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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 17 hours ago
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We meet again | In-ho x Fem!Reader | PT3
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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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moltenapian · 10 hours ago
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> assuming the dom is a man
> assuming the dom is doing it because they like to see the sub suffer instead of doing it purely as an exercise in making their sub feel good in the ways that best work for them
Like fr
Not to get too personal on main but I've been pretty seriously SAd fairly continuously over a period of about five years of my life. Without going into details, it's led to pretty serious drives to self-harm. More beneath the cutoff of you want to read, I guess. It's late so I'm going to be very personal.
Drives that have been rewarded by society at large, in fact. Exercising 25 hours a week on less than 1800 calories a day, while it absolutely ruined my body in the long, made me one of the best rowers in my state in the short term. Nobody pulled me aside and told me that it was unhealthy, that I'd hurt myself, that in four years I'd hardly be able to function and certainly not in any high level athletics. No, they just cared I was faster at racing boats than the others.
I sought self harm in a lot of ways, none of which were controlled. Staying up far too late and working much longer hours than I should have. Not eating anywhere near enough in order to maintain my thin figure. All of it, rewarded and encouraged.
Only after some very severe health scares and deep reexamination of my situation did I really truly identify these drives and how they affected me in such an unhealthy manner. I can't get rid of them. After five years of consistent sexual trauma (and otherwise but we don't need to worry about that) those things are rooted too deep to excise.
But now that I'm in a healthy relationship with a partner who is accepting and understanding of my hangups, trauma triggers, and the things which I need to be able to function in a relationship, I've been able to deal with these impulses in a healthy way.
Better to handle that stuff in a scene where absolutely everything is agreed upon by both parties beforehand, safewords are strictly enforced, and nothing gets pushed too too far. Just enough to stop the part of my brain that wants me to hurt to be satiated for a while. My instincts for self harm are almost entirely abated with occasional "rough" sex and bitter drinks (ngl in my experience a very good way to alleviate those feelings).
Anyways, these days I've been sleeping enough, eating enough, and the healthiest and happiest I've ever been in my life. A productive environment to be able to work out those feelings is really invaluable, and I'm glad to have it.
All this goes to say... it sounds like OP either hasn't practiced safe BDSM (which is a very real risk, don't get me wrong) or is simply judging something based on an emotional/moral reaction. Anyways the criticisms really don't hold up, and tbh in 98% of cases competitive sports teams rely on the same dynamics and are wayyyy more unhealthy. I could write a whole essay on this but now is not the time.
This post is stupid as hell and I'm certainly sorry I (and you all) had to see it
not me printing and framing this shit
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on-a-lucky-tide · 22 hours ago
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Nikolai with body dysmorphia who puts on an excellent front. So much so that Price doesn't even realise until the only way they ever have sex is by Nik giving him a hand job or mind-blowing head. He's amazing at it; the way that bastard touches, the things he can do with his tongue. He's hard to resist. But Price notices pretty quickly that Nik always shirks Price returning the favour.
"Ah, I am tired, John. Let's go to sleep."
"Let me show you this video of a cat falling off a coffee table..."
"Would you like a burger? I think we should have a burger. Be right back."
"You know, that was enough for me. I came in my pants like a boy. Ha. Embarrassing." He didn't.
Price is damn frustrated because getting Nik's kit off has been his wet dream for years, and he's clearly packing a serious weapon in those Levi's. Price wants to choke on the bloody thing. But when Price tries to persist, maybe even almost losing his temper with it, Nik gets defensive and jittery. A crack in his bravado. His eyes slide left and right, like he's looking for an exit, and then he stands there looking worried as Price reaches for him.
"Is it me? Does me touchin' ya put you off?"
"Nyet, John."
"Well then, let me... Wanna touch ya, Nik. Wanna make you feel good. Can see how hard you are."
Nik is so tense, his jaw tight to the point of creaking, his eyes wide, as Price undoes his belt. The huge bulge that was there only moments before as Nik sucked Price off completely disappears. Like someone had chucked a bucket of cold water over Nik's head.
Nik's embarrassed, quickly backing away, muttering about promising Laswell he would send some information through, and then he all but runs from Price's flat, fumbling with his jeans to do them back up.
Nothing Price says can stop him. He can only stand there, watching Nik's hunched shoulders, feeling like he's a been a twat but not quite understanding why. Price has no experience with anything like it, but he knows he's got to be gentle; Nik's clearly hurting in some way and Price needs to figure out how to help.
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lexirosewrites · 2 days ago
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Eddie starts courting Steve not long after Starcourt "burns down" and he picks him up off the side of the road. He was bloody and confused and dead on his feet but still trying to walk his way home since his keys were still in the bunker and the government said he had to give the Tod Father back to the original owner.
Eddie finds him, takes him in somewhat reluctantly, and falls head over heels in the process of nursing the Omega back to health.
Steve was happy to be courted, but he had three conditions. One, Eddie wasn't allowed to ask about what really happened to Steve at the mall. He knows it couldn't have been a fire, but he can't ask. Two, Eddie needs to meet the kids and Robin and be ok with their presence in both their lives. He needs to understand that sometimes they will take priority. And three, Eddie needs to stop dealing. Steve doesn't really mind the drugs so much as he isn't willing to see his Alpha's future go down the drain because he gets caught, let alone have to see him get thrown in jail on trumped-up charges after they've become attached. With Hopper gone, he's less likely to get by with a warning the next time someone catches him.
Eddie agrees readily, with the contingency that he will start seriously looking for a part-time job and quit dealing as soon as he gets one. He understands why Steve is worried, but he doesn't deal for fun. The bills need to be paid and Wayne is already breaking his back to make ends meet.
With both sides satisfied, they begin their courtship.
Neither of them has ever been so happy. Both of them have struggled in their own way to find love and ended up believing that maybe there wasn't anyone out there for them. Steve had been through more than one drop in his life, making him wary, but Eddie had a way of holding him that made him feel safe to fall again. Eddie has always been shunned, and no Omega has ever considered him to be a viable option, let alone The One. Steve looks at him with such love and adoration, filling every room with the scent of content Omega.
The only thing is, Eddie never stopped dealing.
He did what he said he would. He meets the kids, takes them under his wing along with Steve, and befriends Robin as much as she will let him. She's a little protective of Steve, but she's warmed up to Eddie in her own way. He never asks questions even when he gets woken up at 2am to the feeling of Steve thrashing around in bed next to him, whimpering about things Eddie doesn't understand. He even gets a job. He makes money under the table assisting at Berry's Car Repair on Main Street three days a week.
But the money isn't good enough. Eddie wants to be a good Alpha. The best Alpha. Doesn't ever want to give Steve a reason to leave and find someone else. Wants Steve to be showered in all the nice gifts he deserves. He knows Steve isn't with him for the money or the lavish courting gifts, but he also knows that his Omega has expensive tastes and the look Steve gives him when he presents him with a large cashmere blanket for his nest or a tin of the fancy face cream he ran out of the week before makes the lie feel more than worth it.
Because, really, it's not that big a deal is it? He doesn't get a real paycheck, just a wad of cash at the end of the day. He only deals in the woods behind the school, appointments only, and then sneaks the money into his envelope with the money Berry gives him at the end of his shift so Steve is none the wiser. He's as safe as he can be and he's making Steve happy with the extra money that doesn't have to go to Wayne. It's only until he graduates, he says to himself, just until he can get a full-time job and make it big with his band and really dote on his future mate.
It's fine.
It's all fine.
Until Chrissy Cunningham flags him down. Until she asks for a little bit of ketamine to help her relax. Until he's on the run, out of his mind, because he just saw something impossible. Something terrible.
Until he's slamming his Omega up against the wall of a dirty boathouse he's not supposed to have the keys to anymore.
noooooo 😭
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lvnleah · 2 days ago
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midnight cravings | steph catley.
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this was a request but I can’t find it so thank you to whoever requested this! I have a lot more steph fics coming <33
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You were awake again, the quiet of the night only broken by the soft hum of the house. Your body ached, and the weight of pregnancy made every shift in the bed feel like an effort. You had tried to get comfortable, but it wasn’t working. The thing was, you were hungry. Not just any hunger, but the kind that couldn’t be satisfied by what was in the fridge. You needed something specific. McDonald’s.
It didn’t make sense. You had a perfectly stocked kitchen with meals you’d prepped, but your body was demanding something greasy, salty, and undeniably comforting. You rolled over in bed, trying to ignore the gnawing craving, but it wouldn’t go away.
You glanced at the clock — it was almost 2 a.m. Steph was peacefully sleeping beside you, unaware of the storm of hunger brewing inside you. You didn’t want to wake her. She had training early tomorrow, and you didn’t want to burden her with something as stupid as late-night cravings.
But the thought of those fries, the soft bun of a burger, and the cold, sweet ice cream kept creeping into your mind. The urge only grew stronger, and finally, you couldn’t resist. You carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb her, and made your way to the kitchen. The house was still, and you felt the overwhelming need for something that would comfort you in a way nothing else could.
As you opened the fridge, you saw the fresh produce, the leftovers from tonight’s dinner — but none of it would do. Nothing felt right. You leaned against the counter, frustrated, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over. The ridiculousness of the situation hit you all at once. You were crying because you couldn’t get McDonald’s in the middle of the night. Your emotions felt so raw, and you just couldn’t stop.
You slid down to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. Why did pregnancy have to make you feel like this? Hormonal, emotional, craving things that didn’t make sense. You wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all, but instead, you let the tears flow quietly. You were only 16 weeks, your bump was still small and barely even noticeable. Nothing has prepared you for intense cravings this early on. 
Then, you heard her.
“Love?” Steph’s voice was groggy but filled with concern. You hadn’t even heard her move, but there she was, standing in the kitchen doorway, her eyes wide with worry as she took in the sight of you sitting on the floor, crying. “Hey, what’s going on? Is it the baby, are you in pain?”
You didn’t answer right away, your emotions were tangled and overwhelming. How could you explain the madness of your craving without feeling ridiculous? You wiped your eyes, trying to pull yourself together.
“I— I just need McDonald’s,” you said, your voice small and shaky.
Steph blinked, the confusion clear on her face, but she didn’t hesitate. She walked over to you, sitting down next to you on the cold kitchen floor. She gently took your hands in hers, her fingers warm and grounding. “McDonald’s?” she asked softly, her tone gentle but filled with amusement.
