I watch her eyes jump to me then back.

I couldn’t tell if she was scared of me or if she wanted me to come with her.

“Till you can’t see what’s eating you. That the big plan?” He asks them.

“Where's Johns?” Imam asks.

“Which half?” He asks, smirking, the rest of them gasping in shock.

“WHere gonna lose everyone out here.” Jack says.

“Not if we leave. Now before we run out of light.” 

“We should have stayed at that ship.” Jack says tuning to look back the direction we came.

“He died fast.” Riddick says, walking past them.

“If we have any choice about it, that's the way we should all go out.” He says stopping to stand next to Jack.

Since I was following him I saw the tears in her eyes.

“Don’t you cry for Johns, don’t you dare.” Riddick says walking past her.

“How are we going to make it?” Jack asks, whimpering up at me.

“We are going to listen to Riddick, we are going to make it to that ship and I’ll find you someplace safe.” I say smiling at her.

She nods hugging me as we start to follow once again.

“Why do you trust him?” Carolyn asks, walking next to me.

“I’m good at reading people. He won’t kill us. We’re not a threat to him.” I say honestly, they look around scared every time something makes a noise.

I keep my eyes ahead focusing on walking.

“He killed Johns.” She says in a way I can’t tell if its a question or a statement, so I shrug hoping that gives her my answer.

“Can you talk to him?”

“About what?” I ask, looking at her.

“I…I don’t know. He’s…”

“Scary?” I offer her a suggestion.

“He doesn't scare you?”

“No.” I say leaving it at that. Quite the opposite I keep thinking about everything but being scared of him. Well maybe I was a little but not in the way everyone else was. My fear stimmed more from if I could survive a night with him.

Riddick was not a beast I was trying to tame. Oh no I knew if we made it off this rock and if something did happen between me and Riddick. I would never be able to turn back.

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The pet names... I love all the pet names!

Honey | Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: A party is supposed to be the time of your life, but this party quickly turns into a nightmare. You called your Dad’s best friend Joel Miller. He comes to your rescue, and he is not too happy with your boyfriend…

Paring: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Tags: dbf! Joel Miller, protective Joel Miller (he would literally burn the world and not let a flame touch you), you have an asshole boyfriend (OC bf: Henry, OC best friend: Maya), age gap (you’re 21, Joel is 35), no outbreak au, hurt/ comfort, no smut in this part but part 2 will, just fluff, Joel Miller is a softie, Joel is a GENTLEMAN

Warnings: SA attempt- not by Joel (it’s very brief. I won’t get into too much detail), and vomiting. If any of this triggers you in any way, please don’t read!

A/n: Hello beautiful people!! Ahhhhh!! I’ve been wanting to do a dbf! Joel Miller fic for so long, and I’m so excited to write this! I will separate this story into 2 parts. Maybe I will add more, we shall see. Here is part 1. I hope y’all enjoy! <3

Pt. 1

Pt. 2: (in progress)

Masterlist

“You remembered,” you said. Joel tilts his head.

“With what?”

“You remembered I liked honey in my tea,” you said with a soft smile. Joel smiles back.

“Of course I remembered. I remember everything.”

College is all about discovering who are, learning new subjects, trying drugs and alcohol, and being wild and free, right?

You go to a university near your hometown, and you love it. It was a party school and parties were thrown left and right, and you don’t even need to be invited. You absolutely loved it. As you were a teenager, you didn’t have much experience with alcohol, drugs, parties, and even sex. You have very strict parents. They wouldn’t even let you have a sleepover. So college was the perfect opportunity for you to do all the things you missed as a teenager.

You went to a bunch of parties and met a lot of people. You even met your first-ever boyfriend, Henry. He was very much a playboy, but you felt like he was different with you. You were so wrong…

You both have been dating for just a few months. Your parents met him, and even your Dad’s best friend Joel Miller met him too. You might as well make him part of the family now.

Henry got invited to one of the biggest parties that was being thrown at your college. It was an end-of-the-year type of party, and Henry of course invited you along.

The party was on a Friday night at a frat house, and there were so many lights and music blaring through the speakers. You and Henry entered inside, and you saw him dab up some of his buddies. You stand there awkwardly. Without any warning, Henry then yanks your hand to come closer to him and his friends.

“So this is my girl. Babe, meet the boys,” Henry said.

His friends look at you up and down like you’re a piece of meat and one of them even whistles at you.

“Damn, so she is real,” one of his friends sneers.

Henry playfully punches his shoulder.

“Yeah she is, and she’s sexy,” Henry bragged.

You felt disgusted. You didn’t even feel valued or even flattered. You did not feel like a girlfriend. You just felt like a trophy that is being shown off to a bunch of assholes.

“She is hot. You did good bro,” his other friend chimed in.

You internally rolled your eyes, and you immediately needed a drink. Henry can be so sweet and kind to you, but then there are times when he’s like… well this.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you said to Henry. You started to walk away from him and his friends.

“Alright, go get me one!” Henry yelled back.

You give him a quick nod and walk to the drink station. As you were making yourself a drink, a girl gives you a big hug almost making you spill your drink everywhere. It was your best friend, Maya.

“Hey girl!! You’re here!!” Maya squealed while hugging you tightly. You laughed and hugged her back.

“Oh my God! I didn’t know you were coming to this party.”

“Of course I’m gonna be here. I’m here to get fucked up,” Maya laughed. You laughed too.

“Who are you with?” Maya asked.

“Oh, just my boyfriend. You?”

“My boyfriend too, also some of my friends. We’ll actually be by the pool outside. We’re gonna… you know,” Maya then makes a smoking signal with her hand referring to weed.

You chuckle and nod your head, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Maya gives you one last hug and starts to leave you.

“Well, I’ll be outside. See you around!”

Maya skips away, and you smile at her. You finish making your drink and start heading back to Henry. Henry doesn’t even hesitate to take your drink and chug it down tossing the empty cup to the side.

