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obxone · 11 months

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Edited-ish. ~2.5k words.

A broken sob fills the space as you rest your head on Kiara’s lap. Her fingers thread through your hair in soothing strokes. Your tears have dried on your cheeks now. The only sound coming from you are faint hiccups from how hard you have cried this afternoon.

Sarah frowns from her spot on the floor. Her sad brown eyes focus on you while her hand gently strokes your thigh. A heavy throw blanket is over your curled frame.

“What did you even see in him?” Kiara asks, her voice has a hateful edge to it. Rightfully so, after you called her in tears begging her to come home. She had shown up within minutes and had brought Sarah along too. Both of them had been concerned and are now venomous at your state. A hollow ache now fills you, and you wish it did not. He did not deserve another second of you.

You whisper, “Everything you didn’t.”

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Sarah frowns.

Her head jerks up when the remaining group stumbles into the room. Their laughter and conversation die between them as soon as all three pairs of eyes land on you.

“What happened?” JJ asks first, his face shifting from happy to concern in a millisecond. His eyebrows drawing together, blue eyes darkening with worry.

“Rafe broke up with her,” Kiara says, her gaze not leaving you.

“What the fuck?” JJ’s voice shows anger now. “Why?”

“Technically, I broke up with him,” you mumble and lift your head, ignoring the lines from Kiara’s shorts that are now imprinted on your face.

“What happened?” Pope asks, his shoulders dropping as he moves further into the room and takes a seat in the overstuffed chair opposite you.

JJ takes Kiara’s place after she tells you she is getting you water on her way to the kitchen. JJ smells warm and comforting, and you sink into his chest. Your eyes close, and you sigh, snuggling further into him.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice faint enough to give you some semblance of privacy.

You exhale, eyes shifting to the floor. “He was cheating on me.”

“I’m going to kill him,” John B spits out, not missing the conversation at all. Pope swears under his breath.

“She may have taken him down a few pegs already,” Sarah offers as her boyfriend takes a seat behind her.

“Did you?” JJ asks, tucking the blanket around your shoulders. A faint smile of pride tugs at his lips.

You nod, but Pope speaks before you can explain.

“Who with?” Pope leans forward, and you frown, looking at Kiara when she returns with a tall glass of cold water.

Your heart aches as the image and sounds flash through your head. “Another pogue.”

“I’m really going to kick his ass now,” JJ threatens.

John B stares at you, and you cannot take the burn of his gaze anymore, so you let your gaze shift to meet his. The concern is there, and you offer him a half smile.

“Did he hurt you?” He asks.

“Physically? No.”

He nods, looking down at the floor as his forearms rest on his knees.

“JB,” you lean over and ruffle his hair. “You’re a good guy.”

He smiles then, chin lifting to meet your gaze.

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A week has passed, and you have pushed down the ache of your broken heart as you focus on day-to-day tasks. The local market bustles around you as you examine the fruit selection in your favorite vendor's booth. Mr. Walter grins at you as you select one of his personal favorites, strawberries.

“Picked yesterday,” he offers, and you flash a grin at him. “Mainland team got them on the last boat yesterday.”

“They are perfect,” you beam at him as you pass him a pint and then another. “I’ll take two.”

“Perfect, it’s BOGO. The second one is free.”

“Mr. Walter,” you chide, very aware that is not the case.

He waves you off before he starts to wrap the pints in cellophane to keep them protected on your bike ride back to the Chateau.

“Kildare’s best fruit vendor,” you compliment, and he winks at you before dropping them into your satchel with ease.

“Anything else?” He asks, looking over the selections with you. “I have a few seedless watermelons left.”

“One of those would be perfect. You are making my sister and our friends very happy.”

“I’ll get Alan to put it in your basket.”

“Thanks,” you grin and hand over a few bills. He takes them before passing back a five.

“I said BOGO.”

You roll your eyes and take the five back before moving down the aisle after a quick goodbye.

A few booths down, you spot a candle maker. A nice candle for your bath tonight sounds perfect. It would be a splurge, but a good one. You had the five dollar bill leftover from Mr. Walter’s booth along with a ten in cash still. Your cards are forgotten at home by mistake.

“Hey, Cheyenne!” You grin at the younger woman. Her eccentric nature is in full flourish today with her bohemian style dress.

“Hey!” She grins and leans over the table to give you a quick squeeze. “Are you getting a candle today?”

“I think so.”

She beams. “I have a new one. Want to smell it?”

“Yes, please.” You reach out for the candle as she spins the top of the jar off before offering it. You take it and bring it to your nose. A bright smile paints your lips as you take a deep inhale. “This is fabulous! Ooh, I’m in heaven.”

