#i need to go to bed man i need her to not be keeping me awake

[lemmesayimyourbiggestfan]

frontman x reader whos a player but not because of debt but because she was investigating with gi-hun and ju-hon and got in the limousine and then in-ho falls in love with her and gets her out of the game with him like at the end of the season

can u also like not write it like a hate love relationship? like readers conflicted but still likes in-ho

Keeping you safe

Hwang In-ho x reader

hiii, pleasure writing your request! hope it’s the way you imagined :)

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: violence, murder,…

Requests are open! i would also like to write something about Jun-ho or the salesman, so hmu

When you jumped into the limousine after Gi-hun you didn’t consider its consequences. Jun-ho trusted you to keep your eyes on Gi-hun at all costs and you were going to keep your word, even when it meant making yourself vulnerable.

The gas was sweet on your tongue and Gi-hun already slumped down on the plush leather of the limo seats. But you were wide awake, somehow defying sleep’s influence, shaking, still processing what the deep voice implied and Gi-hun demanded. “Put me in the game. But leave her out of it.”

Those words were followed by a dry laugh. You knew that meant there was no way out of it now. You started whispering into the intercom to Jun-ho, saying how sorry you were. His panicked voice was cut off by you turning off the device while you prepared yourself for the Frontman’s reaction, closing your eyes and taking shallow breaths.

“No. Those are my games and my rules. Might make them more interesting, don’t you agree, player 456?”

Then the gas started rising up from the floor. Gi-hun grabbed your hand, rumbling about how sorry he was. You smiled wearily, pressing his hand. “It’s okay, Gi-hun.” You both knew it wasn’t. It was as far from ‘okay’ as possible.

His fingers went limp and you resigned, waiting for the inevitable. With muted senses you watched the tinted protection shield go down. Behind it was the man in the mask himself, looking at you over his shoulder. Just when his gloved hand hovered over his mask, shrugging it off, you were engulfed in darkness.

***

After the first game, you thought that nothing could surprise you anymore. As much as Gi-hun tried to keep you from all the bloodshed, even he couldn’t cover your eyes and ears every time there was a gunshot. Still pale and shaken, digging dirt and blood from beneath your nails, you sat on your bed with the provided food in your lap, watching your surroundings. At least Gi-hun could be happy he found here his long lost friend, with whom he was now talking. You still didn’t speak to anyone else. You were scared that if you did, they would be dead by tomorrow.

You barely noticed there was any commotion until the sudden silence peaked your interest. There was a skirmish between three guys, two of them working together, which made the outcome of the fight quite obvious. There was another player stalking towards the group, trying to break up the fight.

“I said save the lecture for your own damn kids.” one of the guys shouted at him. That’s when you noticed the player’s still frame, like a cat before launching at its prey. And you were right; within a blink of an eye, he put both of the guys on their backs, not even breaking a sweat. You looked closer at him, reading the number 001 on his back. Even from afar you could see how deadly calm he was while choking one of them. After a moment the rage left his body and he released his grip. You didn’t expect the applause that followed his actions. You exchanged a look with Gi-hun. Were you the only one who sensed something foreboding?

You turned your attention back to the food in your lap and decided that even though you weren’t hungry, you desperately needed the energy. But in your mind, all you could think about was the player 001. Was he a police detective like Jun-ho or a former marine like Jung-bae or Dae-ho? Or something else entirely?

It took you a while to get out of your head and notice that his bed was right next to yours. With a sigh, player 001 sat down, grabbing his unfinished food. Just then he noticed your searching look and gave you a tentative smile.

“Hello, sir,” you began, looking down at your hands. A sudden wave of nervousness came over you. “I’m Y/N. Do you mind telling me your name?”

“No bother, Y/N,” he replied and you stared at his lips, at how perfectly they formed your name. “I’m Young-il. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” you grinned at him in response, holding out your hand that he tentatively shook.

“Nice moves there,” you pointed your chin to the middle of the dormitory where the fight took place. “You could teach me if you had time, I’m terrible in combat.” A lie. Jun-ho himself taught you how to hold yourself and how to hold a gun. You were just trying to find out who Young-il was.

“If we have time, yes.” he nodded absentmindedly, scooping up a mouthful of rice.

“Do you mind me asking? I was just wondering if you have any children.” you said carefully.

“No, I don't.” Young-il replied, suddenly his gaze sharp.

“Well, I just thought that, based on your reaction to what that other player told you-“ you searched for the answer in his closely guarded expression. “You lost your child, didn’t you?”

Young-il didn’t say anything to that, his cutlery going limp in his hand.

“I just- I’d know that look anywhere. I know it’s not something to bond over,” you gave a startled laugh, fidgeting under his everlasting gaze, “but if you’d like to talk about it-“

“Thank you.” He reached out and squeezed your hand. His touch was calloused and warm. “I mean it.”

You smiled softly, squeezing his fingers in response. “I know.”

Preparing yourself for lights out, you couldn’t ignore his lingering gaze following your movements. Thankfully Gi-hun approached you and sat next to you on the bed, guilt visible in his expression.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to drag you into this. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe-“

“Don’t worry about that, sir. I can take care of myself. Anyways, I was only following Jun-ho’s orders. It had nothing to do with you.”

Unconvinced, Gi-hun sighed and moved to his own bed, not having the energy at the moment to argue with you. You finally lay down, moving the thin blanket over your body, curling up on your side.

“I overheard you talking about Jun-ho, and I couldn’t help but notice how familiar that name sounds to me,” Young-il broke the silence, looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.

“Well, he used to work as a police detective so that’s why you might know him.”

“Oh, yes, that might be possible,” Young-il gave you a restrained smile. “And he is to you-?”

“A friend. I used to work as a secretary in his department, that’s all.” you smiled back.

“Oh, sorry to pry.” he looked at his hands.

“Not at all.” He looked into your eyes and your eyes crinkled with another smile. Only when he looked away did you turn around in your bed. A few minutes later you heard Gi-hun and Young-il talking and even though you didn’t want to, it was impossible to not overhear. Young-il was explaining the story of why he’s in the games and why he chose to continue playing - how his pregnant wife was gravely ill and he needed the money due to her medical bills. Somehow, this answer shocked you, even though you shouldn't have been thrown off by it. Of course he was married.

Only after the whole dormitory fell silent did you finally fall into a fitful sleep.

***

“Thank you, Young-il.” you whispered to him, gratefully touching his shoulder. Young-il turned his gaze your way and the corners of his eyes crinkled under the influence of a smile. Only his supportive words during the six legged pentathlon could calm you down, which resulted in you successfully completing your mini game. The memory flashed through your mind - tears welling in your eyes, hands shaking as you reached again and again for the gong-gi pebbles. You could sense your teammates’ growing unease but that even worsened your situation. After the third attempt, Young-il grabbed you by the elbow, leaning closer as he said: “Ignore everything else okay? Just listen to me and focus.”

You nodded, bewildered eyes setting again on the pebbles. You were kneeling in a puddle of blood, which didn’t exactly help calm your nerves.

“Just concentrate. I know you can do it. Look at you, all flushed red and focused. This look suits you.” The pebbles balanced on the knuckles of your hand, just one more throw. You looked up at Young-il, lips slightly parted. Were you hearing correctly? Maintaining eye contact, you threw the pebbles op with a sudden surge of confidence and caught them flawlessly. Everyone cheered and you were hoisted up by your team, but all you could hear were Young-il’s last words whispered in your ear: “Good girl.”

Now he was looking at you, this new tension between you two palpable.

“Anytime.”

***

While you tried to act nonchalant, it was just impossible. The way Young-il now watched you at all times drove you crazy, feeling his gaze like a branding on your body. You were grateful for keeping a watch during the lights off, thinking that it could distract you from your own dirty thoughts. But it was quite the contrary.

Overlooking the silent dark room, those words echoed in you even more soundly. Good girl. With a sigh you stretched out your legs, trying to ignore the tightness in your underbelly. You were annoyed with yourself. Why did the words of a stranger make you feel this way? Words of a married stranger, more like it.

“You seem distracted.”

You jumped at that impassive raspy voice. Thankfully, once Young-ho sat down next to you, he couldn’t notice your flushed cheeks due to the impassable darkness. Your shoulders touched and to your surprise he didn’t immediately move away.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really.” you smiled with your head bowed, nearly chuckling at how clueless he must be.

There was an awkward silence following your reply, so, without thinking about it, you said: “Thank you again for today, truly. You helped me a lot.”

Young-il looked at you, searching for something in your expression. Apparently he found it. “You think about that a lot, don’t you?”

“Sorry?” you stumbled over your words, not knowing how to react, what to say.

“My words alone made you quiver. Now imagine what my tongue could do.” he whispered, teasing you, a spark in his eyes.

“Young-il-“ you breathed out, suddenly aware of how close his face was to yours. You felt your underwear getting wetter by the minute. But you put that all in the back of your mind as you said: “I know you are married. Expecting a child, even. You shouldn’t say things like that.”

He blinked, taken aback. “Does that bother you? Or are you bothered by the effect I have on you?”

You sighed, looking away from his handsome face. Was he sent here just to test your boundaries?

“I still have enough self control to know right from wrong.” But your body wasn’t in line with your thoughts.

Young-il stared at you for a moment, then sighed, irritated. “My wife and my child are gone. I just don’t enjoy talking about them in past tense. I joined the games out of misery, nothing more. Are you happy now?”

You froze, looking at the way his arms formed into fists at his sides. It was like having ice cold water poured all over you.

“Young-il, I’m so-“

“Don’t be. It’s been a long time.” Eyes meeting, he smiled at you tentatively. You squeezed his warm hand and he relaxed, loosening his fist.

“Right now, I don’t care about anything but you.” He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Moving closer, he kissed the bruise already blossoming on your jaw. And you let him.

“I don’t want to scare you away with my… infatuation. But right now, I’m so desperately weak for you.” Your breathing hitched as he moved his lips to your ear.

Just when you thought he would kiss you, he suddenly pulled away.

“I’ll take over the watch. You should sleep, muster some energy for tomorrow.” You nodded as if in a trance. He helped you stand up and led you to your bed. Young-il left you standing there, leaving only the whisper of his lips branding your cheek.

***

The third game was a whirlwind of movement. Only thanks to Young-il were you still alive and breathing. Every time a number was announced, he firmly grasped your wrist and dragged you with him wherever he went. Not that you were complaining - you were so overstimulated by all the commotion that you were glad you could keep up with him.

When one player tried to separate you from him, Young-il bared his teeth and kicked him square in the chest. “She’s mine,” There it was, the cold expression and clenched jaw. Even though you were on the brink of dying, a shiver ran down your spine.

You made it safe with your group into one of the rooms and soon were walking out to play the last round. You knew exactly what the woman’s voice was going to announce and you were right: “Two.”

Young-il was already moving, pushing people out of your way. Everything seemed to go smoothly, until you reached the room; a player was already inside.

“Get out.” Young-il growled and reached the man, trying to get him on his legs and out of the room.

“We were here first,” the player whimpered. You noticed other players running to the door you were standing next to and panicking, you closed it, pushing your whole body against it.

You looked over your shoulder at Young-il, wanting to see if he was any closer to pushing the player out through the doors. But you froze when you saw he was holding the man in a headlock, choking him. All you could do was stare.

Young-il was looking straight back at you. And with one smooth motion of his arms he broke the man’s spine, leaving him staring at the ceiling, going limp in Young-il’s grip.

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N.” Young-il said, slowly getting up. You couldn’t tear your gaze from the lifeless body on the ground.

Only when he knelt in front of you did your eyes meet his. He grabbed your cold, shaking hands, kissing the knuckles while staring into your eyes.

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“You poor thing,” Young-il said absentmindedly, wiping your tears away. “I can keep you safe, Y/N. I promise. All I’ve done was to prove that to you.”

“It’s scaring me how far you’re willing to go for me,” you sobbed, fighting the urge to flinch when he caressed your cheek. Still, you couldn’t find a reason to hate him. All the things he was saying were true, he did all of this for you, he killed a man for you, for your own safety.

The lock on the doors clicked and you closed your eyes, letting yourself be guided by Young-il out of the room. You knew that if you looked once more at the corpse, you would never let Young-il touch you again.

So you kept your eyes closed, choosing the easier path.

***

When the lights went out, all you could do was hold Young-il as hard as possible and count the minutes until the slaughter was over. Head against his chest, you concentrated on the sound of his heartbeat, every other sound pushed into the background. His hand was on your lower back, holding you as close as possible.

“I want to go home.” you whispered, clutching the front of his T-shirt like a small child. It was all a mistake. You shouldn’t be here.

“Okay, you will, okay? When we disarm the guards, you stay hidden, but once we take control of the rest, you have to come to my side, you understand?”

You nodded into his chest. Young-il kissed the crown of your head before leaving you under the bed as the guards tried to take control of the situation.

After many gunshots fired, you were crawling to the group of players formed in front of the main doors. Without hesitation you claimed one of the smaller guns for yourself. Somehow, the familiar weight of it calmed you down a bit. Young-il looked at you with tenseness.

“Keeping secrets, I see.” In reply you just loaded the gun, staring back.

Gi-hun looked your way over his shoulder, sending you a quick nod. The group exited the room, moving quickly down the corridor. Young-il stayed back, moving slower than the rest. Once the first guards got in your way, he pushed you to the side, saying: “This way!” Looking over your shoulder, everyone was shooting at the enemy, moving the other way. You looked back at him, unsure.

“You wanted to go home, didn’t you? Well, this is it.” seeing how indecisive you were, he sighed, “You trust me, don’t you?”

Hesitant, you followed his lead. You took the side stairs up and you got a bad feeling in your stomach. Young-il didn’t bother to check the corners, nor the other stories as you climbed the stairs. He walked like someone who knew this place, someone who wasn’t scared that he might be shot.

You stopped in your tracks, aiming your gun with a trembling hand. Young-il, upon noticing you were not following him, turned around. There was something like betrayal shining through his demeanour.

“You’re going to explain.” you said, trying to keep your voice and hand steady.

“Oh, Y/N, I think you already know.” Young-il pointed out, a corner of his lips curling up. He took one step towards you.

“What. Is. Your. Real. Name.” you said through gritted teeth, cocking your gun.

“Hwang In-ho.”

All this time, he was the long lost brother Jun-ho was trying to find. You felt the sting of betrayal in your bones.

“Was any of this real?” Tears stung in your eyes and you hated yourself for being so vulnerable.

“Oh, baby,” In-ho sighed, walking to you, kneeling in front of you again. The muzzle of the gun touched his forehead, which he seemed unbothered by.

“Everything.” he said, looking up at you.

“I keep trying to hate you,” you whispered, trying to muster at least some hatred that would make you pull the trigger. “It would be so much easier if I did.”

In-ho reached out and gently took the gun from your trembling hand. He threw in on the ground, making it slide on the floor.

“I know,” he whispered, grabbing your hips with his hands. He stared at you yearningly. There was a burning ache in your chest clawing its way into your throat.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”

The worst part was that he was right.

“I know I should stay away from you, but I can’t. It’s not that simple.” A sob tore out of your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. There were so many emotions in you that your head was spinning. All you knew was the fact that you couldn’t hate the one person who deserved it the most.

“Stay with me, love. I beg you,” In-ho said hoarsely, gripping you harder, trying to make you understand. “You will be safe with me. I will not break that promise.” His eyes were filled with hope. “You felt it too, I know.”

You closed your eyes, composing yourself and your thoughts. You knew it was wrong. But you always had a weakness for the forbidden.

In-ho stood up, taking your face in his hands. He kissed your forehead, your temples, your jaw. And when he kissed you on the lips, you let yourself melt into the touch, forgetting everything else.

“You’ll be the death of me.” you whispered against his lips and he smiled into the kiss, knowing you were his.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

We meet again | In-ho x Fem!Reader | PT3

Summary: It was only one night for fun, you never thought you would see him again. Even less in a place like this one.

P1 P2

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - Pregnant!Reader - Non canon background for In-ho - Use of (Y/N) - Angst - Protective!In-ho - Soft!Dae-ho - Panic!Reader - grammar mistakes -

Morning came once again, this time you managed to get some good sleep, between the extra blankets and Jun-hee body heat (who told you she may end hugging you since she liked to cuddle in her sleep), you did not mind and so you woke up with her snoring over you.

"How does you two feel?" Dae-ho asked from besides the bed, for him it was like seeing his sisters from back home.

"I think we are both fine, better than last night" You slowly moved Jun-hee who asked for five more minutes, not catching up were she was.

You let out a small smile and looked around, Gi-hun and Jung-Bae seemed to be engrossed in a deep conversation, there was no trace of In-ho.

"Hey Dae-ho" He made a noise to let you know he was listening "Where is In-ho?"

"Oh, he said he needed to use the restroom and asked me to keep watch over you two" He responded like it was a normal thing. "He is really protective you know? I think he sees Jun-hee like a little sister of sorts but..." He closed his mouth not wanting to make things akward.

"But?, you can tell me"

"Its different with you. I see the way he looks at you, he was very atentive when we were walking the stairs and even let you held on him"

Well, he kind of forced me to.

"And, well the first night...I saw him giving you his blanket, I dont think he sees you like a sister at all" He added a small blush on his cheecks as he felt like he was sharing a secret

You did also blush, his words hitting your heart hard and deep. Did he really care ? Did he really care for his baby ? And yourself ? Was it true that he would have stayed or went back ?

"I think you are overthinking, he most likely does it because im...fragile right now"

But Dae-ho moved his head "No, im positive that he sees you more than a friend, trust me, I grow up with four sisters, im used to see which men would see them as friends and which would see them as lovers"

"Does that mean you see me like a sister?" You asked him trying to make him forget about his ideas.

He suttered responding "W-well, I mean, you are a woman" You nodded and he laughted "Right you are, and you are pregnant no less...two of my sisters were pregnant once and I was besides them during it so...m-maybe im acting on instinct. Sorry if it brothers you"

"No, no it does not. If nothing im happy. My brother left the country when he fell on debt, and passed it to me. He never called me or contacted before it. So...if you see me as your sister then its fair I see you as my brother"

Dae-ho smiled softly at your words He was going to talk once again but the voice of Jung-Bae calling him made him stop.

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"Its time for the game yet?" Jun-hee said getting up blinking to adjust to the light.

"No yet, we have a few more minutes to rest" You responded "How do you feel?"

Jun-hee dismissed your worried tone with her hand "Im fine, slept better than last night. Thank you for sharing the blankets"

"You are welcome, we must take care of each other, right?"

She smiled, a sincere one. "We have"

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In-ho with his clothes of Front Man read over the food for the next days, besides him stood The Officer not saying a word knowing better.

"Add one appel for each player" He finally said, giving the officer the tablet back who nodded. "And kept the vitamins for player 222 and 344"

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"Attention players, today we will be giving food, form a line and wait" The Guard called.

Jun-hee and you moved to get in line, followed by Jung-Bae, Gi-hun and Dae-ho. "Why are they giving us breakfast? And where is In-ho?" Jung-Bae asked looking around with confusion, even Gi-hun had started to get worried.

"Well...he did say he needed the restroom, but he has been gone for much time now" Dae-ho said looking around too.

"Maybe he got lost?" Jung-Bae said getting a look from the four of you. "Well dont look at me like that!"

"You four went to the restroom last night, how far is it?" You asked a bit worried

"Not far, and the guards keep watch" Gi-hun responded

"Maybe he tried to escape?" The voice of Jun-hee asked

All of you fell in silence, the words of the other players muffled by your own thoughts.

Slowly the line went on, the four of you moving in a robotic way, like already mouring his death. 

