#anyway yeah dead guy is fucking terrifying felt my blood run cold and everything but no sound was made
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The man I am
Part 1
Joel Miller x Female Reader
Summary: Pre outbreak Joel and Tommy, move to a small town in Canada. After Joel's daughter Sarah dies from a tragic accident. Joel meets the reader and falls in love. She helps him move on from his grief. And he starts a new life with the reader.
Notes
◇ There is an age gap between the reader and Joel, the reader is 19 and Joel is 35.
◇ There will be an outbreak in this story but first I'll start pre-outbreak. Tess will also come in later in the story.
◇ HI, this is my first Joel fanfic. I feel like this will be bad, but I'm going to try to write this anyway. I had a dream about it so I kinda want to make it true lol. I'm also Canadian so that's why they are in Canada lol. But they will make their way back to the USA.
"Sarah, where are you?" I found myself back in my old house.
Sarah was giggling as she hid behind the curtains, and I could hear her tiny breaths as she tried to keep quiet.
"Are you here?" I asked looking behind the couch as I searched the room, pretending not to see her, but I knew exactly where she was hiding. Suddenly, Sarah jumped out from behind the curtains and yelled, "Boo!"
I jumped "Oh my you scared me!" I pretend to look terrified. "I'm sorry daddy!" She giggles. I laughed and scooped her up in my arms, spinning her around in the air. Her laughter filled the air I felt a deep sense of happiness and contentment. I had forgotten what it felt like to be so carefree and happy. I wanted the moment to last forever.
But then, everything starts to take a dark turn. Suddenly, there is blood everywhere I hear the sound of bullets whizzing past my head, and I knew I had to get my daughter to safety. But as I look down Sarah is laying in my arms dead. Her once happy eyes were full of life and were no longer. The emptiness was left in its place. I cry for help but there is no one just her and I.
"Joel."
"Joel?"
"Joel!"
I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.
"You ok there? you dozed off, you were mumbling in your sleep." Tommy says as he pulls the truck over.
"I'm... I'm... OK." I say turning my head toward my brother. I start to feel a deep sadness wash over me as I remembered that Sarah was gone.
"Well, we are here brother, ready to start new beginnings," Tommy announced as put pats my arm. "Yeah," I mumble as I look out the window. Wishing I could go back to that moment in my dream where I was playing with Sarah and stay there forever, but I knew that it was just a dream and that I had to face the reality of the world I was living in now.
I had lost everything that mattered to me. My daughter Sarah had been taken from me in a tragic accident, and I had been left with nothing but grief and guilt. I became a mass, a monster. All the darkness was melting off me. I didn't work, I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. All I did was drink, fight, and fuck to get all my aggression out. But one day I woke up and decided I couldn't take it anymore and it would be my last day on this unfair earth. That's what I thought at least but that plan didn't work out so here I am. Still alive in this small town in God knows where Canada.
Tommy met a girl, Maria. He thought it would be a good idea to move to where she was living and he took me with him. He said he had a good feeling that I would find something worth living for again. I can't trust that would happen I'm just buying time for when the time comes for me to try again to be with my daughter once more.
"You are here finally!" A woman's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I see Maria run and jump in Tommy's arms.
"It was a long drive." Tommy laughs as he pulls back from the hug. Maria turns to me and extends her hand out for me to shake. "Joel it's finally nice to meet you in person." I shake her hand. "Likewise."
"Well let me show you guys your new home." She turns and smiles back at Tommy. We walk to this historic-looking building. Maria tells us her family owns the little apartment building it's been in her family for many years. "There are 10 complexes and everyone is very friendly and respectful. It's an amazing space for two people." She shows us around the home.
It was beautiful, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the sunlight. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living just enough space for the two of us. I could see Tommy was also amazed by the architecture and the history of the building.
"This is perfect trust me and Joel have lived in worse places." He says hugging her once more.
"Well, it's good for the time being after you meet my family and the house gets done being built I can steal you away." She kisses him.
And I take that as my cue to leave. "I'm going to take a look around town." I excuse myself to let them have some alone time. There is also a part of me that is stinging seeing them happy. As happy as I am for my brother I can't help but think back to my grief.
I walk out and I spot a dinner down the street I decided I could go for a cup of coffee. As I'm walking towards the dinner I feel myself accidentally bump into someone I quickly reach out to grab the much smaller person in front of me.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention!" A female's voice rings out. "It's fine, are you ok are you hurt?" I ask as our eyes meet. "Not hurt I'm sorry again it was my fault I'm too clumsy." She says. But I could not focus. I feel like all the air left my body the minute I looked into her eyes. I was struck by her beauty and her warm smile.
Part 2
#fanfiction#fanfic#the last of us#joel miller#tommy miller#maria miller#joel miller x reader#joel x reader#sarah miller#joel x sarah#joel x you#joel x tess#the last of us show#pedro pascal#tess servopoulos#tess x joel
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ARE YOU OKAY?
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: the team is on a mission, one that is expected to be easy. they underprepared, y/n gets hurt. basically this is angsty as hell oops
warnings: blood, death, mentions of a gun, wounds, bucky losing someone (i feel like this is a warning of its own.)
authors note: i don’t know why but i feel like i’m the only one that likes to read angsty imagines, IS IT JUST ME? anyways sorely based off of that one scene from southpaw. I DID NOT PROOF READ LMAO
ARE YOU OKAY?
The mission was supposed to be easy. The team dressed in fancy ball gowns and suits, all in the intent of retrieving the tesseract that Hydra had hidden within this stupid little place. Well, stupid and little was a lie. It was a gorgeous event hall in Germany designed like a castle. Beautiful paintings hung from the wall, artwork painted on the ceilings, with chandeliers hanging elegantly under them. You were a trained spy, and you an amazing one too. Incredibly good at what you do. You wore a black dress that clung to your body perfectly, showing off your curves. Bucky wore an all black suit, with a black undershirt and no tie to match. He unbuttoned the first few buttons just to tease you.
You, Him, Bruce, Sam, and Steve walked in together, the rest of the team in their own little group across the party. Champagne was being handed out, laughs, and small conversations echoed in your ears. Bucky saw a man who looked around nervously, after making eye contact with him. The man quickly dashed off into the crowd, Bucky calmly going after him on attempt not to cause a scene. You knew what he was doing, and you stayed back with Bruce, Sam, and Steve. Bucky shoved passed people in the crowd, and followed the man down the hallway. He turned around when the hallway ended.
“I swear I didn’t do anything wrong.” The man said nervously. “Then why are you running?” Bucky asked. You stood next to Bruce, while Sam and Steve looked around the crowd. Someone walked towards you, another man. He seemed calm, but focused. It happened so fast. He pulled out a gun and there was a bang. “That’s why.” The man said to Bucky, a dark smirk appearing on his sinister face. Bucky froze, his heart stopping. Someone shot a gun, but there was no way anyone was hurt, right? He quickly ran from the man back towards you.
Bucky ran up to see you on your knees, Sam next to you holding you up. Steve was on the ground wresting the man with the gun, trying to pull the weapon away from him. “Bucky?” You said, his voice grabbing your attention. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked walking towards you and falling onto his knees, Sam moving out of the way. “I don’t know.” You replied, still in shock. You moved your hand away from your stomach, Bucky replacing it. There was blood covering your hand. “What happened?” He asked calmly. “I don’t know. Something happened.” You were confused. How did this happen so fast.. and why didn’t it hurt?
“I don’t know what to do.” Bucky looked at Sam, who stared in shock. “What fucking happened?” Bucky asked him, angrily. Tony, Nat, Clint, and Wanda ran up on the scene. Wanda covering her mouth when she realized you were shot. “What happened, Bruce?” Tony asked, Bruce didn’t reply though. He just stared. “Am I okay?” you asked Bucky. “Yeah, you’re okay.” He said, nodding. “Am I okay?” You asked again, now terrified because you weren’t in pain. “Yes, it’s okay Doll.” But as he replied it felt like a lie to you, because his words were calm and collected but his face and reaction pointed towards the opposite.
“Fuck..” He said, looked at how bloody his hand was getting, still holding you up right. “What do we do?” Sam asked, looking towards Bruce. “I don’t know, do I lay her down?” Bucky asked frantically, nervously. His arm wrapping around the back of your waist. “Do I lay her down?” He repeated, Bruce still standing there. Natasha walked forward and nodded. “Yes, lay her down. Wanda, call for help.” Wanda quickly ran over to one of the pay phones in the wall. People around stared in shock. Bucky gently laid you down, Sam taking off his suit coat and layer it under your head. “Call 911, Wanda. Come on!” Tony said anxiously.
“No wait, I don’t wanna lay down!” You started to get scared. “No no no no!” Bucky said as you tried to get up, your arm around his neck. “Stay down, stay down.” Bucky held you down softly. Steve continued to wrestle the guy with the gun. “Get off me!” He yelled, catching Tony’s attention. Tony ran over and aggressively grabbed the gun from his hand and threw it away from them. “We need a doctor!” a radon person from the crowed yelled, Wanda talking to the emergency operator quickly. Everything was so loud, and you felt cold. Bucky looking around with fear in his eyes. “Bucky..” you managed to say.
“What’s going on, doll? What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand reaching for your face and moving hair away. “I wanna go. I wanna go home.” You said honestly, as if that would make the problem go away. You really wanted to be at the compound with Bucky, laughing as you try and teach him how to use a phone, the sun shining on you two as you laid in the lawn and talked about your families, your lives. You wanted to go home. “We’re gonna go home.” Bucky nodded, trying to make you feel better.
“Okay? I wanna go home. Please.” You begged. “We’re gonna go home, baby.” He tried to assure you. He could tell he was losing you. You just kept repeating you wanted to go home. “Just stay with me, okay.” He was close to your face, trying to calm you down, his hands gently petting your hair. You turned distracted, seeing Natasha holding back tears, Bruce staring in shock. Steve holding down the man who hurt you. “Look at me, look at me.” Bucky grabbed your face and made you look at him.
“Don’t worry about them. Look me in the eyes, doll.” He leaned over you, and you nodded, moaning in pain, trying to stay awake. It was hard. Your breathing quickened. Tony paced back and forth, “I should’ve brought the suit.” He mumbled to himself. “That wouldn’t have prevented this.” Natasha said to him. “Just calm down, walk away. She’s gonna be okay.” She said to him, Tony nodded.
“It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad, sweetheart.” Bucky said, looked down at the wound and pulling his hand drenched in the red liquid away. “See? It’s not that bad. It’s not bad.” He repeated, you leaned your head up with all your strength, and groaned leaning back after seeing the blood. It was bad, and he wasn’t telling you. We’re you dying? Bucky took a deep breath calming himself down. He grabbed your face, the blood rubbing off from his hand. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He said softly, nodding.
“It’s a lot of blood.” You replied. “That’s not a lot, honey. You haven’t even seen a lot.” He tried to lighten the situation, only to fail when you coughed up blood, the red liquid now stating you lips and dripping down the side of your face. Sam covered his mouth, tears falling from his eyes. He closed his eyes and stood up, walking away while running his hands through his hair. “Baby, no no no!” Bucky said, wiping the blood from your lips with his thumb.
You could tell he was scared, so you tried to hold on. You were not dying. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” you replied so he could know you were going to be okay. “I love you.” You cried, tears falling down your face and colliding with the small streams of blood. “NO!” Bucky yelled slightly. He couldn’t lose you. The team watched, their hearts sinking. “Oh my god.” Bruce whispered. “No, no no no! NO, NO!” He yelled looking around to see if anyone was coming to help, but they all stared with sadness in their eyes.
He looked down at you again. “Hey, oh shit!” His heart was racing. “It’s just a little blood, doll.” He whispered, wiping the blood and tears from your face. “Let’s go home.” you reached up and grabbed his face. “I can go home.” your eyes were closing on their own, and you kept forcing them open. But now matter how hard you fought, and how close Bucky held you, your eyes slipped close, and your hands on his face fell. “No, come on. Please!” He begged, picking you up and holding you in his lap. He rocked back and forth with your lifeless body in his arms.
Wanda covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks. Tony stared in shock. Sam couldn’t even look, and Bruce fell to his knees. Natasha looked at the man who killed Y/N, anger in her eyes. “How could you?” She yelled, pushing Steve off, and punching the guy in the face. “Look what you’ve done!” She demanded, holding his now broken face to see the sad sight of Bucky sobbing with the love of his life dead in his arms. Steve stood up, out of breath, and realizing what had happened. “I tried Bucky. I really tried.”
Bucky continued to cry, and he didn’t care who saw. He just wanted you, no needed you back.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes angst#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#senastian stan angst#angst#steve rodgers#natasha romanoff#tony stark#sam wilson#bruce banner#wanda maximoff#clint barton#the avengers#mission#mcu imagine#marvel#marvel imagine
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Laid out cold, now we're both alone (part 3)
A/N: Hello, this fic is very important to me because I tried my best to give justice to such a cool idea and I hope I did a good job. Plus I don't do multichapter ofter, so this was a challenge.
I wanna thank the lovely @livdonna for proofreading my work, you're literally the best <3.
P.S. If you want to get tagged in the next chapters, let me know.
Summary: Nikki needs to ask a favor to Vince Neil, in order to keep someone safe.
Warnings: Major Character Death,Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug Use, Angst, Overdose.
Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Taglist: @slashscowboyboots @witchytombstonesmile @arnold-layne @emometalhead @i-dont-like-rice @nikki-sexx @smokeandmirrorz
Bittersweet. That was the best way to describe Nikki’s emotional state as he got teleported in front of Vince’s house. They weren’t the biggest fans of each other. He was always so annoyed by his singer, whom he considered more of a diva prince than a front man.
Sometimes Vince Neil was a stupid spoiled fucker, in his opinion, yet he needed him. What made his blood boil the most was that he had to put his pride to the side, because this wasn’t about him but about Tommy, and there was no way in hell he would have disappointed him again, even if that meant having to deal with the blonde’s bullshit.
He decided to get in the blonde’s house but without showing himself at first. He wasn’t being avoidant ( absolutely not) but just he wanted more time to think, that’s all. The first thing he noticed was how different Vince’s mansion looked from Mick’s : outside there was a big pool, in which the clear water was shining thanks to the sunny day, meanwhile the inside was mostly white and gave the whole house a very elegant and snobby atmosphere; however it was very messy too, which was a huge disappointment.
It reminded him of the singer: face of an angel but inside he had his demons. Who didn’t to be honest? Unfortunately Nikki wasn’t so lucky to get an angel face to hide his dirty soul, he felt like everyone could tell how fucked up he was.
Lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice Vince passing right through him, talking on the phone in an exasperated tone.
“I know Doc, you repeated that hundreds of times! Yeah , I’ll call Mick and Tommy and we will do this fucking conference!”
There was a small pause. Doc was probably answering back, and Vince looked like he was about to smash the phone on the ground.
“What’s holding us? We fucking lost our bassist, our friend and brother. Jesus, I fucking get it that you want our money but show some fucking mercy, bastard! Fuck you!” He violently put the phone down, only to fall ungracefully on the couch.
The whole conversation made the bassist laugh out of anger. He knew Doc was all about money, especially because they made his life a living hell, but Vince appearing concerned about his death was honestly so fake.
What? Were you saying that Vince Neil was mourning him? The guy who kept fucking up the band over and over again was sad for him?
“Fucking Nikki, real dick move you pulled there!”
Nikki didn’t wait one second before sitting on the couch and making himself visible to the blonde.
“Oh Vinnie, that’s so rude to say.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vince screamed, trying to back away but just managing to fall off the couch.
The other man couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Nikki, is that you? What kind of joke is this?!”
“Yeah. Look it might sound nuts but I’m a ghost. I’m dead and couldn’t pass through because I have unfinished business to solve.”
If looks could kill, well Nikki would have died again judging by how Vince was staring at him. He saw his face turning into an angry snarl before he started to yell.
“What the fuck, Sixx?! You die, leave us all alone and then you even have the courage to stay a fucking ghost! You fucking selfish prick!”
The bassist felt his blood boiling, well not literally but he got the same feeling as if he still had blood pumping in his body. How did Vince dare to say such things? He was the selfish prick, he was the one never caring and always causing trouble. He was destroying the band!
“I’m a selfish prick?! I didn’t decide to fucking die! I put my heart and soul in the band and you kept destroying it. Now you want to accuse me? Fuck you!”
“You didn’t want to die? Oh well, what did you think would happen if you kept injecting that shit in your veins. We are fucking screwed now, without a bassist and ready to split up!”
Oh that was funny! Vince wanted to shame him, as Nikki was the only one drinking and fucking up with drugs. Oh sure Mick, Tommy and him could do anything but Nikki dares to shoot up, oh he’s a junkie! However he knew it was different, it wasn’t a simple way to party for him... He needed it to be alive. He had tons of pages written in his diaries that could be used as a proof.
“Oh because you’re such a saint, aren’t you Vinnie? I’m the bad one, I’m the one out of control. Well guess what? The only person I hurt was myself, meanwhile we can’t say the same thing for you!”
It was a low blow, a terrible one and Nikki knew that. Rage blinded him, but that didn’t mean he had to dredge up the past, especially on something as horrible as Razzle’s death.
Good job Sikki, great way to get your friend to do what you want.
Vince’s face turned red, his fists clenched and got up to Nikki’s nose. He looked like he was about to punch him, but he had to realize it wasn’t going to happen since the bassist was not tangible, so he kicked a small table.
“You’re the only one who you hurt? What about the band, the fans, all those people you lied to and made suffer. Most importantly, what about Tommy, Nikki? How is he? Because it doesn’t look like he wasn’t hurt when you left him all alone, when you preferred shooting up instead of caring for him.”
Tommy. If he knew Vince’s weak point, the singer knew his too. It fucking hurt so bad, now he was the one wishing to be able to slap him.
“You don’t know a fuck about me or Tommy. Shut the fuck up!”
“Oh, I know all the times I saw him scanning the room around hoping to find you, all the times he looked heartbroken when you disappeared in the bathroom during rehearsal. I saw him after you destroyed him, how he still loved you even if you threw him away like trash. His two worst nightmares came true: you left him and you died. So tell me again Nikki, how did you just hurt yourself?
He wasn’t about to cry, even if he felt like a thousand legs were kicking his chest, he wasn’t about to give that fucker the satisfaction to see him crying ( he probably couldn’t even do that). But after the pain came the realization : he was there for Tommy. He was angry to forget that this wasn’t about him but about the drummer, and he probably ruined everything.
Now the hard part came : swallowing his pride down and convincing Vince. Oh, he would probably torment the bassist as slowly as he could, but eventually he had to accept. Fuck, the two of them knew each other since high school!
“How’s Tommy?” His voice was so low, he doubted the singer heard him, but somehow he did.
“Oh, so now you want to know how he is?!” His voice was still loud and angry, but he must have seen the desperation on Nikki’s face, because he decided to answer anyway. “ He’s a mess. I just talked with him very briefly, he wanted to know if it was real. Then Doc fucking occupied this phone like it was his bitch, so I haven’t called him again, yet.”
This wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, it wasn’t fucking reassuring at all… Fuck, literally anything could have happened, Tommy could have hurt himself or left the country and this was all because of him. He just hoped his family was going to be close to him, he was loved, they would have never left him alone. That was supposed to be his job too, but he failed.
He failed his sweet Tommy.
“Sixx, what are you thinking about?”
It was the moment. Even if his heart wasn’t beating, he still felt the oppressive pressure of anxiety. He wanted to run but he had to do it.
Swallow your pride. You fucking owe it to Tommy.
“Vince, promise me that you’ll protect Tommy, no matter what.”
“What?” The blonde was visibly confused and how to blame him!
“You were right, I broke Tommy and he’s going to have such a hard time. He fucking loved me, even if I didn’t deserve it, and now I’m terrified he’s going to destroy himself. You can’t let that happen!”
“Nikki…”
“I fucking love him Vince. I still love him so much. He deserves a good life, I can’t ruin him even in death. He needs support.”
“Why me? It’s not like Tommy and I are best friends.”
“Because both you and him have known each other for a long time, and when the band will keep playing there’s going to be you, him and Mick left. He would never tell his stuff to Mick and he has something else to do, which means that you have to do it.”
A dry laugh escaped from Vince’s mouth.
“What if he doesn’t want to get helped?”
“You know how to get what you want. You’ll find a way, I’d do it but I’m a little dead… look I know you hate me but I’m only asking this. Like I said to Mick, this is my dead man’s wish.”
“Okay.” The voice was so low and Nikki barely had the time to react before Vince disappeared in the kitchen.
All his insecurities came back to eat him alive. What was even the point of being a ghost if he still had feelings? The truth was that he wasn’t sure on how much Vince could help, sure having someone close to Tommy was good, but he knew his boyfriend and fuck if he was a stubborn fucker.
His boyfriend.
It was a dagger through his chest, yet it still felt warm like the first time Tommy called him that. His face always lit up whenever he said it. The drummer always made loving him seem like the easiest thing in the world, as it was even possible to love someone like Nikki.
But Tommy did and what did he get in return? A junkie boyfriend and eternal heartache, because the love of his life was dead now.
Vince came back with a beer and softer expression on his face. Nikki didn’t move from the couch so he sat back to where he was.
“I will do it. I’ll keep an eye on Tommy.” His firm voice eased Nikki’s worries a bit.
Fuck, he never expected to see Vince Neil agreeing with him.
“Thanks dude, I know you hate me but Tommy didn’t do anything.”
“I don’t hate you.” His voice was shocked and the bassist had to suppress a laugh.
Yeah sure Vince Neil, not hating Nikki Sixx.
“Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you weren’t happy to hear I was gone.”
“Fuck no. Nikki we might have fought a lot and you were a fucking pain in the ass, but I’d never want your death. I cried, you were still my band mate and brother!”
He wasn’t sure why this whole conversation was hitting him so hard. It was probably because he didn’t know how to react to the simple act of someone caring for him beside Tommy. Especially when this someone was his singer.
But did they really hate each other as they thought they did? If the roles were reversed, would he be happy about his death?
“I felt the same. Ya know, when we thought you were dead in the car crash.”
Vince gave him a small sad smile.
“Maybe we can bury the hatchet. You don’t follow me for eternity and I won’t talk shit about you in interviews. Deal?”
“Deal.” Nikki smirked.
It’s time to go, Nikki.
The same sense of helplessness he felt before with Mick, came back. Because he could pretend everything was somehow normal, until the voice reminded him that this wasn’t his place. Even if in this case it was for the best for him to go, considering how awkward it felt for both of them to be so friendly with one another.
“Vince, I have to go now.”
The singer made an expression between sad and relieved, but maybe for the first time ever, it was genuine.
“Don’t be a stranger. Send us some bottles of Jack or some strippers from hell, okay?”
Nikki let out a chuckle. Since when he was laughing with Vince Neil?
“I’ll try my best. Vince, keep the promise.”
“He loves you. You should visit him, he deserves to say goodbye to you one last time.”
He knew that, he fucking knew that already! It didn’t matter how hard he was trying to avoid that, he was going to go to him anyway, not only because Tommy deserved it but because he was selfish.
He wanted to see him one last time too.
“I know. I’m going to go to his house next.”
Vince seemed happy and gave him a small smile. Nikki took a deep breath and got out of Neil's mansion, feeling every type of emotion.
God, now it was show time.