You nodded, feeling the weight of your craving still heavy in your chest. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid.”
Steph shook her head, her smile growing as she leaned in to kiss your forehead. “It’s not stupid, love. Pregnancy does strange things to you, doesn’t it?”
You let out a soft laugh, still sniffling. “I just… I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Steph stood up, helping you to your feet. “Well, I guess I’ll have to go get you McDonald’s, huh?”
Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?”
She gave you a playful look, already pulling on her jacket. “You’re not getting McDonald’s at 2 a.m. alone, pregnant and crying. I’ll go get it.”
“But babe, it’s late, you have training early—” You tried to protest, but she waved you off, already moving toward the door.
“Don’t worry about it. You need it, and I’m not letting you go through another minute of this.” She turned back to look at you, her expression softening. “You stay here, get comfortable. I’ll be back soon with all the greasy, salty goodness you could want.”
You could hardly believe it, but the overwhelming emotion of the moment made everything feel so much more intense. “You’re seriously going to go out at this hour?”
Steph smiled at you, her eyes full of warmth and affection. “For you? Absolutely.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, feeling your heart swell with gratitude. “I didn’t mean to make a scene.”
“You didn’t make a scene, love. You’re hormonal, you’re growing our little baby.” She kissed you softly on the lips before pulling on her shoes. “Just sit tight. I’ll be back before you know it.”
You watched her leave, the front door clicking shut behind her. As you sat down on the sofa, a sense of calm settled over you. You’d felt like a mess, but Steph understood. She didn’t judge you, didn’t laugh at your pregnancy cravings. Instead, she simply loved you through it.
A little while later, you heard the familiar sound of the car pulling back into the driveway. When Steph came in, her arms were filled with bags of McDonald’s food. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
“I got everything,” she said with a grin. “Fries, burgers, nuggets, even your ice cream.” She set everything down in front of you, and your stomach gave an appreciative rumble.
“I love you so much,” you said, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face.
“I know,” she said with a wink. “Now eat up, we’ve got a baby to spoil.”
And as you sat there with Steph, eating McDonald’s at 3 a.m., you felt an overwhelming sense of love. Pregnancy cravings and all, you knew you had everything you needed — especially when you had someone like Steph by your side.
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average-mako-enjoyer · 6 hours ago
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After all the raw intensity of da2, Inquisition feels painfully bland. The narrative always teeters on the edge of saying something substantial, but then pulls back.
Oh, you're saying the Templars are killing everyone they suspect of being a mage or supporting mages? Well, they just need a good leader and everything will be fine!
Oh, so the first Inquisition developed the Rite of Tranquility, they used it to abuse mages for 800 years, and the leadership of the Chantry FBI knew about it all along? Well, don't worry, the good Cassandra will fix everything (just don't tell the abused mages that you can undo the Rite).
Oh, and by the way, that elf genocide thing? The destruction of the Dales? Well, evil avvar are to blame! And the elves themselves. They didn't support the emperor during the second Blight because the evil avvar captured the only one who could convince them, and, well, the emperor's son had to act, right? Everyone is at fault here, don't think about it too much.
It goes on and on.
DA2 pulled no punches when talking about authority, because the entire Kirkwall crew are underdogs (yes, even the Champion, who effectively bought their place among the Kirkwall elite, and everyone knows it, and even after the Quinary thing, everyone still treats them like a thug for hire).
So DA2 had to be anti-authoritarian, but in Inquisition, you're the authority. You're the guy who judges people and sends them to their deaths. You're the guy with the castle and the throne. You can't make any substantive comments about the fucked-up system because you're the one who perpetuates it.
And of course DAI redeems Cullen as the "face" of the New Templars. You see, he just needed a good, lawful leader, someone to accept him and make him feel better. He will even stop being a drug addict if you ask him nicely! And yes, he will continue to tell you that you should probably abuse mages more than you do now, but that's only because he's worried about everyone's safety! He's not like those evil red Templars, no, no. He's a good one now.
DA2's message was, "Well, the system is fucked beyond repair. Every authoritarian system is inherently fucked, and there is probably nothing you can do about it. The only way you can participate in this meat grinder is to either turn the handle or accept that you're going to be ground. Or you can take the secret third option. See you at the end of Act 3.
The Inquisition's message is: "Authority is fine as long as its leaders are good people with good intentions. They will know what to do in the end. They will do the right thing. You just have to trust them!" And it's... yeah. At least, Cullen's romance is cute.
talking to cullen and elthina about ser alrik and not coming out of it an explosion apologist is insane to me. that anders waited 3 whole ass years to do it is a test of patience in of itself. if that were me i would have dropped an actual like straight up nuclear missile on these jokers.
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thesensteawitch · 2 days ago
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The High Priestess Wants You To Know This
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Pile 1
Tarot Cards- Temperance, Two of Cups, Six of Wands, King of Swords, Nine of Swords, The Emperor.
The High Priestess wants you to know that people around you see your efforts and are grateful for your generosity. But what you skip to notice is that you do so much mental and physical work that you forget to relax. You are very patient with the results of your work, but your feminine side needs to be activated now. You can activate it by resting and eating well. Try slow dancing or yoga. Sagittarius, Libra, Cancer, and Leo can be significant. If you're a feminine reading this, then the high priestess wants you to know that you've been very patient when it comes to finding the one. You've never had a masculine support, due to which you sometimes overexert yourself by tapping too much into your masculinity. But I do hear that God is your masculine. While shuffling the deck, I saw in my third eye, “Luck is on your side”—New Moon in Sagittarius, and guess what? The exact card flipped out of the deck! What are the odds? You're divinely protected. Balance will be restored in any situation where masculines have hurt you or you couldn't rely on them. You'll receive the love of your life; just avoid falling into the trap of past people/manipulators. Remember your lessons because the high priestess is warning you that someone from the past may show up again or old wounds of masculinity may come up again. It's going to be a test, so make sure you act according to the lessons you've been made to learn. If you doubt yourself or are afraid that maybe you're the one who is wrong, then that's not true. I see stubborn, too-logical, and aggressive masculine energy around you. I do feel that you have even adopted these qualities or have absorbed these energies unknowingly as you were only focused on surviving. You can let that go now. You've come a long way. Please remember your strength. You're stronger and wiser than you give yourself credit for. This is the last battle with your survival self. Thank it for how it has supported you till now, but don't let it win. You don't need to worry about a thing, so just stay calm. You'll win in LOVE. You'll have that one person who gets you like no one. You've been wronged, so stop giving people the benefit of the doubt. You deserve someone who sees your soul, not someone who falls for superficiality. You've been around people who were full of themselves, and that is why their energies kept lingering around you, forcing you to think about THEM! You may have felt guilty or pressured or doubt your own actions. You may even have ended up gaslighting yourself. I really don't like this energy around you. The High Priestess wants you to consciously focus on yourself and bring your energy back to yourself. Your focus should only be on you. That's all. That's it.
Pile 2
Tarot Cards- Death, Two of Wands, Two of Pentacles, King of Cups, Four of Swords
The High Priestess wants you to know that you cannot avoid the change that is meant to happen. You can delay it but cannot deny it. You still think you've another option or another way while you're on the boat to a different reality. You cannot keep asking the questions regarding a closed door. It won't open. Accept where you are. Just let go of the past. You cannot go back for one last look. Wake up and deal with your emotions. For a while you do not need to do so much. Just take care of your inner world. You may be having weird dreams lately. Your dreams are pointing towards the new reality you're meant to enter. It's a way of your brain to help you release the past. You may even be having dreams about someone who has a lot to say to you, but they cannot decide or make a move. This person may also be confused. Someone here needs to step out of their comfort zone, and the comfort zone is avoiding making the necessary decision. You may be moving back and forth wondering what to do and what not to do. Just don't do what you've been doing all along. Maybe you need to take action toward someone or something, but you're so afraid to take it that now that thing/person is appearing in your dream. Some of you may be afraid to follow your purpose, as it may be the first time you're being given a chance to do what you want to do or what you feel called to do. But the wounds are stopping you or making you guess. The cards ask you to focus on healing yourself and prepare yourself for your purpose/calling. What you've left behind may have been good for a while, but for your further journey, it couldn't assist you. Accept the truth; accept the reality. Don't keep reopening the closed doors; don't make the same choices every day wishing your reality to change.
Pile 3
Tarot Cards- 6 of Cups, 10 of Cups, 7 of Swords, 4 of Cups, The High Priestess
Someone's waiting for you and your message. There's an age gap here, and they are manifesting you consciously or unconsciously. The High Priestess is being very clear about what's happening behind the scenes. Someone's sabotaged their friendship/connection with you. Someone may even drunk text you. What? Someone thinks about you a lot and the way they lied to you or behaved as if they didn't care. The truth is you overwhelm someone. They don't know how to behave in front of you. This can be a past life connection. This can be a secret admirer. They have a lot to say to you. This person can have strong earth sign placements. If there's anything missing in their life, then it's you. I also see that money matters to them a lot, and they are also very stubborn. You have multiple admirers! I feel divine is protecting you from someone so that you can meet the person you're meant to be with. Communication will come your way while you're working or doing your own thing. You and your future person are going to be on the same frequency. You'll be a perfect match. Okay, this stubborn person may even think that you're not receiving enough compared to the efforts you put into your work. This person is very materialistic, and they think they are the king, but in reality they are a page (naive). There's something very mysterious about this person. This stubborn person has never shown you their true side and their goals or about their financial situation. I confirmed with the cards who you're meant to be with, so you're not supposed to give this stubborn person a chance because there's manipulation or sabotage here. What you offer isn't enough for them, and they are always going to see you from their distorted lens. It's another person that the universe wants you to meet and be with. You'll meet them soon. If you were drawn to pile 1, then do check it out (I feel a connection). The stubborn person has made you cry oceans! You're about to receive whatever you expected this stubborn person to be for you or give you. You'll be receiving more than you have asked for because of how kind you've been to the old person. I also heard that the stubborn person's kindness was also calculated. I don't know; this person needs to do some healing. They may even be taking tarot readings on your connection. You, on the other hand, can look forward to a new journey in love and life. The cards are sooo clear in the end! They say it's time to release negativity, and nothing will come of this situation (no matter how much you try to make it work with the stubborn one). At the bottom it says, “A new romantic cycle begins!” Yayyy!
