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yeonzzzn · 1 month

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second in command: yang jungwon

a break the chain series: three / seven

pairing: jungwon x afab!reader word count: 3.5k

synopsis: jungwon’s leadership and being second in command position gets tested when him, you, heeseung and his mate go on a mission to gather intel to stop the next upcoming war. things go south and you have a fight for your life.

genre: established relationship, vampire!jungwon, vampire!reader, suggestive content, biker!jungwon

warnings: swearing, blood mentions, reader struggles with their new vampire powers, jungwon gets a bit handsy, death mentions.

prt 1: vampires bleeding | prt 2: you complete me

“You can’t go alone!!” Jay snapped, slamming his fists onto the table, the royal guard and officials narrowing their eyes down at Jay.

Heeseung caught their stares, pleading with Jay with his eyes to stay calm, “I am the king, I can go alone if I wish to.” Heeseung hated having to play the role of an asshole with the officials around. But if he didn’t…he didn’t want to find out what control they would try and take over.

“Babe,” Heeseung’s mate said, placing her hand on top of his, “Jay is right, it’s too dangerous. Take me with—“

“No!” He interrupted, fully taking her hand in his, “If something happens to you I…” Heeseung broke his king persona, holding his mate's hand tightly and not caring what the royals thought, “I can’t lose you.”

“Then take us instead!!” Jay yelled, pointing his hands at the whole pack, “We held our own perfectly fine before you officially became king, and we can do it again.”

E cleared his throat, a sure enough sign that Heeseung needed to take back control.

His face hardened and glared at Jay, “I said no. That’s final.”

At that moment, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki all started shouting. Their mates sat idle as they watched their men fight.

Jungwon crossed his arms over his chest, making eye contact with Heeseung. Heeseung nodded at Jungwon.

Heeseung’s eyes shined their gold at the same time as Jungwon's burned crimson. Both males stood to their feet, hands gripping the edge of the table, “SHUT UP!” Both males growled, gritting their teeth.

The other males sat quietly now, looking back and forth between their king and leader, their brothers. The power those two have at this moment even had the royal's hands shaking.

Jungwon looks back at Heeseung, “With all respect, my king, you don’t need to go alone.”

Heeseung’s golden eyes faded, turning back to their natural color. He sat back down, folding his hands together, “What do you suggest then, second in command?”

Jungwon’s eyes slowly faded, tilting his head at his king, “We go together.”

Jay opened his mouth to say something, but Heeseung’s piercing eyes shut him up quickly.

You pulled at your mate’s shirt, “Wonnie…”

Heeseung’s mate also pulled at him, eyes pleading.

Heeseung looked between you, Jungwon, and his mate, face in a concentration of debate.

E cleared his throat again, Heeseung tilting his head to the side towards his courtier, “As second in command, Jungwon will accompany me…along with our mates.”

You relaxed, hand still clinging to your mate. You look at the queen, seeing the relief also on her face.

Jay locked his jaw, clenching his fists at his side.

You felt bad for Jay, you knew how much going on this mission meant for him ever since you all caught word that Lilly was attempting to rally forces in a town a week's worth of travel. After what she did to his old apartment and threatened his mate…you could only imagine how badly he wanted to be the one to take on this mission. But that’s exactly why Heeseung was so against it, mostly when the royals won’t let all of the boys go. They made it clear to Heeseung that they didn’t want him going at all, but this wasn’t about Heeseung’s power as the king, he couldn’t lose his family and made the choice to go. Jungwon going as second in command only made sense, Heeseung wasn’t even sure if he wanted Jungwon with him, but with him being king and Won being the leader of the pack AND second in command…they would be unstoppable against Lilly and the small army she could have, but that’s if she was alone or had a small circle.

Before you knew it, the four of you (along with E and M and a small number of soldiers parked in a town over) were now in an old run-down hotel, the perfect disguise to hide from Lilly. Or so you had hoped.

Jungwon traced a finger down the side of your face, “What's on your mind, my love? Are you thirsty? I can grab you a blood bag.”

You were still trying to get used to your vampire life. Yeah, it’s been two years, but it wasn’t just something to get used to. Jungwon always comforted you and said that it would take time and that you didn’t get the change the rest of them got. They were forced to change and were pushed out into the world to feed and figure things out on their own, you wanted this. You had the support of Jungwon and the other males to help guide you, but it wasn’t easy.

Something has always felt off about your changing, something you couldn’t put your finger on. You felt like you were the main character in an anime waiting for something bad to happen to their character development. The only thing that came easy to you was drinking the blood bags and running faster. Having super hearing still bothered you to an extent, feeling and hearing the heartbeats of the other pack members was also something that you struggled with, mostly when someone else was feeling down, just like how Jake was recently. It pained you to feel that pain he was feeling and not be able to do anything about it or to push it off.

The others were strong, Sunghoon and Sunoo’s mates were lucky in one aspect of not dealing with the same things. They felt it too, just not to the same extent.

You shook your head, finally answering your mate after being silent, “No, Wonnie, I am okay.”

He leaned back against the headboard of the bed and pulled your back to his chest, resting his hands on your thighs and squeezing them, “Then what’s wrong my love?” he slowly traced his hands up your thighs and to your hips, brushing his nose against your ear, “Is there something else you want? Or want to talk about?”

You could smell the scent of his arousal and could feel it hardening against your back. His lips kissed the shell of your ear then moved down to below your jaw, that sweet spot on your neck Jungwon loved kisses so much.

You tilted your head, giving him more access to you. His hand had moved to your waist and kept going up and up to cup your breasts. His fangs pricked your neck and his breathing became uneven, “I want to sink my teeth into you.”

One thing Jungwon loved was the taste of your blood and loved even more that your taste didn’t change after you turned. He gets just as high of your blood as he did before. Vampires don’t normally feed on other vampires, unless for specific reasons. Jungwon’s reason just so happened to be because he’s in love with you, you’re mates, and he just really loves your blood.

“Then do it,” you whisper, tilting your head even more for him.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby,” he whispers into your neck, his fangs coming to their full point and sinking into your skin. You gasp softly, your own arousal increasing as he presses his body closer to yours and his hands squeeze your breasts as he sucks your blood down his throat.

You snapped your thoughts back to his question and not knowing what to say. How can you tell him you’re not feeling yourself and that you’re worried about being here? It would put Jungwon’s focus on you instead of where it should be.

Jungwon removed his fangs, flattening his tongue to lick the sprinkle of blood that came out, and then pressed a kiss to the wounds, watching as they closed.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly why you were acting differently. Jungwon has had to deal with six brothers and their emotions and since he’s their leader…he knows how to pick up the senses.

So he takes your chin between his fingers and forces you to look up at him, “Baby, being an undead creature takes time to get used to, it’s not some walk in the park.”

You averted your eyes from him, looking at the peeling wallpaper on the wall.

He squeezed your chin, forcing your eyes to look back at him, him using his leadership power, “I’ve said it before, you were created willingly, I had full consent to turn you. You didn’t have to go through the painful experiences the rest of us had to,” he let go of your chin and brushed the side of your face, “Nothing is wrong with you. You’ll find your missing pieces and be the best damn vampire around.”

You shrugged, “Kind of hard to do that when I am mated to the leader of our pack and who is second in command to the king.”

Jungwon smiled and pulled you to his lips, “I love you,” he whispered between kisses, “You’re perfect.”

You deepen the kiss and press yourself harder against his chest, feeling his length twitch against you.

“Keep it up and I’ll have to put you on your back,” he groans, nipping his fangs on your bottom lip.

You smirked, ready to test his patience until he pulled away from you. His fangs retracted and his eyes became focused.

You felt it too, that pull. Heeseung was calling for him.

Jungwon quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead and was at the door in seconds, his bike helmet on his head and leather jacket being pulled to his body. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how hot it was that he rode a bike.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, pressing your knees to your chest.

“Heeseung and the scouts caught Lilly’s scent.”

You quickly stood to your feet, rushing to the door, “Let me come too!”

Jungwon set you back on the bed, “No, please stay here. __ is downstairs too, Heeseung didn’t let her go either.”

You wanted to protest, but if the queen wasn’t allowed to go, what made you think you’d be allowed to?

You lifted up his visor, staring deeply into his brown eyes, “Come back to me,” you whispered, “I love you.”

“I always do,” he said, cupping your face between his gloved hands, “I love you too.”

Then he was gone. The sound of his bike fading out into the distance.

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Heeseung was already waiting for him. Jungwon made sure to park his bike further enough away and run the rest of the path on foot, quickly kneeling down beside Heeseung, staring off at a village beneath the hill they perched on.

“My king,” Jungwon said, knowing some official guards sat off in the distance at another hill, listening…always listening.

Heeseung cocks his head, playing the same game, “Second in command.” He hated this, truly. Having to play and act like he’s above his pack when in reality he doesn’t think of such things. He honestly couldn’t wait until this was all over and everyone could go back home, forgetting the castle and the responsibilities.

“Did the queen give you hell?” Jungwon asked, his lips curling a bit, not being able to hide his playfulness.

Heeseung chuckled, “Oh yeah,” he sighed, “YN?”

Jungwon narrowed his eyes down at the village, noticing how quiet it was, “She tried,” It did honestly kill Jungwon to leave you behind, to not have you right here beside him. You’ve been training hard back at the castle, he knows you could hold your own, but sometimes he forgets you aren’t human anymore, that you aren’t fragile. You’re strong, so strong. He’d honestly love to see how you’d fight alongside him, but that fear of losing you…that outweighs it all, “Something feels off,” he changed the subject, “I can sense everyone in that village except Lilly.”

Heeseung nodded, “Me too. That’s why I called you, to make sure I wasn’t going crazy.”

Something indeed was off. Because you felt it too, the confusion Jungwon and Heeseung felt. The air at the old hotel grew thicker, more uneasy.

“You feel it too?” The queen said, not with words, but the pull she sent down the pack bond towards you.

You swallowed, “Yes…something is wrong.”

You stood from the bed, body shaking as you walked to the door of your room, before you could even touch the door handle, the door flew open and closed and a knife was hovering above your neck.

“It’s nice to finally meet you officially, YN.”

Anger pitted within you, “I’d say the same, but I didn’t want to meet you.”

She laughed, inching the knife closer. You didn’t have to even look at the weapon to know that it’s the exact same material the vampire kings are given to use in fights. The same type Heeseung used against __ all that time ago.

With that realization, you started to panic.

“Nuh uh, none of that,” she whispered getting closer to your ear, “I don’t need you sending a signal to your pack—“ she sighs, “Too late, I assume.” With her free hand, she waved at the door, a purple aura forming around it and the room's walls. You swallowed, she learned the witch's magic too. Banging came from the other side, the queen screaming out your name. “Guess it’s true that it takes a while for newly turned to control projecting their emotions.”

You tilted your head up, narrowing your eyes, “You were born a vampire.”

Lilly laughed again, “Of course I was, it was a blessing, really. Vampire babies born between two vampire parents are so very rare, but I was part of that rare percentage.”

You felt it then, the power she has. You weren’t there when the pack took down Dorian, so you had no clue how terrible he was, but you could feel it within Lilly, “What do you want?”

You could feel her hot breath on your ear, her long dark red hair flowing over your shoulder, “I was expecting Jay and his mate to be here, we have…unfinished business, I suppose you’d say. But alas, you’re here instead. Dorian wanted you just as much as Jay’s mate, so you’d have to do.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” you snapped, her body tightened harder against yours, and the knife moved a few inches closer to your throat.

“You want the real answer?” she smirks, “I want your king's head.”

__’s banging on the other side of the door grew more desperate at the mention of the threat on her mate’s life.

Lilly just laughs, “Sadly, your mate is with him and I know I can’t take’em both alone, not yet. My army isn’t ready. But,” she sighs, “The sniper I have parked in the village will be taking out Jungwon any minute now.”

Your panic rose, body shaking as you pushed every ounce of warning to your mate, knowing the queen already was sending signals to Heeseung and the rest of the pack.

Jungwon’s heart was racing fast, “She’s not even in the fucking village!!” he snapped, his anger fueling as his need to get back to you quickly.

Heeseung felt his mate’s words through the bond, his eyes widening, quickly reaching for Jungwon, “GET DOWN!” Heeseung barely had Jungwon to the grass, when the sniper bullet pierced through his shoulder, “FUCK!”

Jungwon quickly placed his hands on his king’s shoulder, “You’re healing fast, just breathe.”

Heeseung shoved Jungwon away, “I know!” he snapped, “I don’t care about some gunshot wound, we need to get back to our mates!! Lilly has YN.”

Jungwon was back on his bike in seconds, Heeseung jumping on with him, completely forgetting about the royal guard.

“Your mates are on the way,” Lilly growled, “So are the rest of the pack, so much for them following orders.”

You took a deep breath and then moved, quickly dipping yourself to the floor, pulling her arm above your head, flipping her over you. But Lilly worked just as quickly, her hand attached to your neck, pinning you to the hard floor, the tip of the knife pointing above your collarbone.

You stared at her with piercing eyes, she gave them right back at you, “I wanted to take you alive and finish what Dorian started, to kidnap each female one by one and finish his legacy!” she snapped, baring her teeth, “But you’re proving to be more problems than you’re worth, and now with your mates and the pack on the way, I don’t have time to waste,” she dug the tip into your skin, “I’ll just kill you now.”

Lilly pushed the knife in, the burning of the metal hissed at your skin, and inside, your screams echoed through the walls, making Jungwon shake to his core at the distance away he was, he could feel you dying.

You started to hyperventilate, digging your nails into Lilly’s arms. She pushed the knife as far as it could go, quickly pulled it out, and shoved it back in on another spot closer to your neck.

The world slowed, the whole thing you could hear was Jungwon’s heartbeat from miles away, the screams of your queen as she tried to tear away at the door through the magic, and the anger of your pack as they ran as fast as they could. The light was slipping from you, your vision blurry.

“You’re stronger than that!” Heeseung shoved down the pack bond, “Don’t let her win. FIGHT.”

You closed your eyes, not knowing if you had the strength to even attempt.

“Baby,” it was Jungwon this time, “I can’t lose you, please. You’re perfect. I love you. I love you.”

Lilly pulled the knife out and shoved it back in and darkness consumed you.

Jungwon was at the door, screaming, tears rolling down his face, and threatening Lilly, he felt your light fading. Heeseung did too as he clawed at the door with Jungwon.

Within the darkness, you saw a yellow light, a spark. Some type of energy that coursed through you…powering you. “Don’t give up…please.”

Jungwon fell to his knees, hanging his head low. Every ounce of will he had to live was slowly fading as he was losing you.

Heeseung was yelling at him, but no words reached his ears. All there was—was silence.

The yellow electricity flowed through you, small sparks radiated off your arms.

Lilly raised her brows, “What the hell…?”

Jungwon’s eyes widened, “What?”

Your vision came back along with a flash of yellow, knocking Lilly off you and dropping the purple shield.

Jungwon, Heeseung, and __ rushed into the room, seeing you standing slowly up from the floor, yellow electricity flowing through your whole body and covering your arms.

You looked down and you smiled. Your missing puzzle piece…this was your power. What made you whole.

You looked up to your pack members, making eye contact with your mate. He had fallen to his knees, tears staining his eyes as he looked at you.

“Well, that’s new,” Lilly scoffs. You whipped your head to her, seeing blood dripping from her side where your blast hit her hard, along the half the wall behind you blown to pieces, the moonlit sky pouring in. Lilly took one last look at you and then at your mates, glaring at Heeseung, “Your pack really is something.” She smirks, “See ya!” She jumped from the building and was gone in a flash.

You took a step to go after her, but your newfound power drained you, dropping you to the floor.

“YN!” Jungwon cried as he was now at your side, holding you close to him. Your electricity shocked him, but he didn’t care, you were alive. You were alive.

Your brain went dizzy and your power shimmered down, “What…what is this?”

Heeseung knelt beside you and Jungwon, brows furrowed in confusion, “A gift is what we are going to call it for right now.”

Jungwon pulled you closer, his tears dropping against your skin, “I felt you die…” he said with a shaky voice, fingers clinging to your body, “I felt your last heartbeat.”

That’s right, you were on the edge of death before your power came through. You touched your mate's face, rubbing your thumb against his cheek, “It’s okay Wonnie, I am right here.”

Jungwon pressed his lips to yours, cupping his hands to your face, breathing you in, “You can bet your sweet ass I am never leaving your side again.”

You smiled against his lips, holding him tight.

Heeseung stood to his feet, pulling his mate to his arms, and sighed, “This is going to be one hell of a talk with the others.”

Jungwon nodded, resting his forehead against yours, “Is it because I am the leader? Is something wrong with my venom?”

Heeseung didn’t have an answer, but once they were all back at the castle, he knew the answers would come.

“Let’s wait for the rest to get here, brainstorm, then head back. I’m sure the royals know about this.”

Jungwon pulled you both to your feet, his hands holding yours tightly.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen next, but you sure as hell felt alive now and Jungwon was sure his second in command position was about to be threatened.

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milaisreading · 8 months

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Limited amount!!

🌱🩷: here is something for thr Crossdresser!Yn AU. I have been so depressed ever since I saw the leaks for the new JJK chapter... this is kind of helping me to get my mind off of it. Hope u like it🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

"Are you...are you sure about this?" Anri asked the striker in front of her while Ego sat on his chair, eating his noodles.

"I think it's for the best, Teieri-san. To not waste money on manufacturing something that won't sell well." (Y/n) argued, confused as to why the older woman was so reluctant with agreeing. After all, the JFU would probably embrace the idea of saving money.

"Yeah, but... just 15? (Y/n), you know you do have fans-"

"I think that's for the best. I definitely don't have Isagi or Rin's popularity, so I don't think my figurine will sell well. Please spare me this humiliation, Teieri-san, Ego-san. " (Y/n) explained as she held the prototype of her figurine that Anri gave her. It was nothing special, just a smaller version of her smiling in the Blue Lock uniform. There was a short silence as the striker looked at the two for a moment, hoping they will do her this one favor.

"I can't just-"

"Fine." Ego interrupted Anri, both now looking at the man.

"You did prove to be a great player and so far hid your identity very well. So we will grant you this one wish." Ego said as he finished his food. (Y/n) looked at him in shock for a moment, but then smiled and bowed.

"Thank you. Thank you, Ego-san." She kept repeating to the man, who just nodded his head. Anri looked nervously between the duo, wondering how all of this will end up.

"It's so weird seeing merch of myself." (Y/n) mumbled to herself as she walked to the bedroom she shared with Isagi, Rin, and Bachira. She chuckled a little, already knowing she will be greeted by Rin doing his usual yoga, and Isagi and Bachira messing around. And sure enough, when she opened the door she saw just that. Bachira and Isagi were telling jokes while Rin tried to hide his irritation while doing his normal yoga routine.

"(Y/n)! Where were you?! I need my hug buddy!" Bachira exclaimed as he saw the girl enter their room and lunged at her.

"Bachira, wait!" She shrieked as the boy ran to and engulfed her into a hug, nearly causing the girl to fall down. The girl stumbled back, but thankfully grabbed onto a wall to not injure himself or something.

'Bachira might not look like much, but God is he strong.'

"Hey, Bachira, could you maybe let go of me?" (Y/n) asked nervously.

"Nope~" The bicolored boy sang out, causing her the sigh and pat him on his back a few times. Meanwhile, Rin and Isagi were sending death glares at Bachira's back. Both were mad that he was the one to hug (Y/n) first, but also for causing her to nearly fall down.

"Bachira, let go of him." Isagi spoke up finally and went to grab Bachira's shirt, pulling the boy away from (Y/n).

"Hey!" The boy protested.

(Y/n) internally thanked Isagi for giving her the free space back.

"I will hug you later, Bachira. I am just really tired right now." She spoke up, trying to stop their argument, but neither was listening.

Rin, on the other hand, was staring at the trio in anger. Not only were they causing him a ruckus, but (Y/n) also said she will hug Bachira later.

'That mediocre player really doesn't deserve it.' He rolled his eyes, but then they landed on a small item on the floor. One he never saw before in his life.

Rin walked over and picked it up, only to discover that it was a small figurine of (Y/n).

When Bachira hugged her, she ended up losing her grip on the item, and neither her or the other two noticed it.

'What is this? And why does it look like (Y/n)?' Rin wondered, tapping the smiling figurines cheek.

'I basically touched his face now.' Rin thought with a blush, then looked over at the trio.

"Lukewarm, (Y/n)." He cleared his throat as the trio looked at him.

"Yes?" She asked as the other two sent Rin a glare for calling her a lukewarm.

"What is this?" He asked while showing them the figurine. Isagi and Bachira's eyes widened when they saw the item.

'A mini (Y/n)!' Bachira thought with stars in his eyes.

'So adorable!' Isagi's face turned redder.

"Oh... the JFU wants to test a first merch launch, and they picked me for it. It's just a prototype of what it will look like." (Y/n) explained, walking over to Rin and taking it our of his hand.

"Merch?! Of you?!" Bachira asked in excitement.

"Yeah... it's launching in two weeks." (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders, walking over to her shelf to put the item on it.

"So we- I mean, your fans will have the chance to own a mini you?!" Isagi asked with a huge smile and blush as (Y/n) turned to look at him.

"Basically."

Rin kept quiet as he stared at the figurine with wide eyes, also excited over these news.

'I will definitely buy one.' The three thought in determination.

"Tho, I was honored to be the first one, it would have been better if they picked a more popular player. I don't think mine will sell well, so I asked them to make only 15 of these." (Y/n) finished explaining, and the last part definitely left them deflated. 'ONLY 15?! How can I get one even?!' Bachira thought, already panicking that be won't be able to get his hands on one of the figurines.

'(Y/n), why would you do that?! How will I get my hands on one, when I have to fight against both your fangirls and the other players?!' Isagi gulped as anxiety took over his body.

'This lukewarm needs to work on his confidence, now I will have to start a blood bath.' Rin groaned.

"A-are you 3 alright?" (Y/n)'s worried voice interrupted their thoughts, and all 3 quickly nodded their heads.

"Of course we are!"

"Only 15?!" Reo and Barou exclaimed in disbelief as the trio explained the whole story from last night.

"What sort of confidence does he even have? Nagi, Reo, this is your fault." Otoya grumbled, earning side-glares from the two.

"How is this our fault? We didn't do anything." Nagi protested.

"Exactly that!" Yukimiya said, fixing his glasses.

"If you were good friends to (Y/n), you would have noticed he was in distress with his self-worth. Now, with me he would have not had these issues. I would have told (Y/n) everyday how wonderful and talented he is." The model said proudly, earning a scowl from Reo.

"Please shut up, show off. You are just mad (Y/n) doesn't like you."

"But Yukimiya does have a point." Karasu chimed in, glaring at Reo.

"Didn't you two basically abandon him during the 1st selection? Even during the 2nd one, Nagi, you basically acted like he didn't exist."

Barou pointed it out, which irritated the duo.

"You know nothing." Nagi said, glaring at the red-eyed boy.

"This is not the point now." Aryu clapped his hands, causing the rest to look at him.

"Aryu is right, we should focus on what's important." Kunigami added in.

"And that is, how do we get one of those figurines when there is only 15?"

The room fell silent as neither really knew how to answer that.

"Maybe we could try convincing (Y/n) that he should go for more figurines? Isagi, Barou, you two are the closest to him. Maybe you should try it." Kurona suggested as everyone looked at the duo. Both of them looked at each other, and then shook their heads.

"I don't think we should do that. It's his decision and I don't want him to feel bad about it." Isagi answered, Barou for the first time agreeing with something.

"Yeah... forcing him or convincing him will do us all more harm than good." Hiori added in.

"Well then, it's every man for himself. I will get my hand on one of those figurines." Karasu declared with a smirk.

"Not if I do first!" Bachira challenged back.

"Logically thinking, it's more likely that only one of us gets one... (Y/n) has many fans, so we are not competing just among each other anymore." Niko reminded them.

"Well, then I will be the one to get it." Rin said after a short pause, causing the rest to look at him weirdly.

"Now, why would you be the to get it?!" Otoya questioned.

"Because, I am the best one in this facility, therefore I deserve it more."

"Just because you are the best one, doesn't mean you deserve a figurine, Rin-chan~" Bachira said cheerfully.

"What?" Rin asked, irritated by the boy's remark.

"Bachira is right, if anything, someone who is close to (Y/n) should get the figurine. And that someone is me!" Chigiri finally spoke up, shocking everyone.

"What?! How are you the closest one with him?" Yukimiya remarked.

"We both braid each other's hair and talk for hours about the most random things-"

"So do I with (Y/n)." Aryu chimed in, which caused Chigiri to glare at him instead.

"Shut it. (Y/n) and I have spent so many hours training, we are the closest." Otoya added in, which drew Tokimitsu and Kunigami's attention.

"H-He does the same thing with me! Wh-which means I am pretty close with him, too!" Tokimitsu exclaimed.

"He is always there to help me with his skills, and even trains with me in the gym." Kunigami chimed in, causing a whole separate argument between them.

"This is ridiculous!" Reo sighed loudly, then pointed at himself and Nagi.

"Nagi and u have known (Y/n) for way longer than any of you have. We know everything there is to know about him."

This caused Barou and Isagi to roll their eyes.

"Yeah, and he trust us the most. He would be probably more happy for us to have a figurine than you guys-"

"Nagi, you and Reo literally turned your backs on him back in the beginning of this project. You have no leg to stand on." Isagi interrupted the albino, which made the duo tense up a little.

"And we apologized! He would vouch for us now!" Reo added in.

"None of you really deserve the figurine." Barou finally spoke up.

"(Y/n) and I have been partners since the beginning, we are the closest here. Especially after all the late night trainings." The king explained.

"But, you forget that (Y/n) has been chasing after me the whole time. Even during the 3rd selection, he always asked to train with me." Isagi added in proudly, drawing Rin's attention on him.

"Oh please. (Y/n) is probably too nice to tell you that you got boring. Why would the literal #2 of this facility go and seek out your assistance. I am the perfect choice. We especially got close during the 2nd selection when we would have dinner together after practice." The younger Itoshi explained, obviously mad that Isagi reminded him that (Y/n) always chased after him, never after Rin. The #1 player in Blue Lock.

"This is stupid. (Y/n) and I are obviously closer, our humor and passion to become better obviously bonds us the best." Karasu snorted.

"Karasu, no offense, but it's obvious that (Y/n) and I are closer. After all, he would come to talk to me about fashion choices."

As they argued, Hiori, who was standing next to Niko, spoke up as well.

"Now, I would be worthy of the doll too. After all, (Y/n) and I share similar homes, and we talk for hours about different video games."

"(Y/n) likes talking to me a out different sea animals. Even helps me with my braid sometimes. It's very nice of him." Kurona added in with a slight blush.

"Well, (Y/n) and I share a love for anime and manga. We would sometimes go to the monitor room and watch different animes on our phones. We even fell asleep there a few times." Niko admitted.

"So you are the reason he sometimes isn't in bed?!" Bachira yelled with a menacing smile.

"Niko, do you know how many nights I couldn't cuddle up to him while he slept?!"

"Bachira, that's weird!"

"What even-"

Hiori and Kurona said, staring at the bicolored boy. While everyone wad busy arguing, Gagamaru blinked at them a few times before walking out of the dining hall, an idea already brewing in his brain.

"Hmmm..."

2 weeks had passed, and the day of the merch launch finally happened. All the boys were anxiously waiting on their phones for the orders to start. They were all determined to get one of the figurines. They were so adorable, and captured the beauty of the striker perfectly. And finally, when the minute of the launch arrived, they quickly went to click on the 'order' option, only for them to be met with the most soul crushing sign.

'Sold out!' Read in big, red letters as if to mock the boys about their fail.

They expected something like this to happen, but it hurt the same.

Right now, they were all in the dining hall again, all depressed over losing the opportunity to get the (Y/n) figurine.

"I hate today." Reo said, resting his head on the table.

"I agree." Karasu and a few others nodded their heads as the door opened.

"Huh? Are you guys alright?" (Y/n)'s voice caused them to jump up and look at her.

"F-fine!" Isagi spoke up.

"We are great, just tired. And you? You seem pretty happy?" Karasu spoke up, noticing how less tense she was now.

"Oh? Ego-san just told me that the figurines of me sold out today, and they will do a relaunch in a month."

"Relaunch?! How many will it be this time?" Bachira asked as all eyes were on her.

"I don't know... maybe like 300 to 500, based on what Ego-san said." (Y/n)'s explanation caused them to sigh in relief a little. Finally they will have the chance to own one of those figurines.

"By the way, here, Gagamaru. As promised!" (Y/n) said, walking over to the goalkeeper, putting the prototype of her figurine on the table. The boy nodded quickly and slid his dinner to her as she sat across from him.

"Uhm... why are you giving Gagamaru that figurine?" Chigiri wondered.

"Oh? He promised to give me his dinner for a month in exchange for the figurine. His dinner happens to be my favorite dish!" (Y/n) explained cheerfully and went back to eating. She didn't register to cold looks and deathly glares Gagamaru was getting, but the boy didn't care. He just sat on his chair, smiling fondly at the figurine.

'Bastard!'

'That should have been me!!'

The group thought over and over, now hoping that the relaunch will happen as soon as possible.

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A Wish Within Reach

Synopsis: his current life is something wriothesley had never imagined he could have. however, there are things he yearns oh-so-dearly to have that are still out of reach... or so he thought.

Character: wriothesley.

Warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; hurt & comfort; spoilers about wrio's past and voicelines; nightmares; imagery of death and blood (not reader's or wrio's).

A/N: i am so in love with this man, his 'more about wriothesley: v' hurt me so much, i wish to give him all the love he deserves. i talked with a friend about how wrio probably 'froze' most of the bad memories and thoughts of his past to not affect him so obviously, that's why he can say such worrying things so nonchalantly :'( please be happy for your birthday, my love 🥹

P.S: also, in a lighter note, please feast your eyes with eriimyon's good morning series, you're welcome.

