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thewriterg · 1 year

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𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

paring(s): Miles Morales x fem!reader, Miles morales x spidey!reader

summary: you were two months pregnant and it was only a matter of time before you had to stop hiding the child growing inside you and tell your boyfriend miles little did you know he has his own surprise for you as well

word count: 1.3k

request: Hi, can I ask for a, Miles Morales x pregnant reader please. Where reader is pregnant with Miles baby. She doesn't know how to tell him because she is skared that he's going to leave her and the baby. She doesn't realize that he knows and that he can hear the baby's heartbeat and not just hers. Just the rest love and fluf please. You can write the rest however you want. If you can do this thank you, if not that is ok.

warning(s): pregnancy, some tears, hormones, kisses, pet names, just a pinch of perinatal depression, I’m thinking this can be college-ish set, pet names, fluff, drinking while pregnant (a glass of wine is okay!), and language

A/n:—GIFs; @dailymilesmorales— I had to set my little angst whore brain aside for this and kept rewriting to make sure it was more happy than sad

Miles watched You in awe as you lied in bed staring at the feeling you were glowing under the late sunlight that seeped through the curtains of your shared bedroom Your was shiny, your nails were growing out, and your skin

that damn skin

“Hey love, I’m gonna go out on patrol for a little while” Miles had brought himself to your side of the bed down on both knees to get down to eye level with you as you let out a small breath before replying

“Okay, I’m sorry I can’t go with you” You felt beyond guilty for lying to your boyfriend this long he’d been taking up your shifts to patrol the city and holding you tight when you needed the comfort

What you had been telling him hadn’t necessarily been a lie you were feeling sick and the running to the bathroom every morning at the crack of dawn for the past two weeks was enough to prove it but you weren’t really telling him or anyone for that matter the full story

“Don’t apologize, ill be back soon okay?” Miles reassured you with that warm smile of his pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose as you nodded and soon enough the brunette was out the door on the way to protect the city

You finally decided to get up heading to your bathroom as you ducked to the cabinets level pushing aside the cleaning supplies and razors to wear two individually wrapped pregnancy test lied flat

You had already took some plenty actually that had all gave you the same results in someway

Two pink lines

or a

blue positive

You unwrapped them both carefully making sure not to tamper with anything even though deep down you knew it was true and that you were pregnant

You sat on the toilet as you went through the process you had many times before as you found yourself staring at the wall waiting as the timer on your phone silently ticked away the remaining time left

You would be more than overjoyed if you didn’t have the voice in the back of your head taunting and chastising you for even hoping Miles would stay with you and raise your baby together why would he you’ve been together merely four years your anniversary was three months from now

Or it would’ve been. Your little family would’ve been something breathtakingly beautiful.

You stared at yourself in the mirror a hand over your belly you weren’t showing but nonetheless it was a little version of you growing inside it and it made your heart squeeze in your chest

You slipped off your clothes and turned the knob to the hot water of your shower to sweep your thoughts clean you would tell Miles when he got back from patrol and would take care of your baby on your own if it came down to it

💌💌💌💌

Miles didn’t know what to do.

It was around two to three weeks ago that he heard something out of the ordinary, way out the ordinary.

He was lying next to your sleeping figure with an arm thrown across your hip draping over your stomach when he heard little rhythmic beats in the drums of his ears usually yours sounded more… lively and vibrant these ones were soft and dainty

Miles listened a little harder and he could hear both beats at the same time lively, vibrant, soft and dainty finally the realization had took his breath away

He was going to be a dad

you were going to be a mom

you had a family

Miles was so close to waking you up to engulf you whole and prepare kisses around your face but he settled you must have been tired carrying around the news of having a child growing inside you and maybe you wanted to surprise him he didn’t want to ruin that for you or himself so he waited

And waited

Now it was two weeks later and Miles was still trying to let you tell you on your own he tried to gently encourage you with warm smiles and checking up on you more than he usually would to the point where he thought it was overbearing

The only reason the man knew you were aware is when he offered you a glass of wine your favorite wine and all you did was take a sip leaving the cup deserted

The only reason Miles would confront you tonight is because he was simply worried for you and the baby’s health you hadn’t been to the doctor and the brunette didn’t want to wait too long to go

So he swung to the corner shop leaving with a dozen of white roses and some of your favorite snacks you enjoyed in a bag waiting to get home to you

💌💌💌💌

You sat on the couch your leg bouncing up and down in anticipation as you waited for your boyfriend to come back home you had six pregnancy test on tucked under your thigh playing with your hands in your lap

You finally heard the window beside you as you watched your boyfriend climb through the window of your home his suit skin tight on his body book bag residing on his back

you would miss seeing him like this

“Hey… how was patrol?” You questioned timidly and Miles would be lying if he said he weren’t surprised to see you out of bed

“Hi lovie it was good, calm surprisingly.” The boy responded as he sat on the couch next to you sliding the straps of his bad off his shoulders

“I got something for you”

You both chuckled at your in sync comment as you nodded for Miles to continue he didn’t speak he just reached in his bag before pulling out a bouquet of white roses and some of your favorite snack you had been eating on the last few weeks

“Thank you baby, your so thoughtful” The lump in your throat was more prominent that ever as you zoomed in on the feeling of the plastic test under your thigh

“Now what’s my surp-” Miles sentence was cut short as you shoved the test in his lap some facing up some facing down all of the saying the same result that you were pregnant

“I’m pregnant two months, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I-I was scared and I’m still scared and it’s okay if you want to leave I can do it by myself and-” This time you were cut short of your sobbing speech as Miles held your face In his hands his heart practically ripped in his chest as you sniffled heavy trying to keep your tears in your eyes for him to break up with you

“Oh sweetheart, im not going anywhere you hear me? I’m so glad you told me baby I’m so proud of you and I can’t wait to raise our baby together” Miles shushed you as you sobbed harder face pressed against his shoulder his suit soaking up your tears

“I’m so sorry it took me so long” You sniffled and Miles hugged you close rubbing small soothing circles on your back

“I’m just glad you told me okay? I’m so glad you told me baby” The brunette whispered running a hand over your hair smoothing it out as you began to fall asleep in his warm embrace

Miles would choose another day to tell you that he knew all this time but for now he would settle with holding you close in his arms and rubbing your belly

He held his world in his hands

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uneditedidiot · 10 months

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i can see you - jamie tartt x reader

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary: Jamie can’t stop imagining you pressed up against the wall and his mouth on yours…will he act on it? Based off the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift from Speak Now Taylor’s Version.

word count: 1.4k

Warnings: COULD be considered NSFW so maybe MDNI (18+) just in case, implied smut, Jamie pining after you, language

A/N: I started this the day Speak Now TV came out, but I didn’t get the chance to finish it until now cause I was moving and didn’t have internet. This gets a LITTLE spicy, so enjoy. :) also THIS GIF 👀

’Cause I can see you waiting down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do?

Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you

Well…Jamie was fucked.

You stood down the hall from him talking with Keeley about the big press conference coming up for the team, making sure you’d scheduled everything for the boys that you needed to.

Jamie couldn’t hear the conversation, just stood gazing at you with a soft expression by the water fountain. He’d told himself that staring probably wasn’t the best idea, as you had a rule that you didn’t date people on the team, but he couldn’t help himself. Everything you did, everything you said, even how you moved…he was hopelessly in love with you.

He had imagined this scenario at least a hundred times. You’d walk down the hall to him. He’d wrap his arms around you, one hand on the back of your neck, the other on the small of your back, and pull your lips to his. Then you’d slide your hands up over his shoulders, reciprocating the passionate kiss, and he’d walk you slowly backwards so that you were pressed against the wall at the mercy of his hands and mouth. And that’s where you would stay; bodies pressed together in a way that made you both want each other even more, ready to find an empty room at a moments’ notice. Then after you’d both spent at least an hour (if not more) drawing pleasurable experience out of pleasurable experience out from each other, you’d both confess your love for the other.

He shook himself out of this enchanting imaginary moment when he saw you laugh at something Keeley said, pat her shoulder, and start walking down the hall towards him.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he noticed you notice him staring. He spun quickly on his heel, pretending to fill up his already full water bottle.

He heard your footsteps approaching, then silence as you came to a halt in front of him.

“Uh, you realize your bottle is already full, right?” you teased.

He glanced up, stopping the spout from sending more filtered water cascading over his hands into the drain. He felt his cheeks grow warm.

“Erm, can’t ever be too hydrated,” he heard himself stutter. “Coach Lasso is always gettin’ on me to drink more water, so…here I am doing that.”

You wrinkled your eyebrows in a confused smile, which sent butterflies fluttering about in his stomach. You were just so cute…

“Ted wanted me to let you know that he’s going to call you up to talk about your assists this month,” you told him. “And Roy wants to talk to you in his office after the conference. Something about…” You checked your phone, frowning in puzzlement. “...Uncle’s Day?”

“Shit,” he cursed. He averted his eyes bashfully. “Yeah, I might’ve…intruded a little on Phoebe’s holiday with him.”

You rolled your eyes good naturedly. “Oh come on, you know Roy. He acts like he’s some untouchable, rough-and-tumble, aggressive bear, but on the inside, he’s like a cute, angry little duck.”

Jamie let out a huge laugh. He was afraid it might have sounded too eager or loud. The self-conscious, nagging voice in his brain told him that it was dumb to laugh like that at such a small joke.

But you clearly enjoyed that he found your joke amusing. Your face went slightly pink, looking almost a little embarrassed.

“Should I tell Roy you’ve just compared him to a duck?” he joked.

You feigned an attitude but your smile was evident. “Alright. Go ahead. What would he do? Yell at me? He does that anyways.”

“Yellin’ is that man’s love language, I swear.”

“What’s yours?”

His breath caught in his throat. “What?”

You held his gaze confidently, eyes darkening slightly as you asked yet again, “What’s your love language?”

Jamie’s heart was stuttering. His brain had needed a moment to catch up to what you were asking.

“I, erm…” he stammered. His eyes bounced around, not able to meet yours. “For meself, it’s probably…eh, physical touch and, uh, words of affirmation.”

He finally was able to make eye contact. You clearly were paying attention, nodding as he finished speaking.

Jamie decided to be just as bold. “I told you mine, so you tell me yours.”

You smiled back. “Physical touch and quality time.”

He smirked, flirting back. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

“I’d hope so,” you grinned, patting him lightly on the chest. Then without another word, you walked back down the hall, glancing back a few times to make sure he was watching. His chest tingled where you’d touched him.

Oh MAN…Jamie was really fucked now. Had you been thinking of the same things?

He questioned the interaction over and over again in his mind throughout the rest of that day. He knew he was distracted, especially during the press conference. Ted had to get his attention multiple times so he could answer questions that had just been asked of him.

But after the conference was over and the work day had ended, Jamie decided to act on things.

He stood by the water fountain, waiting for you to come down the stairs to go home. He tapped the top of the cooler anxiously.

You’d both been very professional with each other up until that conversation earlier. He’d never been tempted this much to act on his feelings. He knew that if he had acted on them before, you’d have become an addiction for him, which he couldn’t afford at this point. But, again, that was before the flirty exchange about love languages earlier.

Footsteps.

There you were.

He inhaled sharply, butterflies in his stomach fluttering like mad.

He saw you appear, bag in hand, staring down at your phone as you stepped down from the last stair.

He called your name. You whipped around, puzzled. Your face lit up when you saw him.

“Jamie,” you said, “what are you still doing here? It’s like seven. I thought all the players had gone home.”

He smiled lightly, coming closer to you as he spoke. “There’s not many of us left. I think Sam and Isaac might still be here, but…I have something else I need to do before I leave.”

Your confused expression only grew. “And what’s that?”

He stopped right in front of you, faces inches apart. You made no effort to move away from him, just stared back at him. Your eyes flickered to his lips.

“This,” he replied softly.

Jamie crushed his lips to yours. The reciprocation from you was instant. You dropped your bag to the floor.

His hands wound around your body, hands caressing as much of you as possible. Your arms went up to his neck, one hand on the back of his head, the other over his shoulders.

Your mouths moved hungrily against each other, trying to feel as much of each other as possible. It was like rain had finally come after a drought. You both realized how much you’d wanted each other.

Jamie was licking into your mouth. You slid your hands to tug on the collar of his sweatsuit jacket. His fingers were tracing the sliver of skin between your t-shirt and jeans. Your whole body was on fire.

Jamie wasn’t thinking straight. He backed you into the wall of the hallway, pressing your body against his. There was no space between you at all. His knee moved between your legs, pressing up. You whined against his mouth. He smirked into the kiss and groaned.

This was exactly what he had imagined so many times before.

His lips trailed off yours down your chin and neck. He licked and bit and kissed his way to your jugular. His left hand went up the back of your shirt to trace your spine in an agonizingly delicious manner.

Your breathing was heavy, trying to find some relief on his knee as you ground down. His mouth was relentless on your neck. It was everything you’d wanted for so long.

You fiddled with the zipper of his jacket, pulling slowly down. His mouth was immediately back on yours, but he unzipped the jack quickly and slung it off.

He was only in a tank top, leaving his arms bare. You dug your fingernails into his biceps as he kissed over your jaw to behind your ear. He felt fireworks under his skin where you traced.

You let out an involuntary moan. He pulled away, grinning widely, lips still inches from yours.

“Shhhh,” he whispered. “Can’t have you alerting everyone here what we’re doin’, love. Not a sound...”

You pulled his lips to yours again.

In between kisses, you suggested hoarsely, “boot room?”

Jamie pulled back again. You could feel his breath against your chin. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, blushing, still giving him some of your signature sass. “Obviously. I wouldn’t be suggesting it if I wasn’t.”

He pecked your lips once more, grabbing your hands and immediately leading you away to the boot room to act the rest of his fantasy…and yours.

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lonelywhalien22 · 1 year

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pretty lies - part nine (finale)

pairing: vernon x reader

rating/genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, ANGSTY fluff, band au

summary: supporting your friend mingyu becomes way more than you ever could have bargained for when you become involved with one of his bandmates

warnings: cussing, vernon has issues in this story but please remember this is a work of fiction, mingyu stans don’t hate me but mingyu and reader are just friends

*credit: the lyrics referenced in this chapter are not mine, they are from the actual song black eye by vernon. and if you really wanna nerd out with me, listen to the band live session version he released, as that is what i imagined specifically while writing this part - trust me, it hits different.*

word count: 6.4k

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~One year later~

“Ok, I think that’s enough for today,” you said to yourself, wiping the back of your hand across your brow as you stood up from your crouched position. You glanced around your apartment, trying to find your glass of water as you caught your breath.

Your living room was full of cardboard boxes, some of them taped shut with short descriptions scribbled hastily on the outside while others were still open, various items thrown inside haphazardly. It was spring once again, but instead of the seasonal cleaning you loved to indulge in at the first sign of sunny skies and warmer temperatures, you were moving out.

When you’d first been contacted about a competitive job offer a few months ago, you had immediately dismissed the idea. Though the hiring manager had been highly impressed with your skillset, the work would be notably different from what you were used to doing at your old job, and you doubted whether you could handle the requirements of the role. Your hesitation only became stronger when you were informed that you’d also have to relocate to take on the position.

What about my family? Mingyu and the rest of my friends? The life I have here? You’d spent weeks pondering the possible scenarios and all the things that would change if you took the offer, and you’d almost talked yourself into declining it. That was until you realized how much had already changed.

It had been nine months since the guys had left to go work on their recording with Woozi. You still remembered the final hugs you’d given to Jay and Mingyu at the airport before they’d gone through security, a certain third person having not yet arrived. You still wondered to this day if he’d purposely chosen to show up as late as possible or if it was you who had come extra early to avoid having to interact. Perhaps it was both.

You and Mingyu had facetimed pretty regularly for the first month that they were gone. Sometimes you’d even see Jay in the background during your video chats as well, the two of you exchanging greetings and asking how the other was doing. By the time the second month had come around however, the distance made it hard to always remember to keep in touch. Eventually you all became busier and busier, your lives naturally moving in different directions. No matter how much time passed though, Mingyu always made sure to at the very least share the bigger updates with you:

“Why’s it taking so long to finish recording? I thought you guys would have been back by now,” you asked during one of your monthly catch ups. It had been four months at this point since they’d left.

“Yeah me too. Woozi wanted it out sooner but his team advised against it. They thought it’d be best to let some time pass between the competition and the release so there would be less of a chance of his image getting tarnished with all the drama from the fight.” Mingyu skirted over that last part quickly, knowing that it was still a sore subject for you. “But in a weird way it works out well - with the extra time, we’re gonna be able to write some more stuff and put together a whole EP.”

“What is that? Like five or six songs? That’s so amazing, I can’t wait to hear them!”

“You know, you could always get a sneak peak if you flew out here for a few days,” Mingyu offered once again. He’d been trying to get you to come for weeks now. “Nikki’s already seen me twice since we left!”

“She’s your girlfriend, of course she has. And you know I don’t have the time anyways - my boss would never let me take off for that long.” It was true that your job was a pain in the ass, but you and Mingyu both knew you had other reasons for not coming to visit in person.

“Just promise you’ll come see us perform when the EP is released.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.”

Now in the present, when you really thought about it, you realized that there wasn’t much tying you to the place in which you currently resided. Watching Mingyu and the guys for so long had given you a taste of all the possibilities life had to offer, and you were tired of limiting yourself to what you currently knew when it wasn’t really doing you any favors anyways. The job offer had just been the final push you needed, and at last you felt ready and excited to pursue your own little sort of adventure. Even if it wasn’t as glamorous as flying across the country to work with world-renowned producers, it was yours and yours alone.

You pushed the boxes you’d been working on packing up to a corner of the room, ready to call it a day, when you heard your phone ring from somewhere in your apartment. Taking a few moments to find it amongst all the disarray, you managed to answer right before it went to voicemail.

“Hey, what time did you say your flight was landing?” It was Mingyu. You could hear lots of commotion in the background wherever he was, voices and instruments faintly reaching your ears.

“Should be around eleven in the morning.” With the career change you had several weeks of cherished personal time before you began your new job. Besides the time you’d need to relocate, you were finally able to take a few days to visit Mingyu and see what the band had been working on for yourself.

“Shit, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to meet you at the airport. We’re putting the final touches on some stuff and won’t be done until around one.” You could hear the regret in his voice, but all you could do was chuckle in response.

“I’m gonna get there Thursday and I’ll be staying all the way through the weekend. Trust me, you’re not missing much. Airports suck anyways.”

“I know, but still. We’re all looking forward to seeing you. It’s been way too long.”

You couldn’t help but wonder who was included in that “we,” but there was no way you were gonna ask.

“Well, that’ll all be fixed very soon,” you said instead, glancing over at your half packed suitcase.

“I’ll see if Nikki can meet you at the airport instead since she’s also visiting,” Mingyu offered. You squealed in excitement. Since the guys had left, you and Mingyu’s girlfriend had become pretty close, unsurprisingly. What had at first seemed like an obligatory relationship born out of a common bond had over time blossomed into a true friendship. She was definitely going to be someone you missed hanging out with when you moved.

“You should have started with that option,” you joked as you tried to figure out how many pairs of socks you needed to pack and where on earth you’d put them. “Tell her I need someone to show me around when I get there.”

“She’ll be glad to hear that,” Mingyu said happily before he was interrupted by someone on his end. “Y/n, I gotta go. But we’ll see you soon, ok?” he finished quickly.

“See you soon.”

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When your flight landed, it only took you a handful of minutes to find Nikki, the brunette jumping up and down excitedly as soon as she caught sight of you in baggage claim.

“Hey -” you greeted, letting out a slight “oof” as she gave you a big hug before immediately taking the bags you’d been carrying out of your hands.

“I’m so excited you’re here! How was the flight?”

“Good, just glad there weren’t any delays,” you said as you took a deep breath. You couldn’t believe you were really here, about to see the guys in person again after nearly a year.

“I know you’re probably hungry, but do you think you’d be good with just some snacks for now?” Nikki asked. “I tried talking him out of it but Mingyu’s insisting on everyone meeting up for lunch after they finish for today.”

“That’s fine,” you said as you began looking around for some place where you could buy some fruit or a salad, craving something fresh after being forced to eat airplane food. Nikki noticed the look in your eye, the way in which you immediately distracted yourself at the mention of the lunch. It was something that only she could have picked up on besides Mingyu, the two of them knowing the most about your past with a certain someone.

“In case you were wondering, he will be there,” she said softly, following behind you as you picked out a snack from a nearby stall and found your wallet to pay. “I just thought you’d wanna know.”

You let out a sigh.

“I appreciate that, but I’m fine. It’s been months,” you said simply.

Nikki only stared back at you, her brow raised slightly as she tried to keep herself from calling you out on your bullshit.