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resident-idiot-simp · 2 days ago
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Fuck the idea of the X-Men being concerned about their Logan after hearing about the new Logan and Deadpool won't leave my head.
This Logan is so violent and feral him and Deadpool have done unspeakable things to one another and enjoy it. They HAVE to wonder if their Logan was stopping himself from doing similar stuff.
The professor had said before his thoughts were pretty dark and Jean had seen stuff that had spooked her which lead to lots of distance between them multiple times. She had admitted to others it unnerved her because of just how violent some of it was. She has worried about those he was close to because of it.
Logan had been upset after that because he couldn't help it. It was just how his brain worked.
This Logan however was so much worse. It was beyond disturbing for Jean who had told the others. After this discovery the questions started.
Did their Logan deep down think and feel this way? Was this normal or was this Logan just different? Jean could confirm that in retrospect some of this was definitely in their Logan, but it was hard to say how much.
Maybe theirs had suppressed it well enough you would have to dig to find these thoughts. This Logan was much more animal then theirs was or was it that this Logan just isn't hiding it.
Deadpool has commented on it when asked saying this Logan was less worried about being himself and he loved it. One quote that got passed around was of him saying. "He's a feral he should be acting like this it's natural, do you guys just not know that? A bit pathetic considering this is a school."
That had caused quite a bit of ruckus considering the implications. Sure ferals existed and everyone knew they were more animal then human, but with them being as rare as they were you didn't see them often. Lots of people had only heard stories about them. Hearing and experiencing were two different things and Logan had always seemed pretty tame... Or at least compared to this new one.
When questioned on how he knew how ferals were supposed to act he laughed, "I'm a merc where do you think they go when you goody two-shoes won't take them in because they're too disturbing for you?" This statement too caused a lot of upset.
Deadpool seemed to have a lot of answers If they were true or not it was hard to tell and impossible to determine considering he didn't like sharing. He was insane sure but he seemed to always be right on things he went out of his way to predict or point out.
Someone eventually asked if the old Logan was the same, which had (for the first time the X-Men head ever seen) silenced him. It took him a while as he thought over the question before answering.
"Yes and no, no because If you train yourself out of habits and thought processes they usually die down. However if he just didn't stop himself he would be the exact same. Which honestly would have been better."
When asked to explain why exactly it would be better to be like the new Logan, Deadpool had looked...sad.
"Are you telling me you would rather live a life that's not really you? To be inauthentic just to fit other people's ideals? To change yourself so much that you become practically unrecognizable to the person you were?"
Silence followed that as wide eyes took in wisdom from the unlikely source.
"That's a sad life to live knowing everyone likes that inauthentic version of you better. That you can never be yourself and are shamed when you try to be. That's a damn travesty."
No one knew how to respond and Deadpool had just shrugged, "That's not a life I'd want to live, that I'd want anyone to live." He threw in before walking off to find his Logan and daughter who....oh...was that why Laura always seemed to hate this place?
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astoryofsiren · 2 days ago
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new world | chapter 6
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Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader AU: fantasy AU | stranger -> mates Summary: A tragic accident left you unable to use your wings and, with that, claimed your father's life, leaving you in the care of your noble uncle. In Hala, a house of eight kingdoms, each boasting its own wonders, you never imagined that amidst the pain, you would also fall—this time, in love. Word Count: 2.2k | 10 minutes A/n: SOOO...a TMI! I am actually a pretty chill person. but when it comes to work and writing i need at least 5 chapter planned before uploading a chapter. That is why i currently have about chapter 11 drafted already. Also this is quite amusing but I LIKE WORKING. It gives me a sense of purpose hihi, sometimes its stressful but it gives me joy. Anyways, i hope you enjoy this! Warning: JUST YUNHO AND MC BEING CUTE BYE.
Your breath caught, the weight of his words settling over you like the last rays of the sun clinging to the earth. The sincerity in his tone left no room for teasing or denial—just the quiet truth of what he’d said.
He looked ahead again, his expression gentler than before, as if he was choosing every word carefully.
“I just… hope you’ll always come back to me.”
The words were quiet but unwavering, heavy with an honesty that made your chest tighten. Yunho wasn’t a man prone to insecurity or doubt. It wasn’t possessiveness in his voice—there was only sincerity, a calm and unshakable certainty that you had come to associate with him.
You swallowed, your throat suddenly tight. “Where else would I go?”
“You could go anywhere,” Yunho replied softly, his gaze flickering toward you once more. “You could leave the outskirts for Caius’s capital, where they’d call you a healer fit for kings. Or maybe even Reed, where your name would carry across the mountains.” He paused then, his voice dropping lower. “And yet, here you are.”
Your lips parted, but for a moment, you couldn’t find the words. Yunho had a way of saying things—of weaving meaning into the quiet spaces between sentences—that left you feeling caught in something deeper than you had realized.
“I like it here,” you said softly, finally. “The quiet. The fields. I don’t need more than that.”
His gaze lingered on you, soft and unspoken thoughts swirling in the gold of his eyes. “Good,” he murmured, his voice a touch quieter. “Because I’ll keep coming back, as long as you’ll have me.”
A breath you didn’t realize you were holding escaped, something warm curling in your chest. “And where else would you go, Yunho?”
He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
The wind picked up, carrying a chill, but you hardly noticed. The rest of the ride passed in silence, but this time, it wasn’t heavy—it was warm, lingering like the last rays of sunlight stretching across the hills. Every time Yunho’s gaze flickered toward you, lingering just a moment too long, your heart stumbled over itself, and the world felt quieter—easier—because he was there. When you finally spoke, your voice was softer than before. “You don’t need to worry about them.” Yunho exhaled quietly, as though those words had loosened some invisible knot within him. “Good”
The rest of the ride unfolded in silence, but it was a different kind of quiet now—warm, lingering, and filled with all the things neither of you had said. The golden light softened as the sun melted into the horizon, casting long shadows across the hills, and you couldn’t help but feel that Yunho’s words, too, would linger well after the light had faded.
Yunho suddenly pulled his horse to a stop, the movement so abrupt it startled you. You turned to look at him, brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning its slow descent. “Let’s enjoy the sunset together,” he said softly, his voice carrying an almost wistful note. His gaze flicked to the saddlebag. “I have blankets—and a some bread the hospital gave us.”
You blinked in surprise, but a smile crept onto your face before you could stop it. “You planned this?”
“Not entirely.” He shrugged, dismounting with ease before turning to help you down. “I’m just good at making use of what’s given to me.”
The teasing tone in his voice brought a laugh to your lips, and you allowed him to lift you gently off your horse. Together, you walked a short distance to a familiar hilltop where the world seemed to open up before you.
The sky was painted in hues of gold, violet, and deepening blue, the light spilling like liquid fire across the valley below. It was beautiful, the kind of quiet that settled deep into your bones, where even the soft rustling of the wind felt reverent.
Yunho laid out the blanket as you unpacked the bread and a small cloth-wrapped bundle of fruit. The hospital nurses had been generous, as if they’d known you’d need this moment.
You sat down beside Yunho, the edges of the blanket soft beneath your fingers as the cool evening air brushed against your cheeks. He sat close, one knee bent, his long frame relaxed though his expression remained contemplative. The silence stretched comfortably between you until he broke it, his voice soft.
“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, the words quiet but certain.
You turned to him, brows furrowing. “For what?”
“For not coming as often.” Yunho’s gaze remained on the horizon, where the last edge of the sun kissed the earth. “Things in Hala are… complicated. Someone is stirring trouble.”
Your smile faded. “And you’re involved in it?”
He exhaled quietly, his shoulders shifting. “I’m trying not to be,” he said. “But it’s hard to avoid.”
you had to ask him.
You turned toward him then, your voice soft but deliberate. “Would you answer me the truth, my lord?”
Yunho’s gaze flickered to you, his brows lifting faintly at the sudden question. “What is it you wish to know?”
You hesitated, watching him closely. “I couldn’t help but pry after your injury…” You exhaled carefully, choosing your words. “Are you really just a messenger, Yunho?”
At that, his face shifted, his expression turning carefully stoic—too still, too composed. “Yes,” he said simply, his voice steady, though the edge of it sounded practiced.
But you weren’t convinced.
“You’re certain?” you pressed, narrowing your eyes slightly. “Because if you were just a mere messenger, my lord…” You paused, holding his gaze. “Dare I ask why you would be struck by a Goretherion bloom?”
For the faintest moment, something flickered across Yunho’s features—an emotion too quick to catch before it disappeared behind his mask of calm. He looked ahead then, his jaw tight.
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied quietly, though there was tension in the words. “It’s difficult to explain.”
“Difficult?” you repeated, leaning toward him slightly. “You speak in riddles, my lord.”
Yunho’s gaze snapped back to you, sharp yet softened by the way the gold in his eyes seemed to melt under the twilight. For a beat, he said nothing. Then, with a slowness that made your heart stutter, his hand came to your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. The all familiar sparks seem to sweep through your skin like ice.
“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, as if trying to anchor the moment between you. “I’ll keep you safe. You have my word.”
The weight of his touch, the quiet resolve in his voice—it stilled you completely. You stared at him, searching his expression, but Yunho’s gaze held yours without wavering. There was something unshakable about him in that moment, something that felt like both a shield and a promise.
“But Yunho…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“Trust me,” he said softly, cutting you off before you could question further. His hand lingered on your cheek a moment longer, warm and sure, before he let it fall back to his side.
You exhaled slowly, the air heavy between you, full of things unsaid and unanswered. The Goretherion bloom—the trouble in Hala—none of it made sense, and yet, when Yunho looked at you like that, it was impossible not to believe him.
You murmured at last, your voice just above a whisper.
“I trust you.”
Yunho nodded as he teared his gaze from you. He turned to you then, his expression softening. Reaching into his muted gray cloak, he withdrew a small, velvet-wrapped box.
“What’s this?” you asked, blinking in surprise.
Yunho’s expression remained unreadable as he said simply, “Take it.”
The weight of his words made you pause before you carefully reached out, fingers brushing against the fine box. The bundle was small, its weight firm but reassuring, and when you pulled back the edges, the world seemed to slow.