It cant be, I cant lose him again.. 

You almost fell but Dae-ho noticed it and took you in his arms

"Hey...he may he alright..."

You wanted to cry, maybe the pregnancy was getting on you, maybe the stress was too much.

"And what if not? What if..."

"Next"

Dae-ho helped till you two were in front of the guard who this time gave milk, bread, an appel and the same plastic bag as last time"

Dae-ho looked with curious eyes but a loud sound from the guard and and an almost violent push of food made him look away.

You took a seat and forced yourself to eat and take down the pills. You knew you needed them for your baby.

Dae-ho followed by the others came too, once again Jung-Bae offered Jun-hee and you his milk.

All of you ate in silence, no one knew what to say or do, everyone was confused because of the suprise breakfast but also worried over their other teammate.

"What's going on, the food cant be that bad" The voice from In-ho broke off the dead silence.

"In-ho!" All of you exclaimed, it was a fun scene for the outside of it.

In-ho took a look at all of you, he could tell all of you were worried over him. His gaze lingered on you for a longer moment but he broke the eye contact and took a seat.

"Where were you?" Gi-hun asked between worried and suspicious

In-ho kept his eyes, "I had a small injury from last game, needed to check it" He lied "Tried to go during the night but the guards did not let me"

The silence was still tense but you decided to break it.

"Im glad you are fine" You went to munch back the appel blushing a bit under his eyes. He smiled at you and passed his appel to you, "Jun-hee and you can share it, I dont need it"

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"Attention players, the next game will start soon, form a line and follow a guard"

All of you moved, In-ho once again being in front of you while Dae-ho was behind.

"Really, I can climb these just fine" You told them but they just ignored you.

However this time the guard lead the line of players where you were around a different path one with almost no stairs and the ones that did appear where short ones.

You did not want to show it, but you were grateful for this. Not questioning why the path had change.

Jun-hee was as content as you, holding her own belly, even if she was not as pregnant as you, she still got tired from time to time. She looked at you smiling a bit when he saw In-ho looking over his shoulder to check on you.

Oh, she was sure you two had something. Maybe he was indeed the father of your baby. Maybe it was fate that you two met in here. Much like her own....even if she did not want anything to do with the father of her own baby.

If by the next game all of you were out then she would like to stay close to you. Maybe you two could go and look for cheap clothes for your babys, pick a color for their rooms. If you were living alone maybe you two could live together, or she could live close to you if by any chance In-ho and you shared a place.

She would love to go and have dinner, the three of you. She could picture In-ho not letting you or her do a thing, he would most likely cock and clean.

Maybe Dae-ho could come too. He did said he grow up with four sisters, maybe he would give you two some tricks and help you two. He could introduce his sisters to the two of you.

Her dream ended when they arrived to the next game.

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In-ho was nervous. He knew he could not change the game itself, it would make these watching it get too invested and suspect, last thing he wanted was for the "VIPs" to get their attention on you.

Still, this game was dangerous. Specially for you, it did include running and the spinning, he swear to himself to stay besides you during all of it. But even with that...what if the stress was too much ? The music ?

Fuck, fuck all of this. Fuck it being The Front Man, fuck the dam games, fuck Gi-hun for causing trouble. Why could him just take the money and live his life?

Maybe it was wrong to blame Gi-hun for this. After all, it was not his fault that he had let you pregnant....

But it was his fault he had to make things harder, use all his energy for the games, for these on top of him to be satisfied, if he had not cause trouble outside....

"In-ho" Your sweet voice made him get back "What do you think? About the next game?"

Were all of you talking ? He never noticed.

"Mhm, could be migle" He trailed off

"Like, when we used to count run and hug each other?" Jung-Bae asked

"Must have something to do with these doors" Gi-hun pointed out "Make teams and go inside, something like that"

You little fucker....

"These are too far away..." You said starting to get nervous

"We wont leave you behind" In-ho told you giving your hand a quick grip

I wont leave you behind.

The guards had been ordered to not shoot you. Only to take you to his room in case you did lose. But In-ho would not let you go, he did not want to be separated from you.

"Yeah, we are a team" Dae-ho said taking your hand and Jun-hee who was also scared. "We wont let you two behind"

Maybe the four men from your team had different reasons to be in the games, but they had one objective this time.

Protect you and Jun-hee at all costs.

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"Attention players, the next game is Migle, please get on the platform, when the song stops a number will be say. You must form teams of that number and go inside one of the rooms. If you fail to do so, you will be eliminated"

"You were right" You said to In-ho who helped you get on the platform "And Gi-hun, you were also right about the doors, you two seems to share the same brain"

Gi-hun said nothing while In-ho gave your hand a small grip. The platform started to spin, he could see you already feeling dizzy.

"Try to focus on a specific spot" He said avobe the music "That way you wont faint"

You did as he told you, eyes focus on a specific spot, the song was the old one you would hear kids sing back in your town. It made you want to vomit, to think on how twisted this was.

"10"

All of you started to look around, you were already six, just needed four more, but no one seemed to be around even if there were lots of players.

"Fuck what do we do" Jung-Bae said looking around

"How many are you?" Player 120 asked, behind her player 095, 007 and 149 stood.

"Six" Gi-hun responded quickly scanning the group seeing they were four, the number they needed

"Alright lets go then" In-ho said taking your hand between his, Dae-ho took Jun-hee hand with his, player 007 seemed to be dragging player 149, they were mother and son after all.

"There!" Gi-hun said running ahead opening a purpel door and making sure all of you went inside before he did it.

All of you were breathing hard after the run and stress.

Suddendly the door lock and the voice said time was up, next thing that came were the sounds of gunshots and screams.

"Oh you poor girls" The older woman said looking at Jun-hee and You like a mother would look at her daughter.

"We are fine" Jun-hee said hand on her belly as she took a quick look at you who nodded with a small smile.

"We are holding up" You told the older woman who was now cursing whoever would let two pregnant woman enter such a dangerous game.

In-ho had his face void from any emotion, even his eyes were stone cold while he listened to player 149 rant. It was destroying his heart.

The door unlocked again and the ten of you went out. Not knowing which number could be said next the ten of you decided to be close once the platform started to spin again.

"4"

Fuck, two will be out. You thought and all seemed to think the same, each one looking at the rest.

"Dae-ho, In-ho you two go with (Y/N) and Jun-hee, you four go together" Gi-hun started to make teams

"W-wait, what about-" Jung-Bae nervously asked but Gi-hun talked again "We will find two more, now go"

All of you splitted out, you were able to see the other four go inside a room before Dae-ho found one.

The four of you stood there, you went to look outside since the door had a small space, but between the lights and chaos you could not see Gi-hun or Jung-Bae.

"Hey, Seong was here before, and Jung-Bae its his best friend" Jun-hee said pulling you away from the door "I think they will be fine"

The door lock once again and the same sounds from last time repeated.

You closed your eyes feeling the breakfast trying to go up and out but you forced yourself not to.

Time passed slowly till the door unlock, the four of you inmediatly started to scream for Gi-hun and Jung-Bae but they did no appear.

"I dont see them" You said starting to panic "I- are they dead? I cant remember their numbers...did they said their numbers?" You asked getting more and more nervous not seeing around a player hitted your side

"Watch it caw" player 009, the same from the last game said.

"That little-" Dae-ho was about to go towards him but the screams from Gi-hun and Jung-Bae stopped him.

"Guys!" You said going towards them and hugging them, you felt Gi-hun tense under the hug, maybe he was not used to being hugged. "I was worried over you two" You separated yourself from them

"Gi-hun managed to find two more, its all thanks to him" Jung-Bae said but Gi-hun said nothing still lost in some thoguths

"Im glad you are safe" He finally said. He felt specially protective over you and Jun-hee, but since you seemed to be almost about to cry he could not help but let you know how he felt.

"We are, thanks for your quick thinking" In-ho appeared besides you, it did appear that he was covering you with his body but you did not say a thing.

The six of you went back to the platform, the other four players decided to stay close in case a high number was said.

The platform started to spin once again, the song was short played

"3"

"Let split" Jung-Bae said, already getting besides Gi-hun, "Jun-hee you can come with us"

"But-" Jun-hee did not want to separate herself from you. Last two rounds were heavy on her, being close to you had helped her calm down. She knew you would be safe with Dae-ho and In-ho, specially with In-ho.

"Go with them, we will see each other again" You softly told her giving her a quick hug and parting ways with Dae-ho and In-ho who was looking for a room. Most were already occupied but he would not let that stop him. He will get you inside one no matter what he had to do.

"There! Green one on the left" You screamed at them and both nodded going towards it.

However the three of you were not the only team that was going towards that door, In-ho noticed them right away and with decision ran faster taking one by the collar and punching him. The other two went to help their fallen companion but In-ho managed to fight them off giving Dae-ho and you enoguh time to get inside the room.

"In-ho, lets go time its almost up!!" You called him from the door not being fully inside yet.

He took a glance at the timer and sprinted towards you, barely making inside when the door closed with a loud sound.

"You fucker!! That was our room" One of the players that In-ho had stopped started to punch and scream.

Dae-ho hugged you pulling yourself as far from the door as he could while In-ho stood at the front, blocking the view.

He knew what was coming next and the player being too close would only make it worse.

"Cover her ears" In-ho told Dae-ho over his shoulder who catched up and did as told

The gunshots happen again, this time louder and closer. The player that had been screaming was dead outside now.

"Its ok, we are ok. (Y/N) how do you feel?" Dae-ho asked worried seeing you trembling. "H-hey whats wrong?"

In-ho moved towards you pulling you against his chest. He felt the tears falling down your face and the sobs.

"Shh, its fine. We made it, you and the baby are fine" In-ho calmed you down his own heart beating fast. If he was not inside the room before the time was up something could had happen. Even if the orders were clear to not hurt you, he had no idea how the guards would have manage the fact that inside the room where only two and not three players.

Would they ignored it? Kill Dae-ho and let you live? Give him more time?

He was taking many risks and was getting more worried over you and his baby. This game was too stressful, what was he going to do?

Once the guards removed the bodies the door did unlock, it was a nice suprise not seeing a pool of blood outside the door of the room you were in.

"Guys! Here" Gi-hun voice called, behind him Jung-Bae and Jun-hee followed

"Hey..." You said in a low and tired tone.

"What happened?" Jun-hee asked taking your hands in hers

"T-here was another team and we-" You could not finish the memory of them coming back.

"Its not your fault" Gi-hun said, knowing that most likely you three had to fight for the room. "Its no ones fault"

"In-ho saved us" Dae-ho said patting his back

In-ho tried not to let a groan, he only gave a small smile.

"Players get on the platform, next round will soon start"

The six of you went once again. In-ho made sure to take your hand in his. You looked at him giving him a significant grip and nodd.

"6"

It was like heaven had hear your prayers, the six of you did not waste time and ran to a nearby door. Not lots of players had exactly six so luckly you all made it without having to fight.

"I think this has been the easiest round" Jung-Bae said letting himself fell against a wall

"We got lucky, other number would have gave us problems" You said also slowly falling to sit

"How many rounds do you think we have to play?" Jun-hee wondered and all of you started to think

"Most likely one, I believe they had eliminated enough players by now" In-ho said feeling a headache forming.

"Then which number?" Dae-ho asked making silence fell over the room.

"It would be too much to ask for six again, right?" Jung-Bae said

"I dont see them being that generous" Were your only words.

Finally, the last round. The platform was once again spinning, song playing, In-ho knew it was the last round and that it was going to be two. He had decided he would go with you, the rest could separate as they wanted. But he would not leave you.

"2"

"Pairs! Form pairs and go" Gi-hun said seeing that most players had already started to move

In-ho took your hand once again not giving you time to think as he took you to the nearest room.

"W-wait, what about-"

"Jun-hee will be fine, and so will the rest" He said opening the door and making you go inside. "Stay at the back in case they try pulling the door open" He ordered and you did as he said.

Not sooner than later players were trying to open the door but In-ho had an iron griop on it, he was using all his force to not let them in.

Cmon, just finish the dam timer

"Times up"

The door locked for the last time and In-ho took a moment to collect his breath back. He turned to see you on the floor, eyes red and tears falling, hands over your belly.

"(Y/N) look at me, you are fine. The baby its fine" He assured you getting closer taking your face between his hands and cleaning your tears.

"I wont let anything happen to either of you" He added with lots of conviction "I will make sure you two are safe till the end, alright? Dont worry about anything just focus on surviving"

"But im scared, what if you die? What if you leave?" You asked criying a bit more.

"I wont, I promise you. Im sorry, sorry for everything. Even if you dont blame me anymore, im so sorry. Nothing like this should have happen. You should not be here"

You did not know. But In-ho was apolozising not only because of that. But because he was the one who came up with the games. Made them so he could break Gi-hun's will. It never ocurred to him that you would end here. Never in a millon years would he have thought the girl who he slept once was pregnant, the girl who plagued his days and nights was going throw a lot alone.

He felt deeply sorry for everything.

"Stop it, you know I dont blame you. If anything...im happy" That made In-ho look at you suprised. "I never thought I would be a mother, I never saw myself as one but, you made it possible. Even if things were not ideal. Im happy, and im happy with you. Im happy I could see you again, im happy that you care for me and the baby"

"You have no idea how much you two mean to me, listen (Y/N) you said it, it was not ideal, and our moment together was short. But never, I have never cared for someone as deep as I care for you"

Maybe only for his brother, but he had shoot him, so you were higher on the list.

"In-ho...."

"Can I kiss you? Please, please I need to kiss you, I need to know this is real" He begged you his walls falling and desesperation coming out.

You nodded and he leaned in keeping his eyes look in yours till his lips were on you.

It was soft, and tender. His movements were slow but passionate pulling all his feelings on it. It felt like the first time you two kissed, the world fading outside, only you two mattered.

In-ho pulled his hand over your belly not yet touching it, but you moved them and for the first time he was able to feel your belly. To think his baby was inside, was too much, too emotional, he did almost cry.

But a kick, a soft one directly where his hand was made him stop. He looked down, not beliving it when he felt it again. His baby was kicking him, his baby was alive.

"I think it knows its father" You said smiling feeling one more kick. Your baby almost never kicked, it was mostly quiet and would move when the sun was too strong but nothing much.

However, with In-ho around it was like it had woke up from a long nap.

"Do you know the gender?" He asked in a state of bliss

"No, I want it to be a suprise"

"Then, how do you call it?"

"Little one"

"Hello Little One, im your father In-ho" at this the baby kicked once again "Stay safe in there, your mother its going amazing so far"

And there, in that small room. In these deadly games, with blood and bodies outside. In there, In-ho found himself being the happiest man alive, with you by his side and his little one.

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[ california sun ] n. hischier

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : Nico’s girlfriend surprises him in San Jose for his birthday

warning(s) : smut ! unprotected penetrative sex (pls be careful), oral (m!receiving), slight hair pulling (blink and you'll miss it), nicknames during sex, dirty talk … but also v sweet moments

author’s note : happy nico day to all who celebrate. my favorite captain <33 this was also supposed to be kinda short but i ended up getting carried away with it so ... enjoy

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One of her favorite places is California in wintertime. The sun always feels so good on her skin and the weather is perfect. Not too hot, but she doesn’t feel like she needs a bunch of layers to stay warm like she does in Newark.

Which is why when Jack reached out to her about flying her out to San Jose to surprise Nico for his birthday, she immediately said yes. She’ll fly in on the 3rd and arrive in San Jose sometime during practice. Jack gave her name to the hotel so she can grab a key to Nico’s hotel room to wait for him. They’ll have their one-on-one dinner that night then she’ll go to the game the next day and team dinner to celebrate his birthday.

Sounds like a good plan, and she can’t believe that Jack Hughes came up with most of it. He said that the recent three game losing streak they’re on might be taking a bit of a toll on him so he thought that having her around will help get his spirits up. She agreed.

That’s the reason she wakes up at five in the morning and ends up on a plane three hours later. They make a quick stop in Denver but she’s ultimately in San Jose by 1:30. She texts Jack when she lands but he won’t see it until he’s back in the locker room. She orders an Uber to get to the hotel that’s blocks away from the SAP Center.

She taps away on her phone for the ten minutes drive to the hotel from the airport.

Jack ends up texting her back as she’s pulling up to the hotel saying that they’re done practice and they’ll be leaving in about fifteen minutes. She does her best to get up to Nico’s room as quickly as she can. The receptionist does give her a key to Nico’s sixth floor hotel room and she practically sprints up there.

Once inside, she grabs the little outfit she had planned to wear for him when he got home but thought to grab it to surprise him. It’s a very revealing number that does little to cover her up. White lace bra, lace panties, and a see-through robe that falls just past her butt.

Yeah, this will take Nico’s mind off of hockey for a while. It better, especially since he hasn’t seen her since he left for this extended roadtrip right after Christmas. She's been losing her mind since he left with nothing but her fingers and an occasional FaceTime call to keep her busy.

Voices fill the hallway and she jumps on the one bed in the room. She is thankful that they gave Nico a room with only one bed because if he had a roommate like he normally does, their night would look very different. The sun shines into the room from the window behind her. She lays out in a provocative way that shows off every necessary part of her body.

The door beeps when as it's unlocked. She puts a smile on her face as the door swings open, revealing an exhausted Nico. He runs his fingers through his hair and rubs his neck while the door shuts behind him.

"Looks like you've had a rough day," she comments from her spot on the bed. Nico's head snaps up and his eyes land on her. "Bad practice at the rink?"

"What are you doing here?" Nico asks as he crosses the small room. "I thought you were busy this weekend."

She sits up leaning back on her hands with her chest out. "Oh, I am," she tells him, eyeing up the man in front of her. "I have big plans this weekend." She looks up at him with a grin on her face. "Is that okay?"

Nico laughs, shedding his track jacket. "I do have a hockey game to play tomorrow so it might put a little damper on your plans," he says. "And I heard the boys talking about possibly taking me out for dinner after the game."

"Oh, we have dinner plans tonight too," she explains. "But those are a few hours away so we have time to do whatever we want." She puts an emphasis on the last three words of that comment.

She gets on her knees on the bed and reaches out to him. She grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. Nico steps closer to her and stands in front of her. "I should let the boys know that I'll be a little busy for the rest of the day," Nico tells her. "Tell them to leave me alone unless it's an emergency."

"Jack has that covered," she admits. "We worked together to get me here.. He'll be taking over your captainly duties for the night so you can spend some time with your girlfriend." Her fingers slide under his dri-fit t-shirt, flattening against his abs. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and keeps her eyes on his face. "That okay?"

He slowly nods. "Sounds good to me," he replies.

Nico's fingers fall to the knot holding the robe together at her waist. He tugs at it, letting the sheer fabric fall open and exposing the lace set she's wearing underneath. His eyes fall to the lack of clothing she has on under the robe. "Like it?" she questions as she shrugs off the robe and tosses it to the floor.

"It would look so much better on the floor," Nico comments.

The next few seconds happen so fast that she's barely able to wrap her head around it. Nico picks her up by the back of her thighs and drops her on her back with a giggle. He hovers on top of her, lying between her legs. Nico's lips are on hers a second later. The kiss makes her head spin, like most of the kisses they share.

Her fingers are in his hair to keep him close to her, curling slightly in his brown locks. She kisses him back with the same intensity that he first kissed her with. Nico's hips grind slowly against hers. A bulge begins to tent his track pants. The bulge rubs against her core and she groans against his lips. Nico takes full advantage and licks into her mouth.

She slowly manages to get him down to his boxers. Nico not wanting to break the kiss slows her down in getting his shirt off, but that's the first thing she works on to get it over with. The kiss breaks for about two seconds while Nico pulls his shirt over his head. He chucks it on the floor before his mouth is back on hers. She's never seen him take off his shirt so quickly. He kicks off his pants when she gets them to his knees.