Shit. You realized you forgot to make him a drink, and he was thinking your drink was his.

“Where the fuck were you? You took forever I was finally growing a beard,” Henry teased.

You weren’t even that amused by him. He’s just rude, especially when intoxicated. You were still not over how he let his friends treat you that way. You honestly would rather hang with Maya than with him, but you hope for the night to go better.

“Sorry, I was talking to Maya,” you replied.

Henry looks at you with a puzzled face.

“Who the fuck is Maya?” he asked.

Now you’re really annoyed. Maya is your best friend, and you’ve told him about her so many times. He’s even met her, yet he still can’t remember anything you tell him.

“My best friend…” you said with a tint of annoyance behind your voice.

“Ohhhh right right,” Henry said while slapping his forehead. Henry then takes a vodka bottle and hands it to you.

“Here drink,” Henry said. You take a swig of the vodka bottle, and you gag.

“Fuck, I forgot how nasty vodka is,” you said. Henry laughed.

“Now let’s have some fun babe,” Henry said while grabbing your hand and leading you to the dance floor.

The night goes on, and the party does not seem to die whatsoever. Maya did leave eventually, and now it’s just you and Henry. You and Henry are absolutely drunk and wasted. You both have been dancing, playing beer pong, and even at one point you both jumped in the pool. You forgot that you were even annoyed with Henry. You were having so much fun.

Your memory is now becoming bits and pieces. You were so drunk, you didn’t even know where you were, but you somehow ended up in someone’s room and Henry was with you. You were both making out on the bed.

You never had sex before. You’ve done oral sex, and you’ve received oral sex. And you’ve been fingered, all by Henry, but you’ve never done the real deal. However, tonight feels like it’s leading up to it.

Henry is on top of you kissing you and your body. He started to take off your clothes, and he was so rough with it that he ripped a fabric on your top. He then starts taking off his shirt. He holds you down roughly and hard. Your shoulder started to hurt because of how hard he was holding you.

You were drunk, and it was hard for you to piece everything together. But you were able to realize what was going on. You didn’t want your first time to be like this. You didn’t want this at all. You begin to push Henry away from you.

“H-Hen… stop,” you mumbled. You kept trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. You were incapable of pushing him away. Henry continues kissing you and slurs his words.

“Come on baby… I know you want this,” Henry slurred. You try pushing him away again. Nothing. He kept kissing you and touching you.

“P-please stop,” you said again except this time your voice was a little louder. Henry pretended to not hear you and kept kissing you. He started to unbuckle his pants which made you snap. You pushed him with all your might, and he fell backward.

“I said stop!!” you yelled and curled up into a ball covering yourself feeling small and vulnerable. Henry pulls up his pants, clearly angry at you.

“What the fuck!!” Henry yelled furiously. You started to scramble looking for your clothes and quickly putting them on. Henry walks towards you, and you immediately back away from him.

“G-get the fuck away from me!” you yelled and before you can even hear Henry’s reaction, you were already running down the stairs and going outside to the front yard. You were holding back tears still trying to process what just happened.

You took out your phone and looked through your contacts. You were thinking of calling your parents to come pick you up, but you couldn’t. Your parents would kill you if they even found out you were drinking and partying.

Say bye-bye to university, and say hello to community college while living with your parents. You kept looking through your contacts, and you couldn’t call anyone. All your high school friends are in different colleges, and your other family members don’t live in your town.

Then you thought of Maya. You clicked on her contact picture, and your phone barely even rang. It just went straight to voicemail. You tried calling again, and it was the same thing. It went straight to voicemail.

Shit, her phone must have died. You wanted to cry now that you have no one to contact. You look through your contacts again, and you see his name. Joel Miller.

Joel Miller, your Dad’s best friend. You’ve always had a little crush on him since you were 18. You always texted your friends that the Joel Miller was at your house hanging with your dad. He always gave you butterflies. He didn’t even have to say anything. He could just look at you with his deep brown eyes and your stomach would flutter.

His broad shoulders, scruffy beard, big hands, his rough voice, his muscles, his natural musk, everything about this man made you feel things you never felt before.

You wish he would want you in that way, but you were probably too young in his eyes, and on top of that, he’s your dad’s best friend. It could never happen. It’s absolutely forbidden. It was just a harmless crush, so what’s wrong with that?

But he was always kind to you. He was always there to give you advice. He always listens and never invalidates you. He understands you. You love your parents with all your heart, but you feel like they don’t get you. But Joel does.

And he’s funny. His jokes are always corny, but you can’t help to always laugh. You both had stupid inside jokes with each other. You both had a bond that felt like it could never break, but when you met Henry, you and Joel’s relationship started to fade. You didn’t talk to him much, and you didn’t see him that much either. This may also be because you never visit home. You wanted to be free and do all the things you were never allowed to do, but tonight made you realize you should go home more often.

You look at Joel’s contact longingly and you finally click his contact. He was the only one nearby that you knew since your university was close to your hometown. You crossed your fingers that he would answer. You were scared he wouldn’t pick up. It was close to three in the morning, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. Your phone kept ringing, and finally, it stopped.

“Hello?” Joel asked in a groggy voice. He clearly was waking up from his sleep, which made you feel bad, but you needed him.

“J-Joel?” you said with some distress in your voice.

Joel sits up and his voice quickly becomes concerned.

“What happened?”

Now he’s awake. You tried to hold back tears as you tried explaining to Joel what happened.

“I- I was at a party w-with my boyfriend and he…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. You started to cry softly.

“Did he hurt you?” Joel asked. This time his voice became gruff. It was almost unrecognizable. Joel was always a calm man, but this time it was different.

“Can you please just pick me up?” you whimpered as tears fell down your face. You couldn’t even answer Joel’s question. You just wanted to leave this party.

On the other end of the line, you can hear Joel standing up, and grabbing his keys.