#nikki sixx#Tommy Lee#Vince Neil#Mick Mars#Motley Crue#motley crue fanfiction#80s rock band#80srock#fanfiction#My writing#tommy lee x nikki sixx
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Normality is Death
Chapter Four ~ Atlanta and the Vatos
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It has been a few days since Addie last spoke to me but it's for the best really. We're not supposed to be together and it took me a while to figure that out but now I know and I won't ever forget it. I know she's been avoiding me since we almost kissed and I guess I've made my peace with that but today that ends. Today, we have to go into Atlanta for a supply run. It was a normal thing for me and Addie to go on a run together but today I felt different. I don't know whether or not it's because of my nerves or maybe something completely different all I know is that I'm scared more then I would be usually. I guess I could put it down to the reckless asshole that put the biters on high alert. What happened was that Mitchell said he saw some dude enter Atlanta on horseback and be surprised by the biters and got cornered in a tank or something. He's probably dead now though, everyone thinks it as no one makes it out of Atlanta after making that much noise and I'd be very surprised if he was alive.
The supply run should be easy today as we gave it a couple of days before going out and just so they wouldn't be on such high alert. I haven't spoken to Addie about coming with me but she hasn't spoken to me either so I guess she's still planning on joining me.
I stepped out of my shared house, ignoring the blazing Atlanta heat and walked over to Mitchell, "Still going on a run today, right?" I asked him to which he nodded. "Yeah. Addie's waiting for you at the gate." I smiled at him and span around mentally preparing myself to face Addie.
"Oh and Jacey?" Mitchell called after me.
"Yeah."
"Stay safe. I know somethings going on between the two of you I don't want that to cloud your judgement. Be smart about it, alright?" I nodded at his words internally sighing and walked away.
I approached the gates seeing Addie stood there nervously and holding a rifle and my machete and handgun. "You ready?" I asked her snapping her out of her daze she nodded curtly before motioning the people on watch to open the gate.
"Well this is going to be fun," I muttered to myself before taking my weapons and leaving camp.
Upon arriving in Atlanta you could tell that the biters had maybe doubled in numbers since our last run. I sensed Addie's fear to which I just looked at her and smiled, "We'll be okay, we always are." She smiled back and relaxed slightly before taking the lead and heading into the city centre careful not to cross closely to any biters. I pulled my hood up as we passed through the numerous remains of what once were people and kept close to Addie before turning into the first alleyway.
"So what's the plan today?" She asked looking over her shoulder for biters and then back to me.
"Just the usual. Hit the mini markets and then see what we get," I shrugged at her before continuing, "Oh and Mitchell mentioned the other day to get some more clothes if we could." She smiled softly and nodded.
"You ready, Grimes?"
"Always, Smith."
We said to each other before running out of the alley and across the street ignoring the reactions we were getting from the many biters we crossed.
Addie and I got to the other side easily and snuck into the first shop. We shuffled quickly through each shelf grabbing what we needed and leaving everything we didn't. It was all going so well until we heard voices. Neither me nor Addie spoke we just watched through the window closely. The voices couldn't be more then a store away from us and we probably wouldn't have been able to hear them if they weren't being so damn loud.
"You got a lot of balls for a Chinaman." One of the men remarked in a deep southern accent. I rolled my eyes at his words and looked over to Addie, who looked terrified.
"I'm Korean." The other man, who sounded more youthful than the other man, corrected him. I looked back over to Addie and mouthed 'I'll be right back. Don't move.' She attempted to call after me as I left the shop but I ignored her and discreetly followed the voices, finding them in an alley.
Still hidden around the corner I heard one of them say, "Whatever." I walked away from the pair hoping that they hadn't seen me yet.
I was about to leave for good until I heard a small familiar scream pierce the air, "Jacey!" I span around to see a biter almost taking a piece out of her neck. I got my gun out quickly not thinking about the sound it'll draw and shot. It hit the corpse perfectly and Addie ran back over to me.
"Hey! You two!" a hushed voice called to us from the right. I looked over to see one of the men from the alleyway before. He was a younger man wearing a t-shirt and a cap and holding a bag of guns with the bold lettering of 'SHERIFF' on the side.
"What the hell are you thinking, setting that off?" I rolled my eyes at him and got ready to retort but he interrupted, "Forget it you've gotta follow me it's not safe out in the street."
"Yeah well it's probably not safe with you neither," Addie snapped.
"Just follow me, okay? The way you came from is blocked off now this is the only option." I looked behind me and sure as hell, he was telling the truth, about a dozen or so biters clambered across the street towards us. I heard Addie gasp in shock causing me to grab her wrist and pull her in the direction the man told us to.
Once we get into the alley I see the mans friend on the floor being beaten by what looks to be a metal pole. The two men who were beating him pushes me to the ground and one of them hits me across the face. I hear Addie scream and I look up to see those pricks grabbing both her and that guy, attempting to throw them in the back of the truck. I spat out some blood and looked to my side grabbing a crossbow and shooting at the guy, who had Addie, in the ass. I pushed myself up and ran after them but missed them by a mere second as they drove away.
"No Addie!" I shout after the car and got ready to run after them but was pulled back by two arms.
"Stop struggling yer damn bitch," He growls to me before throwing me next to a younger boy.
The redneck picks up his crossbow and aims it at the pair of us, "Tell me where they jus' took ma friend." The boy next to me looks scared but I just roll my eyes and grab my gun aiming it right back at him.
"I don't fucking know," I hear voices call for the man to stop but I ignore them and push him out the way and ran back into the now biter filled street.
"Hey get back here woman!" I hear him shout before one of his friends closes the gate between us.
"No can do asshole. See ya in hell!" I walked away from the group setting myself down in the closest store. I had to fight back the tears thinking about what they could be doing to my girl right now. She could be dead already for all I know and it would be my fault. My thoughts drifted back to the man that was taken with Addie. He was nice - unlike his friend - maybe he's protecting her like he was trying to do before. I bow my head thinking about all the places I know of in Atlanta hoping to have any clue of finding them.
I've got to save them.
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Rick paced around the room slowly, looking back and forth between the boy, whose name he learnt to be Miguel, and Daryl. Daryl was angry it had been clear since the start of this endeavour and Rick could almost fear that. He understood that a man could do a lot of damage on anger alone.
"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went," The officer spoke down to the boy.
"I ain't telling you nothing," He spoke sternly and with as much confidence he could muster causing Shane to sigh and sit back on to one of the tables.
T-dog looked over to Daryl and asked, "Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?"
Daryl looked up at him and sneered, "I told you, this turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me."
"You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault." Miguel sassed rolling his eyes at Daryl's madness.
"They took Glenn n' that other girl too. Coulda took Merle as well," He justified a hint of sadness in his voice once he spoke about his brother.
"Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle," Miguel laughed at him causing Daryl to try and kick him which Rick intervened.
"Damn it, Daryl. Back off." Daryl moves away sitting in the background still giving the boy a dirty look.
The redneck looked over to Miguel once again and moved over to his back, unwrapping his brother's hand, "Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" Daryl dropped the cold hand onto the boy's lap making him freak out. Shane picked up the hand and put it back in the bag ignoring the laughs he got from Daryl, "Next imma gonna start with the feet."
After the boy calmed down T-dog looked over to Daryl and inquired, "Hold on you said they took some girl, who was she?"
"Yeah, and who was that girl you were shouting after?" Shane joined and looked at the redneck.
"Don't know who they are. They were just with Glenn," He shrugged.
"Then why the hell did you point your crossbow at her? She could've helped us." Rick scolded him.
"I thought she might've been on their side," Daryl attempted to explain, "She was a bitch anyway, doubt she woulda helped shit."
"She was just a kid, puto, a badass one but still just a kid," Miguel added seemingly almost fully recovered from seeing that hand and the threats Daryl made afterwards.
"How do you know?" The brunette man asked.
"Dunno she just looked it. Couldn't be more than 15." Both Rick and Shane's heart seemed to sink at his reply - she was just a kid. A kid that was the same age as Ricks daughter when she died. Knowingly Shane looked over to his brother, a sigh getting caught in between his lips as he looks at the face of sorrow and grief he had on.
"She was only 15, Daryl!" Rick snapped at Daryl, "And you were prepared to kill her for nothing!" Both Daryl and T-dog looked at the man in shock and if he was honest with himself he was shocked too. Why all of a sudden did he care so much for a girl he had never met. Shane sped over to his partner and pushed him back slightly, "You gotta chill brother." Rick looked at him with a death glare and then back at Daryl.
"Chill man she had her gun on me anyways. Was kinda askin' for it."
Shane rolled his eyes ignoring Ricks anger towards the man and moved back over to Miguel, "The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out."
~
Addie faced the wall not daring to make a noise as the man she met from earlier sat closely as if he was ready to protect her. She felt herself begin to cry letting the bad thoughts of what these people could do to them take over. But the worst one she could think about was that she'd never get to see Jacey again.
"Hey, it's okay. Please don't cry," The boy next to her whispered, "My friends will get us out of here. I promise." Although she weakly smiled at him they both knew it was fake - they were both terrified there was no denying it.
"Thanks for what you did back there," He looked over to the girl confused, "For trying to help me and my friend. She'd hate for me to admit this but you really saved our asses even if it brought us to this."
He smiled at her and said, "Its no problem really. I mean I'm guessing you're only young it would've been wrong to leave you with a ton of walkers. My names Glenn by the way."
"Addie. I would shake your hand if I weren't tied up," Glenn laughed, "and yeah I guess were younger I'm 16 and my friend is 14."
"14, Jesus. She's so young and I mean so are you but she's like just started high school," Glenn muttered sadly, this world was too hard for a girl that young.
"If you got to know her you wouldn't expect her to be that young. She's pretty badass."
"I could tell. She shot that Walker and you know didn't miss. Whenever I try it takes me a few times," Addie laughs at his embarrassed face.
"I think she's had practise though. Our leader taught her a lot but her dad was a cop before all of this and he taught her some stuff."
"Another cop, Jesus, do they grow on trees," Glenn whispers inwardly but Addie still hears it.
"What do you mean?" she leans her head back onto the wall, still looking at him.
"Oh we just have two cops in our group and you guys have another one. It's kind of stupid saying out loud I understand lots of people are cops I just... I honestly don't know nevermind," They both laugh, him doing it more out of embarrassment rather than humour.
Addie sighed sadly, "Her dad isn't in our group though. He died before I even met her."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know how?"
"Gunshot." She stated simply remembering back to the conversation they had about him.
"Wait, no way! No was one of the cops in our group! He got left behind or something but reunited with his wife and son. They all thought he was dead," He excitedly yelled, still remembering the tearjerking reunion.
Addie looked shocked at the man's claim and was about to answer with a bombardment of questions but was interrupted when the door slammed open.
~
The four men enter the hideout guns raised and moving in a way best described to be as a troop of soldiers. Rick took the lead, a shotgun in hand, and a look of pure determination to get his friend back, alive. Miguel shakily walked in front of them, arms tied behind his back.
"You sure your up for this?" Shane looks to the group.
"Yes," T-dog replies as Rick starts to nod.
As if it was on cue, a group of older men, some that Daryl could recognise from earlier, came pouring out of the building. The leader, Guillermo, walked ahead of the group and up to Miguel checking out any bruises he may have, "you okay, little man?"
In response, Miguel shook his head biting his lip softly, "They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal."
"Cops do that?" He asked him looking over at the group, eyeing Rick's sheriff hat and Shane's cap.
"Not them. This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me." Guillermo looked at Daryl his eyes grazing over his crossbow.
"Shut up," He spat roughly.
Out of nowhere, another man came out of the building his gun raised to the group of men, "Hey where's that puto? The one that shot me in the ass with an arrow?" The man looked over the group men still not spotting the girl that did this to him.
"Chill, ese, chill. Chill. This true? They want Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man," Guillermo looked at the group scoffing.
"We were hoping for a calm discussion," Rick clarified.
"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet and some girl shoots Felipe with an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me."
"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made from both sides," He said looking over at the redneck.
"Where is that girl anyway? Hiding in the bushes to ambush us?" Felipe gulped as Guillermo spoke and looked at the nearby bushes.
"No. She's not with us. Was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and so was her friend," Shane spoke up.
Guillermo nodded still unsure and looked over to Daryl as he spoke, "You got my brother in there?"
"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got an Asian and an African American. You interested?"
Rick stepped forward looking at Guillermo intimidatingly, "I have one of yours, you have two of mine. Sounds like a good enough trade."
Guillermo shook his head looking back at Rick just as fiercely, "Don't sound even to me."
"G, come on, man," Miguel begged.
"Not only do my people got attacked but you offer an unfair trade. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?"
Rick shrugged, "Guns?"
"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns."
Shane looked to the man who was still eyeing Rick suspiciously, "You're mistaken."
The man shakes his head saying, "I don't think so."
"About it being yours. It's my bag of guns," Rick shares.
"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?"
"You could do that or not," Rick says pointing back to T-dog, who was hidden behind a wall, a sniper in hand. Guillermo looks to T-dog and back at his group and nodded to them.
Seconds later, two men appear on the roof dragging behind them a girl and a man with bags over there head, "I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." The gang turned around heading back inside the building and leaving Rick, Shane, Miguel, Daryl and T-dog behind.
~
Rick say down the bag of guns in front of the group and thought silently for a moment. He starts to divide the guns up causing Daryl to scoff, "Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for them kids?"
T-dog joined in looking at the angry Daryl and conflicted Rick, "If I knew we'd get Glenn and the girl back, I might agree. But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand them over?"
"You calling g a liar?" Miguel almost shouted, drawing Daryl over to him.
"Are you apart of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?" Daryl threatened, slapping him sharply.
"Question is do you trust the man's word?" T-dog questioned.
"No, question is what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more than them guns? Could be your life? Glenn and some stranger worth that to you?" Daryl countered looking at Rick.
"What life I have I owe to him. I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I. And let's not forget that stranger is just a kid. If that was your own kid you wouldn't leave her behind, would you?" Shane looked at the man and felt his heartbreaking. Maybe Rick knew she was left behind maybe Lori didn't even tell him. To Shane, it didn't matter he saw that the man was struggling.
Daryl ignored the question and continued, "So you're gonna hand the guns over?"
"I didn't say that. Nothing is keeping you three here. You should get out, head back to camp," Rick directed at them.
To which T-dog shook his head, "And tell your family what?"
"Come on, this is nuts. Just do like g says," Miguel tells them the fear evident in his eyes.
Shane looked to Rick again and whispered, "Brother I think you should go back to camp."
Rick's head snapped to him upon hearing his words, "What?"
"I think you need to leave. All this," He paused looking back at the hideout, "It's getting too personal for you."
Rick sighed, "Glenn saved my life. I'm not leaving him." Rick sat up from sorting the guns and went to the window.
"You know full well this is not about Glenn," He snapped causing him to bow his head, refusing to look at his best friend.
"That girl, whoever she is reminds you of Jacey. I get that, of course, I do b-but it's not her," Shane told him, "Jacey's gone, man, and that fucking sucks but there's nothing we can do about it." The officer shut his eyes fighting off tears.
"I'm sorry Rick. I'm so sorry but you need to leave. You just found out Jacey is dead you can't be here. Hell, you shouldn't have come out, to begin with."
"I'm fine. I can deal with it," He attempted to convince Shane.
"No you can't," He sighed, "You snapped at Daryl earlier for pointing his weapon at some kid just because she was around Jacey's age."
Rick slid down the wall leaning his head against the rough bricks, "When he said that she couldn't be more then 15 I guess uh I thought what if it was her. I thought that I might get my angel back," He confessed breaking the silence between the pair.
"She's gone, Rick," He said causing Rick to cry to himself quietly.
"Head back to camp okay, take T-dog with you. Just be with your family okay? It's what you need right now," He looked at him unsure, "If not for you, do it for Carl. He misses his sister more than anything. And no matter what I tell him he doesn't believe she's dead," Rick nodded sadly, standing up and wiping away any sign of tears.
"T-dog you go back with Rick. Take the spare car," T-dog nodded but looked confused at the teary-eyed male.
"I'll see you back at home, brother," He said to his friend hugging him tightly.
They left soon after leaving Daryl, Shane and Miguel in the room. "What the hell? You just sent away half of the group. How we supposed to protect ourselves?" Daryl snarls.
"We'll be fine." Daryl glared at the man unsatisfied with his answer but remained silent.
"Why'd he leave anyway?" Miguel asked curiously as if he weren't the hostage.
"He lost his kid. I didn't want him to lose it when we're facing them and lose his life too," Daryl nodded to the man almost sympathetically despite the obvious hatred between the two.
"We ready to do this shit then?"
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imagine sending ur nudes to e by accident omg the next day he’d be imagining you naked and eventually you two fuck🥵
oh my gosh you would be lounging around talking to your best girl friend or something, often times sending her your risqué photos when you’re feeling down about yourself. she always has the best hype up messages when you’re feeling like a swamp creature. you’re really just pacifying your boredom from being stuck inside for a ridiculously long amount of time - not wanting to go into the sweltering heat of the upcoming summer. you had a habit of overheating and making yourself sick.
usually you’re good at looking at the contact name before you send something so exposed to her, giving yourself the comfirmation before hitting send. but today just had to be the one day your finger hit the send button too fast, your eyes flicking up in panick mode to read “E ❤️” at the top of the screen.
fuck.
you’re sitting on your bed at this point hyperventilating, about to pass out, dizzy as hell, nauseous, genuinely not good. you’d never sent him anything like those pictures before. and that was the thing, it wasn’t just one it was several pictures of your naked body to your best guy friend. you’re very hot, best guy friend. you look over the set of photos you’d sent: you’re laying back on your bed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, breasts on display, sunlight trickling across your abdomen and perky nipples, a golden glow touching your skin. the panties were honestly nothing but a piece of pathetic fabric that could be compared to dental floss - you know if you turned around you’re ass would be bare as it could be.
you never had any intention of sending them to anyone - as your not speaking to anyone romantically at the moment. truth is you’ve been hooked on a certain someone for a while. the same certain someone you just accidentally sent your nudes to. how convenient.
honestly i imagine him to be shell-shocked. maybe he was mid-conversation with grayson, unlocked his phone at your notification, and sat frozen and speechless while he stared down at the screen - your breasts sitting pretty for his eyes only. grayson would be pausing at his silence, questioning him on why he’s sitting there like he’s “waiting to catch flies” in his mouth. ethans cheeks would heat to an unbearable temperature, not believing what he’s seeing - his best friend - naked and biting the tip of her fingernail.
throuought both the day and night you hear no response from ethan, total dead silence. it made you more nervous than if we were to send back a simple “wrong number?” or “huh?” ...silence. did he like it? did he hate it? did he just not see it? you knew better than that judging at the read receipt that stared you in the face on the screen, only making you heart race faster.
it was a night of little sleep for the both of you, neither one knowing of the filthy thoughts running through the others head. ethan tossed and turned in his bed that night, knowing he would see you tomorrow for session with grayson. you’re a personal trainer, hence how you met and became so close with the twins. it had been a year since you started working with grayson, not really seeing the reason because he already was well off, as well as ethan. but you never made a complaint, helping and instructing anyway that you can. you became friends instantly, most of the time making it a hangout session rather than a trainer/trainee situation.
you had kept your eyes on ethan since the day you showed up at their house for the first session, breath caught in your throat when he opened up the door with a dazzling smile, lips stretched tight across his teeth. he was gorgeous, you wouldn't deny that. yes, grayson was handsome, and yes they were identical twins - but you fell in love with ethans heart quickly. nothing ever came from it, teasing, friendly banter. it was strictly friends. but you’d always felt something brewing beneath the surface, too scared to let him know you wanted something more. head over heels was an understatement. shit the guy couldn't even hug you without your heart doing flips inside of your head.
you’d given up hope about a month ago, bummed out that despite your subtle advances, he was a lost cause. he showed his love in his own way, trying his hardest to make you see he felt it, he felt all of it. lost in translation, your love was. the hugs became less frequent, the teasing still showed up, but less flirty. it broke him bit by bit until he finally accepted that he’d lost something he never really had in the first place. he backed off, tried to discipline himself to think of you as just a friend - until those pictures popped up on his phone.
there he was, laying in bed with his hand wrapped around himself, eyes glued to the picture of your perky breasts, god you were gorgeous. fuck the plan, he thought, tugging up and down his length with a tight fist - trying to keep quiet in fear of grayson hearing him. across town, you were doing the same - rubbing a hand at your mound, thinking of him thinking about you. you had no knowledge of it actually being true, but just the thought of him seeing you so exposed and dare you say sexy in a set of photos really did something to you.
the next day was terrifying for both of you, neither wanting to mention your little accident first, both wanted to play dumb and just hope it disappeared in time.
until you caught up watching you during your squats, not in a way he has ever before, his eyes were drinking you in. in a hungry way. not observant, not innocent, but dirty. you tried to ignore the wetness in between your thighs, keeping your eyes on grayson, watching his form, telling him to straighten up every so often, cracking a joke in hopes it would get ethan to stop staring at you and laugh along. but he kept his eyes focused on you, knuckles white on the edge of the bench he sat on.
okay, if he wants to stare, so will you.
turning your head to look at him was a bold move, his eyes focusing on your mouth instead of your chest - his bottom lip popping free from his teeth. was he, checking you out? he’d never been so bold about it before. you watched each other close while you continued your squats, eyes trained on his the entire time. you thanked the heavens you put your hair in a ponytail, it was far too hot in this gym and you knew you would look like a monster if your hair was any other way.
“okay...fuck...my legs feel like jello,” grayson giggles, plopping onto his butt after hitting just above 300 squats. you would never recommend doing that many, but he had a weird goal in mind, so you figured if he was going to do it, might as well help him doing it the correct and healthy way.
“mine too,” you agreed, sitting down yourself. with your face as red as ever with ethan’s eyes staring at you, you took a sip from your water bottle, smiling at the cold water traveling down your throat. it felt good to have a hard workout.
“I think i’m going to eat something before we go again, you want something?” grayson’s offering his hand to you, nodding when you shake your head to turn him down. if you ate now you might throw up from the nerves running like crazy through your body, your stomach a pit of butterflies. not the best idea to shove food into the mix.
“i’ll catch up with you in a bit,” ethan speaks up, watching his brother leave the room before turning his eyes back on you.
“so are we really gonna talk about it or are you just gonna stare at me like you've never seen tits before?” bold move.
“why did you send them to me? that is what I wanna know.” he ignores your question, coming back with his own.
“accident.”
“lie,” he challenges you with a cocky smirk, raising from his position on the bench,
“I meant to send them to Amanda, not you, don't get cocky,” you’re really testing the waters, knowing damn well everything spilling from your mouth is a load of bullshit. even Amanda, whom you told of your little mishap, screamed blood murder over the phone, insisting the mistake was in fact fate and not happenstance.
he’s still smirking, standing tall in front of you. he had been pretty much silent through the workout with grayson, off on his own most of the time. you didn't mind, knowing it was probably weird for him at least for now. so you let him be, focusing on grayson for the rest of the day. but this...this was new.
“you’re awfully bold for someone that showed no interest in me any other time,” you point out, shrugging like you made the most valid point ever.
“maybe you read the signs wrong babe.” that fucking pet name.
“i’m pretty sure I didn't. anyways why does it matter? it was a mistake and now we can forget about it and move on know that we’ve acknowledged it,” you nod to yourself. it seems fair considering you're about to burst into flames at how close he’s standing to you. you know deep down you’ll never be able to forget about it.
“I don't think I want to,” he mutters, his seductive tone taking your breath away. looking up at him, only caused your heart to beat faster, he looked serious. you’ve never heard his voice so calm.
“well...you have to. we are bestfriends,” you stutter, standing to your feet in an attempt to back away.
“best friends who like each other,” he drones on, keeping his eyes locked steady on yours.