Then she takes advantage of the fact that he's off-balance and flips him onto his back. She straddles his lap and presses kisses to his chest. Nico runs his fingers through her hair and ends up making a makeshift ponytail with her hair. He gently pulls on the ponytail, and she hums against his skin at the feeling.

"Love when you make those sounds for me, pretty girl," Nico tells her. She grins and hooks her fingers in the waistband of his boxers. She tugs at the fabric and pulls them off his body. His dick stands against his stomach, tip a fiery red. She licks her lips and settles between his knees.

"Time for you to relax, Neeks," she tells him. "My turn to take care of you."

She wraps her hand around his dick and gives him a few pumps. He sighs, eyes watching her every move. She sends him a little wink and leans down to take his cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around his tip, lapping up the bead of precome. She hums at the familiar taste as his dick fills her mouth.

Like usual, she has to use her hand to make up for what doesn't fit in her mouth. She bobs her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks and sucking every once in a while because she knows it drives Nico crazy.

His fingers tighten in her hair with every movement she makes.

"Fuck, liebling," Nico breathes out. "That pretty mouth of yours feels so good around me. Oh my God."

She grins around his dick and takes him as deep as she can without choking herself. She did that once after overestimating herself when they first got together and it was very embarrassing for her. Now, she knows her limits and hasn't done it since, but she's taught herself how to take most of him.

It's only a few more moments before Nico pulls her off his dick. She frowns at him as he pulls her up to him. He presses a soft kiss to her frown before he talks. "As much as I'd love to come in your mouth, I want to fuck you," he explains. "Want my dick inside you and make you come."

"I want you to fuck me," she mumbles as she traces his stubbled jaw and looks at his already kiss bruised lips. "I always want you, Nico."

"Did you bring condoms?"

Oh shit. That's the one thing she forgot. She didn't realize it until this moment.

Bad time to have that kind of realization.

"No," she admits. Nico looks disappointed. "But I'm okay without one right now."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," she hums. "Want all of you, Neeks. Want to feel you."

Nico basically rips the lace set off her body to get her naked. He flips them back over so she's on her back underneath his large frame. He kisses her again as he lines himself up with her.

Her body clenches around his dick as he pushes inside her. He hums at the feeling while she shudders at the familiar stretch. Nico pushes until he's completely inside her. Then he waits for her permission to move.

The entire time, they share deep, longing kisses. Soft noises pass her lips and Nico swallows each sound. He's propped himself up on his elbows so he doesn't crush her under his body.

She allows herself to adjust to his size before nodding. "Go," she tells him without breaking the kiss.

Immediately, Nico rolls his hips. She lets her legs fall to the side to give him complete access to her. He starts slow, but his thrusts pick up speed every few seconds. He hooks one of her legs around his arm to get a new angle. The new angle allows him to move deeper into her.

"Nico," she gasps. "Fuck. Oh my- fuck."

His lips leave hers and attach to her jaw. Her back slightly arches off the bed to meet his hips when he goes to pull back. Nico pins her hips to the mattress. "Patience, liebling," he tells her. "I have you."

The tip of his dick grazes her favorite spot. She cries out his name then presses her lips into a line, cutting herself off. She probably shouldn't be too loud since who knows who's staying next to them. If it's a Devil, Nico will endure endless teasing from his teammates.

"Want you to be as loud as you want, baby," Nico pants against her skin like he can hear her thoughts. "I don't care who hears you."

"What if it's one of your-"

He pulls back and looks at her. "When I say that I don't care, I don't care," he reiterates. "Scream my name, scream in general. I really don't care. If my team hears how good I make my girl feel, they can deal with it because you know how much I love it when you're loud for me."

Her cheeks heat up, but she doesn't have time to respond because Nico slams into her. "Oh, fuck!" she cries out. "Nico. Oh my God."

"Good girl," Nico praises.

His words shoot straight to the forming knot in the pit of her belly. Her body begins to shake with her pending orgasm.

Nico's movements get messy as he gets closer to the edge himself. His speed is affected too. She matches his pace to chase her own climax.

"Nico, Nico Nico Nico," she chants. "Please."

"I have you," he pants. "Fall. I have you."

His movements slow, but he moves deeply inside her. His tip finds her favorite spot a couple of times and she's falling over the edge.

Her body clenches as she comes, squeezing his cock. Her vision whitens and she swears she sees stars. His name falls from her lips, as well as some curses.

She doesn't feel Nico pull out and spill on her stomach and thighs. She barely feels when he cleans her up. Consciousness finds her again when he crawls back into bed next to her. She looks over at him and gives him half a smile because she's still kind of out of it.

"Worth the surprise?" she asks.

"Absolutely," he replies. "Always worth the surprise."

The half a smile turns into a full smile and she curls up next to him. "Naptime, then dinnertime," she mumbles. "Don't let me sleep for more than an hour."

Nico hums in response and she's asleep seconds later.

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The Devils beat the Sharks the next day, and Nico had a four point game. Two goals, two assists. It's not a bad day for the boys at all. She heads back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. The boys will go back and get out of their suits, but they'll still dress nice because the restaurant they're going to is on the fancier end. Not a suits kind of fancy, but a button-up and nice pants kind of fancy.

She's also wearing Nico's Stadium Series jersey and she can't go into a fancy restaurant wearing a hockey jersey. Plus, she picked out a nice dress to the occasion. Something that Nico will definitely like as soon as he sees her wearing it.

It's a little black number that hugs her curves. Thin straps on her shoulders hold the dress up, and the skirt falls just past her butt. She pairs the dress with black heels. It's a warm day in San Jose so she doesn't mind showing some extra skin.

Nico comes into the room as she's doing her hair in the bathroom. She finishes straightening her locks and peeks her head out into the main room. Nico is pulling off his suit jacket and beanie, tossing both items onto the chair in the corner of the room.

"There's my first star," she says as she steps out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. "What a game for the captain's birthday. Good to know the boys do love their leader since they showed up for you today."

He wraps his arms around her shoulders and hugs her. "Glad you were able to be there," he replies. He presses a kiss to her temple. "I saw you in the crowd. Hard to miss red in a sea of teal."

"I saw you point to me when you scored that first goal," she laughs. "I knew you saw me. You went on to have one of the best games of the season. Makes sense considering the season you're having."

He grins and lets her go. "Alright," he sighs. "Let me freshen up a bit and we'll head down to the lobby to meet up with the guys. Most of them will be joining us. I think Toff is stopping by with a couple of his teammates too to have a couple of drinks. You met Toffoli last year when he was a Devil, right?"

She nods in response. Tyler Toffoli and his wife Cat are two of the most down to Earth people she's ever met. She loved hanging out with them when all the couples would get together for things. Nico loved having him on the team while he was a Devil. Cat gave her advice on how to be a NHL girlfriend since it was still so new to her.

Nico goes to freshen up and she does some light makeup to finish her look. They head down to the lobby once Nico's ready to go.

Jack, Luke, Timo, and Lazar wait for the pair. She greets the boys with hugs and congratulations on the recent win. Dougie, Stefan, and Brett are the next to come down. There's small talk amongst the boys while everyone makes their way down to the lobby to head to dinner.

Once those who decided to go are all in attendance, everyone heads out to the limo bus that was rented for the night since about twenty hockey players are going out. They all pitched in for this rental to the restaurant.

There's barely enough room on the bus for the boys so sit, so she sits on Nico's lap. He wraps his arms around her waist to keep her from falling off. He talks with the Hughes boy on either side of him.

Luckily, the restaurant isn't too far from the hotel. It's only a ten to fifteen minute ride to their destination. She's grateful because the last thing she needed was to fall off Nico's lap and expose herself to the entire roster.

Nico holds her hand as the pair lead the group onto the building. She is the one that talks to the hostess.

"There should be a reservation for a party of 25 under the name of Hischier," she explains.

She looks at the book. "Yes, I see it," she replies. "Right this way. We have a private room for you, just as requested."

The hostess leads the large group to the private area for their dinner. They get a bunch of looks as they're lead to the room. They did just play and beat the Sharks so no wonder they're getting looks.

Nico sits at the head of the table. She sits on one side of him and Jack sits on the other. She looks across the table at Jack and says, "Thanks for setting all this up, and for bringing me out here."

Jack shrugs. "It was no problem," he replies. "It seemed to work."

She smiles and looks at the menu.

Tyler Toffoli comes into the room about fifteen minutes after they get there. Fabian Zetterlund and an injured Vitek Vanecek are with him. All the former Devils that are on the Sharks have made appearances. The boys fall right back into their old ways, or that's what Nico tells her.

Food and drinks are ordered. Conversations are being had. She looks around the room at Nico's team. He's surrounded by a great group of guys and she couldn't be happier that all these people are in his life. He loves being their captain. She sees it all the time.

Nico gets her attention. "Hey," he says. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she sighs. "Just thinking." She pauses for a beat. "You love this group and it just makes me happy that you're surrounded by them."

"They're my family away from home," he tells her. "And you're my home. Having all of you in the same room is my favorite thing. Just so you know."

She grins. Her eyes look around the room to see everyone engaged in their own conversation. She leans over the table and pulls Nico into a quick kiss. "I love you, birthday boy," she whispers.

"I love you more, liebling."

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Alpine have seen unspeakable things

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMkAu7W81/

Bahaha. Poor Alpine. She certainly has.

Corrupted Cuddles

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You want to cuddle with Bucky and Alpine tells you exactly where you should sit.

Word Count: Over 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, pet names, teasing, humor, sugary sweetness, inner monologue, established relationship, referenced smut, Alpine has seen some things, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The TikTok video was too funny and right up Stud and Smartie's alley. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Today was a day for cuddling since it was cold outside. You had no reason to venture out into the world and leave the comfort of your apartment, unless you wanted to use it as an excuse for Bucky to warm you up once you got inside. But you didn’t need the excuse. If you told him you were cold, he’d warm you up right away. He may call you out on the fact that you feel perfectly fine, but he’d still keep you close before he loves having excuses to cuddle with you, too.

“Okay, Stud,” you called out, wiping your hands as you finished up the last chore on your checklist. “Get ready for some cuddles.”

He chuckled from the living room. “Why do you say that like it’s a warning?”

“Because it is a warning,” you smiled, grabbing drinks for each of you, too. “You are going to cuddle with me, and you are going to love it.”

“I have abso-fucking-lutely not doubt I’ll love it, but there’s just one problem with your plan,” he said.

You paused before you went into the living room, an eyebrow raised as you took in the sight of Bucky laying on the couch. He looked comfortable, and your beautiful harlot of a man had no shirt on because why would he? You had to blink a few times to focus. “And what exactly would that problem be so we can come up with a solution?”

Cuddling was going to happen. Couch, floor, bed, it didn’t matter. And he knew when you had your heart set on something, that was that.

He nodded to the ball of white fur between his thick legs. “Alpine demanded cuddles first, and I don’t know if she’ll move if I ask,” he teased.

You smiled as Alpine lifted her head to look at you. Bucky could easily get her to move. “Maybe I could try asking?” you suggested.

“Be my guest,” he smiled.

“Hey, Al,” you smiled, reaching down to scratch behind her ear. You really did adore her. “I don’t want to interrupt, but is there room for me to get some cuddles, too? Please?”

If she didn’t move, you’d wait your turn. She was Bucky’s girl first, and you were lucky she accepted you as quickly as she had. You also knew Alpine loved you just as much as she loved Bucky. You liked to believe in her eyes that you two were her mom and dad.

With a gentle meow, she stood up stretched, but didn’t move from her spot.

“So, is that a no on the cuddles?” you asked as Bucky tried not to laugh. He was enjoying the little show. “Well, if I can’t sit in your spot, where should I sit?”

Alpine stared at you with knowing eyes before she turned her attention to Bucky and gently placed a paw on his crotch.

There was dead silence in the apartment. Surely she didn’t… “I’m sorry, I should sit where?”

Alpine put her paw there again as your mouth fell open. Bucky, on the other hand, smirked, his blue eyes sweeping over you. “You’re right, Al. Smartie should sit right there,” he said, nodding to his crotch. “Well, she gave you her answer. Take a seat.”

“What the… What? Did you teach her that?!” you asked. Bucky just laughed more, his shoulders shaking. “You did, didn’t you? And if you didn’t, we clearly corrupted her!”

You thought Bucky was going to stop breathing for a moment. “Yes… our… poor pussy got corrupted,” he joked. You felt like you set yourself up for that. “And I won’t confirm or deny. She’s just a very observant cat.”

Waving a hand at him, you were having a hard time not laughing, too. “Okay, you are no help,” you said, looking at Alpine again. She was observant. “Al, where does Stud like to sit?”

Leaping off the couch, she made her way over to Bucky’s chair where he usually sat to read. God, she really was smart. She could take over the world one day.

“Okay, now where does Smartie like to sit?”

“Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?” Bucky asked.

“Shh. You are once again not helping,” you replied. And Alpine once again didn’t hesitate to go back to Bucky and put her paw right in his lap. God, she knew. Would the gang believe you if you told them what was happening? Probably. They wouldn’t be surprised either. “Okay, where else do I like to sit?”

“I don’t think-”

You about fainted when the cat moved up and firmly put a paw against Bucky’s lips.

Can I get to hell for corrupting a cat? Wait. No. This isn’t my fault. I will not burn for this.

“Okay, so…” you huffed when Bucky grabbed his left pec, his laughter ringing out again. You swore you saw Steve laugh like that recently. “She knows I like to…”

“Sit on my cock and on my face? Clearly,” Bucky smiled, nudging the cat to move and reaching for your hand. “But I thought that was just common knowledge after we got together.”

Your cheeks got hot. Yeah, you and Bucky went at it like bunnies some days. And yeah, Alpine had certainly waltzed around the rooms at various times when your man had you bouncing on his cock or taking a seat on his face. It just happened.

“Yeah, well, that’s because…” Bucky leaned his head back and licked his lips as he waited for you to continue. “Not to stroke your ego, but you have an amazing cock and mouth, and you’re the one who always wants me to sit on them!”

Bucky was so good to you that he didn’t care about the times you hadn’t perfectly groomed yourself. He wanted you, and that was that. It was a good feeling.

“Yeah, I want you to sit on them. And please, continue stroking my ego,” he encouraged, pulling you into his lap. “And when you’re done you can stroke my-”

You clamped a hand over his mouth. “Alpine has already been corrupted enough,” you said, removing your hand and trying not to moan when he settled you over his bulge.

“Pretty sure she was corrupted before we slept together,” he told you. “I jerked off one night and said your name and I’m pretty sure she slept by your door the next day to make sure I behaved.”

“You jerked off to the thought of me? That’s so sweet,” you smiled. And hot. Having a gorgeous man like him stroking himself, saying your name…

“You know I have and ‘sweet’ isn’t the word that comes to mind. Now will you please take a proper seat on my lap,” he asked, pulling you in for a kiss.

Before his lips touched yours, you looked over your shoulder. “Al, do you…” The cat was nowhere to be found. “Where did she go?”

“I think she’s giving us some alone time.”

“Well, all I wanted to do was cuddle,” you teased.

He groaned and kissed a trail to your neck. “Why don’t we cuddlefuck instead?”

You smiled before you repeated his words in your mind. “…Cuddlefuck?”

Al knows what's up. Poor Al. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[missarchive]

hii could you please write spencer and reader making out and shes like nervously talking so he keeps cutting her off with kisses and says "oh yeah?"

this is a thought i had last night and i almost went insane need that man im my bed this exact moment

look at me completing all these requests, do i get a gold star 😋?

thank you for requesting! cocky little bastard would DEFINITELY do that.

The room feels smaller than it should, the silence between you and Spencer heavy with unspoken words. His knees brush against yours as you sit on the edge of the couch, his hands resting on your thighs, warm and grounding. His touch is soft, almost reverent, his fingertips tracing slow, deliberate patterns that send warmth spreading through you.

It’s not the first time you’ve kissed him, but there’s something about the way his lips meet yours tonight—soft, deliberate, like he’s taking his time memorizing the feel of you. When he finally pulls back, his nose brushes against yours, and you feel the ghost of his breath on your lips.

You open your mouth to speak, your heart fluttering in your chest. “That was…” you begin, your voice trembling slightly.

His gaze flickers to your lips, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Hmm?” he prompts, leaning in just enough to brush his lips against yours again.

“I was trying to say—” you start, but your words dissolve into a soft gasp as his hand slides up, his fingers tangling gently in your hair. He kisses you again, deeper this time, his other hand cupping the side of your face as though you might slip away if he doesn’t hold you steady.

“Spencer,” you manage between kisses, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt for balance. “I was trying to—”

“Oh yeah?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his lips ghost over yours, cutting you off with another kiss.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging lightly at the soft curls as you pull back just slightly. “I mean it! I was gonna say—”

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as he leans in again. “Go on, then,” he whispers, though his lips are already brushing over yours, stealing the words before you can even form them.

A laugh escapes you, muffled against his mouth, and you give his hair a playful tug. “You’re impossible,” you murmur, though your voice is soft, your smile betraying the affection in your words.

His forehead rests against yours, his hands framing your face now, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. “Maybe,” he admits, his voice a low murmur. “But you’re beautiful when you’re flustered.”

Your cheeks burn, and before you can even think of a response, he closes the distance again, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so soft it makes your heart ache.

Your hands slide down to his shoulders, pulling him closer, and this time, you don’t bother trying to speak. Words can wait—his kisses are enough.

[avonnimimi]

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a/n: HEY GURLIES. please don’t hate me for how i turned this around🙏🏽 things will get better trust 💯 @wannabe-fic-reader @hcneymooners @halle5s hope you enjoy pretty girls<3 MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: drug dealer!Vi x black fem reader, arguing, angst, alcohol, violence (kinda), vi with a cocky attitude, phone sex, cheating (?). lmk if i missed anything!

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You woke up on Vi's side of the bed, her scent still lingering, but the spot beside you was empty. For a second, your chest tightened, panic creeping in, but then the sound of clanking pans from the kitchen snapped you out of it.

Your fingers brushed the tender bruise on your cheek, the ache sharp enough to make you wince. You hissed under your breath when you pressed too hard, the sting pulling you straight back into the mess of last night.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you followed the noise. There she was; Vi, back turned, moving around like nothing happened. She was cooking, her broad shoulders flexing under her tattoos, the curve of her muscles catching the dim morning light. She was in her sports bra and boxers, and the sight made your stomach twist in the worst, most frustrating way.

You clenched your thighs together, flashes of last night hitting you hard and fast. She hadn't even fucked you properly, and yet you were still aching, still wet. The way she talked to you, the way she grabbed you, like she owned every piece of you. It made your body burn.

You were too caught up in the memory to notice her turning around until her gravelly morning voice cut through your haze.

"Morning, mama," she said, her tone low, rough in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

She flicked the stove off and started walking toward you, her eyes already locked on your face. Her hand reached for your cheek, her fingers brushing so soft it almost broke you. But the second she touched the bruise, you flinched and stepped back.

Her hand froze midair, her expression shifting into something you didn't quite recognize; confusion mixed with something darker. Then she scoffed, her lips curling into a tight, annoyed smirk.

"This what we on now?" she asked, her voice sharp, cutting. "For real?"

"I just... I need time to think," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your arms wrapped around yourself like they could keep you from falling apart. All you really wanted was for her to hold you, to tell you shit was gonna be okay.

But Vi wasn't having it. Her eyes narrowed, and her jaw tightened as she stepped closer. "Thinkin'? You wasn’t fucking thinkin' last night when you was beggin' me to fuck you, huh?"