It's dark, very dark. Wriothesley can barely see what's around him.

Where am I?

The air is completely still, as if everything is holding their breath in waiting. Waiting for something to happen.

For something terrible to happen.

Suddenly, a bright light blinds him, followed by a loud sound of something popping too close to his face.

"Happy birthday ••••••!"

Wriothesley's stomach churns. That was the name he had long abandoned. Those were the voices he hadn't heard in years.

Voices he shouldn't be hearing anymore.

Blinking to adjust to the newly lit room, a kitchen foreign and yet so familiar, he settles his stare at the two people he shouldn't be seeing anymore.

"...Is something wrong ••••••?"

"Are you feeling alright, son?"

Son... I'm nobody's son.

The hand reached out to him is slapped away harshly, causing the woman to gasp in shock.

"••••••! How could you do this to your--!"

"SHUT UP! NOT ANOTHER WORD!!"

His voice booms over theirs, filled with hatred. Strangely, it sounded... different. Younger.

He looks to the side and saw a reflection of himself in a mirror: a boy staring back at him, his chest heaving, eyes blown wide with fear and a bloodied knife on his hand.

His attention snaps back to the scene before him, the cake with candles and birthday decorations are a stark contrast to the two dead bodies on the floor.

It's too much, too real, too vivid.

The smell, the scene, the hatred, the fear.

It's suffocating.

"...io! ...rling ..ak ...up!"

Someone please make it stop!

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"Wriothesley!"

Blue eyes shoot open, hand grabbing tightly whatever it was reaching for his face in reflex.

"It's okay, Wrio, it's me. I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe now."

The gentle voice manages to ground him, his eyes meeting your concerned expression. His grip relaxes, bringing your hand to cup his cheek to place a kiss inside your palm, an apology.

"...Sorry, did I wake you up, sweetheart?"

"It's fine, I had to go to the bathroom earlier, so I was already up." You observe the way your lover's chest move up and down quickly and the way the hand cupping yours is slightly clammy. "Bad dream?"

"...Yeah." Wriothesley closes his eyes, allowing a beat of silence to hang in the air, before elaborating. "Sigewinne scolded me for drinking too much tea, saying it wasn't healthy, and declared I should only drink her milkshakes for now on. Terrifying, right?"

That is an obvious lie, he knows. Totally unbefitting of someone in his position as the Duke, who is always five steps ahead of anyone. He knows. And he knows that you know he's lying through his teeth.

"Terrifying indeed..." You pull your hand away from his grasp to gently hold it instead, thumb caressing his knuckles. "But it's okay now, I'm here."

But, with you, he isn't the all knowing Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, Lord Incognito of the murky depths or whatever fancy title people give him. He is Wriothesley, a human like any other, who is plagued by nightmares from time to time. And who is blessed to have such a kind lover by his side, that chooses to play along with his weak excuse instead of pressing for answers.

"Say..." Your tone of voice makes him open his eyes again, curious to know what's on your mind. "I suddenly feel like having a cup of tea right now... Would you like to join me?"

"Drinking tea at..." Wriothesley stops, propping himself up with his elbows to glance at the clock on the bedside table. "2 in the morning doesn't sound very healthy, don't you think? The Head Nurse would surely scold us."

"Then we need to keep this a secret from her." You shrug, your smile bright even in the darkness of the bedroom. "Well?"

He doesn't even need to answer out loud, already getting up from the bed and pulling you along towards the kitchen.

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"Sweetheart, do we still have that jam you bought the other day?"

"I guess so. It should be in the fridge."

As your beloved always says, tea is best served with something sweet on the side, even if it's very late at night. Surely Sigewinne won't mind, right? ...Not that she'll find out about it.

Wriothesley opens the fridge, hoping to find that delicious jam imported from Sumeru you got recently, only for his eyes to fall onto a cake.

Happy birthday Wriothesley!

Happy birthday ••••••!

The names begin to mix in his vision as he stares at the writing on the cake, those cursed voices from his nightmare coming back to ring inside his ears.

"Did you find it, love?" You ask while you finish pouring the hot water inside the matching mugs (one of a wolf and the other of a bunny) and letting the teabags to brew for a little bit. "Wrio?"

Hearing no response coming from the man, you turn around to find him just standing in front of the fridge as if hypnotized by something, gripping its handle a bit too tightly.

"...Wrio, are you okay?" You carefully place your hand on his arm and you watch as his unfocused eyes return to normal, blinking a few times before glancing at you. "What's wrong?"

"Ah, sorry, I got distracted by this." He points to something, opening the door more so you can see it, and Wriothesley has to cover his mouth to stop a chuckle at how big your eyes become at the sight of the cake.

"Shit, I forgot to cover it?!" He feels slightly bad watching the way you deflate. "It was supposed to be a surprise for later..."

"Hey, it's okay, I still got surprised. I had completely forgotten today was my birthday."

Listen, he swears he said that hoping it would cheer you up a little, that the surprise you had prepared wasn't ruined like you thought. But, seeing you frown further, now directed at him, he starts to think that wasn't a good idea.

Your lover opens his mouth, ready to apologize again, but you beat him to it.

"Since the cat's out of the bag now, I might as well roll with it..." Your expression changes from upset to determined and Wriothesley always marvels at how you can bounce back into action. "I have a few things I wish to tell you. Will you listen to me, Wrio?"

You could ask for the stars in the sky and he would ask how many of them you would want. Listening to you talk is something he'll gladly do forever, if it's up to him.

He sits on one of the kitchen stools, pulling you to stand between his legs and patiently waits for you to begin, his thumbs rubbing your knuckles and offering you a relaxed smile.

With a deep breath, you squeeze his hands to signal you are ready and start speaking the words coming from the depths of your heart.

"...You always says that the less people see of you, the happier their lives are. While I get where you're coming from, that has never worked for me."

"Ever since we first met, I've had this feeling of wanting to see you again. Again, while I understand the air of intimidation helps with being the warden and all that, you don't match the description of a dangerous man people have when talking about the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide... Especially when I catch your gloves and back filled with Melusine stickers~"

That last part makes Wriothesley huff, which, in turn, makes you laugh.

"The more time I spent with you, the more I got to know about the man behind the title of Duke... The more greedy I'd become. I'd wonder when I would have the next opportunity to visit you, to have tea with you, to watch you fight at the Pankration... Until I started to wish to be by your side as more than a friend."

"And when you started to open up to me, allowing me to treat your wounds, telling me about your worries and even about your past, that wish of mine only grew."

"...I know life has been cruel to you, ever since you were little. You went through things no one, much less a child, should experience..."

You pause, feeling a familiar pressure behind your eyes and a lump in your throat. You take another deep breath, your hands moving to your beloved's cheeks.

"But I want you to know that I am so, so glad you were born into this world. I'm so blessed to be by your side."

Wriothesley's breath hitches, his heart beating a bit too hard for comfort and his hands shake a little. In a way, it's the same reaction he had during his nightmare, but the feeling this time is far, very far from being fear.

It's love.

A love so deep and strong for you it's nearly painful. The kind of pain he wishes to feel for the rest of his life.

"...I want to make my wish now. Can we light up a candle on the cake, sweetheart?"

"...Huh?" You blink once, twice, three times... "You want... to make a wish? Now?!"

"What? You're not going to deny the birthday boy, are you?"

It's your turn to huff now. You could never deny him, not when he always does so much for you.

You place the cake on the table before him and observe with great interest as the flame of the candle lighting Wriothesley's handsome face, eyes closed in concentration before blowing out the small flame. He then opens his eyes to look at you.

"Want to know that I wished for?"

Truth to be told, you do. You'd love to know what could it be that he desires so much that he couldn't wait until later. Despite that, you shake your head.

"No, it's fine. It won't become true if you say it out loud."

By the Seven, you look so adorable, saying that so seriously despite it being just a superstition. He can't help but tease you lovingly.

"But I didn't wish for anything."

Silence. Only you blinking owlishly at your lover.

"Then why did you even want to light a candle for?!"

"Ouch, hey now! You shouldn't hit the birthday boy!" The man has the audacity to laugh, easily holding your fists in place to stop you from hitting him. "I didn't wish for anything, but I wanted to say thanks to someone."

"Thanks? To whom?"

"...To whatever deity that took pity on me and was benevolent enough to grace me with their most perfect angel."

Your cheeks flush in no time, his eyes full of adoration making you feel bashful.

"Oh, stop it. I'm no angel!"

"Hmm, yeah. On second thought, you're right." He grins and pulls you into his embrace. "You're probably a deity then, rather than an angel."

"Wrio!"

"What? Shocked that I've uncovered your secret?" He chuckles at you rolling your eyes, not missing the way you bite your lips to stop a smile.

"Seriously speaking now, I do consider you as someone incredibly special. Thanks to you, I've achieved things I could never have done by myself, like being able to trust other people."

"...Even though the past can't be changed, I can now say I have a happy present. And I dare say that I'll have a happy future as well, with you by my side."

He dries the lone tear that escapes from your pretty eyes, chest bursting with deep love for you and hopes the kisses he places on your lips can convey his true feelings, when any and all words that he knows fail to do it.

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His birthday was something Wriothesley had long since stopped caring about.

His previous birthday is related to a time of his life he'd rather leave behind and never look back at It, while his current birthday is the day he was convicted for his crime.

Suffice to say that none of those dates have a positive memory behind them.

Now, however, as the two of you return to bed after having tea, biscuits with jam and many kisses in between, Wriothesley believes this year's November 23rd is the first one he actually wants to celebrate.

To celebrate the first time he actually feels thankful for his birth.

#blue.writes: genshin impact #blue.writes: angst #blue.writes: fluff #blue.writes: wriothesley #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley x reader

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javierpena-inatacvest · 9 months

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Chapter 10, Pt. 1: Happy Birthday, Javi

Summary: Javier Peña has never liked celebrating his birthday. That is, until you came into his life, and planned to give him a birthday that he will never forget. (Part 1 covers leading up to Javi's birthday and the morning of)

Word Count: 9.3K (I don't know how my peanut brain thought I could make his birthday only one chapter and keep it a reasonable length)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up, y'all), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise, overstimulation (if you squint), anal fingering (f receiving *runs away into the sunset*), Javi being our consent king, Javi really just loving your ass (It's his birthday, give the man what he wants), mentions of death/grief (but in a really sweet, wholesome way), mentions of food/eating, Chucho Peña once again being the world's best dad and you two having the cutest lil bonding moment, sweet tooth-rotting fluff (but it's these two, so would you expect nothing less?)

A/N: The people have spoken, so I now present to you, part 1 of Chapter 10. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I started writing this chapter, I knew it was about to be long as hell because our sweet Javi deserves the best birthday ever, and boy oh boy, is he gonna get it. Also keep in mind as you read this, that I will die on the hill that Javi loves all of you, but is 100% an ass man though and through don't make eye contact with me after reading this, man deserves his lil birthday treat More birthday fun is coming soon!!! Thanks to the very talented @wheresarizona for the inspiration of this birthday smut!

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“New boots?”

“No.”

“A new briefcase for work?”

“No.”

“A pony? A trip to the moon? A million dollars? C’mon Javi, it’s gonna be your birthday, there has to be at least something that you want!” You groaned, playfully hitting Javi’s chest as your warm bodies laid tangled together in your bedsheets, sunlight just beginning to spill through your curtains.

“As long as I get to spend my day with you, that’s all I care about, Osita.” He chuckled at your stubbornness, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead.

“Ugh, you being so sweet is making this very hard on me, you realize that?” You sighed dramatically, giving him your best grumpy face as you ran your hands through the dark brown curls of his messy morning bedhead. “Alright, you have to go get ready for work, what do you want for breakfast, handsome?”

“You.” He rasped, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you and nipping at your neck, the hairs of his mustache brushing against your skin making you squeal and squirm.

“Javi! Real food, you dummy. You’ve already eaten me out and and we’ve fucked this morning and it’s not even 7:00 o’clock yet. At this rate, your work is gonna start writing me up for you getting in later and later every day.” You giggled as you tried to wrestle your way out of Javi’s strong grip, your bodies intertwined with the sheets of your bed as Javi finally let go, giving you a long kiss before letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“I thought you said you still needed to figure out what to get me for my birthday. This works just fine, Hermosa.” He looked at you, trying to give you his best puppy eyes and pouty lips. You lovingly swatted your arm at him, shaking your head.

“You cannot use your puppy dog eyes on me like that! Your birthday still isn’t for another week, and believe me, you will get all the birthday sex you want then, but right now, you need to go get ready for work, mmmkay? Do you want scrambled eggs or sunny side up?”

“How did you know I wanted eggs?” He asked, smiling at you.

“It’s almost kind of like I know you, just a little bit. Now go, get your cute butt in the shower before your puppy dog eyes take full effect and I lose the little self control I have left.” You gave him a quick kiss as he rolled out of bed, the muscles of his back flexing deliciously as he yawned and stretched his arms above his head before making his way into the bathroom.

From the moment you had found out about Javi's birthday, he had been very adamant that you didn’t need to do anything special to try and celebrate, let alone get him any gifts. To him, it was just another day that he got older, and that no one needed to do anything to acknowledge that. Truth be told, Javi hadn’t really had anyone to celebrate his birthday with since he was a much younger man than he was now. When he was in Colombia, the only person he had told about his birthday was Steve, and with the threat of beating the shit out of him if he told anyone else, the most Javi ever got for the past decade or so was Steve’s annual bottle of birthday whisky and a phone call from his dad. He wasn’t used to anyone caring about him, let alone his birthday. Javi knew that you were a terrible liar and couldn’t keep a secret to save your life, so you had been trying your best to throw him off your tracks for the past few weeks by asking things like what he wanted for his birthday, or what he wanted to do to celebrate. Little did he know, you already had a plan in place to give him the best birthday that he’d had in a very, very long time. Today, you had to try and execute the next phase of your birthday plot, which required a little luck, and finding Javi’s cell phone.

Once you heard the water of the shower running, you knew you were in the clear. You shuffled over to Javi’s side of the bed, where his pants from the night before were still laying in a heap on the floor. Digging through his back pocket, you pulled out his cell phone, opening it up to press through the contacts page. “I really hope he only knows one Steve…” you mumbled to yourself as your finger clicked on the down arrow, scrolling through the names on the tiny screen. “Samuel H… Sargent Davis… Oh yes, here we go! Steve!” You were relieved to find there was only one Steve saved in his phone, assuming that it had to be his former partner Steve Murphy. You quickly ran out to the kitchen to grab a notepad and a pen to scribble down his number before closing his phone and folding the piece of paper, stashing it away in your nightstand.

After you had opened up to Javi about your brother, Patrick, he slowly started to reciprocate, letting you dive deeper into his past life in Colombia, beginning to share stories from his time halfway around the world. One of the things you had quickly picked up on was how much he really liked his former DEA partner, despite how many times he had told you he was the biggest pain in his ass he had ever met. So much so, that a few weeks ago, Javi had gone out of his way to call Steve, just to catch up and talk, learning that his friend had moved to the San Antonio area not too long ago, looking to get away from the hustle and bustle of Miami. The conversation had ended with them saying they should get together at some point, and the party you had been planning for Javi seemed like just the right occasion to try and reunite him with his old friend. The plan was to try and call him today while Javi was at work and pray that he really was the right Steve you were looking for, and that he and his family would be able to come down and celebrate.

Satisfied with your mission, you slipped on one of Javi’s now many shirts that lived in your drawers, his collection of clothes at your apartment seeming to grow by the week as the two of you spent more and more time together. You headed out to the kitchen, pouring yourself your mandatory cup of coffee before you got to work on breakfast.

As Javi made his way down the hall, freshly showered and suited up for work, he leaned up against the wall, enjoying the new favorite part of his morning routine. It didn’t take long for Javi to start spending practically every night at your apartment once the two of you had started dating, his presence in your home becoming an almost permanent fixture in your day to day life. It took even less time for Javi to quickly discover there were few things he loved more than coming into the kitchen after he had showered and gotten himself ready for work to find you in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts, singing along to whatever music you had picked for the morning as you cooked breakfast. It had now become ingrained as his favorite part of his morning, taking a few extra minutes just to lean against the kitchen wall and stare, taking in everything about your sweet and sassy self that made his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest every time he watched you dance and sing around the kitchen. This morning’s choices were his navy blue DEA shirt and Hall and Oats, already finding you singing louder than usual to “You Make My Dreams Come True.”

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” He chuckled, standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin against your shoulder as he watched you scramble the eggs in the pan below you.

“Well it’s hard to be in a bad mood when you wake up to getting dicked down by your super hot boyfriend who comes out of the shower in his stupidly attractive suits for work.” You giggled as he kissed your shoulder, giving your ass a playful smack. “I could say the same for you, ya goof.”

“Like you said Osita, hard to be in a bad mood when you wake up next to the most beautiful woman in the world and come out to find her making you breakfast in nothing but your shirt. The sex part’s alright too, I guess.” You nudged your elbow into his stomach as you both laughed.

“Oh please, like you weren’t practically begging me to go for a second round this morning. Here, eat your breakfast, you horny menace.” You giggled as you put the finished eggs on a plate and handed them off to him.

Per usual, Javi had already almost inhaled his food by the time you sat down to eat with him, taking a big mouthful of your eggs as he cleared his plate. “Any plans for today, Osita?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee out of the Star Wars mug that had now become his personal favorite after had finished watching the last of the 3 movies a few weeks ago.

“Just some errands and stuff.” You tried your best to keep a straight face, knowing that you weren’t really lying about your plans for today, but you also weren’t exactly telling the truth. “Should probably start working on getting stuff ready for going back to school. I need to accept the fact that summer’s gonna come to an end at some point, as much as I don’t want it to.” You shrugged, trying to change the subject of Javi’s initial question. “Your complimentary breakfast and lunch every morning may not be as frequent once I have to go back to work, so I apologize in advance.”

“No need to apologize, baby. You’ve spoiled me for the past few months. Just means I get to wake up early and make you breakfast now.” He stood up, grabbing his plate to bring it over to the sink, stopping first to give you a kiss on the forehead. After cleaning up, Javi downed the rest of his coffee and gathered his things to head out the door, preparing for the second favorite part of his morning, giving you one last hug and kiss goodbye before leaving for work. “Have a great day, Osita. Can’t wait to see you later. I love you.” He draped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as you still sat in your kitchen chair, planting a kiss on your cheek as you turned around to face him.

“Love you too, Jav. Have a good day.” You stretched your neck towards him as he leaned down, your lips meeting softly and tenderly, leaving smiles on your parted mouths as you pulled away. Closing the door behind him, you gave him a soft smirk, the both of you beginning your internal countdown of the hours that needed to pass until you saw each other again.

As soon as you heard the door lock, you waited a moment before you ran back to your room, grabbing the piece of paper with Steve’s phone number, hoping it was early enough to try and catch him before he got to work. You took a deep breath, wanting to make a good first impression on Javi's friend, even if it was just over the phone. You punched the numbers written on your note into the keypad, sitting on the couch as you let the dial tone ring.

“Hello?” a low voice with a pronounced twang answered.

“Hi, is this um, is this Steve?” You asked, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip, crossing your fingers that you had the right number written down from Javi’s contacts.

“Yeah, this is Steve. Who’s askin’? Sorry, gimme one sec- Hey Connie, Olivia wants to know if she’s stayin’ late for soccer practice today. Okay, yeah, I’ll remind her. Hey sorry, tryin’ to get the girls off to summer camp and daycare or God knows where. Jesus, I cannot wait for school to start again. Sorry, who’d you say you were?” You let out a little sigh of relief hearing Connie and Olivia’s names, knowing you for sure had the right Steve.

“I’m um, I’m Javi’s girlfriend.” You introduced yourself.

“Well I’ll be damned. You really are real.” You could hear him chuckle to himself through the other end of the phone. “Javi wouldn’t shut up about you when we talked a few weeks ago. I’d never thought I’d live to see the day I saw that man so in love. What can I help ya with?” You smiled to yourself, blushing at the fact Javi hadn’t talked to Steve in months and you were the thing he was most excited to bring up.

“Well, I heard from Javi last time the two of you talked that you moved to San Antonio not too long ago. I don’t know if you remember, but Javi’s birthday is coming up, and I’m trying to throw him a surprise birthday party and I wanted to invite you. I’m sure he’d love to see you- Connie and your daughters, too. The party’s going to be Saturday the 16th at 3:00 at his dad’s ranch! I completely understand that it’s a big ask, and kind of last minute, but I figured I’d at least try!”

“Awh shit, it is, isn’t it. I do owe that old man a few years worth of birthday whiskey. Lemme go talk to my wife real quick, hang on.” You heard him set the phone down as you held your phone up between your ear and shoulder, grabbing your notepad to write down a list of things you needed to get today while you waited for Steve’s response. “Hey, you still there?” You heard his voice again through the receiver.

“Yup, still here!”

“Looks like that old man’s about to have some more birthday guests. Con just wants to make sure it’s really okay if we bring the girls.”

“Absolutely! Lots of friends and family are coming, so there will be plenty of other kids there, too! Thanks Steve, I know this will really mean a lot to him.”

“Perfect. I sure do miss that asshole. Thanks for the invite. I guess we’ll see you on the 16th.”

“Thanks again, Steve!”

“Of course. And hey- I wasn’t jokin’ when I said that he wouldn’t shut up about you. You got him head over heels in love. I think I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen that grumpy bastard smile and I could practically hear him grinnin’ through the phone. Glad to know he found someone who makes him happy.” You could hear the other end of the line click as Steve hung up the phone, leaving you with nothing but an ear to ear grin as you grabbed your list and got yourself ready for the day.

You had really been putting Javi’s lie detector skills to the test the past few weeks, going out during the day to meet with Chucho at the ranch to work together to plan Javi’s surprise party. Javi’s dad was absolutely thrilled with the idea after you had brought it up in secrecy one night when you and Javi had gone over for dinner, and was enthusiastic as can be to try and help you make the day a special memory for his son. Today was the last day you could be over at the Peña ranch to help with preparations without raising too many suspicions from Javi, losing out on your excessive free time as you needed to start preparing for the beginning of the new school year. Heading in with your arms full from your massive trip you had just taken for party food and decorations, you walked into the Peña home looking for Chucho.

“Hey Chucho, it’s me!” You shouted, kicking your shoes off at the door as you balanced your grocery bags in your arms.

“Hola, Mija! I’m in the kitchen!” He shouted from across the house, his tone warm and joyful. You grunted as you set down your bags on the table, finding Chucho in his usual spot at the stove, cooking something for the two of you to eat as you talked party details.

“What’s on the menu today, chef? It smells delicious!” You smiled, unpacking the groceries as Chucho wiped his hands on his apron, waddling over to help you.

“Chilaquiles. Figured it’s still early enough for breakfast food, and I know it’s your favorite.” He chuckled to himself as he watched you pull more and more items out of the brown paper bags. “Dios mio, mija. Did you buy the entire store?”

“It feels like it. With how many people we have coming, I don’t even know if this is going to be enough! Steve is coming, too! And his wife and daughters. I just called him today. I really think Javi’s gonna be excited to see him.” You grinned, your heart feeling full thinking about how many people wanted to come celebrate Javi on his birthday.

“Oh, estupendo! (Wonderful!) He will be thrilled. Wait, how did you manage to invite him without Javier finding out?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he walked back over to the stove to turn off one of the burners.

“I have my ways.” You smirked as you gave your shoulders a little shrug, organizing the items on the table.

“Chiflado.” (Crazy). He snickered, plopping an egg on each of your plates over the fried tortillas and sauce. “That one can be our word for the day. It’s a good one. Here, eat, mija.” He smiled, passing a plate over to you as you sat down at the table, Chucho pulling out a chair to join you. Ever since you started meeting with Chucho a few weeks ago, you had asked him if he would help you work on your Spanish, knowing how important it was to Javi and his family. You cared so deeply for both the Peña men who were now a part of your life, and the least you could do was learn more of the language so deeply ingrained in their identities. Like most things you asked Chucho for help with, he was enamored by the idea, your request practically bringing him to tears. Since then, he’d been helping you learn more words and phrases, picking one to focus on each time you meet.

“Chiflado.” You repeated, taking a bite full of your food. “What does that one mean?”

“Someone who is crazy, a little bit nutty. It’s a good one for you, mija, and Javier.” You both laughed at each other, enjoying his use of the word.

“That is a good one. Good one for me and you today since this is the last chance we have to plan together before the party.”

“Es la verdad.” (It’s the truth.) So tell me, Chiflado, what’s our plan for today?” He winked at you as he set down his fork over his already cleared plate.

“Well, I was thinking you could work on food, and I could help with decorations, since it’ll involve a lot of getting up and down off of chairs, and before you can tell me you’d be just fine, I don’t need to hear you whisper “Punta madre, me dulele las rodillas (Motherfucker, my knees hurt.) all day when I could have just done it for you.” You looked at him sternly, knowing that Javi had definitely inherited his stubbornness from his father, often leaving you in Chucho in a battle of iron wills over helping each other.

“Fine, fine, fine.” He swatted his hand at you. “Just tell me soy un anciano (I’m an old man) and move on.” The both of you broke from your stubbornness, laughing playfully at one another. Chucho grunted as he stood up, outstretching his hand to take your plate back to the sink. You stood up out of your chair, pushing it behind you as you let out a quiet, nervous breath. You had been working up the courage to ask Chucho the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind for the past few weeks. Every time you tried, you’d chickened out, but with only one last meeting between the two of you before Javi’s birthday, you knew you had to do it now.

“Um, there is uh, one more thing I wanted to ask for your help with, if it’s okay.” You said shyly, Chucho turning his head in confusion at your now meak voice.

“Of course, Mija. Cómo puedo ayudarte? (How can I help you?).

“I- I wanted to know if Javi had a favorite food his mom used to make him before she passed. I really wanted to surprise him and make it for his birthday. But I know how special Lucia’s recipes are to you, and if you don’t want me to make it, I totally understand. I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, I wanted to ask for your help since-”

Before you could finish, Chucho was standing with his arms outstretched, tears welling in his eyes, as he pulled you in for a hug, tightly wrapping you in his grasp. “Oh Mija.” He whispered between gentle sobs. “I would love nothing more.” He took a step back from you, hands still grasping your shoulders as the wrinkles of his worn face crinkled from his smile. “She would have loved you, Mija. She would have loved you so much. I know she is smiling down on us, knowing the joy you have brought to our sweet Javier’s life. Dios la bendiga (God bless her), all she ever wanted was for him to be happy. It brings me peace to know she can rest a little easier, seeing the love and happiness you bring to our hijo. I know Javier is so thankful he found you, but know I am just as thankful, too.”

You could feel the tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as Chucho spoke. You wished you had words to tell him how much it meant. That you were so grateful to be a part of Javi’s life, so thankful that Chucho had loved and accepted you, like you were one of his own from the moment that you two had met. You wished you could tell him how honored you were that he thought so highly of you, when all you wanted to do was just make Javi happy. You wished you had those words, but right now, they couldn’t make it out. The best you could do through your tears was pull Chucho back in for a hug, letting out a shaky whisper.

“Thank you, Chucho. For everything.”

He pulled back once more, the both of you wiping the tears off your wet cheeks as you smiled at one another. “Of course, mija. Of course.” He paused for a moment to compose himself before wiping his hands on his apron with a mischievous grin. “Tears won’t taste any good in our stew. C’mon, let’s get cooking.”

Chucho pulled the well loved recipe box out of the shelf above the stove, flipping through its contents to pull out an index card covered in red sauce stains and tears around its edges. “Here we are. Pozole de pollo. Javier’s favorite dish. This is the last one from Lucia’s box I've yet to make.” He smiled to himself, gently holding the tattered recipe card in his hands before passing it off to you.

“Why haven’t you made it yet?” You asked curiously as you ran your finger up and down the worn recipe card.

“It’s the one that reminds me the most of her. Just haven’t been able to bring myself to make it. Now, I couldn’t be more excited to.” He beamed at you, grin stretched from ear to ear.

The two of you quickly got to work, Chucho walking you through each step, mentally noting to yourself all of the little details he pointed out as you worked your way through the directions. You wanted to make sure that you didn’t miss a thing, feeling the need to do the special recipe as much justice as you could. While waiting for things to boil and simmer, the two of you found yourself chatting away as you chopped the rest of the vegetables you needed for your sauce and garnishes.

“You know, pozole de pollo was the only thing Javier ever wanted to eat when he came home from college.” Chucho chuckled, chopping up the rest of the garlic he had in front of him. “Could eat a whole batch of it in a day, a bowl for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even in the dead heat of summer.”

“I believe it, that man is an eating machine.” You giggled, pulling out the chiles you’d finished soaking for your sauce. “Did he know he wanted to work for the DEA when he graduated?”

“I don’t know if he knew that, but he did always want to have some sort of job where he felt like he was making a difference. Always had a strong sense of right and wrong, and always wanted to help others. Lucia and I weren’t thrilled when he got the job, no parent wants to think about their child in danger. But you know as well as I do that our Javier is a stubborn man, and if he wants something, there is no stopping him until he gets it. That’s how I knew he was in love with you. Wouldn’t stop talking about you from the moment he met you. For goodness sake, he woke up at 5 in the morning to build a fence just to see you. He’s a man who knows what he wants.” You tried your best to hide the red of your blushing cheeks as Chucho blended the pozole sauce. “That’s how I know he is counting down the days until he can ask you to marry him.”

You just about dropped your ladle into the pot of boiling broth you were now stirring, hoping Chucho hadn’t heard the audible gasp you had made. “What… What did you say?” You asked as you gulped, trying to keep your cool.