Resting inside was an ornate pendant—elegant and intricate. Its delicate gold framework curved in swirling, nature-inspired motifs, adorned with clusters of sparkling diamonds that caught the light like scattered stardust. Suspended at the center of the design sat a striking blue sapphire, deep and mesmerizing, its facets gleaming like the heart of a midnight sea. Below, a teardrop-shaped sapphire hung gracefully, encased in a halo of smaller diamonds, its rich indigo hue streaked with faint glimmers of lighter blue, as though it held the reflection of a tranquil night sky.
Your breath caught, the beauty of it leaving you momentarily speechless. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your fingers brushing the smooth surface of the stone.
But even as you admired it, something stirred in the back of your mind—a quiet, undeniable realization. You knew what this meant. In Reed, courtships were steeped in tradition, subtle but significant gestures woven into every action. Gifting family jewels was one of the most profound gestures of all, especially when the jewels were as rare as this. A pendant like this, one polished to perfection and set with a stone this flawless, was not something given lightly.
You glanced up at Yunho, the weight of the pendant suddenly far heavier in your palm. “This looks…” You paused, searching for the right word.
Personal.
Yunho tilted his head slightly, watching you with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It caught my eye in the capital.”
A beat of silence. You heard the lie in his voice as clearly as if he’d spoken it aloud—the softness of his tone, the way his gaze lingered just a moment too long.
Carefully, you reached out, taking the pendant fully into your hands. It was cool to the touch, the weight of it pressing gently against your skin, but its significance—what it represented—settled even deeper.
You looked up at him, your voice quiet but certain. “You’re lying.”
Yunho’s brows lifted in faint surprise, but the teasing smirk you had come to know so well returned, soft and unreadable. “Lying?”
“Yes.” You turned the pendant carefully, letting the fading light catch on its surface. “This isn’t just something you found in the capital.”
Yunho’s smirk faded slightly, though his pride held steady in the stubborn line of his jaw. He looked at the pendant, then back at you, his voice quieter this time. “It belonged to my mother.”
Your fingers stilled against the stone, your chest tightening as the words registered. “Your mother?”
Yunho nodded, his expression calm but his eyes betraying something deeper—something unspoken. “It was hers. She kept it close. And now I want you to have it.”
You stared at him, stunned, the air between you suddenly too heavy with meaning. You knew what this pendant symbolized. It wasn’t just a trinket or a gesture—it was a promise, a silent question that waited patiently for an answer.
“I can’t accept this,” you said softly, though your voice wavered with uncertainty.
“You can, please” Yunho countered firmly, his tone brooking no argument.
He stepped closer then, the space between you shrinking, his presence both grounding and overwhelming. Yunho held the pendant between his fingers, his touch brushing against yours as he took it, lingering just long enough to send heat curling through you.
“May I?” His voice was low, a quiet murmur that hung in the air, reverent and steady.
You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest. “Yes,” you breathed, the word slipping past your lips before you could stop it.
Yunho moved behind you, each step deliberate, as though afraid the moment might break. You sat perfectly still, breath caught in your chest, your entire body attuned to the faint rustle of his cloak and the warmth radiating off him.
Gently, his hands swept your hair to the side, calloused fingertips brushing against the bare skin at the nape of your neck. The touch was fleeting—innocent, almost—but it was enough to make you shiver. And then you felt it: his breath.
Warm and soft, it ghosted across your skin as he lingered, clasping the chain with steady hands. It sent a ripple of shivers coursing through you, pooling at the base of your spine as your fingers curled into the fabric of your skirt.
Yunho was quiet, focused, but the closeness—the deliberate slowness of his movements—was impossibly intimate. The pendant’s chain was cool where it brushed against your collarbone, a contrast to the heat rising up your neck and settling in your cheeks.
You inhaled shakily, the sound embarrassingly loud in the silence, just as his knuckles grazed your neck again—soft and unintentional, yet devastating all the same.
The click of the clasp finally broke the stillness, but Yunho lingered for a moment longer, his breath still there, stirring goosebumps across your skin. When he pulled back, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
Yunho returned to his seat, his golden-brown gaze lingering on you as the pendant settled against your chest. His voice was low, the words soft but steady.
“It suits you.”
Your fingers brushed against the pendant again, the smooth surface cool against your skin. But before you could respond, Yunho's voice broke through the quiet once more, softer this time, as though he were speaking a truth he’d kept hidden.
“With this,” he murmured, his gaze unwavering,
“I’ll always come back. No matter where I am, no matter what happens… I will find my way back to you. And I will always protect you.”
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wayfinders-coven · 2 days ago
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Hi there. First off, I’m sorry my DNI was not posted on this blog but outside of this discussion, do not interact with me. Feel free to respond though. Other endos, go away.
I am having this discussion in good faith, but I have a poor opinion of the endogenic community and I am not trying to be polite about it. The way i say things might sting some, but I have too much to say to take the direct autism out of my tone. I apologize in advance and thank you for your understanding.
Also, i will be putting “non-disordered plurality��� in quotes because… i still don’t believe in it, but there’s an explanation for everything and I’m not trying to deny the experience you do have, but I would like to highlight that it may not be what you think it is.
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First: you can say all you want that all of the above is true, and honestly I do not really care because endos do not keep me up at night. But even through your entire rebuttal you call endogenics with disabled terms, all while claiming that you’re different things.
System is a disabled term, for disabled people, not for “endogenic plurals” or anyone non-disordered.
Using it as a “non-disordered plural” is ableism. You are taking words away from people with real and serious disorders when you use them to spread information about “non-disordered plurality”. Those words are not for you. Please respect that. Use your own words.
On a similar line, endos also use tags containing “system”, “alter”, “split”, etc. Anecdotally, you haven’t seen it, because maybe you stay out of our way, but others don’t.
[Edit: Checked your profile: you *personally* use system! Please stop doing that. And please don’t say you don’t, it is all over your profile!]
Also, A LOT of you guys love to use “traumascum” when (disordered) systems don’t want to interact with you! That is top tier ableism, bordering on entire slur usage at this rate. You guys as a community *invented a slur* to be ableist to systems. Just be aware of that.
To sum up this section: Endos are generally an ableist group, either stealing our words or using a slur they made for us. They should not be doing that regardless of the truth of “non-disordered plurality”.
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Next: The ICD recognizes spiritual practices an example of multiple *personality states*. It does not recognize the “plurality” most endos claim to have, which are either real symptoms of a CDD, or mimicking a CDD.
Also, I hate to be this guy, but when something is normal for someone, it can’t always initially be reported as “distressing”; It doesn’t become distressing until you realize what happened to you, and sometimes it becomes undistressing after you accept it. I know clinicians wont diagnose unless you show distress, but I firmly still believe that if you have all the symptoms of a CDD and yet don’t feel distressed, you’re still disordered. CDDs are traumagenic neurodevelopmental disorders, that doesn’t go away because you become okay with it.
Another thing about this: The cut off date is a theory, and only works for otherwise-NT kids. If you have a neurodevelopmental disorder (like autism for example), your “cut off” date is a lot later. Also, your small-T traumas count too; You don’t have to have been seriously abused or anything to need to cope with life by developing a CDD. Kids brains are the ones in charge; ‘serious trauma’ is whatever your kid-brain fet it was. Just think about that.
(The “im trauma-endo because my trauma happened when i was 10” crowd are the ones i worry about the most, because you aren’t endo just because the trauma happened ‘late’, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you.)
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Sidebar, i do not have time to vet all those doc sources you sent me in addition to all this, but i will eventually rb with my findings. Thanks for understanding. I will concede that part to you as you did present something, and I can’t debunk you right now in good faith.
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You said something interesting here:
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You cannot be ableist about something that *you claim* is not a disorder. Ableism is discrimination or prejudice based on disability status. This is the point we keep having to hammer home for you.
And I’m sorry that it hurts your feelings when people point it out, but it’s necessary: If you’re talking about the pointing out of delusions, I have delusional episodes and I can personally assure you, I say it with concern for some of you. I genuinely think a good amount of you are covering up whatever trauma you endured, or are possibly suffering from a delusional disorder. It is not ableist to say so.
[Edit 2: If your claim is true (your heart symptoms get worse and you experience physical pain when told these things), that is **POTENTIALLY** indicative of a larger issue! If available, please see a doctor, and if not, watch your health and stay out of syscourse.]
We ((disordered) systems) get to decide what “real systems” are because, and say it with me: SYSTEM IS A DISABILITY TERM. We get to decide how it’s used, just like nonverbal autistics get to tell selective-mute autistics to get *their* own words. Words mean things. Get your own.
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Bottom line, be “plural” all you want, but I’m sorry to tell you that what 99% “endogenics” claim is non-disordered plurality, just isn’t, and it’s dangerous to spread the misinformation I just had to debunk in this post.
For all these reasons, i firmly believe that Endos and their community full of what OP described, and predatory people who want to keep it that way.
I don’t usually interact with people who claim to be endo, because I feel this way, but I know y’all have a right to your beliefs. You need to think about them though. And you need to not steal words from the disabled to express them. Thanks.
I hope you understand and take the time to read the whole post.
-Juniper
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what actually are endogenic systems?
• Endogenic is an umbrella term that refers to all systems that are not completely traumagenic in origin.
Why are some people claiming to be endo?
• people claiming to be endogenic systems may:
• be misdiagnosed, they may not have DID/OSDD and may have a different disorder.
• may not have researched. Which is not a excuse. You cannot claim to have any disorder without any level of research.
• they may be a traumatic system in denial of there trauma.
• singlets with fractitious disorders [Factitious disorders are conditions in which a person deliberately and consciously acts as if they have a physical or mental illness when they are not really sick.]
•singlets misidentifying normal experiences
• singlets who enjoy "being a system" finding it fun etc
Why can't endos exist?
• as previously stated. DID/OSDD is a TRAUMA RESPONSE DISORDER. you cannot have it without trauma literally.
• OSDD/DID occurs because of childhood trauma between the ages 4-9 (commonly). Because extreme trauma happens when the majority of your "personality" is formed by then. the trauma interferes with your personality development, causing the formation of other alters to help cope with that trauma / deal with the brunt of the trauma and survive day to day life.
• OCDD/DIDs can only be formed through trauma.
Why are endos so harmful?