“fat chance.”
“best friends who want to fuck each other...” he’s inching closer, grabbing at the bare skin of your waist to bring himself closer to you. you almost scream in surprised as his hand comes to clamp over your mouth, arm reaching behind you to crack the door open, staring into the hallway with that same devilish smirk.
“hey gray?!” he shouts, hand still cupped over your mouth. his other hand returns to your side, thumb rubbing back and forth across your skin. you’re surprised at the reaction from your body, your pussy clenching tightly around nothing, the aching becomes less bearable.
“yeah?” his voice echoes from down the hallway, sounding busy and disinterested.
“I think we are out of almond milk, you mind running to the store real quick? please?” his tone has switched to one you know well, the one he uses when he tries to manipulate his little brother into getting his way. you would swat at him if his fingers weren't dancing along the inside of your thigh right now, dangerously close to your clothed heat.
“why can't you?” grayson whines, still far enough down the hallway he couldn't see into the room. if he could...i’m sure he would be just as confused as you are.
“because I asked you,” he points out, chuckling at the annoyed groan he gets in return.
“you paying?”
“it’s not like we have the same bank account or anything fuck face. but you want to use my card it’s in my wallet on the counter. thank you bro.” with that he’s shutting the door, with his hand still moving between your legs, he removes his other from your mouth, instead wrapping it in your hair - loosening your ponytail.
“look at you...so small and innocent...like you didn't send me filthy pictures of you last night,” he hums, leaning close to kiss at your neck, “i bet you touched yourself at the thought of me looking at them huh?” he whispers hot in your ear, tongue poking out to lick at your lobe slowly, sucking it into his mouth before it pops free.
you are drenched, not registering the nod you give him, wanting to slap yourself for being so easy.
“so are we done pretending or do i need to convince you more? he won’t be gone forever.” his fingers cup your cunt through your leggings, rubbing his fingers across you to cause a friction that makes you tense in his arms, grasping at his biceps in shock. his hands feel much better than your own.
you realize how quickly you’re grabbing at the back of his neck too late, bringing him down to seal your lips together perfectly. the kiss is passionate, more passionate that it really should be for being so sudden. it was filled with longing and need, something you’ve been experiencing towards him for quite some time.
he is sighing against your lips, shuddering at how good your skin feels under his fingertips, hungry for more than just a kiss.
he’s growing frustrated quickly, stopping with a huff and holding your face close.
“i wanna talk, i do, about what the fuck is going on. but i can’t wait...need you now,” he explains, eyes never breaking away from your own. you understand his need perfectly, it matches with your own.
“we can talk later,” you nod at him, seemingly giving him the green light to pick you up by your hips with a squeal falling from your mouth. your back meets the semi-plush cushion of the bench press, staring up at your bestfriend hovering dangerously close to your face. he’s got this smile you’ve only ever seen a few times, when he’s so utterly happy he can’t contain himself. it makes you melt to think that this is one of those moments for him. with a quick peck to your lips, he’s lowering down onto his knees, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your leggings, pulling down slowly.
“for the meantime...gonna fuck you so good.”
#asks#e!concepts#ethan!concepts#this felt pointless and stupid#but i hope you like it#best friend to lover is my FAVORITE thing of life#if you want me to continue i can
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Twilight Rewrite
Fire in my Blood ~ Jasper Hale x OC ~ Book One: Chapter Four
Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three
The following morning Charlie let Alessia off school for being sick without question because she never took the day off. Anyone who knew Alessia knew that she was allergic to the concept of skipping school but after everything she heard the night before her highschool attendance record wasn't exactly her top priority. She felt bad asking her dad to let her stay home after his friend turned up dead but she knew he needed answers. Sleeping in till noon was helpful, and a hot shower and a visit to Bella's room saw Alessia getting into Bella's truck (who got a ride from Jessica that morning to talk about running off yesterday) and driving into the woods.
A feeling deep in her gut told her that going back to the reservation was a mistake after what happened, but if there was a threat to her life then she wasn't about to sit by while a gang of mutts decided to try a human snack. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.
The slam of the car door is what brought Billy Black to his front door to see an extremely pissed 17 year old with fire in her eyes and a blue book in her hands marching towards his doorstep. "Inside. Now!"
"I know everything so I want you to tell me exactly what is happening and what the hell it has to do with me." Came her calm voice over the kitchen table but after her calm was met with silence she slammed the book down on the table causing Billy to jump in his seat and for the calm in her voice to die.
"BILLY BLACK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU HAVE KNOWN ME ALL MY LIFE AND NOW YOUR BOYS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME SO YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON!" Alessia's voice was raised and her cheeks were tracked with tears, the girl who was usually so very brave was at the moment completely terrified. His face remained stoic but Alessia could see the guilt that was in his eyes, but right now she didn't give a damn how he felt.
"You shouldn't even be here Alessia, you should be in school or at home," began his excuse before the girl cut him off again "That's not what I asked now answer my goddamn question. Who is it anyway? You send Jake to kill me? Or Quill or Embry or Leah?" She paused at the look that crossed Billy's face. "... Was it Sam?"
His face told all and Alessia felt rage boil through her arteries and flow around her body, Uley was gonna get it. Alessia stood up so sharply that her chair scraped the floor before slamming to the floor as she made for the door with Billy Black chasing her out of the house. "Alessia no! It's not safe for you here anymore." His cries were met with Alessia falling still and without turning to see him answered in a strong voice. "You knew that it was him who tried to murder me in the woods last year, and you did nothing. You watched as they dragged my bleeding body out of the woods and you sat and comforted my father as they stitched my torso back together." Alessia lifted her shirt to show five prominent scars in the shape of claws run the length of her stomach, a wound that ran the span of her entire upper body and occasionally poked out of the neckline of her shirts. By now she was screaming. "YOU SAT IN MY HOME WHILE I SPENT OVER A YEAR TRYING TO RECOVER FROM THE WORST TRAUMA OF MY LIFE AND YOU PRETENDED TO CARE, I WAS FIFTEEN BILLY! BUT TWO WEEKS LATER YOU HAD THE AUDACITY TO SIT AT MY KITCHEN TABLE EATING MY BIRTHDAY CAKE LIKE YOU WERE FAMILY!"
By now the tears streaming Alessia's cheeks matched the ones on Billy's own, but she didn't care.
"You aren't my uncle Billy, you're a monster."
With nothing said after that Alessia reached toward her neck to grip a small necklace, the one gifted to her by the man before her, a wolf, ironic really. "You told me this would protect me," she spat out before ripping the thing off her neck and throwing it into the mud, "But you were a fucking liar."
The last thing Alessia spoke before turning to her truck again hurt him the most.
"If I ever catch you trying to lie to me or my family again... I'll kill you myself."
Jasper was stood in the driveway of the Swan house when the truck pulled back into the home. A look of understanding graced his face as he followed Alessia into the house and sat with her on the floor of her bedroom. "Are they trying to kill me because of your family?" Her broken voice portrayed that she didn't want it to be true and it was clear that this would be the last time she ever spoke about that tribe in such a way, because one of Alessia's character faults was she could be tolerant of people who hurt her but once you lost her trust you would never get it back, and the Quileute's had betrayed her.
Jasper was silent as he tried to find an answer for her. "You have a special connection to each one of us, both you and Bella." That made Alessia's eyes snap up to meet his face, "Does she know?" She was answered with a nod. It made sense really that she was hanging out with Edward so much now. The thought made her laugh "You know she is a little bit obsessed with Edward right?" Jasper laughed right back with her explaining just how much everyone wanted to murder Edward the next time he brings the girl up in conversation. The silence allowed Alessia a moment to contemplate before she nodded "I approve, never thought I would need to approve of any of Bella's boyfriends but I approve, to be honest I didn't know if I would ever see her again to need to."
The rest of their afternoon was lazy and fun until the brunette eventually roped the boy beside her into helping her study which didn't last too long until another bout of jokes and playful arguments broke through their productivity. Procrastination was clearly going to be a bad habit they shared.
Jasper went home just after three and it wasn't long till Bella walked through the door after school, walking up the stairs and into her bedroom. The door closed itself behind her making her jump and turn to see her big sister blocking the exit with a fake expression of anger. "Is there something you aren't telling me Bells?"
The suprised and guilty look and the stuttering is what broke her into giggles.
"you are the least subtle person I know, your 'I have a secret' vibe is literally visible from the moon, so spill" once again Bella floundered for an answer and managed to settle on "you wouldn't believe me."
"oh you mean I wouldn't believe you that Edward was a Vampire?"
"Wait you knew?"
"yeah I mean he isn't subtle either you two should really work on that."
Making her way out of the room she paused and turned around to speak again "oh yeah we're going to the Cullen's tomorrow afternoon so be ready, also tell Edward I'm gonna start putting a lock on that window." She may have approved but she still had to be the older sister, "vampire or not Bella you're still too young to have boys in your room."
That night the house was silent as Alessia lay awake properly processing what she had found out. She was incredibly close friends with a family of vampires and the Native American reserve that she basically grew up on was infested with wolves. This whole situation was absolutely insane and Alessia couldn't be sure that she wasn't drugged last night, but the more she began to think about it the more it started to make sense. She had known the Cullen's for two years now and during that time she always tried to ignore other people who tried to tell her that they were a weird family, how strange it was that they were never at school on the only sunny days of the year, and how they all looked like models, or how they never even spoke to anyone that wasn't Alessia. Thinking back to it now that is a little weird but she always defended the Cullens. Their looks she just blamed on the glorious gene pools they were clearly scooped out of and the people who pointed this out were often just jealous, and knowing Carlisle personally Alessia absolutely believed that he and Esme would drag everyone away to do outdoor activities in the nice weather, but the last accusation was always the weirdest one for Alessia, why did they only speak to her?
She began to focus more closely on the idea of their physicalities. Alice first, she was tiny and beautiful but her pale skin and golden eyes matched her whole families to a T, which was still definitely odd considering that they were all meant to be adopted from different families. Not to mention their skin was always lifelessly cold...
"You stupid idiot", she scolded herself digging her face under her pillow, "They couldn't have made it more obvious is they started giving out pamphlets, some profiler you are." The only thought running through her mind when she drifted off to sleep was 'how could I not have known?'
Seeing Alice's car pull up outside her driveway was what prompted Alessia to bid her father goodbye and jump into the back seat. Bella informed her that morning that she would be getting a ride with Edward which just prompted Alessia to laugh her ass off until Bella hit her with a pillow and banished her from her room. "I think we may need to set some boundaries with Edward and Bella, they are getting out of hand, I have to keep the key to her bedroom window in my pocket at night." She said draping herself across the two seats in front of her letting her head become level with Alice and Jasper. Their knowing smiled prompted them all to laugh until Alice told Alessia to sit back and put her seatbelt on because 'you can still die Alessia!'
The drive was content and filled with mindless chatter between the trio as they pulled up to a beautiful modern house, completely isolated, that caused Alessia's mouth to drop and her eyebrows to lift, "you guys hid this from me for way too long." The front doors opened to let the trio in and Alice skipped up the stairs in front of her brother and her friend disappearing out of sight. It was then that Alessia let her stomach tighten and her nervous energy started to fill the room. As if he knew something was wrong Jasper held her hand and sent her a questioning look that she just answered with a sigh, "I just don't want things to be different between us all now." As if the universe was wrapping her up in the softest blanket imaginable Alessia was suddenly filled with calm and it was so relaxing that she almost lost her footing as her knees buckled slightly, it was like the weight of the world was suddenly lifted from her shoulders and she could breathe again. It was a good feeling but it definitely wasn't natural so she looked to her side to see the level of concentration that Jasper held while looking at her and she didn't know how she just knew this was him, he was trying to make her feel better. A grateful smile crossed her face and before her overthinking mind got in her was she lifted herself into her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss on the blonde's cheek whispering a small "thank you" before letting her fingers slip from his grasp and begin to follow Alice's path up the stairs.
Esme was the first person to greet Alessia as she walked into the kitchen and she was gifted with another one of the motherly hugs that she always craved and looking over Esme's shoulder she exchanged a smile with Carlisle who was cooking over the burner. "That smells amazing for someone who doesn't eat Doc."
Rosalie strode into the room to greet the brunette next and before too long Emmet joined them and everyone sat around the room to talk about the secret that had been revealed to the girl sitting at the kitchen island while Carlisle and Esme cooked the Swan sisters food.
"So I know that you are all vampires, it's pretty obvious now that I know the facts, Jasper said that I am somehow weirdly connected to this but I didn't want to know anything more until I had you all here, you are like my family and I wanted you all to get to explain." She noted the warm look that was mirrored at her mention of family and continued her questioning. "Carlisle you were the lead surgeon when I was attacked by those wolves right?" After a nod she continues her question, "How did you manage that in your condition? I mean it must have taken incredible self control."
That was when the mood changed slightly and Rosalie piped up from her place next to Emmet "Alessia there's a reason we don't befriend humans, with the exception of Carlisle we can all find it difficult sometimes to be around humans because of the way they smell, we can hear their heartbeat and smell their blood through their skin and it can be hard for us to control ourselves around human blood when we are hungry, it's like drugs to us."
Alessia let her head fall into a slow nod before looking up and asking the million dollar question. "So how am I any different, why are you always able to spend time with me and how were you able to operate on me with that much blood present?"
This is when the entire family looked over the girls shoulder causing her to look back at the blonde boy stood in the doorway behind her, Jasper lifted his eyes to meet hers and after seeing her miniscule nod, her physical cue to say 'it's okay, I want you to tell me' he let the words slide into the room in his southern drawl.
"Darlin', your blood has no scent, we can't smell it at all."
The admission brought a confused laugh out of Alessia before she noticed the silence that surrounded her, "wait, you guys are serious?" Carlisle turned off the stovetop and walked around the kitchen island to stand in front of the teenager, "Alessia you blood can't be smelled by anyone in this family, we can smell other things, your vanilla shampoo, you perfume, but other than that it's like if we were smelling another vampire."
The shock was clearly evident on her face and the shock seemed to melt into an overwhelmed emotion because before she could fully wrap her mind around it she felt a soft cold hand slip into hers and begin to pull her away from the kitchen, her mind pulled away from her racing thoughts to focus on the short, pixie-like girl who brought her out onto a balcony facing the dense forest that the house was situated in the middle of.
"you guys really live in the most beautiful place," she spoke softly letting her hand fall out of Alice's grip to wind her arm around her waist in a hug that eased the thoughts racing through her mind. Another pair of hands sat on her shoulders as the door closed behind them and Jasper let out a laugh, "you looked like a goldfish in there." His laughter only increased when the brunette faked outrage and smacked him on the chest. "Oh yeah? When is the last time I told you the details of the reason I didn't want to murder you?"
"ouch Alessia, you wound me."
"oh whatever, get over it"
Alice smiled fondly at the two her eyes glazing over and her body stopping still as her mind flickered with images that she had never seen before.
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A bright sunlit hotel room with a record player
Mirrors in front of a fire
Running through the woods
Flame red hair and pure white snow
An open field
The warm sun
A sparkling smile
A beautiful bride
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Her focus was brought back to the present by the duo in front of her laughing and talking again.
"I'm bitter and complicated, it's one of my charms," Alessia answered whatever question Jasper asked that Alice wasn't paying attention to.
"I don't think you know what either of those words mean, or how to count."
Alice stepped in with her own giggle that emulated music and started pulling Alessia towards the balcony's edge, "ever climbed a tree before?"
The girl in question's face dropped before she tried to slowly back away from her friend who was now smiling at her like a mad woman, "no no no absolutely not, when I die it's gonna be when someone 'Julius Ceasers' me in the back after I inevitably betray them, not because two vampires thought it would be funny to push me out of their favourite pine tree." Her rant was followed by Alice's amused scoff and tightening grip as Jasper grabbed hold of Alessia's waist before hoisting her over the balcony's railing and onto the nearest branch ripping a tiny squeal out of the girl who would deny she ever made the sound for the rest of time, "Come on, this will be fun."
"You are not my favourite person today."
"He is never your favourite person, I am." Alice quipped before stepping from the railing onto the branch before her and when Jasper joined them in the tree both siblings gripped their friend securely, to let her know they wouldn't let her fall as they lead her through the trees talking as they spent time walking from branch to branch their laughter echoing through the woods.
After the trio spent an hour traipsing through the treetops Alice veered them off to a branch that lead them back onto the balcony and in through the double glass doors to see Edward and Bella had joined the kitchen posse and Alessia sat down just in time for Edward to point out that Bella had already eaten before she got here and lead the girl in question out of the room and up the stairs while Bella scrambled to explain herself, but before they could disappear from earshot Alessia managed to call out her annoying big sister spiel to "use protection" and "keep the door open", she even broke out the old "leave 6 inches for the holy spirit!" Which caused everyone in the room to chuckle at her clear distaste for the thought of Edward taking her baby sister away to what she assumed to be his bedroom to "corrupt her".
With the remaining Cullen's and Swan girl left in the kitchen Alessia clapped her hands together which pulled Esme's slightly hurt gaze (though she would never show it) onto her as she let her big smile grace her face,
"What's for lunch mommy Esme, I'm absolutely starving."
~ A/N ~
Hello my dudes,
We are over halfway through the first part of my Twilight Rewrite and I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying it .
I was compelled to write this after re-watching the movies and realising how much better they would be if Edward and Bella's relationship wasn't so goddamn creepy... But this book isn't about them 😊
This is about my own OC and her relationships with the other various side characters that were done so dirty when the movies gave them the emotional characteristics of a foam board.
Also I adore Jasper and as much as I love him and Alice together in the movies he is my man crush monday and I wanted to give them the 'siblings-who-are-best-friends-and-would -literally-die-for-each-other-ride-or-die-my -dude' relationship.
So yeah, enjoy the rest of the story and I hope you all enjoy,
Aoife Xx
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You are all I’ve got ,Austin// Chapter 3: Bennie
‘Maya, what time you said you will be there ?’ I asked, carrying mugs with coffee to the living room.
‘We didn’t agree to a specific time, later afternoon sometime. He said he will be at his place’ Maya shouted from the bedroom.
‘Don’t leave it to late, better get ready and let’s go. The faster we are done with this, the better’ I sat on the sofa sipping my coffee.
She is insane to do this, she could’ve asked him to help her with the old bike, the one dad has in the garage. Why did she have to agree to a bloody date ?!
‘I am ready, but we are not going until I talk to Austin. I promised that I won’t go without talking to him before. He should text me any minute now’ She walked to the living room. Wow! Is that my sister? She looked completely different, sharp. She straightened her hair, skinny black jeans, grey tank top with a sports bra underneath. Heavy dark makeup made her look like she isn’t messing around. ‘ Should I add red lippy? What do you think?’
‘ Well you already look sharp, I wouldn’t want to be on your bad side, but yeah I guess if you want’ I laughed
‘I need to look credible like one of them; otherwise, I can raise suspicions. I thought about shorts, but this asshole doesn’t deserve the view’ she said, putting lipstick on when her phone rang. ‘ Is Austin, she smiled and sat down on the sofa next to me looking at the phone.
She looked disconnected from her surroundings like nothing else existed apart from the guy on the other side of the phone. I sat there shitting my pants getting less and less convinced that this is s a good idea. I needed to make sure that she is focused.
‘He told me to take a knife’ She said still looking at the phone
‘Knife!? You don’t need it to pull his hair, you have pepper spray, is that not enough? Plus you are a self-defence expert you don’t need a knife.’
‘I will take a small one from the kitchen, just in case. Better safe than sorry. I promised him. Plus He knows Bennie better, he is a criminal, could be unpredictable. Few self-defence classes from dad don’t make me an expert. I can kick his ass, but if he pulls a gun on me, I need something more than pepper spray’ she said lacing her camp boots. ‘ Let’s go, I don’t want to wait any longer’ She got up from the sofa, grabbed her leather jacket and run to the kitchen to grab a knife.
Drive was long, and we were getting nowhere near the place. Maya was quiet, with nose in her phone. She was looking at the Lovelink messages
‘You will drain the battery, you will need it later. Austin will be checking if you are ok for sure and I don’t have a charger here’ She locked her screen.
‘Did you speak to Olivia recently? Did you guys managed to clear the air?’ Olivia and I broke up a few weeks before and we didn’t end it on good terms. Five years ago, we met on a dating app, I always knew that Olivia isn’t the type of woman who commits, she was always very reserved and cold. I never thought that she could just leave me, because of her career, just like that after five years, pack her bags and move to another country. We had plans to start a family, but she told me she never wanted one, she knew this was always my biggest dream. The fact that I moved on so quickly proved me she wasn’t the one.
‘No, we didn’t speak since the fight. Maybe that’s for better I don’t need her toxic attitude right now. I only wish I could have back the five years I wasted on her. I could use it for someone worth it.’
‘ True, you don’t need someone like that in your life. To bitch around all the time, if you can’t be yourself around her what’s the point. The fact that she never told you she didn't want kids was horrible. Is not like you never asked her, you’ve been planning it, and suddenly she just gets a job in Canada and moves out, without considering you or your feelings. ‘
‘Yeah… anyway I moved on. I still have time to settle down, this time with the right person. I tried that app of yours. If my sister found love there, I should give it another go.’
‘ That’s great! You need to move on. Did you met anyone interesting already?’
‘I am chatting with a few girls. One wanted me to fly to Ibiza to see her, I mean sorry but I am not that fast, she is pretty but a bit wild to my taste and looks like trouble, had to unmatch her too much like Olivia. There is one girl Angel, she seems sweet, we just started talking, so it is difficult to say where this will go, but she looks like my type. I might give it a go. I need someone gentle and peaceful after Olivia’
‘That’s amazing Shaun, peaceful is definitely someone you need. I hope it works out for you, you have a soft spot for wild girls, but quiet and sweet is what you really want. Let me know how it goes with her ‘She looked out the window, her smile dropped, and I felt the familiar worry in my chest. Something is bothering her.
‘Spill it sis, what’s bothering you?
She sighed still looking out the window ‘ Do you think that Austin and I will ever be together? Let’s say that this thing today will work, I will get Bennie’s hair, and they will accept it as evidence. What then? ‘
‘Then he will get released, and he will be free. Everything is going to be alright, you will see.’
‘ I am scared Shaun… scared that I will lose him. I know it’s insane, I never met him, never touched or looked in his eyes, never heard his voice, but I feel like I love him. Am I stupid to feel this way? To love someone I never met? ‘
‘I know you love him. I can see it every day, and I can assure you what you are feeling now is just the start. Wait until you meet. He managed to do more for you in six weeks while in prison than we did in five months. You finally started to smile again, you get up every morning ready for the day, and you stopped your meds, that’s massive progress. I feel like old Maya is back again, so be positive about it. You two will be together. I don’t know why, but I can feel it.’ I grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
‘Maybe Gemma is right, maybe we don’t have a future’ She said quietly with her head down looking at her hands.
‘With all the respect, Maya but Gemma is an idiot! What she said was out of proportion, friends don’t say things like this. Plus that’s pure bullshit! I am so annoyed with her, she is acting like a child, she has no clue what you feel, never did, never cared. That girl is selfish and cares only about herself. The only thing is on her mind is dicks and money. Good looking guys so she can show off, what hotties she can pull off…Did I told you that I spoke with Greg the other day?... She is using him to get a promotion she wants your position. Greg is a smart guy; he knows what game she is playing. So don’t tell me about Gemma and being right. She doesn't know shit about anything.’ God, I hate that girl so much!