“Really. I am,” you insisted. “Is it gonna be awkward at first? Yeah, probably. But this was bound to happen at some point. Let’s hope he doesn’t hate me and everything should be fine,” you said jokingly at the end, hoping she’d believe you then.

“Ok…” Nikki said. She piped up again after a few beats. “You know y/n, he’s changed - since being out here.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s not the same person he was the night of the Battle of the Bands competition.”

“Nikki,” you said with a warning tone, not liking where this was going.

“I’m not telling you to get back with him or anything,” her hands raised themselves innocently into the air. “I just don’t want you to let the way things ended between you two a year ago get in the way of you having a good time while you’re here,” she said gently.

“Thank you for that, but for the last time, I promise I am fine. Now - no more guy talk. Wasn’t there some thrift store you wanted to show me?” You brought up her weakness for clothes in an effort to change the subject once and for all.

“Say less,” Nikki said eagerly as she ushered you out of the airport and the two of you caught a ride to the hotel.

—————

“Y/n!”

Mingyu immediately pulled you into a hug that was even stronger than Nikki’s from earlier when he saw you. You couldn’t help the toothy smile that emerged on your face.

“Hey Mingyu,” you said simply. You really had missed your friend so much.

“Let her breathe,” Nikki chided playfully.

“Yeah, leave some hugs for the rest of us,” Jay said, arms open wide as you gave him a hug next.

“It’s so great to see you guys. I missed everyone so much.”

It was a little after one, and you and Nikki had finally met up with the guys to have a late lunch at a spot near the studio where they were recording. It was a bright and sunny day so you all had elected to eat at the patio seating out front. There was just one person missing though.

“Vernon’s running a little late but he’ll be here,” Mingyu said, seeing the question in your eyes. “He just had to finish going over some edits.”

Some things never change, you thought before you could stop yourself. You wondered if they were just covering for him with empty promises - if he’d somehow manage to avoid you for this entire trip.

You all finally sat down at a circular table outside. Mingyu and Nikki were to your right and Jay was to your left, leaving one last spot for Vernon just across from you.

“So what’s this I hear about you moving? And a new job? Congrats!” Jay started once a waitress had brought you all drinks. The four of you immediately began to catch up, most of the focus on you.

“I still can’t believe you’re gonna be gone,” Mingyu whined.

“I’m not dying, just moving. And now you know how I felt when you guys left,” you said playfully. “Who could have predicted we’d be spread all over the place like this?”

As you continued to chat, you couldn’t help but reminisce about where you all had been just a year ago - struggling to get by and constantly putting in overtime to make things work with the band, your day jobs, and your personal lives. And now look at you all, on your way to better things. It made you feel so proud when you really thought about it.

“I’m really sorry I’m late you guys.”

You all looked up at the interruption, seeing Vernon approach the table in a bit of disarray. He was clad in a simple white tee and light wash denim jeans, an unbuttoned light blue collared shirt layered over his tee. As he sat down, his hand came up to brush some hair out of his face, but a few stray strands fell onto his forehead anyways.

“Was it the sound engineer guy again?” Mingyu asked him knowingly with a smirk. Vernon laughed in response.

“Yeah - he went on a rant about compression techniques this time.”

“I told you to stop asking him questions,” Jay threw in, “you’re too curious for your own good sometimes man.”

“I know, I can’t help it, but anyways - ”

He looked over at you, a polite smile on his face as he scooted up his chair.

“Hi y/n.”

“Hi Vernon,” you said curtly with a tight-lipped smile. You looked down at the menu in your hands, eyes skimming over the entrees again even though you already knew what you wanted to order.

“So,” Nikki started, clearing her throat in the lingering silence. “What did you all work on today?”

“Just rehearsing the songs from the EP in preparation for the showcase,” Mingyu responded, the two of them tag-teaming on moving the conversation along.

“Vern’s been instrumental in helping us craft some amazing songs,” Jay propped the man up with a pat to his back.

“It’s all thanks to Woozi really,” Vernon brushed off shyly, but Mingyu shook his head adamantly.

“Don’t sell yourself short bro, you’ve done some great work on this.”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” Nikki piled on another compliment.

“Thanks guys.” Vernon let out a cheeky smile, looking down at his lap for a moment before fiddling with the menu on the table to distract himself, his cheeks burning.

You hadn’t really taken Nikki seriously at first when she’d said so earlier, but she was right - something was different about Vernon. He seemed lighter somehow. And it was quickly becoming apparent to you that the guys had grown much closer after working on music together for the last nine months. You could see it immediately in the way they interacted with each other, the three of them trading jokes and stories easily as you all waited for the waitress to come back.

“What’s that you mentioned about a showcase?” you asked.

“We’re putting on a performance the day after the EP is released,” Jay explained. “Woozi and Seventeen are gonna make an appearance as well, so we’ll likely be performing in front of thousands.”

“That’s incredible,” you said with a stunned expression.

“It’s part of the reason I wanted you to come this weekend specifically,” Mingyu said. “I’m not sure the timing would have lined up so nicely if you didn’t already happen to be moving -”

Nikki nudged Mingyu, cutting him off with a stern look, but it was too late.

“Wait, you’re moving?”

You looked back over at Vernon, his brow furrowing as he looked at you with a crestfallen expression. No one had told him?

“Yeah,” you said nervously, glancing over at him for a second before looking away again. You reached for your glass of lemonade, taking a sip so you didn’t have to say anything else, another awkward silence filling the table.

“So, what can I get you all,” the waitress finally appeared, ready to take your orders.

You’d never felt more thankful for a distraction.

—————

The rest of lunch had gone as smoothly as it could have considering the circumstances, with everyone mainly focused on their food. Mingyu, Jay and Nikki did most of the talking, sharing more stories from their time away from home as you politely listened along, soaking up just how much you had missed and throwing in a question or two from time to time. You tried your best to keep from looking at Vernon, which wasn’t really all that hard considering he stayed quiet for the rest of the meal. When his name came up in the conversation he’d always give a smile or a nod, laughing along at Mingyu’s ridiculous exaggerations, but besides that he gave no input.

“Well this was fun,” you said as you all walked out of the restaurant. “I guess we can hang out more tomorrow when you guys are finished with work again?”

“Actually…we were wondering if you’d come with us to the studio,” Mingyu suggested. “We wanna show you what we’ve been working on.”

“Really? Now?” you said in surprise. “Are you sure?” You’d assumed you wouldn’t be able to hear any of the actual songs until the official release of the EP.

Jay nodded before adding on, “As of today, the mastering is done so the songs are officially finished.” You noticed how he looked over at Vernon briefly, the man’s face a little red with eyes averted and hands tucked in his pockets quietly, before he continued. “We all agreed awhile ago that we wanted you to be the first outside of the production team to listen to it, as a thank you for all of your support.”

You felt honored, nearly tearing up at their words. It was such a kind gesture that you didn’t bother worrying too much about the fact that you’d have to spend even more time around Vernon. Like Nikki had said earlier, you didn’t want your history with him to stop you from sharing in such a precious moment.

“You guys…this is really sweet…”

“We know. Now come on,” Mingyu ushered you towards him eagerly.

You looked back at Nikki in confusion as she kept her place on the sidewalk.

“Go on,” she said with a smile. “The guys insisted you had to hear it first. Alone.” She said that last part with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’ll be waiting for you back at the hotel.”

—————

“Wow,” was the first word that left your mouth when you and the guys arrived at the studio.

The main area was bigger than the living room of your old apartment, a bunch of fancy recording equipment with hundreds of knobs and dials against one wall to your right. Comfy couches and chairs adorned the wall that was directly across, with plush carpets and decorative little knickknacks accenting the space. The recording booth was its own room, separated from everything else by a shiny sleek glass. When you peeked inside you saw a plethora of instruments and mic stands, and you even recognized Vernon’s guitar sitting in one corner.

“Crazy, right?” Mingyu urged you on with an elbow to your arm before he plopped himself into one of the chairs near the control booth. Vernon and Jay had already seated themselves.

“Sit down!” Mingyu said, patting the last empty chair, which was beside him but also just so happened to be next to Vernon. You knew it was just by chance and that Mingyu would never set you up like that purposely, but that didn’t stop the nervousness that bubbled in your stomach.

“No way am I sitting that close to the controls,” you tried joking as an excuse. “I’m scared I’ll break something.”

You backed up towards the couch against the opposite wall, planning to sit there instead, but the devastated look on Mingyu’s face made you stop in your tracks. Unable to take anymore of his expression, you glanced over at Vernon on instinct and your heart fell even more when you saw the way he immediately looked down at his lap, scratching the back of his head despondently.

Fuck. Was I that obvious? you thought, immediately feeling stupid for making things awkward.

“I can switch with Jay if - ” Vernon started, but you quickly cut him off.

“No! No it’s fine,” you said, shaking your head before taking a step forward. “I’ll just - ” you didn’t bother finishing that sentence because what were you supposed to say exactly? No, it’s fine, I’ll just sit down next to my ex instead of making you all switch chairs because I still feel weird about breaking up with him? That would have been even more embarrassing. Maybe Nikki was right - you weren’t as over your past with Vernon as you’d thought.

You finished making your way to the final seat at the booth and promptly sat down, folding your hands in your lap as you tried to muster up some semblance of poise.

“Show me what you guys have been working on.”

Mingyu looked at you seriously for a moment, making sure you were really ok first. Once you gave him a genuine smile and elbowed him playfully, he released a breath, the anticipation growing on his face again.

“Jay, can you play the first track?” he asked.

“Sure thing man.” The bassist clicked away on a nearby monitor before sitting back, sound beginning to flow from the speakers.

For the next half hour or so, you listened to several of the songs the guys had spent months crafting, worries quickly melting away as you couldn’t help but absorb yourself completely into the music. At the end of each one you immediately gushed over the melody, production elements, or other details, Mingyu and Jay eagerly offering in-depth input on more of the behind-the-scenes process. Vernon also chimed in from time to time, slowly becoming more comfortable as he gave insight on lyrical choices or even helped to elaborate upon your comments when you struggled to articulate in technical terms what it was you’d noticed in each song - “We added some more reverb here in the bridge,” “Woozi had them redo the mixing so many times on this song so they could capture Jay’s pedaling,” “That bit you’re hearing is a layer of syncopation over the main melody.” It was hard not to notice the passion in his voice. It exuded from him every time he spoke - an unbridled joy you had never seen before. You found it endearing, a smile slowly growing on your face the more you watched him.

The fourth track was the official recording of Visions. The four of you stayed completely quiet throughout the entirety of this song, fully absorbing Vernon’s raw vocals and the way they glided over the rich instrumental. Goosebumps covered your skin by the end.

“Vernon…that was beautiful.”

You were the first to interrupt the silence that filled the space afterwards, unable to stop yourself from looking directly at him. Despite everything that had happened, Visions would always make you feel something that was hard to put into words. You two didn’t have to still be together for you to regard that song with incredible care and awe.

“Thank you…that means a lot,” Vernon said, holding your gaze timidly for a moment before looking down, rubbing his hands across his jeans. He hoped you couldn’t see in his eyes how much your words still meant to him, after all this time.

“Thank you for trusting us with it,” Jay added in, Mingyu nodding along.

No more words had to be said, the group of you sitting comfortably in the silence for a little longer before Mingyu quietly spoke up again.

“There’s just one more song left,” he said, eyebrows beginning to wiggle mischievously.

“There is?” you asked, curiosity peaked at the thought of even more music to listen to. But Vernon’s head jerked back up in panic at Mingyu’s words.

“N-No. There’s not,” he said abruptly, eyes wide as he quickly shook his head in denial. He looked legitimately scared.

“We discussed this already and you said you’d do it. I really think it’s best you stick to your word,” Mingyu said to Vernon, getting up from his chair and patting him on the back before walking towards the door. “Y/n. You good?”

“Yes…?” you said, appreciating his checking in before he seemingly left you alone with your ex.

“No - Mingyu wait -” Vernon said.

“You got this bro.”

“Rarely do I say it, but for once I’d have to agree with Mingyu here,” Jay said as he also got up and retreated towards the studio door. “Plus he stole my guitar pics and won’t give them back unless I agree to this plan so…”

The two bandmates exited the room, the door closing with a sort of finality as you and Vernon were left alone together in the studio.

What is happening right now? Why the hell would I tell Mingyu I was ok with this? Your mind went into overdrive as you fully processed the situation you’d so easily gotten yourself into, and yet, there was another part of you with so many questions that you found yourself glued to your seat.

If it was any consolation, Vernon looked just as unnerved as you.

“I’m sorry. I swear I had no idea they were gonna do this, I promise,” he said as he glanced over at you, immediately feeling the need to explain.

This wasn’t how he’d imagined sharing this last song with you. If he was being honest, he’d never been able to figure out how to go about it, or if he should even try at all. So now that you were right here, sitting beside him again after a whole year had passed, he felt himself panicking. When all he heard was your silence in response, he continued to ramble on nervously.

“You can totally leave if you want. I won’t stop you.” It may have sounded like a cruel suggestion, but to Vernon it would actually have been so much easier if you did - if you left him again just like you had at that bench by the river a year ago. That way he wouldn’t have to reopen an old wound - wouldn’t have to rub salt in something he wasn’t entirely sure had healed. He could just continue to live in denial, never again having to confront the pain that had been so much of his existence or the hurt from his past with you.

“Why did you decide to record Visions? After everything that happened?” Vernon finally heard you ask instead.

It was something that had tormented you nearly every day since your breakup, the question coming to you randomly late at night or when, against your better judgement, you’d listen to certain songs you knew would make you think of him. If you’d been in his shoes you didn’t think you could have done it, and so in this moment you found yourself desperate for an answer.

“I almost didn’t,” Vernon admitted, the confession spilling from his lips rather effortlessly once he’d recovered from his surprise. “But every time I tried to convince myself not to, I would think about the times I’d gotten to perform it on stage…” He looked forward, focusing on the recording booth before continuing. “I didn’t have the words for it then, but now I realize that it was healing - getting to share that song with others. And I think deep down there was a part of me that was tired of hurting myself as a way to cope with the things that had happened to me. So when you still asked me to record it, even after the way things ended, I couldn’t ignore that.” He looked over at you again, repeating your words from a year ago: “It’s like you said, I was tired of hiding in silence. So thank you - for encouraging me. I know that couldn’t have been easy.”

You weren’t sure what you thought you’d hear, but you certainly hadn’t expected something so…introspective.

“I’m glad. That it was healing for you.”

His words were their own kind of salve, freeing you from a self-inflicted purgatory you hadn’t realized you were in until that very moment.

“Sometimes I worried that maybe you hated me for it,” you acknowledged the last bit of fear you’d been holding in your heart.

“I can’t deny that I wasn’t upset at times, but I’ve never once hated you,” Vernon said earnestly. “Not even the first night we met - and not after you told me goodbye either.” He desperately needed you to know that.

You let his words seep into your heart, the look in his eyes telling you that he truly meant it, before you finally moved on. Once and for all.

“So,” you said with a deep exhale, suddenly finding it hard to hold his gaze. “What’s this last song? The one the guys want you to play for me?”

“Right. The song…” Vernon began with an anxious gulp - he’d almost forgotten why the two of you were in this situation to begin with. He mulled it over in his head for a second, trying to find the right words to explain what the song meant and why he’d written it, but eventually he realized that defeated the purpose. The song existed for this precisely - because he had always struggled to adequately articulate his feelings in any other way. So instead of stumbling over his words for any longer, he leaned over the control booth and pressed play:

Running 'round the whole city for someone

To look me in my eyes and tell me pretty lies

Teardrops keep blurring up my sight

And right now I'm driving in my car

Going so fast, baby, so fast, baby

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Don't leave me in the dark

You said you won't be far

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I can't stand the quiet

Is anyone out there?

I'm on my worst behavior

Don't stop me now

I fucking hate this world

So show me a way out

Wake me up from this nightmare, please

I can't stand this reality

I'm on my worst behavior

How you like me now?

Put a muzzle on me

I'll spit in your mouth

Wake me up from this nightmarе, please

I'm scarred and bruisеd with a black eyed face

Woke up on the highway

I didn't go home last night

What you know 'bout me?

I ain't got nothing

So why you keep coming to me?

With your innocent eyes, you smile so bright

Stop wasting your sunshine on me

'Cause I can't tell if it's real or a lie

Solitude

I got a couple friends

Just me, myself, and I

We play with fireworks all night

I'm okay

I'll just let it burn everything around me

'Cause you can't save me from my sadness

No, don't save me

I'm on my worst behavior

Don't stop me now

I fucking hate this world

So show me a way out

Wake me up from this nightmare, please

I can't stand this reality

I'm on my worst behavior

How you like me now?

Put a muzzle on me

I'll spit in your mouth

Wake me up from this nightmare, please

I'm scarred and bruised with a black eyed face

Turn on the radio all the way up

'Til your eardrums explode

Let's dance all night long

But if you come too close

I might just burn you whole

Turn my back and shut the door

Knock, knock

Is there anybody out there?

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Vernon as the song filled the studio, body frozen in your seat even after it was finished. So many lyrics had stood out to you:

pretty lies

tears blurring up my sight

don’t leave me in the dark

you said you won’t be far

I can’t stand the quiet

on my worst behavior

didn't go home last night

what you know 'bout me?

your innocent eyes, you smile so bright

stop wasting your sunshine on me

can't tell if it's real or a lie

just let it burn everything around me

you can't save me from my sadness

black eyed face

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Vernon asked, turning his chair to face you fully as he saw your expression. He was terrified of what your reaction would be.

“I’m not sure…” you said honestly, finally looking over at him. “Are you ok?”

“I am, I promise. This is something I started writing around the time I joined the band. Right before I met you,” he tried to explain.

“But clearly that’s not when you wrote all of it - black eyed face? ” The more you went over the bits of lyrics you could remember, the more you saw parts of your relationship and his time with the band sprinkled all over it. You didn’t really know how to feel.

“You're right - I added different parts at different times until it all came together. It was my way of coping with what I was going through at the time…and eventually that included pieces of you too - pieces of us.”

“Pretty lies? Wasting my sunshine on you? Is that really all you remember when you think of our relationship? The painful parts?” you asked quietly, a little afraid to hear his answer.

“No, of course not,” Vernon looked at you gently. He wished he could hold your hand in that moment but he held himself back.

“Then I don’t understand. Why write this -”

“Because I love you,” Vernon said finally, his stomach dropping at the confession. He couldn’t bear the thought of you misinterpreting his words any longer. “I love you and I’m sorry for how things ended. For what I put you through. This song was my way of acknowledging that - not by attacking our relationship, but by putting myself back in that negative headspace and being open for once about the fact that I still had things to work through. When it was too late to be better for you or for the guys, I had to find a reason to be better for myself. And so I wrote this song as a reminder.”

You heard everything he said, but you could only focus on one thing.

“You love me?” you couldn’t help but ask, feeling strangely emotional for someone who had supposedly moved on.

“I mean…yeah. I’m not sure the feeling will ever go away,” Vernon’s face turned red as he decided to be completely honest with you.

“I…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m not asking you to take me back - it’s just something I want you to know.”

Just then you heard a noise on the other side of the door, the two of you looking over just in time to see Mingyu peek his head into the room.

“Sooo…the song’s good isn’t it???” the man blurted out, brows once again wiggling. “I was thinking we could call it Pretty Lies.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, ready to tell him to knock it off, but someone else beat you to it.

“Leave them alone!” you heard Nikki say, dragging him back by the collar of his shirt. You thought she was at the hotel, but apparently even she couldn’t stay away for long.

“What? I just wanna -” but the door promptly shut, blocking out Mingyu’s antics.

The two of them really were made for each other, you thought with a bit of admiration. You and Vernon couldn’t help but begin to laugh.

“I guess that means it’s time to wrap it up,” you started, standing as you gathered your belongings. Vernon followed suit, still facing you.

“Just so you know - the label doesn’t know about this song,” Vernon said. “And regardless of what Mingyu wants, I’m not sharing it unless you’re comfortable. The EP is great as is.”

“You’re right that it’s great,” you started, “but it’d be even better with this song. It’s really, really, good Vernon,” you said honestly. You couldn’t deny that, even if it had been a little surreal to listen to in the beginning.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” you said, walking towards him and reaching out for a hug. He was the only person you hadn’t given one to since arriving, though this one felt notably different from the others, the familiarity of his touch sparking something in you.

Vernon held on to you tightly, his head instinctively tucking into that familiar spot on the side of your neck while you rubbed his back softly, neither of you letting go.

“We’re gonna miss you. I’m gonna miss you,” he admitted once you two had lessened your hold enough to look at each other, the thought finally dawning on him that whenever he did finally return home, you wouldn’t be there waiting for him.

“I know. I will too,” you said wistfully. “But this doesn’t have to be goodbye forever, you know?”