• they spread very harmful misinformation. (Even the idea of being endogenic, forming without trauma)
they spread dangerous misinformation and stigma (demonising roles (persecutors for example)) impossible beliefs (alter death, sys hopping etc)There growing presence in general on many platforms
• endos trying to say that they have any experience to anything close to the serious trauma that causes DID/ OSDD is so so harmful to actual DID/ OSDD have had to live through and survive.
• WE ARE ALREADY STIGMATISED AND DEMONSIED IN ALL SORTS OF MEDIA AS IS.
• IT IS SO HARMFUL AND HURTFUL TO SYSTEMS WHO HAVE ACTUALLY SURVIVED AND BEEN THROUGH THE HORRORS AND TRAUMA THAT CAUSES DID/OSDD - OUR TRAUMAS ARE NOT BADGES FOR YOU TO WEAR.
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midnighthazee · 2 days ago
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Greenridge ABO Series
a/n: She's a long one Greenies, get a snack and get comfy... It's time.
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Chapter 23
Chan pulled up to the house and everyone got out of the car. You were last to climb out, having been squished in the far back of the oversized suv. It wasn’t a long drive from the police station but you were tired. You hadn’t slept much, too worried about how the day would go.
“Why are we back at the house?” you question.
“Because we need to grab some things.” Chan said as they walked up the front steps. The brick was chipped and wobbly in spots but mostly intact. You held onto Jisung as you walked, trying not to be clumsy and fall.
Inside, all the guys went downstairs in a rush. They moved with purpose down the stairs, jumping at the end since the bottom four stairs were missing. You were following them and stopped at the last step. Just as you were about to jump…
“Whoa, careful. Just stay there. We will only be a few minutes.” Minho said.
You pout. The house gave you the creeps these days so you were not trying to be alone right now. You were afraid the floor would give out underneath you or someone else would be lurking around. Or the house would collapse on them (like it had done in several nightmares you had had lately).
Jeongin, noticing your pout and picking up on your anxiety, climbed back up on the steps. “I’ll stay with her.”
Minho nodded before joining the others. You couldn’t see what they were doing despite leaning down to see.
“Come on, we can go back upstairs.” Jeongin says, resting a hand on your arm.
You hesitate but move your feet to follow him. You make it upstairs and he pulls you into a hug. Rubbing your back, he slowly rocks the two of you. It was a moment before either of you spoke.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Yeah…” you say into his chest.
He pulls back, looking at you with a disbelieving expression. “You sure?”
“The house just….” you shrug. “It makes me anxious.”
“Me too. It feels unstable… like the whole thing could just crumble any minute.” Jeongin looks around towards the roof. “Wanna wait outside?”
You nod eagerly and he smiles, leading you outside. The two of you sit in the grass next to the driveway. Leaning over, Jeongin kisses you. You smile and he kisses you again. You melt into the kiss, all your worries miraculously fading away. He pushes you down onto your back, hovering over you. He places his hips between your legs and you moan into his mouth. He chuckles, peppering your face with kisses. You giggle and he leans up.
“Feeling better?” 
Blushing, you pull him in for another kiss to answer his question.
He can’t help but grind his hips slightly, making you arch your back. The kiss was heated and passionate, the two of you lost in each other. You reached your hands up his shirt, caressing his skin. His hand slides down your side, smacking at your ass lightly.
You bite your lip, looking into his eyes.
“I didn’t think you would like it rough…” Jeongin nips at your neck.
“Something about the way you do it I guess…” you whisper with a smirk.
He kisses your neck, dangerously close to Minho’s mark. He feels the urge within him start to grow. There was a hard bulge in his pants pressing into your core and making you wetter by the minute. He wasn’t even in rut but he wanted to mark you. He wanted to make you his, as an alpha does - as Chan and Minho had. His teeth graze your skin and you moan, tilting your neck to give him better access.
It takes all his resolve to pull his lips from your neck, pecking your lips before hovering over you once more. God, he could take you right here, right now. If only you had the time…
“What’s wrong?” you ask, dazed from the scent of his arousal and the feeling of him between your legs.
“They will be coming out soon.” he pants.
“Right.” You say, remembering that you two weren’t alone. And that bigger things were happening right now.
The two of you sit up, Jeongin pulling a bit of grass from your hair. You move over to sit in his lap, leaning into his chest as you wait for the others to return. A few minutes later and the front door opens, the boys exiting. You stand, tensing as you see the weapons they held.
“You have guns?” How did you not know they had a whole arsenal somewhere in the basement?
“Yeah. We have a supply hidden away. Luckily it was untouched by the damage.” Chan answered, loading the bags of ammo into the trunk.
“Yeah. Could you imagine if the grenades had been hit?” Jisung muttered.
“The whole house would be ash.” Felix notes.
Your eyes went wide at the realization.
“Y/n? You okay?” Chan asks.
“I want one.” you blurt out, not entirely sure what came over you.
You hated guns, afraid to touch one. You had plenty of them held up to you, or aimed and shooting at you to want to handle one. So why do you find yourself wanting one to use against Reed?
“Babygirl…you don’t need one.” Chan says, caressing your cheek.
“If I’m to confront Reed, I need more than just my hands.” you argue.
That much was true. You hadn’t had enough training with Changbin to be a strong fighter - especially with an alpha.
“Hudson will be with you. And we won’t be far behind.” Chan kisses your head, going around the car. “Come on, we gotta get to the coffee shop.”
You pout as Changbin steps closer to you.
“Shhh” he says, secretly handing you two daggers. “Just in case.”
You smile and he winks. “Thank you.”
“Of course. I can’t have my girl defenseless.” Changbin pecks your temple before opening the car door for you.
You hid the daggers in your knee high boots and climbed in. The rest of the boys piled in as well and they headed to the rendezvous point.
The rendezvous point was two blocks down from the coffee shop you and Hudson were supposed to be meeting Reed at. Reed had texted early this morning, telling Hudson to meet him there. He told him to come alone and that he had people ready to kill should something happen to him. Hudson didn’t know who they were set to kill so he wasn’t going to take that chance. He did, however, figure your presence wouldn’t provoke him to act on his backup plan.
The police agreed to hang back, letting you go in with Hudson. Minho and Chan did insist that Changbin would be sent in with you as backup, should something pop off. He would sit away from you as a normal civilian but at least he was close.
You were sitting at a bistro table, sipping tea while Hudson sat on his phone and drank coffee. Changbin was two tables over, reading a self-help book as he subtly eyed their surroundings. 
Ten minutes. 
Then twenty minutes went by and Reed was still not here.
“He’s not gonna show. He knows-” Hudson spoke, exasperated.
“He will. Have patience.” You say.
Hudson leans back in his chair, sighing heavily.
“What are you even going to say to him when he shows up?”
“He just has to show up, then the cops get him. I don’t have to say anything.” Hudson whispers.
You glare.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” 
“Don’t let him take his phone.” one of the cops says into your earpiece.
“Leave your phone.” you say.
“Why?” he turns around, giving you a confused expression.
“So you’re not plotting behind our backs.” you cross your arms.
He rolls his eyes but places the phone on the table dramatically. He spins on his heel, walking off to the bathroom. You look around, sipping tea and scrolling on your own phone.
Two minutes pass.
The phone begins to buzz, vibrating on the table. You pop up, nearly spilling your cup on your shirt. You pick up the phone, seeing the caller ID. Reed.
“He’s calling…” you mumble so the cops on the other end of your wire hear you.
You swallow, hitting the answer button. You bring the phone to your ear, hesitating to speak.
“Hello, little sis.” Reed says.
Your eyes go wide, looking around in a panic. How did he know you were here?
“Calm down. I need you to do me a favor.”
“And why would I do anything for you?” You whisper, your words laced with hatred.
“Because your bodyguard is currently being transported to an undisclosed location.”
You whip your head around to where Changbin had been sitting. What? How? Where did he go?
“What do you want?” you ask through clenched teeth.
“That’s more like it..” you could hear the smirk on his face. “First…remove the wire you’re wearing. This conversation is just for us.”
You clench your jaw, looking around for anyone to help. Sighing, you place the phone down on the table and reach into your shirt to pull the cord out. You pulled all the pieces out, placing them in front of you.
“Y/n, what are you doing?!” Hudson asked, coming back to the table.
You shook your head, picking his phone back up.
“Good job. Now, tell Hudson that I will text him an address for him to take you two. If he disobeys me again, I’ll kill your precious soulmate. No cops. No other pack members - just you two.”
Tears welled in your eyes, fear coursing through you.
“Move now, before the cops reach you. There’s an old black mustang around the corner. Keys are in the center console.”
You look around trying to find him. Somehow he knew where Chan and the cops were hiding out. And by removing your earpiece, you knew they would come to your rescue. 
“Move.” he growls.
You stand quickly, hurrying Hudson with you. You go around the block before Hudson stops and demands to know what’s going on. Reed hangs up so you hand Hudson his phone.
“Find a black mustang and start driving north. Hurry” It’s all you tell him.
Hudson sighed, looking at the cars parked on the street. At the end of the block ahead was the car. He pointed and the two of you ran over to the car. Testing the doors, he finds them unlocked. He shakes his head as he gets in. You look around once more, coast clear, and climb in. Hudson drives the two of you towards the southbound freeway and, just before the freeway exit, he throws his phone out the window.
“Hey! How’s he going to text you the address of where we are to meet him?”
Hudson reaches into the glovebox and pulls out a disposable phone, handing it to you. You flip it open, reading the address texted by an unknown number. You put it in the navigation and he follows the GPS.
“Why didn’t he show up at the coffee shop?” Hudson asks you.
“He knew we involved the cops…and my pack. He took Changbin.” 
Hudson whips his head to you, studying you briefly before looking back to the road. Tears were pooling in your eyes as you watched the road but you blinked them away. You had to be strong right now…for your boys.
“How are the cops supposed to find us?”
“I still have my phone…he didn’t think of everything.” you smile.
Hudson smirked.
The drive took nearly an hour, the anxiety crippling. You were chewing your nails most of the drive, knowing the rest of your boys were probably so worried. You turned off your location for thirty minutes, slowing them down so Reed wouldn’t know they were following you. Your location was back on and you hoped they noticed. If they did, they should be on the way.