Her words hit like a slap, your lip trembling as you tried to find something, anything, to say. But she didn't give you the chance.

"Nah, go on. Think all you want. But don't stand here actin' like you don't know what it is." Her voice was low, almost growling now, and it made your chest feel like it was caving in.

"It's not like that," you said, shaking your head. Your voice cracked, betraying how lost you felt. "I just... I don't know what I'm doin', Vi."

Vi let out a dry laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Yeah, I know. You don't gotta tell me that, precious. But lemme tell you somethin'; stop sittin' here tryna convince yourself that Donte love you. That man don't love shit but his ego."

Your chest heaved, her words punching the air right out of your lungs. "He does! He loves me!" you shouted, but even you didn't believe it.

Vi's face hardened, and she grabbed your arm, yanking you closer. Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, noses almost touching as your eyes dropped to her lips. "You hear yourself? You sound crazy right now. Like, you really sittin' here defendin' the same dude who left them bruises on you? For what? Huh?"

You tried to pull back, but she wasn't letting go. "He ain't love you, mama. Love don't hit. Love don't leave you lookin' like this."

"Shut up!" you snapped, your voice trembling with anger and shame. Before you could stop yourself, your hand flew up, slapping her across the face.

The sound echoed through the kitchen, and for a moment, everything froze. Vi's head turned from the force of it, but when she looked back at you, her lips curled into the faintest smile, like she liked it.

"You don't know shit about our relationship," you hissed, your voice shaking.

Her smile disappeared, replaced by something colder. "Oh yeah? So why I know he ain't never made you cum? Not once, huh? Tell me I'm lyin', precious."

Your throat tightened, tears stinging your eyes.

"That's what I thought," Vi said, her voice quieter now but no less cutting.

"You ain't stayin' with him cause he love you. You stayin' cause you liked being his little trophy. Like thinkin' he could protect you. But he didn't, did he?"

"Vi, stop," you begged, your voice breaking.

"Nah, you know I'm right," she pressed, stepping closer. "That's why every time you see me, you get all wet, huh? Why your pussy get sticky f'me, cause she knows who the fuck she belongs to. Go head. Tell me I'm wrong."

The tears finally spilled over, your body trembling as her words cracked you wide open. You hated her for saying it, for being right, for seeing through you when you couldn't even see through yourself.

Vi sighed, the fight draining out of her.

When she spoke again, her voice was softer, almost tired. "I ain't tryna hurt you, precious. But you gotta wake up. You killin yourself over someone who don't give a fuck about you."

You couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't look at her, couldn't stand the weight of her words.

"You know where to find me when you figure your shit out," she said, her tone flat. Then she walked away, leaving you standing there with your shame and your tears.

Your hands shook as you called Shay to come get you. Every part of you was burning-anger, embarrassment, heartbreak. And somewhere deep down, that awful, gut-wrenching truth:

she was right.

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Vi sat on her couch, head leaning back against the cushion, her thoughts heavy and chaotic. She really thought she had you, that you were finally breaking free from Donte’s bullshit. But nah, your head was still caught up in the spiral. She couldn’t even blame you, not fully. You’d been with that dude for years, and she’d only just stepped into the picture. Still, it didn’t make the sting any less sharp.

When Vi overheard you on the phone with Shay earlier, mentioning coming to get you, something in her told her to follow. She didn’t want to seem like a creep, but the thought of you spiraling alone didn’t sit right. Instead of taking her Hellcat, Vi hopped on her bike. It’d be easier to stay lowkey that way.

It didn’t take long to catch up, trailing a few cars behind Shay’s car , pulling up to Shay’s house. Vi parked a distance away, helmet still on, watching. She saw you step out of the car, your face red and puffy, tears still fresh. Your brown nose was almost glowing from how much you’d been crying, and your braids were piled into that messy, floppy bun you did when you didn’t give a damn about how you looked. Shay came out as well, pulling you into her arms, and for some reason, that little scene hit Vi like a punch to the chest.

Vi stayed there for almost an hour, sitting on her bike, second-guessing every instinct she had. But when you and Shay came back out and got in your car, Vi couldn’t stop herself from following. It was loose at first, just keeping her distance, making sure you were okay, but then she saw where you were heading.

Donte’s place.

“Fuck you doin’, mama?” Vi muttered under her breath, kissing her teeth as she rolled her neck in frustration. She should’ve turned around right then, left you to your mess. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

She parked farther down the block, watching as you knocked on Donte’s door. When he answered, the sight of his beat-up face made you gasp, like you cared. Like this man who’d tried to sell you off deserved your sympathy. Vi’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. What the hell were you thinking?

And then Donte grabbed your face, yelling at you like you were nothing, making you flinch. Vi’s hands tightened on the handlebars of her bike, her jaw ticking. Her instincts screamed at her to rush over, to throw him through that doorframe and leave him on the pavement. But she didn’t move. Not yet. You needed to see it for yourself. You needed to finally realize what Vi had been trying to tell you: this man didn’t love you. He didn’t deserve you.

But then it happened. He kissed you, and you didn’t pull away. You kissed him back.

Vi’s stomach twisted like she’d been gut-punched. Disgust clawed its way up her throat, and her chest burned like she’d swallowed fire. She couldn’t sit there anymore. Not for another damn second.

Revving her bike, she sped off, making sure the roar of her engine was loud enough for you to hear. You glanced up. You didn’t have to see her face to know it was her. And she didn’t have to see yours to know the guilt that flashed across it.

“Good,” Vi muttered under her breath, her voice cracking in a way that made her hate herself. “Let that shit sink in.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving you to drown in the mess you’d made.

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That night, Vi found herself in a club she hadn't stepped foot in for years.

As soon as she walked in, the heavy bass hit her chest, and the air was thick with sweat and cheap perfume. The crowd was wild-girls in barely anything, asses shaking, lights flashing like some chaotic fever dream.

She didn't even make it five steps before the DJ's voice cut through the music.

"Aye, hold up-yo, is that Vi?"

A smirk tugged at her lips as she threw her arms up, the spotlight catching her face.

"The one and only!" she called back, grinning like she owned the place. And in her mind, she did.

Seven years ago, this was her spot.

Back then, she couldn't go a weekend without pulling up, drinking, and making the strippers lose their damn minds. Vi slid into her usual booth like no time had passed, legs spread wide, a glass of Henny in her hand, surveying the room like a queen on her throne. Nothing had changed much, not the people, not the vibe. Except her.

She sat there, pretending to enjoy the scene, but her mind wouldn't stop replaying the image of you kissing Donte. Willingly. The thought made her grip tighten on her glass, jaw clenching as she tried to shake it off.

That's when her eyes landed on a stripper working the pole. Candy. She looked different-older, but still moving like she owned every pair of eyes in the room. Candy noticed Vi watching and smirked, bending over to shake her ass in Vi's direction.

Years ago, Vi would've already had her bent over in the VIP room, no hesitation. But now? All she could think about was you. And how you chose him.

Candy didn't let up, though. She climbed off the pole, strutting her way over in nothing but a thong, fishnets, and heels, her chest practically spilling out. The confidence in her stride was magnetic, but it didn't do a thing for Vi tonight.

Candy slid onto Vi's lap, draping her arms around Vi's neck like she belonged there. Her lips brushed against Vi's ear as she whispered,

"Long time, no see, Vi."

Vi took another sip of her drink, unbothered, her expression cold. "Not in the mood, Candy. Not now, not ever."

Candy pouted, leaning closer, her voice dripping with fake seduction.

"What do you mean? The infamous Vi's finally out, and you're not gonna fuck your favorite girl? What a shame..." Her tongue flicked up the side of Vi's neck, testing her limits.

Vi didn't hesitate. In one fluid motion, she pulled her gun and pressed the barrel to Candy's temple. The stripper froze, her breath catching, eyes wide with terror.

"Play with me again, Candy," Vi whispered, her voice low and venomous, "and I swear to God, I'll kill you."

Candy scrambled off her lap so fast she nearly tripped over her heels, running toward the dressing room without a backward glance.

Vi sighed, tucking the gun back into her waistband before leaning her head against the back of the couch. She stared up at the ceiling, her grip tightening on the now empty glass in her hand.

"Fuck me.." she groaned, the weight of everything crashing down on her.

But no amount of Henny or strippers could drown out the image of you with him. Nothing could.

Vi stomped out the club, the cold air biting at her skin as she slid into her Hellcat. The leather creaked under her weight as she leaned back, hands gripping the wheel like it might ground her. She didn't even start the engine when her phone lit up with an unknown number.

"Yo," she answered, voice low, already annoyed.

The line crackled, quiet for a second, then she heard it. Donte.

"Aye, Vi," his voice oozed arrogance, the kind that made her wanna punch through the steering wheel. "I know you fucked wit' this bitch, but guess what? She back in my bed now."

Vi's stomach twisted, a mix of rage and disgust boiling up. Then she heard it; the unmistakable sound of skin slapping, muffled grunts, and... your voice.

Her grip on the wheel tightened, her breathing steady, but her chest burned.

"Tell her how good I fuck you," Donte growled in the background, his words sleazy, disgusting.

Vi closed her eyes for a second, fighting the urge to drive straight to his spot and end it. But she stayed on the line, listening because she couldn't not listen.

Then she heard it; your whimpers, your soft, broken voice cutting through all the noise.

"V-Vi….."

Her eyes snapped open, the sound of your voice pushing her over the edge. You called for her, but she wasn't about to make this easy for you.

"Want me to help you cum, mama?" she said, her tone sharp, taunting, dripping with venom. You didn't say anything, but she could feel you were hesitating, your body reacting to her words through the phone.

"Your lil' pussy gettin' fucked by somebody she don't even want," Vi mocked, her voice low, almost a growl. "Go on, mama. Fuck yourself on his dick. Do it for me."

The rhythm in the background shifted, the slaps changing pace. Vi smirked. She knew you were listening, knew you couldn't help it. "Yeah, that's it," Vi purred, her words slow, teasing. "That feel good? Huh? Feels good, don't it, pretty girl?" She heard your breath hitch, a whimper slipping out, and she grinned.

"Pinch them nipples f'me, mama," she commanded, voice soft but firm, a dangerous edge to it. She heard the sharp intake of breath, the little sound you made when you did exactly what she told you to. "Yeah, baby. Bet it feels better when I do it."

In the background, Donte's dumbass finally chimed in. "Shit, I ain't never felt you this wet before." Vi nearly laughed, shaking her head. "Sad-ass boy," she muttered under her breath, her focus still on you.

"Use your hand, pretty. Play wit' that pussy while he fuckin' you," Vi said, her tone dark and possessive. "Get that pussy real messy for me." She heard a faint "mhm," and her chest tightened, her jealousy fighting with the satisfaction of knowing she had you exactly where she wanted.

"Yeah, that's it, mama. Keep goin' till you cream f'me," she pushed, her voice low and smooth.

And then it happened. She heard your moans break, her name spilling from your lips as you came, loud and clear. “fuckkkk Vi!” Vi heard you moan over the phone.

Vi imaged you, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering and creaming for her, vision so good Vi almost moaned.

The line went dead quiet for a second before Donte lost it, his voice roaring as he grabbed the phone. But it didn't matter. Vi grinned, her head falling back against the seat.

You came for her. Not him. Never him.

Vi sat there, phone pressed to her ear, listening as Donte started wildin'. "Whore," he spat, his voice venomous. "You really came for another nigga Huh?!"

Vi didn't even flinch, her grip on the phone steady. She heard the rustle as Donte snatched the phone, his breathing heavy like he was gearing up to run his mouth.

Before he could even get a word out, Vi cut him off, her tone sharp, dripping with smugness.

"Yeah, bitch," she drawled, her words slow and deliberate. "Ask her who that pussy for. That'll tell you who fucks her good."

The line went dead as Vi hung up, no time for his bullshit.

She tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, her grin growing as she started the engine. The Hellcat roared to life, the sound vibrating through her chest.

Vi gripped the wheel, her smile turning smug as she sped off into the night.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[thenickgirl]

What would Nick do if he got a call from the hospital saying that Jalen got into a bad car wreck from a drunk driver? I would love love love love love it if u could make it into one of those quick, short and sweet little paragraph thingy❤️

The black Kia sped along the highway, swerving in and out of lanes trying to get to the nearest hospital as fast as possible.

“Matt, please hurry,” Nick pleaded in the passenger seat, he was pale and shaking. His leg bounced up and down from anxiety, he had no idea whether his boyfriend would be dead, or alive when arrived. The thought that some stupid drunk could’ve taken Jalen away from him made him angry for a moment, but fear overpowered it, and he was back to worrying.

“I didn’t tell him I love him when I last saw him. I-I should’ve told him. What if I n-never see him again?” Nick’s lip quivered, as he started to sob. He couldn’t handle the idea of losing Jalen like this. He couldn’t imagine spending his life without him. Jalen meant the world to him, he was his comfort, his home, his baby.

“Nick, c’mon, he knows you love him, and i’m sure he’s gonna be fine.” Matt says softly, as he glances between Nick and the road.

From behind, Chris grabs Nick’s shaky hand, giving it a squeeze, “It’s going to be okay. He’s tough,” he said, masking his own worry with a smile to comfort his older brother. Jalen’s was his best friend, so he was just as anxious.

“Have you called Jade? What did she say?” Matt asks, as he drives like a bat out of hell.

“No, she’s not answering. I don’t know if she was with him, or not. Oh my god, what if they’re both dead?” Nick says, frantic.

“Nick, stop. Don’t say that!” Chris yelled, he hated when people said things like that, putting negative thoughts out into the universe has never done anyone any good.

The vehicle finally swerved into the emergency room lot, and before Matt could even put it in park, Nick ran out of the car to the sliding doors ahead of him. He could hear Chris and Matt in the distance yelling for him to wait, but he couldn’t. How could he when the love of his love could be hurt or worse? Jalen needed him. His family needed him.

When he approached the front desk he was panting, and the receptionist was startled at first. “May I help you?” She asks politely.

“I-Yes, uh, my boyfriend he, um, someone called me, and I-“

“Jalen Brooks, please.” Chris says, once he and Matt finally caught up to Nick.

The older woman nodded, before putting on her cheetah print glasses, as she checked her computer for Jalen’s information. “Room 303. You can all go up, but only one visitor in the room at a time, please.” She informs.

The trio thanked her, as they made their way to nearest elevator, going up to the third floor. Once they arrive, they sped down the halls looking for his room. “Right here!” Chris exclaimed, and they all stood outside the door.

“I-What if he-“ Nick stuttered, scared of what he might be walking into. He couldn’t bear the thought of this potentially being the last time he saw the man he loved.

“It’s okay, kid, just go. We’ll be right out here if you need us.” Matt says, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before gently pushing him towards the door.

Nick knocks weakly, but it was clearly heard as he hears a faint ‘come in’ from the other side. He gulps before pushing on the handle and stepping inside.

“BABY!” Jalen exclaims once he sees the brunette, he had a cast around his foot and ankle, and Nick let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, as he saw the dread headed boy smiling back at him.

“J! Oh my god, you idiot! I thought you were dead, I’m gonna kill you,” Nick says, while rushing over to hug Jalen.

“Ow ow ow,” Jalen winced, and Nick pulled back instantly, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Nick rambles as he sits on the bed, looking at Jalen’s condition.

“A little beat up, but I’ll be alright. They’re keeping me until they check my x-ray, I may have a broken rib, but it’s likely just a bruise.” Jalen says nonchalant, trying to ease the worry he knew Nick was feeling.

Nick nodded, sighing, as he looked around the room. “Where is everyone? Your parents? Jade? There’s no one in the waiting area beside my brothers.”

“Oh, they left not long before you came. They went to grab dinner, the food here is ass.” Jalen gags, and Nick smiles. “Jade’s phone died too, so they’re picking up her charger. You know she’s got that 15. ‘Oh I can only use a C charger’ head ass.” Jalen says, mocking his little sister, and they both laugh. That was one thing Nick loved about Jalen, no matter what was happening, he always had a positive spirit, something he hoped to learn from him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Nick confessed, as he leans over to hug Jalen again, a lot gentler this time.

“Stop worrying, baby, I’m fine. I’ll be out of here soon, and everything can go back to normal.” Jalen reassures him as he caresses his back.

“I love you so much” Nick mumbles into Jalen’s chest, as he exhales all the worry and anxiety he had. The feeling of being in Jalen’s arms again was all the comfort that he needed.

Jalen kissed his loving boyfriend head sweetly, “I love you too, peach.”

[emotionalhottiee]

Broken

Jimmy Uso/Jonathan Fatu

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise stated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events in this fanfic are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

just a quick oneshot until i get over this writers block. Hope you enjoy.

Heart Broken…

Doesn’t even begin to explain how i feel. How could he do this to us?

Thoughts of frustration and brokenness ran rampant through my mind as hot tears poured down my face. After all i had been through with Jonathan how could he throw away everything we had. My mind ran back to walking into his condo, opening his bedroom door to be met with an image of some ig thot, bent over while the love of my life was behind her. My heart shattered had into a million pieces.

Now the tears I’ve been crying out, for the past 30 minutes have blurred my vision. Thinking about that day against my will. But seeing him tonight made the memory pop up. Even though i knew there was a slight chance he would be at our friends birthday party. Actual seeing him, just felt like another knife being jammed right into my heart.

“Kenzi, are you alright in there?” “You’ve been in this bathroom a long time” my friend Kiara screamed through the door.

I hadn’t even realized i had been in here that long, but i just couldn’t stop crying. Watching Jon strut up in this party with some new girl on his arm. As if the last year and a half meant so little to him, he could move on within days. LITERALLY 5 days ago i caught him in bed with another woman.

And now it’s saturday, and he bought a whole other woman with him. Damn, How many others were there? I thought to myself as i wiped the tears from my bloodshot red eyes. Trying to cover up the fact that i been in the bathroom of a mutal friend of ours,sobbing over this man. What did i ever do to make him be so cold & callous towards me?

I have to pull myself together! I tried to tell myself encouragingly, i am not going to let him see me, so vulnerable. For what? He doesn’t seem to care in the least bit. Too busy fake laughing at the girl with her ass hanging out of her shorts.

He’s knows her ass ain’t that funny.

As i finish up wiping my face, one last time. Before i could even get myself all the way out of the bathroom Kiara yanked my ass into a tight hug. She knew i needed this that’s why she my friend.

“Girl don’t let him make you sad. Fuck him, you deserve so much better.” She calmly stated to me rocking us back & forth. This is exactly what will make my ass start crying again. But i am so thankful for my friend, trying to keep me from being sad.

Against Kiara’s advice i decided to stay at this party. This was one of Jon & I’s mutal friend, I’m not gonna let him feel like he has won (Even though he totally has won).

I put on my bravest face to go back and chill, before our friends pull out a game of taboo. We had split up into two teams and of course i end up on a team with Jon & his whore of the week. It was almost as if God was punishing me for still wanting to be around him. But truth be told i was obsessed with him. I loved him more than the air i breathed.

And as much as i can possibly lie to myself, i know he loves me too.

*some time later*

The party winded down, Kiara & I were helping our friends clean up. Jon’s little girlfriend ended up leaving. I thought they would’ve rode together but i guess not. And I’m honestly kinda happy about that. He’s been staring at me all night. Now that he’s alone i know where this night will take us. Especially since i rode with Kiara.