You stood up on your tip toes then and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. It wasn’t one of fiery passion, nor was it one loaded with secrecy or shame or hurt. And to Vernon, it was his absolute favorite of any of the kisses you two had ever shared. When you looked up at him, you could barely hold in your laughter, his face morphing into the perfect mixture of bliss and confusion.

“But how? You’re moving,” Vernon couldn’t help but ask despite the happiness he felt.

“Slowly. We can visit each other. With my new job I’ve got more flexibility, and you’re all gonna be famous soon anyways,” you only half-joked. “Even when you guys finally do come home, I have a feeling you won’t be there for long…”

He looked down bashfully at that but you placed a hand to his face, angling it back towards you as you looked at him seriously again.

“Vernon. I want us to explore this - the way we are now. If you want to.”

“I do,” Vernon said confidently.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” you said assuredly. “I trust this. I trust us. Ok?”

“Ok.”

—————

When you and Vernon finally left the studio, you found Mingyu, Jay, and Nikki all waiting for you out in the lobby with bated breath. Nikki let out a near shriek when she saw that the two of you were holding hands.

“You guys have my blessing to include the final song,” you said immediately, deciding not to keep them in suspense for any longer.

“Oh thank god,” Mingyu immediately blurted out. “If I’m being honest it’s my favorite and I really wanna make it the single -” Nikki smacked Mingyu’s arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“‘Gyu would you please think before you speak???”

“What are you talking about??? You screamed before I said anything and have been gushing about double dates for the last five minutes.”

The two of them continued bickering playfully.

“What they’re trying to say is - we’re really thankful we get to share the song,” Jay translated. “And we’re happy for you guys.”

“I am too,” you chuckled lightly. “Although now that I think about it, I have one request - can you call it Black Eye instead of Pretty Lies?”

The guys all looked at each other for less than a second before speaking in unison.

“Deal!”

—————

It was the day of the showcase. You stood in the crowd once again, just a speck in a sea of thousands of fans as you watched the guys perform. It brought you back to the best parts of old times, sitting around on Jay’s beaten up couch when all they could have hoped for were a hundred people to show up if they were lucky. But now you got to see them on their biggest stage yet, Mingyu happily tapping away at the drums, his head of hair moving all over the place as he kept the beat going. Jay was his usual chill self, just vibing out on the bass contentedly. And then there was Vernon, looking a little shy as the opening chords of Black Eye began to ring out from the strings of his guitar for the first time live. It reminded you of when you’d seen him take the mic at the first gig the guys had ever performed at together, except that now there was a distinct sense of determination in his eyes despite the trepidation that you couldn’t help but admire - the sight awakening a long lost feeling of butterflies in your stomach. He caught you looking at him, gazing at you fondly for one last time before leaning into the mic and beginning to sing.

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ladytauria · 29 days

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👀👀 I am curious about the rr vampire au!

!!! i read a BUNCH of genfic and stumbled across a lovely vampire au <3 which stuck in my head… and before i knew it i was daydreaming about a potential reverse robins version, lmao

vampire jason is caught by vampire hunters, and rescued by hood!tim. while feeding on him, jason instigates a psychic/empathy bond—something he’s been lacking since his parents died. tim can’t break it without causing him harm <3

i wrote around 3k for it in… an afternoon? two? and i’ve only touched it for edits/rewrites since lol

i may remove the empathy bond aspect? but also i love empathy bonds… hm. maybe i’ll make it telepathic instead, i haven’t done one of those… 🤔

warning for blood drinking below the cut

“Kid.” Hood gets his attention again. “The sun’s gonna be up soon. There’s no way we can get you anywhere safe before it rises. You need to get some blood in you.” Jason’s mouth twists. He knows. Hood doesn’t need to remind him. But... “I don’t want to take too much,” he admits quietly. It’s been so long… the risk of him losing control is too big. “I won’t let you,” Hood promises. “I promise, kid. Everything is going to be okay.” Jason searches his face. He looks for any hint, any trace of a lie. He doesn’t find one. Hood... He just saved Jason’s life. He’s still trying to save Jason’s life, and— Jason doesn’t want to die. Especially not as slowly and painfully as sun exposure would be. He swallows. Nods. Hood... he looks relieved. He holds his arm out again, and this time, Jason scoots closer, and takes it. One hand wraps around Hood’s wrist. The other, just above his elbow. This close, he can hear Hood’s heartbeat. It’s slow. Steady. Jason’s mouth waters. Venom flows onto his tongue, and he drags it over Hood’s skin. He waits a full, agonizing minute to make sure the area is well and truly numbed and then, finally— He sinks his teeth in. Blood gushes into his mouth—warm and hot and thick and just. Perfect. Jason sighs. His eyes fall shut as the tension just... melts off of his body. For the first time in years, his fangs slide back into his gums as he transitions to sucking at the wound, restraining himself just enough not to bruise. Hood’s presence beside him is solid. Warm. Jason can hardly help the way he lists towards him. Hood’s other arm wraps around him, pulling him against his chest. Jason can—feel him. Protective. Caring. He feels like the promise of safety. Jason can’t help but bury himself in it. Something clicks into place. He sighs again. He feels Hood’s arm tighten around him. Hears his breath hitch. He doesn’t pull Jason off, though, so—Jason ignores it. He’s forgotten what it’s lie to drink directly from the source. Blood bags pale in comparison, now. He’s not sure how he ever survived on them. It’s been so long... Jason grows full quickly, the blood settling into his stomach and warming him from the inside out. He lets go, eventually; licking the wound lazily until it closes, and catching the remainder of the blood as he does. Then, finally, he pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyelids are heavy. He’s so warm. Hood pulls his sleeve back down. He doesn’t put his jacket on, though. Instead, he wraps it around Jason’s shoulders. It’s pleasantly heavy. The leather-gunpowder-gun oil scent isn’t as pleasant, but. Who cares. It cuts off the autumn chill, bringing the same warmth outside that Jason feels inside. He yawns, sinking into it. “Hey, kid. Stay awke a little bit longer, okay?” Jason hums noncommittally. Hood laughs. He jostles Jason slightly, making his nose wrinkle. He glares at him through slitted eyes. “You got anywhere to go?” Jason ducks his head into the jacket’s collar. He considers. It’s been three days. “Prob’ly not.” “Probably?” “Mm. Had a squat. Prob’ly got stolen.” Jason’s eyes fall shut again. It’s too much work to keep them open now. Hood sighs. Jason feels a tangle of things. Worry. Fondness. Sadness. It’s not his, though. There’s another presence in his chest, now. He pets it, a little clumsily. It’s a nice presence. Jason would like to keep it.

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#if you were hoping rr stood for red robin i DO have a vampire!tim au as well #it’s icy hands icy heart <3 #dcu #batfam #tauriawritesfanfic #glaciya #asks and answers #wip ask game

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wowbright · 5 months

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Fic: Blessing (Spring/Summer 2012)

Fandom/pairing: Glee, pre-Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023, day 19: assist

Words: ~ 1250 words

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: During his junior year of high school, Kurt receives a glimpse of his future through his patriarchal blessing.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe and a new chapter in Small Things, which I thought I had completed in 2015. Back then, I wrote some notes around Kurt's patriarchal blessing, but it was too fragmented to include—I had a deadline for a fandom event, so I didn't have time to polish it up. On a chapter of Out of Eden I recently posted, @georgiegems asked about patriarchal blessings and why Blaine’s was so significant to him, so I figured now is the time to write that part of Kurt's story out. (This is NOT a spoiler for Out of Eden.)

You can read here or on AO3. The AO3 version includes what's here plus the complete text of Kurt’s patriarchal blessing.

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“I’ve been praying about you,” Bishop Longquist says to Kurt one Sunday a few weeks after Kurt comes out. “I think it’s time you had your patriarchal blessing.”

A patriarchal blessing only comes once in a person’s lifetime. It’s a piece of personal scripture—a message from Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ to a faithful member of the church, delivered through an ordained member of the priesthood called a patriarch.

Kurt is caught off guard. He only came out to the bishop two months ago. The bishop was so loving and so understanding that Kurt felt prompted, a few weeks later, to confess what happened with Karofsky. That went well, too—maybe even better than Kurt wanted it to go. Kurt felt dirty and like he needed to repent, but Bishop Longquist said it wasn't Kurt’s fault, so he had nothing to repent of. Kurt knows what the bishop said made sense, but he still feels like there should be some kind of time requirement between getting kissed by a boy and receiving something so important as a patriarchal blessing. “Shouldn’t I wait a little longer?”

“The time to hear the Lord’s guidance for your life is now, don’t you think?”

“But I’m …” They’re in the hallway. A group of women stand outside the Relief Society room. Boys are filing past them in twos and threes to priesthood quorum. He lowers his voice. “My problem.”

Bishop Longquist smiles. It’s a sad, knowing smile, full of love and carrying the weight of the world with it because of that love. “You’re worthy, Kurt.”

A few weeks later, Kurt and Burt and Carole drive up to Toledo to where the patriarch lives. Kurt’s never met him before. His house is large, practically a mansion, and overlooking Maumee Bay. The patriarch’s wife is in a pink rayon dress with box pleats in the skirt. She wears pearls around her neck. She guides them to the home office and sets glasses of ice water on coasters that line the edge of the patriarch’s desk.

The patriarch himself has white hair, white skin, and a dark suit with an understated gray silk tie. He’s exactly what Kurt expected.

They sit on opposite sides of the desk, talking for a few minutes about school and Kurt’s longing to go on a mission. He can’t bring himself to let go of Carole’s hand, even though his own is raining sweat. Kurt skirts over glee club and doesn't mention his interest in fashion or the fact that he finds so much beauty in other boys. He’s not ashamed of being gay, exactly, but he doesn't want to arouse this stranger’s suspicions. It's not like God is likely to mention it anywhere during the patriarchal blessing—his gayness might be part of who he is on earth, but it's probably not part of his eternal character—so there's no need to bring it up at all.

The patriarch explains that the blessing comes from Heavenly Father, not from him. He is merely the vessel. He listens for God’s voice, which he occasionally hears in the form of words, but more often in the form of spiritual impressions. When he receives the impressions, he translates them into his own words, much like Joseph Smith translated the Book of Mormon from Reformed Egyptian, a language he did not speak, through the power of God. His wife will record and transcribe the blessing, and copies will be sent both to Kurt and to church headquarters. The church will make three digital copies of the blessing and store them in three different places, and a microfilm copy will also be preserved in a secure vault. That means that if Kurt ever loses his personal copy, or if his progeny in the future should like a copy, they can always get one from the church. Kurt can also make as many copies as he wants of the blessing he receives, so that he always has it on hand to study and to bring comfort to him. “But keep it out of the way of wandering eyes,” the patriarch advises. “This is personal scripture, and you should not let others read it outside your family. You may sometimes be prompted to share a general message from your blessing with another person, but when you do this, do not repeat the exact words or go into specific details lest they take it on as the word of God for themselves. No one can assist in interpreting another person's patriarchal blessing for them. If you have questions about what anything in your blessing means, pray to Heavenly Father for guidance.”

The patriarch says a short prayer, inviting the Holy Ghost to be with them. He asks Kurt to pray, too. Kurt’s so nervous, he has no idea what he says.

Then it’s time. Burt and Carole scoot their chairs back a little to give the patriarch room. The patriarch’s wife sets a digital recorder on top of the desk and makes sure it’s on. Kurt takes deep breath after deep breath, preparing himself for the moment the patriarch is going to lay his hands on him. Even after all these years in the church, he’s not quite used to people touching him at these intimate, spiritual moments. His body wasn’t wired that way—not unless it’s someone who knows him inside and out, like his mom and Dad and Carole, and sometimes Mercedes.

Kurt closes his eyes and bows his head, feels the warmth of the patriarch’s hands radiating near him before they actually make contact. They’re so warm, Kurt thinks of fire, and then The Spirit of God like a fire is burning! It’s the first line of a hymn Kurt’s been singing before he even knew how to read, and when the next lines follow—The latter-day glory begins to come forth; The visions and blessings of old are returning—he knows the Holy Ghost is already there with them in the room, in Kurt’s heart, witnessing that this blessing is from God.

Kurt feels the words more than hears them. The blessing gives him flashes of his past and his future: the safety of the preexistence, living beside his Heavenly Parents without fear or desire; the wise face of Ephraim, from whom he and his parents and the greatest tribe of Israel are descended, preserved until the last days to gather all the tribes of Israel together; the comfort of sitting in his mother’s lap when she was still alive, him so small and her so large and all-encompassing; a solid hug from his father; the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement as he walks alongside his missionary companion, an indescribable warmth in his heart; pink sunlight bathing the interior walls of temple rooms he’s only imagined but never seen; the squirming solidity of children in his arms, his children, when they come home for the first time; an unfamiliar yet comforting hand holding his, firm and loving, its pads fitting perfectly into the grooves of his own palm; a man’s voice—not his father’s, not the patriarch’s—a voice Kurt can’t place and yet feels like home to him, saying, “God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.”

#december klaine challenge 2023 #day 19: assist #mormon!klaine #fic: small things #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction

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Hi. Can you write a smut scene that starts with love at first sight between the female reader and my favorite Disney villain, Captain James Hook from the original animated Disney Peter Pan 1953 film please? I would appreciate it if you can because I have a serious fan girl crush on him.

Love To Lust

Captain Hook (1953 Film) x Fem Reader

Summary: Love at first sight turns into something more...

Warnings: Oral and vaginal sex (female x male), dirty talk, unprotected sex

A/N: Hey! Thank you so much for the request! The 1953 film has to be one of my favourite versions and I hope I've done it and your request justice <3

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Neverland had been your home for years, it was peaceful on the island, full of fun and laughter between you and the Lost Boys. It had always been that way, until one day it wasn't. One day, you fell in love and the boys, Peter, wasn't too happy with that.

"I don't think it's right how you feel for him Y/n, I'm sorry but that's how I feel" Peter was very gentle as he spoke, he always was with people, it's one of the reasons you loved him so much. He was like a brother to you and he wanted to protect you but you couldn't let him this time.

"But Peter, he was- he gave me this feeling that I've never felt before, this spark inside of me, this- this sense of adventure, an adventure I have to pursue" You knew what you were saying may have been crazy but as the interaction with this man kept running through your mind your desire to see him again only grew larger.

“He’s the villain Y/n, he’s not a good person and definitely not someone you should be falling in love with” Peter looked desperate as he tried to convince you, he couldn’t have you get hurt.

“Well I’m sorry but you can’t stop me this time Peter, I need to see him again” And without waiting to hear another word from Peter you walked away taking bag you had packed with you from your bed and closing the door to your hut behind you, leaving Peter standing and staring at where you had just stood in defeat.

As you walked you pulled a note out of your pocket and opened it up reading the words written for the 100th time making sure you were heading to the right place. At the end of your interaction the man had slipped you a note, one that told you to meet him at night fall by the shore line where you’d first met.

There was no sign of him once you reached the shore line, you looked around you, turning in circles until you heard a voice coming from the sea. This confused you until you saw his boat, him standing on his boat, lowering an anchor into the water and putting down a ramp that would allow anyone to enter or exit.

“You coming or what?” He spoke, his voice just how you remembered it, it had only been a few hours but it felt like a life time since you had seen him, a lifetime you never wanted to wait before seeing him again. So of course you hurried towards the boat, your shoes getting wet as you walked through the water to reach the ramp. Carefully walking up the ramp and onto the boat, he was waiting for you there, his hand stretched out for you to take, which of course you did.

He led you across the deck of the ship, into the captains cabin and over to the bed where you both sat down.

“I don’t believe I ever formally introduced myself” He spoke looking into your eyes. You smiled at him as you replied.

“No I don’t believe so”

“Captain Hook at your service my dear, but you can call me James” He spoke with a slight bow and you giggled as bowed back introducing yourself.

“Y/n L/n”

“What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl” A blush formed on your cheek as James compliment you, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear and you took the opportunity to speak.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after our first meeting, you’re so handsome and I just felt this feeling that I had never felt before. I knew I had to see you again, I knew I wanted to get to know you more, I had to get to know you more”

“Well aren’t you a sweet thing. Don’t worry darling I felt the exact same way for you. I don’t ever want to let you go now that I’ve got you this close to me. I think I’m falling for you” James confessed and he moved his face closer to yours, one hand cupping your face and the other holding your hand.

“Are you falling for me too?” Your could merely nod, flustered by his words and actions as you swallowed the lump in your throat. With your confirmation James closed the gap between you two kissing you slowly. Your lips moved in a smooth and gentle rhythm together for a few moments because the kisses became for harsh, faster and more desperate. Your hands making there way to his hair as his made their way to your shirt. His actions were skilful as he began to take your clothes off, throwing them to the floor and pushing you to lie down as he removed his clothing discarding them to the floor also.

You both lay naked on the bed now, wasting no time in reattaching your lips in a desperate manner. Your emotions were running wild, your head spinning as James’ lips moved to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks in its path. You had barely spoken to him but god had you fallen and fallen hard at that.

“You’re gorgeous my dear, so fucking gorgeous” James spoke lowly, his eyes roaming your body and his hands reached for your breasts, fondling and pinching the hard nipple making you let out a quiet moan. James chucked at your response, continuing his actions as his lips made their way back to your neck as quiet moans continued to spill from your mouth.

“Please” Your words came out quiet as you spoke. James’ actions stopped as you spoke and he looked up at your raising an eyebrow.

“Speak up dear”

“Please James, I want more” James smirked at your words.

“And what exactly is more darling?” You gulped nervously.

“I- I want-“ You turned your head to the side avoiding James’ eyes but he merely grabbed your chin making you look at him once more.

“No need to be nervous, tell me what you want Y/n” You took a breath before speaking.

“I want you to fuck me James” James’ smirk returned at your words.

“Such bold words for such a small girl” His hands ran down your body sending shivers down your back and making you close your eyes. This made you unaware of his next movement, his finger swiping at your entrance making you gasp with shock and delight.

“So wet for me Y/n, but will I fit inside of you?” This was the first time you’d looked down at his body, you looked him up and down, his was handsome beyond belief, like nothing you’d ever seen before and fuck- he was huge. Your eyes widened at the sight making James laugh, he found joy in your reactions, your nerves and your flustered stutters.

“You still want me to fuck you darling?” He asked, your eyes still wide as they looked into his. You didn’t hesitate to nod.

“Yes, please James, stretch me out and fuck me”

“As you wish” He wasted no time in slamming two fingers into you, they were long and slim, quickly moving in and out of you. Your head thrown back at the feeling, your mouth open as your moans grew louder. Adding two more finger James sped his pace, separating his fingers inside of you and stretching you nice and wide for his cock to fit. And that’s exactly what he tested next. Removing his fingers from inside of you he placed his cock at your entrance, pushing slowly inside of you, feeling your wall as stretch around him, still tight but wet making it easy to slide inside of you.

Your head was throw back, your jaw dropped and loud moans of delight spilling from your lips. James took this as an insensitive to keep going. He thrusted in and out of you. Hard and fast, his cock slamming against you, your walls stretching every thrust, quickly adjusting to the size inside of you. Your moans very only increasing in volume by the minute, your hands reaching to grab at James’ arms which were place either side of your head keeping himself up as he pleasured you. Your head reached up to kiss James passionately, as if it was the last thing you’d ever do because your eyes began to roll back into your head, your moans turning into screams and gasps as you squeezed James’ arms tightly, your head dropping back down onto the bed.

“Faster, oh god faster James!” You cried out and James complied right away, grunting as his pace quicken, his thrusts becoming more powerful and pleasurable.

“How’s that feel baby? You feel good?” He asked you, one of his hands moving to your breast as the other kept him hovering above you.

“So fucking good, please don’t stop, you’re amazing” Your words were breathless as you became distracted by every feeling, every emotion, that James was giving you. You were in love and you felt amazing. He knew exactly what he was doing, like he had done it 100 times before, and well he probably had. But the way he he moved inside of you, the way his hands held you in a way that felt so good and so special, you wanted more of him.

“I think I’m going to to cum” You admitted, you felt yourself begin to pulse, tightening even more around James’ cock, squeezing it in a way that made James groan deeply.

“Me too darling, go ahead” And with his permission and one last thrust your toes curled in as you came, one last moan spilling from you as your eyes rolled back and you felt James pull out and finish on your stomach. You breathed heavily as James collapsed besides you making you turn your head to look at him.