“Perfect! I thought you’d like it.” She smiles, taking it back and screwing the cap back on. “Should I wrap it up for you?”

“How much?”

“$20.”

“Oh,” you frown, before looking over the table. “My budget is $15. Do you have a smaller one?”

“Not in this scent, sold out already,” she frowns with you. “But I have plenty of the Summer Bliss that you like.”

“I’ll take that one.”

“She’ll take both,” Rafe’s voice comes from behind you, and you inhale sharply, body tightening at his voice before the heat of him pushes against your back. His arm extends over your shoulder to hand Chey a fifty. “The big ones.”

“Of course,” Chey smiles, oblivious to your reaction to his presence. As far as she knew you were both still together.

“That’s too much Rafe,” you start.

“Nonsense,” he murmurs, leaning against the tent pole. “Have you been through the market already?”

You nod. “This was my last stop.”

“Perfect,” he flashes a smile. “We’ll put your bike in the truck, and I’ll take you home.”

You start to shake your head but pause when you hear your name. You turn to see Alan moving through the crowd with a decent-sized watermelon in his arms.

“Where’s your bike?”

“Out by the parking lot. The pink one.”

“Great, rear basket okay to put it in?”

You nod a grateful smile on your face.

Rafe steps forward, his large body taking up the space between you and Alan. “I’ll take it. I’m taking her home.”

“Oh,” Alan murmurs. His green gaze flickering to you. “I didn’t know you guys had made up.”

“Well, we did,” Rafe mutters while taking the watermelon from Alan with ease. “Thanks, Alan.”

“Yeah, anytime,” he nods, and you frown, watching him go before you turn to Rafe. “Really?”

“He’s always had a thing for you.”

“Shouldn’t matter to you. We aren’t together.”

“Here you go!” Cheyenne’s cheery nature pops the tension bubble as she holds out a brown paper bag. You grasp it with a grateful smile in her direction. “Here’s your change.” She offers a ten back to Rafe.

“Keep it.”

“Oh,” she blushes, folding her fingers tightly around it. “Thanks.”

“Yep,” he responds while still staring at you. “Let’s go, Babe.”

You glare at him, but he ignores you and starts to steer you out of the mass of canopies for the different vendor's booths.

“We broke up, what do you think you are doing?”

He smirks, before tipping his head as he watches you. “We did not break up.”

“Yes, we did. I caught you cheating, Rafe.”

“She came onto me.”

“It takes two,” you mutter, getting to your bike as you drop the two bags into the front basket. You reach for the watermelon despite his protests. “Rafe…”

“It’s too heavy.”

“It’s not,” you argue and reach for it again, but he takes another step back. You groan loudly. “Fine! Keep it.”

You get on your bike, ignoring him as he tries to change your mind. You pedal away, ignoring his shouts of your name and pleas to come back. You ignore the sting of tears and the watchful gazes of both pogues and kooks alike.

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You unloaded your items, tucking them away where they belonged. The house is silent with Kiara and the pogues out on the dock. You had promised them a quick lunch once you had everything put away.

Footsteps on the porch echo out as you open the bread bag after rinsing some of the fruit off.

“I’m just starting,” you say without looking up.

“I brought your watermelon.”

Your head snaps up as Rafe enters the house. The screen door slammed behind him as he stands there holding your watermelon. He looks so out of place in the living room. His pressed collared polo and oxford shorts are a stark contrast compared to the old paneled wooden walls and dusty outdated furniture.

“Kiara will be happy until she sees you are the one bringing it.”

He crosses the room silently before placing it on the counter. “Can we talk?”

“I have to get them fed. They won’t eat if I don’t.”

He frowns, reaching for you, but you move your hand away from his. The knife gripped tightly in your hand.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I want to talk.”

“No.”

He sighs, hand running through his hair. “Please.”

You stare at him, knife paused over slicing the sandwiches in half. He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“What do you want to talk about?” You ask, turning your eyes back to your work. “Want me to hear all your practiced excuses.”

He frowns before shaking his head once. “No. I fucked up. I know I did. But she kissed me first. I did not pursue her.”

“No,” you huff, plating the sandwiches before rolling the melon onto your cutting board. “You just fucked her.”

He groans, before trying to reach for you again.

“Rafe, don’t!” You point the knife at him in a warning. “I scream, and they’ll come running, so don’t.”

He groans loudly and turns, pacing away. “I fucked up, okay! Yes, I fucked her, but it did not mean anything, okay?!”

You stare at him before shaking your head and going back to cutting. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“What do you want me to say? I’m admitting my fault.”