Hudson pulled up into a parking lot of a school. The parking lot was covered in cracks and weeds, the school looking forgotten. Half the windows were boarded and the doors had chains on them keeping them locked. A faded sign was missing a few letters but you could still tell what it was saying - Levanter Elementary School. Why did that sound familiar?
“Why here?” Hudson groaned.
“You’ve been here?”
“We all have. This was our first school.” Hudson says. “You don’t remember it?”
You think back to any memories you have of attending school, realizing you do. You see a specific day - sunny and warm as your parents dropped you off. Mom was pregnant at the time, due any day. You remember being so excited to have a sibling.
“Why would he send us here?” you question.
The burner phone chimed and Hudson read the text. 
“We have to head around back. There’s an open door back there.”
“I don’t like this. We should wait for the others.”
“We do and Changbin is dead. They aren’t supposed to come, remember?”
You groan. 
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and roll your shoulders back. Confidently you sit up, opening the car door. Hudson gets out too, leading you around the building. Sure enough, there was a door propped open. It was getting dark outside and you didn’t like that. You tried to recall everything Changbin taught you about self defense, hoping it wouldn’t come to that.
Hudson steps in first, looking around the darkened, abandoned school and heading to the right. Hudson tried the light switches, knowing it was a long shot - they didn’t turn on as suspected. You stay close behind, afraid someone is going to pop out. You creep down the hall, inching forward into the darkness. 
BANG!
You jump, spinning around. Behind you the door you entered was now shut. You groan, gripping onto Hudson’s arm. 
“Guess we aren’t leaving that way.” Hudson deadpans.
“Pretty sure that was the only way.” you mutter.
“Come on.”
Hudson keeps walking, leading the two of you into a rotunda with a few different hallways. There was a staircase behind you and beyond that was a cafeteria. The other way had a library and a front office.
“Which way?” you whisper.
“Hello?!” He calls out and you flinch.
Nothing.
“Anyone here?” he calls out once more.
Chime.
Hudson read the text then pointed towards the stairs. “Upstairs.”
The two of you go to the second floor, going around the corner to an office room. You enter and look around at the scattered papers. It was just lesson plans and permission slips. The door shuts behind you, making you jump. The hairs on the back of your neck stood tall as you heard someone breathing.
“Finally…we are all together again.” It was Reed.
You turn slowly, his face causing anger to build up inside you.
“Y/n, good to see you. I do hate that it’s under these circumstances, though.”
“It’s your own doing.” you retort.
He smirks.
Your fingers twitch for the daggers in your boots at that fucking smug face. You want to end this here and now.
“Well, I have a plane ready to take us out of the country. We leave tonight.” Reed says matter of factly.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” you state.
“Then why are you here?” he tilts his head, an amused smile on his face.
“To kill you.” 
He laughs. A deep, hearty belly laugh - as if you couldn’t possibly be serious.
You reach for a dagger and pull it from your boot. He sees you and stops laughing, but his face is still amused.
“Go ahead and try.” Reed says, opening his arms.
You grip tightly on your dagger, studying him for a weak spot. You were about to lunge when you hear police sirens outside. Wow they got here fast. Reed turned to focus on the sirens and you took this opportunity to go for the kill, aiming for his ribs. He catches you by the arm, twisting it backwards so you inevitably drop the dagger. Damn.
“I thought I told you to lose the cops.” he says, closing in on your face as he kicks the dagger away.
“We did. We didn’t tell them we were coming here.” Hudson says. “Please, let her go. We did everything you asked.”
You groan at the pain radiating from your arm. Any more twist on it and something would break.
“If you had, the police wouldn’t be here. Go get rid of them.” Reed glares at him.
You move your free hand to punch him but he just grabs your fist and shakes his head. You bring your knee up, meeting his crotch with a harsh blow. He groans, his hold on you lessening. You take this chance to snatch your hands free and reach for your other dagger. You move your arm up but he catches. Fuck, he’s fast. 
You push with all your might against his strength. The dagger slowly lowers, grazing his leg and drawing blood. This pisses him off and he moves quickly, knocking your hand with his knee. The dagger skitters across the floor away from you and he throws you towards the floor.
“Go.” Reed demands.
“If they don’t see her with me, they won’t believe me.” Hudson complains.
“Then tell them I took her away in a car. Go.” Reed growled.
When Hudson doesn’t move, Reed pulls a gun from his waistband, removing the safety, and aiming it at Hudson. 
Hudson gave you one last sympathetic look before rushing out the room.
“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” Reed questions.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say.
He squats down, grabbing you by the neck. “Lie to me again and I’ll kill you.”
Your head was pounding from hitting the floor as Reed released you. Standing, he grabs a walkie and speaks in a language you don’t understand. You worry what he could have told his people. What if they were told to kill the boys as they entered?
  He then stands and walks to the oversized desk. He types on the keyboard and soon the screens turn on, illuminating the dim, windowless room. You move to crawl towards the door but he turns, aiming the gun at you.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m not against shooting you.”
You shrink back into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest. He turns back around and you can make out some of the screens, noticing it was a live feed of the school you were currently in.
“Check this out.” He says with a smirk.
You stand reluctantly. As you watch, you see Hudson get whacked over the head and fall to the ground. You wince, fear coursing through you as you realize you’re now alone. He could steal you away, or worse and no one would know.
“There they are.” He points to a top screen, showing figures entering the building. 
You counted at least ten and hoped some of them were your boys. Well, maybe you shouldn’t hope that. It would be better if they weren’t here in case Reed decided to blow anything else up.
“Since they decided to show up, I guess I can just kill them now.” Reed smiles and cocks his gun, checking the chamber before moving across the room.
“Don’t you dare.” You say, reaching for him to stop him from leaving.
He whips around, knocking you in the head with the barrel of the gun. It knocks you back and you fall to the floor. He groans, rolling his shoulders and tilting his head to each side, cracking his neck. Then he leaves the room and heads downstairs.
You rush over, hearing a click as you reach the door. You pull on it and it doesn’t budge - it was locked. You look at the cameras, catching a few other metal doors sliding into place. Coming closer, you realize the school was going into some kind of lockdown mode. 
What kind of school has a lockdown mode this severe? You thought.
You bang on the door a few times before pulling out your phone. You hit the call button, attempting to call Chan. There’s a beep and you look at the screen: Call Failed. You sigh, sliding down the wall and sobbing.
“Hyunjin and Seungmin, head upstairs and see if you can find them. Jeongin and Jisung, you two hit the basement. Felix, Minho and I will take this level.” Chan whispers, moving forward down the hall. 
The police were ahead of them, making sure they were clear to move on. Each of the members had a weapon ready in hand as they creeped through the school. The evening sun was setting, making the school grow darker by the minute. The police gesture for them to stop, two of them bending down to check the pulse on the body in front of them.
“He’s alive.” they whisper, pulling him off into an alcove of the hall.
“That’s Hudson.” Hyunjin notices.
“Where the hell is y/n then?” Minho eyebrows furrow in frustration and worry.
The boys shake Hudson awake when suddenly shots are fired. They all hunch down, hiding behind a wall. The police take cover, exchanging bullets with Reed’s men. Minho shakes Hudson impatiently, urging him to wake up. Finally, he begins to stir, blinking up at them.
“What happened?” he groans.
“Where’s y/n?” Chan asks during a pause in gunfire.
“Upstairs. Security office.” Hudson rasps as he closes his eyes.
“I’ll go get her.” Seungmin offers.
“Where’s Changbin?” Chan asks.
“I don’t know. We were looking...” Hudson winces, bringing a hand to his head as he sits up. “But Reed found us first…”
“I’ll stay with this idiot. Make sure he doesn’t pull anything.” Minho rolls his eyes.
Chan nods. 
They break off in their pairings, continuing down the hall. The police had moved farther in, a few of them dead on the floor as the boys passed by. As the police continue down the halls, the boys pause behind a wall. With no one in sight, Seungmin heads for the stairs, followed by Jisung and Jeongin.
As they ran, shots started firing. Flinching, they hurried to the stairs as the remaining boys fired back. Jeongin and Jisung hurried down the stairs, drawing their weapons as they reached the bottom. Seungmin slowly went up the stairs, catching sight of the two men shooting over the balcony. Quickly, he draws his weapon, aiming and shooting. He manages to take them both down, then continues up the last few steps.
He proceeds further down the hall, searching for the security office as the boys below move forward. He comes to three hallways and goes with the middle one. Upon entering the hall, he notices a sign on the wall reading Security Office. He reaches for the door and pulls but it doesn’t open. He groans, punching the door. It was an industrial looking door and he knew it was probably part of the lockdown that partitioned some of the school.
He notices a keypad and wonders if there was a way to override it.
Where’s Jisung when I need him? He thought.
Looking back at the men bleeding out on the floor, he hurries over to them. He searches both their bodies, finding a keycard on the second one. It’s worth a shot so he snatches it off the body and rushes back over, swiping the keycard on the keypad. 
With a double beep, a light blinks green and the door opens. Seungmin smiles and opens the door cautiously. He draws his weapon immediately, only to holster it when he finds you on the floor. His heart drops.
“Y/n?” Seungmin says, coming into the room.
The door closes behind him.
Blinking to clear your vision, you sit up. “Minnie?”
“Hey baby. It’s me.” He says.
He pulls you up from the floor and hugs you tightly. You wince at the pain in your head and Seungmin looks it over, judging the severity. You were definitely concussed for one.
“Is everyone else here? How did you get in here?” you ask, looking around. How long have you been out?
“Everyone’s here. Let’s get out of here.” 
Seungmin then noticed the computer screens, walking over to take them all in.
“What?” you ask, standing next to him.
“Trying to find the best exit.” He studies the screens before pointing. “There. We can get out that way.”
“She’s mine. Not yours to take.” Reed interrupts, coming back into the room.
Spinning around, Seungmin reaches for his gun and lifts it. Reed is too quick and knocks it from his hand before he can shoot. Then Reed throws a few punches, landing one to Seungmin’s jaw and another to his ribs. Seungmin landed one to Reed’s face before he was knocked out by the butt of Reed’s glock.
“Seungmin!” you scream, hurrying over to where he fell.
Tears fell from your eyes as you caressed his face. Fury was coursing through you. How dare he do this…
You turn, standing quickly and punching him in the face. It hurt your hand more than it hurt him, his face unmoving as the pain shot through your hand. You clenched your jaw, breathing through the throbbing.