“I love you James”

“I love you too Y/n”

#characters #imagines #love #writing #smut #captain james hook #captian hook #james hook #peter pan #the lost boys #love at first sight

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Dude, I Love Fishing

A few days off between comeback stages and your boyfriend wants to go fishing, he's pretty lucky you love him.

pair: Yunho x Reader

w/c: 1.3k

a/n: Just another fluffy Yunho one-shot, also the number of times I accidentally deleted this post while editing is embarrassing, anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!!! Any feedback is appreciated, and any interactions are welcomed and loved! Also ironically the use of a Seventeen song has no correlation with my recent dive into them. Also I definitely did not take or make any of the photos just used them for the header....that I did make....Okay enjoy!!!

tags: @yunbug, @starillusion13

Masterlist

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Comeback season was rough, between recording, rehearsals, outfits and fittings, photoshoots, stage testing, and shooting music videos, promos, teasers, and doing interviews…you could say it’s a full time job. Yeah, comeback season was rough, Comeback season for Ateez? Never stops, with the boys getting bigger and better every comeback it was hard to get them to sit still for even a moment, not that they would, it’s like babysitting hyperactive 3 year olds who just got told it was nap time but they “don’t need a nap they can stay up forever.” but probably less spit and more “you’re not the boss of me.”

“Wooyoung in this moment I very much AM the boss of you.” I groaned trying to get him to stop so I could hear the directions the GPS was taking us. “Do you want to get lost?!”

“We’re in Seoul! We can’t possibly get lost!” he threw his hands up in the air.

“And you know Seoul well enough that if I turn off this GPS you can get us there On Time?” I raised my eyebrow and he looked out the window. “That’s what I thought.”

“I can-!” he started

“Wooyoung-ah, please don’t torture my poor girl, I do that enough at home.” Yunho spoke up from the middle row.

“EWWWW!” came a chorus of voices.

“Not like that!!!!” he waved his hands in front of his face.

“Even I knew that one was coming Yu.” I sighed now on the receiving end of questions of my personal life.

His torture by the way is the sweaty hugs after dance practice before he showers because he just can’t wait that long to hug me, the way he lays on top of me while watching tv or a movie and I mean FULL BODY WEIGHT almost like that scene from Disney’s Lilo and Stitch where Nani goes “Oh no gravity is increasing on me!” only he does it because it’s “much more comfortable”, the endless times he’s had me read the Spider Man comics to him because he likes the character voices I make, not to mention we’ve seen every version a few times. He’s decided to cook dinner a few times only he’s wanted to experiment and try things without a recipe, which is fine, but it’s always stuff he’s never tried making before, last time he mixed up sugar and salt….again….Yeah, I would say he puts me through a few trials at home….I wouldn’t change them, in fact I kind of miss it when he’s away on tour and I’m stuck back home.

“y/n!?” Yunho called out from the kitchen. Here comes the soup popsicles again…

“Yeah?” I sighed and put down my book.

“We should take a trip!” he announced coming into the room. “Why are you closing your eyes with your hand out?”

“Huh? Oh uh….nothing. A trip? What kind?”

“Let’s go to the lake! We can go fishing! Bring the guys along and everything!”

“Fishing? Yunho you know I don’t like fishing, it’s…hard (weird)”

“Oh come on Jagiya, pleaseeeee, it’ll be like a beach trip or something, water, swimsuits, picnic!”

I sighed. “Fine.”

It was in fact, NOT like the beach, I’m covered head to toe in waterproof clothing, the most shapeless pair of waterproof overalls or waders, wellingtons, a vest with way too mant pockets, a floppy hat, and a waterproof shirt…oh and a life vest.

“You look beautiful” he smiled, I took a photo as he put on his life vest.

“You look ridiculous.” I chuckled at his outfit, it was normal…save for the Spider-man life jacket that was too small…

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“Yunho that’s for kids…” I said as we browsed our local Department Store.

“Nuh uh!!” he shook his head and smiled. “It says 5 plus y/n! I’m plus! I’m over 5!”

“I’m starting to doubt that.” I mumbled as I put it in the cart.

“Aw no way!!! Jagiya!” he called from behind me.

I turned and nearly fell over laughing, he found a pair of wayyyy too small goggles as well, he looked like one of those watermelons with rubber bands stretched around it until they burst.

“Yu, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you get those.” I snorted…never did that in my last relationship.

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“Well good thing I don’t have to impress anyone then hmm?” he gave me that face. “Come on I’ll catch the best fish for us to eat tonight.”

“We could’ve just gone to the store.”

“But this way it’s a date.”

“Grocery shopping is a date.”

“Okay fine you got me there.” he smiled. “But it’s nice to get some fresh air during comeback season!”

“Yu….it smells like mud…”

“Earth! I love it!” he smiled. “Come on I figure we can try the boat first.”

How did I let him talk me into this?

“Yunho?”

“Hmm?” he turned towards me.

“How much longer are we going to be out here?” I looked at him. “We’ve been out here for hours already.”

“Until you catch one too.”

“I’m fine not catching one.” I chuckled. He’s caught 5…who knew he was so good at it.

“Maybe if you don’t catch one in an hour.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

We waited…he started humming….it sounds kind of familiar.

“생각처럼 쉬운 게 없네요

매일 생각해요 난 어떻게 해야 할지

도착했다 싶을 때, 다시 시작이네요

앞이 깜깜할 때도” Yunho hummed softly.

“Whatcha singing?” I looked at him.

“Just something stuck in my head.” he smiled.

“소용돌이치는 하루 속에

사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서

비어 있는 내 두 손에

세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서”

“Seventeen?” I raised an eyebrow as he got louder.

He started swaying a little.

“Yunho be careful, you’re rocking the boat.” I looked at him….it was too late.

“소용돌이치는 하루 속에

사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서

비어 있는 내 두 손에

세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서

가파른 길에 숨이 찰 때도

추운 날 길 잃은 때도

따듯한 온기와 함께 손을 내밀어주는!!!” he exclaimed standing up and what do you know the boat tipped over. “YUNHO!”

I broke the surface of the water.

“You owe me a new phone.” I looked at him after we swam back to the shore with the boat.

“Gladly.” he smiled and wrapped a towel around me still humming.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I huffed.

“I’m very lucky indeed.” he kissed my cheek but grimaced at the taste left on his lips.

“Yeah let me guess I taste how the lake smells?”

“No no just a piece of algae in my mouth…”

“I don’t believe you.” I sighed and we made our way to go get cleaned up and the boathouse.

“You know what they say, shower together and save water.”

“Are you seriously horny after tipping the boat over into a fish pond…and there’s mud in my hair?”

“What can I say…the mud really adds texture.” he chuckled.

“New phone and a new boyfriend.” I nudged him.

“Awwwwww come on.”

After I took my shower…alone. We sat on the deck to eat the lunch/dinner we brought along. I didn’t catch a single fish, I got knocked out of the boat and I lost my phone….

“You didn’t catch a fish but you caught one thing?”

“....yeah?” I looked at him knowing it was going to be bad.

“This boot!” he held up the waterlogged boot I got before he knocked us over dancing.

“I totally thought you were going to say ‘My Heart’” I laughed a little.

“Nah, you caught that a long time ago.” he smiled and pushed my wet hair behind my ear.

“You’re so annoying Jeong Yunho.”

“And you are the light of my life l/n f/n……D.I.L.F” he spelled out.

I spit. “What!?”

“Dude I Love Fishing!” he smiled and looked at me.

“Yunho! That’s not what that means!!!!” I laughed and hit his arm.

As we walked back to the car Yunho held up the boot again.

“Should we-”

“No we are not keeping the boot.” I chuckled. “We can get matching phone cases this time.”

“Well I am keeping you, so I guess I win.” he smiled. “Can I pick out the phone case?”

“Fine…you win.”

I am never going fishing again.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #my writing #yunho x reader #ateez fic #dude i love fishing #my writings #my blog #me #yunho #this took me an embarrassingly long time to post because I deleted it 3 times #also Yunho posting as I tried also posting #it was a sign.....probably a sign I need to go to bed.

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lyon-amore · 1 year

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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 47 Final

Chapter 46 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He was an idiot. The most idiot of all he had ever met. I couldn't believe that at a moment like this, he would tell me that he loved me. As if he would never see me. As soon as he told me that it was something that he had wanted to tell me for a long time, I already began to suspect it, but I didn't want to hear it at a time like this. Because then, I would know it would never happen. But Jake was my idiot… And I told him I loved him too. Because I'm a bigger idiot than him to think that maybe I couldn't tell him any other time either.

He has promised me. He has promised that he would come back for me. For Henry. That detail increased more points in loving him even more.

I wipe away my tears, trying to focus on the computer, waiting for Jake to give me access to the security cameras. I'm thinking about his words all the time. Yes, that's right, he should have told me that a long time ago. Unfortunately, we can no longer go back. And even so, I wouldn't change a thing about everything we've been through to get to where we've gotten.

I haven't heard from Alan or the group, so it's all quiet. Except that the FBI is looking for Jake.

I take a long breath, it was all too quiet.

After waiting for a long time, I receive a message from Alan. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alan Did you just do something to the stream?

Macie Why? What happened?

Alan I suggest you see for yourself (Camera_05) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When I go to hit the link, I see how my computer screen starts to distort. I hit the keys, hoping it hasn't messed up. I don't know about computers except to do my job, I don't know if it's failing or-

Completely switch to a more interactive version. Well, I mean, it looked like I could handle the cameras. The first thing I see is a tunnel, some cables cross the wall and the rails are lacking wood. I move on to the next camera. There are some wagons, full of stones and logs? I can't tell clearly, but there are lights in the areas I'm seeing at the moment. Chamber number three. It looks like the access of the rails. With a quite old support.

For a moment, my heart races to see him, to see someone walk out thinking its Jake, but no. It's not Jake

Then I see him. That mask that had tormented me so much. The kidnapper. The man without a face. Passing before my eyes. With a bandage on his arm and limping. Dressed in black.

He disappears on camera and I back him, waiting for him to come out. I don't know the exact positions of the cameras to know where he is. I go forward again after the camera where the man without a face had been and I find a broken camera. Damn… why doesn't it work? Where has he gone? I hit the next camera. Another tunnel. I can now appreciate the rails, buried in the ground and wet. I can even see the wires of the walls more closely. But nothing.

Next camera. I can see him in the background, walking. Badly. When he's closer to the camera, I feel a chill run through my body, as if I've noticed him up close. In the end it disappears.

The next camera shows me another part of the mine. It seems that water is leaking, perhaps because it is near the waterfall? The next camera doesn't show me anything either, just a hallway.

I continue and I get to see him appear again. Finally he sits down, leaning against the wall. It seems thoughtful. Then, he takes out his cell phone and that's when I get the message from him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unknown There was a moment Where you were so incredibly close to the truth But you were wrong about one thing ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I swallow, nervous. He was going to confess. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unknown There weren’t just two people involved in the accident back then There were three ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I receive a video call and I stare for a moment at whether to accept or not. But I must know the truth. I have to know if in the end I was wrong or if I was right. But both things were going to hurt the same.

I know.

I accept the call and little by little, it begins to focus on the face. Well, in this case, to the mask. A mask with black eyes and a covered mouth. Who was looking at me. He puts a hand to his hood, pulling it down slowly. My breath hitches watching every little movement. Seeing how he puts his hand to the mask and reveals who is behind it.

Richy.

I let out a strangled cry, putting my hand to my mouth and squeezing my eyes shut. I didn't dare look at him. I had cry his death and later seen that it was false. Then I saw him in the mine, tied up next to Hannah, wondering again if I was wrong about him, because my feelings for him were so mixed. He was my friend. I had fun with him. And he had done those horrible things. He look at the camera guilty, but… How can I feel sorry for him? He takes time to speak, avoiding looking at me as I tremble. But he knows it. I need to know the truth. "Ten years ago," he begins to narrate her, pausing briefly. His eyes… Those brown eyes look with pain… I can't…. I can't know what to feel at this moment, "Hannah and Amy were at my doorstep." He looks to the side, remembering that moment ". Pine Glade was almost over and it was already night" I avoid crying, I want to hear his story. I need to know the truth ". They wanted me to drive them to Grimrock because Amy had lost something there. I even remember what it was…" I see that he is trying to remember "I had…" he complains a bit as he speaks "I had been at the festival the whole days and I was drunk" he laughs… He laughs… He laughs…. God… He laughs…. I can't… I can't take it ", I'd a couple of drinks” Pause and the tone changes, becoming serious again ". I said no." He pauses for a moment, looking away to remember again ". But they insisted… They were in a hurry…. And already had made detours to get to me, so…” he shrugs". Hannah had been driven to my yard a couple of times. So I gave them the keys to an old AMC Gremlin. One was going to be scrapped in couple days later" The secret of the mysterious AMC Gremlin is revealed. That's why he acted weird when I named him... That's why the car file isn't there ". So I thought its no harm, right?" He shrugs again, but a smaller gesture than before "Couple a minutes later they show up again." He swallows, with a confused look ". I almost didn't recognize the car. In the dark. All the dents… There was blood on the windshield… There was blood on the bumper.” He takes a small breath ". And none of them are capable to… as much say a single word” he shrugs again, remembering the confusion and fear at that moment “and I thought: They must have hit an animal, some deer that bumped in front of the car. So I drove them to the spot.” He lowers his head, and when he raises it, I see his eyes sparkle. It's like he wants to cry ". And there she was. A girl" from his look, I notice that he isn't even looking at me. It's like he's watching the scene ". Covered in blood" He takes a deep breath ". Lifeless... We buried in the forest. And we never spoke a word again" he takes a breath and the next thing he says, I find it hard to believe ". I'm sorry." He hang up and I stare at the screen I need to process it...

I see that Richy connects in his own chat. I'm not going to give him the right to chat about it.

I make a video call. But he doesn't take. I do it again. Neither. I insist a third time. And in the end he answers. His eyes are red, he wants to cry. But the one who started crying is me. I hadn't realized until I noticed how a tear had fallen on my wrist. I had never felt more disappointed and betrayed in my life. For the first time I was savoring what this feeling was like and I don't wish it on anyone. “I've always known” I start to say, harshly “. So much pointed at it-“ “Macie-" “You were leading us all this time." “Please-" “I just don’t have words for this-" “Let me explain-" “YOU BET YOU WILL!“ I yell, furious. "I've been waiting for a long time." Richy sighs avoiding meeting my eyes. I want him to look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me everything. Little by little, he looks up again, hurt. “I… I hadn't thought about the accident for a long time” he finally begins to explain “, until Hannah came to the garage one day” He runs his hand over his face, wiping away the tears. For me, at the moment they are false “. Her oil sump was broken because she had driven into a pothole.“ “So, at least the thing about the oil sump wasn't a lie..." “No, it wasn't…” he bites down hard on his lip “I notice immediately that there was something wrong with her. But she didn't want to say what it was...“ “She excluded you" I replied, without feeling “. Even though it also affected you.“ He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “She did” he nods, “and I would have probably just left it at that if I hadn't seen Amy in Hannah's car before she turned into my driveway…. That worried me.“ “I suppose you weren’t in contact with Amy since the accident" I see her nod slowly “, which is why the others thought Hannah didn't know her." “That's right" he sniffs “. So I took a look through Hannah's satnav.“ “To find out where she had been…" “Yes..." He pauses. I breathe hard, wiping the tears from my eyes. I only have anger. “The address in the satnav was that of Iris Hanson" he picks up the story, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking “. And then I knew that my worries were justified...“ I sit better in the chair, listening carefully “. I drove to Amy and she told me everything” He waves his hand, explaining “: Hannah found that bracelet and then she suddenly saw a figure by the edge of the woods. “ So that's what I thought. Hannah's guilt was so big that she imagined a punisher for her. “So it was really just her imagination?" I ask, wanting to hear it from him. “Yes" he breathed heavily “. He never existed, Macie…I knew it was time” he says, his voice deep and broken “. We had run away from it for long enough… He would only go away if we finally faced the past. Jennifer deserved it… And so did Hannah.“ I nod, avoiding biting my nails from the nerves of hearing this story. “You wanted to do the right thing..." I answered "After so long..." But he act wrong... “I wanted that..." he looks down and exhales "But it's not just the thought that counts...“ He stays silent. Without looking at me.

I wait for him to continue, but I see that he doesn't seem to be interested in continuing the story. "What happened then?" My tone is angry. I don't want him to make me wait any longer. "I’ve got..." he sniffs again, complaining under his breath "A pretty bad gunshot wound... And my bandage just came off” he chuckles. “Who even released Dan from the hospital?“ he laughs again and complains again. More sore “I thought they…. Argh…. They said laughter was the best medicine?“ I shake my head, not believing what I was hearing “Well, it doesn’t apply to bullet wounds.“ “Don't!“ I scream “Please, stop that“ I raise my voice a little “. I don't feel like laughing, Richy...“ Richy nods and looks me in the eye again. “I told Amy we should finally turn ourselves in” he shrugs, with a wistful smile “but she didn't want to hear about it” He looks at me hard “. She said that Hannah was only imagined the man without a face and that she just wanted to forget everything“ at this moment, I began to be afraid to see his eyes. They were dark. He was furious “, so I made sure Amy would see him too.“ "You became the man without a face..." He nods. I bite my tongue, shutting up what I want to say. Richy had driven Amy to suicide. He had caused a person to take their own life. “But it didn’t go the way I planned…“ he looks at the ground, unable to meet my eyes “Amy killed herself… Because of me… And… When I found Amy…“ "You also found her letter..." I answer for him, seeing that he finds it hard to speak. Richy looks at me surprised. He doesn't know that I knew there was a letter. I can't feel anything right now for him. I don't know who I'm really looking at. "Suddenly, her phone rang" he swallows nervously “. It was Hannah… Because nobody picked up, she left a voice mail…. And I listened to it There was only one chance of that voicemail she left her. There was no other answer. “She wanted to turn herself in... “ "Not only that" he looks to the side, incredulous ", she said she had something to go against her pursuer." "Irrefutable proof that he was real." “Well…” he looks at me uncomfortably, “Not only that… Hannah put a camera in front of Amy's house, directed towards the forests. She must have filmed me with it. “ The enigmatic video in which Jake saw nothing. "I know that camera," I replied, with a slack laugh. This is being too hard for me, I'm going crazy “. It was in Hannah’s apartment before.“ “There must have been a receipt in my pocket” he replies, grumbling a little as he tries to sit up “. It must have fallen out of, which Hannah saw on the footage.“ "If she had gone to the police with it, you would have been caught…" "I got scared!" He exclaimed, fear in his eyes. I massage my temples, leaving my phone on the table for a moment. I couldn't believe what I'm hearing. He is a coward.

I pick up the phone again. Trying to calm down. “You lured Hannah to Michael's house” I start to explain “. Amy was already dead at that point" I see Richy nod, unable to answer me. "Who was Ted Madruga and why did Hannah want to meet up with him? “ I see how he scratches his neck, much more uncomfortable than before. "Ted Madruga was the original owner of the Gremlin." He runs his hand over his face, remembering “. He gave us the car so we could scrap it…. After the accident, I made the file disappear.“ "So it couldn’t be traced back to you." then that file disappeared before I could name it... He got nervous because I knew it. "I think… Personally tell Ted the truth in person was part of Hannah's plan to fess up to the truth." he answers slowly. To me, it doesn't sound hurt. For me, he pretend. I still can't believe him. "Why did you marked Jessy?" I asked him, angrier than before. “I did it because of Phil…." He looks at me and continues "And for you..." I avoid looking at his face, very disappointed "I wasn’t expecting him to get arrested, so I had to prove it couldn't be him..." "And for me?" "You were talking too much" he replies, with a certain tremor in his voice ", you knew too much and I was afraid... Macie, I was afraid for my life, I thought that maybe with this you would be scared and finally stop investigating." I take a deep breath. I couldn't believe it… He wanted to scare me. Stay away like when he called me threatening. “I've heard enough.” I says, putting my finger on the end button. “Macie, wait.” I stop my hand and look at him. I see that he is breathing hard ". If I told you I was sorry... Would you believe me?" I keep looking at him. Not knowing what to answer. Remembering all that he has done. It's when I explode. It's when all my emotions come out towards him. "You threatened me..." "I know…" "You threatened Cleo's mother…" "And I'm sorry…" "You attacked Jessy." I raise my voice a little. "I didn't really want to, but it was necessary-" "You tried to kill me!" "No! No Macie!" Richy shakes his head "I didn't want to kill you! I never wanted to hurt you! I just wanted to knock you out! I swear! You are important to me!" "And do you think I believe you?!" I yell at him and he lowers his head "You led Amy to suicide, Richy! You kidnapped Hannah! All because of your fucking cowardice! And you ask me to believe you when you tell me you're sorry? WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO ANSWER YOU?!" I see that he looks away. I wish I could make him look at me. At least that way he could see how I feel "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHOM I HAVE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW! Are you Richy? Or are you the monster I've been looking for so long?" He stays looking at me. He doesn't know what to say. I shake my head. I don't know what to say. The truth. I'm confused. I feel too many things. On one hand, I'm glad he's okay, but on the other, I know it was all fake. "You made me cry your death..."I answer him, swallowing saliva "All this time I've been throwing the wrong person in the face because I thought you were really dead. Do you know how I feel?" "Macie, I'm sorry." "No, you're not" I laughed desperately, ", because if you were, you wouldn't have done all this to your friends and me." I give him a hard look, to which he responds with silence. He doesn't know what to say to that. He clearly can't get away. Hannah and Amy had killed someone. Something horrible… But Richy had continued to accumulate crime and even if he hadn't killed someone directly, he had made a person take their own life, with psychological fear. "You know?" he begins to say, although he no longer shows any feeling "The video with Hannah and me in the mine, had a second part…" "You mean the ''stream''?" I ask, feeling betrayed by that too. "Yes" he nods slowly ". In the second part you would have seen me free myself from my shackles" although he smiles, he does not show any emotion ". Then me saving Hannah… And us fleeing from the mine” he sighs ". While Michael burned to death in the fire in which he tried to burn the evidence..." "But your plan was foiled." I replied, frowning ". Because of your gunshot wound." "Yes..." He manages to look me in the eye "But don't worry, Macie. I’m done with running away." I closed my eyes, sighing. "I know Richy..." I then get a message from Jessy. Wondering why Richy is online. I ignore her and see that she ends up texting Richy. "Jessy just spoke to me." he tells me, a little sad. "Richy, don't talk to her now." I warned, knowing how much he could hurt her right now. "I have to tell her…" "Richy! No!" "I'm sorry for everything I did to you, Macie" His eyes seem sincere, but after lying so much, after doing so much damage... I can't trust him ". And I won't hurt you anymore." "Richy, don't hang up!" He ignores me and hangs up.