‘ I just don’t understand what is wrong with her recently, why would she said that? She is my friend. I thought that she wants me to be happy. I helped her with Greg, and now I’m feeling awful for doing it. I am not worried about my position, Gerg knows she can’t do it. But I’m worried she will lose her job because of this stupid behaviour.’
‘She is clearly not the friend you think she is. But you talk to her, see what’s her problem. And don’t believe what, she says. You and Austin have a future if you believe it, it is possible. We will get him out one way or another.’
We spent the rest of the journey in silence.
‘ We are here. I will park there so the car can’t be seen ‘ I turned off the lights, and I parked the car behind the block.
‘Ok, it’s time ‘ she took a deep breath. ‘ Don’t get out of the car no matter what, stay here. If I’m not back in half-hour call the police’, She opened the car door to get out.
‘ Sis’ I grabbed her hand, she looked at me. I could see she was scared. ‘ Kick his bastard ass, for Austin. Get the hair and get out, don’t hang around. And please be careful’ she smiled and closed the door.
There she was, walking like a badass she was. This whole Luke experience made her much stronger. One year with an abusive junkie boyfriend who would sell his mother for drugs if that was an option, but it was easier to steal from his girlfriend. She tried to help him many times and send him to rehab, but he had no intention to go. When she tried to break up with him, he wanted to kill them both driving the car into the river, she was so lucky to get out of this in one piece, he didn’t. He drowned in seconds. Maya blamed herself for his death, she thought she could do more to save him.
But as a consequence she suffered from depression for months, only a few weeks ago she stopped to take her meds. It’s such a relief to see her smile again. I really hope this whole Austin is worth her efforts and is not just playing her just to save his ass.’
I sat in the car, waiting for her. Twenty minutes later I saw her running towards the car Fuck! Is that blood? I opened the passenger door, her hand was covered in blood, and she had a cut on her forehead.
‘ What the fuck happened !? Are you hurt?! ’ I shouted passing her tissues to clean her hands
‘I have it!’ She grabbed the tissues.
‘Maya, why do you have blood on your hands? What happened !? Answer me!
‘I stabbed him’ the calm in her voice was terrifying. Why she is so calm?!
‘What you mean you stabbed him?! Maya, did you kill him!?’ At this point, I was losing my shit.
‘Shaun, focus! Start the fucking car and drive! We need to take his filthy hair to the police station! There is no time to waste… Bennie will be fine. He was so buzzed he won’t remember I was here. Just drive for fuck sake!’
‘But you stabbed him! He could be dead! This wasn’t a part of the plan! ‘ I started the car panicking.
‘ Do you really think that I could kill someone with this pussy knife? Calm down Shaun, focus on the road, we are about an hour away from the open police station, we have no time to waste.’ She started to clean her head from the blood.
‘ He smashed my head on the door I had to do something, plus I couldn’t just look at him standing there, knowing that Austin spent seven years in prison because of him. This was stronger than me. It was only a scratch he will be fine.’ She put Bennie’s hair in a small bag and put back in her pocket.
‘The most important is you have it, it will be downhill from now on.’
‘Fuck!Fuck!’ she shouted, smashing her phone on her knee ‘My funking phone is flat! I need to let Austin know I am fine.’ She was panicking
‘ They should have a charger at the station, we can ask. Is late he won't be able to read your message anyway.’ I tried to calm her down.
I drove way over the limit, just to get there as fast as possible.
Once we arrived, a police officer took Maya’s details, the hair and asked us to wait.
‘ Did you make sure they let the prison know as soon as possible?’ I asked, passing her coffee.
‘Yes, he said they already did. They took the hair to the lab to be tested, but that will take a few hours. We need to wait for a little while, I need to sign some documents, and they need to put my details in the system… I wish they had a bloody charger. I have a bad feeling Shaun, something is not right.’
They let us go around seven in the morning. Bennie’s DNA was in the lab, so there was no need for us to sit there and wait. Maya was anxious, the whole journey home. I tried to calm her down, but I knew something was wrong, we could feel it in the air.
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If It’s Convenient For You, Pt. 5
Here it is! The short-awaited part 5! It took me forever to even think of something I’m so sorry dolls. But this one is more of a mess around thing I guess? It’s kind of fillerific and not totally necessary. I really hope you guys enjoy
Word Count: 2,069
Pairing: BakugoXReader
Warnings: Swearing, blood
@chims-kookies @velvet-kissesss you said you had post notifs on but I’ll tag you just in case!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6
Holy shit. All you could feel was relief. They were finally here.
He hopped off the roof and landed terrifyingly close to the man, wrapping a hand around his throat.
"If you don't, we're gonna have a problem," he growled. The man looked absolutely terrified, trembling under his grip.
It was honestly a little terrifying to watch the ferocious, untamed smile consume Bakugo's face.
You watched a hand reach out for Bakugo's arm
.
"I wouldn't if I were you. I have some bad news," His tone took on a quality you'd never heard in a voice before.
"There's no way you're winning." His free hand began to crackle with little explosions.
"Now!" He yelled and you watched excitedly as a path of ice began creeping toward them both. Bakugo jumped away at the last second as the ice encased the man's ankles and knees, then his waist and arms, leaving only his head exposed.
"What the-?"
"Only idiots concentrate on one enemy at a time. Idiots and bad villains."
All his struggling was to no avail as Todoroki strolled casually around the corner, hands in his pockets.
"Get the others out of here. The police are on their way."
Bakugo scoffed. "I'm already on it." His arms crossed as he plodded toward the building, a scowl on his face.
"Are you all right?" Todoroki bent over you curiously.
"Uh, well, not really."
"Hmm. Let's get this wound taken care of." He knelt near your bad leg and you winced as he picked up the hem of your skirt.
There was no time for him to do anything; a sudden explosion erupted from the building, blowing out the windows and shaking the ground.
Todoroki was quick to shield you from the glass, a wall of ice covering the two of you. He let out a soft sigh as his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
"I didn't say blow up the building." His exasperated tone made you chuckle.
Kirishima rushed out from around the corner, breathless. "Dude! Did he- that wasn't the plan!" He surveyed the damage. "Jeez." He ran in yelling for Bakugo, who met him at the door screeching.
"What did you do?"
"Those assholes tried to take me hostage!"
"So? You blew up the building! Overkill, man."
Their arguing voices carried in the wind. Your eyelids grew heavy as the other two dealt with the fallout of Bakugo's temper tantrum. You didn't even realize how tired you were, leg throbbing in an excruciating pain you couldn't deal with right now.
"Is he always this hard to handle?"
Todoroki's expression told you everything you needed to know.
The vibrations of Bakugo's heavy steps fell across the asphalt and Todoroki's wall of ice melted.
"Whatever! I took care of it, didn't I? There were no other people in there!" Bakugo yelled back.
"No! You didn't! You wanted to run in blasting first and asking questions later! And we told you that was stupid because there were bystanders and a hostage, so you sulked in a corner! And then you did it anyway! Not manly! You could've hurt someone."
You surveyed Bakugo's face for any semblance of an answer. You'd seen him fight and rescue on TV many times. He was definitely smart and more than able to come up with a good plan. So why was he being so reckless now?
"Well, I didn't! Everyone is fine!"
Everyone? Even me, lying on the ground bleeding?
Maybe they'd decided your wound wasn't so lethal you needed immediate treatment. But even in the wake of that, it was almost like they were doing an exercise, not actually rescuing someone.
The ideas bounced off in your head while you acquired whiplash watching the two argue back and forth.
Are they not.. phased at all? I'm bleeding to death slowly!
"Excuse me!" Ther stopped to look at you, almost stunned you interrupted.
"I. Have. Been. Stabbed! And I'm bleeding profusely! Can someone please do literally anything?" You scolded them with a pretty fiery passion.
Kirishima looked embarrassed as he sat you up against your car.
Not at all what I was going for, but this'll do.
Your arms crossed with a huff.
"Sorry we're late," Kirishima smiled. "I'm glad we meet again though." You couldn't help but smile. Kirishima's attitude was infectious.
"Again?" Bakugo muttered, confusion clear on his face. Even in your stupor, it didn't make it past you.
"Oh my god." You were nearly dumbfounded. His stupid-looking face told you everything you needed to know. This idiot didn't recognize you outside of the store.
"You-I-" Your head turned to Kirishima for some assistance, but he was hopelessly embarrassed.
"Dude. She's the girl from the convenience store," he strained, eyebrows raising and scrunching together.
"Oh, this is that brat?" He gave you a lazy once-over.
"I swear to god if I could stand I'd fight you right now."
"Can you get her out of here Katsuki? She's bleeding pretty bad and you can get to the hospital faster than an ambulance. We'll handle the police and..the people. And probably the news." Kirishima helped you stand up finally, bracing you against his side.
Bakugo took a look around the parking lot for a moment.
"Trying to run away?" You joked. "I'm not that awful to be around." Your words didn't even register as he pulled the headband off Kirishima and ripped it in two in one smooth motion.
"Hey!"
"Hush."
He knelt down and wrapped half of the band around the top of your leg as a tourniquet and you had to do everything in your power not to buckle under the feel of his warm hands ghosting your thigh.
He's not even going to ASK!?
You were lucky you had Kirishima's waist to dig into or a hand probably would've ended up grabbing Bakugo's messy hair. You were certain your red face was a dead giveaway as his fingertips grazed your skin lightly to tie a knot in the fabric. And in your stomach.
He wrapped the other half around the wound itself twice as gently as before. You shrieked a little as he looked up, not bothering to stand quite yet.
"How's that?" His voice suddenly grew soft, which wasn't doing you any favors.
"It's- fine," the words barely crossed your lips. You were in a daze, his questioning red eyes holding you hostage.
"Good. I don't need you bleeding all over my clothes." He took more liberties with Kirishima's clothing, ripping his sleeve off of his shirt and cleaning all the blood off your leg that wasn't dried.
You nearly lost your mind as he stood back up, towering over you, arms outstretched as he wrapped one around your shoulder and picked up your legs.
You didn't even have time to react to his snide comment before a tingle shot up your back and you were forced to swallow whatever words you were about to say.
His hands were so insanely warm and soft. The heat mixed with the cold air and you felt goosebumps on your arms and neck, though you were certain it had almost nothing to do with the temperature. You buried your face in his shoulder, hoping maybe he just wouldn't notice your reddening cheeks and shivers.
"Try not blow her up too. Or steal her clothes,"Kirishima chided, motioning to his lack of sleeve.
"Yeah yeah. Wouldn't dream of either."
Did you like that he said that? Every passing moment made you more curious to find out.
He took off into the night, bounding effortlessly, the moon giving a slight illumination to his still face. You dared sneak a peek at his features and damn if he wasn't just as beautiful as he was the other day, no trace of anger in his face.
A soft gasp crossed your lips and his eyes flicked to the side.
"Nervous?" He asked.
"No. Well, maybe a little." Your breath was catching in your throat but it wasn't because of any airtime.
"You're not gonna get sick or somethin' are you?"
"Wh-no! I wouldn't dream of it." Your eyes trailed down to his jawline. You were pressed so close to his face. It was driving you mad how little distance you had to close to press your lips against his neck.
Don't do anything stupid. Don't do anything embarrassing.
But you didn't feel your hands unclasp themselves. You didn't feel yourself reaching for the side of his face, hand connecting with soft skin. You didn't even realize you were staring at him with your mouth half open in awe of how gorgeous he really was. But he did.
"You better watch yourself, you fucking idiot. Don't touch me like that," he growled, eyes darting to you in warning before snapping back to the endless night in front of him.
You were sure you were a million degrees hotter than a second ago, letting out a squeak of shame.
What the actual fuck am I thinking? Fucking idiot is right! If you're gonna be the worst can't you at least wait until you can get away?
The wind kicked up as your embarrassment soared far beyond what you were sure was appropriate for one person to feel.
"Uh, yeah. If you wanna just literally drop me, just like, right on the ground so I can die, that'd be cool."
When in doubt, vocally wish for death!
It seemed a bit carried by the wind, but you could've sworn you heard some sort of noise resembling a laugh from his chest.
Did he just- did I make him laugh? Was that a fucking laugh?
There wasn't much time to ponder.
"Don't tempt me, stupid woman. You're just lucky I'm used to people thinking I'm pretty."
You immediately opened your big stupid mouth to remark. " Too bad you're not used to people thinking you're bearable to be around."
With that you felt both his hands clench bruisingly on your skin.
"You talk a lot of shit for someone who couldn't fight off one dude with a knife."
"And you talk the perfect amount of shit for someone I'd consider an asshole. What's your point?" You sassed, rolling your eyes as he landed in front of the hospital.
Without warning he pulled his arm out from under you, forcing you to land on your good foot. Luckily you were paying attention. A stinging sensation buzzed at your ankle and the warmth from him was gone, leaving you frigid and angry.
"Ow! Asshole! What would you have done if I landed on my other leg and died right here?" His stare was almost incredulous as you kept yourself latched to his shoulders.
You really were wishing for death, perhaps in the form of a meteor striking earth. You were glad he shook off the minute before this one, but you would be fine if you never saw him again.
"You're so fucking dramatic. Let go of me." He picked your lingering arm off his shoulders.
"Cool. Guess I'll just hobble into the hospital then."
He rolled his eyes and picked you up again, much more roughly than before. A feeling of warmth shot through you and your eyes fluttered closed.
"Wow. Such a brat," He scoffed. He trudged up the walkway quickly, probably eager to get rid of you.
Maybe..you were a little bit of a brat.. you didn't finish the thought as you fell asleep within seconds. No longer flying through the air meant you were truly warm and the pain in your leg was finally returning to a dull throb.
"Oi! Wake up!" Bakugo's gruff voice startled you awake just before he tossed you into a wheelchair like you were a beanbag of sorts.
"Jesus! Are you this rough with everyone you have to save?"
"Most of them are smart enough to not give me so much damn sass. Or they aren’t awake. You're obviously not that seriously injured if you can't keep your mouth shut. So we'll wait for a room."
We?
Your arms crossed as he wheeled you into the hospital.
How does this asshole stay in business? What agency looked at this dude and said 'yeah, no liabilities here!'
He checked in at the front desk and surprisingly sat down next to you, crossed arms matching your own.
Was he really going to not only deny you emergency services, but annoy you the whole time you were waiting, too?
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The Demon's Bride
Demon Finn Balor x OC
Rated: M
Warning: smut, daddy kink,angst, and a bit of fluff.
A/N: This is what I previewed awhile back and I finally finished it. I really hope you enjoy it.
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Humberto lead me to his doorway, "This seems weird. I normally walk the girl home. Are you sure I can't?" He asked.
"Yeah," I told him. "My roommate hate when I bring dates home."
He nodded in an understanding way. We stood together in the doorway in silence for awhile. "I had a great time." He said breaking the silence.
"I did too." I smiled up at him. He slowly leaned in to kiss me. I felt his soft lips hit mine. It felt amazing. Suddenly, he pulled away and started choking. He was coughing up blood.
"Humberto?" I said shocked backing up. He collapsed to the ground. I kneeled down beside him. I went to feel for his pulse. Nothing.
Snap, went a tree branch behind me. I quickly twirled around. That's when I saw it. A sinister smile standing up on the rooftop. It looked like the cheshire cat smile glowing in the darkness.
A normal person would be terrified. I wasn't though. I knew exactly who that smile belonged to.
"Balor." I hissed underneath my breathe. The smile grew a bit before slowly disappearing into the darkness.
I sighed, looking down at the body on the ground. "He has to ruin everything for me. I am sorry you had to go like that." I said brushing his hair out of his face.
I walked over to a building before creating a doorway to walk through. As I walked in, my outfit changed from my dark ripped jeans, black tank, with a leather jacket, to a simple purple dress that fell to my feet. A simple crown appeared on my head. The room around me also changed from a quiet residential street to an old stone palace.
"Finn Balor," I yelled as soon as I entered the throne room where I saw the demon sat on his throne. I could tell by his face he had been waiting for me. A smile crept on his face as he saw me walk up to him.
"Is that anyway to address your king?" He asked.
I wasn't in the mood to play his games. "Why do you always have to kill them? Humberto did nothing to you."
"He did. You forget, my queen, I not only saw that little kiss he gave you, but what he was thinking about." His eyes were dark.
"It's none of your business what he wants to do with me. You had no right to dig around in his head."
In a blink of an eye, he moved from his throne to right in front of my face. "My dear, Serena, you seem to forget. You are mine for all of eternity." His hand fell under my chin, making me look into his red eyes. "No one else gets to have you." He growled.
I smacked his hand away, "But everyone else can have you. I know you stray away from me. It's a double standard to let me do the same."
Finn pushed me hard against the wall, "You have gotten so mouthy lately. I don't know where this coming from. Or the sudden need to run around in the mortal world with mortal men."
"Maybe you bore me." I told him raising an eyebrow. "I need the help of mortals to get off."
He took me off the wall, only to slam me harder. Anger filling his eyes, "You little liar. There is no one better than me, especially a mortal."
"They do posse something you seem to forget."
"And what would that be?" He asked his head cocked to the side.
"You forget how to make love. To touch me like I am more than a fuck toy. You haven't done that in centuries."
He chuckled softly, "You actually think those dumb mortals love you." He shook his softly
"More than you do."
"You are still naive as the day, I met you, Serena." He taunted. "You think 500 years in hell with me would have changed that.
"It has. I am not naive anymore. You ripped that from me when you got my soul and my heart."
"And I made you my queen. You are so ungrateful." Balor tsked at me. "I could have dumped your soul away like the rest of them."
"Sometimes I wish you would have. Those souls have more freedom being thrown away like trash than you give me. I am nothing but a sex slave to you."
"A sex slave who gets to wear the crown. A mortal soul who gets to live forever with one of the most powerful demons in all of hell. How ungrateful are you." He shook his head. With a swoop of his hand he pushed me on my knees. "I think you need a reminder of how lucky you are." He grabbed a chunk of my golden blonde hair. "First you will suck daddy off and than you will spend the night in the dungeon for your disobedience."
As much as I hate this man, I couldn't help feel my desire for him spread when he dominated me. "Yes, master." I said pulling out his thick penis as I pulled it into my mouth. He always tasted amazing. Better than any human could. I almost missed it when I was gone.
He groaned holding me close to him so he could force himself deeper down my throat.
"Such a good girl. You're mouth is still one of the most amazing I have had." He cooed as he thrusted hard. Tears filled my eyes as I gagged on him. He didn't care though. He just kept pushing until he got his release making me swallow every last drop.
"Rollins, get her. Take her down to the dungeon. She is spending the night there." He said throwing me to the side.
Seth, one of the king's hands, helped me up by my arm and lead me down to the dungeon.
The dungeon was dark and wet, and had a horrible smell. It was like the a mix of mold and sweat. My feet were bare against the stone floor. You'd think in hell that the floor would be burning hot, but the stones in the were still ice against my feet.
Seth opened the iron gates and threw me inside locking it behind me. I hit the cold ground with a thud. I glared at him as he walked back out. "I swear he sucks Finn's dick more than I do." I said shaking my head. I sat down in the corner of the cell. This wasn't my first time being sent down here. I had run off to the mortal world before. It was hard not to. I missed the mortal world. Even though, it wasn't anything like I remember and everyone I knew had been dead for years. I knew that was something I would be sacrificing when I gave Balor my soul, but at the time, it didn’t matter to me. I was madly in love with Finn and I thought he loved me too. I began to question if he had ever really loved me or if I had just been a naive. The thought even sounded crazy. A demon falling in love. It felt real back than. The passion he kissed me with was like nothing else. When he asked me to be his forever. I couldn't turn it down. I sold him my soul bonding me to him in hell for all eternity.
I heard an eerie laugh rang through the dungeon. I looked up from where I was sitting to see a body appear with a twisted smile. "What you doing here, princess?" The voice belonged to Bray Wyatt.
"Go away, Bray." I hissed at him. "How are you even down here? I thought the dungeon blocked powers."
With a blink of an eye, he was sitting next to me. He wrapped his arm around me pulling me close. I grimaced slightly. "Weak powers like yours. I, on the other hand, am stronger."
I rolled my eyes, “Well, put your powers to good use and get out of here.” I pushed him off me. He flashed over to the other side of the room leaning against the stone wall.
“Now, what did sweet little Serena do to get herself locked in here? Playing around in the mortal world again?” He patronized me.
“It’s none of your business.” I snapped at him. “Don’t you have something better to do than bug me.”
He smiled, “Am I getting on someone’s nerves? My, you must have been a bad girl. Messing around with mortals. Why do you mess around with them when there are tons of demons who would love to have a pretty girl like you.” He stalked over by me. He put his fingers underneath my chin lifting me onto my feet by it. "Isn't that why you sold your soul to the demon king himself? To be fucked by a demon."
“I don’t want anyone of you.” I spat. “You guys lack any true emotion like love. I would just be another bang to you. You all just want to fuck me to get something over the king."
Bray laughed softly, "Love is a stupid emotion. Did you honestly think a demon could love?"
I looked down at the floor. "Once upon time."
He shook his head, "such a naive little girl. The demon king has had many queens before you. Most likely he will have many after you." He stated. "Were you really that stupid to think he would only love you for all of eternity? You're time is running short, sweet Serena. He is probably looking for a new bride as we speak."
I felt hot tears burn in my eyelids. I couldn't help myself, but let them fall. "You lie!" Was all I could get out as my sobs began to take over.
"Get out of here before Finn finds you here."
Bray shook his head chuckling softly. "I hope when he gets bored of you, he lets us play with you when he is finished. I can't wait, dear sweet Serena." He said cupping my face in his hand. "I'll be waiting." He said as he slowly disappeared. I dropped to the ground letting my tears fall. I knew about the other queens and how Finn had gotten bored of them. Did I really believe I would be different? I might have lasted the longest, but that meant nothing. Maybe he had already found a new bride to replace me. What if he is just waiting for her to sell her soul than throw me to the dogs like Bray.
I heard footsteps coming near to me. I groaned hoping that it wasn't Bray coming back to mess with my head more. Thankfully, it was Seth. He opened the iron gates to let me out. "The king would like to speak with you."
I nodded whipping my tears fast before I got off the floor. Seth raised an eyebrow when he noticed, but he didn't say anything. Just gently grabbed my arm leading me backup to the throne room.
"Your queen, your majesty." Seth said bowing to Finn who was sitting on his throne. His black robe draped around his neck. He
Finn looked me up and down as I stood there next to Seth. He nodded slowly, "thank you. Now leave me alone with her. Don't let anyone come in."
Seth nodded quickly leaving the room. I heard the heavy close behind him. I looked back up to Finn just in time for him to gesture me to come towards him. I sighed deeply as I moved towards his throne.
"I can tell you have been crying. Why?" He asked me. A hand reaching out to grab me closer. I pulled my hand away fast causing him to hiss."Still haven't learned your lesson have you? Do I need to have Seth go take you back?" I shook my head fast. "Than answer my question. Why have you been crying? I know it wasn't the dungeon."
I sighed, "I wasn't alone in the dungeon. Bray Wyatt came and visited me in there."
Finn grabbed both my hands pulling me close. "What did he say? Did he touch you?"
"He just told me that when you're done with me, he hopes you let me play with him. He said my time as your queen is almost done."
Finn chuckled slightly, "I would have figured with how you were acting that would be thrilled to be rid of me." He rubbed his thumb across my knuckles. "Be free of this place."
I shook my head, "Not to be thrown to the dogs at least." I sighed. "I still love you, Finn. I just act out cause it doesn't seem like you do anymore. You barely talk to me unless it's for sex. I meant it when I said you treat me like a sex toy. Maybe Bray was right and you are bored of me. Maybe, you found a new queen to take my place and are just waiting for her to sell her soul to you." I could feel tears begin to fall again. I couldn't stop them.