“You heard what I said, Mija.” Chucho smirked, clearly enjoying your current flustered state. “Don’t worry, he hasn’t said anything to me… Yet. But like I said, when Javier knows what he wants, he won’t stop until he gets it. I’m sure if I asked him, he’d say he’ll give it a year, but I give it 6 months, tops.”

This time, the ladle you had been white knuckle grasping had now fallen to the floor, your face in absolute shock as your hand covered your face. “Wait, do you, are you… Chucho, are you being serious?”

“Mija, all I know is that Javier está enloquecido por ti y el te ama con todo su corazón. (Javier is crazy for you and loves you with his whole heart) and I am not getting any younger. I need some nietos (grandchildren) to spoil before I get too old.” His grin now even bigger as he chuckled to himself, watching your cheeks turn bright pink, taking every ounce of self restraint you had in you to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot. You bit down on your bottom lip, Chucho letting you have a few moments of peace as you turned back around to the stove to stir the pozole. Chucho just kept shaking his head and laughing to himself, almost as if he could hear the squeals of delight screaming in your head through the quiet silence of the kitchen as you continued cooking.

“Alright Mija, what do you think?” Chucho said, handing over a spoon now that the pozole was finally finished, simmering in its pot on the stove. You scooped some up, slurping down the warm broth as Chucho followed suit, letting out a satisfied hum.

“It’s delicious. No wonder it’s Javi’s favorite. What do you think? Is it okay?” You looked at him nervously, waiting for his response as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Just as good as I remember it, if not better. Javier will love it, almost as much as he loves you.” He winked, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder, smiling at the stew and then back up at you. “I have a feeling this will be the best birthday that he’s had in a very long time, thanks to you. Now, what do you say you listen to this old man swear at his knees as he helps you put up these decorations?”

You couldn’t believe it. Javi’s birthday was finally here, and everything had gone off without a hitch. Chucho had called one last time yesterday to let you know that everything was ready for the party, you had successfully hidden all your gifts and surprises in the apartment without them being discovered, and best of all, Javi hadn’t suspected a thing. You had made sure the night before to set your alarm to its quietest volume, praying that Javi wouldn’t hear and would sleep in long enough to let you put up some decorations in the apartment before making him breakfast and giving him a proper birthday good morning. Seemingly unstirred by your alarm, you tiptoed out of bed, trying your best not to wake Javi as he snored face down into his pillow. You grabbed some clothes before carefully closing the door behind you, fingers crossed that you could at least get another 30 minutes of sleep out of him. You quickly got to work taping the streamers and banners along the ceiling, topping off your decor with the balloons you had someone managed to hide in your coat closet. After setting out your gifts on the table, you quickly got to work on breakfast, indulging in your own family’s birthday tradition of confetti pancakes, which were really just pancakes with sprinkles and whip cream, but given Javi’s insatiable sweet tooth, you were sure they’d be a hit. You started with pancakes, along with the bacon and eggs, so focused on trying to get things done as quickly as possible, you hadn’t heard your bedroom door creek open down the hallway. Javi’s footsteps were soft and sleepy, the carpet of your apartment floors drowning out the sound as he finally stepped into the living room, speechless at what he saw.

“Osita…” His voice shook, mouth hanging half open in shock as he looked around at the colorful streamers and balloons that filled the apartment. He took another step further into the living room, now noticing the handmade banner that read “Happy Birthday, Javi!” in your cute, neat handwriting. He was still at a loss for words as he turned the corner in the kitchen to find you, finishing the last of your pancakes for the breakfast feast you had put together for him.

“No, go back to bed! Don’t look, I’m almost done! You didn’t see anything!” You ran towards him, trying your best to turn Javi around and force him back towards the bedroom. You pushed against his chest, trying to get him to move as he stood there for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, still taking in everything that you had set up for him.

“Baby… Did you… Is this… Is this all for me?” He asked, eyes glistening with joy, as he turned his head down to you, smiling in his grasp.

“No, I just really wanted to celebrate my birthday early. Yes, of course it’s for you. But right now, I need you to go back to bed for like 5 more minutes so I can finish and get my first present ready, pretty please?” You grinned at the tender expression on his face as he tried to process that you had really gone out of your way to do all of this for him.

“Baby, I told you, you didn’t need to get me anything, you already did so much, you don’t need to-”

“Javier Peña. It is your birthday. I want nothing more than to shower you with love and gifts and affection, but only if you go back into the bedroom and wait a teeny tiny bit longer and pretend it’s not your birthday yet for another few minutes.” You giggled, now shoving back into him, attempting to push his broad body down the hallway. He finally gave in, throwing his hands up, laughing as you guided him back into the bedroom, giving him a quick peck on the lips before closing the door behind him.

As promised, it didn’t take long for you to get yourself ready for Javi’s first present of the day, slowly opening back up the bedroom door to find Javi laying down in the bed, elbow resting on the mattress with his hand under his chin holding up his head. “You ready for it to be your birthday now?” You giggled, peeking your head through the crack of the open door.

“Yes, baby, I’m ready for it to be my- Oh, fuck me.” By the time you had made it through the doorway, Javi was sitting upright in bed, jaw just about on the floor as he watched you enter the room. You stood at the end of the bed in a lacy, black lingerie set- the bustier hugging against every curve of your body, its garters holding up the stockings pulled up your thighs, topped off with a strappy lace thong. You could hear how heavy Javi was breathing as he watched your every move towards him, his tongue darting out between his lips as he looked you up and down, soaking up every inch of you.

“Happy Birthday, Javi.” You winked, making your way towards the edge of the bed, watching as Javi’s eyes grow darker with lust. Your sweet voice was enough to already make his cock start to twitch, but that, paired with the fact you were all dressed up just for him had him half hard in seconds.

“Hermosa… Fuck… You look fucking incredible. Is this all for me, baby? Do I get to unwrap you like the pretty little present you are?” He rasped, practically climbing over the edge of the mattress to pull you into bed with him. He grabbed you by the hand, ushering you up onto the bed as you straddled over his lap, feeling how hard and heavy his dick had grown beneath you in his boxers. His hands slid along your sides, fingers tracing over the lacy fabric before he reached down to grab a handful of your ass, kneading your soft flesh between the strong grip of his fingertips.

“I don’t know… I thought you said that you didn’t want any presents.” You teased, Javi giving you a playful smack on the ass for your witty remark.

“If this is the only present I get to unwrap for the rest of my life, I’ll die a fucking happy man.” He mewled, grabbing your hips as he pushed you deeper into his lap, groaning as you rolled your hips against his cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear.

“Don’t worry, this one’s just the first of many. You can unwrap me however you want, birthday boy. Anything you want, I’m all yours.” Your words made him shutter as he looked up at you, a curious smirk growing under his mustache.

“Anything?” He whispered, licking his lips, his eyes filled with want and desire.

“Anything.” You cooed, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Fuck me…” He took one more look at you before grabbing you and flipping you on to your back, making you squeal. He kissed his way down your body, hot, wet presses of his lips against your skin and lace, covering you from your chest to your stomach. His hands ran up and down the meat of your thighs, fingers toying with the ends of your stockings before wrapping his arms under your legs, yanking you closer to him. He grazed his fingers over your thong, the fabric already soaked, as he pushed it to the side, revealing the slick pooling along your entrance.

“Jesus, Osita, haven’t even touched you yet and look at how wet you are for me. Fuck, I need to taste you, baby.” Spreading your legs open wider, he dove into your pussy like a man starved, feverishly lapping you up, tongue swirling and pressing against your already throbbing clit. It wasn’t long until his two fingers pushed inside you with ease, making you gasp as your back arched along the bed, whimpering at the way his mouth and hands worked against your heat.

“Javiiiii…” You whined, bucking your hips towards his face, already feeling the arousal starting to pool in your belly at the way he knew just how to make you come undone. “Baby, you feel so good, fuck, Javi, fuck.”

He removed his mouth for a moment, his breath hot against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he glanced up at you in delight. “Yeah? It feels good, Hermosa? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my face, let me taste that sweet fucking pussy?” You nodded frantically, practically feeling his smirk against you as his fingers curved, hitting the sweet spot inside you that had the heat building at the base of your spine. He licked long, flat strokes of his tongue against your clit, his hand thrusting deeper into you, moaning his name over and over as you squirmed underneath him, his free arm draping over your hips, holding you in place. You could feel how tightly you were beginning to clench around his hand, your pussy fluttering as you felt yourself reaching your high.

“Javi, Javi, Javiiiii.” His name the only words forming as your brain short circuited, coming closer and closer to your end.

“Keep saying my name, baby. I love the way you say it. Don’t hold back, Hermosa, let me hear how good it feels when I make you cum.” It only took a few more thrusts of his hand before you snapped, crying out his name as your pleasure rolled through you, your fists grasping at the bed sheets. You cunt clenched around him, squeezing his fingers as they still pulsed inside you, nowhere close to easing from their usual pace after Javi watched you fall apart beneath him. You could feel yourself panting, worked up and on the edge of overstimulation.

“Gonna give you one more, Osita. Doing so good for me, pretty girl. I know you can take it, baby, just a little bit more.” He purred, giving you a smug look before barely pressing his thumb against your clit, making you cry out from his touch, so sensitive and worked up from your first orgasm. The pad of his thumb pushed just a little bit harder, circling around your mound as you felt yourself on the brink of falling apart once more. Already so close, he slipped a third finger into your heat, the sweet stretch of his digits inside you making you lose yourself once more. Your moans were swallowed by his lips as he leaned down to kiss you, finally slowing his pace before removing his hand, leaving your legs trembling and breathing heavy as you tried to compose yourself. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He hummed, cradling the jaw of your blissed out face as he brought his other hand to your mouth, his fingers drenched and glistening from your slick. “Open.” His thumb pulled at your bottom lip as you complied. “Taste how sweet you are for me, baby. Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had, and it’s all fucking mine.” Your tongue swirled around his fingers as they rested in your mouth, sucking the tangy taste of you off of them before pulling back out.

“It’s all yours, Javi. It’s all yours.” You moaned, finally catching your breath enough to form a coherent thought.

“You really meant it, Osita? Anything I want?” His hands running up and down the length of your body, taking in how beautiful you looked beneath him, lace covered and blissed out, all for him.

“Anything you want.” You repeated, the sweet brown gaze of his eyes locking with yours.

“Hands and knees, baby.” He smirked, grabbing you by the waist as he pulled you up, propping you on all fours as he shuffled behind you on the bed, smacking your ass before gently massaging your flesh. “I fucking love you so much, you know that? Fuck, I’m so lucky. So lucky that you’re mine, all dressed up just for me, Jesus Christ, you’re fucking perfect.” You whimpered as you felt him line himself up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, the lips of your pussy still soaked and puffy from your last two orgasms.

“Fuck, I love you too Jav-ahhhhhhh.” You gasped as you felt Javi bottom out inside of you, the angle of him pushing himself into from behind always stretching you in a way that had you speechless. He paused for a moment before slowly beginning to rock his hips, only pushing himself halfway in, savoring how sweet you felt. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became deeper, his cock brushing against your cervix, punching into the spot that had your vision going white, leaving you trembling and breathless. You could hear how wet you were, the sounds of him pounding in and out of your weeping pussy on top of the grunts and whimpers between you two had the room sounding borderline pornagraphic.

Despite how amazing it felt as he pumped in to you, there was a part of you that was surprised that fucking you from behind was all he wanted after you had given him free reign for his birthday. Javi loved your ass, and that was putting it lightly. The man worshiped it, and being on your hands and knees was a position you found yourself in frequently in the bedroom, so you were surprised that this was his choice. That was until you felt his fingers reaching under your thong, pulling the lace even further to the side, the wet spit of his mouth on your ass, his hand creeping further down the base of your spine until it stopped there.

Oh.

You felt his thumb press against the tight ring of your muscle, swirling his spit as you shuttered, cunt clenching at the thought of what he was about to do. You knew why he wanted you like this. Oh, fuck.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, gently pressing the pad of his thumb more firmly against your tight hole, making you whine in delight.

You nodded desperately, your response practically incoherent as it babbled from your brain, falling off your tongue. “Yes, oh my god, Javi.”

“Osita, tell me if it’s too much. If it’s too much I’ll stop right away, okay? Promise you’ll tell me?” God, this man was about to put his thumb in your ass and he still found a way to make it sweet.

“I promise.”

“Okay.” He kept his thrusts inside you steady as you felt his thumb breach inside, making you whine. Audibly whine. His thumb was barley in you and it felt so tight, the feeling of how full you felt making you wetter by the second. “Relax baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Doing so good for me, sweet girl.” He hummed, his praise deep and horse. You took a deep breath, feeling yourself relax as he pushed his thumb in further, making you whimper as you felt your clit absolutely throbbing with each press of his digit inside you. “You okay?” He asked, leaning over you, nipping at your shoulder as you shook your head yes, your brain an absolute loss for words. You gasped as you felt his thumb exit, being replaced by his two fingers pushing deeper into your tight hole. You felt so full, the size of his cock and the thickness of his fingers had you whimpering, clawing at the bed sheets underneath you. The thrusts of both his dick and hand slowly began to pick up their pace, feeling yourself throbbing in delight from the stimulation. It was like you could feel every nerve in your body screaming in pleasure, you were barely hanging on by a thread, painfully close to your end. All it took was the slightest press of the heel of Javi’s palm against your clit before you were screaming out his name once more.

“Javi, fuck, fuck oh my god, Javi, I’m gonna-ahhhhhAHHH.”

Your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, leaving every inch of your body trembling, practically seeing stars from how hard you came. That was all it took for Javi to follow suit. He was already so worked up from the image of you, riled up and moaning his name, that watching you cum as hard as you did sent him over the edge instantly. It took all of his self restraint to not come from the moment you had agreed to let him play with your ass. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it more often than not, wanting to pleasure you in any way he could, and now that you had let him, it was game over. With only a few more pumps, he found himself rapidly pounding into you as he chased his own high.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come too. Did so good for me, my good girl taking me so well. My fucking perfect girl. Quiero estar contigo para siempre, Osita. Te quiero con toda mi alma. (I want you forever, Osita. I love you with all my soul.) Fuck, I’m-” You could feel his cock throbbing as he pulsed inside you, spilling deep into your walls, milking himself of ever last drop as he slumped over your body, your chests rising and falling together. After catching his breath, Javi pulled out, the mixture of the two of you running still down your thighs as he quickly got up to go wash his hands and grab a towel, laughing as he returned from the bathroom to find you face down in the bed, sprawled out across the mattress. “You okay, baby?” He shook his head as he sat down on the bed next to you, running his hand across your back.

“Ho-ly shit.” You rasped, face pressed against your pillow before lifting it up to look over at Javi. “Javi… holy fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my entire life. I think I’m dead. I think I died and went to heaven.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Osita.” He chuckled at your dramatics, gently wiping the cloth against you and cleaning you up before tossing it in the hamper. “To be fair, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard either. Happy fucking birthday to me. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had and it’s not even 10:00 AM yet. God, I love you.” You sat up as he grabbed your face, pulling you in for a long, deep kiss, a grin spreading across his lips as your mouths met.

“Well then you’re in luck, your day’s just gettin’ started, birthday boy.” You winked, playfully pinching his cheek as the two of you laughed.

“Does this mean I finally get to go out and see the rest of the apartment now?” Javi smiled, now remembering all the decorations you had set up for him around the house that he had only half appreciated in his shocked and sleepy state.

“Absolutely. I’ve got breakfast and more presents for you too.”

“God, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve you?”

“I could ask myself the same thing.”

Your hunch about the confetti pancakes was absolutely correct, losing track of how many Javi had eaten, considering you’d stopped counting after 4. To you, the decorations that you had set up around the apartment were just a fun touch to help celebrate, but to Javi, it was about the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for him. It almost brought you to tears seeing how excited Javi was that you had got him balloons, streamers, a handmade banner that he couldn’t seem to stop complimenting, even when you insisted that all you did was just write a little more neatly than usual. Javi meant everything to you, and the fact that you were able to bring him so much joy from something so small made your heart burst at the seams. If he was this excited from just decorations, you were really gonna have to ease him into the rest of the day.

“You ready for your presents, or do I need to make another batch of pancakes?” You laughed as Javi finished off what had to have been his 6th pancake, squirting the can of whipped cream in his mouth to top it off.

“Baby, I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything. You’ve already done more than enough for me.” He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he leaned back in his chair.

“Let me rephrase- I bought you presents and I’m giving them to you. Can I please give them to you now?” You folded your arms over your chest as you gave Javi a stubborn look.

“Yes, fine. Thank you. They better not be fucking expensive, you don’t need to be spending that kind of money on me.” He grumbled as you handed him over the first gift, slowly taking the tissue paper off the top of the bag.

“Will you stop being such a party pooper and just open your damn gifts? I’m a big girl, I can spend my money how I want, and I wanted to spend it on you.” You sassed as he shook his head, pulling out a silky blue and red checkered tie out of the gift bag. He smiled as he picked it up, running his hands over the fabric.

“This is really, really nice, thank you, Osita.”

“You’re welcome. I figured it’d look good with any of your suits, and that you’d look handsome in it, regardless. Okay, next one!” You grinned, handing him over the next box, waiting excitedly for his reaction as he ripped off the wrapping paper. As Javi peeled the rest of it back, his eyes widened as he looked at the box before looking back up at you in shock.

“Osita…” He stared at you for a moment, just holding the box in his hands, almost as if he was refusing to see what was inside.

“Will you just open it, please?” You pleaded, having a feeling this was going to be his reaction to your gift. Carefully, he took the lid off the box, his head shaking as he saw what was inside. Gently, he pulled the silver watch out, holding it in his hands as he stared at you with those big, brown puppy dog eyes.

“Baby… This is fucking nice. Like, so nice. Do you know how expensive these are? You didn’t need to do this, I can’t-”

“You have been constantly complaining about how your watch does work and you needed a new one. I know it's expensive, but it’s your birthday and you deserve it. And don’t you dare try and tell me to return it, I will come over and put that watch on your wrist myself if I have to.” You raised an eyebrow at him before he could rebuttal, biting down on his tongue as he smiled, slipping on the watch. He got up from his seat, cupping your face, kissing you deeply and tenderly.

“Thank you, Osita. You’re amazing. I don’t deserve any of this. I just- thank you.” His thumb rubbed along your jaw as he cradled your face, practically feeling the genuine joy and appreciation radiate from him.

“There’s one more thing I still have to give you.” You beamed, trying your best to contain your excitement for the final gift you had for Javi.

“Baby, there’s more? You already got me way too much, please-”

You cut him off, holding out the tiny black box that you had been hiding behind you, gesturing down at it for him to take it, your hands shaky as you nervously passed off the gift. With a sigh, Javi took it, undoing the bow you had tied as he opened the package, looking at it with confusion.

“A key?” He asked, puzzled by the present.

“Go take it and stand out in the hallway.” You requested, Javi complying but still utterly confused as to what was happening. Javi stood on the opposite side of your doorway facing you, giving him a little wave before closing it on him and clicking the lock.

“Osita, what is happening?” You heard him laugh through the other side of the door.

“Use the key!” You insisted, smiling to yourself as you heard the doorknob rattle, Javi twisting it open as he walked back into the apartment. You grinned at him in anticipation, hoping that he had caught on, but Javi still appeared to be completely oblivious to the point of gift.

“It’s a key to your apartment?” He questioned, a confused look still spread across his face.

“Mmmhmmmm.” You nodded, over dramatically, waiting for it to click with him.

“Baby, I’m really sorry, I don’t understand.” He laughed, running his hand over his face, shaking his head. You put your hands on your hips, looking at him, bewildered how he still had no idea what the key meant.

“Wow, I really thought your detective skills would have come into play on this one, Agent Peña, but I guess not. Javi. It’s your own key to the apartment. I- I want you to move in with me.”

“Osita… Are you… Baby, are you serious?” He stood there frozen in shock, his jaw hanging open as he processed what you had just said.

“I mean, only if you want to, I know it’s kinda fast and I don’t want you to feel pressured, but I- OH!” You shrieked as Javi locked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you up as you wrapped your legs around the small of your back, draping his arms around his shoulders. You could feel his smile against your skin as he peppered you with kisses, making you giggle and squeal as he spun you around the living room.

“You’re really being serious?” He beamed at you, his grin stretching wide across his face as the tears welled behind his eyes.

“Of course I’m being serious, ya goof. I love you, Jav.” Your face mirrored his as your happy tears streamed down your cheeks, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you hugged him tightly, Javi squeezing you closer to his chest as he held you.

“I love you so much. Fuck, of course I’ll move in with you. There’s nothing else I’d rather do than spend every day coming home to you. Me haces muy feliz. Eres más de lo que merezco. Tú y yo juntos por siempre, Osita."(You make me so happy. You’re more than I deserve. It’s you and me forever, Osita.)

"Tú y yo contra el mudo, Javier Peña." (You and me against the word, Javier Peña.)

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Love Looks Good On You. (a.t)

CHAPTER TWO

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Velaryon!OC

Summary: viserra wakes up to her grandparents informing her about her father so called "death".

Warnings: mentions of parent death, so a little angst.

a/n: little filler but that's okay it's just that xavier thorpe has been preoccupying my mind lately...

all translations of high valyrian come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

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Unknowing to Viserra, in the middle of the night Laenor slipped out of the iron grip that she held on him. He fled Driftmark with Ser Qarl as soon as the sun rose.

"Viserra, Darling, wake up," Rhaenys shook Viserra gently causing the girl to stir in her sleep. "My darling, please."

"Yes, grandmother?" Viserra yawned as she rubbed her eyes. Once her vision cleared she noticed both her grandparents sitting in front of her with looks of dread written across their faces. Viserra's mind was led back to her conversation with her father last night. "No."

"Viserra, it's about your father," Corlys started.

"No. No, not him. Anyone but him," tears started to fill Viserra's eyes.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Rhaenys pulled the girl into her embrace.

Viserra whimpered out, "How?"

Though Laenor warned her about this last night, she questioned what if they did get to him. Would she ever see her father again? Only a matter of time could tell now, but what was she supposed to do until then?

"He was found in the hall, charred in the fireplace," Corlys muttered as he wrapped his arms around his wife and granddaughter's sobbing figures.

"They did this," Viserra cried. "They killed him."

Corlys tried to reason with her, "Viserra, no one could have possibly known."

"No. They did this for their own selfish reasons because I was named heir. They mean to kill me next."

"We would never let anything happen to you," Rhaenys shushed her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Viserra, come walk with me," Alicent said as she passed Viserra and Aegon in the corridor.

"Yes, Your Grace," Viserra pecked a now sad-looking Aegon on the cheek and promised him to catch up after the walk.

"I heard about your father. You have my deepest condolences, I could never imagine such loss at your age," Alicent spoke out as they both walked out on the shore near to the water. Viserra felt that her words weren't only about losing Laenor, but more about what happened with her mother.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Viserra responded.

"No more titles, Viserra. You are to marry my son soon it is only right if you call me Alicent," The Queen smiled warmly at her. "Now recalling to it, I never had the chance to properly thank you."

"What for?"

"For what you did for Aemond. He told me how you rushed to try and save him. You were not even involved in their petty arguments, but you still went to defend Aemond. Even getting hurt in the process, that is something I will never be able to repay you for," Alicent admitted to Viserra.

"But I failed?" Viserra questioned in regret believing if she was a second faster in her movements Aemond's eye could have been saved.

Alicent stopped in her tracks and pulled Viserra by her wrist into a hug. It had been so long to feel a motherly embrace that wasn't Rhaenys that Viserra practically melted in Alicent's arms.

"It does not matter whether you failed or not, my dear. It is the fact that was your first instinct of what to do. From the moment Aemond told me that, I knew I can always be able to trust you to do what is best for them," Alicent explained to her. "They are stubborn, my boys."

"I would do it all again if it meant your sons would be safe," Viserra claimed.

"Oh, my darling girl, you do not know how thankful I am for you being in their lives. Aegon absolutely loves you with his very being, and Aemond looks up to you," Alicent told her. "It was torture for Aegon when Rhaenyra moved your family to Dragonstone."

Viserra tensed in her arms after Alicent said the word family. She broke away from Alicent with a small smile.

"That boy is full of complaints," Viserra laughed. "The letters he would send me were just filled with him telling me how bored he was."

"Sounds like Aegon," Alicent breathed out a small laugh.

"Okay, we will visit you in a few moons, so do not grow up too much yet," Rhaenys smiled at Viserra tucking a loose piece of her hair behind her ear.

"We are always a raven away if you ever need us for anything," Corlys reminded Viserra as he pulled her into a hug. "I mean it, Viserra. Anything."

"Yes, Grandfather, I know," Viserra laughed.

"Corlys, quick smothering the girl or she might not even make it back to King's Landing at this rate," Rhaenys joked.

"Oh, hush, you two," Corlys shushed them.

"Be careful when you are riding Silverwing back, always be-" Rhaenys started.

"Loud and clear, I know," Viserra gave a small bittersweet smile remembering the way Laenor would always remind her about being loud and clear with her commands before riding Silverwing.

"I will never understand how you two do not get sick from flying that high in the air," Corlys gave a small shiver as he thought about dragon back.

"I will never understand how you are willing to wait that long on a ship to get to places," Viserra countered.

"Oh my-" Corlys sighed. "Viserra, you tell me if that Aegon boy is causing you any trouble alright?"

"Yes, of course," she replied. "That's only if I don't get to him first."

"That's my girl," Corlys smiled.

"Okay, be safe out there, and we love you," Rhaenys told the girl.

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Sarah Stark - Just Us Chapter 38

Warnings: Angst, Hurt, Conflict, Mentions and Talks Of Death, Small Panic Attack.

Word Count: 2586

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You're married!?" Wanda's voice is laced with anger.

"Okay Wanda we heard you the first time no need to shout it out again. Why do you care anyway?" Tony hisses at Wanda.

"Not the time Tony." I grit my teeth, trying to hold all my emotions in.

"Because I am dating your daughter-in-law." Wanda pushes herself off of the couch her and Natasha are on, her words venomous.

"Oh I see what's happening here. Wanda…."

"Stark shut it." I interrupt him before he can say anything else to add fuel to the fire.

"Right! Morgan, Natasha let's leave these two to talk." Morgan makes her way to Tony who lifts her up and Natasha stands from the couch, her eyes boring into mine.

"Leave these two to talk. What is there to talk about? She is married to your daughter! Isn't it obvious what is going on. Your daughter-in-law is a filthy cheat!" She spits out as she moves towards me, her hand moves quickly and I flinch. She ends up pointing her finger up at me. "You disgust me."

"Miss Romanoff!" Tony's voice echoes around the room and she falls silent. "I said let them talk."

Natasha huffs out an angry puff of air before turning on her heels to look at Wanda who simply nods, not trusting her words. She turns back around to look at me pointing an accusing finger but before she can do or say anything else Tony is pushing her out of the room with his free hand.

"Pepper escort Natasha back to her office where you will stay, me and Morgan will join you once I've got her a drink." Tony's voice softens as he speaks to his wife, as the door shuts behind him.

The room falls quiet. The tension is so thick I feel like I am being strangled by a pair of invisible hands. Wanda is pacing backwards and forwards in front of the couch mumbling away to herself, not that I can hear what she is saying. I don't move a muscle afraid of the repercussions if I did. I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes follow her movements.

"Wanda." I don't get to finish as she comes to a halt in front of me, her nostrils flaring her face red with anger.

"No! No! You don't get to hey Wanda me! You are married for fuck sake Y/n! What, was I some sort of game to you! Some sort of have your fun then dump me on the side of the road?! Was I even something to you! You told me you loved me, you promised me! You promised me that you would never hurt me the way Vis did! But here we are! You have hurt me, so fucking much! And your poor wife! What is she going to say?!" She fumes saying everything that is on her mind. "Do you even care how I feel about this whole thing? What about the boys? They adore you! What am I going to tell them now? Oh by the way boys turns out that it was all big fucking lie! Y/n never loved us and do you know why she never loved us. Well I will tell you. Because she is fucking MARRIED! SHE HAS A FUCKING WIFE AT HOME!"

"Wanda." My voice barely a whisper that I don't hear it myself as Wanda continues.

"My friends, my friends trusted you! Natasha trusted you! My little boys trusted you! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU WITH EVERYTHING I HAD! And you throw it in my face like it's some useless words on a scrap of paper! How fucking dare you!" She pushes her hands into her hair gripping it tightly as she gets angrier and angrier. "I should have listened to Natasha when she said you were hiding something! Deep down I knew it too but I didn't want to believe that because you made me so fucking happy. You made me happy for the first time in a long time and then you just go and rip my heart out of my chest like none of it mattered! Did I actually matter to you Y/n?! Did you actually give a fuck about me and how I was feeling?! Or was it all just a fucking act!"

"Wanda." My voice is louder this time, and she turns to look at me with tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks too, but I stand my ground as she seethes at me.

"What Y/n? What could you possibly say to fix this?! There is no fixing it! You have completely destroyed anything that we had going!"

"They died Wanda!" I shout at her not being able to get a word in-between hers, and all her movement stops and her jaw opens and closes.

"What?" Her voice is quiet and breaks a little.

"They died….she, she died….they both did."

"Both?" She slowly takes a step towards me, all of her anger disappearing from her body morphing into concern.

"My wife and m-m- my 2 month old baby girl." I take a couple steps back and when I feel my legs hit the desk I slide down to the floor and a loud sob escapes my mouth.

"Y/n...I…" Wanda moves towards me, bending down to match my height. "Y/n...can...can I touch you?"

"Mhmm." In an instant her arms are around my body as uncontrollably sobs take over me.

Wanda sits on her knees pulling my head down to her chest, my hands move to grip the front of her shirt pulling on it slightly. My knuckles turning white the longer I hold on, I can feel Wanda's arms wrapped around my head holding it in place against her beating heart. Her hands weave through my hair as she rocks us side to side.