I curse under my breath and watch the conversation. I have a feeling that something is wrong... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy Hello? Are you Michael Hanson?

Richy No Jessy I'm not It’s me Richy

Jessy Richy Omg Are you Okay??? Are you still being held captive? How did you get your phone?! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My chest starts to ache and my stomach starts to turn. I can't believe what's about to happen. This was going to destroy her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Richy Jessy

Jessy OMG I'm so happy 😄

Richy I have to tell you something It was me ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I try to hold on. I try not to cry, not to scream. I couldn't stop him doing something like that to Jessy. The person who had suffered the most. The one he had always come to attack. Seeing my friend suffer and not doing anything, because I know she wouldn't listen to me. She would completely ignore me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy What was you? What do you mean?

Richy I kidnapped Hannah

Jessy Richy What are you saying?

Richy It was me From the beginning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I go to Richy's chat, telling him to stop. But he ignores me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy No

Richy I attacked you

Jessy No that’s not true

Richy I don’t have a lot time to left Macie will explain everything ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I shake my head, not believing what I'm reading. After confessing it, he left me the worst job: Telling the truth. When I myself don't know how I'm capable of doing it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy You're not Richy Right? You’ve just taken his phone

Richy Yes Jessy It is me

Jessy I don't believe you Prove it

Richy Your birthday is April 1st Which you hate

Jessy Anyone could know that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I see Richy make a request for a video call and I raise my hands to my head. No... No, no, no... How can he do this to her?! Isn't it better to turn himself in first?! What is he doing?!

Jessy agrees to the request and her camera loads. A surprised but scared Jessy for having discovered the truth appears, contrasting with Richy's calm look. “You're terribly afraid of frogs” Richy begins, trying to make her see that it's really him, “because Phil put one in your bed when you were a kidl” Now he laughs a little ". In you first day with us, you thought that my father wasn’t the boss, but the garbage man and I let you believe it like, three days?" He says with a half-smile. “Stop it…” Jessy speaks, her voice almost a whisper. Hurt. "You were there when we got my mom's diagnosis…. And you started crying even before I did... " "I don't believe you…" Jessy starts to cry and I follow her. Seeing this hurt even more than Richy's confession, because there was nothing I could do to comfort my friend or make Richy stop. I cannot do anything. "You couldn't do any all this!" Jessy continues, barely able to look at him. Richy lowers his gaze, not being able to look at her "You would never hurt me... " She continues to cry and he continues without looking at her. He was a coward... Not even telling her did he look into her eyes after he told her that if he wasn't the one who had done it all "Please tell me that is not true!" "I never wanted to hurt you Jessy." Richy tells her, finally looking at her "None of you!" "No!" Jessy shakes her head, not believing him. "And I swear! I swear I never touched Dan's car!" Jessy shakes her head again. "I swear I wasn't going to kill Macie!" "Please!" "I'm sorry!" Richy breaks down crying harder than before "I'm so sorry!" "No! Richy!" Jessy calls him, but Richy hangs up "RICHY!" Jessy is left alone on screen, crying. Her broken scream calling out to him makes me ache. I burst into tears with her, even though she doesn't see me.

In the end… Jessy ends up hanging…

Something inside me ends up warning me that something is not right. That this confession is the last time I would see Richy. That something was going to happen. I get up from my chair, phone in hand looking for where exactly Grimrock is. When I manage to locate it on the map, I see that it's quite a walk, but I don't care. I grab the room keys and run out.

The cold of the night penetrates me from my feet to the tips of my hair. She had gone barefoot. Since I was in a hurry, I didn't care about the cold, I didn't care what happened to me, if I got sick. There was only one thing on my mind: Jake. He was in the mine. Richy had said that his ultimate plan was for Michael to burn himself. The end of Hannah's kidnapping. Richy's end as a hero getting her out of the mine at his own expense. When he was a coward. And he was going to drag Jake down with him.

Jake. Even though he got out of the mine, he was going to get caught by the FBI. One way or another, they were going to take him away from me. The only difference is that at least in one of the options he came out alive.

I try to remember his smile right now, how I met him. Mysterious. He didn't say anything about him. But little by little, I was able to see through that barrier that he had. His way of thinking, how he followed my jokes, when he made me blush by winking at me. When he got mad because he was frustrated with himself because he couldn't tell me the truth. And still, I still loved him despite the stupid things I did. I continued to wait for him for two months. My heart broke when I thought he was dead... But when I saw him again, I thought that this time... That finally, despite how difficult it is for both of us, at least I would have him by my side for a while longer.

I stop for a moment to look at my phone. I’m on the right path.

As I arrive, I see three cars and a couple of men, blocking the road to Grimrock. "I'm sorry! You can't pass!" A man in a suit stops me. "No! You don't get it!” I try to push through, but he clearly gets the better of me. "Macie?" I hear from behind me. Turning around, I see Brian, looking at me confused. "What are you doing here?” He approaches us. "Do you know her?" asks the man who stopped me. "Yes, she's a friend of my wife's." Brian pulls me away from him, but I try to break free. "Brian! Brian, listen to me!" I speak quickly, while he tries to free me "You have to let me pass! I have to go to the mine! I can't stay here! It's a matter of life or death!" Brian stops, looking me up and down. My hair is all messy from running and it's hard for me to breathe. He settles more closely at my feet and sighs. "You're going to freeze." He takes off his jacket and puts it on me ". Let's go, I'll take you to where you're staying.” he says, placing a hand on my back. "No! No! Please" I stop and stand in front of him, stopping him with my hands "I have to go to Grimrock! He is in danger!" We hear a slight sound. To me, it sounded like something I'd heard before. Many years ago. My body reacts to fear. Staying frozen in place. "Russel" one of his co-worker approaches, running ", we just received a radio call, there was an explosion in the mine." Hearing those words… I can't help it… I scream like I've never screamed and try to run, but Brian stops me. "LET ME GO!" I scream desperate "I HAVE TO GO! BRIAN! LET ME GO! I CAN'T LEAVE HIM ALONE! HE’LL BE CAUGHT! AND YOU KNOW! I HAVE TO KNOW IF HE'S STILL INSIDE! I NEED TO KNOW IF HE'S STILL THERE!" "What is she talking about, Brian?” asks the same man who had stopped me. Brian looks at him and then at me. It's like he's debating what to do. "Her friends were in the mine" he finally answers, "the woman and the man the Duskwood police had warned us about" he lies. He knows for me I mean Jake. Not Hannah or Richy ". I better take her, she is affected." "Isn't it better to wait for the ambulance?" "No, better not, look" he points to my feet ", without shoes, it's better that she don't spend time here." "No, no, no!" I yell, trying to get rid of him as he leads me to the car "Brian!" Please! No! I have to go! He needs me! He is in danger! We don't know how long it will take for the entire mine to burn down!" He puts me in his car "BRIAN!" I look for a way to open the car, but I see that it is not possible. This car is special for stopping people. It even has unbreakable glass. It's like a police car, only much more expensive.

I start punching as he starts to strap himself in, trying to get attention. “BRIAN!” I yelled at him, trying to break the glass, even though I know I can't "BRIAN! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" "No." He answers curtly. "FUCK BRIAN! JAKE NEEDS ME!” I finally tell him his name “I CAN'T LET HIM DIE IN THE MINE!" "AND I CAN'T RISK MY FRIEND TO BE ARRESTED!" He yells at me, looking into my eyes "What I'm doing could risk my position, you know that?" I keep crying, putting my hands on my head "Where are you staying? At the Motel?" I nod, no other words come out "Okay." He starts the car and I keep banging, this time on the car window. It couldn't be that I'm going to lose him. I am without Jake? The promises he had made to me were not going to be fulfilled? "Brian… Turn around…. Please…” I beg, trying to keep hitting, “Don't you take me back to the motel! Give him back to me! Give me Jake back! Please…” My throat hurts from the scream from earlier, but I still keep begging. "Macie, you're not coming back, it's dangerous for you" he answers, his voice hard. I see how he looks at me in the rearview mirror. His look is firm ". If now the FBI finds out about you, what do you think they will do?" This is not one of your romantic series and movies! They can arrest you for having been involved with that hacker!" I shake my head, ignoring him. My chest hurt "Do you understand? I can't let an innocent be arrested because of a criminal!" I lower my head, giving up at last. I wasn't going to be able to convince him, was I? I lay back in the seat, hugging myself. The pain I felt, I had never felt before...

Brian opens my bedroom door when I give him the keys. I walk into the room, slowly. He walks in with me and I head over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Macie, listen.” I don't look at his face, I refuse to look at him. Or simply, I don't have the strength to do it ", don't go out under any circumstances, don't go to Grimrock, to the mine, to the forest, to anywhere near there" I look at his shoes, although the truth is, my mind is elsewhere ". The FBI will probably stay for a few days, its better if they don't know about you either." Jake… Jake is in the mine… The FBI… The FBI will wait for him to come out because of the fire… They will be waiting for him… "I'll come back every once in a while to see how you're doing." I hear him put the keys in his pocket ". I know you won't be able to get in if you go out, so… Don't leave this room, okay?" I nod slowly. It seems that I listen to him, but I don't. "Okay, well…" I hear him sigh "I'm leaving, they need me." I hear how he opens the door "Brian..." I call him, but I don't look at him "Will you let me know if he's okay?" I hear another sigh again. "I'll come every hour, okay?" He leaves closing the door and I am left alone. I raise my legs, bringing them against my chest and hugging them, with the phone in my hand holding it tightly. I will be pending every notification that sounds...

Daylight was peeking through the blind. Little dots of light illuminate the room. I have not replied to any messages that have been sent to me in the group. I have only read the first messages asking for Jessy.

Brian has been gone for a moment.

I haven't slept. I haven't wanted to sleep waiting for a message from Jake. At any time he could get a text from him saying he's okay.

I received an email from my boss… The content of the email made me squirm inside. Feeling dirty… Used…

‘Dear Miss Connors:

In the last few hours, we have found out from the police that Hannah Donfort has been found in the Duskwood iron mine. Given the latest events, and the fact that the Pine Glade Festival is not going to take place due to the investigations into the events at the mine, please make a change of plans and dedicate yourself to investigating the story of Miss Donfort's kidnapping, since you are also are linked to this case by the false accusation of her sister, Lilly Donfort. Please, reply to this e-mail as soon as possible giving the affirmation that you will do the reporting. If you refuses, we kindly ask you to return to your previous position, awaiting any better news you can offer us.

Attentively:

The Director of The Vigilant

Sigmund Steinway.'

That message… That fucking message made me sick to my stomach. They knew what I had been through. They knew perfectly well that I didn’t want to get involved in this subject again.

I try to focus on Jake's promise. I know he'll come back… he'll text me again… he'll come back to tell me that he loves me.

I haven't…I haven't slept all night…I couldn't…Because I'm waiting for a text from Jake…

I hear them knocking on the door.

Slowly, I look up. Have I imagined? Was it the sound of the door knocking?

I hear them calling again. It can't be Brian because he has the keys to the room and he left a moment ago. "Jake?" I whisper, hearing the door again. I get out of bed walking towards the door.

I place my hand on the doorknob. With a smile in the face. It had to be Jake. Because he promised me that he would come back for me.

''Everything is going to be fine in the end.

If it's not fine, it's n̲o̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲e̲n̲d̲.̲''

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The Girlfriend Experience- First Meeting- Jungkook’s Version

Fandom- BTS

Relationship- Jungkook/Reader

Rated- General

“Hi.” I say and introduce myself.

“You can call me JK.” He smiles at me. “I’ll take your bags.”

“Thank you.” I reply as he picks my suitcase up like it weighs nothing.

He leads me into the building and we can hear some whispering and giggling from where the other band members are standing. I wave at them and they wave back but they’re all suddenly giving me intense stares. I gulp, understanding their unspoken message. Hurt our Maknae and you will pay. I give them a slight nod.

“I’ll show you to your room first.” JK says, heading towards the stairs.

I follow him, looking around as we walk. It looks like a lovely and huge building full of all kinds of things. JK shows me to a simple little room with a bed and a wardrobe in it and an en-suite bathroom.

“I know it’s not much but I’ll take you shopping for some nice furniture and decorations.” He says to me, looking a little shy.

“It’s great.” I smile back, not really happy with the idea of him spending money on me.

He nods and places my case on the bed.

“Have you had breakfast? I can make you something if you haven’t.” He says quickly, looking like an eager puppy.

“I had breakfast but thank you for the offer. So, you cook?” I ask him, standing in the middle of the room.

“Yes I do. Suga Hyung and Jin Hyung are better but I do okay.” He says sweetly, blushing slightly.

“I look forward to tasting your food.” I grin.

He grins back and blushes even more, looking at the floor for a second.

“So, I’m going to work out so you can come with me or you can do anything else you’d like to.” He says softly, looking back at the floor.

“Is there a gym here then?” I ask excitedly.

“Yes.” He grins at me.

“I’d love to workout. Give me a minute to change?” I ask.

“Of course. I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready.” He nods and then leaves.

I get changed into Lycra shorts and a short top and then head downstairs. He’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs and licks his lips as he sees me heading towards him. I smile and he hands me a bottle of water.

“Thank you.” I smile.

He grins and looks at the floor again and then leads the way to the gym. I choose to warm up on the treadmill first and he takes one next to me. I set a gentle pace to begin and put in headphones so I can listen to music as I work out. It’s a good workout for the first hour and then JK takes his top off to continue his. I find it hard to concentrate after that and choose low impact, harder to kill myself on, equipment. The way his muscles ripple and the sweat running down his body make me want to lick him all over.

He chuckles and winks at me, making me realise I’ve been staring and not doing anything for at least 5 minutes. I blush and look away, making him chuckle again. I decide to go to the opposite side of the gym and do some stretches instead so I don’t embarrass myself again. After another hour JK walks over to me, thankfully with his t-shirt back on.

“Let’s have lunch.” He offers.

“Okay.” I smile, downing the last little bit of my water.

He smiles and leads me to the kitchen where he makes me sit on a stool as he prepares lunch. It’s amazing to watch him here too. He seems so sure of himself and cooks with no hesitation. He soon serves us a wonderful tasting lunch and I can’t help but to moan as the flavour coats my tongue. He blushes but looks pleased at my enthusiasm for his food.

“You like it?” He asks, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

“It’s delicious.” I groan, taking another bite.

He smiles again and continues to eat. Every time I take a bite I can’t help but moan at the taste and every time I do, I feel his eyes on me. I glance at him and he’s staring at me, slightly flushed with his mouth open.

“What?” I ask softly, using a napkin to wipe my face in case I have something on it.

“Do you always make those noises?” He asks softly, licking his lips.

“Oh sorry! I don’t mean to, it just happens when I taste something really nice. I know it’s annoying.” I gasp, looking down in embarrassment.

“It’s not annoying. I-I like the noises.” He sighs, leaning over to lift my chin up gently.

“You do?” I whisper, losing myself in his soft brown eyes.

He smiles and nods, blushing again. I smile back happily.

“Any food for me? I’m hungry.” V states as he walks in, making me pull away quickly.

“Yeah, there’s plenty.” JK laughs, offering food to V.

V sits down and digs into the food happily.

“I’m going to have a shower.” I say, standing up.

“Okay. There’s towels and toiletries in your bathroom. When we go shopping for furniture I’ll buy you any bathroom products you need too.” JK says kindly.

V suddenly glares at me and I swallow.

“I can buy my own things. You don’t need to spend your money on me.” I tell JK softly, not wanting to insult him.

“I don’t mind.” He smiles widely.

I smile awkwardly back at him and head to my room. I stay under the hot water for a while, wondering how I can stop JK from wanting to spend money on me without making him feel insulted. I dry off, change in nice comfy sweats and unpack. After a little while there is a knock on my door.

“Come in.” I call.

The door opens and JK pokes his head in before walking in fully. He smiles at me and looks around.

“Do you want any help putting things away?” He asks.

“No, thank you.” I smile up at him. “I haven’t got much anyway.”

“I can buy you more clothes too then.” He grins happily.

“JK, don’t take this the wrong way but I really do not want you buying things for me. I have my own money and I do t want to spend yours.” I say, cupping his face so I can look into his eyes as I talk.

His eyes go wide and he blinks at me for a moment.

“But I want to.” He states softly, looking sad.

“That’s really sweet but I don’t like taking money from people. Okay?” I state.

“Okay.” He sighs, frowning with a cute little pout.

“Thank you.” I Sigh in relief.

He smiles and steps back.

“Did you want me by the way?” I ask, tilting my head.

“What?” He yelps, blushing.

“You came to my room. Was there a reason? Did you need to talk to me about something?” I chuckle at his reaction.

“Oh! I just wanted to see what you were doing. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?” He replies, looking at the floor shyly.

“Sure. What do you want to do?” I smile.

“I was just thinking of walking Bam.” He shrugs.

“Bam?” I ask curiously.

“He’s my dog.” He grins, getting excited again as he tells me all about him.

“He sounds lovely. I’d love to walk him with you.”

“Great!” He grins, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

We reach his room and he calls a gorgeous looking Doberman. I can’t help but to coo over Bam. He’s so cute! We take Bam for a nice long walk around the local area, enjoying the sunshine and gentle breeze. We walk for ages before we head back to the building where Suga has cooked dinner. I thank Suga for the food as he serves some to JK and I, making him smile. I sit next to JK as I eat and realise he’s watching me closely with a small smile.

“What?” I ask softly, hoping the others won’t hear.

“You made more noises for my food.” JK smirks happily.

I blush and look away, making him chuckle. I playfully shove him and he laughs, making the others look at us. I blush at the attention and they all chuckle. We’re all soon chatting and laughing together as we eat. After dinner we all work together to clean up and then sit down to watch a movie. After the movie, I decide to head to bed. JK walks me to my room and I kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight.” I smile at him.

“Goodnight. If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.” He hums.

He leaves and I get into bed for the night, falling straight to sleep.

#bts #fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook #sfw

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chitsangenthusiast · 1 year

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7, 9, and 11 for the ask game!!

hehehe more late responses to old ask games <3

7. What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far? ok i know this is going to make this answer a long one but i've gotta include the intro scene to my zukka novel's fic 'in time's arrow' <333 i enjoyed imagining and writing it so much that it's actually one of the reasons why i'm choosing to blend this fic with my mortician/marine bio au <3333

Fiddling with the frayed strings on his raincoat, Sokka frowned as he peered into the water. Salmon-eels don’t usually stray this far out into the bay. They’re river fish, shoals of glistening silver better suited for the rocky streams back home. For one to hobble out into open water alone, misshapen and streaked the color of wood grain, meant it had to be sick. If it got caught in his dad’s net then it could infect the other fish, and Sokka couldn’t let something like that happen, not on his very first fishing trip. He watched it like a penguin-hawk; in one moment he was tracking the salmon-eel from one end of the boat to the other, in the next— The ocean swallowed him like it was welcoming him home. Later, after he was pulled out by frantic hands that soothed his shuddering chest and layered him in thick blankets, Sokka sat curled up in the warmth of his Gran-Gran’s arms. She rocked him, gentle like the bay before its waters grew greedy, and as she petted at his drying hair she hummed to him of many things. There are animals that can live both on land and in the water, she’d said, and she listed all the ones she knew. There are accounts of more fantastical things that dwelled far deeper, and she described them. Ordinary people have also journeyed into those waters, she murmured. In her stories, sometimes they were even transformed anew. Sokka listened to them all, and though he stayed quiet and his eyelids grew heavy, his teeth still dug into the meat of his bottom lip and chewed until it stung. Because no matter how long he waited, none of those stories held what he had seen as he sank, a beast with squirming, midnight bright skin that stole away the blue of the water, a mouth full of raging colors, and mighty tusks that nicked his palm and made him bleed a drop of shimmering blue.