“I’m on my way. Send me the address.”

Your fingers were shaky as you typed the address to Joel. You can hear Joel start his truck.

“Do you have a friend at the party that you can stay with in the meantime?”

“N-no she left already,” you said while choking on your tears.

“Okay, just stay put. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Okay?” Joel said. His voice was gentle and reassuring. He’s going to pick you up, and it’s going to be okay.

“O-okay.”

You hang up the phone and sit on the ground hugging onto your knees. You felt so cold and dirty. You cried even harder as you waited for Joel.

~~

It wasn’t even 15 minutes, and Joel was already pulling up with his truck. He must have been speeding to get here that fast. You stood up at the sight of his truck. Joel stops the truck and gets out immediately walking towards you. There was concern and worry written all over his face.

Joel studies your face and looks all over your body as if he was searching for any injuries you may have.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Joel asked frantically. He touches your face softly, and before you can even answer him, his eyes travel to your shoulder. He freezes. He sees the fabric of your top torn. He looks at you then back at your shoulder. He takes his hand and unfolds the ripped part of your top. He sees the bruise that was forming on your shoulder. Joel looks at you again. His eyes weren’t soft anymore. They were filled with rage.

“Did he hurt you?” Joel asked coldly. You stuttered. You didn’t want this to be a bigger issue. You just wanted to go home.

“Joel I- it’s nothing I swear,” you replied.

Joel ignored you. He knew Henry hurt you, and he was furious. He never liked Henry from the very beginning. He always knew he was a douchebag.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

In the blink of an eye, Joel was already heading towards the frat house. He was gonna find him, and he was gonna make him regret for ever laying a finger on you. Joel saw pure red.

You immediately grabbed his arm trying to hold him back. You then hold onto the front of his shirt with your hands. Joel didn’t look at you. He only looked at the house with the only intention to go in there and beat the shit out of Henry.

“Joel please don’t. H-he’s not worth it, please. I- I just want to go home, p-please,” you begged as your voice cracked and tears ran down your cheeks.

Joel then looks at you and the rage behind his eyes vanishes. His eyes softened at the sight of you. You were so broken and scared, and he just wanted to keep you safe and make you feel safe. He would never want to upset you more. He wanted to kill Henry. That didn’t change, but you didn’t need that right now. You needed someone by your side, and he was going to do that for you.

You kept begging Joel to not do anything, and he eventually calmed you down by surrendering all of his anger. He nods his head and holds onto your hands that were grabbing his shirt.

“Okay… okay,” Joel softly said. You sighed in relief.

“Thank you…” you whispered. Joel looks at you with the most gentle eyes while holding your hands.

“You want me to take you to your parents?”

You immediately panic at the idea of being at your parents. They would kill you if they ever found out about any of this.

“No, no, please. Not my parents,” you said quickly.

You were thinking of him just dropping you off at your dorm, but you didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight.

“You want to stay at my place?” Joel asked.

The amount of relief you felt that he suggested that. You would love that. To be with him, to feel safe.

You nod your head, and with that, Joel gives you a soft "okay" and wipes your excess tears with his thumb. His gentle touch made you melt. You never wanted him to stop touching you.

Joel then grabs one of your hands and walks towards his truck. His hand was so much bigger than yours, and it made your stomach flutter.

Joel opens the passenger door and leads you inside. He takes off his jacket and puts it over you. It smells just like him. It made you feel so safe. Joel then puts on your seatbelt and closes the door. He walked to the other side getting on his seat and was about to start the truck, but he hesitated. He still wanted to go inside and punch Henry right in the face. You notice his hesitation, troubled face, and the way he was gripping the wheel tightly. You knew he wanted to fight Henry. He didn’t even have to say anything.

"...Joel?"

You put your hand on his arm to break him out of this trance and reassure him, and he immediately looks at you. All the features on his face soften. You both said nothing to each other. There was no need for words. Joel sees you, and you’re safe. He wants to keep it that way, so he breaks eye contact as you let go of his arm. He starts the truck and drives away from that nightmarish party.

Joel drove, and the both of you were silent. You didn’t say a word and neither did he. Joel was itching to know what happened to you, but he knew it was bad. He didn’t want to push you to say anything that you’re not comfortable with. He kept his hands on the wheel and occasionally would look at you just to make sure you were there. He felt silly that he would even think you would disappear from him, but he physically needed to make sure you were there, safe.

You stopped crying, and you felt the dried tears crusting all over your cheeks. You kept your face forward not looking at Joel. You did feel him look at you from time to time, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to look at him right now.

Finally, Joel pulls up to his driveway. His house was the same as always. He still had flowers in his front yard, which you always teased him about, but he takes very good care of them by the looks of it. You saw the same two plastic flamingo statues in his front yard. Sarah, his daughter, picked them out and added her own designs onto them which included stickers and glitter. You find it very wholesome that Joel never took the flamingos down.

Sarah was only 7 now. Joel and his ex-girlfriend had an unexpected pregnancy hence Sarah was born. They broke up and never got married, but they made a mutual agreement to co-parent. Sarah will stay at Joel’s for a couple of weeks then she will stay at her Mom’s for a couple of weeks.

It always crushes Joel when she has to go. Sarah is his whole world, and he is such a good Dad. You saw how good of a Dad he is.

Joel stops the truck and the both of you get out. Joel gets out his keys and unlocks his front door.

“Is Sarah here?” you asked meekly.

“No, no she’s not here. She’s with her Mom right now,” Joel replied. You nod your head. Joel leads you inside into the living room letting you sit down on the couch.

The inside of his house was the same. Nothing has changed. It was so manly, yet it was sprinkled with girly stuff all around because of Sarah.

“I’m gonna make you some tea, okay?” Joel said.

And before he could leave, your stomach dropped at the idea of being alone. You didn’t want to be alone, not now. You instantly held his arm.

“W-Will you be back?”