"Shhh….shhhh...I've got you. I've got you Y/n, okay. I have you, I'm right here." Her voice is no longer angry, but it's transformed into this calm, level and soothing voice that I concentrate on. "Just listen to my voice, my heart beat, feel my hands in your hair and my shirt in yours. I have you. You've got me. I am right here."

It took me forever to calm down, now be proud of me I didn't have a panic attack, just a very emotion fueled breakdown. Wanda held me in her arms the whole time whispering reassurances in my ear making sure I knew she was there and willing to listen. I loosen my grip on her shirt first which is now soaked through either my tears, I feel her look down as I remove them completely resting them against my own damaged heart. I don't have the nerve to move my head to look up at her, so I keep it on her chest, her arms securely wrapped around it.

"I'm sorry. I should have been honest with you from the start." It's the first words out of my mouth, I have to let her know that I truly am sorry and that I will apologise till the end of my day's making sure she knows it.

"You have nothing to apologise for." I scrunch my brows in confusion, why is she being so nice to me.

"But I do. I hurt you, I hurt you badly. Don't be nice to me when I hurt you."

"You didn't mean to hurt me."

"But I did."

"But you didn't mean it. And it only hurt badly because I thought I was a homewrecker. That you had used me. I didn't know you were a widow."

"How would you? I didn't tell you." She pulls me closer to her, I feel her lips connect with the top of my head as she plants multiple kisses up there.

"Were you ever going to tell me you were a widow?" I swallow harshly.

"I was." It's the truth. "I was going to sit you down and tell you. I had this whole idea of making you food and spending time with you so you know how much I love you. Then I was going to ask you to sit down so I could tell you something. You weren't meant to find out like this."

"I know baby, you're okay." She gives my head another kiss. "When did she pass away?"

"It will be 2 years next month, on the 8th of November. My baby girl would have been 2 this year." My bottom lip quivers as I think about the prospect of my child not growing up.

"You were only 20 when she died?"

"Mhmm. She had just turned 21." Wanda continues to stroke her hand through my hair, placing kisses on the top of my head every now and again.

"How long were you married?" Wanda's questions are cautious but I am glad she is asking them because I need to tell her.

"We were married for two years. We married in 2017 a few weeks after I turned 18."

"What was her name?"

"Sarah. Sarah Stark."

"Can you look at me please baby?" I reluctantly move my head away from her chest, closing my eyes as I lean my head against the desk.

I take a few deep breaths before opening my eyes, looking at the wall ahead. Wanda's hand grasps mine that's fallen into my lap giving it a squeeze. I take a shaky breath as I slowly turn my head to the right to look at Wanda who is still sitting on her knees next to me. I can't meet her eyes so I just look down into her lap.

"Dorogoy please look at me." Her voice is patient and it almost makes me cry again. "Baby please."

My bottom lip quivers more as I move my head upwards, my eyes still trained to Wanda's lap. I push my lips together to try and get the bottom one to stop moving, to no avail and slowly move my eyes up Wanda's body preparing myself to meet hers. The tears start freeling rolling down my cheek when I see nothing but love and a bit of sadness in Wanda's eyes, her cheeks stained with old tears. My bottom lip moves rapidly as my emotions take over. Wanda cups my face stroking her thumbs against my cheek to try and rid them of some of the tears. She brings her forehead to mine, her eyes darting from left to right but I can hardly see out of mine with how many tears they are holding.

I feel Wanda's thumbs move from my cheeks to between my cheekbones and eyes, where she gently rubs them left to right pulling the skin slightly so that my tears can escape. I blink rapidly a few times trying to clear my field of vision and when I do I am met by the view of the most beautiful and amazing woman but I still feel so fucking guilty within myself that I didn't have the guts to tell her.

"I'm sorry Wanda. I am so fucking sorry. I feel so fucking horrid for not telling you before, I should have told you. I should...I should have told you." Her hands move back to cup my cheeks as she pulls my face up gently making sure I am looking at her.

"Y/n stop." I suck in a breath, her words stern but ultimately caring. "Please just stop. You my sweet, sweet girl have nothing and I mean nothing to apologise for. You shouldn't have to apologise to me about how you couldn't tell me you lost someone you loved."

"But you told me about vision."

"Oh my sweet baby. They are two completely different situations. I told you about vision because we divorced, because the children I wanted you to meet also have a father involved and I knew he would be brought up. I didn't tell you about vision under some false obligation that you would do the same. Divorcing someone who you no longer love is on the complete opposite scale when it comes to having what you love most torn away from you. So please do not apologise for this. Do you understand me dorogoy?"

I have no words, I'm not even sure my own voice works at this point so I just nod and take my bottom lip between my teeth trying to stop it from moving again. Wanda moves her hand down to my jaw, her thumb pulls at my bottom lip until it slides out from underneath my teeth. She strokes her thumb across my lip before moving it so she can kiss my lips. Her left hand moves to the back of my head to pull my face closer as her right hand holds onto my jaw, her pinky finger resting underneath it while her other fingers spread out up to my cheek.

The kiss is full of emotion, as she gives my bottom lip most of the attention not letting up as my hands weave into her hair to hold her close to me. When she starts breathing through her nose she slowly releases my lip from her, pulling hers away so they are ghost mine as she rests her forehead against mine.

She pulls me with her as she sits back against the desk, her feet under her butt as she sits on them, her right hand pulls my head to rest on her left shoulder. I look up at her emerald eyes, once again getting lost in the forest of greens and other colors that swirl together. Wanda looks down at me, I can't decipher how she is truly feeling but I just hope we can work through this.

"There is nothing to work through Y/n."

"I didn't say anything?" Wanda looks down at me, a small smile tugs at her lips.

"You didn't have to." She pecks my forehead. "There is nothing to work through because you did nothing wrong, nothing about this ends up with you in the wrong. You were scared, worried and you probably don't won't do bring up a conversation about someone so close to you passing away. I feel horrible for you that I had to find out this way."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying you should have found out from me." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Maybe, but ultimately your past shouldn't have been dragged out like that. It doesn't matter what it is. It shouldn't have come out till you were ready for it to."

"I love you so much Wanda. Please know that." My eyes search hers for any hesitation when I say the words, but I don't see any and a smile grows on her lips.

"I love you too Y/n. So much." Her thumb starts to draw circles against my cheek as she leans down to peck my lips a few times.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I am going to be just fine Y/n. Are you okay?"

"I will be." I hesitate before asking. "Are we going to be okay?"

"We Y/n are doing just fine. You keep on being your caring, loving, adorable and big hearted self and I will continue to share all my love with you. We are going to be okay."

"We're going to be okay."

"Yes."

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Till Death Do Us Part | Chapter 7 |

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Summary: As a result of Daryl's actions, Eddie comes to your defense. Pete causes the divide of Alexandria.

Warnings: language, use of guns, blood, typical twd things

Word count: aprox. 3K

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Typically at this hour you would be wrapping up whatever duty it was you were performing for the day. But after today, your only desire was to be home and not have to put on the facade of being a brave leader. And deep down you knew your temper was too on edge right now to face anyone. Besides, you wanted to use up fresh harvest while you could before it was back to cans, jars, and dried things. So, you did what you loved, cooked. But right now even that was proving to send you to your ends.

Daryl still hadn’t shown after your “talk” in the garage, it worried you that he wouldn’t show at all. Especially once he finds out about the words you shared with Rick. Maybe he was too wrapped up with that stupid fucking bike to realize the time. It was an attempt to reassure yourself but it didn’t work.

Stupid fucking bike, stupid fucking Rick Grimes, stupid fuck-, a sharp inhale left your lips as you watched the knife slide through the tip of your finger and not the potato.

Stupid fucking you for keeping the knifes so sharp.

You tossed the knife out of frustration, turning to run your finger under water, washing the blood that was oozing down. You tried to calm yourself, gripping the edge of the sink with your free hand. The pain in your finger grew, now throbbing with sharp stings. The overwhelming frustration you had been bottling all day was spilling over as hot tears blurred your vision.

You just wanted to keep your family safe. You wanted the boys to be safe, you promised Lizzie they would be. You wanted your husband to stand loyally by your side, just like Tommy has done. You just wanted to cook dinner.

“Y/n?”

Celia and Nellie rushed to your aid, both pulling their attention to different things. “Let me see” Celia turned to water off, grabbing a towel to wrap your finger. “What’s wrong?” Nellie asked close by your side. As you were about to speak, Tommy and Henry joined the kitchen, had been coming home from their day. “Rick, he wants to take Alexandria.” A deep breath left your chest, relieving yourself of the stress you’d carried all day. “And two guns are missing from the armory and I-I don’t think Daryl’s siding with us.” A sob almost slipped but you attempted to calm yourself as you didn’t want to be an emotional mess in front of the eyes of this many.

Silence hung over the room for a mere second, the two brothers glanced at each other before Tommy proudly spoke, “We can take care of it.” Just as you knew, undoubtedly loyal. “I already talked to Rick.” Celia walked with you over to the dining table, telling Nellie to go grab her first aid kit. “I don’t want a fight or a-a war. I don't want what we had to do before. I just-“ “It ruins all of our plans Y/n” Henry interrupted, “I know.”

As you conversed and spilled everything you had known to be true of that matter, Nellie ran into her brother, sneaking in through the back door in another attempt to avoid you. “What are you doing?” Nellie asked, startling the man. “What are you doing?” Eddie shot back noticing the first aid kit in her arms, receiving a glare at his childish response. “Y/n” Was all she replied, Eddie could see the stress hinted on her face, “What’s going on?”

Though your last words to your brother had been in anger, that didn’t mean he cared any less for you. “Well,” Nellie waved the first aid kit in her hand, “She cut herself while cooking but," She was hesitant to continue, not knowing if you wanted Eddie informed. But now she felt cornered, knowing there was no way of avoiding it. "She said that Rick wants to take Alexandria, and at the moment, Daryl’s on his side or that's what she thinks.” Unintentionally Eddie’s head drew back, how dare he? was the first thought shooting through his mind.

Daryl and Eddie had gotten into countless fights, verbal and physical, in the time of their lifelong friendship. Whether that was fighting over games as children or whether that involved you and Daryl's relationship in the first place.

"Where are you going!?" Nellie whispered with a harsh voice watching her brother begin to slip his way back out the door. "Imma take care of it." Ignoring Nellie beckoning him to come back, begging him to not make it worse. But he slipped away with every intent to prove to everyone that he was just as loyal and trustworthy as the rest.

"Had a visit from someone earlier." Rick stood where sleeping bags and pillows were once piled in the common area. Carol sat with her hands crossed over her clothed khakied knee, Maggie sat on the couch, and Michonne leaned on the closest wall. Rick's hands rested on his hips, as usual when he stood like this, "Y/n knows bout' Pete, she follows Deanna, won't do anything about it." Michonne rolled her eyes, she had grown tired of Rick constantly nagging about Jessie and Pete. She understood his intentions were good but had noticed a line constantly being crossed.

"Knows bout' everything."

Maggie never agreed with Rick's "plan" in the first place. Over these past two weeks she had grown to genuinely enjoy your company, along with your family. After losing the last of her blood family, she just wanted peace with her husband, as did you.

“We’re not gonna let this stop anything, alright? We’re not gonna let anyone make us weak. We-“

“The hell you doin’ man?”

Daryl’s low and gruff voice disrupted Rick’s brewing speech. Daryl stood not far behind Rick, his hunter abilities giving him a silent entrance. His clothes were dirty from working on his bike, though that was quite typical of him, but his chest was slightly puffed from anger. Daryl allowed, what he felt, enough time to pass for your talk with Rick before he even thought about making his way over. But he didn’t know he’d walk into what he had now.

Daryl thought Rick had stopped, he thought once Rick knew his “brothers” family was here, he wouldn’t want to take Alexandria anymore. He could insult himself for being so blind to what had been going on right in front of him. Perhaps he had gotten weak, gotten just a little bit too comfortable in your embrace.

“Daryl, I was gonna talk to you alone, I-“

“Ain’t nothin’ to talk about.”

If there was one thing Daryl drew a very fine line with, it was you.

Rick’s chest heaved with a sigh, “She threatened to cut my head off.” Rick could almost laugh at the memory, was wasn’t humorous was the seriousness hidden behind your eyes. “Yeah?” Daryl changed his position to stand in front of the man. Maggie and Michonne exchanged a knowing glance, “And I’d let her.”

Though this had been a thought in Rick’s mind, it wasn’t playing out the way he intended. But how could he expect Daryl to react about proclamations being made about his beloved wife?

“I’m doing this for my family. For Judith, Carl. For our group, our family. You said it yourself Daryl, we all deserve a place like this after everything we went through. But we gotta make it stronger.”

Daryl shook his head, “Nah. You got yer family and I got mine.” With that Daryl left with a scoff and a slam of a door, leaving the room silent.

Daryl returned to Aaron’s, going to clean up the mess he’d left behind. As Daryl pulled the garage door closed, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. He turned expecting Rick but was roughly shoved back by his childhood best friend. “The hell you doin’?!” Daryl yelled, returning the harsh shove. “What do you mean the hell?” Eddie shot back, repositioning himself from his slight stumble back. “Why you shovin’ me?”

A couple Alexandrian’s walked by, shooting the men odd glances. By now, most people had learned to shake their heads and keep walking.

“I walked her down the aisle to you and you’re gonna betray her like this? Choosing some fake fucking family over her?” Eddie spat at Daryl who couldn't hide the utter bewilderment on his face.

“You don’t know what the hell yer talkin’ about!”

The two men looked like they did when they were boys, pushing and shoving, calling each other names, and throwing insults. Aaron came out from his home and stepped in, not wanting a brawl in the middle of his driveway. "Alright alright." Aaron coaxed, "Eddie go, please."

After Daryl sat with Aaron and took time to calm down, that's when he returned home to you. A pang of guilt burrowing in his chest.

When he slipped into the shared bedroom, you were lying on his side of the bed with your back to the door. No covers lay on your frame, showing Daryl that you had simply come to lie down but fallen asleep in the process. The length of your hair was in a loose braid, something Nellie must have done.

She had picked up this habit in moments of comfort or silence. She always loved playing with your hair or Cecilia's even when you were children. Her hair never quite reached your lengths and thickness, a constant reminder that she inherited your mother's thinner hair. Opposed to your father's dark rich curls.

Daryl glanced down at his attire, stained with dirt and his hands with grease. He did as he used to, showering before he came to you. When he returned from showering, you were no longer on his side of the bed. You laid on your side, once again with your back to him, now wearing your silky nightgown. It told Daryl exactly what you wanted it to tell him. You were upset and you weren't giving in so easily.

He slowly lay down beside you and wrapped his arm around your abdomen. You could feel the hesitation in his touch. He knew he had to try to talk to you, to explain himself but he didn't quite have the words. "M'sorry. I'm with you." That was all he could say. He didn't expect it to be enough for you, he didn't expect you to roll over and shower him in forgiving kisses.

You remained silent but brought one hand down to hold his hand in yours. It wasn't much but it was enough for him. "I love ya." Daryl planted a soft kiss on your shoulder before making himself comfortable.

The rest that engulfed the two of you wouldn't last very long. It was soon to be interrupted a few hours later when the streets of Alexandria were empty and the only thing lighting them was dying street lights and dimly lit porches.

You were awoken by Cecilia flinging your bedroom door open, herself wearing her own silky robe and pajamas. At first, you were so startled you didn't quite hear what she was saying, too focused on your heart beating rapidly. She repeated her words more urgently and that's when it clicked, "Jace and Luke!" That was all you needed to hear to jump out of bed, following her out of the house and through the streets.

Daryl was farther behind you, shouting something about putting something else on. You didn’t care for anything he had to say, though maybe he was right. Your nightgown was slightly sheer, showing every bit of your tattoos and scars.

A group had formed in front of the Anderson home, “Jace, Luke!” You shouted approaching the scene, Daryl close behind you. You rushed to the boy's aid noticing their once-perfect faces bruised and bloodied. “Oh god” You muttered, Jace’s cheek was swollen, along with his lip that was busted and freshly red with blood. “Show me.” You demanded from Luke, who held a cloth to his nose. His nose was bruised and bleeding, leaving streaks of dried and fresh blood streaming down his lips and chin.

Your eyes met Tommy's, the worry and anger burning into his features. “Who did this?!” You shouted, whipping yourself around to face the crowd. Your hair followed along with you, only the ends now still being held in the braid, long pieces falling along the frame of your face.

Cecilia examined the boys along with you, Cecilia telling Luke that his nose wasn’t broken. Your eyes landed on Carl, who stood to your right with Rick and Michonne. He didn’t have any visible damage besides his hair being tousled and clothes misplaced.

Ron stood with Pete and Jessie, looking as if he had taken a few hits himself.

The thought crossed your mind that the young boys simply had a brawl in the street. For what reason? You didn’t know but it wouldn’t come as a shock.

Henry and Eddie were already there with Tommy. Cecilia had woken them up first and they were out the door in an instant.

“What is going on here?!” Deanna rushed to the scene, Reg tying his robe as he followed behind her. Everyone stood in some sort of sleeping attire, having been woken up in the dead of night for this. Some Alexandrians in the surrounding homes stood on their porches or peered through cracked curtains.

"He hit Luke!" Jace pointed a finger at Pete.

“No I didn’t! That kids a fucking liar!”

“You’re a fucking liar!” Carl yelled back at Pete, defending his friend.

“Carl!” Rick.

“Dad!” Carl again.

Deanna took a step forward, "That's enough. Luke, what happened?" In an instant, all eyes were on him awaiting an explanation. Despite the anger that raged within you, you could see Luke cowering away behind you. You reached back and grasped onto his hand, holding his arm closely by your side. You took a deep breath, taking a moment to regain your composure. You felt Luke's hand shaking in yours, and you gently squeezed it in reassurance.

"Me, Jace, and Carl were walking home, and when we...walked by Pete was sitting on the porch. He started saying things to us and then got in my face so I said something back and then he hit me."

Luke took a pause, "And then Jace started yelling and Ron came outside and he and Jace started fighting and then Carl jumped in."

Luke's words were stuttered and frantic, his eyes darting between you and Tommy. "He was saying things about Y/n and Dad," Jace added, who stood protected behind Tommy. You shifted on your bare feet uncomfortably, your eyes adverting to the ground impulsively as you rubbed your thumb along Luke's hand.

You were unsure now if you were holding his hand to provide comfort for him or yourself.

Deanna let a deep sigh escape her lips and with a shake of her head, she simply said, "Everyone go home. Pete, we'll talk first thing tomorrow." Disbelief and anger could be felt bursting into the air, "W-what? My sons were attacked!" Tommy's voice boomed, "They were forced to defend themselves!"

Deanna stepped forward, her voice quiet but firm. "I understand, but I'm not going to let this escalate any further. We'll talk tomorrow and sort it out then when everyone is cooled off and the boys have been checked." She started to walk away, her steps heavy with weariness. She didn't get very far before an eruption of yells and insults we're being thrown into the air.

"Fucking whore." Pete insulted, intended for you.

"Please I'm sorry. He didn't mean it he's just drunk." Jessie pleaded, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

"What'd ya say?" Daryl spat.

"Don't Daryl." You extended your free arm out, blocking him from making any advancements. You had heard every single insult and name that could be said about you....but Daryl hadn't. From the corner of your eye, you saw Rick's arm extend to the back of his belt. He felt your eyes on him, stopping his movement and locking eyes with you.

You glanced at the firearm that poked slightly out, then you glanced at Pete, and back to Rick. And you nodded.

The yelling continued, arguments spewing from both sides. No one stopped, not even when Deanna intervened, telling everyone to stop and calm down.

Jessie pleaded with Pete to stop.

Jace and Carl were going back and forth with Ron.

Tommy demanded justice for his sons, as did Rick.

"Enough!" In a second Pete had a gun raised aimlessly, almost out of instinct everyone took a step back. "Pete! Do not" Reg pleaded rushing to the man's side, pulling at his t-shirt. "Get off Reg!" As Pete shoved Reg away from him, the sound of the gun filled your ears. You grasped onto Luke, pushing him back behind you.

Reg fell to the ground in an instant grasping at the wound in his chest which spilled blood. Deanna rushed to his aid, cradling him in her arms and trying to stem the flow of blood. Cecilia dropped down to her knees beside Reg, doing what she could in an attempt to save him. But there was no doubt that nothing could be done. The group stood stunned and wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Tommy and Daryl had Pete down on the ground in an instant, kicking the gun away from his hands.

"This is how you want it to be, Deanna?"

Deanna's sad eyes looked up at you and then back down to Reg, her small hands cupping his face and holding him close. Pete's outburst was a sign that he was more than a drunk, more than a shitty husband. He was a threat. "Rick." Rick pulled the pistol from his waistband and waited for your command, "Do it."

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The Syndicate - Chapter 6 : Un-Killable

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 5.8k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), mentions death and acts of violence

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Author's Note 💌: Hi, It's been about two weeks since I posted the last chapter so I'm here to keep my promise about posting at least twice every month! Unfortunately I didn't realize how short this chapter actually is. Either way it's a good one though, there are also some parts I may fix and add onto later since I'm posting this close to 2 am and I'm exhausted so I hope you guys still enjoy it either way! ^^

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A whole 2 months passes by and I notice San has become somewhat distant and has been spending most of the time either in his office by himself or in the conference room with the rest of the guys. Although Seonghwa, Jongho, Yunho and Mingi still interact with me they become very vague anytime I ask them about San. There were a few occasions where I wanted to try and see what exactly they were talking about but because there's always a goon outside the door now keeping a lookout so I could never get close enough to hear. One day I asked Seonghwa why they spent so much time in the conference room and the only thing he told me is "We're sorting things out." As for me, this whole time after I ran the 3 people’s names in the police database and nothing came up I realized these people are basically ghosts with no paper trails on the database meaning I’ve been having to investigate on foot and tailing them. The only thing San left for me as a place of reference and a place to start was a club on the east side of the city which actually turned out to be a club named "Enigma" that they own under a fake identity but another thing San left on the note is that these 3 people are brothers who run an underground black market out of it. So far everything is fine with them, no meetings with any other rival groups. If anything, these brothers definitely know how to treat their allies by providing them with weapons and other resources that are otherwise considered inaccessible to which I'm assuming this is the reason San wants to work with them. Which leads me to where I am right now, heading home after a long couple of days of consecutively tailing and observing these people. What's been really weird is that San called me at least once everyday to check in on me in the beginning but it's been 2 weeks and nothing. I sigh while I look at the dark road ahead of me, taking in the scene of complete emptiness with a beautifully glittery night sky which left me feeling a bit emotional. I slowly begin to tighten my grip on the steering wheel. I’ve had so many chances to leave but why aren’t I taking them? Have I seriously grown attached?

I reach for my phone and very anxiously I glance at the screen while I keep my eyes on the road and look at my recent calls, the last time I called San was two days ago. I stare at his name on my screen for a few seconds and decide to just hit the call button. The ringing starts and by the 4th ring I'm sent to voicemail immediately making my heart sink. He didn't answer, again. My vision begins to blur the bright headlights and the road ahead of me slightly begins to distort until warm tears stream down my cheeks then I let out a small sigh “Why? What did you do to me?” Why do I have to make things more difficult for myself? The original plan was to have San trust me enough to let me leave his headquarters, but now that he's given me that permission I can't seem to leave. Why?

I try to compose myself and wipe my tears away with one hand while I keep my other hand on the steering wheel. In the distance I see the headquarters, and realize that most of the drive home I spent it worrying about him and questioning myself. When I arrive I walk inside headquarters I notice it seems empty, and by empty I mean too quiet. There's almost always someone in the building, whether it's Seonghwa drinking his tea in the lounge, Hongjoong on his computer in the server room, Wooyoung playing cards with Mingi, Yeosang and Yunho in the living room, even Jongho's occasional little breaks after he's been working all afternoon. So when I walk over to the lounge and notice it's completely empty my stomach feels like it flipped upside down. Where is everyone? I walk around the building and no one was there except of course the goons who keep watch on the building 24/7 now so I decide I'm going to just ask one of them as to why it's so empty because this is weird.

There’s a very tall and heavy build goon outside of San's office, he was so scary looking. Although his suit made him look a little less scary. "Um excuse me but where is everyone? Why is it so empty here?" Without flinching the man simply responds with "They're sorting out a few things they'll be back soon Miss y/n." I exhale then I run my fingers through my loosely curled hair "Okay yes, but where are they? What are they doing?" Keeping a straight face without even looking at me he responds "I'm sorry Miss y/n but that's all I know." I narrow my eyes in disbelief. Does he really think I’m that stupid? "That can't be, you have to know where they are. You were given orders by San not to tell me anything weren't you?" The man stands there looking straight ahead pretending he didn't hear me. I look at him for a few seconds more waiting if he'll say anything but he never does then I clench my jaw and say through my teeth "Fine, I'll take that as a yes." I scoff and walk away to my room, when I get there I throw myself onto my bed. I lay there in bed for a few minutes until I fall asleep.

A few hours later I hear commotion downstairs, it was San and the guys. ”I’m exhausted. Now all we need is to kill that old bastard.” Wooyoung comments. ”Well at least we’re done now, I thought it was going to take a lot longer to pull this off.” Hongjoong responds. I look over at the clock and it was around 4 am then I get up and hurriedly head downstairs and notice they’re all dressed in black like they were in a robbery of some sort. All the talking stops and becomes dead silent when everyone notices I’m in the room then Seonghwa walks towards me and nervously smiles “Hey, what are you doing here? Weren’t you on an errand?” I shrug with a straight face “I just got back a few hours ago, what about you guys? Why’s everyone dressed like this? Did I miss something?” San walks up to me and pats my back and smiles “Nothing, we just went to go handle something don’t worry about it.” I furrow my brows and look directly into San’s eyes “Let me guess you still went even after I told you not to…” San shakes his head and reassuringly pats my head “Didn’t we agree to forget about this? I said I wasn’t going to..” Seonghwa, MIngi, and Yunho look over at San with a very odd facial expression then Wooyoung says “You have your jobs and we have ours. San’s allowed to do what he wants it’s not like you’re his girlfriend.” I slowly nod and give Wooyoung and San a fake smile “Of course, you’re right. I was just wondering considering I've barely seen any of you at all I was just a bit worried.” Yeosang stares right at me with a deadpan face “Why do you even care? It’s not like we’re your friends.” Gosh, I know he’s right but wow that hurt. San's expression grows dark and Seonghwa puts his hand on Yeosang’s shoulder causing him to ease up a bit then I let out a frustrated sigh. Here we go again. “Well, maybe you might not be my friend but if you haven’t noticed there are other people I am friends with.” Wooyoung lets out a mocking laugh “Oh really? They’re your friends? If they were your friends they would have told you what was going on but clearly no one trusts you. You’ve only been here like what? 3 or 4 months and you already want to be let in on everything we do? Sounds just about right for an entitled cop.” San pushes Wooyoung and angrily says “Can you ever shut up?!” Yunho and Jongho rush over to separate them, Yunho holding San and Jongho holds Wooyoung respectively. As much as I’d love to be petty with Wooyoung and drop the bomb on San that his best friend thought it was a great idea to nearly kill me, I’ll keep that to myself. All in due time I guess. I don’t want to create anymore issues for these people. I bite the inside of my cheek trying to recover from that verbal jab. This is embarrassing, maybe Wooyoung is right they do have a right for not trusting me. Just because I gave them access to all these things doesn’t mean anything, for all they know I could be leading them to a trap so I don’t blame them for not trusting me. San angrily stares at Wooyoung "Oh come on San, calm down. I was just expressing everything in everyone's mind." Wooyoung fights back a smirk and San tries to reach over to him causing Yunho to tighten his grip on him.

"You don't speak for everyone here." Seonghwa speaks up looking directly at me reassuringly. Jongho speaks from behind Wooyoung "I agree with San and Seonghwa. You really don't speak for everyone here." Hongjoong sighs and nods "She's not so bad Wooyoung. You know this. You're just being hard headed and paranoid over this situation not to mention overtly territorial over San." Wooyoung lets out a laugh "Me paranoid?! Territorrial?! I know what these cops are capable of doing?! Did you guys forget what happened to San's father?! They easily get into your head and mess with it, they're master manipulators just like Lee. She's just like him and I'm only trying to protect him from things repeating themselves." There's a long silence, evreyone awkwardly looking at eachother. That's when I step in between San and Wooyoung causing evreyone's gaze to shift over to me. I slightly part my lips to speak but then a knot grows in my throat and press them shut. Maybe it's a good idea not to say anything right now and keep the peace. All this fighting isn't going to be worth it in the end. I can't change someone's mind whose already been made. Wooyoung can think anything he wants, I just don't want to hear it anymore. I turn my back to them and walk in the direction of my room.

In the distance I hear Yunho say “Come back just give her some time alone.” followed by fast paced footsteps until a few moments later I feel someone grab my wrist then I look back and it was San. He gently tugs my arm closer to him and I look down still slightly embarrassed for running off in a cowardly way. “y/n, wait… I’m sorry some of them haven’t warmed up to you but I promise it’s not your fault. I know you were just worried.” Beginning to feel drained I shake my head “I’m exhausted, we can talk tomorrow. Right now I just want to be alone.” San gently pushes back a few strands of hair “I understand, but please pay no attention to them especially Wooyoung. Nothing he says has an ounce of truth. I need you here with me, remember that.” I let go of San’s hand and walk towards my room leaving him behind me. When I walk into my room I lay there silently for a few moments until warm tears begin to sting my eyes. Once I get rid of Captain Lee I’m going to leave this place despite how deeply in love I am, or at least try to. I can’t keep putting myself through this.