9. What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far? lmfao i'm trying to be fresh with these answers to not say things i've likely talked abt in the past, so i just reread the beginning half of mallrat chpt 4 and can i just use all of that as my answer. bc boy howdy do i love writing silly 'everyone pick on sokka' convos <3

but if not, then i do enjoy this bit from gold in the air of summer:

“I’m about to make it a rule that no one’s allowed to describe anything as just a shiny version of a regular color,” Toph complains lightly. As expected, Zuko radiates pure frustration, and it makes her grin at how easy it is to do that. “Don’t give me that! It does!” “Do better,” is all she says in response. Zuko makes a loud sound of irritation and barrels forward. “Gold looks warm, and a lot of people in my nation think gold is an honor to the sun because they’re the same color. Although you can’t actually look at the sun the same way you can at gold—uhm,” Zuko stumbles in his explanation, and any stubborn tenacity he had gathered disappears completely. He lets out an explosive sigh, and Toph hears him move to dart up from his spot in the sand. “Whatever, I’m not going to sit here and explain it when I can just show you. I’ll just get something from inside, there’s plenty to bend in there.” “Zuko’s eyes are gold,” Sokka says, simply and clearly enough to cut through all of Zuko’s aggravation and shock him into stunned silence.

11. What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic? lmaoo an answer special just for you: the 'come when you want' 5+1 nsfw has some good ol' war paint, glove, and mask play bc again, indulging yourself is the key to life <33

#i am very very excited to write that au i am also trying very very hard to put all of my focus on mallrat/cwyw bc i /gotta/ finish those #goal is for my birthday i wanna be able to finally POST something <333 </3 <3 #also for no.11 a snippet in the tags (bc it feels less daunting here than above for some reason lol):#Next time he's going to design a mask with a bigger mouth #smaller teeth #a hole that he can sink in more than just a few of his fingers.#ask

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Lost Heart- Chapter 7

Summary: Jake does whatever it takes to protect his family.

Warnings: Violence, Death

A/N: The big battle is split between two chapters, just a heads up :)

Chapter 6 Chapter 8

You focused on the large bead of sweat that slowly dripped down the left side of Ellsie’s face. She still wouldn’t allow you to come near her, even with Danny trying to convince her to allow for your help.

It had been hours of the three of you waiting impatiently, Josh was moving around the house securing as many doors and windows as he could. You spent your time completing all of Danny’s requests, like getting Ellsie water and a warm washcloth, but still timidly keeping your distance.

The sun was beginning to set, and although they could attack at any time, the full moon rising was bringing anxiety over you all.

“Y/N,” Josh whispered as he made his way to the room. It was hard to pull your eyes off of Ellsie’s hand clutching so harshly onto Danny’s that his fingers were turning a bright shade of red.

“Hmm?” You asked without turning your head to him.

“I figured out why they are waiting to attack us.” You spun around to look at Josh. He was holding a large, thick, navy blue book in his hands. It looked to be some type of encyclopedia, a modern day version of the Brothers Grimm. “Not all werewolves can transform without the full moon, only legacies can.”

“Legacies?”

“Xander and his brothers. They were born with the gene in his blood, others were bitten.”

You took a step towards Josh to inspect the page he was reading. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him look you up and down when you got closer. “So, they are bringing more. How many do you think?”

“I have no clue, but they’ll surely outnumber us. I- I don’t really know what to do.” You could actually hear Josh swallow a large lump in his throat. He was overly anxious, not confident in his own decision making. Josh hadn’t made a decision for himself, let alone his family, in a long, long time.

“Hey, hey. I trust you, Josh. I trust your decisions.”

“I’m not him.” He sighed, handing you the book and taking a step away from you.”

“And that’s what might save us. In his mind, Jake thought it was best to leave us, and look. We are still under attack, without him or Sam.” You placed your hand on his arm, but quickly retracted it when his eyes snapped to where your bodies met. “Do you have a plan?”

“None whatsoever.” Josh threw his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We just are going to keep them out of the house for as long as we can. Hopefully, Danny will be freed up soon.” Josh nodded towards Danny and Ellsie.

Danny was encouraging her to breathe slowly and stay relaxed. He looked so in love, yet so riddled with anxiety and fear. “I’m here, darling, I’m here.”

There was a slight pang in your chest when Danny called Ellsie your pet name, but you knew that she was the owner of his heart. It was time to completely let him go. However, it was easier knowing how deeply in love she was with him.

Danny looked up at you with eyes that were pleading for help. Both Josh and Danny had no idea what to do in a crisis. They’ve never had to lead before, and now they were completely in charge of the family.

“Y/N, please. She needs your help.”

“No!” Ellsie yelled. “She can’t come near me. Not after what she did.”

Danny kissed the knuckles of her hand that was squeezing onto him. “Ellsie, she didn’t know. She had nothing to do with it. Y/N cares about you. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have given you her blessing.”

“It’s her fault— it's her fault I’m like this.” Ellsie let out a blood curdling scream at the end of her sentence. She appeared to be fighting her instinct of pushing. Veins were popping out of every one of her extremities and her forehead, her eyes were wide, and her pupils were dilated. The towel you got earlier was placed between her legs, her knees brought up close to her chest.

“Ellsie,” you began while taking a step towards her. “You have every right to hate me and Jake. But right now, you need help. Let me help you.”

“I can’t— I can’t do this.” She sobbed.

You joined her on the floor, taking her free hand in yours. At first she looked angry, but her features quickly softened when she looked you in the eyes. Ellsie could tell how much you cared for her and the baby. She was a part of your family now, and your family must be protected.

“You can do this, Ellsie. Don’t think about Jake, me, Xander, or even Danny. Think about your beautiful baby girl.”

“No, I can’t bring her into this world.” Fat, round tears rapidly flowed down her face.

“We,” you leaned over her to grab onto Danny’s hand as well. “will never let anything happen to you or Cheyenne. You are one of us and we were taught to always, always protect our family.”

You glimpsed over at Josh, who was watching intently, and gently smiled at him. He needed to know that you meant him as well. The four of you had to stick together if you were going to make it, even just make it through the night.

“Do you promise?”

As if they were listening into the conversation, an echo of howls interrupted the quiet night. They crescendoed, giving you somewhat of an answer of how many wolves were surrounding your estate - you guessed about ten to fifteen of them. Josh stood straight up and then was out of the room in a blink of an eye.

“Yes, Ellsie, now you need to push.” You didn’t mean to rush her, but the war was beginning and you needed to focus on fighting.

“Darling, it’s time to push.” Danny pushed Ellsie’s hair from her face and left a chaste, loving kiss to her sweaty forehead. “Push.”

Ellsie groaned before letting out a shrill shriek. Her whole body turned almost purple as she pushed as hard she could. Her body relaxed for a brief moment, then she pushed again. Danny looked between her legs, and gasped at what he saw.

“I-I think I can see the head.”

“Okay, Ellsie, you’re almost there. Can you push again?” You allowed her to keep squeezing on to her hand. You could feel the bones cracking, but you knew they would heal faster than the pain could last.

“FUCK!” She yelled out. Her body lightly shook while she held her breath to push.

You watched Danny gently pull to help Ellsie with the birthing. Just when you thought Ellsie had made it through the birth, the sound of shattering glass halted her efforts.

“What was that? Was that Xander?”

“It probably was just Josh, just keep focusing.” Danny encouraged. He looked over to you, silently asking you to go check on the noise.

Trying your best not to show Ellsie how nervous you were, you smiled. “I’ll go check on Josh.”

You raised from your knees next to Ellsie, hesitantly walking towards the door. “Y/N.” Ellsie called after you. You turned to face her before you fully made your way out of the room. “Be careful.”

The two of you shared a knowing nod. It seemed that somehow Ellsie had forgiven you for withholding information regarding her, or at least has chosen to forget about it for now.

You could hear thudding and crashing coming from Isabella’s room. You call for Josh, yet you get no response.

“Josh, c’mon. Are you okay?” You were too afraid to look into the room. You don’t know if you could take seeing another member of your family injured, or worse dead. “Josh, please answer me.”

You rested your back against the wall, hoping that you would get any sign that he was okay or that it was even him in the room. The only thing worse than seeing Josh hurt on the ground, would be if Xander somehow made it into your house. But no matter how scared you were, you needed to know what dangers were in Isabella’s room. If not for you, then for your family.

The sun had finally set and Josh told you to not turn on any lights, so the darkness made this even more terrifying. The footsteps and creaking that was coming from the hardwood floor was much too heavy to be from a vampire. This was a creature that lacked gracefulness and strived with power.

Ellsie screaming from the other room caused the creature to stop walking around the room. There was a moment of silence before the sound of high-pitched small cries filled the emptiness. Cheyenne was born, but whoever was on the other side of this door was making their way to her.

You closed your eyes and truly listened to their steps. You were able to map out their movement by how loud or quiet each step was. They were coming towards you, and it was fast. Whoever it was was hell bent on getting to Ellsie and the baby, and you were the only thing that was in it’s way.

When the creature took one step out of the room you tripped them, then pushed them to the ground. They gasped, taken by surprise, then flipped onto their back revealing their bright, glowing yellow eyes. Their eyes were the only light in the darkness of the hallway, and the only thing that gave you a clue to where they were.

Quickly, you mounted the creature and began to try to punch, hit, and scratch any part of their body you could find. You were stronger now, with Jake’s blood coursing through your veins, yet you still lacked the fighting skills of your husband and his brothers. Whoever was below you was able to dodge and block almost all of your hits, even getting a smack of their own to your shoulder. It seemed like this person was holding back, just a little. They weren’t saying anything, and really were pulling their punches. Only small grunts and groans came from them, until you landed a solid punch to the left side of their body.

“Fuck, princess.”

You sat straight up, and instantly the person below you flipped you so they had control.

“Sam?”

“I really shouldn’t have taught you how to punch so hard. Right in the bite too.”

“Sam?” You repeated, this time a little louder than before.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s me, princess.”

You still couldn’t see him, so you used your hands to feel his features making sure it was actually him. You felt the sharpness of his cheekbones slide beneath your fingers, the fullness of his bottom lip that all of the Kiszka’s had. This was Sam, but something was different. His skin was no longer cold, he had this sweltering heat radiating off of him that you thought impossible for any vampires to have.

“Ho-how are you alive?”

“Is there anywhere we can go to talk, with lights?”

“Josh said to keep the lights off — in case they’re watching.”

“They are.” Sam cleared up. “What about the back room with no windows?”

“Ellsie is in there, with Danny.”

You weren’t sure if Sam wanted anyone else to know he was here by the way he was moving throughout the house, and his deep sigh in response to your statement made it clear he didn’t.

“The library, we can go there.” The library only had the smallest of windows in the corner between the giant book shelves. It was the safest bet for the two of you, and even if you did turn a light on, anyone from the outside would barely be able to notice it.

Sam grabbed your hand, and pulled you behind him. The heat from his body was making you uncomfortable, but the harsh strength he was pulling you with made it even worse. You could hear Josh in the kitchen. You believed he was talking to someone, maybe Marques, until you listened closer and realized that he was praying.

“I know my soul is damned, but God, if you’re listening, please give me the strength to protect my family. Please protect Y/N. If you can only protect one of us, please choose her.”

You halted for a moment, struck by Josh’s decision to pray for you individually, but Sam yanked you along. These boys, this family, have put you above themselves from the moment you have met them, and you’d forever be grateful.

Sam threw you into the room, shushing you before you could even ask him what was going on.

“We have to whisper so Josh doesn’t hear.” His voice was so quiet you felt the need to lean closer to him.

“Why can’t he know you’re here?” You asked while Sam was rustling around looking for a match in the desk drawers. He must be able to see in the darkness clearer than you, because his movement seemed more purposeful and direct. Without answering you, Sammy struck a match to light a skinny white candle that you knew was covered in dust from your time in this room earlier.

The gold cast of light finally revealed your best friend to you, and it was horrifying. His wounds were still not fully healed, and they looked like they never would be. Sam’s thighs were just two long grafts of pink skin, his upper quads still having gaping holes that showed wet muscles. His side looked better, but was a mass of yellow and purple bruising that spanned his whole torso. And his shoulders, they were bubbling with blisters the size of quarters. However, Sam’s face looked to be untouched, albeit the small cut he had on his lower lip.

There was no doubt that Sam would be permanetly scarred from being tortured, but you were just happy that he was alive.

“How, Sammy?”

“You met Marques. Same thing.” Sammy shrugged.

“No, he was a werewolf that drank Jake’s blood. This is different.”

“Marques is more werewolf than vampire, I am more vampire than werewolf.”

“I still don’t understand how.”

“I was bit by the alpha, a legacy. It’s the same science, different results. Being bitten was actually the only thing that saved my life. It was the only thing that protected me from the sun.”

“Does Xander know you’re alive?”

Sam scoffed. “That backwoods bitch thinks I’m decomposing in his barn right now. I’d say he needs to read up on his lore, but honestly I don’t think he can read.”

“But why can’t Josh know?” You were still stuck on why Sam was choosing to only let you know that he was okay. Josh deserved to know that his little brother was safe and alive.

“I can’t have Josh focused on protecting me. I need Josh to just be focused on you.”

“Xander wants Ellsie, not me.” Your eyebrows knit together with confusion when Sam shook his head.

“It’s a full moon tonight, Y/N.”

“I know. So, there will be more werewolves.” You shrugged, already privy to this information.

“No. No.” He frantically waved his hands in front of your face. “Just shut up for once and let me talk.”

You almost responded, but you have never seen Sam like this. He was worried for once, worried for you.

“You know how we all thought that now that you’re a vampire, your mortality isn’t tied to Jake anymore?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s not true on a full moon. Your souls are the most connected on full moons, since that is what brought you two together.”

“Okay?”

“Xander isn’t wanting to kill Ellsie, hell he barely wants to kill you. Look, I was wrong about Ms. Claudia. She has been working with Xander from the moment Josh set foot back in New Orleans. Claudia knew that if Josh was here, Jake and I would be quick to follow. I never should have taken you for a reading because everything she learned about us that night, she told Xander.”

“About Jake and I?”

“When Claudia got into your mind she saw everything, from the moment you met to the ritual to Aleera to your death.”

“How do you know all of this, Sam?”

“Xander was stupid enough to give me a monologue before he ‘killed’ me.” He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer to him when there was a small thud coming from the kitchen. The two of you paused and waited, but when you heard Josh continue to talk to himself you knew that he must’ve dropped something or punched the counter. “If Xander kills you tonight, he kills Jake. They knew you were weaker, they knew they didn’t stand a chance if Jake was here. So, they sent him away. You are who they are after tonight. Not Ellsie. Not the baby. You, Y/N.”

“So when Claudia came here all upset that you died-”

“She was in the house? Is she still here?”

“No, I killed her.” Your voice was montoned and your face was blank. You were literally stunned by the new information that you received.

“You did? Honestly princess, didn’t think you had it in you.” He slapped your shoulder lovingly. “Well, I guess you’ve killed before. What is Claudia? Your second, third-”

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“If Jake dies, what happens to you guys?”

Sam sucked in a large breath of air. “If an alpha dies on a full moon, so do all of his offspring. Xander and his ancestors have always hated our kind, and with a witch on their side they figured out a way how.”

There was real panic in Sam’s eyes. He had escaped death once in the past twenty-four hours, and it seemed he was needing to find a way out again.

“Y/N? Y/N? Where are you?” Josh’s voice grew closer. “Y/N, I need you.”

“I have to go.” Sam whispered. “He can’t see me.”

Sam started to get up, but you quickly pulled him down.

“Would it really be that bad if he did? Sam, we need you.” You tried to beg even though it was clear that Sam’s mind was made up.

“There is something else I have to do.” Sam tucked hair behind your ear, then kissed your forehead. “I’ll never be too far away, princess, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sammy.” You give him a half-hearted smile, disappointment creeping into your features.

“I’ve never broken one of my promises to you, and I don’t plan on starting now.”

He must have been able to hear Josh coming closer because Sam hid himself between two bookcases and gestured for you to cut Josh off at the door. You moved as quickly as you could to hinder Josh from getting into the library.

“Shit.” He jumped when you appeared directly in front of him. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Just kinda pacing around. Nerves, y’know?”

Josh leaned forward and grabbed your left hand. He let his thumb linger on your wedding band for a moment too long. “We don’t have time to be nervous. Marques is here with some people I think you should meet.”

“Okay, but can I check on Ellsie first?”

Josh didn’t need to verbally respond for you to know the answer, he just pulled you along behind him.

He was still unaware that you were the true target of Xander’s pack, and you wrestled with the idea of telling him. If Sam wasn’t okay with Josh knowing that he was alive, then there must be some reason that Josh wasn’t allowed to know.

However, your family was always weakest when secrets were kept between the five of you, and tonight you needed all of the strength you could get.

You planted your feet and pulled Josh back towards you.

“Josh, I have to tell you something. Well, Sammy does.”

His head whipped around faster than you ever have seen. “Sam? What are you talking about?”

“Thirty seconds, you couldn’t even last thirty seconds.” Sam groaned from inside the library.

Sam’s bare feet slapped against the hardwood as he waddled out of the library like a toddler on the brink of a fit. His head was tipped back and he was letting his arms go limp so they were slapping against his torso.

Josh gingerly let go off your hand, blinking a few times to ensure what was in front of him was real.

“Sa-Sammy?” His voice cracked while he choked back a few tears.

“I’ve only been ‘dead’ for a few hours, you couldn’t miss me that much.”

“Sam?” Josh repeated, this time letting a few tears fall down his cheeks. Josh pushed past you and engulfed his little brother in a hug, in a desperate act to make sure Sam was really who he said he was. As soon as Josh felt the heat radiating off of Sam's body, he pushed him back quizzically.

“What did they do to you?”

Sam shrugged again, his signature move, and tried his best to hide the shame and embarrassment from his new transformation. “I’m a hybrid now.”

Josh looked down at the large bruised up scar that Sam gently ran his hand across. After a few moments of anxious silence, Josh broke out in a huge wide smile that you haven’t seen for years. “But you’re alive! Holy shit dude! Can you like, change into a wolf and shit?”

“I, um, I don’t think so. I haven’t really tried that out yet, other things were on my mind.” Sam’s eyes fell to you, and Josh followed his gaze.

“Y/N? Is everything alright with Y/N?”

You stood there awkwardly and more bashful than your usual self as Sam explained everything he just told you to Josh. Every once in a while Josh would try to secretly glance at you, almost appearing regretful.

“All this time we’ve been worrying about what would happen when the baby comes, and it was actually you we should have been worrying about.” Josh spoke with his head more directed at your feet.

“None of us knew. Claudia made sure of it.” You tried to reason.

“Y/N?” Josh said after finally meeting your eyes. You hummed lightly, trying to encourage him to continue. “I’ve threatened you so many times, but now thinking about anything happening to you-”

“Hey, nothing will happen to me.” You grabbed one of each of their hands. “I trust you guys.”

Josh held on to your hand, while Sam kissed your knuckles then let go. “I should probably go talk to Danny. Did he notice I was gone?”

“Sam, I don’t think he even had time to grieve. You know with the baby and all.”

“That’s not true.” Danny’s voice scared you, making you jump and let go of Josh. “I knew you were still alive, I could feel you.”

Sam bounded over to his twin flame then engulfed him in a hug.

“You didn’t forget about me.” You heard him whisper against Danny’s shoulder.

“Never. I’m happily stuck with you, dude.”

When they broke up their embrace, you took the opportunity to ask about Ellsie and the baby. “They’re fine, and I’ll keep an eye on them. But, Y/N, we need to protect you tonight.”

“Yeah, if she dies then we die.” Sam interjected. Danny hit him on his bare chest, hard enough and in the right spot to make Sam wince. Doubled over, Sam peered up at you with a pained yet cheesy smile. “And because we love you.”

“Come here, darling. You too, Josh.” Danny beckoned the two of you closer and as soon as you were about arms length away, he pulled all three of you into his larger arms to give you a group hug. “Thank you for being my first family.”

Sam sighed. “I wish Jake was here.”

“Me too.” Josh whispered. You chose to stay silent, they all knew you agreed and any mention of him made your throat feel like it was closing.

“Let’s all channel our inner Jake and protect the shit out of each other.” Sammy cheered. You all laughed at his weirdly timed enthusiasm, but his message was right.

To survive tonight you had to watch out for the family, as you were more connected to them now than you ever had before.