Joel noticed your panic and bent down at your level.

“Of course I’ll be back. I’ll be right over there, okay?” Joel reassured you with a soft smile. You nod your head, and he leaves the living room going into the kitchen to make tea.

You sat on the couch waiting for him. You slowly started to feel anxious being alone, but then you would hear a little noise in the kitchen which gave you comfort that he was still here. He never left you, and it’s going to be okay. You look around the living room trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. You look at the pictures around you. Some had just Joel and Tommy, his brother, being goofy with each other. There were also some with Joel and your Dad. There were others with just Joel and Sarah. There was one picture in particular of Sarah sitting on his shoulders with the biggest smile on her face, and Joel’s smile was even bigger. It made you smile. It was so sweet seeing this. Joel and Sarah against the world.

You picked up the picture taking a closer look. You looked at the picture longingly, and you got interrupted by the sound of Joel's footsteps. You looked up, and Joel was there with your tea in his hand. Your cheeks flushed feeling flustered, and you immediately put the picture down.

“Sorry,” you said.

“No, it’s okay honey. You know, Sarah kept begging me to get on my shoulders. I kept saying no, but I learned that day, I can never say no to that face,” Joel chuckled. You chuckled as well. You can perfectly envision it. Seeing Sarah begging for something, and Joel eventually giving in after saying no multiple times.

“Well, it made a good picture.”

“Yeah it sure did,” Joel said while sitting down on the couch. You sit down next to him, and he gives you your tea.

“Thank you,” you said as you take your tea.

“Of course darlin’,” Joel replied.

You blew on the top of your tea and took a sip. You recognized there was honey in it as there was a kick of sweetness. You loved honey in your tea. He remembered. He remembered you liked honey in your tea.

You look at Joel, and he is already looking at you finding approval if you liked the tea or not.

“You remembered,” you said. Joel tilts his head.

“With what?”

“You remembered I liked honey in my tea,” you said with a soft smile. Joel smiles back.

“Of course I remembered. I remember everything.”

You look at him in awe. This man cannot be more perfect. Henry couldn’t even remember your best friend, but Joel remembered you liked honey in your tea. It made your heart flutter, and your cheeks become warm. You eventually broke eye contact and kept drinking your tea.

“So, I don’t see you much anymore,” Joel said breaking the silence.

You felt him looking at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You kept looking at your tea almost feeling a little ashamed you don’t visit home often.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I know I should be visiting home more often,” you replied.

“No, it’s okay. I mean you’re an adult. You should be able to make your own decisions, but… it would be nice to see you more often.”

You look up at him and give him a playful smirk, “Do you miss me?”

Joel chuckles as if that was a foolish question.

“Of course I missed you.”

His face became serious. He means it. He misses you so much. After your freshman year of college, you stopped going home. He understood that you’re probably having fun in college with friends and with boys, but he wanted to see you so bad. He would often visit your Dad not even to see him, but to see if you visited home. Each time, it was a disappointment.

“Well, I’ll visit more often,” you said.

Joel gives you a smile.

“Good.”

You kept sipping on your tea, and it was a comfortable silence between you two.

“Are you okay honey? After… tonight?” Joel asked.

You freeze and become tense. You grip harder onto your tea. You wished this never happened at the party. It happened so fast, you’re still trying to process everything. You felt so naive and stupid.

“I… I don’t know. Henry’s a dick.”

“Yeah, he is. And if I ever see him, I’ll beat his ass,” Joel said. You give a humorless laugh. It was supposed to be a joke, but Joel was also very serious.

“I know you will.” You take another sip of your tea, and Joel puts his hand on your unharmed shoulder.

“Look, I don’t know what happened tonight, and I’m not gonna force you to say anything. But I’m here for you always, and you’re safe. I would never do anything to hurt you or make you afraid, okay? I’ll always be here if you need to talk.”

Tears started to build up in your eyes. Joel cared for you so much, and you knew he would never hurt you like the way Henry did. You start to cry, and Joel without hesitation puts your tea to the side and puts you on his lap.

“Oh honey, c’mere. C’mere. It’s okay. You’re okay,” Joel mumbled into your hair.

You sit in his lap crying onto his chest. Joel rubs his fingers through your hair so tenderly. He whispered comforting words to you over and over again. You felt so safe, so protected. Nothing can harm you now being with him.

Joel continues holding you. You both sit that way for a few minutes, but your stomach starts to turn. You felt nauseated as you felt your body slowly start rejecting the alcohol in your stomach.

“Joel I’m gonna throw up.”

Before Joel could say anything, you got off his lap and ran to the nearest bathroom. You opened the toilet and vomit immediately escaped your mouth. You kept throwing up, and you eventually felt Joel by your side. He held up your hair and rubbed your back.

Between throwing up, you kept apologizing. You felt embarrassed being this vulnerable with Joel, but Joel was so gentle with you.

“I’m so s-sorry Joel,” you sobbed.

“Shhh, don’t apologize honey. Just let it out.”

You throw up more, and Joel continues rubbing your back and holding up your hair.

“Attagirl, let it out.”

This went on for a few minutes, and you felt so much better. You caught up with your breath and leaned against the wall. Joel gets a towel and runs it in water. He tilts your chin up so that you’re looking at him.

“Look at me.”

Your stomach did a whole backflip as he said this to you. He takes the wet towel and starts wiping the excess throw up on your lips and your chin. His touch was so gentle and precise as he wiped away the remainder of your throw up. You felt your cheeks become warm as you felt embarrassed again.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled.

“Honey, stop apologizing.”

You nod your head, and Joel finishes cleaning you. He observes your face.

“Hm, we should get your makeup off,” Joel suggested.

You don’t even know what your makeup looks like. It probably looked horrendous. Your cheeks became warm again.

“Follow me,” Joel said. The both of you get off the floor, and you flush the toilet. Joel led you to the master bathroom, and he started searching for something in his cabinets. He finally stops and pulls out makeup wipes. You looked at him confused because why would he out of all people have makeup wipes.