Jon asked me if i needed a ride home, knowing damn well i don’t like driving at night. I tried to act like i had to go back with Kiara, she gave us a shrug letting us know she didn’t mind. She knew me too well. As much as she wanted me to stand up for myself, she knew where my heart was. And wanting to be there for me she wasn’t gonna fight me on it. I appreciated that. Giving her a hug goodnight she gave me eyes of pleading, but with a hint of be careful. I rubbed her arms up & down letting her know i’d be okay.

The ride back to Jon’s house was quiet at first nothing but low 90s R&B playing. But he eventually turned the music off. He grabbed my hand while holding the steering with his other and apologized for his actions within the last week. My eyes filled up to the brim before a tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn’t even respond. I just held onto his hand, he bought my hand up to his mouth still holding it kissing it ever so gently. This is the soft, caring Jon i feel in love with. For a quick second he looked at me our eyes staring into one another. Until he turned his eyes back to the road.

This is going to be a great night.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Checkmate ( Book 3 of 3 in BTR Series ) a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 2: YOU LIED Pt. 6

11:43 PM

Jey slept fitfully in his and Rhea’s bed, his body restless as he twisted under the covers. The room was quiet, save for the soft breaths of Jeyson sleeping soundly in his bassinet attached to the bed. Jey’s face was tense, his dreams pulling him deeper into a realm he couldn’t control.

In the dream, Jey found himself in a forest. The air was thick with mist, the trees tall and imposing, their branches twisting like skeletal fingers. He could barely see where he was going, each step crunching on the dry leaves beneath him. His heart pounded as an eerie silence surrounded him.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the stillness.

“Hey, Dad.”

Jey froze, his head snapping toward the sound. Out of the shadows stepped Julie, his miscarried daughter, now an adult. She was beautiful yet ethereal, her presence almost too much for him to witness.. even in his dream.

“I don’t have the strength to talk to you right now,” Jey said sharply, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. He turned abruptly, his steps hurried as he tried to walk away.

“I know you’re upset, Dad,” Julie called after him, her voice soft but steady.

Jey stopped dead in his tracks and spun back around, his chest heaving as he stared at her. His pain erupted like a volcano, uncontrollable and raw.

“YOU LET THAT MONSTER KILL YOU, JULIE!” he roared, his voice echoing through the forest. “YOU ALLOWED HER TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT!”

Julie flinched, her expression flickering between sadness and guilt.

Jey’s voice grew louder, more desperate. “Do you even realize Jeyson is growing up without her?! Do you see how much pain I’m in? How much we’re all in?! You were supposed to be here, Julie! You should’ve fought harder!”

Julie’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she held her ground. “Please, Dad,” she said, her voice trembling. “He didn’t want this to happen.”

Jey scoffed bitterly, his fists clenched. “I don’t believe there’s a God anymore,” he spat. “Because if there was, none of this would’ve happened. If there was, you’d still be here!”

Julie’s face softened, her gaze piercing through his anger. “If you really didn’t believe, Dad, I wouldn’t be here speaking with you right now.”

Jey shook his head, his hands trembling. “I’m about done with this bullshit,” he muttered, his voice breaking.

Julie took a step closer, her tone gentle but urgent. “Dad… I came here to speak with you. But if you keep pushing Him away—if you keep feeding that anger—the big man will take me away for good. I won’t be able to come back.”

Jey’s heart clenched, his voice barely above a whisper. “He already did that, Julie. He already took you from me.”

The forest seemed to grow colder, the air heavy with tension. Suddenly, another voice cut through the fog, deep and familiar.

“Joshua…”

Jey turned sharply toward the source, his breath hitching in his chest. Out of the mist stepped his uncle, Edward Fatu, known to the world as Umaga. He looked just as Jey remembered him—strong, larger than life, his presence commanding but comforting.

Jey froze, his legs feeling like lead. His voice came out in a shaky whisper. “Uncle Eddie?”

Edward nodded, his gaze steady. “In color..” He smiled softly.

Jey’s anger and sorrow seemed to collide, leaving him paralyzed. “Why now? Why are you here?”

Edward stepped closer, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and sorrow. “Because you’re at a crossroads, Jey. And you need to hear what we have to say.”

Julie stepped beside Edward, her presence grounding. “We’re here to help you, Dad,” she said softly.

Jey swallowed hard, his emotions choking him. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I don’t know how to keep going.”

Edward placed a hand on Jey’s shoulder, the warmth of his touch grounding him in the surreal moment. “You’ve been through hell, Jey. But you’re stronger than you think. You’ve got Rhea, Jeyson, and the family counting on you. Don’t let this anger consume you, Uso. You’ve got too much to live for.”

Jey’s knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, his tears flowing freely. “I don’t know if I can fix it. I don’t know if I can save her.”

Julie knelt beside him, her voice gentle. “You don’t have to do it alone, Dad. You’ve never been alone. We’re always with you.”

Edward nodded. “And the big man? He’s still watching. He hasn’t given up on you, Jey. Don’t give up on Him.”

The forest began to shift, the mist growing lighter as their figures started to fade. Edward noticed the surroundings looked at Jey and quickly said, “Look in your blue treasure chest in the attic.”

“No, don’t go!” Jey cried, reaching out desperately.

Edward’s voice echoed as the light consumed them. “Stay strong, Uce’. You’re not done yet.”

Jey’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he bolted upright in bed. The room was dark, the soft breaths of Jeyson and the hum of the night grounding him back in reality. He ran a hand down his face, his heart still racing. Glancing at Jeyson, he whispered, “I’ll be back.”

Jey shot up from the bed, his heart racing from the vivid dream. He grabbed the baby monitor from the nightstand, his eyes darting to Jeyson, who slept soundly in his bassinet. The faint glow of the monitor’s screen reassured him that his baby boy was safe.

He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the lingering emotions from his dream. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, Jey stood and left the room, his footsteps soft against the floor.

The hallway was quiet, and Jey stopped outside Jaciyah’s door out of habit. He stared at the closed door, a pang of guilt twisting in his chest. Standing here now, the empty room behind the door felt like a punch to the gut.

Jey exhaled and pushed the door open. The room was spotless, as if Jaciyah had just stepped out for school and would be back any moment. Jey’s gaze shifted to the small square door in the ceiling—the entrance to the attic.

He grabbed the curtain rod from Jaciyah’s window and used it to push open the attic door. The small ladder descended with a soft creak. Balancing the baby monitor under his arm, Jey climbed up into the attic, his mind racing with thoughts of Rhea and the dream.

The attic was just as he remembered—dusty, cramped, and filled with boxes marked from their last move. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the air was thick with the smell of old cardboard and forgotten memories.

Jey set the monitor down on a nearby beam and began shuffling through the boxes, his hands moving with urgency. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but something was pulling him here, as if an answer lay hidden among the clutter.

Finally, buried beneath a stack of old jerseys and photo albums, he found it: his blue treasure chest. His heart skipped a beat.

He remembered the day he’d bought it. He was 23, filled with ambition and excitement about the future. The chest was meant to hold keepsakes, memories he’d cherish forever.

Jey knelt on the dusty floor, his hands trembling as he lifted the lid. Inside were old photographs, ticket stubs, and small trinkets from his life. But sitting neatly on top of the pile was something he hadn’t expected—a DVD.

The label on it made his breath hitch:

“Just in case – Demi.”

Her handwriting was unmistakable, the loops and curves of her letters as familiar as her voice.

Jey froze, the disc feeling heavy in his hands. What did she mean by “just in case”? And why had she hidden this here, of all places?

Memories of Rhea flooded his mind—her laugh, her touch, the way she could light up a room. Jey swallowed hard, his throat tightening.

He stood, grabbing the monitor and the DVD, and climbed back down the ladder. Once he reached the living room, he turned on the TV and slid the disc into the old DVD player.

Sinking onto the couch, his leg bounced nervously as the screen flickered to life. Static filled the room for a moment before the video began.

And there she was.

Rhea.

She sat on the edge of their bed, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her face was pale but determined, her eyes locking onto the camera as if she were staring straight at him.

“If you’re watching this, Jey,” Rhea began, her voice steady but tinged with emotion, “then something has gone terribly wrong.”

Jey sat frozen, the weight of Rhea’s words settling in like a heavy fog. His hands gripped the edges of the couch as he continued to watch the video. Rhea’s image flickered in front of him, her face softer than it had been in recent weeks, but her words were like a sword slicing through his heart.

Rhea shifted uncomfortably in front of the camera, her fingers still fidgeting as she cleared her throat again, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“I know this is hard to believe, but… I’m being honest with you now,” she said, her voice fragile but determined. “I’ve been holding onto this secret for so long, and I know it’s time for you to hear the truth.”

Rhea paused, her gaze lowering to her stomach before she spoke again, almost as if gathering her thoughts.

“When I was explaining to you, Jon, and Trinity that night on Jaciyah’s birthday… I didn’t go into detail about Morris,” she began, her voice cracking slightly. “You remember, right? After he was raided, everything was chaotic. I had received one task from him in Federal lockup. And that task was to do whatever it took to eliminate Demetri.”

Jey’s breath hitched. His mind raced. Hearing her say it—hearing her admit it—sent chills down his spine.

“Why the Polaroids said that.. why they said YOU LIED.” Rhea continued, her voice low and pained. “The truth is that I used the sexual assault as a way to eliminate Demetri. That is also because I knew it what was happening. I knew I was being sold that night.”

Jey’s heart clenched, and for a moment, he couldn’t move. The words reverberated in his ears, each one feeling like a blow to his soul. Sold.

Rhea’s voice continued, dragging him back to the present.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Jey,” she said, her voice trembling. “I never wanted you to feel like I betrayed you, but I had to do what I had to do. This was before you Jey..” She paused, her face falling into an expression of regret. “I can never undo that.”

But this—this was beyond anything he had ever imagined. She used it as a weapon. The assault, the betrayal—it was all a calculated move to bring down someone that had been established as a threat.

Rhea closed her eyes for a moment, as though bracing herself for what she was about to say next.

“You’ll never look at me the same way again, will you?” she asked, almost to herself. Her eyes opened again, filled with sadness and the weight of everything she had kept hidden. “But I had to do it. There was no other way, Jey. Not after everything Demetri had done. And I knew what I was walking into.”

Jey’s throat tightened, the emotions swirling inside him so violently that he couldn’t find the words to respond. His mind screamed at him, but all he could do was stare at the screen, watching Rhea confess things he had never expected her to say.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, almost too softly for him to hear. “I truly am. But I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t know who I was anymore. And now… now, I just want us to heal. But I know that may not be possible.”

Rhea’s cyan eyes flickered with hope as she spoke her last sentence.

“The only person that knows about Morris sending me to eliminate Demetri is Ken. Whatever has happened to me… Ken would know… and Jey, please don’t give up on me.”

Jey’s heart was still racing, the weight of the DVD confession sinking deeper with every passing second. The room felt colder now, despite the warmth of the house surrounding him. His mind was spinning, the words Rhea had spoken replaying like a haunting echo.

Jey closed his eyes and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His mind was flooded with questions. How did it all get so complicated? Why had Rhea kept this from him for so long? And most importantly—where is she?

But one thing was clear: she had asked him not to give up on her. And even after everything, Jey wasn’t ready to let go. He needed answers. He needed to understand what had pushed her to this point.

His fingers moved quickly over the phone screen as he searched for flights to Orlando, FL. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the next available flight. It was soon—too soon, but Jey didn’t hesitate. He clicked to book the flight. He would figure everything out once he got there. There was no turning back now.

The truth was out there—somewhere. Jey didn’t know what he would find when he arrived in Orlando, but he knew he couldn’t stay here, trapped in the unknown. He had to search for the answers, even if it meant facing things he wasn’t ready to confront.

“Go, my son… go find her.”

Jey froze and slowly turned around. There, standing in the doorway of the living room, was his mother, Talisua. Her presence was calming yet powerful, as always. She stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern but also unwavering support.

“The family needs her back,” Talisua continued softly. “Go find her, Jey.”

Jey swallowed hard. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear those words until now. His mother’s voice grounded him, giving him the strength he needed to move forward.

Talisua’s hand gently touched his shoulder, and without another word, she enveloped him in a warm, comforting hug. Jey didn’t speak; he just closed his eyes for a moment, letting the familiar embrace wash over him. It had been so long since he felt like everything might be okay.

But reality was setting in fast. There was no time to linger in the comfort. He pulled away gently, his eyes meeting hers. “What about my son?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Talisua smiled softly, reassuring him. “Me and your father have it covered. Go. You have to do this.”

Jey hesitated, but deep down, he knew his mother was right. His son, Jeyson, would be safe with his grandparents. There was no time to waste.

With a deep breath, Jey nodded. He made his way up the stairs, his heart pounding with the thought of the long road ahead. As he entered the room, his eyes landed on his small son, still sleeping soundly in the crib. Jey’s chest tightened. He had to leave him behind, but this was something he had to do. For Rhea. For their future.

He packed a small bag just in case and returned downstairs, handing the baby monitor to his mother. “Please… keep him safe,” Jey said, his voice strained with emotion.

Talisua nodded, her eyes full of reassurance and love. “I will,” she promised. “You go find her, Jey. We’ll take care of everything here.”

With a final glance at his son, Jey turned toward the door. He didn’t look back this time. His path was clear, and though the weight of what lay ahead weighed heavy on his heart, he knew there was no turning back.

Jey stepped outside, the cool night air biting at his skin, and began his journey to Orlando. To find the truth and to hopefully find Rhea.

—

The roar of the engines from the red-eye flight still echoed in Jey’s ears as he stepped out of the Uber and into the humid Orlando air. It had been a grueling three-and-a-half-hour flight, and the early morning hours were weighing on him, but his mission couldn’t be delayed. Rhea was out there, somewhere, and he needed answers—answers he couldn’t get from anyone else.

He glanced down at his phone. 4:51 AM. The city was still asleep, but not this place. He knew that the club he was heading to was a sanctuary for secrets, a place where time didn’t matter. Vices had a reputation for being open 24/7, where the deepest of underground dealings went unnoticed and unchecked.

As the Uber rolled up to the club, Jey took a deep breath. This was it. He couldn’t afford to hesitate. The bouncer stood at the entrance, massive in stature, scanning the area with a calculating look. Jey approached with purpose, overnight bag slung over his shoulder.

The bouncer gave him a side-eye, assessing him for a moment before he spoke. “Password.”

Jey didn’t falter. He knew the drill. He leaned in slightly, his voice low. “Black Mamba.”

The bouncer stiffened immediately, his eyes narrowing, and then without warning, his large hand shot out, grabbing Jey by the throat. Jey instinctively tensed, ready for a fight, but he was caught off guard by the speed and strength of the bouncer’s grip.

Without a word, the bouncer pulled him forward, forcing him into the club. The patrons inside seemed unfazed by the display, lost in their own world of dim lights and the pulsing beat of bass-heavy music. Jey was dragged through the crowd like a ragdoll, the weight of his body barely disturbing the rhythm of the place.

The bouncer’s grip didn’t loosen, and Jey struggled for a moment to get his bearings, but it wasn’t long before they reached a familiar red door—one that had led to a thousand clandestine conversations, business deals, and moments of truth.

The bouncer stood still for a moment, glancing around to ensure no one was watching before he spoke again, this time with a cold, almost reverential tone. “Black Mamba.”

The second bouncer at the door nodded, recognizing the code instantly. The door swung open with an almost eerie silence, and Jey was thrust inside the dark, empty room.

He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing, his eyes adjusting to the dim light as the door slammed shut behind him. The room was quiet, save for the muffled thump of the club’s music in the distance. There were no chairs, no décor—just the hard walls and the faint smell of stale cigarette smoke and something darker.

Jey felt his heartbeat quicken as he scanned the room. The familiar weight of uncertainty settled in his chest. This wasn’t just a club anymore. This was a place where people came to confront their demons, to bury their secrets. And for Jey, this was the final step. He had no idea what he would find in this room, but he knew one thing for sure: it was all or nothing now.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Jey steadied his breath and waited. He knew someone was about to show up. He wasn’t alone in this room for long.

The door creaked open, and Jey barely had time to prepare himself before Ken entered the room, his gun drawn and aimed straight at him.

“Cool it! It’s Josh!” Jey called out, raising his hands in mock surrender.

Ken froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing, and then, with a sigh, he slowly lowered his weapon. “I’m sorry. Things have been… on edge,” he muttered, his voice tight with the weight of the situation.

“I know,” Jey replied quietly, his eyes scanning the room, noting the tension that clung to Ken’s every movement.

Ken walked further into the dim room, eyes still wary. “Anybody send you?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Jey shook his head. “No, I came on my accord.”

Ken nodded slowly, but there was a heavy silence between them before he asked, “Why are you here?”

Jey’s jaw clenched. “You know about… Mamba,” he said quietly, the name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Ken’s expression hardened. He gave a curt nod, his jaw tightening as he replied, “Morris gave me one job and I couldn’t even do that.”

Jey’s gaze sharpened, his fists clenching at his sides. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous.

Ken’s eyes drifted to the floor for a moment, before he finally met Jey’s gaze again. “To protect her… Mamba,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Jey’s teeth ground together in frustration. “Once she was out of whatever you guys had going on, it became my job to protect her,” he bit out, the weight of the responsibility sinking in once more.

Ken nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with regret. “Why are you here, then?”

Jey’s voice was tight with urgency. “I know about Morris giving the order to kill Demetri,” he said, watching Ken’s reaction closely. “What I don’t know is who could be responsible for kidnapping my wife.”

Ken ran a hand through his hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “We tried…” he trailed off.

Jey leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “What do you mean, you tried?”

Ken’s eyes darkened as he spoke, his voice lowering. “We went to Warsaw… but it was a dead end.”

“Warsaw?” Jey repeated, confusion lining his features. “She never told me about Warsaw.”

Ken met his gaze, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. “Morris… he’s from Warsaw. He and Mamba spent about two weeks up there. It was the last mission they went on before… before Morris got raided.”

Jey’s heart clenched at the mention of Morris’s raid. The pieces were falling into place, but there were still too many gaps. “So what happened now?”

Ken’s gaze hardened, frustration seeping into his voice. “Me and two others tried going up there when Mamba was kidnapped, but we couldn’t find her. Most of our contacts went missing or went rogue.”

Jey inhaled deeply, trying to keep his emotions in check. “Who do you believe kidnapped Rhea?” he asked, his voice quiet but steely.

Ken’s jaw tightened as he responded. “We believe a woman named Valerie, aka California Mountain Snake, assisted in it, but she’s gone rogue. No one’s seen her since… Viper’s killing.”

“Anybody else?” Jey pressed, the urgency clear in his voice.

Ken shook his head slowly, his gaze distant. “Another man, but we don’t know who.”

Jey let out a frustrated breath, the weight of the unknown hanging over him. “Thanks for… whatever this was,” he said, his voice flat as he stood up to leave.

But just as he was about to turn toward the door, he stopped. A thought crossed his mind, something he couldn’t shake.

“Real quick,” Jey began, turning back to Ken. “Rhea’s inheritance?”

Ken’s brow furrowed. “What about it?”

“Why did Morris leave that much?” Jey’s voice was tight with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Ken’s eyes softened as he looked at Jey. “You know, Morris… loved and cherished Mamba very much.” There was a brief pause before he added, “He did whatever he could to make sure she’d be taken care of, even after he was gone.”

Jey swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to maintain his composure. “Was he still in love with her until… until he died?”

Ken’s eyes softened further, and for a brief moment, Jey saw the weight of regret in the older man’s eyes. “Till the very end.”

Jey sighed deeply, the ache in his chest growing. He had known it, in his heart. Morris had never truly let her go.

Ken spoke again, his voice low but firm. “Morris was the only man I ever considered a father figure in my life… if you receive any leads, let us know. We’ll handle it. We don’t want you to get blood on your hands if it means Mamba’s innocence.”