Danny kissed the tops of each of your heads and let go, relieving you from the pressure of being squished between the three. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Marques brought some back up. Y/N, I’d like it if you came and met them.” Josh said.

“I will, I will. I just need to run to my room, get something.”

“Five minutes. We don’t have much time.” Josh’s point was punctuated with a loud wolf howl in the distance. Sam stood up straighter when he heard it, but regained his composure when Danny grabbed at his arm.

“Yeah, okay. Two minutes, tops.” You ensured. Before Josh or one of the others could say anything else, you sprinted away into your room.

Yes, you were going to get more of Jake’s blood. However, there was something more important for you to grab. Neatly hanging off the bedpost, thanks to Josh, was Jake’s leather jacket.

You wanted to feel like he was with you tonight, and his jacket could act as some symbolic form of armor. You brought the jacket to your nose, and took a long breath in. It smelt like him.

‘Baby, I love you. I’ll protect them, I promise. We will be together again, baby, please. Come back.’ You repeated it over and over again, just to make sure that somehow your words got to Jake. You knew if Jake was here your anxiety would be lower. You don’t think it was ever possible for anything to hurt you when Jake was near.

You took in a long deep breath again, then slid on his leather jacket. ‘Forever, baby.’

You could see Josh, Sam, and Danny standing outside on the back lawn. They looked more relaxed than you expected them to be, and once you took a step outside you realized why. More than twenty vampires were scattered in little clusters on the lawn - all of their eyes on you.

You could recognize some as the stewardesses, drivers, and other staff that you have briefly seen over the years. Though the majority of them looked unfamiliar.

Marques was standing in the center of them, giving you a warm smile. His family may have harmed you, but there was no reason for you not to trust him just as much as Josh does. As you returned the smile, Marques dropped to one knee to kneel before you.

Every vampire on the lawn, except your family, followed his actions to pay respect to you. They all bowed before you, nodding to you as they lowered to their knees.

These were all of Jake’s offspring. The ones he hid away in Michigan to do his bidding. You knew this couldn’t be all of them, but seeing even this many was astounding.

“What are they doing?” You asked Josh.

“You’re their queen.” He simply stated. “They know what they need to do tonight, and they know who they are doing it for.”

“How did they get here?” You asked again.

“You really think Jake would leave you without an army?” Sam scoffed. You noticed sweat building on Sam’s upper lip and his eyes dilating. He was more fidgety than normal - something you didn’t think possible.

Just as you were about to ask Sam if he was alright, another howl interrupted you. This one was too loud to mistake, they were here.

Josh pushed you behind him, “Go inside, Y/N!”

“No, I’m not going to leave you out here!”

Josh turned around and aggressively grabbed your shoulders. “If you die, we all die. Now, get the fuck inside.”

When you didn’t move, Danny came behind you and easily picked you up. He took a few steps and threw you inside the door that led to the kitchen.

You hit the ground with a loud thud, losing most of the air in your lungs. You were about to run outside, join your brothers, then you heard your name being called from the staircase.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are they here?” Ellsie sounded more than terrified, and you couldn’t blame her. Though Xander was after you, he seemed like the cruel type to go after Ellsie and Cheyenne if he had the chance.

“Ellsie, whatever you do, do not leave that room!” If she could stay hidden, Xander wouldn’t know she just had a baby, and hopefully would be too focused on you to even think of her.

“Is Danny-”

You could see the wolves make themselves known, slowly walking out of the treeline towards your family and the others. “Ellsie back in the room!”

She didn’t say another word, but you could hear her shushing Cheyenne as she fastly retreated.

There were less werewolves than vampires, but they were double in size. Without counting you would guess there were about twelve creating a threatening circle around the others.

You recognized two of them, Xander’s brothers, standing on opposite sides of the biggest werewolf in the pack. He was pitch black, you were only able to see him because the fur on his back reflected the moonlight in a silvery tone. His eyes weren’t yellow like the others, but a fierce neon blood red that made him look even more hell-houndish. It must be Xander.

Xander’s focus was on Sam, obviously surprised to see him standing before him. His snout was scrunched into a snarl that showcased his razor sharp canines. Sam wasn’t even noticing, he was clutching his head and panting in pain, then Josh broke Xander’s focus.

“This is your last chance, Xander. Leave now and we can pretend this never happened.”

You waited impatiently, silently praying that Xander would take Josh up on his offer. Although, you knew he never would. Xander wanted a fight, he needed this fight to prove to his pack that he was still strong.

If Xander could take out a clan of vampires, he would be a legend. This fight may have started with Sam’s mishap, but it goes much further than that.

You swear you could almost hear a laugh before Xander lifts his front paw and stomps on the ground thrice. The surrounding werewolves tilt their heads back and howl up to the full moon, creating a deafening loudness. But it was much worse when they all stopped.

Two ginger colored wolves made the first move. They went after the three closest vampires to them, one being the stewardess from the flight to Louisiana. The werewolves easily took them out with two simple moves; bite them in the arm, then easily tear them from their bodies.

You never knew a creature could be so powerful, and although vampires could heal, the werewolves made sure that they couldn’t by stepping on their heads. You could hear their skulls crack, followed by a loud squelch when their faces were completely flattened into the ground. Your mind flashed back to the night on the beach when Jake killed Declan, it was almost identical moves.

You could see Josh’s shoulders tense in his white shirt as he watched three of his allies murdered in front of him. He looked back at Danny, then at you through the window of the kitchen. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

“I love you guys.” He said to you, Danny, and Sam. Then he was sprinting.

Josh ran directly towards Xander, by passing Marques and four others in his way. Danny was quick to follow, but still wasn’t fast enough to keep up with Josh. Sam was much slower, but still was only a few steps behind Danny.

Xander, noticing the charge, took off towards Josh, also followed by his brothers. You held your breath as Josh collided with the large, intimidating wolf.

All you could hear around you were bones shattering, blood curdling screams, and canine yelps of pain. You didn’t dare look away from your three brothers, they were the only ones who truly mattered to you in this moment.

You held your breath as you watched Josh thrust his fist up into Xanders long, broad jaw. Xander’s body flew into the air, twisting onto his back, then landing on the grass. The impact of his body hitting the earth was almost intense enough for the house to shake.

Josh took this opportunity to try and pin Xander’s much larger, animal body to the ground, but he seemed to be struggling.

Danny had his arms enclosed around the white wolf’s neck, choking the wolf until he was falling to the ground. Danny didn’t appear to be having as much trouble as Sam, who was below the brown wolf.

Sam had his hands on the bottom jaw and snout of the wolf that was on top of him, prying his mouth open to keep him from being bitten. The wolf was chomping and biting at Sam without actually being able to make contact, when suddenly Sam grew the strength to kick him off of him.

Sam rose to his feet, yet stayed hunched over in pain. He huffed and heaved to catch his breath, his back muscles rigid and gruesomely tense. His hands balled into fists, and with a whole body tilt he howled at the moon.

Before your eyes, Sam transformed into one of the creatures he was fighting. He was smaller than the others, with chocolate fur that matched the beautiful color of his hair.

Saliva dripped from his teeth as he stalked toward the white wolf that used to have the upper hand. Sam lunged forward, enclosing his teeth around the jugular of the wolf and tackled him to the ground. The two fought, snapping at any part of one another that came close enough.

You were so focused on Sam, that you almost missed Xander smack Josh to the ground. It had such force that it created a new crater where Josh landed.

You screamed out, worried for your brother in law. Sam and Danny were too busy with their own fights to even realize that Josh was needing help.

Xander bit onto the pant leg of Josh and started to retreat towards the woods. You were the only one that noticed, you were the only one that could help. Josh wasn’t an alpha, he wasn’t strong enough to fight one.

Without taking another moment to think, you ran outside. You ran as fast as your feet could take you, passing the others in a messy blur. With Josh still in his grasp, Xander had almost made it to the edge of the estate, and you knew your window to save Josh was quickly fleeting.

Josh flipped onto his stomach and dug his claws into the ground beneath him to try and slow Xander down. Tufts of grass and mud globed together under his nails as he scratched for survival.

“Josh!” You screamed.

His brown eyes flicked up to yours and he bagan vigorously shaking his head. “No, Y/N! No!”

Xander stepped back into the woods, and with all of the energy you had left you lunged forward.

Your hand landed right next to Josh’s outstretched one, and you tried to grab it. For a moment, you thought you did it, you thought you saved Josh. But, his fingers brushed against yours as they slipped from your grasp.

“Josh!” You called as you crawled closer to them. You kept fighting to get to them, but you hit an invisible wall.

You weren’t allowed off of the estate, and Xander successfully was able to pull Josh off grounds.

“Let him go!”

You weren’t expecting Xander to be able to talk in this state, so you were shocked when his voice boomed within your head. “Stupid girl, do you always fall into traps so easy?”

Putting on a brave face, you stand up tall with your shoulders back and hands in tight fists. “I said let him go.”

Xander had his massive paw crushing down into Josh’s chest. Josh was trying his best to lift off any weight he could, but kept struggling with no success.

“Or what? You can’t cross that line. Plus, you’re not strong enough to kill me.”

“You’re not going to take anyone else from me.”

“You’re right. I think I’ll just kill you instead.”

Xander’s long pink tongue licked at his teeth when they formed a crooked, menacing version of a smile. You took a step back, trying to find the footing to run when you realized what Xander was planning.

Xander, in a black mass, lurched forward at you. The whole underside of his stomach was exposed to you as he tried to pounce on you.

This was it. You failed once again to protect your family. You messed up and now everyone behind you would suffer and perish because you couldn’t stay inside.

‘I’m sorry, Jake, I love you.’

You braced your body, crouching down slightly and closing your eyes out of fear - yet his body never met yours.

You pry your eyes open, first noticing the pair of black leather biker boots that always used to sit at the edge of your bed. You traveled up his leg until you saw that Jake had Xander flailing in his arms that were circled around his torso.

“I love you too, baby.”

Jake was back, your baby was back.

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Chapter IX: Night Out

MASTERLIST | chapter VIII | playlist

tags: smut (minors DNI) (i have indicated where smut begins and ends if you’d like to skip it), fluff, angst, eddie munson x reader, gnc!afab!reader, two idiots in love!, mutual pining, slight jealousy

a/n: hit a wall writing this one but we are chugging along! i’m seeing this be maybe 20 chapters so we are, in fact, almost halfway there folks! i’m becoming severely attached to the versions of these characters i made, im really hoping you guys are too<3 Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated

Your POV

You can hear Eddie’s singing over the running shower, he’s chosen Die with Your Boots On. Eddie’s voice has you in a trance, first when he sang you to sleep, a ridiculous request on your part, but before that, when you watched him perform, and even again within your own dream sequence. Each time, you have restrained yourself from following it, letting his voice be all consuming. This time, though, you let it pull you towards the bathroom, where it bounces off the tile over the white noise of the faucet.

You knock on the bathroom door, speaking before Eddie has the chance to answer, “Can I come in?”

The singing stops, much to your dismay. But he answers you, flustered, “Uh, yeah I mean I’ll be out in a min-“

“No, stay in there.” It comes out like a command, but it seems to hush Eddie of any further argument.You turn the knob, entering the tiny bathroom you’ve grown used to maneuvering in. You shed the t-shirt and underwear you’d worn to bed, breathing in the steam as you try to calm your nerves. You tap on the shower curtain. “Room for one more?”

“Of course, beautiful.” Eddie’s hand, looking strangely naked without his rings, peeks from behind the plastic shower curtain, and you take it with your own, carefully stepping into the steady stream of almost scalding water. You take no shame in looking at Eddie, on full display in front of you. His hair is piled on top of his head, held with foamy shampoo, and his skin is glistening with water rolling down his body. “Are you expecting a show?” Eddie grabs your attention away from his torso, that you had been unabashedly admiring for far too long.

“Kind of, after the performance I interrupted you from.” You snicker, stepping closer to him in the already cramped space.

“Guess you’ll have to wait.” Eddie teases, flicking droplets of water at you. You gasp dramatically, pretending to be offended, but really you’re excited for whatever tonight holds. “So I made the calls while you were sleeping, they’ll be here in a few hours to pick us up. You’ll get to meet Nancy’s boyfriend, Jonathan Byers. He’s an okay dude, I’ve heard. Little weird, but who am I to judge?” Eddie leans his head back into the shower stream to rinse his hair, and your mind wanders. Byers… Will’s older brother, the kid you’ve heard so much about from Eddie’s freshman friends.

Zombie Boy to the locals, you’d only found out about Will from doing your own digging after hearing about his move to California. His friends weren’t very detailed, besides exclaiming how sick of aDungeon Master he is, so you’d taken it upon yourself to scour old newspapers from the years prior to you moving to Hawkins. You couldn’t find much, just that Will had supposedly been found dead, only to return weeks later, seemingly the picture of health. It left you with a lot of questions, how he came back, why they moved away, where he went those weeks he was missing. Maybe after a few drinks, you think, I’ll be able to ask some of these questions.

You shake the thought from your mind. You don’t know Jonathan, he doesn’t know you. Why would he give you anything to work with? Really, you just wanna know if Will saw anything like you did. And if he remembers what it was, because every time you try to, you can’t seem to pull the memory from your subconscious, like it’s stuck under layers of repression tactics, your brain locking it away to protect you.

(smut starts here)

Instead of spiraling, you look back up into Eddie’s eyes, that are once again on you. It’s his turn to look for too long, staring absentmindedly first at your breasts, because of course, then moving slowly, almost ravenously down your body. The worry you had possessed vanishes under Eddie’s gaze.

You decide to give him something to stare at, sinking to your knees slowly in front of him, not breaking eye contact until you’ve knelt completely, the water hitting you in the face. You can still feel Eddie’s eyes burning into the top of your head as you take him in your mouth, already rock hard from seeing you completely naked and soaking wet. When your lips wrap the tip of his cock, Eddie lets out a long, low groan, his head craning back to rest on the tile. You take him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck harder, and he grabs hold of your hair, his fingers tangling at the crown of your head.You love him, and even though you haven’t told him, you can tell he knows. You bob your head faster, taking more at a time while your tongue circles his tip, careful not to let your teeth touch him, then almost completely taking him out of your mouth just to take him all the way, his cock sliding almost completely down your throat. You pull out again, licking a wet stripe from the hilt to his tip while he moans above you.

“Shit, Y/N, god, you’re so fucking pretty.” The words come out of his mouth slurred, and you smile around him as you continue to blow. Looking up at him through your lashes, you find his eyes, and he looks into yours, his cock twitching in your mouth. You pull from him one final time to spit on the tip, then take him completely down your throat once again. It earns you a low growl from Eddie, who’s slipping further down the wall. “I’m gonna come, where do you want me?” He pants, trying to collect himself and failing.

You pull him from your mouth to answer, “Wherever you want.”. Instead of responding, he bucks his hips toward you, and you take him back in your mouth, where he finishes, coating your throat with his salty come. You swirl your tongue around the tip, one final taunt before pulling off of him, a string of saliva still connected from your lips to his dick. A groan leaves Eddie’s throat as you swallow all of it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You give him a gleaming smile, baring your teeth at him like a kid just offered unlimited sweets for life. He steps closer to you, gripping your waist to pull you into him, connecting your lips in a hungry kiss. The water washes over you both, similarly to your first kiss with Eddie, only this time with less layers— and less anger— between the two of you.

When you’re about to pull away, he yanks you back into him, one hand sliding down your body, caressing your ass, then your thigh, before slipping his hand between your legs. Despite the steaming water, you shiver at Eddie’s touch. His hand continues to work, first kneading the flesh of your thigh, his other still gripping your waist tightly. You let yourself fall back against the tile as your knees weaken, while Eddie works between your legs. He moves his hands further up your leg, keeping his eyes on your face as his thumb grazes your now throbbing clit. You let out a soft moan, earning a smile from Eddie as he moves his finger faster, circling on your bud as you unconsciously thrust toward him. Your hips continue rocking into his hand, and he slips a digit inside you, and your head lolls to the side as you try to keep your eyes open.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I love watching you like this. How are you feeling?” Eddie leans into your neck, leaving soft bites along your throat while you ride his finger. He moves down your body lazily, from your neck to your collarbone, leaving marks with his teeth you know will bruise soon after.

“So good, baby, feels incredible.” You barely know what you’re saying, only focusing on the stimulation between your legs. Eddie’s kissing the top of your tits now, continuing further down to take a nipple in his mouth. He makes a “mmm” sound in response, swirling his tongue over the bud, pulling a gasp from your lips. He gives your other tit the same treatment: nipping and sucking at it on his way down, sinking to his knees in front of you, mouthing your stomach, trailing kisses down the center of your torso. He pauses above your pussy to look up, watching your face contort with pleasure as he slides a second finger into your aching hole, his thumb swirling faster on your sensitive bud. The voice that next leaves your throat is barely your own as Eddie places a chaste kiss on your clit, then swipes his tongue between your folds, leaving a wet stripe from your hole back to your now throbbing bundle of nerves.

His fingers remain, pushing deeper inside of you, coaxing your hips forward to ride his face. You clench around him, another moan escaping your lips as he adds a third finger and smiles against your soaking skin. He disconnects from you briefly, only to spit between your lips, and the sounds that leave you erupt from your soul like it’s being exercised, Eddie’s mouth on you a holy prayer. Eddie chuckles under his breath, completely entranced by you writhing above him.

The knots in your stomach tighten, and you let the words fly without thinking, “Fuck, Eddie, yes. Please don’t stop. You’re so fucking hot. I’m gonna come, stay right there, shit.” As soon as the last word leaves your mouth, your knees give out, the knots in your gut unfurling as Eddie grips your hip again, holding your weight up as you ride his face and fingers through your orgasm. If not for Eddie’s grasp, you would’ve gone sliding down the wall, your legs incapable of holding you up. You let go, moaning Eddie’s name as he devours you, your slick covering his mouth and chin as he buries his nose against your clit.

When he finally lets you go, your body is still twitching relentlessly, both of your hands gripping onto his hair for dear life. He pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, sticking each one in his mouth to suck it clean as he stands up. “Best meal I’ve ever had.” He grins wickedly, leaning down to connect his lips to yours. The kiss is no longer desperate, rather the opposite. He cradles your face in his hands, peppering kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, and your nose before finally grazing your lips with his own, barely letting them touch at first, until you’re fighting his grip on your face to lock your lips into place on his.

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Eddie’s POV (smut ends here)

“We should probably get dressed, huh?” He says the words against your mouth, not wanting to pull away from you, even to breathe.

You whine an incoherent objection, and Eddie bites your bottom lip, conveying his understanding. He doesn’t want to untangle himself from you, addicted to the way your body feels against his, the taste of himself on your tongue, the noises he causes to escape from your throat. He feels himself falling further into love with you every time you look at him, and it terrifies him to his core.

Eddie watches as you step out of the shower, grabbing an extra towel off the rack to wrap yourself up. Eddie grabs his own, noticing as he glances down a pair of your panties that you’d worn to bed the night before. He glances back at you, your back turned as your feet pad against the floor on your way back to his room, before leaning down to snatch the red lace off the floor, balling them in his fist to sneak them past you. When he catches up to you, you’re digging through his closet, your towel abandoned at your feet as you fight the layers of denim and leather.

“What are you doing?” Eddie leans on his door frame, crossing his bare arms over his chest to once again take you in.

You turn to him, blushing more about being caught snooping than being caught naked. “What am I supposed to wear? Where are we going?”

“Here.” Eddie throws your shirt from the night before at you, a tight white baby tee, then digs through his closet. He pulls out a pair of black jeans with rips in the knees. “These barely fit me, they should fit you perfectly.” He dives into the closet again, coming back out with an oversized black and gray flannel.

You go to put them on, but realize you have nothing protecting yourself from the feeling of denim on your crotch. Eddie watches as you speed walk back to the bathroom, your butt jiggling as you do, and Eddie has to cross his legs to stifle the pressure he feels under his towel.

You return empty handed, your brows furrowed in confusion. “I swear I took them off right there, before I got in.”

Eddie clenches the fabric in his hand, and your eyes dart to his closed fist. “Did you steal my underwear?!” You accuse, eyes widening with a playful embarrassment.

Eddie doesn’t argue, but loosens his grasp to dangle the garment in front of your nose. “What, these? Thought they were mine. In fact, I’m almost positive they’re mine.”

You bite your lip, your cheeks growing pink as you look from Eddie to your discarded underwear he’s hooked around his finger. You go to snatch it, but Eddie’s too quick, yanking them out of your reach. “I’ll give them back on one condition.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t object. “What would that be?”

“You let me have them when we get back home.”

“Deal.” Home. Not his place, not yours. Just home. He’s home wherever he’s with you.