“Makeup wipes?” you asked curiously.

Joel chuckles. “It’s Sarah’s. She likes it when I do her makeup and sometimes she likes doing mine.”

You giggle softly. You found that very cute that he does her makeup, and that he allowed her to do his for fun.

Joel pulls out a makeup wipe and gently wipes the messy makeup off your face. He wasn’t aggressive or rough when wiping away your makeup. You just look at him unable to really say anything. He was so kind.

“There. All done.”

You felt so much fresher now that your makeup was off thanks to Joel.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Of course darlin’. You want uh… to change clothes?” Joel asked with a bit of hesitation in his voice.

You nod your head yes. Joel heads to his closet and pulls out one of his shirts and sweatpants. He then hands them to you.

“They might be a little too big, but it should work for tonight.”

“Thank you, Joel,” you respond with a smile.

Joel smiles back, “Of course honey. I’ll be downstairs on the couch.”

You hear Joel’s heavy footsteps walk down the stairs. You take off your ruined clothes and slip on his shirt and sweatpants. It looked huge on you. His clothes smelled just like him, and it was comforting.

You walk down the stairs meeting Joel on the couch. Joel looks at you and his eyes widen slightly. He clears his throat as he sees you. Secretly, he liked seeing you in his clothes.

You sit next to Joel on the couch. You wanted to get your mind off of everything that happened tonight. A movie would be a perfect solution for that.

“Can we watch a movie?” you asked.

Joel clears his throat again, “Yeah, yeah. What do you want to watch?”

“Jurassic Park.”

Joel smiles. “Ah, that’s a classic.”

“It’s a great movie,” you replied.

Joel turns on the TV and searches for Jurassic Park. It was on none of his streaming services, so he rented it for 4 dollars. You and Joel only sat next to each other. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t cuddle with him. You kept your distance and so did he.

As the movie kept playing, your eyes became extremely heavy, and you started to fall asleep. You didn’t realize, but you leaned closer to Joel and your head was on his shoulder. You fell asleep not even halfway through the movie. It was like your body and mind telling you that you were safe. No one is going to hurt you, and it’s safe to sleep. Joel is safe. Safe.

Joel noticed you slumped over on his shoulder. He didn’t dare to move. He found it endearing watching you sleep on his shoulder. He wasn't even watching the movie anymore.

The movie ends, and Joel turns off the TV. He carefully gets up and picks you up in his big arms. You groaned as he moved you into his arms, but you were fast asleep. Joel walks upstairs and goes straight to his bedroom. He gently sets you down on his bed and puts you under the covers. He wanted you to be comfy in his bed while he slept downstairs on the couch.

Joel tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and as he pulls away from you, you subconsciously reach for him. Even though you were asleep, it felt so empty without him being there. You whimpered and desperately searched for him in your sleep. You felt his arm, and you put his arm near your chest holding it like you were holding a stuffed animal. You stopped whimpering, and you felt safe again in your sleep.

Joel sighed. He didn’t want to leave you alone. You clearly didn’t want to be alone, so Joel decided to stay with you. He pulls himself into the covers with you, and he holds you from behind. You fit like a glove in his arms.

This felt so intimate for Joel. It almost scared him. He never wanted to be intimate with anyone after his ex, but he can’t help it for you. You were perfect. So perfect. What were these feelings he was feeling? You were like a delicate flower, and he didn’t want to wilt or crush you. He can’t feel this way, not with you. You’re his best friend’s daughter. It's wrong. So wrong, but Joel feels so warm and light when he’s with you. He never felt this before, but he brushed his thoughts to the side and pulled you in closer. This will be tomorrow’s problem, but now, he’s going to give you the support and comfort you need even in your sleep.

And the both of you fall into a deep, deep sleep.

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Thank you all for reading!!! I hope y'all enjoyed! Stay tuned for part 2... it's gonna get spicy ;)

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Snow In The Dark Masterlist

Here is a masterlist of all the parts of Snow in The Dark so yall can find everything.

I'm shocked I had as many parts as I do.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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Looks Clear

This is part 8 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow along with the others decied the best way to make it off the planet alive.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language.

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Part 1 Part 7

Knowing that light hurts the beasts trying to hurt us, everyone quickly takes inventory of everything that makes light.

Despite how bad it looked or not caring how it looked I stuck close to Riddick. He kept me alive more than once today.

Plus I felt calmer around him. More myself. More in control. Something about being next to a man you knew could handle anything that got thrown at him.

So I stood next to him as I stood around the burning cutting torch trying to figure out a plan.

“So we got one cutting torch, we got two hand lights. There’s gotta be something we can rip out of the crash ship.”

“Spirts.” Paris says leaning forward to fan himself.

I was humid and stuffy in this room but it was better than being eaten alive.

“Anything over 45 proof burns rather well.”

“Mmm molotovs my favorite.” I say earning a snort from Jack.

I wink at her and smile. 

“Look, it's better than nothing.” Johns says, glaring at me.

“It was a joke.” I say, lifting my hands up.

I don’t even react as I feel the warm body heat behind me. Johns eyes bouncing to the figure behind me told me who it was.

I don’t know what I did to have the killer of the group be my bodyguard but I would take it. 

“How many bottles you got?” Carolyn asks, getting us in order once again.

“I don’t know, maybe ten.”

“Okay.” She says, nodding and looking over at Johns.

“Johns you got some flares.”

“So, maybe we got enough light.” She says, nodding.

“Enough for fucking what?” Johns asks.

“How thick are you? Do you wanna tell him or should I?” I ask, looking at Johns then Carolyn.

She holds her hand up as to tell me to shut up or she has this.

“We stick to the plan. We get the four cells back to the skiff, we’re off this rock.” 

“Look I hate to ruin a beautiful theory with an ugly fact.” Paris says standing up.