Finn stood up still holding my hands. He sighed looking into my eyes as he let go my hands, cupping his hands around my face. He whipped a few of the stray tears with his thumb. "There is no one else to replace you. You are the only one for me. Trust me, I have tried. You make me so mad sometimes I really do want to feed you to the dogs, but then I can't think of my life without you in it. I try to replace you with other women, but at the end of the day. You are all I want. That's why it makes me so angry when you run off with mortals. I am scared you regret selling your soul to me.”
I shook my head, “Well, sometimes. When you treat me like garbage I do. You make me just as angry.”
His eyes weren’t red this time. I had avoided them the whole conversation, but now I looked into his soft blue eyes. “Bray told me, I was foolish to think that a demon could love me.”
“He is trying to get in your head. He likes to play mind tricks on mortals.” Finn said with a sigh. “He is wrong. I am the foolish one. I have never fallen in love with a mortal til I fell in love with you. I don’t think I was in love with any of my other queens. Them I used as sex toys. Not you. Never you.”
“Why have you been treating me so badly than?”
“Stress? I don’t know. We are at war. Sometimes I don’t want to just sit around and talk. I just want to have sex and get my stress out.” He shrugged. “I am sorry. I truly am. ” He pulled me closer to kiss me. He kissed me softly.
“A demon saying sorry. I am shocked.” I giggled as I pulled away.”
“Don’t tell anyone. You might ruin my reputation as the king.” He laughed back. “Now,” he said his blue eyes turning darker. “I still haven’t finished your punishment.” He said as pulled the strings on his robe. He let it fall to the floor exposing all, but a small cloth that covered his sex. I bite my lip looking at his body. Even if I have seen it a million times, just the sight of his six pack makes me weak in the knees. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me close as the room started to fade and their bedroom started fade in.
I raised my eyebrow. "Didn't you say you were punishing me. Why are we in the bedroom?"
"Oh, I can still punish you here." He said turning me around so my back was to him.. He untied the back of my dress letting it fall to the floor. He kissed my shoulder blades gently as his arms wrapped my waist moving up to my breasts. He twisted her nipples. I moaned leaning my head back onto his chest. He pushed me towards the bed. I fell on my stomach onto the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He commanded. I did as he said. He rubbed my ass gently before he smacked it hard. I yelped grabbing the sheets. He barely gave me time to recover before he smacked it again. He did it til my ass felt numb. He grabbed me by hair pulling me up. He reached around rubbing my clit gently. “Did you learn your lesson about running away from me?”
“Yes,” I moaned out.
He smacked my pussy hard. “What was that?”
I yelped, “Yes, daddy.” I repeated.
“Good girl,” He said rubbing my folds before slipping a finger in. He still held me tight by my hair against his chest. I started to rock my hips on his finger trying to get him to move them faster. He pulled out completely. He whispered into her ear, “Don’t move or else.” He pushed me back down on the bed getting me back on all fours. He rammed his cock deep inside me. He put his hands on hips to get himself to go deeper in me. I screamed in pleasure as I felt him hit my g-spot. With his brutal pace that he had set, I knew it wouldn’t last long.
“Daddy, may I cum?” I asked him as I felt my walls start to close around him.
“Since you asked nicely. I will let you cum.” He said reaching over to rub her clit. I screamed as I felt an orgasm wash over me.
He flipped me over onto my back, hooking my legs around his waist. He pushed back into me and began moving at a slower pace. I moaned closing my eyes a bit. He bit my neck making my eyes open fast. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, baby doll. You wanted me to make love to you and now you got it.” I nodded quickly meeting his eyes. He began to pick up the pace moving back to a faster and harder pace.
“I am going to fill you up, baby. Fill you up full of my cum.”
"Please, daddy, please fill me up." I begged. His movements become sloppy as he started to cum inside me. My second orgasm started causing my legs to shake. I moved my hips a bit as a I rode it out. Once it was over, he stopped his motions putting my legs down. He collapsed next to me on the bed.
He pulled me close to him, "I love you, my queen and you will be mine and only mine for all of eternity." He smiled at me kissing my head. "No one in the world in heaven, hell, or Earth could replace you."
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Summer nights
Written for the “attacked in their sleep” prompt for @badthingshappenbingo and requested by anon. I’m sorry anon I wanted this to be more whumpy, but it ended up being pretty low stakes and kind of goofy! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also just to clarify Kailo’s like nineteen in this, everyone just calls him kid lol
Also on Ao3
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Kailo stared at the innkeeper, not fully understanding what she was saying. "What do you mean it's not enough? It was enough last night…”
“But it’s solstice week now, yeah? Everything’s gonna be pricier with all the tourists coming in.” The innkeeper gave him a sympathetic smile, but she was drumming her fingers along the bar like she was waiting for him to leave. “Listen honey, you should just go home. Your mom probably misses you.”
“But I…” He bit his lip. Home was so far away, and he didn’t come all the way to the city just to run away as soon as things got difficult. “Is there somewhere else nearby I could stay?” This had been the cheapest inn he could find, but there was so much of the city he hadn’t seen yet and he easily could've missed something.
But she just shrugged, already turning her attention to the next customers. “Might be. Good luck finding a place with an open room this late at the start of solstice week, though.”
And so Kailo found himself on the street again, pack slung over his shoulder, trying to stay positive. This isn’t the only inn in the city. There’s got to be somewhere with a room I can afford. Tomorrow he would wake up early and see what odd jobs he could pick up around the city. He just needed a place to crash for the night.
But the next three places he checked were completely full, and the two after that were even more expensive than the one he had left behind. He was starting to feel desperate. Each time he stepped back outside, the streets seemed a little bit emptier, the shadows a little bit darker. The owner of the last place he stopped had actually laughed in his face when he told them how much he could pay. He rubbed away the tears of embarrassment and frustration that pricked at his eyes. Why is everyone here so cruel?
As the night went on, exhaustion overcame any sense of self-preservation; he stopped looking at inns and started eyeing the secluded, winding alleys criss-crossing the city. It’s just one night… He could tuck himself somewhere out of the way and curl up for a few hours. Just enough to take the edge off his exhaustion. At least it’s not raining.
He eventually found a dead end behind what looked like a bakery, closed for the night. Maybe if I wake up early enough, they’ll give me some bread before they open for the day. Surely there had to be some kind people in this city. He curled up on the cool cobblestones, arms tightly wrapping his pack. The city was never truly silent, but here the sounds of the late night life became a sort of ambient background noise, muffled by the walls of the buildings surrounding him. He could see the crescent moon in the sky between the rooftops, and he could almost convince himself this was peaceful. Letting his eyes drift shut, he slowly fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Kailo woke with a start to the sensation of something tugging at the bag clutched in his arms. He jolted up to sitting and threw himself back, his mind struggling to catch up to where he was and what was happening. I slept outside, and now I’m not alone. He squinted in the dim moonlight and made out the figure of a man crouching at his side.
“Hey, don’t worry,” the man said in a voice that absolutely made Kailo worry. “I don’t have to hurt you. I just wanna see if you’ve got anything good in that bag.” The man advanced on him, reaching for the bag once again.
“I don’t have anything!” Kailo’s back hit the wall and he hugged his bag closer, eyes scanning the alley for some way out. He could only see the man looming over him, blocking his line of sight. He kicked out in desperation. “Get off of me! I swear I don’t have anything! Leave me alone!”
The man’s fist smashed into the side of his face, whipping his head against the wall as pain exploded across his cheek. Stunned, he sat helpless for a minute as he felt the bag being lifted out of his arms. No. Kailo shook the stars from his vision to see the man digging through the pack, counting out the small amount of money he had. Reaching back in to pull out the blanket from home.
“You don’t have anything?” The man held the blanket aloft, and Kailo froze. It was hand embroidered with the waves and foam of the sea, a gift from his mother, the only keepsake he had from home. He grabbed for it, but the man pushed him back down easily. “This is cute. Dunno if it’s worth much, but I’m sure someone would buy it.”
“No!” Fear forgotten, Kailo threw himself at the man. He had no clue how to fight, but he scrabbled at the man’s arms in an attempt to wrestle the blanket from him. An erratic fist collided with the man’s face, and Kailo felt a brief thrill of victory before he was slammed on his back, knocking all the air out of him.
“Now you’re pissing me off,” the man growled, and Kailo felt a cold bite at his neck that he realized was a knife. “This isn’t worth dying for, is it? Just let it happen, kid. Maybe you’ll be more careful where you sleep next time.” Kailo was scared to move under that knife, scared to even breathe, but he couldn’t let this man walk away with everything he owned.
“Hey, leave him alone!”
A voice rang out from the other end of the alley, and they both paused. The man eased off slightly to turn and look, and Kailo was able to lift his head to see a woman standing at the edge of the alley. Even as he was grateful for the distraction, his stomach dropped. Now this woman is going to get hurt too, because I was stupid enough to think I could move to this city by myself.
“Why don’t you mind your own fuckin’ business?” The man dropped Kailo’s things and stood to face the woman. Not taking his eyes off the scene unfolding in front of him, Kailo grabbed his bag, shoving the blanket back in, and scrambled back against the wall. He should run, or try to help, or do something, but he felt frozen.
As the woman stepped closer, Kailo managed to find his voice. He had to at least warn her that this man was dangerous. “Watch out! He has a knife!”
“I can see that,” the woman said with a laugh. “Do you even know how to use that thing?”
Why would she taunt him like that? Now the man was enraged, rushing towards her with the knife in hand. She wasn’t even moving, just watching the man with a smirk on her face as he got closer. Kailo was holding his breath, wondering if he was about to sit here and watch this woman get stabbed while he did nothing.
Instead, he blinked, and suddenly the man was sprawled on the ground, swearing, and the woman was kicking the knife out of his reach. How did she…? Kailo crept forward, torn between wanting to get a closer look and needing to get as far away as possible.
The man rolled over on the ground, clutching his arm. “What the fuck? What was that for?”
“That was for you running at me with a knife!” The woman snapped, heated. She picked up the knife and tossed it to Kailo. Too stunned to catch it, he let it slip between his fingers and clatter to the ground at his feet. “And stop bothering people when they’re trying to sleep,” she added, dragging the man back to standing. “Seriously, just go rob a fucking mansion or something if you need money. This is just embarrassing for you.”
“It was going fine until you decided to stick your nose in!” The man seemed a lot less intimidating now, and a lot more flustered.
“Well I did stick my nose in, so you’d better leave now.” The woman gave him a rough shove towards the street. “Unless you really want to try your luck against me, but let’s be real, we both know you would lose.” Kailo expected the man to attack again, but to his surprise, he instead continued out the alley and vanished onto the street.
Kailo stood rooted to the spot, trying to calm his frantic breathing. The woman walked over to him and looked him over. “You ok, kid?”
A thousand thoughts were racing through his mind—he could’ve killed you—he tried to rob me—are you ok?—I hate this city—but absurdly, the first thing to come out of his mouth was, “I’m not a kid!”
“Fair enough, sorry!” She smiled, and it was oddly comforting despite the streak of blood across her cheek. “But seriously, you seem pretty shaken up.”
Kailo realized he was clutching his pack to his chest like a lifeline, and he tried to relax himself. “I just...he was gonna kill me. And he could’ve killed you, and I don’t even know you!”
“What, that guy?” To his shock, the woman laughed. “Nah, he’s harmless. Thinks he’s cool because he can wave a knife around, but he really doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing.” Then she seemed to realize her comments weren’t making him feel any better, and her expression softened. “But hey...why are you out here so late anyway? Don’t you have a place to stay?”
“I…” Kailo looked down, scuffed the cobblestones with his foot. He was exhausted and terrified, and he wasn’t sure if he could trust her but she seemed honest enough. “Well, I was just staying in an inn, just for a little bit until I could find a place. But then they raised the prices and I couldn’t afford a room, so…”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Fucking tourist season. Sorry that had to happen to you. But listen, if you’re new here…” She paused, looking thoughtful. “I have a couch, you can totally come crash with me. Just for a little bit, so you can get your feet under you.”
“You would do that for me?” Part of his mind was telling him there had to be a catch, but he was just so tired and just wanted to be somewhere safe. “But you don’t even know me!”
“True, that would help!” The woman stuck out her hand in greeting, easy grin back on her face. “I’m Darya, nice to meet you!”
“I’m Kailo.” He shook her hand. “Thanks, by the way. For saving me back there.”
“Don’t even worry about it!” She headed back towards the street, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Come on, home’s not far from here, and I promise I have a really nice couch!” Kailo paused for a moment, slowly smiling despite his exhaustion. Then he followed her out onto the street and walked by her side, their forms casting long shadows in the glow of the lamplight.
#my writing#bad things happen bingo#bthb#attacked in their sleep#my oc: kailo#my oc: darya#'attacked in their sleep' aka kailo doesn't understand how to budget and darya adopts a stray#spoiler alert: he doesn't stay for 'just a little bit' they end up becoming bffs and living together for years#ou content
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I Prefer Your Love
A continuation to the Gat/Boss request I posed earlier today, because now we’re deep in the pain of Saints Row Three with Boss Ellis lol. Also, I’m just really having fun writing these two up, their relationship, everything. I really wanna go back and give them more Gat/Boss/Aisha time too (because I love Aisha dearly, and she really is the brains of the group, even if they won’t admit it every time lol.)
This is written pre-acquisition of Matt Miller in SR3 (aka about where I am in my current playthrough lol) but I plan to feature him in other fics with Boss Ellis!
Major TW for suicidal ideation, suicidal attempts via gang violence, and definitely PTSD that, for my boss, is dangerously undiagnosed (though to be fair, I think we could safely say that’s a dx for all the Saints.)
Also hey, wanna cry while reading this? Here’s the two songs I had most on repeat while writing this that by the end had me tearing up in how they relate to the fic and Ellis’ and Johnny’s relationship (also the first one is where I got the fic title from): https://open.spotify.com/track/0Snb87Z4Zdn6YFMicWA7gx?si=i_mPPaSlTJq_9LIUdsHw6A and https://open.spotify.com/track/0pY9xoiH9hNo166spIpQWt?si=HK5w7Y3YTNOuIFZv8RKxLw
My love to all who read/like/reblog!
His phone goes off mid-fire-fight, and he resists the urge to be too upset. When it rains it pours, and this pouring isn’t anything new.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Gosh, the sound of gunfire might give you a hint,” Ellis replies with a deep sigh as he swings around to take out another Decker. “Why?”
“No! I can hear you’re fighting, but where exactly are you?”
“By Nobody Loves Me, where are you?” he sasses back. “I’m busy.”
“Oh my god. We’ve been terrified, no one could find you last night-”
“Shaundi, can this wait?” he tries to sound sympathetic, but there’s none right now. “You guys didn’t even call me, or text. I checked my phone. It can’t have been that emergent.”
The line goes dead, and he focuses back on the fight. There are more Deckers than he expected, and he’s starting to notice the lightheaded sensation of blood loss and bullet wounds now, but so what?
Johnny would be proud of that, if he went down in a hail of bullets.
Before he can take out the latest Decker, a kid who looks too young to be out without his parents, let alone in a gang, he’s up and in the air.
“Oleg, put me the fuck down. I’m ending this.”
“They will end you my friend, if you stay. You can end things another day. For now, we need to get you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine!” his struggling means nothing to Oleg, not even as the butts of his dual-wielded pistols hit the man’s massive fists. “Put me the fuck down, now! That’s a goddamn order!”
But he’s in the back of a truck, still held gently by Oleg, who ignores his fussing, his spitting of literal blood, and it’s then that he starts to realize it’s rather hard not to choke on it.
“Stop talking,” Oleg finally says softly, and that’s the last thing he hears.
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The light is so bright, but he can see purple. Purple is good, if he could feel it, he’d know the texture, Johnny’s usual favorite jacket, the one he’d lend to Ellis whenever he got cold, the one he loved having him wear when they fucked, just the jacket and nothing else, and-
“Pierce?”
“Well goddamn. Sound more disappointed, why don’t you,” Pierce scolds him. His head is in Pierce’s lap. Why is he laying in Pierce’s lap?
Sitting up, especially quickly, is a terrible choice as it turns out, and he vomits into the bucket near the couch as he flops back down.
“Thankfully, I didn’t wear a nice suit today,” Pierce remarks wryly. “How you feelin’?”
“Like shit. But I felt like that before getting shot.”
“Yeah, but you got shot a lot. Like, enough that you shouldn’t be here. And you probably shouldn’t be here, in HQ right now, but we know you got your thing about hospitals, not wanting to wake up in ‘em, so we convinced the doctor to let you recover here. He’ll be coming by to check on you-”
The tears come before he can stop them. “Why did you do this?”
“The hell are you talking about?” Shaundi’s voice from behind the couch. “Do what? Save your ass?”
“I was so close to him,” Ellis whimpers. “I could taste it, in between the blood and the gun powder. I was almost with him again.”
They go silent except for a sharp intake of breath from Pierce. “Boss-”
“I was almost with him again!” he’s screaming and it hurts his chest, his lungs, but nothing hurts more than his heart right now. “And you took me away from him! How fucking selfish of you all-”
“Selfish?” Shaundi interrupts, with a shocked scoff. “Excuse me?”
He stands, but it hurts so bad he could pass out, but he fights off the darkness threatening to encroach on the corners of his vision, but he can’t stop moving now. “You fucking heard me. You took me away from my husband!”
“No one took you away from Johnny!” Shaundi’s voice is sharp in his ears, like a knife in his side. “Loren took Johnny away from us! You were just out there trying to get yourself killed, like you have a death wish or someth-”
She interrupts herself with a gasp, a hand flies to her mouth.
“Oh, don’t look so fucking surprised,” Ellis spits. “And I was this close to making it. I was going to see him again. Hold him again. Kiss him again, apologize for letting him die. And you fucks took that away from me.”
He ignores the footsteps following him as he stumbles out the backdoor of the living room to the pool area, around the slippery flooring to the helipad. One of their smaller planes is still there, and there’s a haze from the narcotic pain pills they must have given him at the hospital, but it isn’t the first time he’s flown while high.
But it might be the last, if he does this right.
“Get him out of that!” and he’s never heard Kinzie be that loud so far. She could go far in the Saints, if she could yell that authoritatively more often. She’ll have to, maybe, once this is finally done. She’d be a good second hand to Shaundi, if Shaundi steps up and takes over like he hopes she will.
In any case, it’s too late as he takes off, and pays sparing attention to the controls as he flies, at times only resting his knees on the controls, the plane bobbing and weaving up and down and entirely too close to buildings.
It’s all quite funny, until a sharp clearing of the breath in the passenger seat.
“The fuck are you doing?”
Ellis shrugs, and reaches over for Johnny’s hand, but feels nothing. “I’m going to find you. I can do it.”
Johnny shakes his head. “No, you can’t, and no you aren’t. I’m not even real right now, you know that. I know you do. You’re only seeing me because you want to, because you need help, and for some godforsaken reason, you only want it from me, and refuse to let anyone else in.”
“Why would you say something so cruel,” he pouts as he nudges the controls at random, enjoying the turbulence. “I just want to be with you again. You wanted to be with Aisha, and you are now. I miss you both, so why can’t I come be with you?”
“I could tell you it’s just because they need you,” Johnny replies softly as he takes off his sunglasses, and the tears come again as Ellis sees his eyes, the most gorgeous he’s ever been lucky enough to look into. “Or just because it isn’t your time yet. And those two things are true, by the way.”
“Stop,” Ellis begs him, a whisper.
“Go land on the island,” Johnny instructs.
Below them, the island where the plane Johnny had been on, had died on, had crashed.
“I don’t want to land. I want to crash. I can be done, with all of this,” he weeps. “Don’t you want to see me again? Don’t you miss me?”
There are tears in Johnny’s eyes now too. “Of course I do. I love you. But this isn’t the way, I promise. I know you can’t understand it right now, but you will see me again, just not the way you’re thinking or how you’d expect. Don’t do this.”
He lands, admittedly difficult on the small and bumpy island, but he manages. As soon as they’re safely stopped, he clambers into the passenger seat, into what should be Johnny’s lap, he can see it, but he can’t feel it as he sits there, and the lack of sensation is worse than being shot with any bullet.
He sobs, and wishes for Johnny’s arms around him, even as he hears the soft and sweet words in Johnny’s voice, urging him to just listen, for once. “Get on the boat when they get here. Take a break, for a few weeks. Let them handle shit. Come back to me, to yourself. I know how shit gets for you, how bad it gets in your head, how hard this is, but it isn’t worth it. I need you to stay here with them. We’ll be together again, I promise.”
It’s nearly dark by the time the rest of the Saints arrive, and he lets Shaundi, her make-up running down her face, breath hitching as she cries, help him out of the plane. Pierce, sniffling, is the one who keeps him upright when he slips on the edge of the boat, and it’s Kinzie who helps him settle on the backseat of it.
“Oleg would have sank it,” she tries to giggle, but her eyes are red and tired looking, and it falls flat as he leans against her. “Otherwise he’d be here. But he’s back at HQ, waiting to help get you into your room.”
“That sounds nice,” and he means it to sound that way genuinely, but he can hear how flat his voice is. Nothing he does can make it sound better, and he isn’t sure it matters anyway.
He doesn’t hear Johnny again until he’s back at home, after being gently washed by Oleg of all people, who tells him a tale of how he used to work as a medic for some friends of his who got in bad situations of varying sorts, and they always requested him for sponge baths while horribly injured. “Apparently, my hands are very gentle. It is a nice thing to hear, don’t you think?”
He can’t respond, and doesn’t try to until he’s alone, and Johnny is back too.
“You can’t do this again.”
“Then what do I do?”
“You keep fighting. You keep working. You stop pretending that you’re just magically okay, and not hurting. You let them in. You let them help. And by the time you get back to me, we’ll both be doing better.”
He can’t stop the tears again, even though it hurts his eyes to cry again, so sore and dry from the weeping he’s already done for the day. “I’m not going to hear from you again after this, am I?”
He swears, he’s certain, he can feel Johnny’s lips on his for just a second. “No. But you will get me back. Did you really think I’d leave you alone forever? Didn’t we both say we wouldn’t do that to each other?”
He nods, and then Johnny is gone, and the bedroom is entirely too big and quiet.
And it’ll be like that for a long time, he knows that now. But a person can get used to anything, so long as it’s temporary.
And he can do it, for Johnny.
Johnny would be proud of that, of him keeping on, even when everything inside of him is screaming at him to stop.
Johnny would be proud, and he’ll live to see him be proud, if it’s the last thing he does.
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The World As We Know It: Chapter 4
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Eddie stared at his hands, looking at the blood flaking off. He curled his fingers, watching it crack against his skin.
“Eddie…”
Bev’s voice sounded far away like he was hearing her under water.
“Eddie sweetheart? Hey look at me,” Bev touched his cheek, guiding him to look up at her, “You need to wash it off, Eddie. You don’t know if he could be…” she broke off, biting her lip and looking away.
The word infected hangs in the air between them, but all of them are too scared to say it out loud. None of them wanted to think about it what would happen if one of them were to be infected. None of them even knew how it spread.
Eddie nodded, “I know I need to. I just…” he looked up at Bev, “This is all I have left of him.”
Bev gave him a small smile and shook her head, “No...no. He’s in here,” she lay her hand on his chest, “You know he is.”