“You’re admitting you threw away our relationship for a meaningless fuck,” you clarify as you slice the half melon into quarters. “It meant nothing doesn’t help your case.” You start to work on cutting away the rind.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Leave.”

“No.”

You sigh and lift your head to meet his gaze. “Why not?”

“Because I can’t be without you.”

“You have to.”

“No.”

You groan with a shake of your head as you start to slice again. A sharp pain rips through your hand a moment later, and you gasp, jerking your left hand back to see a deep cut running across your index, pointer, and ring finger. Watery blood runs down your palm, and you wince immediately turning for the sink.

He is there, his body warm as he presses against you to help. His arms around you as he turns the water on.

“Rafe, I’ve got it.” You mutter.

“Just let me take a look.”

You huff but let him rinse the tips of your fingers before pulling your hand closer to his chest. His dark blue eyes focus on your fingers as he inspects the cuts. They were not deep but still pooled with blood.

“Does this place have a first aid kit?”

“Bathroom sink.”

“Here,” he folds a kitchen towel around your fingers. “Hold pressure.”

You watch him go before he is back with the red plastic case. He places it on the counter before turning to lift you with ease to be sitting next to it. You stare at him as his eyebrows knit together in concentration once he has the kit open. You stay silent, watching him work until the last bandage is on your finger.

“What do you want from me?” You whisper, his body still nestled between your knees.

“To be with me, to be my girl again.”

“I can’t do that anymore,” you lift your head to look at him. “I can’t be the girl who was hopelessly devoted to you again. You broke my heart.”

Rafe frowns, his hands plant on the counter on either side of your hips. His face inches from yours.

“The best I can be is your friend.”

“Friends then,” he agrees, retracting as he steps back. “Friends.”

The creak of the screen door has you both looking to see the pogues stepping inside. A shared confused look between them all aside from your sister, who is angry.

“He’s leaving. He brought the watermelon I forgot,” you offer and slip down to the ground. You push Rafe back to create distance. “You should go,” you say to him so only he hears.

He nods, squeezing your good hand before going without another word. You watch him go before turning back to the five pogues.

“Food is almost ready. I’ll finish prepping the food if someone wants to get drinks.”

“Got it,” Sarah moves forward, and you smile at her gratefully. The tension is thick, but no one says a word.

“What happened?” Kiara asks, pointing to the first aid kit. “Did he hurt you?”

“I cut myself slicing the watermelon,” you explain with a frown as you lift your bandaged fingers. “JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you finish slicing it, please?”

“Sure!” He darts forward, shouldering past your sister to take over. Kie continues to watch you, reading you as you plate the food before taking everything to the kitchen table.

“Lunch is served,” you say, gesturing to the various plates. “John B?”

“Hmm?” He jerks his head to look at you now.

“Paper plates?”

“Pantry,” he goes to the little door and opens it before digging around and coming back with a small stack.

“Kie, eat,” you gesture, and she rolls her eyes but takes a plate and begins to grab her lunch. You squeeze her arm. “I’m fine, promise. He asked to get back together, and I said no.”

She nods, offering you a sympathetic smile before you peck her cheek.

“Relax, I’m the older one remember?”

She laughs and squeezes you in a tight hug before taking her plate and water outside. The others follow in her steps, and you are last as you let the screen door slam behind you. A sunny picnic lunch is just the ticket for you all.

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"Books to Bread"

Night Hunter AU

Characters: Walter Marshall x Reader

Posted: Feb 10th

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: Have a draft dump. I want to do more for this, but life is a bit chaotic rn. I haven't posted in a minute, so this is one of my many hidden drafts. I did attempt to edit but 🤷‍♀️

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It was hard to miss the guy.

Definitely over six foot, dark unruly curls framing a serious face with a thick beard, thick dark brows drawn down as a scowl marred his lips. Nice lips, you thought, eyes raking over his tall muscular form. No better than a man, you scolded yourself with a smirk.

You shifted, careful not to draw attention to yourself as the other women in the book shop didn't even try to hide the way they ogled him.

In the town of Port Tenebris there weren't many that looked like him and plenty more women ready to welcome him. You had heard there had been a recent new body that had moved into town, ex-detective, if gossip was right…

“I've read that one.”

You jumped at the low smooth voice that came from beside you and looked over and then up… and up again till you met deep vibrant blue eyes. You swallowed as he reached out with one thick arm, fingers catching your elbow as he offered you a smile in apology.

“I didn't mean to surprise you…?”

The way he lifted an eyebrow meant he was asking for your name, instead you looked down at the book in your hands, “into romance?” You asked instead.