“But that sand cat is solar. It won't run at night.” He says walking over to Carolyn.

“So we carry the cells. We drag them whatever it takes.”

“You mean tonight with all those things out there?” Jack asks, holding onto her legs rocking back and forth. She was scared but doing a great job of holding it in.

I move to sit next to her wrapping my arms around her.

“It’s better to go now then wait them out. We don’t know how long the eclipse is going to last.” I say gently rubbing her back.

“Alright, how long can this thing last?” Johns asks, making me bite my tongue from starting something with him. That wouldn’t help us survive.

“A few hours? A day tops?” He says, very matter of fact.

I clench my jaw ready to shut up but decide against it.

“Didn’t we have this conversation a few hours ago? These people wouldn’t have left everything they own or the ship for that matter if they only had to deal with these things for a few hours or a day tops.” I say spitting the last word.

“I had the impression from the model the two planets were moving as one and there would be a lasting darkness.” Imam says looking at Johns.

“Thank you.” I say, holding my hand out towards Imam.

“Maybe you can only understand men.” I say earning a glare but he doesn't respond to me.

“Mmm.. These suns gotta come up sometime. And if these creatures are phonic about light then we just sit tight and we let the sun come up.” He says, meeting my gaze, the look on his face like he figured it out.

“Okay, where is the water we are going to drink? Or food or oh yeah we’ll probably freeze because deserts get cold at night time and a few days without sun will most likely kill us. If the lack of water and food doesn't. That’s if I put up with you that long.” I say, clenching my jaw.

“Why you little-.” Johns says starting to stand up. 

“Okay enough.” Carolyn says stepping in the middle of the room blocking our line of sight from each other.

“I’m sure somebody else said the same thing, locked inside that coring room.” 

“We need to think about everybody now. Especially the kid.” He says pointing at all of us.

“How scared is this poor boy gonna be out there in the dark.”

“Oh don’t you bring him into this.” I say, clenching my jaw and standing up. 

 “Yeah, don't use him like that.” Carolyn says.

“Like what?” Johns asks, looking disgusted.

“As a smoke screen.” Carolyn says at the same time I speak.

“As a shield.” 

“You deal with your own fear.”

“Yeah it’s okay to be scared Johns.”

“Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth for two seconds and let me come up with a plan that dosn’t involve mass suicide.”

“You came up with one. It's sitting here waiting for the lights to go out so those things can eat us.” I say, the sounds of the creatures outside whaling making me take a breath.

Them clearly hearing us.

Breathing the breath out slowly I move to sit back next to Jack, wrapping my arm around her.

“I’m waiting.” Carolyn says, making me smirk.

I may have to change my mind about her after all.

“How much you weigh Johns?”

“What’s it matter Carolyn?” 

“How much?” She snaps back.

“Around seventy nine kilos.”

“Because you’re seventy nine kilos of gutless white meat.”

“And that’s why you can’t think of a better plan and you want to use Jack as an excuse.” I say joining in.

“Is that fucking right?” He says jumping up, snatching his gun out as he does. 

I don’t flinch.

I watch Riddick stand up stepping in front of him, blocking him from getting to any of us.

“Where are you going?” Johns asks, pressing the barrel of the gun into RIddick’s chin.

I have to stop myself from standing up. The anger I have towards Johns is starting to get to its boiling point. I wanted to hurt him but that would help any of us get out of this.

“This solves nothing.” Imam says, as if he was reading my thoughts.

I watch Riddick smirk, him lifting his goggles and looking over at Johns as the sound of tapping fills the air.

My eyes dropped to the sound seeing a homemade blade right on John’s crotch.

“Okay.” Johns says taking a step and sitting back down.

I couldn’t tell if he was smirking or giving him a fake smile. The look on Johns face creeping me out either way.

My head snaps to the right when Carolyn moves to crouch next to me and Jack.

“They’re afraid of our light. That means we don’t have to be so afraid of them.” She says calmly. Her eyes lifted up to meet mine.

I smile at her then down at Jack.

“You know I will make sure you are safe.” I say, rubbing her back. Jack nods, looking nervous but less scared.

“And you are sure you can get us there? Even in the dark?” Iman asks, looking over at us.

“No I can’t.” She says standing up.

“But he can.” She says looking over at Riddick.

I look up at him, his goggles still off him turning to look over his shoulder at her, the light hitting his face just right to show the silver shine in his eyes.

“That’s the smartest thing you said all day.” I say looking up at her.

She nods and bends down picking up the torch.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

Carolyn leads us back to the entrance of the ship. She uses the torch to shine under the ship in case there are any creatures hiding.

Sticking close together everyone starts to head out following her.

I’m stopped when a large hand grabs my wrist. Looking up over my shoulder I meet the face of Riddick.

Us being swallowed by darkness as the others leave out ahead of us.

“You know not everyone is gonna make it out of here.” He says, his low rubbing voice settling around me. It almost reminds me of the way a cat purrs. Something animal about it.

“Then let's make sure you, me, and Jack are on the list of the ones that do.”

“Is that all you care about?” He asks, sounding like a loaded question which I was trying not to read into.

“Honestly? Yes.”

He smirks, letting go of my wrist and heading towards the door. I stay close to him. The group of us stayed quiet as we walked outside up to the other side of the crashed ship.

“Riddick.” Carolyn whispers it is too risky for us to keep moving forward.

Riddick slides past me, his hand brushing my lower back as he does. I’m shocked by the shiver it shoots up my spine.

He walks to the front of the group, slipping his goggles up to look inside.

“Looks clear.” He calls back.

Johns pushes past me practically shoving me over as he sneaks up next to Riddick, gun in hand. Him having a light on the end of it.

I have to bite my lip to keep from snatching it out of his hand and beating him with it. Thoughts of stabbing him in his sleep enter my mind.

As soon as Johns light shines into the ship a monster comes jumping out towards them screeching.