The next morning while laying in bed I hear Wooyoung shouting in a panicked voice from outside in the hallway “San, they took down all security!” I sit up and quickly change clothes while listening closely to the commotion in the hallways, from what it sounds like someone took down the people guarding the HQ gates which is still kind of far considering we’re in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly San barges into my room with a slightly worried expression and says “y/n, the cops are on their way as we speak. Burn everything you can, everything on your computer wipe it and burn it too.” He hands me a gasoline can and some matches and pats my head “Everything will be okay I promise.” He smiles nervously and before he can walk away I pull on the sleeve of his rolled up dress shirt “Why are the cops coming? Is it because of what you guys were doing earlier today?” San’s smile disappears into a straight line and a serious expression then he runs his fingers through his hair “Please don’t get mad, I know you said you didn’t want me to follow through with breaking into the evidence room but I went ahead and did it anyway. I’m sorry. I genuinely thought everything went well I swear I made sure no one followed us but I guess I was wrong.”

I clench my free hand to the point my knuckles turn white. The silence between us lasted as a long instant, and while the anger welled up in my chest. He was looking at me with his gaze of expectation for me to simply forgive him and move on but as of right now I can’t. I won't. Instead it pisses me off because it seems like everything I tell him Is being ignored. Everything that’s happening right now was because of him but what do I expect from a criminal anyway? If anything I shouldn’t even be surprised, I should have known he was going to pull something like this. I raise my hand back and throw my hand forward as hard as I can, whipping it across his face. The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the metal walls of my room. His face then turns back to me while he slowly runs his hand along his cheek and without another word I walk away. Part of me knows and is well aware I’m running away from my problems but at the moment I was more focused on escaping the police and wiping the computer of any evidence, I can’t get caught now. Nobody can find out I was kept alive.

I run into my work room and over to the computer and begin trying to reimage it to delete all the data on the hard drive then the screen shows a percentage bar and on the bottom of it read “Time Remaining: 35 minutes” I rub my forehead in frustration and grab the tower of the computer, toss it across the room a few times until it eventually splits open then I grab the can of gasoline and pour most of it on the motherboard and the hard drive. I pull out a match from the match box in my pocket and light it then flick it directly inside the computer case immediately igniting a huge fire. After burning a few papers and files I head down the hallway and I notice Yeosang looking out the window and calmly loading his gun while gazing into the distance then I realize he was looking at the various police cars, a helicopter and a few SWAT vehicles getting in position. Someone taps my shoulder and when I turn it was Mingi, he hands me a gun and says “Good luck” I nod taking the gun making sure there was ammo “Same to you.” Out of seemingly nowhere Yeosang begins to shoot causing me to slightly jump. San immediately runs out of his office with a gun in hand then he grabs my hand and leads me downstairs towards the back exit. “We’re going to head outside, there’s a secret escape route I built in the forest so I hope you have your walking shoes on because it’s going to be a long walk.” While he opens the door I say “Where’s everyone else?” He peaks outside and says “Mingi and Yeosang are going to buy us time. Everyone else is already in the forest.” Suddenly Wooyoung runs up behind us and pats San’s shoulder. “Everything is clear, lower associates were sent to distract the feds.” San nods and says “Did you turn on the self destruct device in the server room?” Wooyoung nods and smirks “Yep, everything is in order.” He steps outside in front of San and hides behind a car outside then motions us to follow behind him and just a few seconds after giving us the signal he motions us to stop and stay low. Then I hear a familiar voice.

“Let the girl go Choi San…” My stomach drops and I look up and see that In the helicopter was my partner Detective Chris and Captain Lee looking over his shoulder and right next to them was a sniper. I tightly squeeze his hand and San turns and looks at me “You’ll be okay, worst case is they’ll shoot me and not you.” Captain Lee speaks into the mega phone and says “Give it up son, you lost and it was all because you’re so reckless. You got so sloppy but don’t worry though I’ll clean the mess you left and I’ll start by shooting your little friend over here.” The red laser from the sniper’s gun points right at Wooyoung’s head “And then you.” Wooyoung looks at San and slightly nods and begins to run towards the forest. Almost instantly he gets shot in the chest instead from the sudden movement. His body falls limply on his side while he clutches onto his chest and struggles to breathe. My stomach drops and San lets out a scream calling out Wooyoung’s name with tears welling up in his eyes in anger “I’m going to kill you bastard!!” I clutch onto San's arm holding the gun in my other hand tightly with my eyes blurring with tears. Captain Lee smirks “You know what, I take it back. I won’t shoot you that’s letting you off easy...I want you to suffer by watching all your little mobster trash die.”

Seeing Wooyoung on the ground didn’t bring me satisfaction, instead I begin to cry at the sight of his breathing slowing down. Despite everything he’s done to me I couldn’t let San suffer again, as angry and pissed off as I am with him right now for putting us in this situation he doesn’t deserve to lose his bestfriend. Wooyoung needed help and fast but the only way to get him that help is if I turn myself in and somehow convince them to step back. I hate the idea that I won't have that anonymity anymore but this is a matter of life or death. If I can prevent someone from dying then I'm sure it'll be worth it no matter how painful it is. Suddenly, an idea pops up in my head, it was one I really didn't want to do but my only hope is that it all goes smoothly. I step in front of San with my back facing the helicopter which causes San to pull me closer to him into a hug. i gently press the barrel of the gun I have onto his stomach and he leans in close to my ear and whispers “What are you doing angel eyes? Whatever is going on in that little head of yours just stop, I don’t want you to get hurt. Please.” He sniffles burying his face in my hair trying to hide the fact that he was slightly teary eyed “Sannie, do you trust me?” He talks into my neck “Yes of course I trust you.” Staying still and keeping my voice calm I say “Keep your head down and shoot the sniper.” His voice goes an octave higher while keeping his head down buried into my neck and says “What?! Why?!” Keeping my calm I press the gun a little more onto his stomach “Do it. Shoot the sniper, trust me.” From the corner of my eye I see San’s arm go up and shoot in the sniper’s direction and as soon as he shoots I move just a bit to where the sniper’s bullet hits my right shoulder. I let out a scream in agonizing pain from the impact of the hot metal burning deep in my shoulder causes me to slightly jerk forward and drop the gun in my hand. I push San with the strength from the adrenaline coursing through my veins back into the building and I run towards the helicopter while I clutch onto my shoulder with tears in my eyes. This was all for nothing, so much for getting rid of this man from the shadows.

“There’s a bomb in there! Please Captain Lee, Chris we have to get out of here and remove everyone from the perimeter!” I look back and see San was no longer in the doorway, both Chris and Captain Lee look at me in awe then look at each other a few seconds. Eventually Chris lets down a ladder, helps me climb up and sit down. He sits next to me and looks over at Captain Lee “Captain, we have to take her to the hospital now!” I lay there growing more exhausted by the second due to blood loss until I manage to mutter “Captain, remove everyone from this perimeter now or we’re all going to die.” Chris looks at me and shakes his head while he keeps pressure on my wound “No, we can’t. We have a warrant for San’s arrest we can’t just let him escape” I grab Chris’s forearm and squeeze it from the pain and slight impatience “Trust me, I know he’s going to fuck up again this won’t be the last time. The bomb, please. We have to get out of here we don’t have much time left..” Chris turns to Captain Lee giving him a worried look then Captain Lee looks down at the building for a few moments that felt like an eternity and eventually looks over at me and Chris “Alright, but only because I trust Detective y/ln and know she’ll be able to catch this scum again.” He looks over at the pilot and says “Take us to the nearest hospital please.”

He speaks into his radio “We’ve got a code 4, change of plans, we found Detective y/n y/ln alive and well. Clear the area, over.” Is he really going to act like he didn’t leave me for dead? Is this a favor that later on he’s going to try to use as leverage to somehow blackmail me? A voice answers back on the radio “Disregarding, all units will return back to the station. Over.” I did it, but this was too easy… Luckily the server room self distructing came in handy so technically I wasn’t lying. Chri’s voice interrupts my thoughts and says “So you’re alive? I’m so glad you’re okay but how? I saw your dead body, how is that possible?” I struggle to breathe then I sit there focusing on my breaths until Captain Lee sits next to the seat where Chris and I were sitting and says “Detective Bang stop asking her questions, can’t you see she has a bullet inside her?” Chris’s voice slightly shakes a bit and says “I’m sorry sir, I’m just in shock she’s alive. I saw her charred body, her police badge, everything." I feel my eyes slowly begin to close, my consciousness felt like it was slipping away until everything goes dark.

When I wake up, I scan the room and realize I'm at the hospital. That’s when it all comes back to me, I hope San is okay and he managed to escape along with everyone else. Especially Wooyoung, I really hope he made it as well. I turn and notice Chris is asleep then In a low whisper I say “Chris?” Immediately I see Chris sit up and say “Oh hey y/ln you’re up, how are you feeling?” I nod my head slightly and look down at the IV needle in my hand while he proceeds to talk “I’m so glad it wasn't anything serious, I waited for you to wake up and ask if you wanted to see your family. I’m sure you miss them. I didn’t call them right away since I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed.” I shake my head and I say in a low voice “Don’t tell them I’m alive... Please.” Chris furrows his brows and gives me an odd look “Why not?” I stare off into the distance trying not to make eye contact with him “Promise me you won’t tell anyone especially Captain Lee.”

Chris leans in close to me then I lean in a bit more and whisper “I’m going to run away. I think it’s best for me to disappear considering AS is going after me and I don’t want my family to get killed.” I still can’t believe I’m lying through my teeth, who am I trying to save? San or me? Maybe both. Chris responds in a worried tone “It’s okay we can get you into the Witness Protection Program., you can get your life back.” I sigh and shake my head “No Chris, I’m doing this without the help of the government or the police.” Chris’s jaw tenses up and sits there looking at the ground for a few seconds. “Please, don’t tell anyone Chris. Promise me. You also have to make sure Captain Lee doesn’t release the news of me being alive to the media as this is going to make it even harder for me.” He lifts his gaze and meets my eyes and smiles “Of course I promise, we’re partners after all. We’re under oath to protect one another but promise, you’ll reach out to me occasionally. I just want to make sure you’re alive and well.” I nod then I sit up “Of course as long as you keep my existence a secret, but I do have one more thing to tell you and this one is much more serious because it’s about Captain Lee.” I hope he doesn’t tell him, but who else can I trust? Besides having someone to lean on he might be of help. He scrunches his face in curiosity then looks at the door “What about him? Is it something bad?” I bite the inside of my lip then I take a deep breath and blurt out “Captain Lee works for The Obsidian Dragon, Aurora Syndicate’s rival. I know this because I saw a whole file documenting him being associated with the mafia with pictures and everything.” Chris smirks holding in a small laugh “What? Are you sure that’s not the morphine talking? Why would he even work for the mafia to begin with?” Oh no, he’s asking questions. “He was a close friend of the Choi family, specifically The Phantom. He’s the reason that the whole shootout happened, he sold The Phantom’s location in exchange for money.” Chris’ hand reaches up to his mouth then says “Wait what? So he knew who was behind all of that? No wonder he would always breathe down our necks and constantly check the leads. How much was he given?” I tap my finger on my chin “50 grand if I remember correctly.” He blinks in shock then says “Okay wow that’s quite a bit of money. Yeah, I get why you’re in a hurry to hide. You know too much.” And I know so much more but I can’t tell you the rest.

“Yep..” There was a long silence but Chris clears his throat and says “So uh I have a question and it’s kind of random...Why was San holding you like that?” I raise my eyebrow “How so? What do you mean?” He rests his cheek on his hand “You know like weirdly close, like he had a thing for you. His hand around your waist.” I shrug and look out the window “I don’t know, maybe because he thought of me as an object more than a person. His meat shield.” Hopefully by telling him everything he wants to hear it’ll help me get him off my back, even if those said answers aren’t how I truly feel at all. He can’t find out I’m protecting San. From the corner of my eye I see Chris’s eyes move from looking at the door back to me “Did he ever do anything to you?” While looking out the window I run my finger along the IV tube “I don’t know I was drugged the majority of the time I was there, I can’t remember anything.” Chris puts his head down and rubs his forehead while gently tapping his foot on the floor “I swear to god y/n if he did anything to you…” I shake my head “Nah, despite how scary he is he never put his hands on me.” He raises an eyebrow “How do you know? You were drugged the whole time..” I look down at the dusty pink blanket on my body “Because he was the one who would make the beatings stop, besides I’m sure if he did anything to me my body would remember it. Instead I just remember that evreytime I was being beat he’d scold the person doing it.” That feeling, that pit in my stomach. My eyes well up with tears and Chris reaches for my hand “I’m sorry, I can’t talk about this. Just remembering it brings it all back” Chris nods giving me a reassuring hand squeeze “I’m sorry, we don’t have to talk about it anymore. You should rest, we'll talk about it later when you feel better.” He adjusts my pillow slightly so that I'm able to lay back a little bit again. "Thanks Chris, you should nap too. You look exhausted." He gives me a weak smile "I should be watching you. It's okay." I shake my head "I insist, it's kind of weird knowing you're just watching me sleep. A nap will most definitely not hurt you." He looks into the distance and slowly nods his head almost like he was thinking whether or not he should do it "Alright, if that makes you comfortable y/ln, just know if I hear the door open I will wake up.." I chuckle nervously "Yeah, I know" I hope he falls into a deep sleep otherwise I'm screwed.

A few hours later I wait until Chris is fast asleep in his seat then I begin taking the tubes and IV’s off of me and I put on my pants and shoes making sure I also take the phone San gave me. I look over and glance over at chris to make sure he was still asleep then I carefully open the door wide enough for me to slip out the hospital. Luckily because of the lack of use my phone still had battery so I enter a gas station restroom near the hospital and call San. I anxiously hold the phone to my ear while it rang a few times then on the other line San answers the phone and excitedly I say “San?!” In a surprised tone he answers “y/n?! Where are you? Are you okay?” Relieved to hear his voice again I say in a slight hushed tone “I’m at the gas station bathroom a few blocks from the hospital, I escaped but um what about Wooyoung, is he okay?” I anxiously brush my index finger over the smooth surface of the back of the phone while I wait for him to answer. “He’s fine now angel eyes. He got a pierced lung but he’ll be okay don’t worry.” I let out a sigh of relief and smile “I’m glad he’s okay. I’m glad your best friend is still here with you.” He exhales a bit before he admiringly says “He wouldn’t have been saved if it wasn’t for you and your quick thinking, I don’t know how you did it but I’m so thankful.” There’s a long silence then he continues “ Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Immediately I respond “Yes please, I want to get out of here before anyone notices I’m gone” San answers me reassuringly “Don’t worry I’ll send your location to the nearest Associate just hang tight okay? Their code word will be “snow”, I’ll see you in a bit angel eyes I love you.” I gently bite my lip " I love you too. Sannie” I hear San chuckle on the other side of the line and immediately after the line goes dead. I turn and see myself in the mirror and realize I was wearing my ugly hospital gown so I decide to turn it inside out and make a makeshift tie up shirt out of it.. After I finish I sit on the counter of the bathroom and not even 10 minutes later there’s a knock at the door. I stay silent until a deep voice says “Snow.” I jump off the counter and run to open the door and see an average build man with a buzz cut and tattoos and a dark blue track suit “y/n ?” I nod then he motions me to walk behind him and says “Come on, the boss asked me to take you where they’re in hiding.” I nod and follow him into a black average looking car with dark tinted windows, his car reeked of cigarettes and the seats were pretty worn out, a nice way to blend in. Smart.

After 2 hours of driving we arrive at a parking lot at an undisclosed area since I couldn't tell where exactly we were because of how dark it was, all I know it was far away from both Ulwood and Lulens but unlike the HQ last time this location was in a city. I get out of the car and follow the heavily tattooed man into a weird tattoo shop, the buzzing of the tattoo gun was the very first thing I hear when I enter. Everyone in there (which wasn’t alot) seemed to either not notice or not to care kind of like it was a regular occurrence here. So when we make it to the back I notice a black metal door with a key pad, and as soon as he punches in the code the door clicks open and he motions me to walk inside then closes the door behind me. Which reminds me of this tough pill to swallow, I am once again under San's mercy by coming back..

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Let Me Go

2022 Month of Writing: Day 9

Pairing: Gally x reader {Part 1 of ?}

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,390

Warning: implied character death

Author's Note: please don't steal my work. you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

There is a chance of this turning into a series of some sort after the month of writing is done, so we'll see how I'm feeling about things 😅

“You really think I’m going to let Thomas back into the Maze after what he’s done?” Gally asked Teresa. He turned to look at his fellow Gladers. “Look around you! Look at our Glade. This is the only way. And when the Grievers get what they came here for, everything goes back to the way it was.”

y/n exchanged glances with Newt and Minho. The events of the last few days were horrible, of course. No one was doubting that. But things were changing now. y/n knew their lives weren’t going to be the same, whether or not Thomas and Teresa were sacrificed.

“Are you listening to this?” Teresa asked. “Why are you all just standing there? He’s crazy.”

“Will you shut up?”

“If you stay here, the Grievers are going to come back. They’re going to come back, and they’re going to keep coming back until you are all dead.”

“Shut up!” Gally shouted. “Tie him up.” He started to walk away, but noticed that the Glader he had spoken to wasn’t moving. “Did you hear me? I said tie him up!”

The two Gladers finally moved and began to lift Thomas off the ground. y/n watched as Thomas suddenly attacked the two boys and took their weapons. Newt, Minho, and Frypan jumped into action as well, taking their weapons and joining Thomas. Frypan freed Teresa from the pole as Chuck also joined them from the side. The small group stood at the Maze entrance, facing the rest of the Gladers.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Gally said.

“You don’t have to come with us,” Thomas said, “but we are leaving. Anyone else who wants to come, now’s your last chance.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to scare you.”

“No, I’m not trying to scare you. You’re already scared. All right? I’m scared. But I’d rather risk my life out there then spend the rest of it in here. We don’t belong here. Okay, this place isn’t our home. We were put here. We were trapped here. At least out there, we have a choice. We can make it out of here. I know that.”

Silence fell around them. Thomas and his friends stared down Gally, but also silently pleaded with the others. y/n caught Newt and Minho staring at her.

She knew they were right. She had been here for too long and never seen any progress. And while things were bad now, there was hope. She didn’t want to die in the Glade. So having the ability to be in charge of her own fate? She knew her decision.

Slowly, people started joining them. Winston, Jeff, multiple others. y/n stepped forward as well, smiling slightly at her friends.

Suddenly, Gally grabbed her by the arm. She whirled around to look at him, shocked.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low.

“Taking control of my life.”

“You go out there, you’ll die.”

“And what would you care about whether I live or not, Gally?” she asked. She glared at him. “You’ve basically hated me since I got here, saying I’m some kind of freak for being sent to a Glade full of boys. You chose every possible moment to blame me for things going wrong, called me horrible names, and treated me like absolute crap. Now you want me to stay here with you? I don’t think so. Now let go of my arm.”

“I won’t let you go out there and kill yourself.”

“That’s not your decision to make. Now let. Go.”

She ripped her arm from his grip and went to join the others. She continued to glare at Gally, even when Newt quietly checked on her to make sure she was all right. Her small rivalry with Gally was no secret in the Glade.

“Gally, it’s over,” Thomas said. “Come with us.”

Gally was quiet for a long moment. He glanced over the group.

“Good luck against the Grievers.”

y/n sighed. As much as she disliked Gally, she didn’t want him or any of the others to die. But they had limited options and limited time.

Newt tapped her shoulder and gently pulled her into the Maze. She followed Thomas and the others. She had never been in the Maze before, but knew well enough the horrors that came from within the walls.

Everything was a blur soon after.

When they got closer to the supposed exit, Grievers started attacking. They dragged away Gladers, picking them off left and right. It was only by a miracle that she wasn’t dragged off too. They were able to get the door unlocked and hurried through, leaving the Grievers behind them.

They found themselves in a dimly lit hallway, with only one clear door. On the other side, they found machines destroyed and people lying on the ground. A video message played where a woman named Ava Paige explained the Maze Trials, the Scorch, and the Flare. Behind her, people were shooting one another before she shot herself.

“Is it over?” Chuck asked.

“She said we were important,” Newt replied. “So what are we supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know,” Thomas said. “Let’s get out of here.”

“No.”

y/n turned quickly, shocked to see Gally standing on the other side of the room.

“Gally?”

“Don’t,” Teresa said, stopping Thomas from going forward. “He’s been stung.”

It was true. Gally didn’t look good. He was covered in sweat and Griever blood. He dropped a Griever stinger, a gun in his other hand. y/n exchanged a look with Minho, who also saw it.

“We can’t leave,” Gally said.

“We did,” Thomas replied. “Gally, we’re out. We’re free.”

“Free?” He sounded like he was crying. He turned to look around him. y/n noticed the darkened veins on his neck. “You think we’re free out there? No. No, there’s no escape from this place.”

He lifted the gun, immediately setting everyone on edge. Thomas raised his arms.

“Gally, listen to me. You’re not thinking straight. You’re not. And we can help you. Just put down the gun.”

Come on, Gally, y/n thought. Listen to him. Don’t do anything stupid.

“I belong to the Maze.”

“Just put down the gun.”

“We all do.”

Everything happened so fast.

Gally fired a shot.

Minho threw his spear.

People were shouting.

y/n’s feet moved without thought.

She looked on with wide eyes at the spear in Gally’s chest. The spear Minho had thrown. He gasped for breath before collapsing to his knees and then to his side. Everyone watched on in shock as their fellow Glader went still.

At almost the same moment, y/n felt a burning in her side. She winced and lifted her hand to the sensation. When she pulled it away, she saw blood.

“y/n?” Newt said. At the same time, she faintly heard Chuck say Thomas’s name.

The two fell at nearly the same time. Minho was fast enough to catch her before she roughly hit the ground. She gasped in pain.

Everything was blurring around her. She could only barely make out the voices above her. She knew she was shot. She knew Chuck had also been hit. She was losing a lot of blood and was fighting for consciousness at this point. She could hear her friends begging her to hold on.

She barely managed to lift her hand. She felt someone grab it, which made her sob a little bit. She didn’t realize she had been crying.

“Hang on, y/n,” she heard them say. There was desperation in their voice. She could hear people crying, but couldn’t tell who. “Just hang on! We’ll get you out.”

She shook her head. Her vision was fading too fast. She wasn’t able to respond.

Through the growing fog, she could hear shouts. They couldn’t tell where they were coming from, if they were close or far.

The hand that was holding tightly to hers was ripped away, making her gasp softly. Her hand fell to the ground. The shouts became more distorted until they slowly disappeared.

y/n whimpered in pain.

This is it, she thought. I’m going to die alone.

She couldn’t fight it any more. She let go of whatever strength she was pulling from and surrendered to the darkness.

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yuulina-vre · 10 months

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Fear - Chapter three

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: nightmares

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

“Y/N. Y/N!” I can feel hands tightly gripping my shoulders and shaking them. My eyes fly open, panic flooding my mind and nerves. My eyes sting as I look around frantically, trying to find the black shadow and the silver-red shine that now probably will rain down on me. My eyes are stinging. Immediately I know I’m crying, my sight is blurry, keeping me from seeing anything properly, but that’s not what’s important as of now. Breathing feels very hard like something’s closing up my airways. My eyes continue flying, roaming my surroundings, trying to find the bloody body of my fiancé and our attacker.

It takes me a lot longer than it should to realize what just happened. The pictures are still very vivid and alive in my mind. I can still smell the blood and hear Bucky’s shallow breathing as his lungs fill with blood. My breathing picks up even more as my vision blurs, so much so that I’m not even able to name the shapes of my surroundings. “Y/N! You need to breathe slower!”

“It was just a dream! Just a nightmare. You’re okay; you’re all right.” Another pair of hands reach for my skin, taking my hands in them while the other pair stays on my shoulder. At first, I flinch, trying to get away from the hands with a whimper. The hands stay gentle, grabbing me again, softer this time, the voices reassuring, telling me what happens, but it still takes me embarrassingly long to come back to my senses, getting a sense of what’s going on around me.

A dream. It was just a fucking dream! God, it felt so real.

Frightened, I look around. My car. I am sitting in my car. Two pairs of eyes stare at me in some sort of horror and fear mixed with concern. Tommy is just turned to me, looking concerned, his hands tightly grabbing his seat and my leg to support his twisted body. Billy’s crouching beside me. The door is open, letting fresh air into the car, and he’s just there, kneeling and holding my hands, sporadically squeezing them. “Breath, take a deep inhale. That’s right, good.” He guides me through my breathing until I can physically feel myself calm down.

“Y/N, are you all right? You were screaming. What happened?”

“You scared us to death. It must have been a terrible dream.” Tommy and Billy look at me, concern still evident on their faces, voices as soft as they can manage but still loaded with a mix of shock. Tommy has a phone in his lap, and from his glances, I can see that he really wants to use it to call however he can think of. I won’t put it past him that he already called his mother or Bucky.

As I take in my surroundings, I notice that we’re no longer on the lonely road but somewhere in the city, on the side of a road. A few late-night drivers whizz past us in their cars, not a care of what just happened in my car. A few cars are parked on the sides of the road. There are some people walking past the car as well, probably coming from bar hopping or late shifts at work, but they, too, don’t pay any attention to us, which I’m grateful for. Let’s be real; at three in the morning, you don’t really care for people in their cars on the side of the street. You just want to get home. The cool air hits my sweaty skin and causes shivers to run over my skin. As realization slowly manifests in my mind, I start feeling embarrassed. Did that really just happen? Did I just make these two boys worry about me?

I swallow, then I nod. “A-all good,” I croak breathlessly, and I’m surprised at how raw my voice sounds. Almost as if I was screaming a lot. They don't buy it. I can see It on their face and the way their eyes meet briefly. “R-really, I’m good.”

“Y/N!” Billy sighs, still not believing me for a second. I probably wouldn’t either. My breathing is still pretty fast, my hands balled to fists on my thighs, and my skin is clammy. I don’t even want to think of how I might even look right now. Probably all pale, sweaty, with sunken eyes and freight written on every one of my features.

“Please, tell us what’s going on.” Tommy still has his hands on my shoulders, staring me in the face. “What happened with Bucky?”

“Huh?” I stare at Tommy with wide eyes, surprised that he brought Bucky up. I haven’t talked about him our whole trip, and while it’s not strange that I don’t constantly talk about him, it’s still unlikely that I don’t bring up his name at least once a day. Maybe it was a bit suspicious that I haven’t had one phone call directed at him, but I didn’t think they noticed it. Until now.

“Did you guys have a fight or something?” Tommy leans back, the phone in his hand now, and I’m sure he’s ready to call someone. Suddenly a feeling of sadness hit me, an impulse growing to call Bucky up right now. Pleading him to pick me up or just come so I can see him. To apologize. His voice always is a comfort for me, and no matter the time or place, he always manages to calm me down and talk me out of a panic attack. They don’t happen that often, but often enough that h already knows the best way to calm me down fast. “Uh... Y-yes, before we left, but it’s not like—” I can feel new tears coming, so I take a deep breath again and close my eyes briefly. When I reopen them, the boys look at me curiously. Oh, no. I refuse to discuss my problems with children, and I certainly won’t let them give me any advice. “I-I only had a bad dream. You said it yourself, I’m okay.” I look over at the boys. “I’m all right now.” I get myself to smile and hope it doesn't look too crooked. I don’t even know who I’m trying to convince right now, the boys or me. Either way, I seem not to succeed because I don’t even believe myself, so I doubt the boys believe me either. “Well, you were screaming.” Tommy sounds kinda unsure, but I smile another crooked smile and shrug as if it’s nothing. “Nightmares do that.” The boys seem to be content with that answer for the time being because they just continue looking at me without saying anything.

Billy’s still holding my hands in his warm ones, thumbs rubbing over the clammy skin. I clear my throat and look around once more, now that my brain is somewhat working, shoving the sad feeling aside for later. “Oh, eh. We’re almost home.”

I try to bring the subject back to our actual goal of the day. “Mmm...” Tommy nods, eyes flickering to the road and back to the phone. Billy’s still looking at me critically, but with a last deep sigh, he slowly stands up to return to his original seat behind me. “We’re, like, fifteen minutes out.” Tommy’s voice sounds unsure, and his eyes flicker back and forth between the road and me. “Okay.” I nod, not offering to drive the rest, knowing that he won’t budge. And to be honest, I don’t feel up to driving. It’s probably safer that he’s the one behind the wheel.

He slowly starts driving again, getting on the road and away from the bus stop he had stopped at, but now and then, his eyes would flicker back to me.

I stare tensely out of the side window, looking at the apartment buildings and isolated shop windows, while concentrating on displacing the terrible pictures of my dead boyfriend. A dead boyfriend I know is alive and healthy, hopefully being at home and peacefully sleeping in our bed. Breathing. Living.

The silence is almost suffocating, and no matter that my door was open for almost twenty minutes, I feel like the air is thick and hot in the car.

The quiet stretches into an uncomfortable atmosphere. It’s almost spooky. Usually, the radio is always playing, or there’s a lively conversation about whatever is interesting at the time. But now, Billy stares out of his window; Tommy concentrates on the road, unsure of what to say. I do the same as them and say nothing.

My thoughts run back to my dream, making my jaw clench so hard the muscles start to contract, and my teeth crunch against each other. It almost hurts, so I have to force myself to relax back into my seat. I try taking deep, even breaths and close my eyes to concentrate solely on that. But then my thoughts slip back to Bucky. Maybe I should give him a call. Just to make sure.

I start chewing on the inside of my cheek, feeling a kind of nausea in my stomach that I know won’t leave with some Advil and water or rest. It will stay and bug me as long as I’m not certain that Bucky’s okay and that he’s alive and at home.