Eddie nodded. It had been almost two days since Bill’s death, and Eddie had barely spoken to anyone since lighting the shed on fire. Bev had found them a secluded spot in what use to be an old campsite just outside of Bangor, and had been ecstatic to discover that the showers still worked. Which is how they ended up in the situation they were in now. Eddie laying on a bench with Bev crouched next to him, trying to gently coax him into the shower.
“Come on Eddie. Please? Gotta stay clean to keep out the infections right?” She played with his hair gently.
He nodded again, sitting up and dragging himself off the bench. He shuffled into the bathroom, bumping into Richie, jumping slightly and looking up. Richie looked tired. There were dark circles under his eyes and his skin looked paler than usual. His nails were bitten down to nubs.
“Eds…”
Eddie looked down again, focusing intensely on his shoes.
“Eddie come on please talk to me…” Richie whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder, “I...Eds please?”
Eddie looked up, eyes raking over Richie’s face. He looked so scared and lonesome and it made Eddie’s heart ache. He missed Richie, even though they had been with each other constantly for the last 72 hours. He missed having time alone with Richie. Slowly, he moved as if to touch Richie’s cheek, but froze, seeing his hand still covered in dried blood hovering next to Richie’s pale cheek. He dropped his hand, and gave Richie a small, but genuine smile.
“Let me shower ok? Gotta wash this off,” He gestured to his hands, “But we’ll talk ok?” he stood on his tip toes and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Richie’s mouth, “We’ll talk.”
The look of relief and bliss that Richie gave him lifted some of the weight from Eddie’s chest. Not all of it. Not by a long shot.
But it’s enough. Enough for him to get in the shower. Enough for him to scrub the blood off his hands. Enough for him to start to breathe a little easier.
Eddie dug around in his backpack, pulling out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He slipped into his clothes and pulled on his sneakers before slowly heading out into the dimming evening sun. Richie was sitting there waiting for him, staring out into the woods. He was smoking a cigarette and looked so fucking beautiful that it made Eddie’s heart ache.
“Thought you quit those things,” he whispered, sitting down next to him on the bench.
Richie just shrugged, “Figured what’s the point anymore. It’s not like living a long life is really in my future now.”
“Don’t say that,” Eddie snapped, “Don’t you fucking dare,” he took Richie’s free hand between both of his own and rest his head on his shoulder, “I don’t know what I’d do if you died,” He whispered, “I... l-” he broke off, took a steadying breath and started again, “I love you Rich.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“What?”
“You shouldn’t love me Eds,” his voice still sounded wrecked and raw, “I’m a fucking murderer remember? You should be fucking disgusted by me.”
“You’re not a murder.”
“I killed two people in the last 72 hours. What the fuck else would I be?” he snapped, flicking some of the ash of his cigarette, dark eyes following it’s path to the dirt, “I’m scared Eds,” he looked over at him, “I’m scared that whatever makes these monsters...I’m scared that I’m already one. Doesn’t it scare you? That I’m willing to kill for you?” his voice shook a little.
And that was the thing. It should have scared Eddie shitless to see Richie like that. It should have made him sick to his stomach. He should be angry and scared and terrified.
“No. It doesn’t scare me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m willing to die for you,” Eddie met his gaze and felt his skin tingle, “I love you Richie. So fuck what’s smart or right anymore.”
Richie flicked his cigarette out, and pulled Eddie into his lap, “I love you too Eddie. In case you needed further confirmation of that.”
Even though he really didn’t, it was nice to hear anyway. Eddie curled his fingers loosely into Richie’s curls and pulled him close, kissing him softly, smiling a little as Richie kissed back. Eddie let himself enjoy the moment, memorizing the slide of Richie’s tongue against his own, the feeling of long, callused fingers lacing with his smaller ones. Even though they were fairly out in the open, he felt safe. Their campsite was far off the path. They had food. Running water. They could stay here, at least for a couple days to catch their breath.
And he was kissing Richie.
And then a stab of guilt wormed its way into his chest. It didn’t feel fair. He still had Richie. Both of them had escaped the last few days relatively unscathed while Mike was pretty beat up, Bill was dead and Stan, Bev, and Ben were all dealing the trauma of watching one of their best friends shoot a guy in the stomach.
Eddie pulled back from Richie with a jerk, “It isn’t fair.”
“What isn’t fair Eds?” Richie murmured, leaning in to capture his lips again.
“We can’t be together Rich,” he whispered, “It’s not fair to Stan…”
“Stan has Mike.”
“But Bill was-”
“No they ALL were,” Richie gave him a pointed look and a little nod down the hill to where Mike and Stan were sitting curled together under a tree next to the car. Stan was gripping Mike’s hand, and he looked close to tears again as he said something they couldn’t hear.
“They would be together if I saved him,” Eddie whispered.
“Eddie…” Richie cupped his face so Eddie was looking at him, “Baby come on. Don’t blame yourself for that. There was nothing you could have done.”
“You don’t know that Richie. There’s blood on my hands. My best friend’s blood. My brother’s blood,” he shook his head “I could have done more. I could have found a way…”
“Eddie, you said it yourself, you’re not a fucking surgeon,” Richie pulled him closer, “And just because you were going to be premed next year doesn’t make you qualified, physically or mentally, to start ripping through someone’s body because you had a hunch you could save him if you did something differently. His lungs were ruptured Eds. There’s nothing any of us could have done.”
Eddie nodded solemnly, “I guess so…”
“You did everything you could. No one blames you Eds…”
Eddie nodded, pushing off Richie’s lap, “I need to talk to him. To Stan.” he whispered.
Richie nodded, “And Eds?” he grabbed his hand.
“Yeah?”
“No more breakup talk ok? You’re kinda all I’ve got going for me right now,” he had the familiar teasing tone in his voice, but Eddie could see the fear in his eyes.
Eddie smiled and leaned over to peck his lips softly, “No more break up talk. Promise.”
Eddie settled on the ground next to Stan and squeezed his arm gently, “Hey…”
Stan didn’t look up at him, “Hey.”
“Stan...Stan, I’m so sorry,” Eddie whispered, “I wish I could have saved him. You know I did everything I could. You know that right?”
Stan looked up at him, “I know. I know you did,” he took Eddie’s hand gently, “I know you did everything you could.”
“Are you mad?” Eddie whispered.
“No. I’m sad. Heartbroken. But I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself for not staying and helping. Had I been there...I could have done something if I wasn’t such a goddamn coward,” he whispered.
“Hey no,” Eddie grabbed his hand, “You were scared. It’s natural to be scared…” he hugged him tightly, “It’s not your fault,” he promised, pulling Stan closer, “It’s no one’s fault.”
Stan buried his face in Eddie’s neck, “It’s no one’s fault.” he repeated, curling in closer.
Eddie nodded, “You gonna be ok?” he rubbed Stan’s back gently, smiling a little when he felt him nod, “Good.”
Mike sat down from where he had been leaning against a tree on Stan’s other side and put an arm around him, “Eddie...I wanna say thank you.”
Eddie blinked in surprise, “Thank me? For what?”
Mike squeezed his hand, “When he was...When Bill was dying,” he whispered, taking a shaky breath, “You were the one who jumped into action to try to save him. You were the one who wanted to bury him. You were the one brave enough to do what had to be done in that moment,” he cupped Eddie’s cheek gently, “No one blames you, you got that? No one blames you for what happened to Bill. Least of all Stan and me.”
And finally, Eddie let himself do what he had been too afraid to do for past week.
He started to cry. Body shaking, heaving sobs. For his mother, for Bill, for the countless other innocent people who were dead and dying all around them. For Richie, who’s never-ending optimism and energy was getting weaker and weaker by the day. For Bev and Ben who were holding it together so well for the rest of them even though they both were grieving immensely themselves.
And selfishly, he cried for himself and for the life he was never going to get to live.
Hands covering her mouth. Hands pulling at her clothes and knocking her to the ground. Cold fingers closing around her throat with nails that dug into her skin.
Bev gasped, sitting up from where she had fallen asleep next to the van. She let her head fall back against the cool metal as she attempted to catch her breath. She shivered slightly, pulling one of Ben’s sweatshirts from her bag and pulling it on. She stood slowly, still desperately trying to push the memories of where she had been before Mike, Bill, and Ben had found her. She sat down next to Richie where he was building a campfire.
“Hey Ditchie,” she smiled a little, bumping her shoulder with his. As much as she tried to sound casual, her voice came out tight and strained, like those cold hands were still clamped down around her throat.
Richie looked up, “Hey Levie,” he rocked back off his feet, landing on his butt next to her, “You look like hell on roller skates.”
“Not like you look any better,” she shot back easily, taking his hand in hers, “You got a smoke?”
“Like you need to ask,” he reached into his jacket pocket, “Stole basically the whole display stand from Keene’s before we booked it,” he passed her one and his zippo, “Not like he’s gonna miss ‘em.”
“Wow theft and murder,” she grinned, “Workin’ your way down the list?”
Richie snorted, “Something like that. Kinda pissed Eds beat me to the punch with arson.”
“Nah you’ll still get your chance at arson for sure. What about grand theft auto? We’ll probably need a car eventually,” She was barely holding back her giggles. She looked up locking eyes with Richie and suddenly they were both doubled up with laughter, laying side by side in the dirt. Richie rolled onto his side and squeezed her hand.
“Hey, Bevs.”
“Hi, Richie.”
He smiled, “Thanks.”
She shrugged, “In the normal world I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Shit, you’re the one who got upset when Bill killed that spider.”
“It wasn’t bothering anyone! He was just being a chicken,”
“The point is,” she cuddled closer to him, “I know that in the real world, in our real lives that we were supposed to get, you would never have done those things. You did it to save someone you love.”
Richie nodded, letting the sounds of the woods settle around them.
“Do you miss him?”
“Of course I miss him,” Bev’s voice was small, “He saved my life you know. When the outbreak started.”
Richie shook his head “I had no idea…”
She nodded, “Pulled two of them off me after he and Ben came looking for me,” she whispered, “I loved him. I loved him so much Rich,” she murmured, “He was one of my best friends. Anything I needed he was there for me. He was always so...when we were kids before I met the rest of you, he was the only guy who treated me like I was just a girl. Not something to fuck.”
Richie nodded, “I miss him too. When Stan and I weren’t in the same class in first grade, he was the one who came to talk to me. He’s the reason I know Eddie,” Richie smiled, “I loved him too. Probably too much when I was a kid.”
They lay there quietly watching the flames from the campfire lick upwards towards the darkened sky, wrapped, momentarily, in the warmth of comfortable silence
The six of them sat curled around the campfire, eating partially warmed canned spaghetti, and they all collectively seemed to be breathing a little easier, although it was impossible not to notice the presence that was missing from their group.
“I have an idea,” Richie suddenly stood and sprinted towards the car.
“That’s dangerous,” Stan mumbled, picking at his food.
“Have faith in me, Stan!” Richie called over his shoulder as he rummaged through the trunk. With a small cheer, he pulled back, holding a glass bottle filled with a dark amber liquid. He plopped down between Bev and Eddie, uncapping it and taking a hearty sip.
“Richie...it isn’t safe,” Stan cautioned, “We have to be ready to move at a moments notice and I don’t think we should be-”
“Stan,” Richie cut in, “One sip is not going to kill you. It’s been a long fucking week. We’re safe here. Deserve it.”
Stan looked like he wanted to argue back but then softened, “Give it here then,” he mumbled, “Where did you even get it?”
“All part of my master criminal image Stan the Man.”
“Richie you’re about as edgy as a butter knife,” Eddie teased, smiling as Richie pulled him into his arms and passed him the bottle.
Once the bottle had made its way around the circle, Richie picked it up and poured as shot out into the fire, making them all jump as the flames leaped upwards, “For Bill,” he whispered somberly.
A chorus of “For Bill echoed around the fire, and as they silence fell, they all could have sworn they heard a familiar voice whisper back to them through the dark.
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Blue Eyes, Cigarettes and Whiskey Chapter 8
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You wash at your vanity, tracing the slight bruises at the base of your neckline, a slight blush forming as you think of the lips that left them. Sighing, you dress conservatively knowing you have to go to the bakery today. You hated going there without Alfie, but you wanted to get the information prepared before he met you.
Walking through the large double doors, you cringe as they announce your arrival with a clang. You close your eyes as you walk through the rows of barrels, forcing yourself not to run. There were a couple of Alfie’s men who you liked, but on the whole you thought his workforce were animals. Especially your cousin, the prize fighter. He was more obnoxious than the others put together. You always found things to do in the office when Alfie attended to his boxing interests, that’s how you had become so involved in the business. By proving that you could be trusted, Alfie started trusting you with more. Now you knew almost as much as he did. He was happy to leave you to work, knowing you would always negotiate the best deals. Nobody seemed to be able to say no to you, hell, Alfie certainly couldn’t!
Lost in your thoughts, you had dropped your guard slightly. You jump as a gravelly voice speaks in your ear, making your skin crawl,
“Kept me waitin’ dincha?” you fully intend to hurry on to the office. Too late, though, your reactions betray you and you stop dead in your tracks. Cursing yourself internally, you feel a pair of arms snake round your waist. An unshaven chin grazes your jaw and the stench of stale beer and sweat hits you in a wave of revulsion. Swallowing the bile threatening to rise in your throat, you force politeness,
“Morning Jack, If you’ll excuse me, I really need to get on,” you make to twist out of his grip but his arms tighten into a steel band.
“Runnin’ off so soon?” he purrs
“Alfie’s expecting me, please let me go,” Jack chuckles at your request,
“Ahh, boss man ain’t here til later, so while the cat’s away…” he plants a wet kiss on your cheek.
“Get the fuck off me,” you snarl.
“Wooo, got a temper ‘ave we?”
“Not as much as I ‘ave, get your fuckin’ filthy paws off my niece, you fuckin’ shit eatin’ animal! I should fucking shoot you where you stand, mate!” Alfie’s voice booms as he grabs Jack by the collar, dangling him almost a full foot off the ground. You readjust your clothing and step into Ollie’s outstretched arms.
“In my ‘ouse? My niece? WELL?” Alfie demands.
“Whassamatter boss man? Scared you won’t measure up?” Jack retorts
Alfie sneers, you notice a chilling change in his voice, “Well, mate,” he says softly, “if that were actually the case, if I really were as fuckin’ depraved as you,” he looks pointedly at Jack’s crotch, “It’s not exactly a lot to measure up to now, is it dear?”
“So who else you wrappin’ those legs around then, (Y/N)? Gotta be someone,” Jack hollers after you as Ollie steers you towards the office. A sickening crunch behind you renders Jack mute. You figure he’ll be lucky to get out of this alive.
Ollie hands you a glass of rum and sits next to you on the sofa.
“So who’s the guy?” he asks conversationally. You snort into your glass in surprise,
“What guy?”
“Come off it (Y/N), we know eachother too well for this, you definitely didn’t have two nights worth of work, so somebody kept you,”
Of course, he was right. You and Ollie had practically grown up together, best of friends who told eachother everything. You had even been eachother’s clumsy first kiss-much to Alfie’s amusement. When your uncle had walked in on you, Ollie had been terrified for his life, but Alfie just chortled, “Ay come on, workplace this, innit,” Alfie had later asked you if it was anything serious. You had told him no but you loved Ollie anyway and he you. You were the one who comforted Ollie when his mother had fallen ill and passed away, patched him up after the beating from his drunk father and various fights he inevitably got himself into. You had no secrets from eachother. Sighing, you look down at your glass.
“(Y/N)?” Ollie places his hand on yours, “tell me what happened,”
“Ollie, I think I love him,” you whisper,
“Who, love?” You glance nervously at the door, but Alfie is still busy dealing with Jack.
“Tommy, Tommy Shelby,” you breathe, looking wide eyed into Ollie’s warm, brown gaze. He grins at your unexpectedly,
“Seriously? The guy you didn’t know to fall over three days ago?” he snickers
“Ollie, I mean it. I’ve never felt like this before. Look at me and tell me I’m joking,” you implore.
The smirk falls from his face as he sees the sincerity in yours.
“Fuck me, you ain’t, are ya? Well, he must be special,”
“He is Ollie, he was my first. I was attacked, on my way to meet them. I was grabbed and dragged into a warehouse. The guy’s hands were all over me, it was horrible. Tommy’s brother John interrupted. Tommy took me home that night,” like aloe on a burn, telling your best friend was like a balm to your painful memories. You pour your heart out, unable to stop now that the flood gates are opened.
“So what happens now?” Ollie asks.
“Now some poor fucker’s gonna have ter mop that son of a bitch up and I’ll have ter find a reaplcement. I do fink ‘e may’ve understood the error of ‘is ways now though,” Alfie saves you from the question that has been haunting you for the past 24 hours.
“You alright, my dear?” Alfie asks you tenderly,
“Yeah, Uncle Alf, I’m OK,” you say with a watery smile.
“’s long as you are,” he says with a searching gaze, “cos you’d tell me if there was somefink to worry about, wouldn’cha?”
“Course I would,” you assure him. Alfie definitely didn’t need to worry about your recent experiences.
“Ollie, go an fetch some lunch, lad. And some cake. Cake always improves the day,”
Ollie gives your hand a squeeze and heads out. Alfie casually wipes the blood from his knuckles as he looks over to you,
“So, how was your time away?”
“Yeah, it was good, I enjoyed it,”
“Didja now, see, I saw a look in your eye when I visited. That look made me wonder what kind of deal you made with Tommy Shelby,” your eyes widen at this accusation.
“I didn’t make any deal with Tommy Shelby,”
“You were in ‘is ‘ouse,”
“Because I needed somewhere to stay!” you begin to get exasperated-Alfie never normally takes such an interest.
“That ‘ad better be the only reason,” he grumbles, scowling. You hate when he is in this mood, rolling your eyes as he huffs. Snatching the papers from his desk, you drag a chair to your own and begin to work in silence.
Ollie returns shortly after, noticing the arctic chill in the air.
“Er, did I miss something?” he asks tentatively.
“Oh, just Alfie being an arse,” you reply. Alfie snorts.
“I, er, got a carrot cake?” Ollie half asks, unsure of what else to say.
“Give it ‘ere lad, I’ll divvy it up,” Alfie holds his hand out and Ollie gives him the wrapped parcel, returning to your desk shortly after with a plate.
“Thanks love,” you mutter, pushing the cake aside.
“Oh, we goin’ on fuckin’ hunger strike an’ all now?”
“Funny enough, I’ve lost my appetite!” shoving your chair back, you throw your pen down, “I’m going home,” you announce. Alfie looks up over his glasses, waving his arms in exasperation at Ollie as you walk out. Ollie hovers at the door, torn between you both.
“Honestly, I ain’t got a clue what’s got into her today, bratty little cow! Fuckin’ women! Oh, don’t hang around like a bloody spare part, go after her if you want!”
Ollie dashes out before Alfie can change his mind.
You stalk through the distillery and out into the rain. Damn it, you realise too late that you have left your coat in the office. You walk mindlessly down the roads, not feeling the rain soak through your clothes to your skin. You seethe at the way Alfie had spoken to you-who did he think he was? How the hell were you going to arrange to see Tommy again if Alfie was so suspicious? He certainly wasn’t going to let you go to Birmingham alone again. Tears stream down your face, mingling with the cold rain. Shaking the sodden tendrils of hair out of your eyes, you come to a stop at a park bench. Figuring you couldn’t get any wetter, you sit. A couple of short minutes later, somebody sits down next to you with a bump. You scoot along the bench.
“Thank god for that, I thought you were never going to run out of steam,” Ollie pants as if he’s run a marathon.
“I nearly told him, I was so mad at him that I nearly told him!”
“He’s going to find out at some point,” Ollie points out.
“Yeah, but me screaming how Tommy Shelby fucked me every which way is not going to be the best way to bring him round to the idea,” you sigh wearily, “I suppose he’s pissed at me now,”
“He wasn’t in the best of moods,” Ollie confirms, “but he did say I could come and find you,”
“Still love you, Ollie, thanks,” he pulls you into a hug.
“Daft bugger. Course you love me, I’m awesome,” he gasps as you press your frozen fingers into his chest, under his jacket, “bloody hell (Y/N) you’re freezing! Let’s get you home, yeah?” you nod in agreement. A nice hot bath and a relaxing evening will hopefully straighten out your head.
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A knock on your door makes you drag your robe back onto your shoulders and tie the belt. You cast a longing look at the steaming bath as you go to answer the door. Of course. No rest for the wicked it would seem.
“Look love, we need to straighten this out,”
“Alfie, I’m tired. I’m cold. I don’t want to argue and I’ve just filled the bath. I just want to have my bath and go to bed.
“I ain’t come to argue. Look, I-can I come in please?”
You open the door wider to allow him access. He takes off his hat and stands fiddling with it awkwardly. Not his usual, confident demeanour, you notice.
“(Y/N), princess, you’re right. I was acting like an arse. It was just because I care about you. I just don’t want you getting hurt, do I?”
“Alfie Solomons, is that an apology?” you ask, incredulous.
“Well, yeah, I suppose it probably is, innit?” he concedes.
“In that case, I accept your apology. They don’t come along very often,”
“That’s ‘cos I don’t like lookin’ weak, do I?”
“Apologising for being an arse isn’t weak,” you curve an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, well, I’ve said it now. D’ya reckon we could get through tomorrow without any tantrums?”
“As long as you don’t decide to throw one, yeah,” you counter. He purses his lips, then grins.
“Well, that’s that, then. So, er, I’ll leave you in peace then, shall I? Yeah,” he glances at the bathtub.
Taking pity on the large, awkward man in your living room, you roll your eyes and throw your arms around his neck. He grunts in surprise and returns your embrace.
“I love you Uncle Alfie, even when you’re being an arse,” you say warmly.
“Well, you already know I love you the world over, (Y/N), always will. I just like to know you are safe,” he releases you and heads for the door.
“Goodnight, Alf,” you peck him on the cheek.
“See ya tomorra, queen,” he walks off and you close the door behind him and turn the key in the lock.
Removing your robe, you saunter over to the tub and sink into the -mercifully still hot-water, allowing it to burn away the stresses of the day.
As you wash the warm water over your limbs, you are struck with an idea. You run your fingers along your collarbone and across your breasts. You lay back and close your eyes, thinking about how Tommy’s hands had guided your own the previous day.
Climbing out of the bath, you wrap a sheet around you. Cheeks flushes from more than just the hot water, you pull on a nightgown and tumble into bed, sinking into a blissfully peaceful sleep.
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Time tick-ticks Away - [Eggsy Unwin x Reader]
[Hi! Thanks for the prompt as always sweet anon! I wanted to at least get one out before I have to finish up my costume and get going to Anaheim for the weekend. So I hope you like it!! It’s def about him rescuing reader, but it’s pretty angsty Idk guys I can’t stop myself lol.
As always I use Tristan as your Kingsman Agent name, but I threw in some s/he’s and a y/n this time too for fun lol. Lmk if you don’t like this, and I will keep things either specific to the gender requested (most times its not provided though) or as neutral as possible!)
Pairing: Eggsy x Reader with a bit of Roxy thrown in here and also Merlin :) /some sad time mentions of pre GTC Harry ;)
Words: 2.6k
Warnings: Cursing, pretty angsty, some bloody bits. o.-
—Read on Ao3!]
“Where the fuck is Tristan?” Eggsy asked storming forward with chest raising anxiously, already partially knowing what Merlin’s reply would be.
Knowing what the answer would be didn’t stop him from asking the question however. His brows were crinkled tightly and his hands were gripped into strained fists; pinned to his side.
He needed to know– needed to hear it… Even though he was pretty sure he wasn’t gonna like the answer.