“Don’t piss me off.”
“Fuck you!” You spit at his shoes and he glares.
Pushing you aside, he moves towards the screens pressing a button and speaking into a microphone. 
“Oh Christopher,” he taunts Chan. 
You notice the other boys stopped walking and looked around. You could hear Reed’s voice echo from the intercoms in the halls as he spoke.
“I have three of your people now. I wonder if I’ll be able to collect them all before the night ends? What do you think?” Reed chuckles. “Or…if you want your precious omega back unharmed…meet me in the cafeteria.”
He turns back to you as you shake with anger and hatred.
“You so much as touch him and I swear by the gods I’ll-” you grit through clenched teeth.
“You’ll what?” He cuts you off. “Do you forget how small and fragile you are? I could snap you like a twig if I wanted to.” 
He was in your face, his hot breath felt on your forehead as you glared up at him.
“Exactly. Enjoy the show, sis. You have the front row.” He says, gesturing to the screens.
He turns on his heel and slips out the door. You rush over, hearing the same click as before. You groan, turning back to Seungmin. You go and sit beside him, placing his head in your lap. Looking up to the screens, you notice your pack has split up into groups, now divided by the lockdown. In one screen, you notice four men sneak up on two of your soulmates, beating them as a fight breaks out. You groan, running your fingers through your hair - you couldn’t bear to watch. How the hell were you going to get out of here?
You notice a broken wire hanging down from the table. Following it, you realize it was connected to the mic. How? When was it even severed?
Tears pooled in your eyes as you caressed Seungmin’s peaceful face, a few falling into his hair.
“Please wake up soon.” you whisper.
Chan and Felix were making their way down a hall and locating the cafeteria. When they finally find it, they hide out in a room across the hall. 
“Okay, what’s the plan?” Felix asks.
“We have to be smart. I know he’s baiting me.”
“You don’t think she’s in there?”
“No way. She’s probably where Hudson said she was. Or he’s moved her.”
“He already has three of our people.” Felix chews on his lower lip.
“I know. We need to locate them. But right now, we go to the cafeteria and confront him. Give him five minutes and then duck out. If I tell you to run, you run. No matter what. Understood?”
Felix nods, a pout to his lips.
They cross the hall, entering the cafeteria. At the other end, they see a man tied up to a chair, head hanging.
“Is that Binnie?” Felix whispers.
“I think so. Approach slowly.” Chan guides.
The two of them walk forward, slowly and cautiously between the tables. Their guns were drawn, scanning the open space for any movement. Once close enough, he finally lifts his head and looks to them. The boys exhale in relief seeing Changbin and move a bit faster as he groans impatiently through the fabric gag tied onto him.
Felix pulls it down as Chan cuts the ropes.
“You okay?” Felix asks.
Changbin nods. “Y/n?”
“She’s here somewhere. We haven’t found her.” Chan informs.
“He also has Seungmin who went to find her.” Felix adds.
Changbin stands, stretching his arms out and rubbing his wrists.
Behind them, a door creaks open. They all turn to see two shadows approaching from the far east corner. The sound of gunfire echoes in the room and they all drop down. Changbin and Chan flip one of the tables, hiding behind it. They grab their guns, Felix handing his extra to Changbin. 
They lean up, shooting towards the men who have also taken cover behind a table. Chan clenches his jaw. He knew you weren’t going to be in here, but he should have figured Reed would be too cowardice to show his face.
“We gotta get out of here.” Felix whispers.
“We won’t make it to the exit.” Changbin shakes his head.
Chan leans over and shoots more at the men. He manages a shot to the head and one of the men goes down. “Got one.”
Felix leans up, shooting at the man who runs across the cafeteria to hide behind a wall closer to them. He misses, ducking back down.
More shots ring out around them as the man shoots. 
“Ahh.” Felix’s eyes go wide as he clutches his shoulder.
Blood begins to seep through his shirt, dripping down his hand as his eyes go wide. Another spot in his shirt forms at his waist. He looks up at them and Changbin drags him back by his legs so he is away from the edge of the table.
The shooter had better access from his new angle and Felix had been in his line of fire. Chan stands up, shooting towards the wall with a vengeance. He hears a grunt and sees the man fall forward. He shoots a few more shots, blood pouring from the shooter’s body.
“He’s down.” Chan announces. “We’re clear.”
Changbin is applying pressure to Felix’s wounds as he leans against the table. 
“Two shots. I don’t see exit wounds.” Changbin clenches his jaw.
Felix pants, wincing. “I th-think…the b-bullets are s-silver…” Felix manages, squinting his eyes. 
“You sure?”
“Feels…like it.” Felix grimaces.
Changbin and Chan exchange glances.
“We need to get them out.” Chan says. 
“We n-need to find th-the others. W-we don’t have t-time.” Felix manages to argue.
More gunfire rings out and they duck behind the table. A stray bullet manages to penetrate the table, flying through it and going into Changbin’s side. He grunts in pain, catching himself from falling over. He grabs his side, looking down.
“Dammit. This table isn’t going to last much longer.” Chan says, leaning up to shoot at the shooter.
As the shooter ducks behind a table, Chan notices Hyunjin coming into the cafeteria. He draws his gun and shoots at the unsuspecting man. 
“He’s down.” Hyunjin calls out.
“Thanks. Get over here.” Chan says.
Hyunjin comes over, gasping at the two bleeding out. “What the hell?”
“Silver bullets. We need to get them out.”
“What happened to you?” Changbin asks Hyunjin.
Hyunjin had a busted lip and the makings of a black eye, his knuckles also roughed up.
“Little boxing match. What about you?” he said nonchalantly.
“Just took a bullet.” Changbin shrugged, wincing.
“Go find y/n.” Felix insists.
“These tables aren’t going to block.” Chan said, ignoring Felix. “We need to move them somewhere safer to remove the bullets.”
“I’m alright. I can go find y/n.” Changbin says, standing and grabbing at his side.
The blood dripping across his fingers did not go unnoticed.
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to send you looking for her.” Chan says.
“Come here.” Hyunjin wraps one of Changbin’s arms around his shoulders, taking some of his weight so they can move. 
Chan scoops Felix up even though he was trying to stand. They hurry out of the cafeteria, Hyunjin’s gun drawn. He aims it straight ahead as he walks, eyeing the hallways for any of Reed’s men. They make their way through the hallway and find an empty classroom. They bring the boys in there, Chan laying Felix on a table.
Felix moves to sit up, but Chan lowers him.
“You need to get these out.” Chan insists. “Hyunjin, tend to them. I’m going to go find this son of a bitch.”
“On your own?” Hyunjin questions. 
“I need you to help them. I’ll handle Reed.” 
With that, Chan leaves the classroom and Hyunjin barricades the door. Changbin insists Hyunjin tended to Felix first, attempting to help remove the bullets despite his condition.
In the basement, Jeongin and Jisung had gone through all the rooms and found it to be empty. There was no one even down here.
“Welp, no one is tied up down here.” Jisung announces obviously.
“No and it gives me the creeps. Can we go back up now?” Jeongin pleads.
“I guess. Let’s go join all the commotion.” Jisung says with a sigh.
They ascended the stairs, weapons drawn and moving with caution. So far, the coast was clear. Moving past the opening of the cafeteria, Jeongin grabs Jisung’s arm.
“What?” he whispers.
“There’s two bodies in here.”
Jisung swallows, praying they aren’t any of the boys. 
They walk in, Jisung checking one while Jeongin checks the other.
“We’re good.” Jisung calls from one body.
Jeongin relaxes his shoulders and shakes his head, confirming the second body was also not one of their mates. They leave the cafeteria and walk down the hallway. It was quiet but they heard chatter and groaning coming from one of the rooms. They look at each other, listening in on the conversation.
“Is that Changbin?” Jeongin whisper-yells. 
Jisung goes to the door and tries to open it. He knocks, making the boys inside jump.
“It’s Jisung,” he calls out.
Jisung listened and heard the grunt and scrapes of furniture moving. Then the door opened a crack before Hyunjin pulled it all the way. Jisung noticed the blood on his gloved hands as he entered.
“Oh my god….what happened?” he asked, only to see Felix lying on the table.
Changbin was hunched over him, his skin pale and covered in sweat.
“Silver bullets. We are trying to remove them.” Hyunjin says, hurrying back over to Felix.
Felix’s eyes were starting to glaze over, his skin pale as well.
“Hold him down, he’s squirming too much and I can’t get a grip.” Hyunjin said.
Jeongin moved over to hold Felix down. 
“I’ll help Changbin.” Jisung said, grabbing the box of gloves Hyunjin had found in a closet and putting them on.
Hyunjin stuck his fingers back into Felix’s wound, reaching for the bullet. Felix whined, squirming in pain. Jeongin held him still as best he could, Hyunjin apologizing as he finally grabbed onto the bullet.
Changbin laid down on the table, breathing heavily. Jisung attempted to reach into the wound and extract the bullet, but Changbin groaned loudly and squirmed. Jisung winced, not wanting to hurt him further. Sighing, he climbed onto the table, laying on Changbin in efforts to keep him still. He placed his hands inside once more, feeling for the bullet.
After hearing the taunt from Reed on the intercom, Minho snatched Hudson up.
“Dammit. Take me to the Security office.” 
“If he’s on the intercom, he’s in the office.” Hudson said.
“Perfect. I can kill him.” Minho pushes him forward. “Move.”
They began walking down the hall, Minho’s gun drawn as he used Hudson for a shield. They make it to the end of the hall and Minho looks around the corner in both directions as he holds Hudson close. The coast was clear so Minho pushed him on.
“I didn’t mean for your house to blow up.” Hudson whispers.
“Shut it.” Minho growls.
“I knew he had something planned…I just didn’t know it would have been that bad. I should have said something.” Hudson continued as they began walking upstairs.
“Well like that night, keep your mouth shut.” Minho grits through his teeth.
“I just want me and y/n to be a family. I never wanted her to get hurt.”
At the landing halfway up the staircase, Minho snatches Hudson around and puts his gun to the beta’s head.
“Do you think I honestly give a damn what you want? You crossed us and put her in harm’s way.” Minho’s voice is laced with venom. “It’s taking everything in me not to put a bullet through your skull.”