He held the smile, “not ashamed of it,” he answered, “and that one is actually more of a forensic thriller.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he offered you a quick tilt of his head and a smile before going back to looking at the books in front of you. “It's a romance,” you stated.

He flipped through the book in his hands, it looked tiny, he shrugged without looking at you. He had of course seen you enter the bookstore, not that he had been following, no. He had most definitely not followed you from the tiny diner where you had verbally assaulted a jackass of a man that had been handsy with the young waitress there.

He simply wanted to get your name. Maybe your phone number… how did he do this again?

“It's a romance,” you said again. “I have every book by Billie Martinez, she writes romance.”

“I mean,” he shrugged again, suppressing the smirk that itched to fight its way to his lips, out the corner of his eye he saw you turn to him and scowl. This was something, ever since he'd stepped foot in this little Port every woman had given him the look, it had been amusing at first.

“Explain.”

He coughed to hide the short laugh that escaped him, “she hides it under the romance, but, when you read it you'll understand. You'll also want to slap the shit out of the male lead.”

You looked down at the book in your hands, he let his eyes wander to your curvy waist, “maybe… I shouldn't get it” you mused, thinking of the man at the Cafe you had laid into, “I think I've had my fair share of irritating men for the day.” He made a noise that had you looking up in time to catch his tongue flick out over his bottom lip, eyes jerking up to meet your gaze.

Had he…? No.

He cleared his throat, “fair,” it was all he could think of and watched as you started to put the book back, “but I could pay for it and then you'll not regret leaving it behind.”

You sighed, this conversation had already gone on longer than you had wanted. You had purposefully been attempting to avoid talking to him as conversations with others always seemed to go awry. In a weird way. You supposed it was your fault, no one else had that problem really.

“No, no need to buy me a book when you don't even know me.”

“Walter.”

You took a small step back, a little confused.

“Walter Marshall, Im… th-thats my name,” he smiled awkwardly, turning to you and shoving a hand into his pocket. “I started work in the Bakery in town? Owned by Kate and her husband? Uh, they offered me a job there… Now I'm not a stranger.”

You nodded, fingers tapping at the book's spine, before letting your arm drop to your side. “Nice to meet you Walter Marshall, who works in the bakery owned by Kate and her husband. I should be going.”

He had struck out yet again. Sighing heavily as you stepped away and made for the front of the store. He snatched the book up and hurried after you, eyes falling on your ass, before he rolled them scolding himself silently.

“Please, no name, let me buy you the book then. You collect her books and it'll be incomplete.”

You pulled away from him, studying him warily.

He knew that kind of look and took a step back. “I'll leave you alone,” he hummed, turning away, he shouldn't have pushed. Maybe you had moved here to hide yourself, he understood that.

“Alright,” he heard you sigh and turned around quickly. “But don't complain if I come down to find you at the bakery and yell at you there about the dumb male lead.”

Walter grinned, “you won't hear a complaint from me.” He watched you tilt your head to the side, enjoying how easily he could read your thoughts clear in your expression. “I'll even treat you to something I've baked.” Your eyes jumped back to his face, something he decided he wanted right then and there. To have your full and complete attention. “To apologize for dumb males that is.”

You snickered, eyes lighting up, “then I hope you are a baker of delicious sweets and golden bread!”

He almost forgot to breathe as your eyes scrunched up beautifully as you laughed. “You'll fall in love with my bread and butter,” Walter flashed you a toothy grin as he led you to pay for the book, “plus, this is essential to the series. You can't miss out on this book.”

“Oh, no! Then absolutely buy it.”

You followed along, noting the pairs of eyes tracking the two of you. There would be gossip and questions, a little inconvenient but nothing you couldn't handle. He thanked the cashier who nodded wordlessly and stepped towards the door where he paused, dragging a pen out of his pocket and scribbling on the receipt, tucking it into the cover of the book.

“In case the bakery is closed and you want to yell at me.”

You felt your neck heat, he wrote in all capitals, clear and neat. He crossed his sevens, huh. “No promises.”

Walter scowled at his phone, yet was quick to flick the screen and scan the words there blearily. It was past three am and he was due up in an hour to begin baking.. right. He was a baker now.

Unknown: I love thick slices of warm bread with butter that melts beautifully.

Unknown: He deserves to be run over…. Multiple times.

Unknown: what an idiot. He let her walk away?!

He sat up and smiled.

WM: I did warn you, suppose I owe you bread.

Unknown: Y/N

WM: ?? Uhh, which character?

Unknown: my name is Y/N

Walter woke up fully.

WM: nice to meet you Y/N.

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