Riddick drops to the ground, out of the way while Johns jumps to the right landing on his back.

The creature flies over our head away from the light. All of us ducking down. Jack’s grip on my hand tightening.

“You said"clear "." Johns says looking up at Riddick him slightly down a slope.

“I said it looks clear.” Riddick says back, making me smile at the sass.

“Well what’s it look like now?” He asks.

Riddick raises his head taking a quick glance before turning to look back shrugging.

“Looks clear.” He says, making me snort a giggle.

Everyone turned to look at me in a shocked horror.

“I’m sorry that wasn’t meant to be funny, I know.” I say, as Riddick and Johns get up.

Johns casually walked into the ship, everyone following behind. Jack rushed ahead to stay close to Carolyn’s light.

Riddick doesn't move until I reach his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I think the exhaustion is finally catching up to me.” I say, feeling heat rise up my cheeks.

Riddick doesn't answer him, lifting a hand to grab my chin. I don’t speak as he moves my head to the left and the right, most likely looking at the bruises there.

Taking a shaky breath I let it out as his touch fell from my face, my skin almost burning from where he touched it.

“I thought I smelt blood.” He says, I almost feel like more to himself than me. But he didn’t seem like the type to talk to himself.

“Is my lip bleeding?” I question reaching up to touch my lip.

“Must have been something else.” He says, turning towards the ship, the clicking sound of the creatures starting to grow louder.

“We need to leave.” He says.

I nod following him into the ship.

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Riddick Fic

Should I have smut in my Riddick fic? Also I plan on going through all the movies so should I get Riddick and Snow together in the first one or the second one? I fore sure have them planned to be a thing by the third and fourth. Let me know your thoughts please.

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Loud and Heavy

This is part 1 of my why choose Teen Wolf Fic.

Fic Summery: Harper McCall falls for both Stiles and Derek and has to choose one. Or dose she?

Part Summery: Harper goes with Stiles and Scott to find a body in the woods. What happens when she gets separated and bitten by something.

Warnings: None?

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I stood in my bedroom soft music playing from the computer as I tried to pick out what to wear tomorrow. It was the first day of school. The first day of the rest of my life. Both me and my brother Scott decided that we were going to be who we wanted to be in school this year.

He was going to play lacrosse and I was going to do well…something.

Problem with me: I had no idea who I wanted to be. No big dream I wanted to have in high school. This was my last year to live the high school dream but what even was that?

Be asked to prom? I don’t know, haha. Parties. I always wanted to be invited to one of the parties more for curious sake than hanging out with a bunch of drunk teenagers.

I guess me and Scott were different. Well I was. I wasn’t the girly girl, or the nerdy goth. Sweet and shy or bubbly and outgoing. No, I was always in the middle, always being pulled in two different directions.

So here I stood staring at my bed trying to decide what style I was going to wear. Who was I going to become?

Why was I worried about my clothes so much? Because I had to have something that told others who I was.

I was just as much in the middle on the outside I was on the inside.

Everything about me was average. Average height. 5’4, average weight at 170. I have brown eyes only a few shades lighter than my brothers. Brown medium length hair that has just enough body it wouldn't stay straight and not enough waves to hold a curl. Like I said I was average.

My thoughts were cut off by a strange sound coming from outside. Glancing out the window I didn't see anything making me leave to go find Scott.

I jumped, seeing him in the hallway holding a bat.

“Did you hear something outside?” Both of us ask at the same time, making me giggle and Scott look unamused.

“Let's go check it out. I'm right behind you.” I say, holding on to his hoodie.

He smiles and shakes his head at the thing I've done since we were toddlers and starts walking towards the front door and outside.

Rounding the corner of the house my heart nearly stops when someone hangs from the roof Scott yelling along with the culprit until we all realize it's Stiles.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Scott says, sounding annoyed as he puts his bat down.

“You weren't answering your phone. Why do you have a bat?” 

“I thought you were a predator.”

“A pre…what?” Stiles says, the look of confusion and shock on his face makes me giggle.

“Hey Harper.” He says smiling at me.

“Hi.” I say, tucking my hair behind my ear and smiling back.

I'm sure it was no surprise that I had a crush on my brother's best friend but it was kinda hard not to. He was funny and just the sweetest person.

“Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-- they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.”

“For what?” Both me and Scott say that at the same time but with opposite reactions.

Where Scott had a frown on his face I had a look of curiosity. I guess you could say I got my rambunctiousness from Stiles, us always getting into trouble together.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles says, the glee of mischievous clear in his eyes.

Stiles lifts himself untangling from the trellis and drops to his feet in front of us. 

“Like a dead body?” Scott asked, confused and horrified.

Stiles moves to lean on the railing of the porch looking at Scott like he's dump.

“No, a body of water.” He says, sarcastically, making me snort out a laugh which he smiles at making me look down to hide my blush.

“Yes, dumbass a dead body.” He says rolling his eyes and climbs over the railing to join us on the porch.

“Were they murdered?” I ask, the nosy side of me coming out.

“Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“That's horrible.” I say, frowning. 

“Hold on.” Scott says, both of us looking at him.

“If they found the body, then what are they looking for?”

Stiles practically grins, tickled with the drama of the night.

“That's the best part- They only found half.” He says, his face growing serious.

“We're going.”

“I'll grab my shoes.” I say turning towards the house.

“What? No you're not going and neither am I. I have tryouts tomorrow.” Scott says grabbing my arm to stop me.

“Oh come on Scott it's the last night of summer break let's do something fun.” I pout, sticking out my bottom lip.

“I got this. Go get your shoes.” Stiles says placing a hand on each of our shoulders.

“Thank you.” I say, moving back into the house.

I jog up the steps not worried about the noise. Mom was working tonight so there wasn't anymore in the house.

Ignoring the tightening of my asthmatic lungs I start to grab my shoes until I see myself in the mirror.