Jey stood in silence, the room heavy with unspoken words. After a long moment, he nodded, his resolve hardening.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said quietly before walking toward the door.

Ken’s voice stopped him just before he left. “Don’t forget… she needs you, Jey. Don’t forget why you’re doing this.”

Jey didn’t reply. He couldn’t. Because everything he was doing now, every step forward, was for Rhea—his wife, the woman he loved.

—

Jey opened the door to his house, the faintest groan escaping his lips as the weight of exhaustion and worry settled deeper into his bones. It was just after 12 o’clock, the house eerily quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustling of leaves outside. As he stepped inside, he was met by the familiar, comforting faces of his parents, Solofa and Talisua.

“Son, are you okay?” Solofa’s voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable concern in his eyes.

Jey blinked, realizing he hadn’t slept since he left Orlando. The exhaustion was hitting him harder than he anticipated, but he forced himself to stay alert.

“I’m… I’m fine,” Jey murmured, his voice rough from the lack of rest. “Please, take care of Jeyson… I need some rest.”

Solofa nodded, his expression softening with understanding. He reached out to clap a hand on Jey’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve been through a lot, son. Get the rest you need. We’ve got everything covered here.”

Jey didn’t need any further encouragement. His body was screaming for rest, and he didn’t have the energy to argue. Slowly, he made his way upstairs, his footsteps dragging as he ascended. The weight of the situation still loomed over him, but it was the conversation with Ken that kept invading his thoughts.

Warsaw. Why Warsaw?

The question gnawed at him, looping over and over in his mind. What was so important about that place? He stepped into the bathroom and forced himself to shower, hoping the water might wash away the weariness, if not the mental fog that clung to him. As the warm water cascaded over his body, his thoughts remained fixated on Ken’s words.

Finally, he turned off the water and stepped out, drying himself off slowly. His mind refused to quiet, the pieces not yet clicking into place. As he laid down on the bed, the exhaustion finally crept in, but even then, his thoughts refused to give him peace. His eyes fluttered shut, his body begging for rest, but his mind was still racing.

And then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit him.

He couldn’t waste another moment. The connection was there, the breakthrough he’d been waiting for.

The answer he’d been searching for was just within reach, and now, it was time to chase it down.

The place echoed through his mind, as clear and vivid as if it had been shouted in his ear. His eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jey sat up suddenly, his breath shallow as he whispered the name under his breath. It made sense. The pieces were finally coming together.

“Phoenix!”

[hopefulidiocy]

Writers block..? SAME! I’ve had this idea for WEEKS and just never write it lol.

So imagine there’s this like legend of The Great Targaryen (reader) who lived before Rhanerya and them and she was called The Great Targaryen because she commanded like 4 dragons instead of one. (kinda like Daenerys)

So maybe she was like so powerful or whatnot a witch (idk if they rly had those back then but like, there’s dragons so bare with me lol) cast her to sleep, saying she’ll only awake in 100 years OR SOMETHING IDK YET.

But anyways, team black realizes that if they want to win they’ll need her or something so they go looking.

The find her asleep in a cave off the coast somewhere and somehow she wakes up (haven’t rly gotten there yet) and they’re all like woahhhh but she has no dragons?

They get to the top of the cliff and she kinda just faces out towards the ocean and stands there, everyone is confused. She raises her arms like A GODDESS and BOOM flying out of the ocean is DRAGONS!!!

Idk it’s a really weird concept but I had a dream like that and that’s where this came from lol.

Watcha think???

The Dragon Tamer

House of the Dragon x OC!Female!Character

Warnings: mentions of child loss, death, destruction and disease.

Characters that are my own: Efflestead the Warrior, Alina the Dragon Tamer/Demon Queen, Jocelyn the Great

A/N: I have never written something like this before and I looooved doing it <3 part two?

MINORS DNI 18+

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Many tales graced the darkened walls of Westeros. They flew, invisibly, through the air as folk songs or poems; they were words, spoken from generation to generation. Efflestead’s siege on the North, battling it to great victory until all that was left was rubble and dirt and dead bodies. He was celebrated, a day commemorated to him and how he savagely killed thousands of innocents for being in his war path to the Iron Throne. He was crowned on the 10th of the Third Month, creating catastrophe and violence in his stead. But no one remembers that part. They don’t remember how he killed his way to the top, tortured those who dared to whisper in the corners of every house, how he employed spies who could’ve well been your father or brother and they would let loose their secrets and you’d be on the Wall within the hour. Most people remember him as Efflestead the Warrior King, a family man with fifteen children of his own, all just as ghastly as he was, a man of great honour - being with his wife for more than 40 years, but everyone forgot he had mistresses and often beat his wife to the point she lost more than five children. No, people forget the bad parts because they want a story they can be proud of. Efflestead’s children went on to become monarchs, Heiron being the first and rather boring King, contracting Green Fever before the Winter. Jocelyn became Queen after he died, she was a beauty, to all accounts of people who knew her but, of course, when she was murdered in the comfort of her own bed; her own brother, Aegon, was the one who distributed horrific lies and propaganda. She was a witch and bewitched a plague amongst the Smallfolk with her sixth finger and long, hanging nose that drooped over her upper lip. No one remembers that she was kind and generous to the Smallfolk, no one remembers that she cared for the health of her people and sought to change all of it.

History and myth are not kind to those who actually do good, they would rather remember those with an intriguing story that they can pick apart and leave out the bad bits.

There was one though, no recollection in any chronicle of history, no written records, just a song. Sung in the streets of the Red Keep.

A dragon descended upon the River;

His claws long and his mind clever;

A woman with eyes so black;

Came onto the shore with a crack;

She said, “Who hath come to fight?”;

When one man stepped forth, she cackled to the night;

“Is that all you have?” And so she unleashed her fury onto the innocence;

Letting them have her anguish and misguidance;

Four wild beasts arose from the dark;

Fire, blood and fury from their violent arc;

She tried, as she must, to fight with her life;

But the Smallfolk were full of strife;

They killed her with one switch of a blade;

And off her head rolled in the shade;

They rejoiced and called out;

“At last, the Demon Queen is dead! And so she will be forever at rest!”

Of course, the Smallfolk only knew the lines to a wretched song that kids would learn as they grew up in the parks and the bakeries. They would be told the Demon Queen will have you for supper! If they forbade any law. But, of course, the Demon Queen was more than a ruthless woman. First of all, she had a name… Alina Targaryen. Born to the bastard grandson of Efflestead. She was known to be a beauty, long white hair always in a braided crown, dresses that puffed around her and always glided along with her. She was kind, generous and full of wit. Many men wanted to have a slice of her, but she never allowed it, she kept herself neat and tidy for any man that would marry her.

She never did marry.

Instead found her love elsewhere. With multicoloured eggs that she grew with affection and suddenly… she was the most powerful woman in Westeros.

Being so powerful, she became a target. A target for war, for assassination, for love and temptation. But she hid out in the caves, away from human life and settled with her dragons. The song got one thing right, she did tame four dragons, she loyally loved each dragon.

Fate is a funny thing. It is what’s meant for you, even if it’s not what you want. Alina didn’t want to sleep for one hundred years, she was completely oblivious to it until the day came when the waves crashed harshly against the cave, the dragons looked at her with perplexity and so, being the brave soul she was, she opted to explore on foot. The grey waves curled up into the sky with every crash against the rock, she clung to the edge as she watched spurts of water form a woman, no eyes and no mouth, just a plain black face with wispy hair like a witch. Alone and cold, the witch whispered under her breath that sent Alina into a sleep, never to be heard from again. Until Westeros went to shit.

Around the Queens’ table at Dragonstone, Daemon sat with his elbows propped up, chewing onto his fingernails as Rhaenyra stood, stoic and strangely calm whilst Rhaeyna spoke of the dangerous plans the Greens have for Dragonstone.

“He will surely arrive with Vhagar, even with the three dragons we have cannot take her on. We all know that.” She said, sitting straight. Daemon looked up at her worried face before switching to Rhaenyra’s face, she was deep in thought, Jace behind her, pacing up and down.

“Jace, stop. I can’t think right now.” Daemon ordered, but Jace didn’t stop. He rarely answered to his step father, he was deep in thought like the rest of the room. A hanging shadow was hanging over Dragonstone with Aemond’s threat to burn it to the ground. The Blacks may have the Dragon Queen but the Gods themselves couldn’t defend Dragonstone against Vhagar.

“You know…” Jace trailed off, Daemon looked at him disinterested. Rhaenyra turned her head slightly towards him, as he thought of his next words.

“What is it, Jace?” Rhaenyra spoke, slightly impatient.

“Alina Targaryen.” He said. Everyone exchanged glances, some confused, some surprised. They hadn’t heard that name in ages and perhaps some people had never heard it before.

“She’s been dead for 130 years.” Daemon said, matter of fact.

There had been a grumbling amongst the smallfolk, something was occurring and no one had the answer and it was something bigger than Aemond and Vhagar. The grumbling was like something was rising, coming alive and word on the street was Alina was planning to come back to slay all the sinners. She had not yet made an appearance.

“The prophecy. There was a prophecy.” Jace pointed out even though he couldn’t remember the full details of said prophecy.

“Yes. They said Alina was to die amongst her dragons, safe within the caves in the North, to protect the eggs of the future but if she was to come alive we would have to gain dragon fire.” Rhaenyra said impatiently, crossing her arms and not looking at her son. “It could never work, Jace.”

Later that night, Jace awoke in his bed from a fitful dream of Vhagar tearing his home to shreds and he knew he had to do something about it. The prophecy of Alina Targaryen was difficult but it was not impossible. Many people at the time did not own dragons or their dragons weren’t used for warfare, just simple fun, so of course the prophecy would be hard. He wrapped a warm robe around his body, keeping the cold chill at bay, thinking over his plans as his bare feet slapped against the stone flooring. His mind was on Alina, the beautiful blonde that was etched into law scriptures, there had even been an execution method in her style for those less fortunate: partially burned by dragon fire and then strangled over several days. It was a gruesome way to end and many people had been subjected to it.

Vermax was asleep when Jace entered the Dragon Pit, he watched him for a while before whistling to awaken him. Vermax was always grumpy when he woke up but actively being woke up was a whole new level of grumpy so Jace was in for a long, long night. In High Velarian, he told Vermax of the old prophecy, of the High and Mighty Alina Targaryen who could help them from being torn into pieces.

Deep within the breathing caves, Alina was still, flat on her back on a spacious rock table; her hands clasped at her stomach, still in her riding gear; her peach coloured mouth relaxed into a soft line; her halo hair scattered around her like a wave as Jace began commanding Vermax’s fire, miles away from the caves. The walls began to move, shaking ever so slightly at every will Jace gave to his dragon and with that push, Alina began to rouse. Not awaking properly, her eyes hadn’t opened but her toes squeezed against her leather sandals as Vermax breathed his hot rage into a vat of iron; quickly, Jace covered the top, burning himself but keeping the fire closed within the jar. He could’ve sworn Vermax rolled his eyes when he thanked him and ran off.

Rhaenyra hardly slept. It wasn’t uncommon. There was much to think about. She was sat at her desk, rifling through some parchments when her eldest son came battling through the door; evidently struggling with his barrel.

“What in the Seven Gods have you got there?” Rhaenyra asked, standing up.

“It’s a vat of fire, Lady Mother. For the prophecy.” He was so unfit.

“The prophecy won’t work, Jace. Don’t be a fool and fall for it. Alina was killed by a Sea Devil. It is in the history books.” She batted her hand away and sat down, not wishing to listen to him.

“Mother, when I was commanding Vermax, it felt like something awoke within me. I could feel this cold chill run right through me, I’m telling you, I don’t think this prophecy is fake.”

“You felt the cold chill because it’s midnight and it’s cold and you’re wearing nothing. Go to bed. I don’t want to hear about it anymore.” Defeated, Jace dragged his vat of fire back to his room.

Defeated by his mother he may be. But something happened and it was unmistakable. So when day broke, he climbed onto the back of Vermax and rode off into the North.

The cave was located amongst a rocky terrain, hidden behind a jagged rock that had dried blood, possibly Alina’s, coated over the tips. The waves crashed against the rocks as Vermax flew onto the hanging cliff, denying to put himself and his rider in danger on the rocks. Jace sighed, noticing the jagged rock, his vat of fire on his back as he slowly, incredibly slowly, bum shuffled down onto a flat rock just to the side of the cave, trying to find a different way to enter but the gap between the rocks was too small, even though he was a particularly skinny young man, he could not fit between them. So he had to go around, the wind whipped around his hair, flowing it into all directions as he clutched onto the sharp edge of the jagged rock, cutting diagonally across his palm as he hauled himself onto a small foot cove when his toes fit perfectly. The waves crashed against him, throwing him into the rock at full speed, cutting the side of his face. He groaned into the cup of his hand, trying to keep his composure as the pain seared through him. Once the waves had ceased for just a moment, adrenaline shot through him and he jumped from the foot cove onto the flat surface at the entrance of the cave.

There was a few spots of water, deep enough to drown in, due to the land shifting over the century she had been dead. At first it was dark, he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face but slowly a light was forming in front of him. Two fawn columns created an archway where a beam of yellow light flooded onto a flat rock, washing over the body of a still woman who was wiggling her toes and small groans escaping her pursed mouth.

“Alina.” He whispered, running towards the rock and finding a beautiful woman, forever twenty three in front of him. The Great Dragon Tamer. Alina Targaryen. He opened the vat ever so slowly, wondering what would happen if the fire was to consume her surroundings, whether she would come to life again. The fire cascaded up and above, touching stalactites and flowing over, somehow it did not touch Alina or Jace and he watched as the Dragon Tamer twitched her eyes. He knelt down beside her, watching her intently as her pale grey eyes opened and took in the fire above her.

The prophecy had worked. The second Alina saw Jace, she shot to her feet, her hand on the sword attached to her leather belt.

“Who are you?” She asked, her voice rough after a century of non speaking.

“I’m Jace… Jace Velarion.” He stumbled across his words, straightening to his feet. Her face was thunderous, her lips straight and almost snarling as she took him in.

“You work at sea.” She spat. “Have you come to kill me once and for all, Jace Velarion?” She unsheathed her sword, the glinting point at his face.

“No, it’s not like that.” He cleared his throat. “I am the son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. I have come to ask for help.” Her sword lowered ever so gently as she inquired him with her eyes, narrowing them and looking him up and down.

“A Targaryen Queen? You must be a bastard. Where’s your white hair?” She was vaguely amused by this. In normal circumstances, Jace would not be able to control his anger and although he could feel it bubbling, he didn’t want to say anything; this moment couldn’t be ruined.

“We are under threat. It’s complicated but Queen Rhaenyra is technically Queen of Dragonstone but she is the rightful Queen of Westeros, in the Red Keep. But her younger half brother plotted against her, the Hightowers, and now he is on the throne and there’s a threat Vhagar and his bastard rider will detonate us all. We need you.”

“The Hightowers.” She spat, tucking her sword back into her sheath. “I’ve always hated them.” She slapped her thighs, she was incredibly masculine, and drove herself to the entrance of the cave. Jace watched in awe as she screamed in Old Valyrian, something he couldn’t understand himself and saw four dragons rise from the rocks. They had been disguised for 130 years as these jagged rocks, the ones that Jace cut himself on, they roared and they were ten times bigger than Vermax. The wind blew in at a high speed when Alina turned around, a mischievous glint in her eye and the first smile he had seen.

“Are you ready, Prince Jace?”

[trinlovessoobin]

fireworks 🎆

{I.N x fem!reader}

1.2k words

quick discrimination: you’re brought to a new year’s party by your friend, she quickly leaves you to go off with a boy so you linger around the party alone until a loner just like you keeps you company.

18+

[warning of content] smut, hard sex, unprotected sex(use protection guys), back-shots, drinking, profanity, drunk sex.

You were nervous about the party, you knew you were only going to know the person bringing you. But your best friend Yuna insisted that you come “It’s New Year’s Eve!! Everyone parties you have to party!” she told you as she had you change into a sparkly two-piece set was a mini skirt and crop top, then she dragged you out of the house. You were a little excited though. You didn’t like party’s but you loved alcohol especially free alcohol.

When you and your friend arrived it was a penthouse in a New York apartment building. You could see the New York parade and where they dropped the ball. You were impressed. The place was packed and immediately Yuna brought you to the drink table and started mixing up herself and your drink she knew your love for alcohol so she made yours a little stronger.

“drink up! Liquid courage babe”

After that Yuna scurried off, and she saw her boy toy Hyunjin.

You walked around the penthouse looking out the floor-to-ceiling window, the whole penthouse was dark but with these blue lights around and one spotlight in the kitchen for the drinks while looking out the window and watching all the people waiting for the ball you felt a presence stand beside you.

“we’ve got just an hour left, then we’re in 2025”

You look up to see the man beside you he’s just a bit taller than you but he has these strong festers and sharp eyes that soften after you two make eye contact.

“you’re the only other person here by themselves besides me, how does a pretty girl like you end up alone on New years… unless you are waiting for someone”

You look up and him and smile shyly at the compliment.

“no, I’m not waiting for anyone. I came here with my friend shes off somewhere probably with her man”

he laughs “Me too well my friend isn’t off with his man he’s off with his girl… I’m Jeongin by the way”

“I’m y/n, I’m about to get another drink wanna come with?”

“I’d love to”

You both walk over to the kitchen, get your drinks and notice people are setting up beer pong and you look at Jeongin look at the beer pong then look back at Jeongin.

“We should play,” Jeongin says with a slight laugh.

“oooo great idea,” you say excitingly.

Once you walk up to the table low and behold it’s Yuna and her man.

“Yo Hyunjin, we’re about to totally destroy you guys”

“wait you know them?? That’s Yuna, my friend”

“must be fate,” Jeong says winking

You both start playing Jeongin is bad at the game and you end up carrying but Hyunjin and Yuna win.

“What happened to totally destroying them innie? That was awful you suck”

“it’s the thought that counts,” he says with a pout.

“more drinks! More drinks!” you say exactly your definitely a little drunk now.

“I’m not sure if you need more”

“but I want”

“let’s get you some water,” he says leading you back into the kitchen he gets one of the water bottles from the cooler.

“thank you,” you say taking the water and giving him a quick peck on the cheek

“only 30 minutes left, any last 2024 wishes?”

“Just one.”

You smile slyly and take his hand walking into one of the empty bedrooms upstairs.

“look even the spare bedrooms have floor-to-ceiling windows, rich people”

You say looking at him, the only light coming from the window. You walk up to him and put your hands on his neck.

“Are you sure? Is the alcohol influencing you?”

“not influencing just giving me some confidence”

“if you insist”

He leans in and kisses you softly and moves you over to the bed leaning you down and keeping your lips connected. The kiss becomes more intense you both become desperate for more. Jeongin moves to your neck nipping it between kisses one hand on your neck and the other on your ass. Your hands move down to his chest and start to unbutton his dress shirt.

“hey, innie?”

“hmm?” he responds humming into your neck.

“how’s your pull-out game?”

You feel him smile against your neck and move now hovering over you.

“Baby, you know it. Now let’s get these clothes off of you they cannot be comfortable.”

He quickly takes off his shirt then unzips your top and slides off your skirt, cheetah print matching lingerie set underneath. Put the biggest grin on his face.

“you’re so hot”

You bite your bottom lip and unbutton his pants.

“15 minutes till midnight, I’m gonna fuck you into the new year”

Your body tenses up, he places a kiss on your stomach he gets on his knees on the floor and pulls your legs to the edge of the bed kissing your inner thighs and slides down your underwear placing his lips on your folds before sucking on your clit your back arches slightly from the sensation he fucks you with his tongue right before you’re close he stops.