Before my mind goes back into overdrive and throws me into an actual panic attack, I clear my throat again, shuffling a bit in my seat. I can feel myself getting more nervous and restless. I open my mouth to say something, but Tommy is faster. “We’re here.” Tommy steers the car in front of a large apartment complex. Quickly I close my mouth again. We have actually arrived. Well, at least the twins. Wanda and her boys live in this complex. The apartments are huge and have enough space for four to six people. The view is also incredible. Directly behind the houses is a breathtakingly beautiful big lake. In the afternoon, the light of the sun makes it glitter, and you can look at it for hours. In Summer, we used to take a paddle boat and get in the middle of the lake, just sitting there with a picnic basket. Tommy and Billy always jumped in to cool off, take a swim and goof around. It was always a hassle to coax them back inside the boat.

Wanda herself didn't like doing that very much. She was too afraid that the boat might tip over, which, if you looked at it closely, could happen with the boys. They were rascals back in the day, whirlwinds barely to be controlled. As they got older, they constantly tried to throw each other into the water, which is why in the meantime, I had switched to renting a kayak in which I could sit alone or with Wanda if she agreed to come too. It was just healthier for me and prevented involuntary bathing on our part. Though, we haven’t done that for a long time now.

Behind the lake lies a forest that stretches far into the distance. It is one of the few forests that our city still has to offer, and due to its enormous size, it’s a mystery to me how it has not yet been converted into a nature reserve. There’s seemingly unlimited wildlife in it, and on the occasional walks, you’re able to see deer jumping around, birds performing dances, and smaller animals doing their daily business.

With Wanda, I often sit on her balcony and just enjoy the view and the silence. But today, it’s impossible. It’s too late or early, and I just want to go home already. It's about time Bucky and I talk about what happened. Apologize and make up. I hope he's not mad. Please, please don't let him be mad.

The moment Tommy parks and the car doors open, I can see Wanda step out of the front door and rush to us. I get out and help the boys get their suitcases out of the trunk. No doubt one of them texted her when we were about to arrive, maybe even right after my nightmare. “Y/N! You let Tommy drive? That's a way to-" I look at my friend and try to put a half-happy smile on my lips.“Calm down, Wanda. Tommy's only been driving for an hour. Besides, he did not get his driving license for nothing. And a bit of driving practice should not hurt him. After all, he has to get used to driving at some point."

“That may be true, but it’s still a far distance and too dangerous. And the middle of the night too!" I shake my head and walk to the redhead. “Wanda, it is no more dangerous than any other street and daytime. Besides, I was dead tired. Tommy almost had to force me to let him drive. I think it would have been a lot worse if we hadn't switched." A little bit of lying shouldn't hurt, and that’s just a bit of an overstatement because the sentiment was true. I probably would have fallen asleep while driving and crashed the car somewhere. The possibilities are endless.

Now I find myself under Wanda’s watchful gaze. She looks at me with a mixture of fear and pride but also concern. Her eyes study my face, and I know that every inch of her body is itching to interrogate me and persuade me to come inside to sleep. She opens and closes her mouth several times. Suddenly I feel like a since project as her eyes rake over me, scrutinizing me even more and probably seeing what I try to hide. “But you’re okay, right?” She looks me in the eyes, and I see a bit of worry in hers. It’s funny how she wears the same exact frown her boys did just minutes ago. “After you left, Bucky called me. He sounded pretty worried and upset. He said you had a fight and wouldn’t answer his texts and calls.” I can feel two pairs of eyes staring into my back. “He also called me two days ago, asking if I heard something and if you’re doing okay.” I don’t need to turn around to know that the boys are throwing knowing gazes at me. So, I really wasn’t as good at hiding as I thought I’d be. “Also, you look like you didn't sleep well. Why don’t you come upstairs? Sleep here and go home by midday?" I take a deep breath before sighing, defeated. There’s no point hiding it from Wanda, she figures it out anyway, and then I’ll get lectured. “I’ll be fine. I promise. And I really want to get home to sleep in my own bed. When I get home, I'll lie down instantly and sleep. I won’t probably even change into sleepwear. And when I’m awake, I’ll have a chat with Bucky.” Wanda doesn’t look satisfied, but her yawning boys seem to distract her enough that she just lets out a tired, defeated sigh.“Do that. And then tell him I’m kicking his ass for letting you down again. I’ll already gave him an earful, but it doesn’t hurt to repeat it.”

“Sure, Mom.” I snicker a bit, but Wanda just rolls her eyes affectionately. Her expression turns serious again, though. “Are you sure you’re good enough to drive? You know we have a spare bedroom you can use.”

“Wanda, I appreciate it, but honestly, I really just want to get home already.”

“All right.” She lifts her hands in defeat. “But text me when you’re home so I don’t worry about you crashing the car. And make sure to lock the doors. Also, if you feel too tired, pull to the side and call me or Bucky, okay?”

“Yes, Wanda. Can I leave now?” I smile tiredly at her. She’s still wearing a frown on her face, and I can tell that she doesn’t like seeing me leave when I’m this… This what? Spooked? Tired? Emotionally drained?

Still, she finally nods and gives me a hug, kissing my cheek before letting go; only her hand still remains on my arms as she looks into my face. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I nod dutifully. She finally lets go of me, turning to Tommy and Billy. “Come on, boys. You must be tired, too. Be safe, Y/N.” I nod again and wave goodbye to the boys before I climb back into my car. For a moment, I watch them enter their home, then I start the engine and make my way back onto the street and home.

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not-a-space-alien · 1 year

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K&J x MMSS 3: Kane & Valen Part 5

Chapter 5 of the third crossover with @whumpsday!

Let's see what our two chewtoys heroes can manage this time!

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Content warnings: Burns, torture, restraint, references to off-screen noncon, misgendering of a trans character, mentions of suicide, major character death, blood blood blood

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The experiment is coming to an end. Kane knows this. He's nearly fully-fed by this point: though his skeletal appearance still suggests weakness, his sunburns are nearly healed by the time Nick applies fresh ones. But he hasn't let his strength show at all.

Poor Valen's had to watch him be fed every day, back so burnt it looks like used firewood.

Kane knows this is his only chance. After this, Nick will stop feeding him, and the energy that flows through him will fade. He has to try. What does he have to lose, after all? All he needs to do is get close enough to Nick to overpower him.

His suspicions about the experiment are confirmed when Nick comes down at night for the first time since they started. No more data to mess up.

"Hello, sir," Kane croaks meekly, waiting for Nick to approach him.

All alone, in secret, at night.

Nick smiles wickedly. "It's good to see you again, Kane. Something seems different. Did you miss my afterdark visits? I suppose you might have. There's no sun this time, after all."

"Yes, I prefer without the sun, sir," he says quietly.

"Good." He dangles the silver key in front of Kane. He always enjoys watching Kane burn himself while holding it. "Now go take Valen out of the coffin. I've been imagining some fun things we could do with those burns. It's a pity yours are almost gone."

"Yes, sir." Kane feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest. He hasn't been defiant in a long, long time.

But he has to. If not for himself, then for Valen.

He takes the silver key, the familiar sensation of burning fingertips greeting him once again. He holds it securely despite the singe.

There's still time to change his mind. He could be good and retrieve Valen from the coffin, just as he's been told. But he doesn’t.

He drops the key and grabs Nick's wrist instead, finding his grip strong once again, stronger than it’s been since his capture. Before he has time to react, Kane pulls him to the floor, wrenching the arm behind Nick and digging a knee into his back to keep him there. His breathing quickens with panic at the irreversibility of what he's just done.

Nick's face drops into something he hasn't felt, or shown, in a very long time: genuine fear. "Kane, stop this at once! Release me!" He feels the strength in Kane's grasp, suddenly realizing how lax it had been to keep a full strength vampire the way Kane is supposedly contained, and to draw close while alone. Even though Kane is chained to the floor, getting within arm's reach had been a huge mistake. The grip is iron-tight. Kane could squeeze and shatter his bones if he felt like it. The sensation of being overpowered by a vampire triggers deep-seated memories, ones he'd pushed down and buried, and he's a boy of 19 again, helpless before a group of vampires laughing and playing with him.

His face twists into a snarl. No, he's the one in control here, not Kane. How dare this lowly leech think he can do something like this? Nick had thought both of his vampires would have been beaten into submission by now, lost their will to fight, especially Kane, who'd arrived deferent and scared and already trained like a dog. He switches tactics, hoping that if he just speaks authoritatively enough, Kane will get scared and go back to being submissive, if he can just trigger that part of the vampire's brain. "Research subject #2, this is not according to protocol."

Kane knows what he has to do. Nick's keys are all right there. All he has to do is make Nick not a threat anymore.

If he pushes his knee down with all the force he has, he'll crush the human's spine. That kills humans, he thinks.

But he's being disobedient, and that scares him, especially when Nick uses that voice. So he freezes: not letting go, but not finishing it yet, either.

"Wh-what else am I supposed to do, sir?" Kane starts to cry, his tears pattering onto Nick's arm. "I can't, I can't do it anymore, I just wanna go home!"

"You lost that right a long time ago when you decided to be a monster," Nick snarls. "You know this is what you deserve. You know you don't deserve to be free and happy. What you're good for now is being of use to humans. Now let me up, Kane."

Kane stays like that for a long moment. Then says, "You're right. I deserve it. But Valen doesn't."

He pushes his knee down hard, all at once. Despite everything, he wants to give Nick a quick death. There's a sickening crack. It’s immediately apparent that’s not enough on its own, and when he hears the scream, he targets Nick's neck next. Then it's over.

"I'm s-sorry sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he babbles, picking up Nick's keys with shaking hands. Many of them are silver, and his hands quickly become more and more burnt, but he feels more than ever that he deserves it. He unlocks his own restraints, picks the coffin key off the floor, and heads over to unlock Valen, still crying.

Valen watches incredulously as Kane kills Nick. This has to be a dream, right? A fevered dream his mind is conjuring up in his haze of pain to comfort himself. He'd thought about Kane just a little too hard as he fell asleep, imagined Kane taking care of him too much. He'd spent most of his time recently staring at Kane, either while the other vampire slept or as he prattled on and on while Valen couldn't respond. Loving him silently, his one comfort, and alternatively being afraid of him and hating him. Of seeing his strength grow, knowing how his hands could hurt Valen's vulnerable flesh, of how Nick would tell him to and he would do it, because Kane always does what he's told...

Valen whimpers, overcome by emotions, scared at the violence, disbelieving that things could get better, unable to trust the simple vision that he's seeing, of his tormenter dead on the floor.

Kane unlocks the coffin, dropping the key singing his hands. "I c-couldn't get my own cuffs off," he explains, having been unable to reach the keyholes with his hands bound. He unlocks Valen's, then holds the key out. "Could you? I'm sorry it's silver."

Eyes wild, Valen yanks Kane's hands towards Valen's head, where the muzzle is, emphatically gesturing for him to take it off.

TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT OFF NICK IS DEAD IT CAN COME OFF.

Kane tries to, out of sheer instinctive obedience, but he can't. "I can't reach. If, if you take my cuffs off, I can do it." He holds his bound hands out to Valen pleadingly. "I'm so excited to finally talk with you."

Huffing, still looking feral, Valen takes the key, and immediately drops it when it singes his hand, shaking his hands and whining. He keeps a hand on Kane's wrist and kneels down, bringing Kane down with him, groping for the key, finding it, and again pulling his hand away out of reflex at the burn. His eyes wheel around wildly, sobbing, and he finally manages to hold onto the key long enough to stick it in the lock on Kane's wrists and turn it, unlocking him

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you, Valen." Kane reaches up, and finally, finally removes the muzzle from Valen's face, tossing it to the ground.

Valen's mouth is free. As soon as the bit slips out of his mouth, Valen shoves Kane unceremoniously away--or tries to, at least, Kane is much stronger than he is now, so all he manages is to push awkwardly past him diagonally, because he's going for--

He falls to the ground over Nick's body, his frame trembling with an explosive mix of emotions. He bites into the corpse's throat like an animal, savagely tearing it open and releasing the human blood. He laps it up feverishly, tearing away more and more skin like a lion on a kill, like a shark in a feeding frenzy, painting himself with blood down his neck and chest and up to his elbows, cracking bones and ripping limbs in his frantic mission to extract as much blood as possible from this corpse.

He gorges himself, well past his stomach's limits, and he leans over and vomits it all back up rather quickly, then immediately goes back to the body for more, in a haze of violence and blood and quenching the dark urges he's been unable to indulge for the past few months. He pants and growls, mutilating Nick's corpse almost beyond recognition, a pool of blood that his clumsy, uncoordinated feeding failed to capture spreading out across the concrete floor, soaking his knees and feet.

Kane is already fed. He's glad to see Valen able to sate her hunger now, the guilt having been eating him alive for a while. "Drink up. It's okay. You won't go hungry again. I'm going to take us home."

While Valen feeds, Kane goes over to Nick's desk, grabs a pen and paper, and leaves a note:

I'm sorry. I never wanted this. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But I just couldn't take it anymore. It hurt too much. Tortured during the day and raped during the night, over and over with no end, nothing but pain and misery. I just wanted to go home.

You would have done the same, if he was doing it to you.

Kane

He reveals Nick's secret as a final fuck-you to him. He can't be punished for it now, and he won't have to see the humans' faces when they learn what’s happened to him.

He then goes to sit beside Valen, waiting for her to finish.

Valen stiffens and crouches over the corpse, as though defending a kill from a predator, but then comes to his senses a little. He looks down at his shaking hands, dripping with blood, then back at Kane. His savior. "I-" he croaks. "I- I-"

Kane hugs Valen- not fully, being mindful of her severely burned back, but as much as he can without touching her injuries. "It's over." He pulls back so he can look her in the eyes. "Kane de Sang. Nice to formally meet you." He gives her a small smile.

Valen leans into the touch, gripping him like he's going to fall off the earth, smearing blood all over Kane. "V-V-V-Valen," he says. "Tha-ank-you."

"Let's- let's get out of here. Let's go home." He pulls off Nick's shoes and pants, putting them on himself, but both end up being too big, leaving Kane with a frustrated sigh. He tosses them back over to Nick. "Guess I'm running barefoot. It'll be fine. I've got the strength and speed, you've got the persuasion in case we run into anyone. Together we make a whole vampire. Do you... want to try the shirt?" It's covered in blood. "Considering, um," He gestures to his own chest with a blush.

Valen listens to Kane, trying to make his brain understand what he's saying. It finally clicks --the clothes, Valen hasn't thought of himself as a creature who wears clothes in a while, hadn't considered the possibility of dressing himself. Valen almost laughs at Kane's embarrassment at suggesting Valen cover himself. He'd almost forgotten he was topless.

He reaches over and pries Nick's shirt off his body; it's soaked with blood, and torn a little, and it slaps wetly against Valen's skin as he puts it on. It sounds like they’re going somewhere, so maybe he’ll suck on it later… as a road trip snack.

The shirt is far too large for him, of course, and it hangs down to his thighs like a short dress. "Where are we going?" he rasps. Even if he'd had the mental fortitude to be anxious about what Kane plans for him, he wouldn't have the strength to fight him off.

And....this is Kane. His Kane. It feels like he should be anxious, but he isn't.

"We could go to my parents- I'm sure my house isn't mine anymore, I'd have been assumed dead years ago. Or we could go to your and Priscus's home, if you give me directions?" Kane suggests.

"You-you think we can make it all the way to the border? What if, what if the sun comes up? What time is it? What if there are hunters?"

"I don't know. I, I don't know. I have no idea where we are," Kane admits. "If it's not cloudy, we can use the stars to get to vampire territory in general, since all we need is a general direction? We just... we just have to hope, about the sun. It can't be too far away, if there's a hunter base, right? They wouldn't need many hunters far away from vampire territory? I don't know how late it is. If there's hunters... you need to use persuasion. I can't." Kane becomes more and more visibly terrified of their task as he speaks. "It's better than staying here."

Kane's mounting fear starts to put Valen ill at ease again. Oh God, they have no idea what to do, either of them, and if they choose wrong it would be disastrous.

Kane kneels on the ground, facing away from Valen. His back is definitely burned, but nowhere near as badly as Valen's. "I don't want to hurt you by carrying you in my arms, you're so burned. Climb onto my back?"

Valen clambers up onto Kane's back, holding his legs out so Kane can loop his arms under them. Oh, this is nice, being carried. Maybe this will be all right.

Kane winces as he feels the crispy backs of Valen's knees. "I'm sorry. I can't think of a better way to do this."

He heads up the stairs and to the front door cautiously. He knows the building is empty- if there were more humans here, he would be able to smell and hear them, but he's so paranoid. Thankfully, it's not cloudy out, and he can see the stars well enough to navigate approximately. Unfortunately, the position of the moon indicates they only have about half the night.

"Fuck. We, we've got to go." Kane starts running, his feet quickly becoming scraped up, but he doesn't care. That's the least of his problems right now. He can't even go in a straight line- he has to avoid human settlements, sticking to empty stretches wherever he can.

Valen loves being carried, he decides. He loves finally being able to speak to Kane, to say thank you. It's the first time in months someone has been kind to him, and he feels so safe and secure now, with Kane strong again.

He doesn't know how far away they are, but as the night drags on and on, Kane gets nervous. He stops so he can speak to Valen. "The sun will rise in around an hour. We need to find shelter."

Valen whimpers when Kane points out the impending proximity of sunrise. "Y-yes. Yes, you're right, we need to hide. I just--I just hope no one stumbles across us and calls the hunters."

"We're hours away. It wouldn't be the same hunters. They'd..." Kane looks around, his thoughts escaping him as he takes in where they are.

The landscape looks familiar.

"Valen?" His voice comes out small and scared. "I- I think we're in the area my old hunters work in."

"What?" Valen says, aghast. "The-the ones who tortured you senselessly?" Oh, he would hate to run into any of them. Hate, hate, hate. They couldn't run into them, they just couldn't. They're so close.

Kane bursts into tears. "I can't do it again, I can't! We just got out!" he bawls. "W-what do we do? The sun's going to rise in an hour!"

Valen is also starting to panic. "We--we have to hide. And if anyone stumbles across us, I can use persuasion on them. We have to just hide."

But they catch vampires with persuasion all the time.

Kane doesn't say it. There's nothing they can do except hide. "O-okay," he says shakily. "We'll just hide. And... and worst case scenario, we can just- we could die. If they find us. Together."

Valen lets out a strangulated sob. He doesn't want to die, not really. But....based on the things Kane has said in the past... Maybe that would be preferable, if these hunters find them.

"Let's--let's just hide. They probably won't even find us. They're probably not even looking for vampires during the day. Let's just find somewhere to shield ourselves from the sun."

"Right. You're right, and if they find us at night, I can just run." That calms him down a little. He's not unprepared like he was the first time he was captured, and he's much faster than any human.

He manages to find a wooded area, where even if their shelter does fail, the trees will block most of it and they'll only be burned a little- and there are plenty of sticks around to offer an emergency exit. He sets Valen down and begins digging a hole in the ground, unsure of what else to do. "We can bury ourselves, and leave a tiny hole that won't shine on us so we can breathe and see when the sun sets?" Kane shakes with terror.

It occurs to Valen that he has to step up, now. Kane has a phobia of the sun, far above and beyond what all vampires feel, beyond even Valen's fear of the sun. He's been remarkably brave this whole time, even at the mention of dying, but Valen can see he's trying not to cry at the thought of the sun.

Valen gently takes his arm. It's easier to be brave for someone else. This must be the feeling that has been driving Kane. "It will be okay. You won't get stuck in the sun. If we get burned, we'll be able to move out of it. There are plenty of fallen tree limbs around. Why don't you gather up some of those, and we can make a lean-to? Or if digging would make you feel better, we can dig a pit. There are enough fallen leaves that we can pile them on top and block out the sun. Or we can find an overhang somewhere, and block it off."

Kane stops mucking about in the dirt, looking desperately up at Valen with tears in his eyes. For the first time in years, someone's helping. "Okay," he agrees quietly. "You're, you're right. There's no straps. We can move. Th-thank you." He starts gathering the materials and constructing a lean-to around Valen, quick and panicky as dawn approaches.

He sits next to Valen, then digs a shallow pit and covers his body in dirt, given his state of undress, just in case. Only his head and arms remain out. "Thank you f-for being here with me. I don't know if I could have even killed Nick if you weren't there too."

Valen lays down next to Kane and snuggles up to his side. As they'd done before, with Nick watching, but this time, there's nothing except the inside of their little shelter. "Thank you for saving me." He puts his forehead to Kane, closing his eyes.

Kane wraps an arm around Valen. "Of course. I'm so, so glad I could get you out of there. I can't believe... it's really over. It doesn't feel real,” he says in awe. "Um, can I ask... tell me about yourself? I've been talking your ear off for- weeks? months? But I know nothing about you."

Oh no, Kane wants him to talk. He doesn't feel the need to hide anything, but suddenly his brain locks up, forgetting every single thing about himself before he'd been locked in a cage. He wasn't good at making decisions. "Oh, of course...like what--what would you like to know?"

Kane shrugs. "What were you doing, before all this? Housewife duties, or something else...? What kind of music do you like? I feel like we've become... friends?" He says it hesitantly, in case it's not true, in case Valen doesn't see him as worthy of friendship. "But I don't know any of the things friends would normally know about each other.”

Valen's eyes are downcast now. "For a long time I was the mistress of the Kithrara estate, but my husband and I separated a while ago." Brushing over the disaster that'd been by calling it separated. "And since then I mostly-" Kane might think it stupid if he told him about his lofty dreams he'd been hoping to accomplish with the power of science, which he'd used to think could make anything possible. "I'd mostly pursued my own interests, which I'd been denied while living as a housewife. And as for music..." He snuggles closer. "I rather liked the kind you sang to me."

Kane smiles. "No one's wanted me to sing since I was a child. Since before... you know. My defect. I'm glad I could at least do a little something to make it better for you." He rests his head on Valen’s shoulder. She was extremely vague about her interests, but he won't push it. "I'm sorry about your husband. I can't presume to know what it's like... to be a woman and all, but I've had my interests denied too."

At the mention of being a woman, Valen struggles to decide whether or not to have that conversation with Kane. He doesn't want to lose what they have. Would Kane be disgusted by him? Would he patronizingly deny Valen's identity, or even worse, somehow accept it but then be disgusted that he'd been intimate with a man?

Still, Valen smiles softly. "Life is hardly a competition of who's been cursed with the worst situation, my dear Kane. But even if it was, I think you and I would be at a stalemate on that front." The smile fades. "It's a tragedy your family forced you to abandon your passions for some antiquated sense of family embarrassment. The world has been denied your beautiful voice.... You told me before about your friend Bellamy... would it be feasible to aim for his place? I rather like what you said about him, and...I don't think the two of us would be very comfortable either at your family's house or the Kithrara estate." Valen thinks that if he has to listen to captive humans, or even worse, will only be fed if it's directly from a human, he'll lose it.

Kane looks anxious. "He's not really... my friend. We haven't been friends in around a century. I don't even know if he would want to see me again. I was horrible to him." He thinks about it a moment. "But he did say... his door was always open to me. I suppose we could give it a try, and go to my parents' if that doesn't work out. I didn't know you and your husband were separated when I suggested that. Wait! Wouldn't that mean you have your own home? We could just go there?"

"Oh, I-" He blushes. "I did, yes. I do. I don't have the key, though. I don't have servants or anything there. It must look awfully abandoned. I do wonder if anything has happened to it."

"Okay, so we could possibly go there. Bellamy lives pretty close to the border though, so that might be more convenient. How deep into vampire territory do you live?"

"Well....Not close to the border. I would say Bellamy's house is closer. Although, if Bellamy turns us away, we could certainly make it." His flush reddens at the thought of being alone at home with a man, as though he and Kane haven't already had sex. ....that didn't really count, though. It wasn't sex, not really. It had been....something else. "I could--I could share my books with you, in that case. And I have quite a large, comfortable bed. Although, obviously you would be welcome to sleep separately. If you wanted to." Valen is secretly extremely desperate to sleep next to Kane, not having felt as safe as he did now while touching him in a long time.

"I would want to share." Kane says immediately. "I don't want to be alone. I haven't been apart from you since... my old hunters." He shudders. "If- only if you're comfortable with that, of course. I'd understand if you're not, after... what we were made to do. I'm sorry. I know I've said it before, but I'm sorry. I never wanted to be a- a rapist." His eyes flood with tears.

"Kane." Valen puts a hand on his cheek, wiping a tear away with the pad of his thumb, then tilts Kane's face so they can make eye contact. "You did not rape me. Nick did. He just used you to do it. I know what being raped feels like, and how to identify who it is who's doing it. It wasn't you. It was never you."

"It wasn't?" His voice is small and fragile. "Nick- Nick said..." You will be in a few minutes. Those words have been playing in his head ever since that night. "Okay. If, if you say so, then it must be true." It feels like a giant weight off his shoulders. He relaxes against Valen.

"Nick said that because he knew it would hurt you. That was always what he wanted. I know there are grievous sins in your past, but as long as we've known each other, you've been nothing but as kind to me as circumstances allowed."

Dawn approaches. Kane stares at the blue on the horizon, whimpering, clinging to Valen desperately.

Valen keeps a strong grip on his hand. "We'll be all right. We are free to move around. If anything goes wrong, we can cover ourselves. There is no one here to make us stay in it."

The sun rises, and for once, nothing happens. There's no horrible, burning agony erupting across his body. Kane is in awe of it. He's still terrified, but somewhat less so now that it's actually happening.

"We should sleep in shifts," he suggests. "We can't both be asleep at the same time. You're the one who's injured worse, so, um, ladies first. I'll wake you if anything happens. I'll protect you, I promise."

Oh, they're definitely going to have to talk about that. Kane is one of those people who thinks he's being polite by acknowledging Valen's apparent femaleness. They can do that later, though. "Thank you. I could use some sleep. And at nightfall, I can ride on your back again. I like being tall enough to see further out. I’ll be the lookout, and you the noble steed.” He smiles. “Well, good morning." He wants to curl up into a ball, but that would aggravate his burns, so he simply lies flat facedown on the ground. He manages to get to sleep all right, surprisingly enough, tucked away in the safety of their cozy little shelter, up against each other.

***

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yeonzzzn · 7 months

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🌕luna nova: sim jake

a vampires bleeding series: three / seven

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 4.9k

synopsis: with dorian after jungwon and jay's mates, the boys and the humans travel to the countryside in hopes of laying low and figuring out what dorian actually wants. you and your twin brother take them into your family's spare house. after learning about their true reasons for leaving the city, more unfortunate events unfold causing the boys to seek help from another source.

genre: acquaintances to lovers, vampire!jake, half vampire!reader, angst, some spice.

warnings: mentions of blood and death, swearing, fire, cute jake ♡

Jake hung his head back, legs slightly lifted and hands gripping the tree branch to keep his balance.

The sky is a mixture of orange and red, the moon slowly lifting in the distance.

“It’ll be a new moon soon,” Jake whispered to himself.

Sunghoon sat beside him, an old Nikon camera held to his face.

“Capturing it?” Jake asks, his best friend adjusting the camera angle.

“Of course,” Sunghoon sassed, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Jake chuckled, “Try getting the angle upside down, it’s still pretty this way.”

Sunghoon glared down at him, “That’s stupid.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Jake teased, “You wouldn’t know unless you tried it.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, flipping around into the same position as his friend, holding the camera back to his eye.

“This isn’t actually that bad,” Sunghoon admitted, “Just need the perf-“

“YOI!!”

Jungwon dropped down from the branch above, shoving his face into Sunghoon’s camera.

“Capture me instead, Hyung.”

“When did you ever get here,” Sunghoon snapped, palming Jungwon’s forehead, and shoving him out of the way.

“Just now,” Jungwon sang, connecting his feet back to the ground.

Jake sat up, “Where’s the others?”

“Should be here soon.” Jungwon hummed.

“You’re more annoying, where’s __?” Sunghoon once again tried to capture a photo of the sunset, just for Jungwon’s face to get right back into the frame.

“She’s with Jay and __,” he shrugged, “My mate is tired of me.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “That’s impossible.”

Jungwon’s eyes lit up, “she’s here!”

Jake watched the younger runoff, his hands instantly locking onto his mate, embracing her close to him, their smiles ear to ear.

Jay’s arm was also wrapped around his mate. Jake swears he’s never seen Jay smile as much as he has with her. Their stubborn Jay, is always so serious and self-hatred for what he is just to have folded so easily under her.

Jake dropped his head in his hands, watching his brothers with their soulmates. A small pit of jealousy forms.

“Jake, Sunghoon, come down,” Heeseung waved to the two of them, “We need to start this meeting.”

—

“Wait, you want us to move?” Niki questioned, clearly not liking the idea.

“It’s what will be best for our pack,” Jungwon crossed his arms, “We have more to protect besides just each other now.”

Jake twirled his rings around his fingers, taking in the information.

Sunghoon sighed, “Where will we go now? What about our jobs here? School specifically for Niki?”

“I’ll move if I don’t have to graduate high school again!” Niki raised his hand, “I’ll gladly move if so.”

“Unfortunately for you,” Jay’s stubbornness at play, “You’re stuck in a seventeen-year-old body, if you don’t attend high school it’ll make it more suspicious.”

“Not to mention he still acts seventeen,” Heeseung teased, “No one would ever guess that he’s almost two hundred and ten years old.”

“Says you old man.” Niki teased back.

Jake laughed along with the banter, happy that it’s been this peaceful.

“Any other sightings of Lilly?” Sunoo brings back the topic, “Or any other that could be connected with Dorian?”

Jay’s jaw clenched at the mention of their names, his mate also tensing at the mention, “No. I’ve searched everywhere. Asked around. It’s like both have disappeared.”

“It’s been almost three months, but we can’t continue to peek over our shoulders,” Heeseung sighed, “Dorian knows where we work, where we all live, where the girls attend college…we need to do what’s best for the pack.”

“And that’s leaving?” Sunghoon asked, “Again, where would we go?”

“The countryside,” Jungwon nodded, “It’s away from the city, no one will know who we are.”