You beam, grabbing at them again, and this time Eddie lets go, watching you shimmy back into your underwear. “I should probably start bringing an overnight bag.” You say it so casually, but the thought of you making his place more your own sends an entire swarm of butterflies into his gut. Eddie busies himself picking out an outfit. The Hideout isn’t a fancy place. In fact, it’s probably the lowest of the low in terms of aesthetic appeal. It’s a dive bar on Main Street, occupied mostly by plant workers on weeknights, and underage kids on holidays and vacations. His band plays on Tuesday nights, to a crowd of bored adults that can barely keep their eyes open they’re so drunk, but it’s better than nothing.

Eddie chooses a tight Iron Maiden t-shirt, layering it under a flannel, his leather jacket, and his denim battle vest with Eat The Rich painted on the back in angry red letters. He clasps a pair of handcuffs around the waist of his own jeans, and slides his many shiny rings back onto his fingers. He takes a look at the four of them, and decides against wearing his favorite, the silver band with a small, blue orb in the center. He thought it looked cool, finding it at a thrift store in middle school. It reminded him of an eye, something to absorb evil energy, to protect him. He fidgets with the metal, wiggling it from his finger while slowly crossing his bedroom over to you. You’re putting the final touches on your hair, spraying spray pieces into place strategically. Eddie watches you, hypnotized by your concentration. Your tongue sticks slightly out the corner of your mouth, and your brows furrow with focus. Your eyes catch him in the mirror, and you whip around to face him.

“What’s up, pretty boy?” You cock an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek, suddenly flustered by your closeness.

“I have something for you.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” You take a step closer, pressing your chest against his pounding heart. Eddie holds up the ring, pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger. He’s threaded a chain through it, knowing it would be too big to fit on your finger. “If you wanna wear it, I mean.” Eddie can't bring himself to look at you, but you reach your hand out, cupping your hand over the ring between Eddie’s fingers.

“Put it on for me?” You bat your eyelashes at him, and he feels his chest loosen, releasing a breath he wasn't aware he’d been holding. You turn back to face the mirror, bringing your hair to rest over your shoulder, exposing your neck to Eddie. He pauses, relishing the bite marks and bruises he’d left there days ago, fading nicely into your soft skin. He carefully reaches over your head, the chain in each hand. He closes the metal clasp behind your neck, letting go to watch the chain dangle around your throat. “Not the first way I picture your rings on my throat, but it’ll do for now.” You giggle at your own comment, sending Eddie into the depths of his imagination. He pictures it often, taking you by the throat as he fucks you, leaving a red handprint wrapped around your neck, his rings digging into your soft flesh. He didn’t think you’d be down for that, but your comment teases that deviant part of his brain, coaxing it further to the front of his thoughts.

—

Your POV

There’s a knock at the door, snapping you and Eddie out of your lovers’ staring contest. Eddie rushes to pull his shirt over his head, and you notice it barely covers the skin of his midriff. You bite back your less than appropriate thoughts, reminding yourself this is a group outing.

Eddie’s gone to get the door, so you follow him, fiddling with the chain around your neck. You’d admired the ring from afar, a gleaming blue stone in the center, resembling an alert eyeball, promising to protect its owner. It makes you feel safe, but more than that, it makes you feel wanted.

“Hey!” You greet your friends, who’ve stepped over the threshold into Eddie’s living room. Robin’s sporting an oversized corduroy jacket thrown over a collared plaid shirt and tie, tucked into black high waisted cuffed jeans, exposing a pair of white chuck taylors. Next to her, Steve wears a white collared shirt with blue and yellow stripes, a red and blue denim vest, dark blue jeans, and black boots. Nancy has her hair in a tight ponytail, and she’s dressed in a red turtleneck sweater, black slacks belted at the waist, and black kitten heels. The boy next to her, with dirty blonde hair falling neatly from his head to just below his chin, dressed in a beat up blue and gray flannel, navy t shirt, and brown work jacket, paired with a pair of baggy blue jeans, and old, dirty reeboks. “Hi, I’m Jonathan, Nancy’s uh, boyfriend.” The boy reaches his hand out, and you take it in your own, shaking it firmly.

“I’m Y/N, Eddie’s partner. I’ve heard a lot about you!” You exclaim, then cringe at your own enthusiasm.

Steve claps his hands together, breaking the beginning of an awkward silence. “We ready to hit the road?”

“Shotgun! Lonely hearts in the front, love birds in the back.” Robin snickers, elbowing Steve in his side.

“Yeah, whatever, don’t remind me. Keys, Munson?”

Eddie tosses Steve the van keys. “Be kind to her, big boy.” Eddie’s voice imitates the one he likes to use with you, a low, seductive hum sliding like honey from his tongue. He breaks character though, to cackle at the bewilderment on Steve’s face.

“Fuckin’ couples, making me chauffeur.” Steve mutters loudly enough for everyone to hear, before turning to exit the trailer without waiting to see who follows.

The six of you pull up to The Hideout, a run down bar on a street corner downtown. Outside, a line of motorcycles stand across the building, surrounded by men in leather smoking cigarettes and chugging beers.

“Hey, guys.” Eddie greets the bikers, who shatter your expectations when they greet him warmly.

“Eddie! You playin’ tonight?”

“Nah, I’m here on a date.” Eddie gestures to you, and the men whoop and holler in congratulations. “Never thought I’d see the day, Munson. Lovely to meet you.” One of the bikers offers his big, hairy hand to you, and you shake it once. “I’m Harry.” Of course he is.

“Y/N. How do you know Eddie?”

“Ah, kid plays here with his band sometimes, you heard ‘em? We kept him out of trouble for awhile when he was a kid, before shit hit the fan.” You don’t know what Harry the Hairy is alluding to, but you nod politely anyway.

“Nice to meet you!” You give them a small wave as Eddie ushers you inside.

The bar is packed for a dive, buzzing with groups of teenagers definitely too young to drink, and tables of bikers and plant workers mingling with their respective groups. Over the noise of the crowd, you make out the song playing as AC/DC’s Walk This Way. Your group makes your way to a table in the corner, still sticky with the beer of former patrons. Eddie makes a beeline for the bar, waving you over to come help carry the drinks for the table.

“They just gave you these? No ID required?” You tease as you approach him.

“Guess they think I’m old or something.” Eddie carries a beer for himself, Steve, and Robin, while you carry glasses of whiskey for Jonathan, wine for Nancy, and a vodka tonic for yourself.

“Good, they’re back,” Robin’s voice grows louder as you and Eddie approach the table.

“What’d we miss? You inquire, passing the drinks down the table.

“We were deciding on a drinking game for the evening.”

You put your elbows on the table as you sit down, “Oh? What are we deciding between?”

“Quarters or Never Have I Ever.” Steve says, a hint of giddiness slipping through his tone.

“I think Never Have I Ever is easier to play in a bar.” You say, and in response the four of your friends, as well as your boyfriend, look at you like you’ve confessed to murder. “What?”

“Nothing! Never Have I Ever it is!” Robin places her full bottle in front of her, and the rest of you follow suit. “We’ll go around the table. Rules are simple, whoever’s turn it is will say something they’ve never done, and whoever has done it takes a sip. We play until someone’s empty, that person buys the next round.” Everyone nods in understanding, and you regret your choice of drink immediately. Robin starts, “Never have I ever… shoplifted.” You giggle at Robin’s innocence, taking a gulp of your drink as Eddie, and to your surprise, Nancy, join you.

It’s Steve’s turn, “Never have I ever hotwired a car.” You feel Eddie shift his beer to his mouth again, and you look at him with widened eyes.

“You’ve hotwired a car?”

“I’m full of surprises.” Eddie gives your thigh a squeeze, sending chills through your body.

Nancy goes, “Never have I ever failed a class.” The whole table rolls their eyes at her, and Eddie responds, “Do I have to drink for every class I have failed? I’ll black out right here.” The table chuckles, but you take a sip from your own drink, getting your look at Eddie returned.

“What class did you fail?”

“Algebra, freshman year. Went to summer school to make it up and still barely passed.” The drink is starting to hit you, your head delightfully cloudy. “Met the cutest girl there, though…” You trail off, wondering what Leigh’s up to nowadays. You look to Jonathan, “Your turn, Byers!”

Jonathan perks up a bit. “Never have I ever… uh… kissed a boy?” He chuckles, and you watch everyone, your boyfriend, all of his friends besides Jonathan, take a swig of their drink. You can only imagine the look you’re wearing right now: Mouth hanging open, eyes darting to each of your friends, not knowing who to ask about what first. You take a drink to signify your decision, and that you have, in fact, kissed a boy, and turn to Eddie.

His grin is taunting, his eyes glimmering with the secret you desperately have to know. His eyes briefly dart to Steve, so quickly you almost don’t catch it. But you do. “You kissed Steve?! Oh my god! I-“ You realize it’s not your business, and clamp your mouth shut.

Eddie chuckles. “Long time ago, we laugh about it now.” Eddie nudges Steve under the table. “Right, big boy?” He winks, and you look at Steve to find him beet red, a small smile on his face. “One day Im gonna wring your neck, Munson.” He says through clenched teeth.

“Please, feel free.” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, and you fight the tiniest bit of jealousy in your stomach. You can’t tell who you’re more jealous of, though.

“Anyway!” Robin cuts in to save her friends from a sexually charged fist fight. “I’m a lesbian and I kissed a boy! I think that’s less believable than these two kissing. Whatever! Eddie, it’s your turn.” You cackle at Robin as turn back to Eddie, awaiting his next words eagerly. For some reason, you harbor a morbid curiosity of what he’ll say, the guy who has seemingly done it all in the span of his few extra years in high school.

“Never have I ever done it in a public bathroom.” He snickers, and you make sure he’s looking right at you as you take another sip of your drink. His eyes almost pop out of his skull watching you, and you don’t break the stare until you hear Robin.

“Y/N!” You look at the rest of your company, whom you now notice have not at all touched their glasses. “Explain yourself.”

You cackle, taking in the shocked expressions of your friends. “It was one time! Back in Boston, my date had taken me to a baseball game. Seventh inning stretch, y’know what I mean?” This comment provokes a loud maniacal laughter from almost everyone else at the table. You look to Eddie, who’s once again peeling the wrapper off his bottle. You rest your hand on his thigh as reassurance, but he doesn’t look up at you.

“Guess this means it’s my turn. Never have I ever been arrested.” Eddie’s expression doesn’t change, but he takes what looks to be his last sip of his beer, and you recall his story on your first date, where Hopper had taken him in for public intox. Without saying anything else, Eddie pushes his chair from the table to grab more drinks. “Is he upset?” You lower your voice to a whisper, only meaning for Robin to hear you.

“He might be a little jealous. But I don’t think he’s mad.”

“Jealous that I didn’t see that date as worth even taking home to sleep with?”

Robin shrugs. “I never claimed to understand guys.”

—

Eddie’s POV

There is literally no reason to be upset, idiot. You’re the one that asked. Eddie can’t help his anger with himself. Of course you’d had a life before Hawkins, before him. It wasn’t your fault Eddie hadn’t known love until he met you. Beneath the searing jealousy he felt, it kind of turned Eddie on to think of you doing something like that. He just wishes it’d been with him there with you.

Before he turns back to the table, he glances at the sign up sheet taped to the bar. The Hideout likes to host open mics on weekends, when the kids come out and showcase their talent— or lack thereof— to the amusement of patrons. Eddie’s done it a few times, and he hopes one day you’ll get the courage to go up yourself. He wants to hear you play more than anything, and hasn’t found the right way to ask you yet. Originally, he wanted to sign you up tonight, but he also doesn’t see putting that kind of pressure on you panning out well. Instead, he jots Steve’s name down, giggling to himself when he picture’s his friend’s reaction.

When he turns around, you’re in front of him, your eyes glass from the booze. Eddie hands you a drink, this time a Long Island, and clinks his beer bottle to the rim.

“Are you alright?” You jut your bottom lip out at him in a worried pout.

“I’m okay. Just a little jealous is all.” Eddie cups your chin in his free hand, bringing his lips down to meet yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss him back, the buzz of your surroundings falling away. “Help me carry these?” He hands you two more drinks, taking two more of his own as you both return to the table. Nancy and Jonathan aren’t there, leaving you to look from Robin to Steve in question.

“They’re dancing.” Robin jerks her thumb behind her, where Nancy and Jonathan are wrapped around each other, swinging to Come On Eileen.

“Well, let’s join them!” You ignore Robin’s objection, taking her hand in yours to pull her up from the seat. Eddie jokingly offers his own hand to Steve, who waves it off to stand up on his own. The four of you join the couple on the floor, creating a circle in the middle of the small crowd of drunk kids and adults alike. Eddie watches as you move with Robin, holding her hands in yours, spinning her like you’re at prom. Eddie offers his hand to Steve again, and this time he takes it, letting the alcohol do its job of inhibiting his critical thinking. The six of you dance and laugh through the entire song, until it fades into a slower, moodier tune.

“Alright, I’m tapping out.” Steve lets go of Eddie, who then approaches you and Robin, still twirling like the song hasn’t changed.

“Mind if I cut in?” Eddie looks from Robin to you, and Robin so graciously bows out before joining Steve at the singles table.

—

Your POV

“Hi, beautiful.” Eddie rests his hands on your waist as REO Speedwagon’s Keep On Loving You blares on: You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby there was something missin’. You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe but you didn’t listen…

Maybe it’s the song, combined with the man in front of you, combined with the alcohol swimming through your bloodstream, but you feel a tear fall down your face. You don’t plan to acknowledge it, but even in the dimness of the bar, Eddie sees that you’re crying. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Your breath shutters as you inhale, preparing for what feels like the scariest thing you could say to Eddie. Suddenly, it’s as if your fear of abandonment, the ache of a possible rejection, fades from your mind. All you want is to spill over, a boiling tea kettle of emotion you've never wanted to share before right now. Your heart is ready to break through your ribs as it slams against your chest.

“I love you.” The tears keep pouring as you continue. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t say it, I don’t even know how I’m saying it now. But I mean it. I do, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, or anything else. It fucking terrifies me.” You let loose a rattle of a laugh, the words continuing to tumble off your tongue. You avoid Eddie’s eyes, instead focusing on his chin as you talk. “I wanted to tell you, but I had never said it to anyone before. No one has ever meant this much to me. No one has ever been this kind, this completely non judgemental of me in my whole life. I’m not used to any of it: the way you touch me, talk to me, look at me. It’s borderline embarrassing how easily I fell for you. I should have said it right awa—“ Eddie stops your babbling with his own lips, and you kiss him back with relief. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, and you realize his cheeks are wet with his own tears against your face. His warmth spreads through you like a fire, consuming every ounce of worry you’d been carrying around since meeting him.

“I know you do, but thanks for sayin’ it.” He says against your lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck tighter. “I love you, too.”

You want to press pause right here, look at Eddie’s expression of love for you indefinitely. The two of you dance as the song fades into Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar, easily going from a slow sway to an upbeat dance circle when your friends rejoin you on the floor.

“Steve H.! C’mon up here, Steve!” The MC reads off the clipboard for the next performer. You look to your Steve H., who’s stopped his conversation with a pretty woman in the corner to look to the stage in horror.

“Steve?” The guy calls again, looking around to find the one making his way to the stage.

“What the shit?” Steve crouches, running over to you and Eddie with a panicked look on his face. “What did you do?!” Steve shoves Eddie, not aggressively, but more frustrated with his stupid friend.

“Me? Nothing!”

“I’m not going up there.”

“Aw, why not?” Eddie pouts at Steve, who gives him another hard shove.

“Okay, guess we’re moving on. Hailey P.!” The crowd claps for the girl approaching the small stage, and you focus your attention back on the boys arguing behind you.

“Guys. Guys!” You push yourself between the two, who’ve been slapping each other’s chests in a testosterone fueled argument. “Quit it! We’re having fun!”

“Y/N’s right.” Steve responds, holding his hand out to Eddie. “Truce?”

Eddie’s skeptical, his eyes narrowing at Steve as he slowly takes his hand and shakes it. “Truce.”

You release your held breath with relief. “Now, let’s go get another round.”

It’s 2AM when the six of you finally leave the bar, drunk and tired from dancing and hollering over the music. “I’m driving!” Steve exclaims. “I had two beers, and that was,” He looks at an imaginary wrist watch on his arm, “about four hours ago. Let’s hit it.” Steve pulls Eddie’s van keys out of his pocket.

“Y’sure you’re okay to drive?” Robin slurs, wobbling as she walks to the passenger door.

“Plenty sure.” Steve rolls his eyes before performing an impromptu sobriety test, walking with one foot placed right in front of the other, bringing each pointer finger to his nose. “Z, Y, X, W—“

“Okay, we get it!” Robin flops down in the front seat, her head lolling to the side. Eddie leans his head on your shoulder, falling asleep almost immediately, while Nancy curls up next to Jonathan, her breaths evening.

You figure the music is loud enough, so you don’t worry about waking the two of them. “Hey, Jonathan?” You whisper, barely moving to face him so as not to wake your boyfriend.

“What’s up?” He whispers back.

“I know we just met, but I wanted to ask you about your brother.”

“Will?”

“Yeah,” You pause, trying to form a sentence that isn’t I heard he died and came back to life, what the fuck was that about? Instead, you say, “his friends talk about him a lot. I think he and I may… have some things in common.”

“I mean, I know he’s gonna be campaigning with everyone tomorrow night, maybe you can talk to him? I’m sure he’s heard about you by now, I know I had.” Jonathan jerks his chin at Eddie. “Kid doesn’t shut up about you. I heard most of what he said from Nancy, who got her quotes from everyone else, like the reporter she is. Anyway, he’s obsessed with you, enchanted. You hex him or something?” He lets out a quick laugh.

You feel your face warm as you rest your head on top of Eddie’s. The last thing you expected when you reached Hawkins was to fall in love. You’re so glad you were wrong. “Not on purpose. Whatever magic’s going on here, I had nothing to do with it.”

“If I can chime in here,” Steve looks at you in his rear view mirror as he talks. “Eddie has not been able to shut up about you since you got here. Robin has given me the pleasure of a play by play whenever you two are within spitting distance, much to my objection. The week you two wouldn’t talk, he talked to me. And we don’t talk!”

You feel your cheeks redden at Jonathan and Steve’s recollections of Eddie’s words, finally recognizing that you’re safe with these people. They have no intention of leaving, actively battling your insecurity instead. You let yourself close your eyes, the movement of the van, along with the warmth of your friends, lulling you to sleep.

Eddie’s POV

Waking up, he realizes Steve’s pulled into your driveway. “Stop number one, Y/N! Wakey wakey.” Steve reaches back to jostle your leg, rousing you from your nap. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, focusing on Eddie’s face looking at you.

“Wanna come in?” You ask him, and he doesn’t hesitate, throwing the back door open.

“Keep the van safe for me, Harrington. I trust you!” He leaps out of the backseat, grabbing what looks like a duffel bag from his trunk before offering his arm for you to take, ignoring Steve’s shouts of objection. He holds your wobbly frame up as the two of you slowly trudge up the walkway to the front door.

Eddie follows you over the threshold as quietly as he can, but gives up when he realizes you’re stomping around your kitchen at full volume. “My dad’s doing an overnight, and my mom can sleep through anything. Don’t be quiet on my account.” You yank the refrigerator open, bending to search its shelves for something to satisfy your drunken craving. “Grilled cheese?”

“Sounds delicious.” Eddie sits at the counter, propping his chin on his hand to watch you shuffle around the kitchen, slapping butter onto bread, onto cheese, onto the pan that sizzles at the contact. You make two passable sandwiches, sliding Eddie his over the countertop. He devours it, feeling the grease and bread sop up the alcohol in his bloodstream, realizing he’s fucking starving.

“By the way, there is something I haven’t done… Something I wanna try. Can’t imagine trying it with anyone else...”

Eddie looks up at you, a bite of grilled cheese in his cheek. “What’s that?” He asks with his mouth full.

“I uh, saw the handcuffs on your wall. You ever use ‘em?”

Eddie chokes as you finish the thought, a sudden ache between his legs. “Uh, no. No, I never have, but I’ve wondered…”

“Well, if you ever wanna quench your curiosity, just say the word.” You give him a mischievous grin before taking a bite of your own sandwich, reveling in the blush on Eddie’s face. “But it’s late. Come to bed?”

Eddie nods, pushing from his chair and approaching you on the other side of the counter. You reach your hand for him to take, but he swats it away, instead scooping you into a bridal carry, and hauls you up the stairs without breaking eye contact. You cackle as he throws you down onto the bed, then flinging himself on top of you.

“You have something for me?” Eddie fingers the waistband of your pants.

“Everything I have is yours. But yes.” You help him yank your pants down, taking your underwear off with them. You grab the lace from your ankles and dangle it in front of his face. “You gotta earn these though.”

“I’ll do more than earn them, sweetheart.” Eddie says seductively, almost a whisper despite the door being closed. He collides his face with yours, lips latching onto your mouth as you kiss him back desperately.

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chapter X

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