“wait why’d you stop?” you say panting

He just stands up at the end of the bed still between your legs he takes off his pants and briefs it is big, bigger than you thought it would be you take a breath and bite your lip bracing yourself, he notices your reaction and leans in to whisper.

“just let me know if it’s too much baby, 5 minutes till midnight”

“fuck me hard Jeongin”

He smirks leans back up and flips you over onto your stomach “Get on your hands and knees, I want you to see the ball drop while I'm balls deep in you”

You do as he says and now you and him are both facing the window that overlooks Times Square. He aligns himself up with you starting slow while he stretches you. But you can feel yourself mold around him he picks up his pace and grabs your hair lifting your head and placing his other hand on your tit fondling your nipple you moan that was your sensitive spot he goes even fasting the room is filled with smacking and muffled music from outside he pulls you up so your body’s are aligned while he’s still fucking you from behind he moves one hand to your clit and starts circling motion while his other hand his holding you up you start to hear the people outside the room counting down. You’ve already orgasmed 3 times and he’s getting hit ready for your fourth he picks up his pace even more than you didn’t even know he could. 5…..4…..3…..2….1….happy new year

You hear the people outside the room cheer and look out the window to see confetti in the air and fireworks go off.

“I’m gonna cum” you say once more.

“cum for me baby, cum all over my dick. I’m close”

You cum, your walls tightening around his member you lean back down into doggy style you can no longer hold yourself up, Jeongin pulls out and cums all over your ass and back.

“fuck, let me get a rag” he hops off the bed luckily there’s a bathroom in the bedroom he comes back with a warm slightly damp rag and cleans you up then leans back onto you and speaks softly into your ear.

“happy new year, can you believe we have been fucking since 2024???”

You giggle and turn over and pull him into a kiss. You pull away and just stare at him

“Happy New Year”

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Chapter 9. Wallflowers

Summary: With each word that comes out of your mouth, Benedict feels more and more inclined to reach out and hold you. Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 2,384 Listen to: 'Bed Chem' -by Sabrina Carpenter A/N: They're horny your honor! -Danny

Benedict wasn't expecting to feel this nervous about escorting you, but he's doing his best to ignore it and greet you with a smile. However, said smile falters when you come down the steps in the loveliest sky-blue dress he's ever seen. He forgets he's supposed to help you until you're already there, and he almost stumbles over his feet to do so.

"Apologies, I forget myself," he offers you his hand awkwardly.

You smile. "Luckily for us, I didn't step on my skirt. It happens more often than you'd think," you say in a secretive manner, leaning into his side and making his heartbeat quicken. "Mr Bridgerton, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely friend, Miss Paula Weaver."

Your lady-in-waiting comes down the stairs a few steps behind you and bows, her eyes doing a quick appraisal of the man before her. Benedict smiles and curtsies. "Pleased to meet you," he says, then looks back at you, "I've heard splendid things about you, Miss Weaver."

"All merciful lies, no doubt," she says politely. You've never seen her smile at a man like she's doing now, and you narrow your eyes at her in playful warning.

"Shall we get going, then?" You ask Benedict.

"We shall. Miss Weaver, are you joining us?"

"Afraid so, Mr Bridgerton," she stands beside you. "Sorry to cloud on your clear sky."

"The more the merrier—and perhaps your princess will refrain from barking at me quite as much if one of her subjects is present to witness it," he adds teasingly. Paula holds back a laugh as you pinch Benedict's arm lightly.

"Your Royal Highness, allow me to introduce you to my family—my brothers, Colin and Gregory," he gestures at the two, both bow and eye you with interest. "My sisters, Eloise, Francesca, and you know Hyacinth."

You bow regally. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Y/N Deveraux."

There is a string of replies that mix with one another. Eloise has a look of suspicion on her face that you silently ask Benedict about, but he only smiles, as if he's used to those looks from the girl. 

"Princess, this is my mother, Violet Bridgerton," he steers you away from his meddling sister.

"It is a great honour having you visit us for the season, Your Royal Highness," the woman beams at you, and her voice sounds remarkably sincere.

"The honour is all mine. To be considered by your Queen and spend the winter in her lovely palace is something I don't look down upon," you reply with a gentle smile. 

That is about as much of a flawless speech as you'll manage to give being as nervous as you are, and so you reach for an appetizer. Sadly, your hand stretches more than it needs to and the small tower of pastries threatens to topple over. Thankfully, Paula keeps it upright and flashes a smile meant to be soothing.

"Apologies," you blush without meeting the Bridgerton's eyes.

Hyacinth is buzzing with excitement and she boldly grasps your arm, tugging you away from her family and guiding you to the balloon. "Come look, Y/N!"

You follow, glad to be pulled away from the crowd. Benedict tails you at a polite distance, wanting to give his youngest sister the chance to become closer friends with you. Gregory is not as generous and he confidently strides next to you, keeping his hands behind his back looking every bit the proper gentleman, though his puffed chest gives his youth away.

"How are you finding London so far, princess?" He asks with large amounts of dignity that make you want to giggle. 

"Youk now, Mr Bridgerton, I get that question a lot, but I'm yet to hear how London is finding me."

"If the city and I are anything alike, I'm sure it's finding you delightful," Hyacinth says, squeezing your arm affectionately.

"You're a joy to have around, as usual," you squeeze her arm back. "And I need you to meet my lovely friend, Paula," you turn to find her and Benedict in polite conversation. The moment she hears her name, however, she steps forward. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"I want you to meet Hyacinth Bridgerton," you gesture at the girl clinging to your arm. "She's the loveliest lady I've met in a long time, perhaps since I met you."

"Is that so?" Paula smiles at the girl and bows. "Well, then it's a pleasure to be your acquaintance, Miss Bridgerton."

Hyacinth delights in the attention, unused to be seen and spoken to like an adult. She bows back and quickly starts a conversation with the girl, which Gregory takes full advantage of. "My sister is quite right, you know?" He says. "We all think you're a delight."

Benedict reaches out and closes his hand tightly around his brother's shoulder, pulling him back. "That's alright, Gregory."

"What? I'm only—"

"Go keep an eye on your sister and Miss Paula," he says, giving him a look.

Gregory's face flushes with offense but doesn't argue, excusing himself and walking ahead muttering something that's surely foul about his older brother. Benedict shakes his head, glancing at you bemusedly. "You must forgive my brother, he's at an age where he feels ready to be called man despite the baby fat clinging to his face."

You giggle, the noise making Benedict's insides go all fuzzy. "It is quite alright, my brothers went through it just the same—I reckon he needs to be put on the spot once or twice before he realizes waiting to be noticed is worth it."

"Is that how you felt while growing up?" He smiles. "Had your own embarrassing moments in the spotlight?"

"Oh, definitely. I continue to," you sigh. "I wish I could've stayed a wallflower forever. I don't think you believe me when I tell you I'm an expert at creating chaos."

Benedict shakes his head lightly, a soft smile on his face. "Having a lack of coordination hardly makes you bad to have around, Princess. It would've been a waste, having you hidden forever."

"You only say that because you haven't seen the extent of it," you brush it off humbly. "You think your younger siblings are a handful because they are restless and bold. I wish that were my issue. I should be categorized as a military weapon instead of a royal."

The man laughs with his whole body, his hand going up to cover his mouth a bit with the back of it, and you think he could easily hold your head in place with that hand, which causes you to shiver. Quickly, you look away and pretend to fix your skirt.

"You have a knack for words, Your Royal Highness," he says lightheartedly. "I don't believe for a second that you could ever be so terrible, but I do think you're a fun storyteller, no wonder you journal."

You blush. If only he knew what kind of thoughts you've been putting on paper for the last week... "I suppose I shouldn't taint your good opinion of me, those are rare."

With each word that comes out of your mouth, Benedict feels more and more inclined to reach out and hold you. He's never been the kind to offer such platonic comforts to strangers, usually saves the domestic affection for his family only, but you bring it out quite easily.

You also bring out a different kind of need each time you blush, each time you fight back without getting riled up, merely stating your ideas like a suggestion that perhaps the world has more than one way to be looked at, and he thinks you're just the same. You could be looked at as a princess or a woman, in fancy dresses or trousers, or whatever you wear under both...

He looks away from you, horrified by how close he was to slip into his lewd ways. His hand reaches and pulls on his cravat, feeling ten times warmer under the judging sun. He also feels the need to stay still and stop his trousers from creating a friction that could worsen his current state.

You pay him no mind as he lingers, walking forward to meet your new friends as they gaze and discuss the balloon. Benedict thinks that, with your maid and his siblings around, you won't be missing his presence, so he goes away to cool off.

It's been about fifteen minutes since you picked up your conversation with Benedict's siblings when the man abruptly pulls you out of it and enters the nearest tent.

"What is the—"

"We must stay here a minute," he lifts his hand to stop you from talking, pointedly looking outside at someone you can't see.

"What is the matter?" You ask anxiously. 

"I'm being hunted like a fox," he claims, scowling at something in the distance.

"Pardon?"

"The night we met—I mean the night we were officially introduced, I made the foolish mistake of dancing with an all-too-eager debutant in an attempt to escape you." He purses his lips. "I should've accepted my fate as it was, but now I have to deal with you and her."

You scoff. "You flatter me."

He looks at you apologetically. "I don't mean to insult you."

"Yet you keep doing it," you reply, though your words have no heat. "What is so wrong with this debutant?"

"We danced once and talked almost nothing, but now she and her mother search for any excuse to harass me at every event. You don't know how glad I am to have you."

"Well, now I feel a little less glad to have you," you reprimand him. "Why don't you talk to this girl and tell her the truth, that you never intended to marry her?"

He laughs, then realizes you mean it, and his smile vanishes. "Should I also hand over a gun to her mother and tell her she's got big feet?"

"Surely they wouldn't hold it against you? You only danced with her once!"

"My dear Princess, when you're a Bridgerton, dancing encourages advances from the marriage mart. I was stupid, allowed my panic to take over."

"Were you that afraid of me?" Your mood sours further with every word he says. "I don't recall hissing and throwing acid when we met at the park."

Benedict places a hand on your forearm. "You are perfectly lovely, but I tend to act on impulse and it gets me in trouble way too often, that's all I'm saying. Your Royal Highness, please stop coming for my throat—"

"I'm sorry but is this tent a balloon?" A woman speaks out loud. "Because you all are certainly filling it with air."

"Oh, lord have mercy..." Benedict winces, recognizing the voice without having to look up at the person.

"This man's ingenuity will drive forth practical progress. I came here to listen to someone who thinks differently, not to hear the familiar chorus of what cannot be done."

Your smile widens at the lady's words, slipping out of Benedict's grip and swiftly making your way over to the woman. "Well said!" You tell her once the men have settled and gone back to listening to the lecture. You lower your voice. "Are you familiar with this man's works?"

The older woman smiles amicably. "Not nearly enough, but I want to." Her eyes land on the person behind you and her smile shifts to something frailier. "Benedict."

"Tilley," Benedict smiles, but it's a stiff one. "I should've known you'd be here."

"I wish I could say the same, but you've always been more about... whims, rather than predictability."

It is quite an innocent comment, but you can tell it has a certain effect on Benedict, whose smile tightens. "You flatter me. I'm here escorting Princess Y/N Deveraux, she expressed an interest in meeting the mind behind today's exhibition and needed a companion for the day."

"Princess Y/N," the woman curtsies. "I apologize, I read you were visiting but I was yet to see you in person. I'm Lady Tilley Arnold. Are you enjoying London so far?"

"London has been very kind to me, thank you for asking," you curtsy back. "Are you friends with Mr Bridgerton?"

"She's an old acquaintance," Benedict admits, "met her at an art exhibition, she's always been open to sharing her opinion even when she shouldn't."

"Someone ought to be the voice of reason," the woman matches his tone, "especially when those around have no backbone."

You find yourself caught in the fire, eager to abandon it. You step forward and turn to keep facing them as you talk. "Well, you must have a lot to catch up on, so I'll take a walk around the exhibition and—"

You accidentally knock over the miniature balloon used for the lecture, you reach out and catch it squeezing the papier mache basket, leaving a prominent dent on the side. "I'm so sorry!" You blush, handing the balloon to his owner. "Please do let me know how much—"

"Your Highness!" Benedict approaches like a mother hen. "Are you alright?" He gestures at the aeronaut. "Beg you forgive us."

"I didn't mean to break it," you continue with embarrassment.

"He can fix it—you can, can't you?" Benedict asks demandingly. "I'll pay for it."

"No, I will!"

"Princess, don't be absurd."

"It was my fault!"

"No need to argue," the man stops you nervously after hearing you're a princess. "This isn't as expensive as it looks, Your Royal Highness, do not worry."

"The man says it's fine," Benedict guides you out of the spotlight. "We should let him be."

"But I–"

"Y/N," Benedict speaks your name in an urgent whisper, managing to silence you. "Whenever you commit an indiscretion, apologize once, then stop talking altogether."

You pout. "My mother always says that."

"So then why did you continue talking?"

"Because if I hadn't I would've cried," you blush furiously.

He eyes you, and you're drowning in your stress so much, that you completely miss the way his expression morphs into affectionate concern. "You're quite a handful..."

"I'm sorry," you say again, to which he responds with a laugh that makes you stop fretting.

"I don't think it's a bad thing," he reminds you. "You'll make these events far more entertaining for me. Embarrass yourself to your heart's desire, I'll be there to save you if needed."

You don't realize that's exactly what you've been wishing to hear until he says it, and you stare at him, the spark of mischief in the way he's looking at you tells you he's back to acting like he did at Hyde Park, and it makes you wish there were ivy walls nearby.

"Very well," you say softly. "I suppose that means you're agreeing to be my companion for the season?"

"Better yet, Miss Deveraux," his smile softens. "I'll be your friend."

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Broken Bonds-Part 24

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Reader

Mouse gets ready to head to Georgia for marshal training while you try to find a balance with Jay

Tuesday morning you weren’t sure how you would’ve managed getting up and facing the day if you hadn’t rolled over to Stella fast asleep in the bed next to you. Kelly had gone and retrieved  her overnight bag and uniform without question when she’d told him to, the only thing he’d said when he came back to drop it off was when he pulled you into a hug and reminded you “No matter what I’m backing you just as much as I back Stella. You became my sister the day I married her”

At the moment you felt so alone in your damn head but you knew you weren’t. Even taking Mouse or Jay out of the equation you were so far from alone. The idea of Mouse leaving in two short days had your heart twisting. You knew it was for training, you knew he had to go and that he’d talk to you as much as he could and that he’d fly back whenever he could but what if he decided you’d put him through enough?

Stella had given you a recap of dinner once you calmed down, she told you all about her conversation with Mouse. “That man..honeybee it would take death to keep him from coming home to you and even then they better make sure they dig a little deeper than usual if they don’t want him trying to find a way back”

You believed her, you knew Mouse loved you just as much as you loved him but every bad thought about yourself was circling like vultures waiting to feast on the carcass of your psyche.

“Honeybee” you cut your eyes up to see Stella was awake and staring at you with a small smile. “I’m ok Stel” you promised and she shook her head, reaching a hand up to push your hair back from your face “No, you’re not. I can see that brain of yours overthinking. I can’t let you walk into the twenty first if your mind isn’t in the moment. It’s dangerous babe. I need you in one piece, Addy needs you in one piece and like it or not there’s two former army rangers who very well may burn Chicago to ash if something happens to you”

You shook your head “I’d never walk into anything if my mind isn’t in the moment. I wouldn’t risk it on Addy’s sake alone” she nodded “Good, I’m still texting Hailey. I won’t tell her what’s going on but I will tell her to keep an eye on you” you laughed lightly “The men hurt me so you’re calling in wifey?” she grinned “Exactly. Now let’s get up and get dressed. We got enough time I can buy you and baby girl breakfast before we meet Jay for drop off”

You nodded “Sounds good” and tossed the blanket off of you both. She laughed, poking at your hair “And I’ll put a braid in this cause it looks a little rough” 

Addy was doing her best to sing along with the radio along with you and Stella as you pulled into the daycare parking lot. The babbling was the most adorable thing you’d ever heard and just what your heart needed. “There’s Jay” Stella said and you cut your eyes up to see he was leaning against the side of his truck and there was an empty space next to him.

You took a deep breath as you pulled into the space and parked. “I’ll be right back” you told Stella who nodded “I’ll be right here if you need me” You got out and started to walk around to Addy’s door so Jay pushed off his truck to walk towards you “Morning” you greeted and he nodded “morning”

You opened her door and leaned in with a smile “Hey baby girl, look its daddy” “Where’s my sweet girl?” he spoke and her feet started kicking along with her babbling da. “Dada is gonna be first” he said and you shook your head “Nope, mama is first” 

You unbuckled her and ran your fingers over the little braid Stella had put in her hair after she’d done yours. “Morning Jay” Stella called, looking over her shoulder. He nodded “Morning Stella” he cut his eyes at you and you knew he was probably wondering why you’d bought your big sister to drop off.

You put her on your hip then nodded to him “Grab her bag?” He picked up her diaper bag and told Stella bye before closing the door and following you across the parking lot.

“So, you need an escort to drop our daughter off?” he asked in a voice that was barely above a whisper. You shook your head “Jay, please. Can we sign her in first?” He opened the door and held it open for you to duck under his arm. 

You walked in with Addy and spotted Chloe. “Look baby! It’s Mrs Cruz!” Addy started reaching for her and Chloe smiled “My favorite little detective” “Don’t let Stel or Kelly hear that. They’re determined for her to be a smoke eater” you laughed and she shook her head “Both her parents are detectives. I’d say that’s a better chance” 

You handed Addy over and pressed a kiss to her head “I love you baby” then Jay pressed a kiss to her head and handed Chloe the diaper bag. “Who's doing pickup?” she asked and you raised a hand “It’ll probably be me unless Stel has to come for any reason but if anything changes we’ll text” “Ok. Have a good day and stay safe”

“Thank you ma’am” you told her with a smile. Jay thanked her too and you both headed out. The moment you stepped out the door you turned to look at Jay “Stella came over last night. I was upset, she didn’t want to leave me alone so she stayed. I’m taking her to work then coming in. Didn’t realize I had to report my sister staying with me”

His shoulders dropped “Look, I’m sorry. Ok? I’m not trying to be an ass here” you cut your eyes at your jeep and saw that Stella was watching the two of you, of course she was. She was ready to intervene. You turned your attention back to Jay. The dark circles under his eyes probably matched your own “I know Jay but we have to figure this out, for our daughter and our unit. We have a lot of people who need us to get along, so much has happened and I know you don’t believe it but I do love you” he nodded slowly “Just not like you love him” you looked away from him, blinking fast to not let any tears fall “Would you have rather me lied to you? To tell you I didn’t feel the way I feel about him?” 

“I would’ve rather you at least broke things off with us before you fucked him” You weren’t sure what signaled Stella but she was out of the jeep and to your side before anything else could be said. Her arm slipped around your shoulders and she stared Jay down “Ok kids, back to your corners. For one you’re in front of your daughter's daycare. Remember her? My niece, an adorable little thing. Both of your entire reasons for breathing?”

You and Jay both nodded so she smiled, waving at a parent that walked by “For two, you’re detectives with the CPD. Professionals in the same unit.Bury this so neither of you have to face your daughter one day and explain why the other isn’t here. This is an off the clock thing, agreed?” “Agreed” “Agreed” you and Jay both said.