“Eggsy, please, you’ve got to relax. This is–” Roxy started with hands raised passively, stopping Eggsy from entering the room at the door.
He didn’t like that, but of course he didn’t. It was clear now that you were somewhere the Kingsman didn’t want him knowing about, at least not yet; and that only made him worse.
Eggsy pushed against the hands that held him in place, the urgency filling him full. In his agitation he threw his finger accusingly forward, pointing at Merlin with anger seeping off him like flecks of dirt running down a drain.
And he knew… something was terribly wrong.
More wrong than waking to an empty bed this morning. More wrong than the feeling he got when he noticed you’d taken your lucky pistol with you… It was a thick like syrup that stuck to him like tree sap and relaxing was the last thing he could do.
“Rela– are you takin’ a piss, Rox? It’s y/n we’re talkin’ bout here…” Eggsy wouldn’t look to her as she struggled to keep him in place.
He knew it wasn’t her fault, or Merlins for that matter. But they were in his way… keeping him from you. “Was you jus gonna tell me to ‘relax’ an have a seat… expectin’ I’ll say nothin’ bout it while I sit back and watch?”
Eggsy paused breathing deeply as a pained expression swept his otherwise pale face. “I done that before an it got Harry killed… I ain’t doin’ it again.”
Silence spread from him to the others as a reminder of Harry’s death rang once more.
Roxy sighed softly feeling guilty for stopping him now as she pulled her lip in and lowered her hands. “If you were there– you’d be dead too, Eggsy. That… none of that was your fault, and you couldn’t have changed it.”
He released the breath he’d been holding as he chewed his lip nodding shallowly. Eggsy really did know that, but knowing didn’t change the fact that he still felt responsible. That he would feel responsible if he didn’t get to you as soon as he could.
“Yeah, I know… but it’s gonna be if you don’t tell me where y/n is.”
“You already know where s/he, Eggsy.” Roxy stepped back from him, crossing her arms as she approached Merlin by his desk.
And Eggsy did know where you were, but he hoped he was wrong. He hoped you were somewhere else… somewhere with a little less certain death involved. No matter how good you were, this mission was bad news.
Now, he didn’t like using words like ‘foolish’ or ‘stupid’ when it came to you– because you were anything but those things. But going into a mission like this without him… Well, it was bloody fuckin stupid.
‘It’s likely a one way mission’ as Merlin had put it…
A moment later Eggsy pushed his hands through his hair, softening his eyes a fraction. “You never shoulda sent Tristan in without me–without tellin’ me. The fuck you playin’ at, Merlin?”
“Galahad, it was Tristan’s idea… It’s what s/he wanted.” Merlin pulled his cheek between his teeth as he shifted his weight awkwardly as an exasperated sigh left his lips.
“What? Why wou….” He started again with voice full of confusion, a face set perfectly to match.
But Eggsy realized halfway through his question, that he already knew that answer too…
——-
You were scared. Terrified even. You could feel the chills running up and down your spine like fingertips and you knew you had to focus. But how could you focus or think of a way out when you could hardly breathe.
How could you get through this, any of this when you could hardly keep your mind from wandering to thoughts of your death. And for some damn reason, among all that– Eggsy…
You think you might be dead already honestly cause you’d been beat to shit but all you can feel is the way he kissed you. Instead of sinking into that pain you’re hearing the way he says he loves you. You’re remembering the way he’d throw you over his shoulder and carry you around HQ when things got boring; and how he’d make you watch all those crap movies each night…
At this point you’d give anything to just sit on the couch watching another B action flick with him. You’d even go back to the times he was a drunken mess after Harry died…
Truthfully, anything would be better than this. Better than sitting in a cold damp closet waiting to die.
Things weren’t looking good, you knew that. But there was no way that Eggsy was going in here… no way you’d let him throw everything away on this. And you came pretty damn close to finishing it all, didn’t you?
Just… not close enough.
The plan may have been as perfect as possible, but you just can’t anticipate what humans will do. Not really… You can guess, but really each person is different. You couldn’t anticipate every single possibility either, and this time you predicted wrong.
You’d fucked up and got yourself caught, and now–
A soft echo interrupted your thoughts like a gong ringing in your ear. You could hear the dull clinging of the locks turning and releasing from their prisons in the wall… And you felt the warm wave of light spreading over you as the door slid open in a low screech.
“Grab the Kingsman… It’s time we got some information on the organization that almost took us down, don’t you think boys?” A deep voice called, and all you could see was a silhouette of a tall man with broad shoulders…
Two more figures came towards you, grabbing your arms tightly. You struggled against their strength as best you could, kicking and punching when you broke free– but you didn’t make it far.
The tall man hit you hard in the jaw sending you back into the men that grabbed you. He hit you harder than you’d really been hit before, and it ached. Bad. You could feel as the warm blood slid from your mouth and down your chin, and you wanted to scream it hurt so fucking bad– but you didn’t.
“That all you got?” You asked full of rage, glaring like daggers with a smile; not showing whoever the fuck this was that they were winning. “You hit like a fucking child.”
The dark figure walked forward slowly, the soft clunk from his shoes echoing around you as he grabbed your cheeks hard; squeezing until your lips pursed in the center. “We’re just getting started.”
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The entire time Eggsy was looking for you he felt something low in his gut… something creeping and slithering around inside like maggots. That feeling made him more nervous than he wanted to admit or show Roxy, and that made keeping calm really difficult.
It was reassuring however to see how much of the space you’d cleared. But the more bodies he counted, the more worried he felt you were somewhere among them…
He could feel time running out as the panic set in.
“Merlin, you got a read on Tristan yet? S/he okay?” Eggsy asked running down the hall with gun raised high, pushing through the sludge at his feet…
His brows were lined dreadfully and his temples were warm to the touch… He was so afraid of the answer– but also, he sort of knew what he would hear.
“There’s,” Merlin paused over comms and Eggsy shot his eyes to Roxy almost desperately.
“There’s what, Merlin…” Roxy asked stepping closer to Eggsy, trying to remain and failing terribly.
“I’m not reading any life signs aside from you, and Galahad…”
Eggsy lost focus completely as silence gushed over him. His mind blended like a twister and he almost lost his balance as he heard Roxy muffled voice raising in a question; not understand at all… “–you think– what, Merlin?”
But he wasn’t listening anymore, not really.
He was focused solely on the idea of losing you; on the idea that you were lying there somewhere… dead. Eggsy definitely knew before he asked, but the question left his lips anyway. “Th– what’s that mean for…”
“I can’t sa–”
When Merlin spoke again, Eggsy felt the hairs standing straight on the back of his neck. By the time Merlin finished talking, his words had completely faded into full silence. That sickly chill spread over him like a venom poisoning his mind… Paralyzing him.
His eyes were wide, and for a moment he couldn’t feel anything aside from that same sick ache he felt when Harry died… He couldn’t hear anything but a faint ringing deep in his mind.
Their muffled voices blurred until he couldn’t distinguish where one started and another ended. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts was Roxy shaking him fiercely by the shoulders…
He could see her mouth moving, he could tell she was upset… rushed and panicking, but he couldn’t move. He could hear his name being called faintly from her lips, but she sounded so damn far away.
Each call was a little louder than the last, until finally all of the noise returned in an instant; like a wave smashing him into the hardened sand.
“Eggsy, listen to me!” Roxy paused watching his eyes shifting as he came back to the room… “Y/n is going to be fine, do you hear me? There are lots of reasons Merlin might not be able to read em, you know that…”
He interrupted to protest, but of course he did. “You heard him, yeah? Nothin’s alive down here but us…”
“The only thing I know for sure here, Eggsy– is that you’re wasting time.”
Eggsy’s lips parted lightly at her confession, knowing she was right. He’d been worried about time, yet here he was watching it tick by… if you weren’t already dead, you would be soon if he didn’t get his shit together.
“Yeah,” he pulled his head hurriedly in a nod as he took in a deep breath of air; running his hands over his face. “we better go… uh, thanks, Rox.”
After a shared smile they continued down the empty corridor with more haste than before. Just outside of the last door there were two more dead guards; covered in bright red blood. When Eggsy pushed his hand to the knob he tossed Roxy a nervous look over his shoulder; for some reason he just knew you’d be back there…
“Merlin… S/he in there?”
Silence.
“Merlin, you there, bruv?” He asked again with a bit more urgency in his voice. But still, only silence cackled back in their ears.
“Some kind of block in this section.” Roxy smiled knowingly.
That meant you could be alive, didn’t it?
He pushed through the door with his shoulder, holding his gun ready for anything; scanning each bloodied surface with more and more terror than the last.
And then he saw you.
You were laying on a table, your suit was trashed and tossed to the floor. Roxy walked to a man freshly bleeding out with hands gripping a large knife sticking from his neck…
Clearly all your work, and if not for how terribly you looked he’d of smiled. But how could be when he saw how broken you were? You were laying in your undershirt with your hand hanging almost lifelessly off the edge. Your hair was in a thick mess of blood, and cuts decorated your arms and chest…
Eggsy’s jaw dropped as pain cascaded his exterior. His eyes immediately filled with warm tears as he pulled his mouth into a painful frown inching closer to you. He dropped heavily to the ground beside the slab you laid across; his mouth quivering and whole body shaking forcefully in disbelief.
He raised his hands hesitantly to either side of your bruised and bloodied face. “I’m so sorry… I’m so fuckin’ sorry, luv.”
And at this point, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling down, stinking his cheeks; because he was sure you were dead… He held your face close to his, sobbing into your neck, pulling you closer and still you didn’t move.
“Eggsy… I think…”
“Stop. Don’t you fuckin’ say it, Rox.” When he spoke this time, he looked to your face again. Scanning you like a painting he’d memorized.
Flashes of you smiling and laughing began dancing across the screen of his mind; taunting his sanity vigorously. Eggsy pushed your hair to the side, tracing his thumb over your battered cheek and over your crimson lips…
He pulled his reddened eyes from yours, throwing them to Roxy as if this was all her fault but really it was his. He’d taken too damn long and that guilt was overwhelming.
Roxy looked down, pulling her arms tightly around her chest hugging away the discomfort she felt as she watched her friend falling to pieces. “Eggsy, I–”
But she stopped suddenly, sliding her eyes passed his and to you. You were moving, she was sure of it…
“What is i…” Eggsy asked with eyes full of confusion, but when he realized what Roxy was looking at he knew everything would be okay.
“H-hey, Eggy…” You coughed out with words breaking; sporting what could only be deciphered as a smile. “I… I d-did it.”
“Yeah, you done good, babe.”
You couldn’t feel anything, which was the only comforting thing about this all. Or maybe it wasn’t comforting, and it was terrifying but at this point you didn’t care.
Eggsy was here… and you were alive, at least mostly.
Slowly you slid a trembling hand to the side of his face, a wave of his comfort slipped over you like a blanket. You watched as he shot his face towards Roxy, his eyes no longer heavy or haunted, but hopeful.
“But don’t you ever fuckin’ do that again, ya hear me?” When Eggsy spoke, his voice was soft and sweet like honey as he stroke your chin lightly.
“No promises…” You coughed back, and at that he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thought you might say that…” Eggsy kissed you softly then stood; scooping you fully into his arms like you weighed nothing at all. “What if I can’t find you next time?”
“You kidding? You’re always g-gonna find m…me.” You placed your head to his neck holding him as tightly as your weakened arms could handle as he pressed his mouth to your forehead; holding it there for a moment, breathing you in.
“That ain’t an answer…” And he was right, it wasn’t really an answer. At least not the one he wanted to hear. But it was the only one you had.
“How about t-this?” You paused to cough again into his chest, pulling him closer. “Where you go, I go…”
Eggsy looked at you smiling clear to his eyes. It might not have been the answer he wanted, but it was one he’d happily settle for. “Where you go, I go, luv.”
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Rivalry 3 //Shawn Mendes Series
Summary: You are a demigod that’s been brought to Camp-Half Blood in hopes to find yourself and learn more about your powers. In fear of being bullied, much like before, you intend to stay behind closed doors until there in no choice but to come out about who’s child you truly belong to.
Ship: Shawn Mendes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing, fluff, blood, etc.
Tagged: @hard-satin @cynicallystiles @archer-whovian-violinist
Notes: none of these gifs are mine. i saw another fic about demigods and i wanted to try and make it a series. the thoughts been festering in my mind forever now. i hope you like it. (also, none of the demigods and gods are really related. because of the parents fucking around, it’s not legitimate in this series. I ALSO RECOMMEND YOU TO LISTEN TO THE PERCY JACKSON SOUNDTRACK WHILE READING THIS. IT’S SO COOL)
Your P.O.V
I don’t want to leave the comfort of my home, especially after that fight. I knew this was going to happen but I have to leave. I still have classes to attend to after-all. It takes longer than usual to get dressed and head out, my procrastination at it’s peak. I keep my head down and avoid all eye contact. Kids walk by but there’s only a few here and there, whispering words of judgment to one another. But upon arriving to the cafeteria, the room is filled up to the brim with kids. Everyone, and I mean everyone is here, eyeing me warily. The ruckus dies quickly and I feel my face flush in embarrassment, like I’m just going to spontaneously com-bust. I keep my gaze down and head over to get some food. People part and even jump away from me in fear.
I gulp, attempting to suppress the pain I feel inside. Grabbing a breakfast sandwich, some fruit and a drink, I turn over my shoulder to see that everyone has moved to the other side of the room, some even opt to sit on the tables, as long as they’re away from me, they’ll do anything. Even Clarisse is scared. I sit at an empty table and eat as I normally would but the cafeteria, which is usually humming with energy is very dead, no pun intended. I sip my gauntlet, munching here and there, hoping they’ll stop staring but I know they won’t. All of a sudden three bodies sit across from me. Glancing up, Annabeth, Percy and Grover send me a kind smile. My friends. I smile back but it vanishes when I realize that the one person I want most is nowhere to be found. At least, choosing to avoid me.
For the rest of the day, most people choose to avoid me. Whether it’s out of fear or genuine awe, I’m not sure. It’s not at all a nice feeling. I am alone once more, pushed aside like an outcast. I wonder if this is what my father felt when he was banished to hell? I opt to stay in the shadows all day. Sitting in the back of the room for all of my classes where I am not seen. To the kids below, I am nothing but a blur. They cannot fear me if they cannot see me. This process goes on for a few days but eventually people begin to ease up, some, not all. But I cannot wait to expect some sort of change. I let out a heavy sigh and leave the cafeteria heated, attracting more attention than I want. No more, I can’t do this anymore. I think to myself as I pack my belongings into my one suitcase.
Taking a deep breath, I look around the room one more time before sheathing the gargantuan sword to my side. “It was fun while it lasted.” I mutter to the walls as if it was a living breathing thing that could hear me. Resting a letter atop of my counter-top, addressed to my friends, to Shawn, I let a tear fall from my cheek before snapping my fingers. A layer of smoke develops around me, taking me exactly where I intend to go. The only home I seem to have left. The smoke disperses around me and I am left to stand before my fathers temple. I don’t bother to knock, not exactly sure where the doorbell would be anyways. “SHE BETTER BE OKAY, I SWEAR TO THE GODS, HADES!”
Turning around the corner to see my step-mother, Persephone, yelling down at my father. Though I’m not exactly hers, she has taken me under wings as her own which I’ve always appreciated. “Can I ask why you’re ripping him a new one?” I say aloud, enough to catch their attention. Persephone, looking nothing but beautiful, powerful and soft all at once, squeals at the sight of me. Running across the room to pull me into a tight hug, I can’t help but smile. I’m glad to know I’m wanted here. “Hey sweetheart, I missed you so much! You’re alright, right?! You’re not hurt or anything?!” She asks, taking my face with her hands. I can’t help but laugh at her immediate concern. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
My dad comes up from behind, pulling me into a warm side-hug before he pecks my head softly. “Hey, sweetheart. Welcome home. I’m sorry things didn’t work out upstairs. Maybe you can go back in a few days, once everything calms down?” I joke, trying to hide my internal pain. “Kicking me out so soon?” He shook his head, glancing back at his wife with a sad smile. “(Y/n), the point of going to Camp Half Blood isn’t so that you end up back down here with me. Your life is out there, in the real world. You train to inevitably attend missions and save the world from the monsters that threaten to destroy it. I’m not happy about you being in danger but as you have told me before, you’re a big girl. And you are.”
“Your father’s right. Though he may be an ass at times, he has a point. You are always welcomed here. But at the end of the day, you belong up on the surface, fighting and making the world a safer place.” I grin at her wise words, glancing between the two people I adore most. “W-Would it be okay if I stay for a few days? Just to re-evaluate myself?” They share a happy smile, wrapping their arms around me which consoles my broken heart more than they will ever know. “We’ll have a big dinner soon, okay? Cerberus is in the other room if you want to go see him?” I set my suitcase down, hugging them both before running into the other room to see the three-headed dog.
When I return, my father, the god of the underworld, sports a bright pink ‘kiss the cook’ apron. I snort at the sight that laid before me. The god who supposedly is the most terrifying and treacherous of all the gods to ever exist, is dancing around to Highway To Hell by AC/DC while attempting to not burn pancakes. Persephone pecks his cheek as she walks by and he gives me a cheeky smile, shimmying his shoulders and I laugh. It’s such a wholesome image, you’d have to be here to believe it. I peck his other cheek and sit next to my step-mother who pulls me into a nice side hug. “Is AC/DC the only band you listen to, pops?” He scoffs at the question. “It’s a classic!” Stating it as if it were a fact before winking.
“It’s all we have for some odd reason.” Persephone confesses dramatically. I can tell she’s faking it but I hop on board with her sch-peel. “I’ll make sure to buy you guys lots of music next time I come to visit.” She giggles, kissing both my cheeks in delight before helping my father with the cooking. “This is why she’s my favorite.” I watch the interaction between my step-mother and my father, intrigued by their day to day life. You’d expect them to look dreary and solemn but they themselves seem to bring the most vibrant energy the world could offer. “DAD, DON’T BURN THE PANCAKES!” He jumps into action, pulling the pan off the fryer before it could burn anymore than it had. “Nice call, pumpkin!”
We eat together as a normal family would despite the small detail that we were nothing but normal. The conversation is rapid firing, flowing and bouncing wildly. I’ve never laughed so hard, listening to the bickering that’s exchanged between my parents. It’s almost hard to keep track of who is jokingly dissing who. I’m not sure how late it is by the time we finish dinner, but I’m more than exhausted. I say goodnight to the adults and Cerberus, looking up at the dark, empty sky, wondering and hoping that if or when I return, things will get better.
Shawn’s P.O.V
For the love of gods, what have I done? I think to myself as I realize I haven’t seen (Y/n) in a few days. This is all your fault, you blithering idiot! Why did you say something so cruel and untrue to the girl you love?! For the past few days, ignoring her was easy because everyone else was doing the same thing. Not a great excuse, I’m aware. But it was easy to think that because of who she belonged to, I wouldn’t have trouble pushing myself away. But that was honestly the biggest lie. How could I push myself away from someone I was falling for? I slam my hand on the side of the wall in anger. Where had she gone? Was she safe? What if she’s dead? What if she decided to go back and prove her father wrong?
Questions began to boggle my mind as I headed over to find my friends. “Has anyone seen (Y/n)?!” Annabeth looks up at me with distaste, breathing heavily through her nose. Almost as if she’s trying to hold herself back. Percy and Grover eye her warily, looking at me with an equally as upset expression. “She’s gone.” The second the words leave Percy’s mouth, I feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. What have I done.. I’ve driven her away.. Why am I such an idiot?! I pushed her away.. Looking around the room, I realize how cold it’s become. With her gone, the warmth and happiness seemed to slip away. Grover hands me a small letter with my name on it with (Y/n)’s hand writing. I tear it open greedily, hands trembling as I read.
Shawn,
I can’t be sorry for who I’m linked to. I can’t apologize for something I cannot change. Hades is my father and I know he might seem like a monster to you, but he save me. He is not as bad as people have made him out to be. But if you believe what you said, that I’m like my father, that I’m a monster, than don’t worry about me. I’ve gone to the one place I’ll be accepted. You’ll never have to deal with me again because I’m gone for good. Not that you would care. I guess we are like our parents, huh? I’m lower than dirt and not worth your time and you’re the golden boy. It’s only best if we stick with those roles.
Goodbye,
(Y/n) (Y/L/N)
The longer I read, the more angry at myself I become. I didn’t mean those things. I reread it again, swallowing down the pain that began to fester. I cover my mouth to stop myself from sobbing. Percy rests his hand on my shoulder to comfort me before leaving with Annabeth and Grover. Alone, I let my knees fall onto the hardwood floor and I sob for the love of my life. She’s gone and not coming back, ripped away from me because of me. I clutch the paper and hold it close to my chest, the last piece of her I’ll ever have. Crying out for my father, for her, someone to console me in time of need but for once in my life, it’s quiet and I am completely and utterly alone. I wonder if this is what Hades felt like? If this is was what (Y/n) felt like?
The thought makes my mouth go sour and I want nothing more than to just gag. All of a sudden, a loud explosion irrupts from outside. Wiping away my tears, I slip the letter in my back pocket but as I do I feel the guilt burn into the side of my hip and run out to see what was going on. Just over the tree-line, a hulking mass with horns the size of mountains lets out an unearthly cry. What the hell is that?! The closer I came, the more I wish I hadn’t. A Minotaur, not as big as Cerberus but none the less, dreadfully intimidating, smashes everything it’s path, crushing and destroying the trees with it. And resting on its shoulders was Luke. How he escaped, managed to control a Minotaur and balance himself on his shoulders was beyond me. What the fuck?! I thought he was taken somewhere else to be charged for his crimes?! I run in a different direction, making my way to Percy, Annabeth and Grover.
“LUKE SUMMONED A FREAKING MINOTAUR?!” Grover shouted over the destruction. “WHERE THE HELL DO YOU EVEN FIND A MINOTAUR?!” Percy and Annabeth glanced at me in shock, not exactly sure how to tame such a treacherous beast. First Cerberus, now a Minotaur?! This wasn’t even a mission but it was definitely the most dangerous task we’ve ever faced, let alone in the past few days. Except this time, we don’t have (Y/n). But I’m glad she’s not here. I couldn’t bare to see her get hurt. Looking over at Percy with a determined expression, my hands tighten. “PERCY! I NEED YOU TO KNOCK LUKE OFF THE MINOTAUR’S SHOULDERS! WE NEED TO GET THOSE TWO SEPARATED SO ANNABETH AND GROVER CAN TAKE HIM DOWN!
“YOU AND I WILL GATHER AS MANY FIGHTERS AS WE POSSIBLY CAN AND FACE THE MINOTAUR!” They nod in unison and then we split apart, Percy running in the opposite direction to get a clear shot at Luke while I distract the monster. I bring my hands together to create a storm. The energy runs up and down my finger tips, just itching to get out. A warm hum falls over the camp and I can feel the storm coming closer. Flicking my wrist, I let one lose. It crashes right down in front of the Minotaur, catching the monsters attention as well as Luke’s. “Why, if it isn’t the golden boy?” While he isn’t looking, Percy sends a wave towards his side. He falls off the Minotaur but successfully lands on his feet.
Annabeth, armed and ready, growls up at him with rage and distaste. “This is over Luke!” He brushed his shoulder, smiling wickedly. “Oh, my dear. It’s only just beginning.” Luke pulls out a long sword, one that looked too heavy for him to hold but he managed before bolting forward to attack Annabeth and Grover. Their swords clashed and the sound rang all throughout the camp. We could actually win this fight. I thought to myself before my heart fell. Right behind the Minotaur came a Chimera, the head of a lion, the body of a goat, a blood caked mane and a ten-foot-long diamondback snake-headed tail which grows out of its shaggy behind. “ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT?!” Grover exclaims while he attempts to slow Luke down.