I was in pajamas. No makeup, not even a bra on.

Blushing, realizing Stiles saw me like that I quickly moved to my bed to fix the situation.

I grab the first thing my hand touches and get dressed. I didn't really care about the no makeup thing but I at least needed a bra on.

Pulling on my shoes I grab my inhaler and rush back downstairs seeing the boys getting in Stiles' jeep.

“Wait for me.” I call out to them, my lungs already bothering me.

“You okay?” Stiles asks, looking me up and down.

“Fine. Just outta shape.” I laugh climbing into the back of his jeep and taking a puff of my inhaler.

Getting inside Stiles starts the engine and away we go.

Pulling up outside of the beacon hills preserve Stiles stops the car tuning it off.

“Are we seriously doing this?” Scott asks, looking over at his best friend.

“Come on brother, live a little.” I say grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

“How many energy drinks did you have today?” He asks, looking back at me.

“Umm three why?” I ask, holding up three fingers.

“I told you I planned on pulling an all-nighter so I could work on my style.” I say, waving my hands down myself.

“I think you look great.” Stiles says, giving me a once over then turning back to my brother.

“Of course we are doing this. You're the one that's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” He says but I'm not really listening.

My heart flutters my cheeks hot as I look at what I'm wearing.

I was in jeans, a T-shirt and a flannel. My hair was in a messy bun. A few stray hairs fell around my face and I had on my glasses instead of my contacts.

I was definitely rocking the nerdy look at the moment but plus one for it if Stiles liked it.

“I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott says pulling me back to the convention.

“Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” Stiles says, almost rolling his eyes.

“No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.”

Stiles looks at Scott in disbelief then turns to look at me. Him asking if he's serious with his gaze.

I blush and shrug not knowing what to say 

“Hey, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” He says smacking Scott on the shoulder and turning to open the car door.

“We're going to get in so much trouble.” Scott says, looking at me.

“It'll be fun, come on.” I say, turning to hop out of the Jeep and head towards the woods.

We all three walked in silence for a little while. It was a clear night letting us see how to move through the woods without tripping over our own two feet.

“Just out of curiosity, what half of the body are we looking for?” Scott asks, mimicking Stiles' sarcastic tone from before.

“Huh? I didn’t even think about that.” Stiles says, glancing at me with a sheepish look on his face.

“And Uh…What if whoever killed the body is still out here.”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles says flat out embarrassed.

“You two are going to get me killed.” I say looking at them.

“Me? You were the one who wanted to live a little.” Scott says.

“Well yeah, but…” I trail off not having an answer. We were also starting to climb up a hill. No way would I be able to talk and climb at the same time.

“It’s comforting to know you planned this out with your unusual attention to detail.”

“I know.” Stiles says through labored breathing.

Reaching the top of the hill I bend over holding my knees, my ears ringing as if I've been holding my breath for too long.

I close my eyes not listening to the other two, just focusing on my breathing.

When I lift my head I’m alone. Looking around I see no flash light and I don’t hear anything other than my ragged breathing.

“Guys?” I question, walking forward to catch up with them.

“Scott? Stiles?” I call out my heart rate starting to pick up at the thought of being alone out here.

Hearing a snapping twig I turn to head towards the noise knowing they can’t be too far away from me.

Walking around a large tree I freeze when I see something glowing red in the distance.

Thinking it’s a police car I duck behind a tree not wanting to get in trouble. Stiles Dad would know I was out here with him if he caught me.

I blush at the thought of having to explain that to him.

Hearing rustling leaves I stay perfectly still scared of being found. When the sound stops I let go of the breath I was holding.

Peaking around the tree I see the same red glow yet it’s closer. Right in front of my face and its eyes. A pair of glowing red eyes are only inches from my face.

Them set into the face of a very large animal. I don’t get a chance to look at it before it lunges at me. 

I scream as it tears into my skin biting down hard into my shoulder. I try to pull away from it, hitting it as hard as I can.

It lets go and takes off running leaving me there. I jumped up and pushed myself in the opposite direction, scared that whatever it was would come back and finish the job.

I go as fast as I can ignoring my burning lungs scared the thing was right behind me. I don’t slow down even when it starts to rain.

Fear piping through me drives me forward. I don’t stop until I run out into the road the sound of screeching tires and a horn fills the air.

Headlights blinding me as a car stops inches from hitting me. I stand there shaking as the driver door opens and someone walks up to me.

“Are you okay?” Asks the man who got out.

He is taller than me, his broad shoulders making him seem a lot bigger than me as well.

“I…It..something is out there.” I say my eyes burning as tears start to run down my cheeks.

He doesn't say anything, his eyes jumping to my shoulder. I could feel the warm trail of blood running down my back. 

I let out a hiss when he lifts what’s left of my ripped flannel off my shoulder.

“What happened?” He asks, looking at me, his jaw clenched.

“I don’t know. Something bit me.” I sniffle out.

“Okay. Come one I’ll give you a ride home.” He says, wrapping his arm around me.

I let him, feeling scared but not as scared as I was in those woods moments ago. He opens the passenger door and helps me get in.

I wrap my arms around myself as he jogs around the front of the car and gets behind the wheel.

We don’t speak as we drive back towards town. I sit there shaking the heat cranked up.

“Do you, uh, want to talk about it?” He says, clearly not used to comforting people by the tone in his voice.

“I don’t even know what happened.” I say, staring at the dash.

He didn't say anything, the ride to my house was silent after I told him the address. I should have gone to the hospital but I didn’t want to worry my mom or get any one in trouble.

I get out of his car when he pulls up the crack of thunder sounding overhead, the rain only increasing.

Wrapping my arms around myself I head towards the door surprised when he gets out.

“Thank you.” I say looking at him.

He nods, handing me a paper with scribbled numbers on it.

“I’m Derek.”

“Harper.”

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Ask me anything peeps

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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Cat's over here looking like male entertainers haha