She nodded “Jay, you’re hurt I get it but man she’s my sister. Don’t cross a line” he nodded “Sorry Stella” she cut her eyes at you “And honeybee he has a right to be hurt as long as he doesn’t cross that line, agreed?” you nodded so she squeezed your shoulder and looked at Jay “She’s gonna take me to work then be in. Let Kevin know?” “I will” he promised so she turned you towards your jeep, basically pushing you in front of her.

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She put you in the driver’s seat then walked around and got into the passenger seat. She reached for your phone as you pulled out onto the road. You cut your eyes at her “What are you doing?” “Seeing if Mouse can meet you for lunch or after work. I’ll watch Addy” “Stel..” you started and she shook her head “You need to talk to him..you need someone who isn’t slapping guilt layer by layer on you. Don’t get me wrong. I fucking love Jay. He has been so damn amazing but he is too hurt to see past that right now and I understand his pain but my concern is not his pain as harsh as that sounds. My job is you”

Your phone chimed a few seconds later and she smiled “Should’ve known” when you got to a red light she showed you the text that read Tell her to just let me know when and where. I’ll be there 

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After you dropped Stella off (and had to go in so Kelly could see for himself you were in a better headspace than the night before) you headed for the precinct. Kevin had already texted to let you know he grabbed you  a coffee and Hailey had texted Stella was vague but I got Jay, don’t stress it wifey 

Leave it up to Stella to not only command her team on the truck but end up commanding half of intelligence as well. You pulled into the parking lot intelligence used and was thankful there was an empty space next to Adam’s car. That meant you didn’t have to park next to Jay.

You took a deep breath before grabbing what you needed and heading for the rear entrance all of you used when you didn’t want to bother with the front desk. You went through roll up, typing your code and sliping in before the door opened all the way then hitting the button to close it before going up the stairs. You’d texted Kevin to let him know you were coming in the back way and so he could make sure everyone else knew.

You opened the door that led into the back hallway and laughed when Adam jumped “Holy hell Kidd. Give me a heart attack, how bout it?” you grinned “Sorry Ruz. I told Kev I was coming in that way”  Kevin stepped around the corner carrying a cup of coffee that he held out to you before grinning “Yeah I didn’t tell him because Kim made a bet that he squeals when he gets spooked” 

You shook your head at them teasing each other “You two are worse than me and Stella, I swear” Adam shook his head “Hell no. Kevin would never be as scary about me as that woman is over you and I’ve seen you beat her ex to the point your hands were bandaged for days” you shrugged “He hit her. He deserved it”

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Kevin winked at you “The kidd women are an entirely different breed and little miss Adeline is a new generation” “You know it” you laughed before following Kevin out into the bullpen.

You walked around the corner and your eyes automatically landed on Jay’s desk. “Those two went to talk to a new witness from that shooting last week,” Kevin explained. You nodded “Good, maybe we can pick that case up and actually get somewhere with it” 

You cut your eyes at Kim and grinned “He squealed like a mouse” she cracked up laughing and pointed at Kevin “I told you!” 

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You were sitting on top of Hailey’s desk while you and her went through surveillance videos, trying to find the suspect that the witness had picked out of the line up. She had her head resting over on your thigh as you flipped through the videos.

“What’s up with you and Jay?” she asked in a whisper, even though everyone else was busy or in another part of the building. You cut your eyes at her and shrugged “How much do you want to know being his partner and my wife?” she grinned “Hey, I loved you first. Just remember that”

You sighed and decided to keep it simple and vague so as to not embarrass Jay on top of hurting him. “I hurt him pretty bad with a choice I made but I was listening to my heart with the choice and trying to spare his in the long run”

You stared at you for a moment then nodded “If you were listening to your heart it wasn’t wrong” She laid her head back over and started back on the videos. How the hell did Hailey make you feel better with ten words?

Your phone chimed and you cut your eyes at the time, cursing under your breath before you picked it up and read the text from Mouse Can I take you to Dinner? You bit your cheek to keep from smiling before texting back Stella already said she’d stay with Addy so pick me up at seven? He texted back almost immediately See you then

Jay walked in just as you were laying your phone down and raised his eyebrows at how you and Hailey were sitting “You two find anything or just gonna cuddle?” you shrugged “I mean she is pretty comfortable” and he shook his head but you saw the slightest tease of a grin pulling at his face, oh so that Jay was still in there.

“I think we just got something” Hailey interrupted, clicking to freeze the screen before turning it around so you and Jay could see it. Perfect footage of the shooter’s face and the crime itself from the security camera the witness had helped to uncover. You cut your eyes up at Jay “This alone is enough for an arrest warrant” he nodded “I’ll tell Voight. Get Kim, Kev and Ruz up here”

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“CPD FREEZE” you called out and of course the asshole always chooses to aim for one of the female detectives. This time however he aimed for Hailey. One round caught her in the vest then yours and Jay’s bullets landed in tandem, his body dropping hard to the ground. 

You and Jay both ran to her side, your hands skimming over each other’s trying to get her vest off “I got it Jay!” you argued and he rocked back on his heels and nodded. You quickly undid her vest and pulled it off her body, examining where the bullet had struck. It hadn’t gone through but the chances of something internally being hurt was too high to risk. 

“Do we need a bus?” he asked and you shook your head “Hails you good with Jay just taking you to med?” she nodded, taking your hand to get to her feet “Yeah” you looked back at Jay “Take care of her” “I will” he promised so you transferred her hand into his.

Voight called you over and looked to where the suspect was laid out “Write it up Kidd. There’s no way this isn’t deemed a clean shoot. You and Jay acted in clear protection of a member of your unit”

“Yes sir” you replied and nodded to Kevin “Let’s get back, this is crime scene techs job now”

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You were just finishing up the report when Jay and Hailey walked back up the stairs “How’s the patient?” you asked Jay who looked back at her with a smirk “She was very brave, I even got her a lolly pop” you shook your head thinking he was being sarcastic but Hailey pulled out one of those giant rainbow lolly pops from her jacket pocket and grinned “No, he really did”

You covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed “That is fucking adorable” Jay winked at her “Well she didn’t try to headbutt anyone so that’s better than when Addy got her shots”

“Who taught her to headbutt?” you asked and he grinned “Will, it was definitely Will” Hailey shook her head and nudged Jay with her shoulder “You’re not that bad Halstead, may be hope for you yet” then winked at you “and as for you I just need your ring size and we’re hitting vegas” 

You held up the report “Well Jay, you wanna sign off on this? Then we’re done with this case?” he nodded “Gladly” so far the two of you had held to your promise to Stella. Any issues got laid down at the door. He signed the report then nodded “Thanks” “Of course” you replied with a smile then cut your eyes at the clock “I gotta go soon so I can get Addy”

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You were walking through the parking lot to your jeep and heard Jay calling your name. You took a deep breath and turned around “Please tell me we’re not picking up the argument” you let your eyes focus on the pendant that had slipped out of his shirt “No, I promise”

“What’s wrong Jay?” you asked and he smiled slightly “I was just wondering if I could get her tomorrow night, if that’s ok” you nodded “Of course. She’s your daughter too. Why don’t we get a coffee after drop off in the morning and try to make some sort of schedule? I hate this you feeling like you have to ask to have your daughter for a night”

“Ok, sounds good” he agreed so you smiled “Night Jay” his eyes flickered from yours down to your lips then back up before he swallowed hard “Night sweetheart”

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You were getting dressed to go to dinner with Mouse but a song came on the radio you knew Addy loved so you scooped her up onto your hip. You started singing along as the two of you danced around the room, her laughter wrapping around you.

You heard a knock at the door and knew it was Stella so you slid around the corner, opening the door but not stopping the dance. She stepped in and grinned at the sight that met her “Well this is a gorgeous sight indeed compared to last night” “It really is” Kelly laughed from behind her.

You turned to face your sister and brother in law. “She loves that song” Stella shrugged “Hey to see you happy? Anything works” 

You laughed, still swaying Addy gently as the music changed. Kelly held his hands out “C’mere Addy. Let uncle Kel have a dance” she nearly dove into his arms causing you and Stella to both laugh. 

The two of them headed to the kitchen, something about changing the station while you and Stella talked about the case you’d caught that day. “Was Hailey ok?” you nodded “Yeah, thankfully she didn’t even have bruised ribs” “I’d hate for you to lose your wife” she teased and you grinned “I know”

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You heard another knock at the door and didn’t try to stop the smile that spread across your face. She laughed “That’s Mouse” you nodded and went to open the door. He was standing there and smiled when he saw you “Hey” “Hey”

“Hey Mouse” Stella called followed by Kelly calling out “Sup man?” and Addy giggling at something Kelly had done in the kitchen. Mouse cut his eys in the kitchen at her and smiled “Damn she looks so much like you and like Jay” Stella grinned “It’s weird right? You can pick out what’s her and what’s him but it blends so well on her” Mouse nodded “Yeah. She’s beautiful”

You laughed “Well props to the chef” and they both gave you looks that mirrored each other. “Honeybee” Stella laughed and Mouse shook his head “Really sweetheart?” you rolled your eyes “It was funny. Right Kel?” “Course” he agreed and you shrugged “Let’s go before you two pick apart my sense of humor any further”

Stella grinned “Have fun. I got baby girl so don’t worry” Mouse reached for your hand so you let him take it feeling your heart flip when he squeezed it lightly. 

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“No no, listen baby that was not my fault!” you laughed. You were telling Mouse about a case that had resulted in a dog getting loose in Voight’s car. That had not ended well for anyone. He shook his head, tears in his eyes from how hard he’d been laughing “I wish I could’ve seen Voight’s face”

You shook your head “It was insane. You know how some of our cases get” he nodded “Yeah, believe me I was worried more than one day about something happening to you” you dropped your gaze to your hands, fidgeting with your ring and bracelet. “Hey, what’d I say?” he asked, clocking your mood shift immediately. “I’m scared of you leaving” you admitted in a whisper.

“What?” he asked and you shrugged, feeling tears spring to your eyes. He looked around before standing up “C’mon. We already paid, let's get out of here so we can talk” You let him pull you to your feet and the two of you walked out the door.

When the cool night air hit you he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side “Why are you scared of me leaving?” you kept your gaze down as you admitted “What if you decide I’ve put you through enough? Greg I’ve put your heart through the damned wringer love”

He stopped walking and turned to face you, one hand on your hip holding you in place while the other cupped the back of your neck to give you no other option but to look him in the eye “Baby please listen to me and listen good ok?” you nodded, feeling tears threaten your eyes. 

“I fell in love with you not long after I started working with the unit. The way you handled yourself, how you treated other people, the way you fought for what you believed in, how strong and capable your heart is. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. If there has ever been anyone I believed was the one I was supposed to be with, it's you. I fucked up, god I fucked up so damn bad leaving but look at Adeline? That baby is perfect. I wouldn’t take her back for any pain I’ve endured. I tried the whole moving on thing, but it didn't work and that was when I was on the other side of the world and thought you’d never want me again. Why the hell would I be dumb enough to want someone else when I’m here, a couple hours away on a plane? Able to call you, text you?”

“But I’ve fucked up so much” you whispered and he smiled gently “Who hasn’t fucked up something every now and then love? Anything can be fixed, you could tell me you slept with Jay again and I still wouldn’t turn away from you” “Mouse please don’t say that” you begged, tears starting to fall. 

He moved his hand from the back of your neck around to wipe the tears from your face “Baby I wish you could just see how much you truly mean to me. You’re not a fuck up, you’re not broken. You’re human, yes but you are an amazing human who is full of so much love. I trust you with my heart and soul because it’s already been yours, never stopped being yours. There was never a day that I was gone that I didn’t think about you,that you didn’t keep me moving and yes even knowing you were pregnant by Jay. As long as you want me I’m yours, whether as a lover, a friend, a confidant or anything else you may need. I’m yours”

You were fully crying by the time he got through talking “Right now I just really need you to kiss me” you whispered and he smiled “I can do that too” He pulled you into a kiss, his lips gently brushing against yours. You sighed lightly, relaxing against his chest as you pulled him down to deepen the kiss, flicking your tongue across his bottom lip, begging for access.  He let you slip your tongue past his lips and his grip on your hips tightened when you rolled your tongue against his.

He broke away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours “I love you Y/N Kidd with everything I have and I promise I will love you until the day they put me in the ground. The only way I will walk away from you now is if you told me to then I’m just gonna step to the side and hope you want me again later”

You blinked back tears “I love you too Greg Gerwitz, I’m not sure I deserve you” he shook his head “Baby you’re everything good and one day I’ll get you to believe that” 

“Can we take a walk or something? I’m not ready to be away from you yet” you whispered and he nodded “We can do whatever you want love” you cut your eyes at him, letting your eyes trail down his body “Whatever?” he chuckled “Within reason, you do have to get home to Addy”

You smiled “Why are you so good to me?” “Because you own my heart, woman. I have no other option” he replied, slipping his hand into yours.

You were feeling a lot more human after spending a few hours in Mouse’s arms. Things weren’t fixed but yet again for the millionth time in your life Stella was right, you allowed yourself the luxury of not drowning in guilt and you felt like you could draw a breath easier. That man loved you even when you couldn’t love yourself.

You got up early and redid the braid in Addy’s hair before dressing her for daycare. You were heading out to your jeep when you heard your phone chime. You knew it was a text but your hands were full so you couldn’t check it until you got her buckled in her seat.

She giggled when you leaned in to buckle her. “Oh that’s funny huh?” you laughed, tickling her tummy before kissing her forehead. You went around to the driver seat and climbed in. After you buckled in you clicked the text alert and saw it was from Mouse Just wanted to say good morning to you and little miss. I love you. Have a good day. Be safe

You smiled and texted back Good morning from me and a very giggly little miss. I love you. I’ll call you after work

You sat it in the handsfree holder then turned the ignition on, you had to meet Jay at the daycare then you two were going to get coffee to discuss a schedule of some sort. “Let’s go love” you told Addy before pulling out onto the road.

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You sat across from Jay, sipping your coffee and both of you looking at the calendars on your phone “Fridays make sense with me, I have no urge to go out” you said and he nodded “Ok, so every other night or one with me two with you?” you shrugged “Whichever works best for you. We can start with the one and two then work up to every other once she’s used to it to not change her routine too much and if you need to switch nights or need Stella to watch her that’s always ok”

“What happens on Halloween, thanksgiving, her first christmas or her first birthday?” he asked and you shrugged “We’ll figure it out. Halloween we can do together, same as thanksgiving and possibly christmas and of course her first birthday will be the two of us. Jay we’re her parents, no one else. We promised to do this together. That hasn’t changed, has it?” he shook his head “No, she’s my babygirl. She’s everything to me. For so long you and her have been the center of my attention”

You felt guilt flare to life at the look in his eyes, fuck why did life have to be so complicated? “Jay I do love you, nothing and no one will change that” “Not even Mouse?” he asked and you smiled slightly “Not even Mouse. You gave me the most important thing in the world. We share a little person. There’s someone walking or well not quite walking yet but you get the point…there’s someone who is a perfect mixture of me and you. She will forever know she is loved, that her mommy and daddy have always had each other's backs. We’ve bled for each other, we’ve nearly died with and for each other. That’s a better story than some kids get to tell isn’t it?”

He cracked a small smile “Yeah, it is” you reached across the table to squeeze his hand before saying “Just so you know on Halloween I reserve the right to pick matching outfits for you and Addy and make you wear them” he shook his head “You’re ridiculous” you grinned “And yet you had a baby with me..what does that say about you?” 

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⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

the guys don’t really talk about it explicitly, but it’s clear they all know they’re sharing you. there’s this unspoken rule: no jealousy, no drama—just everyone doing their best to make you happy.

each band member has a distinct connection with you:

axl: intense and possessive in private, though he tries not to show it too much. he’s the one to write you love letters, scribbled in the middle of the night.

slash: laid-back and easygoing, always offering to play you soft riffs when you’re stressed. he thrives on quiet moments with you, a stark contrast to his wild stage persona.

duff: the sweetheart of the group, always making sure you’re eating and drinking enough. he’s big on casual touches—an arm slung over your shoulder or a kiss on your forehead.

izzy: the mysterious one, who doesn’t always express his feelings but shows you through subtle actions. he’ll leave little gifts for you—things that remind him of you, even if it’s just a cool rock he found.

steven: playful and energetic, he’s the one who drags you out for spontaneous adventures or dances around the room with you just because. he makes you laugh the most.

being with all five of them means there’s never a dull moment, but it also means you’re the glue holding them together sometimes.

they rely on your calm presence to balance out their fiery personalities.

surprisingly, they don’t fight over who gets to spend time with you.

sometimes, it’s everyone piled together in a giant heap on the couch, passing around drinks and laughing at old stories.

other times, it’s more intimate, one-on-one moments with each of them.

while they promised to keep jealousy out of it, there are moments where they can’t help it—like axl shooting daggers at slash for making you laugh too hard, 

or steven pouting because izzy got to you first.

it never escalates, though; they all know you care about them equally.

they love showing you off at shows.

axl dedicates songs to you

duff and slash exchange knowing smiles when they catch you dancing

and steven’s grin gets impossibly wider when he sees you in the crowd.

if they ever argue, it’s usually over something trivial—like who gets to sit next to you at dinner.

you’re the one to break it up, reminding them you’re not going anywhere and that there’s enough of you to go around.

HERE ARE SOME THINGS THEY’D SAY DURING ARGUMENTS

axl:

she was laughing at my joke first, slash, so maybe back off for a second!

why does she always go to you when she’s upset? i can be comforting too, you know!

look, i’m not saying i’m her favorite, but… i mean, come on—(cue everyone groaning and throwing pillows at him)

slash:

dude, it’s not a competition. you’re making this weird.

axl, maybe if you didn’t act so intense all the time, she wouldn’t need me to calm her down.

she’s not a prize to be won, man. just… chill, okay?

duff:

guys, seriously, this is dumb. she loves all of us. can we just stop?

you’re all acting like little kids. i’ll just go hang out with her since you can’t figure it out.

fine, you sit next to her this time, axl. but next time, it’s my turn.

izzy:

are you guys really arguing over this? she doesn’t even like it when you fight.

i don’t need to argue. she already knows i’m her favorite. (delivered with a smirk that drives axl crazy)

you’re all so loud. no wonder she comes to me when she wants peace.

steven:

you’re hogging her attention again, duff! i barely got to talk to her today!

can’t we just take turns? or, like, hang out all together? this isn’t that hard!

hey, she promised to help me with my drumming! wait your turn, man!

every band member has their own little ritual with you.

maybe it’s slash teaching you guitar chords, or duff making you breakfast in bed after a late night.

these moments are their way of claiming time with you while keeping things fair.

oh and yes, they keep track of how much time is spent with you

okay steven got 6 hours yesterday so therefore I GET 6 HOURS NOT YOU

despite the unconventional setup, the band respects each other’s relationships with you.

they all know they’re better together, and sharing you only brings them closer.

they love teasing you, but it’s all affectionate. slash might smirk and call you “princess” when you’re acting stubborn, while duff gently ruffles your hair, saying, "what would you do without us?"

axl’s teasing is more pointed, like, "oh, so you liked slash’s solo better than mine last night, huh?" but he’ll always pull you in for a kiss before you can get too flustered.

if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, the whole band is ready to throw down. axl is the first to start yelling, while slash steps in to physically block the person.

duff plays the diplomat, trying to calm things down, but even he has his limits. if someone crosses the line, his usually easygoing demeanor vanishes in an instant.

izzy and steven are quieter about it, but they’re just as protective. steven might not look intimidating, but he��ll back you up 100%. izzy’s more about the “say that again, i dare you” vibes.

[schmweed]

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'