Percy ran between the monsters legs to help me but was pushed to the side by the Chimera’s SUV size paw. Annabeth cried for him, scared for her friend. “PERCY!” Whist distracted, Luke cut her hand. She hissed in pain before dropping her blade. Grover stood in front of her with a short knife, one that probably couldn’t hold Luke off. My friends are hurt, the love of my life might be dead, and I have no means of saving them. Without realizing it, Percy grabs my arm and pulls me in the opposite direction of the chaos. The only thing letting me know that this is all real is the terrifying sounds trailing behind us and the falling trees we attempt to avoid. Grover and Annabeth some how meet up with us and we run in step.
That was until the tail of the Chimera tripped us, making our four bodies quite familiar with the dirt. Just over the tree-line, Luke stands a top the Minotaur’s shoulder while the Chimera trails after him. Kids run away from them but as of right now, they aren’t after them, they’re after us. “IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU GUYS, REALLY! BUT I NO LONGER HAVE ANY USE FOR YOU ANYMORE.” Luke says with a sinister grin. The Chimera huffed, preparing to burn us alive. I’ve been at this moment before. But before (Y/n) saved me. And because of me she’s gone forever. This time I’m really going to die. I’m going to perish without letting her know how I really felt, if she’s even alive. I intertwine my hands with Percy, too scared to do this alone. He squeezes back and smiles.
Your P.O.V
I look in horror as Luke and his monsters tear apart my home. How dare he?! I clench my fists to suppress the anger that slowly begins to fester but then let my hand fall open. Maybe that’s what I needed to do.. Let my anger and rage go. I shouldn’t have ever left.. Maybe none of this wouldn’t have happened. But right now I cannot wallow in my guilt. I have to act while there’s still a camp left to save. My father rests his hand atop my shoulder, smiling down at me with pride. “Honey, you need to go help them. You belong up there. Go save your friends.” Persephone gives me a supportive nod. I grab my sword, more than ready to rip Luke a new one when my eyes fall on Cerberus. And then, just like my father, I have a dangerously wicked idea. “Hey, dad? Do you happen to have any monsters you don’t need right now?”
Third P.O.V
(I would highly recommend listening to Welcome to The Jungle by Guns N’ Roses, like, right now)
The four demigods held onto one another, scared for their lives and the lives of the others. Even the children of Ares were frightened. None of them would back down from a fight but even Clarisse wasn’t sure how to go about this situation. A large group of kids, most of which couldn’t even protect themselves, cower behind children of Ares and Athena. And poor Percy and Shawn, scared to death, held tightly to their friends. They were sure this would be their end. But when the earth begun to shake and roar, they new the fight was only beginning. Shawn thought Luke had conjured more beasts to reek havoc upon Camp Half Blood, but when he looked upon the son of Hermes’ face, he knew he was wrong.
This was not Luke’s doing. To the left of them, the fire pit which sported all of their celebratory events begun to grow at an unusual rate. The flame grew until it was as tall as the tree-lines. All of the kids inched back, afraid of what else it could possibly be. Even Luke’s Minotaur stepped back in fear. And as the flame dies down, a woman tall and dressed in nothing but black, orange and red, forms from the fire. She steps off the coals and onto the rock railing, clutching the handle of her sword, looking nothing but powerful. “Well if it isn’t Hades’ little spawn.” Luke attempts to say strongly but there’s a tinge of fear in his voice, one that he cannot hide no matter how hard he tried. “You seem to be out numbered.”
The second the words leave his mouth, (Y/n) chuckles, sporting a wicked grin. “It seems I am. But you see, you’ve threaten my camp and I won’t allow that.” He laughs as the Chimera eyes her curiously. “Your camp?! Everyone here hates you. You are the daughter of that monster, after-all. Even your golden boy boyfriend said that.” (Y/n) clenches her fists, bringing her head down to nod before taking a few steps forward. The ground beneath her feet irrupts in flames, searing the dirt below her. “That may be true. I may be a monster and the daughter of a monster.. But it does come with perks-” Drawing her sword, (Y/n) looked more terrifying than ever. Bring her fingers up to her lips, she whistled.
All of a sudden, two roars irrupted from behind her. The kids inch back in fear, but sport a tinge of excitement. She was fighting for them despite how they had treated her. They could actually win this battle. Bumbling from the fire pit, came Cerberus, the three-headed beast. He took her left side, roaring so loud the kids found themselves forced to cover their ears. “You’re still out numbered. Two to one.” Luke says greedily, trying his best to hide his discomfort. Once again, he could lose. There was a chance he would go somewhere worse than the previous prison he successfully saute to get out of. (Y/n) glanced over at Cerberus, his teeth bright and long as saliva poured from his mangled lips. “Yes, I guess so. Why don’t we make it even then?”
She pulls a small whistle from her pocket, grinning up at Luke with her bright red eyes before blowing. The noise is non-existent but just because it isn’t loud doesn’t mean there isn’t something coming, something much more terrifying. And by the gods, there was. If Luke or any of the kids were scared of Cerberus, they’re for sure going to have nightmares about the beast (Y/n) easily summons with a faint blow of a pocket sized whistle. A roar louder than both the Chimera and the Minotaur combined cries out throughout the camp. All of a sudden, a beast with more than five heads sprang from the ground, ripping the earth apart. A hydra, outstretching the size of both the Minotaur and the Chimera. The demigods gaped in awe as the monster cried and took the right side of it’s leader. (Y/n) glanced between her two faithful and loyal guardians with pride.
Luke’s hands trembled in fear but he would never back down from such a fight, never go back to that cage. Whilst the two were distracted, Percy and Grover yanked Annabeth and Shawn’s arms, getting them out of the deadly Chimera’s grasp. Despite the fact that the movement was so small and insignificant, it caught (Y/n)’s gaze which evidently met Shawn’s deep chocolate brown eyes. In that moment, his heart ached for her, as did hers for him. But of course, she would never let him see that innocence, not when such foul words were shared and two hearts were broken not less than a few days ago. Instead, she stood up straighter, jaw-clenched in protest.
Anybody with eyes would know that she was the daughter of Hades. Eyes bright yet dark at the same time with armor as black as night. Nobody could possibly imagine nor grasp the amount of power that festered behind her very skin, just itching to release from her fingertips. With her sleeves cut at the shoulders, the shirt could barely withhold her bulging muscles that seemed to tear away at her waist. (Y/n) did not look like a demigod, for she excelled far greater than that title. She presented herself as a goddess, nothing but strong, terrifying and beautiful all in the same mix. This is who I am. She seemed to say to her unrequited but actual requited love, gazing down at him briefly. I cannot and will not be changed.
And before she could even register his facial reaction, the battle had begun. Cerberus charged forward, barreling towards the Minotaur with a loud and treacherous roar. Luke leaped off the beasts shoulder, jumping just in time to avoid the attack. But the Minotaur took to the ground, trying to fight off Cerberus, who mercilessly drilled into his side. While Luke was on the ground, it was (Y/n)’s moment. She moved quick, avoiding the Chimera’s countless attacks before successfully slipping between its gigantic legs. Just as the Chimera tries turn around and take her down, the Hydra lights up, blowing down on the beast to protect it’s master. The demigods watched in awe, almost too captivated to get up and fight.
Shawn and Percy stand from their hiding spot, glancing at one another with a small smile. “Together?” Percy asks, sheepishly. Though he was one of the most powerful demigods to live on the camp, he was still the same old Percy which was something Shawn always admired. His simplicity and never changing attitude brought the golden boy open and more trusting. The taller boy took his hand in respect before saying, “It would be an honor to fight along your side.” Pulling out his flying shoes, Percy tied them down quickly before unsheathing their swords in unison. Annabeth and Grover joined in, looking as dirty but as determined as the rest. Percy and Shawn take to the skies, aiding Cerberus and the Hydra against Luke’s creatures.
At first, both creatures watched the boys defend them, almost dying in the process. They watched curiously as Shawn let a bright lightning bolt lose, crashing down in front of the Chimera before it could even get near Cerberus. The three-headed dog was more than ready to kill off the demigod. That was until Shawn saved its life. The golden boy looked at the gargantuan dog, gulping before the large beast sniffed him warily before proceeding to stand in front of Shawn, to almost protect him. But in the midst of all the blood, conflict and war, he can’t help but subconsciously look for his beloved, wanting more than anything for her to be safe and out of harms way. But knowing her, she’d be doing the exact opposite.
A few hundred feet away from the golden boy, Shawn fought and kept an eye on her as she dueled with Luke. His fighting was never past Annabeth’s but it was definitely a match for (Y/n). If she was tired, she wouldn’t show it. The daughter of Hades would never show defeat. Their swords clashed together, ringing loudly throughout the camp. The son of Hermes was drenched in his own perspire, wet from head to toe. And though (Y/n) looked alive and thriving, she was getting tired. With a heavy gulp, she suppressed her exhaustion and continued fighting, bringing pain to those who’s day is but a reckoning. And she was winning, soon to be the champion and savior of camp before Luke blocked her sword and with a free hand plunged a knife to her side.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!” Shawn wailed, eyes wide as his once best friend plunged a dagger into his beloveds waist. The golden boy always had control over his lightning and powers, bending and wielding it as he so chooses. But watching the life leave the love of his life’s eyes threw him overboard. All of the energy and power bubble up within him seemed to vanish and disperse, striking down on the camp in all different directions. For once in his life, he couldn’t control his emotions, his powers. All Shawn wanted to do was make Luke pay. A large light blue bolt came crashing down in it’s loud, vibrant and powerful glory, striking Luke down. The son of Hermes went flying in the opposite direction, rolling onto the dirt before he slipped into unconsciousness.
The son of Zeus couldn’t even try to hide his tears even if he tried as he fumbled over to her limp body. As the lightning dispersed, the only thing remaining was a faint hum of energy in the air. “(Y/n)- P-Please be o-okay-” He brokenly mumbled as Shawn wrapped his large hands around her face, cradling her like a child. “O-oh my g-gods, please, I-I can’t lose you-” All of a sudden she gasped back to life, coughing and groaning in pain. Relief washed over the both of them, knowing the other was safe and no longer in harms way. “Shawn?” She asked, not entirely trusting her lopsided vision. He couldn’t help but laugh at her loopy expression, missing the light that fell onto her cheeks whenever he saw her. “Yeah, it’s me. Gods, (Y/n), I am so sorry for the things I said to you-
“I had no right to say such horrible things. And none of them were true. You’re not a monster- neither is your dad- I-I am so sorry about everything- I thought I lost the love of my life- I thought I lose you-” He says quickly, scanning her face likes it’s the last time he might ever see her again. Shawn wants to remember her, every feature, every flaw before she slips from his grasp. “Y-You love me?” She asks, her voice so much softer and innocent, it almost doesn’t sound like her. But he knows it is. He nodded, glancing back and forth between her eyes and her moist lips. “I thought I lost you, (Y/n)..” And despite the situation, and its seriousness, she chuckles. “You’ll never lose me. I am the daughter of death, after-all. You think a butter-knife will kill me?”
She wipes his tears away, admiring his bright smile as he shakes his head before saying. “Oh, shut up-” Before (Y/n) could make another witty comeback he placed his lips atop hers, and just like he’d imagined, they were hot and moist, like being filled up with fire and energy. He felt like a thousand degrees, not in a smokey, suffocating way. But just to leave you begging, wanting more of her warmth and what power she has to offer. His lips were soft, just as she’d thought despite the destruction he could give off. Warm but colder than hers, definitely. A small bolt transferred through her and (Y/n)’s whole body felt alive, fuzzy and tingly. She could feel the electricity and power he gave off and the feeling was outwardly. “I love you..” She mutters against his lips, wanting to feel his energy again. He cradled her close and smiled bright. “I love you, too.”
(I hope you guys liked it!! Please comment below! I REALLY appreciate the feedback. I loved this AU and I’d really like to more if you think of some!!)
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Sequinox: Vivaldi’s End
WARNING: Character Death ahead. As well as Non-Canon scenes, written to be more dramatic
The way they described it in all the movies, tv shows, books; it all seemed so cliché. Everything happened so fast, there wasn't anything they could do, it was all just for dramatics. Things like that just didn't happen in real life. Nothing was that fast.
But as that stinger detached itself from Scorpius' head and lashed out, they learned that they had been wrong. She was that fast, and there wasn't a damn thing they could do as the stinger dug its way through Vivaldi. Time around them stopped, and damn it, that was supposed to be fake too. There was no time to blink as it knocked him off his feet, and they could only watch the stinger retract back to the giant woman, leaving a trail of blood in its wake, and in the darkness of the night, Vivaldi's blood dripped from the pointed tip like it was venom.
Before his body even had time to still, soft particles of golden light floated away from his body, the light joining the stars as his clothes disappeared, replaced with the ones he had been wearing before he transformed. A costume that had barely been a costume. Dark jeans and jacket, a red shirt, and where once there had been a spider logo, only a bloody hole remained.
"Oh, Spider-Man, that's cool!"
"Barely any effort at all," Hannah had scoffed. Caiden brushed it off. He wasn't in the mood today to deal with her attitude.
"Oh my god!" Hannah screamed, covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes widened, watering though she wouldn't admit it. She knew that curly hair, those freckled cheeks. God, was that...?
"Caiden!" Yuki cried, running over to him with no hesitation, skidding to his side, not caring about her now bruised and bleeding knees. "No, no, Caiden!"
"Why are you guys creeping behind a bush?"
"We're watching this go down. Wanna join?"
"Not really."
"How about some dippin' dots?" Sid asked, holding out her partially melted cup of an ice cream monstrosity.
"Um, no thanks."
Pressing her fingers against his neck, Yuki searched for a pulse; waited one moment, then another. There was no breathing, there was no pulse. Looking at his eyes, open wide like he was still in shock, they were dulled. Dead.
With and enraged yell, Chell charged, sword aflame. Smirking, Scorpius simply brushed her aside like nothing, sending her flying through the fence they had hidden behind to transform. Growling, the girl ignored the pain and kicked off the splintered wood, coming at her from behind.
Caiden plopped down the plate of food in front of Chell, and she noticed immediately that there were more fries there than there were on anyone else's plate. She gave Caiden a look, and he only shrugged.
"You're gonna ask for more anyway. Saves myself a trip."
"You're just tryin' to get yourself a better tip."
"Is it working?"
"Um, heck yeah!"
Shaking her head, though her body shook with what she was sure was shock, Sid readied her fists and ran into the fray. Unfortunately, she didn't even get close. With her tail, Scorpius pinned Chell to the ground, and turned to her. Sid put a hand to the ground, curling her finger as best she could, and caught herself before she could fall into the crushing hold of the enemy before her. Scorpius' smile was wicked, but she came no closer to her, not while she had Summer in her grasp.
Hannah was stock still in her place, eyes only for the dead boy on the ground. Her classmate, that annoying creep, the talented photographer... Caiden. All this time Vivaldi had been Caiden, and she'd been so mean to him; for God's sake, when was the last time she had said something nice to him, if at all? And now... He was dead. He had helped them for so long, and they'd done nothing to save him.
"Hannah, Yuki! Get over here and help us!"
Chell's yell snapped Hannah out of her mental breakdown, and she could see that Sid and Chell were going all out against the giant woman, and getting no where. All her confidence had dropped to rock bottom. They had been doing so good against these stupid stars, and now...
With a shaky breath, Yuki gently brushed her hand across Caiden's face (God, he was already cold), and closed his eyes. She had vowed she would be stronger, strong enough to protect her friends. And she hadn't. She hadn't been able to do a damn thing. After hours, days, weeks of training. Her failure showed here.
"That was pretty good Winter," Vivaldi said, nodding his head, "You've really shown some great improvement."
Yuki blushed, trying to hide how pleased she was at his compliment. This was training time, she really needed to calm her hormones down.
"Thanks. I've been training a lot recently."
"It shows."
Winter stood up, her eyes down cast, her knees blooded from scrapes, her hands dirtied with blood that wasn't hers. She couldn't let this sit idly by. If she couldn’t save her friends, then she was sure as hell going to avenge them.
"Come on, Hannah," Yuki said, brandishing her wand, "We've got a fight to win."
They were beaten, bruised, Chell had been stabbed again, Sid had a broken arm, Hannah had been burned, and Yuki was close to passing out due to a drain on her mana. But victory was theirs, hollow as it felt. Before their eyes, Scorpius slowly turned to star dust, glowing brighter and brighter the more that she started to disappear. But even though she was dying, her unforgiving and cruel grin refused to leave her face.
"You think this is a big win for you," she growled out, voice strong, "You've defeated Scorpius, you all are big heroes. Think again."
Her laugh sent shivers down the girl's spines, hitting a nerve in them. And when she continued to speak, her voice wasn't like it had been. It sounded like two people speaking at once, and panic gripped Yuki's heart when she realized who the other voice belonged to.
"There are more stars in the sky than Sequinox. I will stop at nothing to destroy you and this miserable planet. And even if I can only take you out one by one... It won't take much longer to get rid of the rest of you, now will it?"
Her dual toned laughed echoed around them as Scorpius' eyes turned towards Caiden's body. The four girls could only grit their teeth, trying to hold back their tears. And as they listened to the woman laugh like a mad man, they wished there was more that they could do at that moment. All they could do was watch as the last of the star dust rose into the night sky. And while the red and blue lights of emergency vehicles started to blot out the darkness, they could still see the threat that lingered in the stars. They had gotten rid of one constellation, but rather than dimming, the others only grew brighter, stronger.
As soon as Scorpius was gone, Yuki fell to her knees. Her breath was ragged, her vision blurred before her. She could distantly hear her friends surrounding her, asking if she was okay even if they had worse wounds. She was fine, Yuki would be okay. That didn't apply to everyone, though.
"Like hell! My son and his friends went this way! I need to make sure they're okay-"
“Caiden, I don’t know what’s been wrong with you recently, but are you really going to sit here and mope the whole day? You’ve always enjoyed Halloween.”
Caiden wanted to fight her, say he wasn’t being moody, but it was a futile one. She wouldn’t understand. She wouldn’t understand why he was terrified to leave, terrified to stay, all because of that alarm this morning and his dented door handle.
And as if their hearts hadn't been broken before, they shattered when they heard the sound of Elena, Caiden's mom. Still dressed to the nines for the holiday they had all been celebrating, it was a harsh reminder that this had all started out as a fun gathering of friends. The fight had seemed to go on forever, but really, it had only been an hour or two since they'd just been normal, teenage girls.
"Ma'am, please, you need to come back-"
"Caiden!" Elena screamed, moving passed the officer trying to detain her, and ran to her son. Her eyes were wide, so wide that from far away you could only see the whites. With shaking hands, she tried to reach down to touch her son, but stayed an inch away. If she touched him and didn't feel his heart beat, didn't feel the coldness of his skin, didn't feel his chest rising and falling with his gentle breaths, then this could all be a dream. She could shake her head, be back inside her home as her children said bye as she sent them off. She could be happy again.
Her hands rested on the cleanest part of her son's chest, and she felt it all. Tears started to stream down her face, one after another until she could see nothing out of the blurriness.
"Did I tell him I loved him?" Elena asked, and there was nothing any of the Sequinox could do to stop their own tears from falling, "Did I even do that before I forced him to go out when he didn't even want to? When was the last time he even heard me say that?"
“Alright, I’m going, I’m going!” Caiden groaned, opening the front door, “But if Gel’s already started wrecking havoc, it’s not my fault.”
“You’re both such brats,” Elena said as he shut the door, adoring smile lighting up her face.
Some officers started to approach, looking conflicted. They needed to get this woman out of here, to process the scene, but it clearly wasn't going to be an easy matter. Seeing this, Chell got up, even though it hurt like hell, and blocked them off.
"Give her a fucking second," she hissed, no longer caring about being polite in light of the situation, "She just lost her son!"
And as if this wasn't bad enough, Sid could see Sungjin in the crowd as well, face stiff as he tried his hardest to keep a wriggling Gel in his arms, to keep her head against his shoulder to keep her eyes away.
"Dad, the Sequinox are here! Everything will be fine!"
Behind him were Chell's brothers as well, though they were tall enough to see passed the people, and their eyes were averted. They must have immediately gone back to the Parks' home to warn them of the danger.
Too much like her mom, Gel was able to wiggle free, dropping to the ground and running through, trying to get to her mom. Hannah quickly dashed over to the front of the line and grabbed her, stopping her from going any farther.
"That's far enough sweetie. You need to go back to your dad."
Caiden was getting beaten up by Gel again, ignoring her as best he could while she yelled in character, playing as Sequinox Spring again. Sungjin was doing his best not to laugh.
“We did a good job raising them.”
He looked over at his wife and gave her a kiss on the temple.
“Yeah, yeah we did.”
Gel's eye lit up with adoration when she saw that the Spring Sequinox was in front of her, though she started to grow concerned when she saw the burn marks, charred clothes, and cuts she wore.
"Woah, what happened to-" her question cut off when she got on her tip toes to peer around her. What could they have fought to cause such a scene? Was it still there?
No, the big bad was gone. But there was her mom. And Caiden. He was paler than he had been before she left. There was blood on the ground, and her mom was crying.
"Caiden...?"
"I'm so sorry Gel. There wasn't anything we could do."
It took a moment, but it finally clicked in her brain. Sungjin made it through, went to grab his daughter, but the realization had already dawned on her.
"No, Caiden! He can't be, he can't be gone!" Her wails were high pitched, agonized, and heart broken, "You- you are supposed to be the good guys! You were supposed to protect us! Why didn't you protect my brother?"
"Gel, I-"
"I hate you! I hate the Sequinox! Bring my brother back, bring him back! We still have to play, and he has to let me beat him up! Mom has to yell at him more, Dad has to embarrass him. BRING HIM BACK!"
“No, that’s not how she does her hair at all. Here, let me show you.”
Gel was a little skeptical at first, but let her brother tie up her hair. It hurt a little, but when she looked in the mirror, she did look more like Spring now.
“Get back, foul Scorpi!”
“You’re welcome!”
Her shouts turned to sobs as her father took her away, and Hannah covered her mouth again, fighting back her own emotions. The crowd around them started to murmur, and the bits and pieces she heard only drove the point home. They were supposed to protect them. But even their own magical powers weren't enough, hadn't been enough to save one boy.
They were supposed to be the heroes. They saved the day, they kept everyone safe. Obviously, this had been a job too far over their heads.
Hannah felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see Sid. Her eyes were watery, but she put her hand out to help her friend up. Spring took it, and couldn't help but fall into the other's arms. They hugged, hard, and Hannah would never bring it up again, but she damn sure needed it at the moment.
"We're supposed to be the heroes," Hannah whispered into the hug, and Sid only held tighter.
"It could have been worse," was the only thing Sid could offer, and even to herself, it sounded lame and callous.
Before he transformed, Caiden took a steadying breath. The kids were safe, now he had to do his part.
He tried his hardest to steady his shaking hands, and was able to make it look like vibrato as he played. They would be fine. They had trained for this.
"And it could have been a hell of a lot better. What are we supposed to do now? More are coming."
Sid looked up into the sky, at what had once been a beautifully lit backsplash of wonder and color. Now, the starts were too bright, and every time she closed her eyes, she could see a figure. White like the center of a star, but as cold as the deepest parts of space. Her grin was wicked, predatory. And she said the only thing she could.
"I don't know.
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