“Or what we are,” Jake mumbled, still twisting the rings around his fingers.

“Jay and I already found a clinic we will both work at and even a high school for Niki.” Heeseung teased the younger.

Niki groaned, dropping his head into his hands, “This fucking sucks.”

“The girls will have a good small community college to continue studies,” Jungwon wrapped his arms around his mate, “Gotta keep this pretty brain learning.”

“Already smarter than you, Wonnie.” She teased.

“Baby, I have so many years on you, don’t even.”

“Anyways,” Jay ignored the lovebirds, “The countryside would be the best bet for us right now. There is also someone who has some knowledge about Dorian, she can keep us up to date.”

“Another vampire?” Jay’s mate asked.

With a shake of his head, he answers, “No, she’s a dhampir.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, “Who?”

—

You pulled the string back, narrowing your vision down to the target, taking a deep breath in, releasing the string and your breath in one go.

The arrow flew across the field with a quick snap, hitting the target dead in the center.

You smirked, relaxing your arms.

A snap of a twig caught your attention, quickly grabbed another arrow to the bow, string touching your cheek, and whipped around to the sound.

“Woah woah! Calm down there Y/N, Jesus.”

“Archer, I swear to god!” You snapped at your twin brother, lowering your bow, “What if I took your head off!?”

“I’m way too quick, you’d miss.”

You pointed a finger at the target, “I don’t miss.”

Archer glared off at the target, ignoring your comment.

“Anyways, they will be here tomorrow morning,” Archer says, “We need to clean out the spare house.”

You turn and face the target again, pulling the string back, “Why don’t you go clean it? I’m busy.”

Archer groaned, “No, you’re helping. You know who they are after all.”

You released the arrow, it once again hitting the middle, “I knew them,” you corrected, “It’s been like a hundred years, they are probably completely different people.”

Archer sighed, “Y/N, please.”

You couldn’t resist the pout your brother gave, “FINE!”

He smiled wide, following behind you towards the spare house.

“You’re lucky you have a good older sister like me.” You teased him.

“You are literally five minutes older.”

Cleaning the spare house took longer than you wanted, but alas it was done.

“Why did you agree to have them stay here?” Archer asked, sweeping the last bit of dusk into the dusk pan.

You shrug your shoulders, “The way Heeseung and Jay were talking, it seemed important, the least I could do.”

Archer slumped onto the couch, “Why are they coming out here? City too much for them?”

You shrugged again, “I didn’t ask.”

Archer narrowed his eyes at you, trying to read your very good poker face, “You’re lying to me.”

You looked away from your brother, “I really don’t know.”

Archer knew he couldn’t press anymore, and let it at that, excusing himself to go home and sleep.

The boys arrived sooner than you expected that next morning.

You leaned against the wooden post on the porch, crossing your arms as their car pulled up to the house.

You caught two other scents with them, two you didn’t recognize…two that aren’t vampires.

One by one, the seven of them trailed out of the van, two female humans following behind.

“Lee Heeseung, you didn’t tell me you were carrying humans with you!” you snapped, your mood completely changing.

Jungwon and Jay quickly pulled the females behind them, giving you glares.

You notice immediately, your body and mood relaxing.

“You didn’t say you had mates, I only prepared blood bags for you seven.”

Jake held up two bags worth of food, “We went shopping when we got into town.”

You studied him, his half smile sending flutters in your stomach.

“Long time no see, Y/N.” His Aussie accent was as adorable as ever.

You nodded, “Indeed it has been,” you looked between the other boys, stopping back at Jungwon, Jay, and their mates, “Please come inside.”

Everyone settled in one by one, the boys all drinking from the bags.

Jungwon’s mate wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, her smile never once fading from the sight of seven vampires drinking blood from bags.

Jay’s mate was even more unphased. She seems just as stubborn as Jay is.

“Never thought I’d see you two with mates,” You said leaning against the dinner table, laying your head in the corner of your arm, “Mostly nice to know someone can tame that stubbornness of yours, Jongseong.”

Jay shot daggers through you, “Don’t you have something better to be doing than hanging around here?”

You sat up, giving him a smug smile, “Nope! I want to know why you’ve come to me begging to help hide you here in my parents' spare house, along with your mates.”

The room went quiet, you looked at each of them one by one.

“Someone better speak up.”

“It’s Dorian,” Heeseung finally answered.

Your heart stopped at the name, “Why the fuck are you here!” You stood up from the table, staring Heeseung down, “What the fuck is going on?!”

“He’s after my mate,” Jungwon was the first to speak up, “He tried to take her from me.”

“And he almost drowned and killed mine,” Jay spoke in the calmest voice you’ve ever heard. Pulling his mate's hair back, revealing two scars on her neck, “He drank every ounce she had and dropped her off a cliff.”

You watched as Jay dropped his forehead to hers, his jaw clenched tightly.

Jungwon also brought his mate closer to him, their hands intertwined.

You sat back down, “Dorian wants your mates, and probably wants you all dead.”

They all nodded.

“He joined up with Lilly,” Sunghoon chimed in, “He must have something else planned besides tearing our pack apart.”

“And you came to me, why?” You asked.

Heeseung sighed, “We needed someplace safe, mostly for the girls. But for the safety of our pack. Y/N, you’re the only one who can help.”

You crossed your arms, squeezing yourself tightly, “What if he finds you all here? He’ll kill us too!” You took a deep breath in, “I have Archer to protect.”

“Please, Y/N,” Jungwon asked, with pure desperation on his face.

“Ugh! Fine! If he shows up, I’m leaving you guys here alone.” You quickly stood up, heading for the door, “I apologize deeply for what Dorian has caused for you all, but if he’s planning something, we all need to discuss that soon.”

You stormed off to your house in a second, grabbing your own bag of blood from the fridge and dropping onto your couch, nearly scaring Archer to death.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, “Did they settle in fine?”

You nodded, the iron liquid making its way into your system.

Archer could sense how pissed off you were from the beginning, “Y/N, what is wrong? Why are they here?”

You shrugged, not wanting to talk about it.

Archer rolled his eyes, groaning, “I’ll go ask them myself.”

“Dorian.”

Archer laughed, “You’re joking, nice joke.”

“I wish I was,” you sighed, “He’s after their mates and wants to kill them all. They are here to hide.”

Archer stood to his feet, “What if Dorian follows their scent here?!”

“Trust me Arch, I know!” You snapped back, “All we can do is pray the witches' spell they put on this town helps hide their scents.”

Archer started pacing back and forth, “What else did they say?”

“Lilly joined him.”

Archer groaned again, sitting down on the floor, “Y/N, we have lived peacefully…”

“Archer you don’t have to tell me this,” you rolled your eyes.

“Do I need to remind you what Dorian did?!”

You stood up quickly, your index finger dug into your twin's chest, “Shut up, Archer.”

“He killed our parents!!”

You walked away from him, opening the front door ready to sprint away.

“Dorian killed your mate!”

You stopped in the doorway, staring down at the wooden steps, and a pair of shoes suddenly appeared.

Your eyes followed up on who they belonged to.

“Y/N,” his soft Aussie voice whispered your name.

“Don’t, Jake.” you pushed past him, running as fast as you could.

—

Jake found you by the pond, watching the fish swim in circles.

“Y/N…” Jake whispered.

You turned around and looked at him, “What do you want?”

“We were friends once which seemed like a lifetime ago…I didn’t know about your parents or your mate.”

You looked away from him, moving your knees to your chest, “It was after you guys found Niki and left that city to get away from Dorian. We moved out here to do the same. We weren’t so lucky.”

Jake sat beside you, “Do Heeseung and Jay know?”

You nodded, “That’s why they didn’t want to tell me over that phone call why they needed to come here.”

Jake twisted his rings again, “What does it feel like? What did it feel like?”

You looked over at him, “You mean having a mate, and what it felt like losing them?”

Jake nodded.

You took a deep breath in, staring off at the water and its movement from the wind.

“It’s exactly like they all described,” you hug your legs tighter, “Being a dhampir, I didn’t think I could even feel all the parts of having a mate.”

Jake also pulls his legs to his chest, leaning his head on his knees, putting his full attention on you.

“My father, the vampire side, always talked about the knot that connects you. My mother, my human side, always talked about the warm feeling you get, how the butterflies flutter and your words jumbled together. That you’ll know you found your soulmate.”

You looked at Jake, giving him a soft smile, “I didn’t think I would even have a soulmate, who could love something like me? Half monster, half human…”

“Okay Jay,” Jake teased, “Everyone is capable of love.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thank you Captain Obvious!”

He smiled, “It’s true!”

“Anyways,” you looked away from him, feeling your face slightly flushing, “When I met him, I knew immediately. That knot tied together, pulling me to him. But I also felt that warm feeling, the butterflies and I could barely speak.”

You looked down at your shoes, fighting hard to continue the story.

“But Dorian came, wanting the witch's spells that my parents were protecting. Obviously, he didn’t get what he wanted and killed them. My mate happened to witness the murder and Dorian…”

Jake tucked his lips between his teeth, knowing exactly what happened without you even having to say it.

“I was at the market with Archer, and we both felt the connection to our parents fade. But when Dorian took him from me…”

You clenched the fabric over your heart, the pain resurfacing, “I felt that knot snap. I felt his last breath. And then there was nothing. My colorful world turned dark. My reason for living…gone.”

Jake tried to find the right words to say, knowing nothing could even help.

Jake clearly doesn’t have a mate. He doesn’t understand how it would feel to have one or lose one.

But he fully understood now why Jay and Jungwon have gone to these measures to protect their own.

“I obviously still have Archer,” you continued, “He was there to help keep me from going off in the deep end. It was Archer's idea to have the witches in the neighboring town conceal our scents here to protect us and the rest of the people living here.”

Jake sat up straight, “Wait.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Yeah?”

Jake stood to his feet, “I know what Dorian could possibly be wanting.”

—

Heeseung covered his mouth deep in thought, “Y/N, what other information can you gather about the witches?”

You shook your head, “I don’t know, we just grow the crops and take care of the land and send them herbs when they ask to keep them protecting us.”

“He wants the spells for something,” Jake jumped in, “He clearly does. It would make sense why he’s been feeding as much as he has lately, to build strength.”

“Then what would he want with me?” Jungwon’s mate spoke up, “He never met me before until that night.”

“It must be our blood type,” Jay’s mate chimed in, “Jay said when we met that he can tell my blood type based on the smell, I’d assume it’s the same for you all?”

Everyone except you nodded, you weren’t so blessed with that side of the vampireness.

“So that clearly means, these witches spells that he wants,” Sunoo put the pieces together, “Needs a specific blood type for it to work. knowing Dorian, he has __ blood from when he almost killed her.”

Jay’s mate looked away from the table. You could only imagine what she could have felt that night.

Jake crossed his arms, rubbing his fingers on his chin, trying to put more puzzle pieces together.

He looked over at you, studying your face as if looking at you would unlock all the secrets of the world.

And then it actually did.

Jake took a deep breath in, your scent flowing through him.

“He also wants Y/N.”

You look at him, confused, “What would he want with me?”

Jake tilted his head, “You also have that blood type he needs, on top of where to find the witches for their spells. The only reason you’ve been safe is because of the protection spell.”

Your body went still. Everything is connected.

“That makes sense why he always disappeared for months at a time,” Jay tapped his finger on the table, “He is going back and forth between trying to take our girls and find Y/N.”

“Good thing we came here then,” Jungwon leaned onto the table, “Now we know what he’s after, we have to find the witches before he does. He must know we skipped town by now.”

“I can go tomorrow,” you said, “I know how to get there, but we all can’t go together.”

“Why not?” Jay’s mate questioned, “Safety in numbers?”

“That’s not how witches work, babe.” Jay sighed.

“Witches and vampires don’t get along,” Sunghoon explained, “They will notice seven full vampires and a dhampir, they will conceal themselves and either kill us when we get too close or flee.”

You nodded, “They will more than likely flee due to the fact you all are in a pack, they won’t stand a chance if they fight you all. Which is why I need to go alone.”

“No,” Jake protested, “you’re not going alone.”

You glared at him, “They know me.”

“And once you leave this town, Dorian could pick up your scent.”

You hated to admit that Jake was right. The witches only were protecting this town, and their town, not in between it.

“I’m going with you.” Jake couldn’t let you do this alone.

And you knew you couldn’t stop it from joining.

“Okay,” Heeseung said, “we will come up with a more solid plan in the morning.”

Everyone agreed.

“Can I-“ Niki started.

“No.” Heeseung and Jay said at the same time.

Niki stood in silence, looking between the two of them, “What?”

“You start your first day of school tomorrow.” Heeseung teased the younger.

Niki pouted, “Hyung, you’re joking?”

Heeseung gave him a smile, “Go to bed.”

—

Jake sat against the wall on the bed, trying to go through his own game plan for the following day.

He couldn’t explain it, but after seeing you after all these years was messing with his head.

You've filled his every thought. It even surprised him that he was so quick to join you tomorrow.

Jake ran his hands through his hair, his stomach doing flips.

There was a knock on the door, startling Jake out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

You opened the door, peeking your head through, “You’re still awake?”

“Obviously.”

You slipped inside the room, slowly closing the door behind you.

You leaned against the wall, studying him and his white t-shirt and plaid-designed boxers.

“You look like you are getting ready for bed?”

Jake shook his head, “Too deep in thought to sleep.”

“Getting cold feet about tomorrow? Sim Jaeyun?” you teased him, your heart did a flip as he bit his lower lip with a small smirk.

“Haven’t been called that in a while,” Jake looked down at his hands, his fingers once again twisting his rings.

“I was one of the only ones who called you by your actual name.” you brought the memory back.

Jake nodded, “We didn’t know each other very long then, did we?”

“Yeah, it was a very short time in that town.”

“I guess one thing about being immortal is having to skip around because locals notice you aren’t aging,” Jake leaned his head against the wall, “You at least still age.”

You softly giggled, “Yeah I guess I was blessed in that department, I still age but it’s just slower.”

“Gives you a better chance at living an actual life.”

“How long were you guys in the city?” curiosity filled you.

“Oh shit, awhile,” Jake let out a small whistle, “We moved around a bit into different areas, but once Heeseung and Jay made their names at the hospital and clinic, it made it harder to move.”

You nodded, “It’s good you were able to stay in one place for a bit longer, ya?”

Jake softly smiled, “Yeah. Eventually, we were all able to leave what we ended up calling the safe house and got our own places. Heeseung and Jay had their own separate places. Sunghoon and I lived together. Niki was with Sunoo. Jungwon kinda just floated.”

“I always forget that Jungwon is your pack leader.” You laughed.

“Why? Is it so hard to believe?” Jake pulled his knees to his chest, waiting for your answer.

“No, Jungwon is perfect for it,” you quickly spat out, “I don't think anyone else could corral you guys like him.”

Jake nodded in agreement.

The room fell silent. Jake could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” Jake tilted his head, his hair slowly falling from its part.

You tucked your lip between your teeth, breaking eye contact with him.

How do you admit to an old acquaintance that he’s been making your heart go crazy from the moment he stepped foot out of the van? That even all those years ago you may have had a small crush on him.

Jake could see the blush on your skin, the goosebumps on your skin, and how your chest moved with your increased breathing.

“Y/N.”

You looked up at him, the look of want was on his face.

“Come here.”

And that’s all it took. You were on him in a second.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, lips touching his as if your life depended on it.

Jake’s hands squeezed your hips as he pulled your body even closer to his.

The mutual pining that was between the two of you was driving Jake up a wall.

Jake slowly snaked his hands under your shirt, resting them on your back,

You didn’t know what came over you, you reached for the hem of Jake’s shirt, quickly sliding it up and off his body.

Your hands slid back down his bare chest, fingers tracing his abs as you shoved your tongue down his mouth.

Jake felt himself losing control, the mixture of the hormones and your blood was like a drug to him.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

Jake wrapped your legs around him, quickly changing positions, and laying you on your back.

Chills went down your spine. You cling to his bare back, softly letting out a moan.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” Jake groaned into the crease of your neck, leaving small kisses trailing up to your jawline.

Jake wanted you. Oh, he wanted you.

And you wanted him.

But the thoughts of losing your mate came too, causing you to slide right from underneath Jake and back to the door.

“I’m sorry…” Jake said, quickly pulling his shirt back over his head.

“No it’s my fault,” you turned away from him, “I just…”

“It’s about your mate.”

You nodded, “I lost my soulmate, but you still have a chance to find yours, don’t waste any time on me.”

That was the last thing you said, leaving Jake alone in his room.

—

You’ve both been walking for hours. Jake’s hair stuck to his forehead from his sweat and the damp air.

You’ve both been quiet. Barley saying a word to each other since last night.

It was driving Jake crazy not being able to talk to you.

Jake was stuck in his thoughts about last night. Scared of the possibility that maybe he doesn’t have a soulmate. That no one was made for him.

Jake was hoping it’d be you, but not once did he feel this so-called knot. The string of fate.

“Can we talk about last night, Y/N?”

You sighed, “There isn’t anything to speak about with it.”

Jake stepped in front of you, “Yes there is.”

“Like what?” you scoffed, “We aren’t mates, Jake. I don’t owe you anything.”

You walked around him, your heart pulling back to him, but continuing forward.

Jake grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“Let yourself feel, Y/N.”

All you could do was stare up at him, unable to speak.

He took your face between his soft hands, his thumbs making circles on your cheeks, “Let yourself feel again. You are holding yourself back all because of your loss. Let yourself feel.”

You wanted to open your heart up to him, but the fear of losing someone again, you couldn’t do it.

“We have to keep going, night will fall soon.”

Jake followed behind you, knowing he could only do so much to get you to reopen your heart again.

The sky grew darker as the moon slowly made its appearance.

Jake stopped, mouth forming into a small smile.

You no longer heard Jake’s footsteps, turning around and seeing him just standing there.

“Everything okay?” you asked him.

Jake nodded, his eyes not leaving the sky.

You walked over to him, looking up at where he was.

“I’m confused?”

“Luna Nova.”

You look back at him, “what?”

“Latin for the new moon,” Jake’s smile grew even wider, “Beautiful Luna Nova.”

Jake meets your eyes. The new moon’s light brings out that beautiful cocoa color.

You wanted to kiss him. To grab his hand and hold it so tightly.

The gate to your heart has been locked. Jake was right, it was time to feel again.

You broke the lock to your closed gate and let yourself feel.

Your heart pulled to him, the beautiful string of fate twisting and knotting together. The familiar feeling of love and want and belonging.

Tears filled Jake’s eyes, “Is that…is that what it feels like?”

You nodded, your own tears filling your eyes.

“Who knew it was still possible to find a soulmate.” You softly whispered.

Jake kissed you. He kissed you with so much love and passion and with every ounce of lost time from the moment he was born, turned into a vampire, and lived all the lives he has until this moment. Those hundreds of years were now finally worth it.

He was tied to you.

Jake released his lips from yours, his sweaty forehead connecting to yours. Your breathing matches his in perfect sync.

“You’re my Luna Nova, my new beginning…just like the moon phases,” Jake whispered.

Hand in hand, you lead Jake the rest of the way towards the witch’s village.

“What is this head witch like?” he asked.

“She’s roughly our age?” you said, trying to calculate the math in your head.

“That’s pretty old.” he teased.

“Yeah, aren’t we all? She’s trapped in her twenties like the rest of us.”

“Couldn’t be worse than Niki.”

You nodded in agreement, “Poor Niki.”

Laughter filled you both, but only until you reached the village.

To be met with despair.

The land was burning. Young children witches and warlocks were covered in ash and dirt.

People shouting and crying out for their loved ones who were caught in the fires.

Homes were torn to pieces by flames and lifeless bodies spread throughout the land.

“What the hell happened…” Jake was barely able to speak, too shocked at the sight before him.

You ran as fast as you could towards the village.

“Y/N! Wait!!”

You didn’t listen to Jake and kept running. The witches' village was supposed to be hidden. Was supposed to be on the edge of the town, hidden from the world.

You frantically searched for people to help while asking around for the head witch.

But no one has seen her.

You panicked, giving Jake orders to help find her, describing her in detail.

Jake searched all the while helping those in need.

“Y/N,” Jake showed back up at your side, “The fire isn’t stopping, we need to go!”

You shook your head, “We need to find her!”

One of your few vampire gifts was your sense of hearing. You called your eyes and focused hard, searching everywhere, until you heard her breathing.

“She’s alive!”

She was found under some rumble from a fallen building.

“Y/N…” she said barely above a whisper.

Tears filled your eyes as you and Jake pulled out from the rumble.

You held her in your arms, pushing her hair out of her face.

“What happened here?” Jake asked, kneeling down beside you, “What caused this?”

“Dorian.” She coughed out.

Your heart stopped, and anger washed over Jake.

“He came for the spells,” she breathed out, “he knew you were coming for them, you were too late.”

You looked up at Jake, tears falling down your face, “What do we do now?”

Jake bites down on his tongue, looking at the witch below him.

“Get her back to the house, we need to know exactly what happened.”

You nodded, “So much for a new beginning, huh?”

a/n: i hope everyone is enjoying my little vampire series so far! i have so many ideas planned for the rest of the members and hope everyone looks forward to it! thank you so much to everyone who is keeping up with this series and the continued support. It means everything!

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Unloved, but not by you {part 3} <last part? >

Part 2

Pairings- Eddie Munson x (female) reader

THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT CONTENT!!! minors dni

Fic warnings for whole series (may not apply to some chapters) - fluff, angst and smut 18+ mentions of blood and violence.

Word count- 3.9k

You kicked your feet as the two boys dragged you away. You yelled and tried to escape their grip but it was no use. They threw you inside a bedroom and shut the door holding it closed so you wouldn’t be able to escape.

Carter now stood by Eddie’s counter, watching him struggle to get up. “See what happens when you fuck with other peoples girlfriends?” Spoke Carter. His voice was a bit breathy. “I’m not fucking with anything Miller, you need to get that through your thick skull” eddie finally made it to his feet. He stared at Carter for a moment whilst wiping the blood from his face, he looked over towards the hall and heard your yells from the other side of his bedroom door. You see, the fighting upset him and all but the fact they were treating you like this, that set him off. “If this is about me and you Miller then I suggest you just let Y/n go.” Carter laughed at Eddie’s suggestion, turning his head to the side as he rubbed his chin, then looking back at the long haired boy. “Why? So she can go run and tell?”

“Just let her go, Miller” Eddie said again ignoring the others question. He balled his fists, not feeling scared like he did before. “I’m not doing shit you say, Freak…if you want her out so bad, earn it” “fight me, if you win, I’ll leave and let you and y/n be the freak couple you want. And if I win…” Carter stepped closer to Eddie now, practically in his face as he uttered the rest of his sentence “I’ll beat you, till you’re on the brink of death and take what’s mine”

You froze as you heard those words faintly coming from down the hall. You immediately started banging on the door again “LET ME OUT” you yelled over and over again. But your words came to no prevail. You turned around, lookingfor anything to free yourself but Eddie’s room was just full of music, posters, his guitar and and other useless shit. You ran back to the door when you heard a loud thump, the fight had began.

“She doesn’t belong to you and if you think in your fucked mind that she does…you’re fucking stupid” Carter was fed up and threw another punch to Eddie’s face. He took it like a champ this time and threw his fist back in response. It landed on Carter’s face but didn’t do much to the boy. The jock then tackled eddie, making him fall to the floor causing a loud thump, “YOURE FUCKING DEAD” Yelled Carter as he threw another punch while in top of eddie. The boy blocked it and tried his best to flip the two over to get an advantage. Eddie wasn’t the best at fighting but when it came to you and knowing the outcome of losing, he was putting in his all. The fight dragged on and on, on the floor, then into walls, then crashing each-other into the counters or doors. You felt your heart drop when things went silent. Wondering what happend, the anticipation driving you crazy. That’s when you felt the door lighten. You were now able to open it and what you were greeted with was just pure chaos. The trailer was a mess and the door was half open, a little bit of the light from outside shining into the dark trailer.

You stepped over broken glass and inanimate items that spread across the floor before seeing Eddie. He was leaned against the far wall ,his hair was a mess, his right eye was black and swollen and his nose was busted and covered in dry blood. You immediately ran over to him, taking him into your arms as he collapsed down to the ground, you following him. “E-Eddie, oh my god I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have wrote that note, I-I shouldn’t have-I- I shouldn’t have mentioned you. “ you started crying as you spoke, holding the boy in your arms.

Eddie looked over at you, he cracked a smile “I think I beat him” he laughed, and you just sat confused as to why he was laughing. “Eddie…whatever you did, it worked and that’s all that matters” the boy nodded and tried sitting up, but winced in pain holding his side. You stood up bringing him with you as you wrapped his arm around your neck. “We’re going to the hospital” you say trying to take him outside but the boy stepped back. “No…no hospitals, im fine Sinclair….” “Eddie no!, your face it’s all busted and your side it obviously hurts” you argued

“Then patch me up doc” he said. Even tho this terrible event just occurred Eddie didn’t show any sign of sadness or defeat. He was just..Eddie. Sarcastic and full of jokes and remarks. “Eddie are you serious right now? You need a hospital” you walked back over to him trying to persuade him but it was no use “if I go to a hospital 1 they’re gonna make me stay there and I hate that shit man. And two they’ll see the ducking drugs in my system Sinclair…I really can’t have that. And three right now…after all this fucked shit I just wanna be around you” you sighed heavily at the boys response and nodded “fine…but you’re coming to my house I have a first aid” Eddie smiled like a little kid who just won an argument and finally went outside. Surprisingly no one was surrounding the place…which was weird but you were sorta thankful. You both took your car and you drove to your house. The car ride was surprisingly silent…I mean you both didn’t know where to start or what to say even after everything…maybe it was the nerves? You finally made it to your house and thankfully your parents weren’t home. You went inside and avoided your siblings going straight upstairs to your bedroom. “Alright, you sit there…and I’ll go get the first aid from downstairs.” You began out of your room before stopping “and Eddie…don’t touch anything” you pointed at him with a serious look and he just raised his hands into the Air “you got it sweetheart” you glared at him and then went downstairs to retrieve the first aid from the kitchen, successfully making your way upstairs without any disturbances.

You entered your room and Eddie was laid back on your bed. you smiled and sat next to him, your head now hovering above his “I’m back” you say with holding the first aid high enough for the boy to see while laying down. You told him to sit up and he did as you said, opening the box and setting it next to you as you grabbed a few things out. You and Eddie were very close to eachother at this point and even with the swollen eye he was still so fucking cute, it made your heart slip a little. “This is gonna sting…probably really bad okay..” Eddie cocked his head to the side “I just got my ass kicked by Carter Miller…I think I’ll survive this Sinclair” you rolled your eyes and grabbed a hold of the boys chin pulling his face a little closer. You put alcohol on a cotton ball and dabbed around the boys eyes where the dried blood sat. He winced at the pain but kept it cool which made you laugh a little. “What’s so funny ?” He asked opening his eyes looking at you but you just shook your head with a downturned smile saying “nothing, nothing..” the next few minutes were silent as you finished cleaning the boys swollen eye now making your way to his bloody nose and slightly slit lip. “Jesus…he did a number on you didn’t he..” you muttered “you should have seen his face…I’m telling you it was worse than mine…I threw a glass cup at his face” you cracked a laugh at the last bit of the boys sentence but eventually stopped, your face turning gloomy “I’m sorry…again Eddie I shouldn’t have mentioned you in that note. I just got so mad while writing it and wanted to get back at him-“

Eddie stopped and pushed your hand away as he cocked his head back a little, his eyebrows furrowing and face turned to look confused. “Get back at him?” He asked now seeming hurt. “Yea…I wanted to upset him….but bringing you into it was not the right idea..” you set the bloody cotton pad down to grab another one, returning to clean the rest of the blood but Eddie pulled away “Eddie..” “so what you said in that note…it was a lie?”

“What? No ! I really don’t wann-“

“I’m not talking about that part Y/n..I’m talking about the part saying you wanted to be with me..” you felt your stomach twist with his words. Your heart started to beat a little faster than it already was and your breathing hitched signaling you were now nervous. You said nothing, I mean you couldn’t form words at all. If you said something now you’d just spill your heart out to the boy and probably scare him away. But Eddie took your silence the wrong way, taking it as a no, it wasn’t true. He shook his head obviously hurt and got up. “You know what…I-“

“Everything was true…in the note” you squeezed the bridge of your nose sighing heavily. “I want to be with you…I really do, like really really do” you found your courage and stood up walking over towards Eddie who was standing still in his place “I mean honestly, who wouldn’t?” You stopped when you were right infront of him, close enough to feel each others breath. His was hitched. He was nervous. “Are you nervous Eddie?” You say with a whisper ,your hand making it’s way to wipe the bit of blood that still stained his lip “do I make you nervous?” You didn’t know why you were saying the things you were, it came naturally like they were spilling out without control. Did you care ? No, not at all because whatever you were doing was getting Eddie all flustered and you found it cute. You dragged your hand up his arm, your nails scratching lightly at his pale skin making sure to be careful not to hurt him in any way. His breathing became shaky, while your hand made its way back down, now gliding across his stomach “y/n…” he said, his eyes closed very obviously trying to enjoy the feeling of your hands on him. “Hm?” You reply acting oblivious. The knot in your stomach beginning to grow as you, yourself was beginning to want Eddie more than you should. Eddie swallowed “why…are you doing this” he asks, now opening his eyes to look down at you. You loved his eyes, god they were beautiful. You stopped. Stepping back a bit leaving Eddie to feel empty without your touch. “Do you not want me to?” You ask biting the inside of your bottom lip, you eyes stared directly into his. You knew what you were doing, making him nervous, stuttery trying ti find words. You see, even though Eddie looks like the type to stab you if you tried anything in reality he was just soft…and very shy when it came to shit sexual especially with you. “No- no I do, hell don’t get me wrong- I just- why…?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile.You look to your left your tongue brushing against the bottom of your upper teeth. “Why not? Eddie, I’ve told you just now and on that paper that I want you, I always have but I think I was just in major denial” You say widening your eyes and exaggerating using your hands. Before you could even look up you felt a pair of hands touch both sides of your face, pulling you in and lips pressing against yours. The knot in your stomach growing even larger after realizing what was going on, wanting to be released. Eddie pulled away, looking at your with wet lips, he was trying to find any sort of signal or look that would give him the ok to dive back in but you did it for him, pulling his face back to yours, your lips moving together in unison.

You slowly backed up until your legs hit your bed, you sitting back down as Eddie pushed you on your back. Lips still in contact. His eyes were closed and so were yours. His hands roamed your body, one of them making their ways to your breasts as he squeezed them softly loving the feeling of them in his hand. You pulled away only for a second to catch your breaths before going back in but this time the kiss was rougher, filled more with lust than passion like before. Though Eddie was in bad shape he ignored the slight pain that radiates from his lower lip and eye wanting to only feel the pleasure even kissing was bringing onto him. Your hands wrapped around the boys neck, and legs wrapped around his waist. He then pulled away again “holy shit…is this really happening” he asked in a breathy tone. You shake your head yes, a smile on your lips “yes Munson…it really is” with that he leans back down to kiss you again but you wanted more, more of him. You tug at his jacket wanting him to take it off and he does, following along with his shirt. He breaks the kiss to take it off but you catch a glimpse of his ribs, bruised. “Jesus Eddie” you say moving your head to the side to get a better look. You felt bad, really bad.. “don’t focus on that y/n it barely hurts anymore “ “Eddie..” “y/n..I’m fine if it gets too bad I’ll tell you” you nodded and went back to focusing on Eddie’s face, his eye was starting to unswell surprisingly fast. Which made you feel just a little better than before.

Eddie took off your shirt a few seconds after, his lips coming in contact with your bare skin. You gasped a little when you felt his mouth enclose around your nipple, the feeling of him sucking them wanted to make you moan aloud. Your hands were now tangled in his long messy hair, him loving it. “Fuck Eddie..” you say in a loud whisper turning him on more than you already have. You kept moaning his name until he finally let off, trailing down your stomach and to the hem of your pants. He looked up at you his innocent eyes not so innocent anymore. “Are you..” he began but you cut him off with a haste nod, letting him know it was okay to go farther. He smiled and started to pull down your pants now leaving you only in your black undies. Eddie kissed along your thigh. You wanted to scream at him for being such a tease but we both know you enjoyed it. “Eddie..” you moan out but he ignores you, only focusing on kissing closer and closer to your core. He now knew what he was doing to you. He knew how good he could make you feel and loved it.

Eddie now sat up removing his rings from his fingers and god did you know what thag meant. It was actually hot, seeing him remove each ring, his eyes still on your as you both knew what was coming next. Once he removed the last one he leaned back down, one arm on each side of you as he hovered above you. You leaned up, looking down at your naked bottom half when noticing the bulge in Eddie’s pants. You bit your lip trying not to reveal you knew what you saw and laid your head back down. He kissed you, this time passionately but not nearly as long before , him breaking the kiss to trail down your stomach and to your clothed pussy. You started to feel hot with anticipation and Eddie could see it clear as day. He looked you in the eyes while he slid your panties to the side, his fingers circling your clit which made you let out a loud, breathy moan. You covered your mouth trying to keep quiet hoping that if Lucas or Erica were home they didn’t hear you. Eddie circled faster, still looking at you, your heart beating fast feeling like heaven was where you now were. You moaned aloud this time, an actual moan when he slipped two fingers inside of you, thrusting them back and forth slowly at first and speeding up every few seconds. This time, you weren’t the one covering your mouth, Eddie was. “You don’t want anyone to hear us do you Sinclair” he asked in a low and seductive tone. He went faster, curling his fingers inside of you “do you?” You shook your head back and forth moaning into the boys hands as quietly as possible, he nodded “good girl..” Eddie removed his fingers and brought his head down to your pussy, you watched as he licked his fingers tasting your juices before getting another taste but this time straight from the source. The boy swirled his tongue around your clit, slurping at your pussy as he flicked your bean with his tongue. You tried your best to keep quiet. Throwing the pillow over your face, gripping the sheets, biting your tongue but honestly nothing could fully hold back the moans, the pleasure was just too surreal. You couldn’t believe Eddie fucking Munson was making you feel like you were on cloud nine, your ex could never.

You felt the knot in your stomach start to unravel. You were close. “E-Eddie I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum” you whine gripping Eddie’s hair even tighter now ready to release but…he stopped. You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy “not so fast…” he said looking down at his own little problem. His bulge was huge, and you could tell it was just begging to be let out. Eddie started to undo his pants but you stopped him. “Let me..” you insist crawling over to the boy was was placed on his knees. He watched as you started to undo his pants, pulling them down him having to help by laying back and sliding them down his legs. Once done you were greeted by his hard cock poking through his boxers. You bit your lip as you slid those down as well, his hard cock springing out almost hitting you in the face. Your eyes widen at his size but you weren’t that surprised knowing Eddie always had that type of energy. You lean down and wrap your mouth around the head of his cock, sucking softly. Eddie let out breathy moans his hands now the ones to grip your hair. His head was thrown back on the edge of your bed when you took him fully. You bobbed your head up and down taking him all the way each time his moans now as loud as yours. At this point you didn’t care, your door was locked and if they heard that’s on them. You loved the sound of the boys moans, especially since you were the one causing them. “H-holy fuck y/n” he let out, Thrusting his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. This went on for a few minutes before feeling his dick twitch in your mouth. He was close. “S-shit stop..” he commanded. You did as he said and stopped letting off his dick with a pop. “What’s wrong ?” You asked curious. “Well , I don’t want our first time together to end with me cumming in your mouth y/n, that would barely even be sex” eddie sat up and pushed you back down on your back. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Him, inside of you, you both receiving pleasure from one another at the same time. He looked up at you as he positioned himself at your entrance and you nodded giving him the okau before he pushed himself half way in, he leaned down to somewhat hug your body, your arms wrapping around his torso, nails scratching at his back which made him wince a little at the pain. He started slow, both of you moaning in pleasure “faster…please..” you asked and he obeys, thrusting in and out of you faster and faster. Now all that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping and both of your moans mixed together. Eddie gripped your hips when he leaned up smacking into you. His cock reaching deep inside of you. “Oh fuck…fuck Eddie im close I’m really fucking close” you moan “just a little longer” he replies pulling out, flipping you on your back. He slams back into you leaning down to wrap his arm around your body pulling you up to get an advantage to kiss your neck. He sucked on it leaving faint hickeys wanting everyone to know you got a good fuck tonight when you go back to school. He didn’t care what Carter would do, or his friends or other people. Knowing he now had you was all that mattered to him. You were all he needed. “Fuck..y/n…I’ve been wanting this for as long as I can remember” he groans. The boys thrusts were becoming sloppy though still fast and you knew he was close. It didn’t take but a few more thrusts before he was moaning he was close to cumming. You came first and he pulled out seconds after spilling himself onto your back. You collapsed on your stomach and he did the same right beside you, both of your breathing heavy and rapidly. “That was the best sex I’ve had since…ever” you say turning your head to look at Eddie was already looking at you. He smiled and pressed his lips against yours softly. The boy got up looked around for something to wipe you off with and eventually found the towel you had used the morning prior to wipe you off with. Once he did that you turned to now lay on your back, pulling Eddie down and flipping the covers over you both, you cuddling into his side. “I don’t want to leave this position ever…”

He cracks a laugh and wraps his arm around you kissing the top of your head “me and you both Sinclair” you bring your hand to his hair moving a few strands from his eyes. “Again…Eddie that was amazing and if I had the energy I’d do it again right now.”

“So what does this make us?” He asks out of curiosity looking down at you. You think for a moment before answering “official..” you say confidently “be ready to have me sat and seated next to you at your nerd table tomorrow”

“What about Carter?“ he asks not really caring about him but wanting to know what your anwser would be “I say fuck the asshole, if he even comes near me or you, I swear I’ll let the whole school know who he got beat up bye…that person being my amazing boyfriend.” You lean uo to kiss Eddie on the lips and he couldn’t help but deepen it, leaning on his side to get a better angle. He was finally incredibly and purely happy.

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Chapter 1.2~ The Weirdo on Maple Street

Series Masterlist

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You paused and listened. There was rustling to your left. Turning, you saw a girl with a shaved head stepping out from the bushes. She was wearing a yellow shirt that seemed to swallow her whole. The boys stared as you moved into action.

Stowing your flashlight into your jacket, you held your hands out. “Hey, do you need help? We won’t hurt you, I promise.” She looked scared as she tentatively took your hands. “Come on, we’ll get you someplace warm.” You looked at Mike. “Let’s head back to yours to reconvene this search tomorrow. We won’t get anywhere in this rain and she needs help.”

You led the girl to your bike and got her to sit behind you as the boys got on their bikes. She was now wearing Mike’s jacket to try and keep her a bit warmer.

Somehow, you guys were able to sneak the girl into Mike’s basement. You were sitting next to her as she clutched your hand, not letting go. Mike stood in front of you two.

“Is there a number we can call for your parents?”

Dustin was less tactful with his questions.

“Where’s your hair? Do you have cancer?” You shot Dustin a glare.

Lucas was a bit better. “Did you run away?”

“Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“Is that blood?”

“Stop it, you’re freaking her out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

Throughout the boy’s arguing, the girl’s grip on your hand tightened more and more.

“I bet she’s deaf.” Dustin clapped his hands near her and the girl flinched. “Not deaf.”

“Dustin!” You sent him another death glare and he backed away sheepishly.

“Alright, that’s enough, all right? She’s just scared and cold.” Mike went and grabbed some clothes from a pile. “Here, these are clean. Okay?” The girl touched them with her hand and then started to take her shirt off.

“No, no, no!” The boys freaked out as your hand shot out to get her shirt down.

“Not here, the bathroom.” She just looked at you, so you grabbed the clothes from Mike and led her there. You started to close the door and she grabbed your hand looking panicked. “You don’t want it closed?”

“No.”

You smiled. “So you can speak.” You closed the door until there was a gap. “How about we keep it like this and if you need me, just ask. Now, is that better?”

“Yes.” You walked back to the arguing boys and flopped down on the couch. Your fingers again drifted back to the bracelet. Each bead feeling like a promise to Will, a promise to find him and bring him back home safely. You tuned the boys out as your mind wandered, your worry for Will eating you alive. You came back into the conversation as Mike was explaining why they couldn’t tell his mom.

“In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We'll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will.” Mike’s plan was good, but you just hoped that you guys would find Will this time.

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You helped Mike set up a place for the girl to sleep. You led her to the sleeping bag. “You can sleep here.”

Mike crouched down next to you. “Hey, um, we never asked your name.” She showed you two a tattoo, 011, on her wrist. Mike reached out to touch it and she flinched back. You pulled his hand back.

“Sorry, we’ve just never seen a kid with a tattoo before.” You sat down in front of her. “What does it mean?”

“Eleven.”

Mike also sat down next to you. “Is that your name?” She nodded. “Eleven, okay.”

“My name is Y/n.”

“My name is Mike, short for Michael. Maybe we can call you “El”, short for Eleven.” She nodded. “Um, well, okay. Night, El.”

“Goodnight, El.”

“‘Night Mike, Y/n.”

You and Mike headed upstairs. As soon as the basement door shut, you finally broke down. “Holy shit, Mike, holy shit!” You fiddled with the bracelet even more. “First Will goes missing and then we find some strange girl in the exact spot he went missing? What the hell is happening?” You felt your chest get tighter as it grew harder to breathe. Mike sat you down on the couch.

“Hey, listen, breathe, it’s going to be ok. We’re going to find Will, he’s out there, I know it.” He hugged you and you buried your face in his shoulder. When you finally pulled away, you wiped your eyes.

“Thanks, I’ll- um- see you tomorrow.”

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As you sat down in class, Lucas tapped your shoulder. “Have you seen or heard from Mike?”

You turned around. “No, I thought he was already at school.”

“This is weird.”

“He’s never this late.” Dustin joined in the conversation.

“I’m telling you, his stupid plan failed.”

“I thought you liked his plan.”

Lucas sighed at Dustin’s question. “Yeah, but obviously it was stupid, or he’d be here.”

“If his mom found out that a girl other than you,” Dustin looked at you as he continued. “Spent the night-”

“He’s in deep shit right about now.” You nodded at Lucas’s statement.

“Hey,” You narrowed your eyes at Dustin, having a feeling that it was going to be weird. “What if she slept naked?”

You groaned and threw your hands up. “Oh my god, she didn’t.”

“Oh, if Mrs. Wheeler tells my parents.” Dustin started to freak out.

“No way, Mike wouldn’t rat us out.”

“Dustin, calm down. I’m sure things will be fine. We can head over to Mike’s after school and continue our search. Ok?”

Both boys exchanged a look before agreeing. Sighing, you rested your head on your hand as you waited for class to start.

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“You are out of your mind!”

The boys were arguing… again. You sat next to El on Mike’s bed, holding her hand and rubbing her back as she seemed to shrink into herself.

“Do you know where he is?” Lucas was getting in El’s face. “Do you know where he is?”

El jumped and her grip on your hand grew tighter as she pressed her side against yours. Mike pulled Lucas away. “Stop it, you’re scaring her!”

“She should be scared!” He turned back to El. “If you know where he is, tell us!” Not getting an answer, he turned back to Mike. “This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom.”

“No, Eleven said that telling any adult would put us in danger.”

“What kind of danger?”

Dustin joined the conversation. “Her name is Eleven?”

You looked at him. “El, for short.”

Lucas was panicking even more now. “Mike, what kind of danger?”

Mike made a finger gun and pointed it at each person’s head. “Danger danger.” That didn’t help the situation.

El was slowly calming down, but she still seemed very high-strung.

“No, no, no! We’re going back to plan A. We’re telling your mom!” Lucas reached for the door and it slammed shut. He tried again, but it shut again.

“No.” You looked over at El whose nose was bleeding. You locked eyes with Mike. It seems like you were all in some pretty deep shit.

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The four of you were sitting at the Wheeler’s dinner table. You were poking at your meatloaf, less than half of it eaten, your stomach in knots.

“Something wrong with the meatloaf?”’

“Oh, no, I had two bologna sandwiches for lunch. I don’t know why.” Dustin gave Mrs. Wheeler a smile.

“Me too.” Lucas followed along with Dustin.

You gave her a weak smile. “I just haven’t had much of an appetite recently with everything that's going on.” Mrs. Wheeler pursed her lips and nodded.

“It’s delicious, Mommy.” Nancy smiled at her mother. You exchanged a glance with Mike, you both knew she wanted something.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“So, there's this special assembly thing tonight for Will at the school field. Barb's driving.”

“Why am I just hearing about this?”

Nancy looked innocently at her mother. “I thought you knew.”

Mrs. Wheeler looked at her daughter sternly. “I told you, I don't want you out after dark until Will is found.”

“I know, I know, but it'd be super weird if I'm not there. I mean, everyone's going.”

Mrs. Wheeler sighed. “Just… be back by 10:00. Why don’t you take the boys and Y/n, too?”

“No!”

“Nope.”

“Mmm-mmm.”

Mrs. Wheeler looked at the four young children shaking their heads. “Don’t you think you should be there? For Will?” You were about to answer, but you saw El sneaking down to the basement. Before you could do anything, Dustin banged his hands on the table as Mike spit out his milk. Everyone jumped.

“Sorry, spasm.” Dustin gave a sheepish smile.

Mrs. Wheeler comforted Holly and then looked back at the table. “Why don’t you kids want to go to the memorial for Will?”

You suddenly got up from the table and left. You hoped the boys would take the chance and you thankfully heard Mike talking to his mother as you made your way to the basement.

“She’s been really upset, we all have. We’d rather be together than at some memorial.”

You crept down the stairs and found Eleven in the fort you and Mike had made. You waved a hand in greeting. “Hi, it’s just me. The boys will be coming down soon.”

El gave you a smile and scooted over. You took that as an invitation to sit next to her. She was messing with Mike’s super-comm, turning the knob as static came out.

You both heard the door to the basement open and El tried to hide behind you. “It’s ok,” You heard Mike’s voice and relaxed. “No adults. Just us and some meatloaf.” As the boys came downstairs, El eyed Lucas and Dustin warily. Mike followed her gaze and was quick to reassure her. “Don’t worry. They won’t tell anyone about you. They promise, right?” Mike looked at the boys.

Dustin smiles nervously. “We never would’ve upset you if we knew you had superpowers.” You groaned as Dustin yelped from a kick from Mike.

You turned to El. “What Dustin is trying to say is that they were just scared… earlier. That’s all.”

“We just wanted to find our friend.” You heard the pain in Lucas’ voice. You knew he missed Will, you all did.

“Friend?” You looked at El’s doe eyes, she really had no idea.

“Yeah, friend. Will?” Lucas was confused.

El’s halting words came out. “What is ‘friend’?” Lucas threw his hands up.

“Is she serious?” You sent him a glare as Mike moved closer.

“Um, a friend-” He seemed at a loss for words.

“Is someone you’d do anything for.” Dustin joined in.

“You lend them your cool stuff, like comic books and trading cards.”

“And they never break a promise.” Mike finally found some words.

“Especially when there’s spit,” Lucas added.

“Spit?” You let out a small laugh as Dustin and Lucas explained.

“A spit swear means you never break your word,” Lucas said as he and Dustin demonstrated. Dustin looked at his hand in disgust as Lucas finished. “It’s a bond.”

“That’s super important because friends… They tell each other things.” Mike was finally sitting in front of you and El.

You squeezed her hand, “Things that parents don’t know.” El gave you a small smile and squeezed your hand back.

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You were laying on the couch, looking at the ceiling as El sat at the table with all the DnD stuff on it. “What’s the weirdo doing?”

“Really, Lucas?” You sat up to look at him as El put her hand on the board with her eyes closed. All of you exchanged a look and moved closer.

“El?” Mike hesitantly asked. There was a moment of silence before El opened her eyes and picked up Will’s miniature.

“Will.”

Dustin looked at Lucas. “Superpowers.” Lucas rolled his eyes as you and Mike sat down at the table.

“Do you see him?” Mike scooted his chair closer. “On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?” El swept all the miniatures off the board and flipped it upside down. She took Will’s miniature and put it on the board. “I don’t understand.”

“Hiding.”

“Will is hiding?” You exchanged a look with Mike after he asked. El nodded. Mike continued his line of questioning. “From the bad men?” El shook her head.

You looked her in the eye. “Then from who?” El grabbed the Demogorgon miniature and placed it on the board. Your eyes widened.

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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Oh my god i just found you're writing and I'm obssessed. First of all, I'm in love with your edgy!karl series. Seriously, it's amazing. Second of all, I had a little idea that you can take as a request if you'd like. I was thinking edgy!dream/clay but with a shy innocent girl. And a hint of some fear play kink? Like she's all cute and he's so edgy shes scared and intimidated by him when they meet and it turns him on knowing shes both scared of him AND attracted to him at the same time so he uses it against her(consensually of course)

can we call him alt!dream? ;) also,,, i rly like this request...

𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), fighting, smoking, language, oral (fm. receiving), fear play, asphyxiation, sight size kink & praise, dominance

The movie theatre dimmed, the beginning credits of the film reeling as a montage of a city played in the background. You settled back in your seat, accepting the fact that you had been stood up, determined not to let it ruin the movie you had already paid for. That’s right; instead of treating yourself to a new pair of shoes or a set of notebooks, you agreed to meet up with a sleazy guy from class after weeks of him pleading.

You sighed slightly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you realized you hadn’t even wanted to see the film and had only agreed because he suggested it. Someone moved into a seat near you, his legs stretching as he slumped down, purely due to his towering height. You stiffened, crossing your legs to inch away from him at the sight of his various tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark corduroy jacket.

He carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, revealing an eyebrow ring as he swept his bangs off his forehead momentarily. You tore your eyes from him as you noticed the cigarette balanced behind his ear. Even with the seat between the two, you could smell the smoke on his clothes mixing with the faintest hint of vanilla.

You folded your hands in your lap as you noticed him give you a once over. He reached towards you, making you flinch slightly before you realized he was holding out his bag of candy to you. “Want a jellybean? You look upset,” he motioned, voice low as he whispered.

You shook your head quickly, muttering a thank you and playing with your fingers. He shrugged, watching you for a second more before turning back to the movie. He tucked his arm behind his head, chewing on his lip as if debating whether he should keep talking to you or just let you be. You weren’t really sure which outcome you preferred.

On one hand, he fit every one of your guilty pleasure fantasies, while on the other, he terrified the hell out of you. It was more of an intimidating feeling, residing in the way each of his movements caught your attention and the way you could barely keep your eyes off his grungy appearance. Your mind drifted from the plot of the movie and towards the images of his tattooed hands wrapping around your throat and giving you a reason to be scared.

“You here alone?” He asked, popping another jellybean in his mouth. The action made you think of your grandpa waning himself off of tobacco when you were younger. Those jellybeans were blue and a flavor of comfort for you now, while the man before you seemed to only fish for the red ones.

You nodded hesitantly. “I got stood up,” you mumbled, making him shake his softly. “What about you? Are you here alone?” You wondered where you had gathered the courage to talk to him, his demeanor making you want to run, but his voice was a symphony to your ears in the darkness of the movie house, drawing you closer with each of his lulling words.

He wet his lips. “So far,” he answered. He stuck out his large hand for you to shake, his skin was coarse against yours as his finger reached to brush against your wrist. “I’m Clay,” he added, his name rolling into your mind and nestling itself into your memory just due to the tone of his voice. After you gave him your name his mouth curled into a soft smirk. “It’s nice to meet you,” he remarked. You blushed for an unknown reason, thankful for the darkness to mask your emotions.

Someone entered the theatre, marching up to Clay and leaning down to his ear. “Dream, we have to go now,” the guy whispered into his ear, just loud enough that you could hear him. Clay's face twisted into an annoyed expression while the guy turned to leave.

Clay straightened his jacket on his shoulders. “Not to seem to forward, but can I get your number?” He queried. You raised your eyebrows at him, basking in the fact that despite his friend’s agitation, Clay was taking his sweet time making his move on you.

As if you were acting on instinct, you grabbed a pen from your bag as he held his hand out to you again. You found a bare spot on his skin and wrote your number as clearly as you could manage with your shaking hands at the way his eyes watched you alluringly. Without thinking, you blew on the ink, trying to keep it from smearing. You froze, realizing what you were doing as he bit back a smirk.

He was completely eating up your awkwardness.

He reluctantly took his hand back, being pulled up by his friend. “I’ll call you,” he whispered on his way out, heat rushing to your ears.

The movie ended shortly after he left, sending you back out onto the city streets and away from your cocoon where you had forgotten about the sleazy classmate and let thoughts of Clay weasel their way into your nerves. As you stepped through the doors, your phone began to ring, kick-starting your heart at the thought of it being Clay. Instead, it was a friend of yours asking how your date had gone. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled a piece of gum out of your purse.

Her ramblings went deaf on your ears as a car violently pulled up to an alleyway a block from you. You squinted as you moved closer, your apartment being in that direction anyway. A few men got from the car and that’s when Clay stepped into view from behind one of the buildings, flicking his cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boots as he watched them get out. You could see your number still written on his hand, mixing with his tattoos.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking tiredly at the group of men that had come from the car as his friends began to shout at them. Clay chewed on his lip, looking around and away from the conversation before his gaze met yours. His eyes widened slightly before he turned back, an attempt to keep the attention away from you.

One of the car members grabbed for Clay’s jacket, yanking him closer as if to get him to pay mind to the man talking. Clay sent him a cocky grin, towering over him. With his normal height and his boots, he had at least a foot on the guy. One of Clay’s friends separated the two, breaking the groups into a brawl while shouting was accompanied with fists and elbow jabs.

You turned, walking in another direction as briskly as you could without bringing attention to yourself and the group of boys in the alleyway. Little did you know, Clay was watching you leave and kicking himself for it.

The next day, your mind was racing with Clay’s whereabouts. He seemed like he had his opponents under control, but what if one of them had brought a knife or another weapon? It wasn’t unusual for boys in the city to butt heads like they were, but the fact that you’d let one nearly pick you up the night before was boggling.

You gripped the strap of your bag as you crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk and adjusting your skirt. You kept your head down as you passed various people coming and going from their apartments before your ears picked up on a familiar voice. You picked your eyes up, spotting Clay and a small group of guys walking together. He popped a jellybean in his mouth after chiming into their conversation.

You held your breath as they neared you and that’s when you noticed his bruised face and scraped knuckles. Your number was faded on his skin, but still apparent on the back of his hand. He smiled at you, breaking off from his group and walking backward to match your pace. You bit back a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay,” you mumbled, barely able to make eye contact with him. His friends called out for him and he waved them off, walking in line with you.

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called last night but…” he made a gesture to his torso as he trailed off. “I broke a rib. I didn’t really… I don’t.” He laughed sheepishly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m fine. It’s good,” he brushed.

You picked your gaze off the pavement finally, focusing on his discolored black eye and busted lip. He didn’t seem to be too hurt, but he wore his wounds well. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, voice changing slightly. You drew in a sharp breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before it could get further knotted in the wind. A few people narrowed their eyes at the two of you and you wondered how you looked together. What kind of juxtaposition it was; his tall, dark figure looking like death in Doc Martens while you barely passed his shoulder in height with your less intimidating color scheme.

You debated how to answer him. Your eyes flickered to his dangly earring; a silver ankh. He ate another jellybean. “I was at first. I’m still kind of weary of you, I guess,” you muttered, making a smile bite into his features.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, which you were beginning to believe was a habit when he was coming up with what to say. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You shook your head. A blush crept to your cheeks. “No, I kind of like it,” you mumbled, barely audible enough for him to hear. His hand slipped into yours and you could feel your chest tighten.

“You like being scared of me?” His voice was dripping with allure, making you bite your tongue in a flushed embarrassment. “You just keep getting better and better,” he teased, making your ears burn.

You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but God, were you thankful for Clay’s hands as they kneaded your ass, his lips pressing against yours. He ground his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth as your nails sank into his tattooed skin. His tongue pressed past your lips, his large hand moving to fist in the sheets beside you before dragging up your shirt to grip your breast.

You breathlessly moaned as he broke your kiss, lips trailing down your body as he sat back on his knees, dragging your underwear off as your shirt was also discarded to the floor. He looped his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as his concentrated stare shifted to your eyes before he buried himself between your legs, your body tensing as a groan ripped through your body. Your fingers carded through his soft blond hair, tugging slightly in appraisal as he pulled away from you.

Clay looked up at you again, slowly pressing one of his long fingers into you, you moaned his name, reaching one of your hands up to grip at the headboard above you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, voice deep with lust as his breath fanned against your wet core. He pushed another finger into you as you nodded. He pressed his lips to your thigh. “I can’t believe you’re scared of me,” he mocked, making you whimper as his fingers pulsed against your sweet spot.

He pressed his lips to your core again, tongue teasing at your nerves as you caught your lips between your teeth. You moved your knee further up his arm for a better angle, driving him deeper. He pulled away, his fingers speeding up. “So needy,” he chuckled, the sound enough to send you over the edge if you really thought about it.

“Clay, please. I want you,” you whined softly, your thighs threatening to close around his head. His eyes sparkled devilishly, leaning away from you before tugging your legs towards him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, jaw tensing as you moaned around him.

He grabbed your hips, flipping your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. You heard him unbuckling his belt and your fingers knitted into the sheets beneath you. He pulled you back by the shoulders, hand moving to hold onto your neck. “Maybe I should give you something to be scared of,” he chided, making a shiver run up your spine as he pushed your thighs apart driving himself up into you. You were sure you would tear in half at the sheer size of him, but you bit back your whimpers at the pleasuring pain.

One of your hands moved to grip onto his arm as he thrust into you, his teeth threatening to dig into your shoulder as you moaned. His other hand moved to tease at your nerves, his determination to summon your orgasm sending your head reeling. You tilted back your head, resting against his shoulder as his hand tightened around your throat.

He let go of you, dipping you against the mattress again as his fist knotted in your hair. He steadied himself, leaning on one of his arms beside your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace, lips hovering beside your ear as he grunted your name and how good you felt.

You pushed your hips up against him turning your head enough that he pressed his lips against yours, the vibrations from his moans sending heat throughout your body. Clay’s tongue slipped into your mouth roughly, tasting your whimpers and lust. His teeth dragged against your lip as you felt him throb inside of you.

He pushed your shoulder back, moving you on your side as your leg curled around. At the new angle, he could drive himself deeper into you; dark green eyes focused on yours as his warmed breath cascaded over your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, running his thumb against your burning lips as his sights were almost hungrily looking upon you. Your breathing became shallow as he smirked at you, moving his hand to your throat again.

He leaned down, slowing his pace to drag in and out of you as his lips were close to your ear. He applied pressure, your breath hitching in your throat. “So pretty. Good girl, taking me so well,” he praised, making you moan as he kissed you again before speeding up his thrusts. You moaned out his name again, finishing as your eyes fluttered shut. He chuckled darkly, pounding into you harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, lips pressing to the skin behind your ears, digging his face into your hair as he chased his high.

He exhaled, breath blanketing your skin before he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and finally your lips in a quiet appraisal. You pulled him into the spot beside you. He ran his fingers through his hair as you curled against his side, his other hand brushing softly against your arm. You knotted your fingers with his, brushing your thumb against where your faded number rested. “Didn’t you just break a rib?” You asked, finally noticing the slide bruising on his side.

Clay chuckled softly. “Yeah, I think I was running on adrenaline until a second ago,” he groaned.

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