He pushes the gun harder to Hudson’s hair, making him whimper.
“Show me where the office is.” Minho demands, turning Hudson back around.
Hudson moved forward without another word. They walked across the balcony area, stepping over the two dead bodies and going to the middle hallway. Hudson gestured to the door on the right and Minho pushed him aside. He pulled on the door but it didn’t open.
“How do I open it?”
“I don’t know. I’m not part of his inside crew anymore.” Hudson shrugged.
Minho huffed, looking around. He saw a fire extinguisher on the wall and went over to it. He broke open the glass and pulled it out, gunfire echoing in the distance. He came over and knocked the keypad off the wall, wires crackling as the electricity still flowed.
He pulled on the door and it groaned. 
“Get over here and help me.” Minho demanded.
The two of them pulled, the door starting to give way. Some security this door truly was…
After several minutes of pulling on the door, it finally gives and swings open. You nearly fall forward, having been pushing from your end.
“Y/n? You okay?” Minho said, rushing over and pulling you into a hug. “Oh, Kitten.”
Your body ached a bit and your head was still pounding but you nod. “Seungmin was knocked out with his gun.”
You step to the side and Minho comes in. 
“Where’s Reed?”
“He left a few minutes ago. Right after his announcement.” you say.
Minho notices the screens and looks to see a shootout going on in the cafeteria - that explains the gunfire. He also catches the two in the basement, but no sign of Reed. 
Where the hell is that bastard? Minho thought.
“There!” you say, pointing to a camera of what looks like an auditorium. There was a stage and foldable chairs in the room, Reed pacing the stage.
“Great. We find the others and go there.” Minho lifts Seungmin up and carries him out.
The four of you descend the stairs, checking each way before heading down the main hallway, past the cafeteria and to the end. As they approach the intersection of two more hallways and an exit door, they hear footsteps. They slow down, Minho places Seungmin on the floor and draws his gun. He holds it out and peeks around the corner. His shoulders drop and he releases the breath he was holding.
“Don’t shoot.” he says, stepping around the corner.
Chan flinches but lowers his gun. “Don’t scare me like that.”
“Sorry.” 
“This place gives me the creeps.” Chan complained.
You came around the corner fast, jumping into Chan’s arms.
“Babygirl…fuck I was so worried.” Chan squeezed you tightly, breathing in your scent.
“I’m okay.” You say, caressing his face.
He gives you a quick peck before releasing his hold.
“Reed is in the auditorium. I think it’s out those doors. We need to get the others.” Minho informed.
“How’d you find him?”
“Security office had cameras.”
Chan nods. “Hyunjin’s in the room with Changbin and Felix…the two of them are shot.” 
“What?!” you exclaim.
“Silver bullets.” Chan’s jaw clenches.
“Where?” Minho asks.
“In a classroom back down that hall.” Chan points to the hall behind them.
“I swear I’m gonna kill him.” Minho seethes, walking ahead to the exit door.
“Minho…” you say but he’s not hearing it.
He pushes the door but it clanks with the chain around the handles, locking them in. Minho doesn’t let it stop him. He elbows the glass window on the top half of the door and it shatters. Then he removes his jacket and removes all the glass edges before placing it on the bottom part of the window and climbing through.
“Minho, wait!” you call after him.
He doesn’t stop, so you race after him.
“Y/N!” Chan calls after you, grabbing your arm.
“He’s going to get himself killed. Hurry go get the others.” You say, pulling your arm free and hurrying over to the door. 
You climb through the window gracefully, landing with a somersault. Chan groans, picking up Seungmin and running down the hall to see if Hyunjin is finished. To his pleasant surprise, he finds the bullets removed and Jisung and Jeongin. Seungmin finally wakes when Jisung splashes water on his face.
Hudson watched Chan run back down the hall, but turned back to see you running after Minho. You were going to need his help more so he followed after you, clumsily making it through the window with a scratch.
Inside the auditorium, Reed was still pacing on the stage. There were some tables behind him, one with a black duffle bag on it while the others had dusty boxes and props. Minho found his way backstage and quietly snuck forward, only revealing himself at the last minute.
“You fucking bastard.” Minho growls, coming from behind the curtain.
He shot at him twice, Reed dodging the bullets and only coming out with a graze on his arm. Minho was out with no more magazines to reload. He threw his gun to the side and marched up to Reed. He landed a punch to Reed’s face, making him stumble. Minho kept coming at him, punching him. Reed punched back, the two of them knocking each other down and rolling around on the stage in a fight for dominance.
You come bursting into the audience section, seeing them on the stage.
“Stop! Minho!” you cry out but he doesn’t hear you.
You run down the aisle, hopping up the three feet onto the stage and coming over. You grab onto Minho’s arm, trying to pull him off while dodging the blows he was giving Reed. Reed managed to flip him over and was throwing punches, only landing a fraction of them. 
You push at him with everything in you and you manage to make him stumble. Minho takes advantage, kicking him off and scrambling to his own feet. You just need to stall long enough for the others to show up. 
“Minho, stop!” you say, pulling at his arm.
He doesn’t even acknowledge you, eyes glaring red.
You move to step between them, arms outstretched, a palm on Minho’s chest. Reed stood, wiping the blood from his mouth and eyebrow. Minho spit some blood to the side, murder in his eyes.
“Minho, stop.” you say, looking at him.
He meets your eyes briefly before the sound of a door closing in the audience makes you all look. Before you could realize who it was, Reed snatched you by arm and pulled you into his chest. You grunt and Minho takes a step toward you, stopping when the barrel of a revolver hits your temple.
You shake, eyes closing as you breathe rapidly.
“Make another move and I’ll splatter her brain all over this stage.”
“You won’t.” Minho states.
“No? I have three bullets out of eight slots so her chances aren’t very high.”
Minho clenches his teeth.
Click.
You gasp, body tensing. A blank. It was blank. Wait…he actually pulled the trigger on you. You exhale with a shaky breath, sweat beading on your forehead.
“Or maybe I should just shoot you and escape while I can.” Reed says, aiming the gun at Minho.
“No!” you rasp.
“Shut up, bitch.” he jerks your body, pressing the barrel back to your head.
You squeeze your eyes shut again and he aims at Minho. “Think you will get as lucky as she does?”
Minho doesn’t move, staring him down.
Bang.
You gasp, the sound of the shot ringing in your ears as you shake. 
It wasn’t a blank. He shot at Minho and it wasn’t a blank. Your mind races in panic.
You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes - You couldn’t see him shot. Your heart ached in your chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Reed sighed. “Hudson, Hudson, Hudson…I should have left you to that fragile little couple and let you live your days as a goat farmer. Think of all the pennies you could have made.”
Confused, you will yourself to open your eyes. Minho and Hudson were on the floor, no blood in sight. You pant, realizing Hudson must have knocked him out of the way. 
“Better than being your brother.” Hudson said, standing. 
“Think you can beat the odds twice?” Reed aims his gun at Hudson.
Minho stands, dusting himself off.
“Let her go.” It was Chan.
You turn to see everyone coming into the auditorium. Changbin and Felix were walking slowly, Felix being supported by Jisung.
“You won’t make it out of this alive. All your men are dead.” Chan continued.
Reed places the gun to your head. “Take another step and we can test her odds again.”
They all stop. Changbin keeps his arm raised, aiming at Reed.
“You shoot her, I shoot you.” Changbin states, standing as firmly as he can. 
“You don’t look so good, maybe you should lay down.” Reed says.
“I’m well enough to kill you.” 
Hudson steps forward, Reed aiming the gun at him. 
“I don’t have a clear shot.” Changbin whispers to Chan.
“Shoot me.” Chan says to Reed.
“No!” you squirm.
“Shut up.” Reed presses the gun to your head.
“I know you want to. Or we can settle this like alphas.” Chan offered.
“No. I’m good.” Reed smiled.
With the gun aimed at Chan, Reed pulled the trigger.
Click.
Changbin shoots in retaliation, the bullet whooshing past Reed’s ear.
Reed laughs. “I’m enjoying this little game.”
The barrel of the gun is back at your temple and you shake, sweat and tears dripping down your face. 
“Reed, don’t.” Hudson pleaded.
Reed looked at Hudson, squinting his eyes.
Click.
You gasp, trembling in his hold.
Chan’s mouth parted as he sucked in air. The tease was too much and they needed an advantage…fast. He was too trigger happy for their sanity and they needed to separate the two of you.
“Reed..let her go and I’ll let you walk out of here. All the cops we came with were killed by your men. You can still escape.”
“You think I’m going to go through all this and not take my sister with me?”
“It’s your best option. Escape or death.”
“You let us walk out of here, and I’ll let you all have regular phone calls to keep in touch.”
“No deal.” Chan purses his lips.
“I tried.” Reed says, aiming the gun at Chan once more.
Bang, Bang.
You gasp, squirming in his grip as Chan stumbles backwards. Chan falls to the floor, blood pooling around him.
“No!” you say, bucking and thrashing in his hold.
“Let’s go.” he whispers in your ear, guiding you backwards while everyone focuses on Chan.
Jeongin notices and draws his weapon, aiming for Reed. Reed tosses his gun aside and shields himself behind you. He was bigger than you but no kill shot could be made with you in front of him without risking you getting hit. But Reed underestimated the maknae.
Jeongin kept a steady arm, eyeing Reed carefully.
“Don’t hit your precious soulmate.” Reed taunts.
Bang.
You yelp, jumping. 
The hold around you loosened as Reed stumbled backwards. He looks stunned, his shoulder aching. You scramble from his hold, turning to see him look down at his hand. His shoulder was hit - mere millimeters from where your own was.
“Cobalt bullet. We learned a few things thanks to your mismanagement.” Jeongin said, climbing onto the stage.
He handed you the gun. “Wanna do the honors?”
“That’s not me.” you shake your head. 
Now that the opportunity was there for you to take, you weren’t going to become that person, no matter what you had been through. Killing was not your thing - you had been close to it enough for a lifetime.
Hudson steps forward. “May I?”
“That was my only cobalt. The rest are silver.” Jeongin says, offering him the gun.
Hudson moves closer to Reed, kicking him to knock him over. You walk over to check on Chan, not wanting to witness this.
“This is for our parents and Aiden.” you hear Hudson say before pulling the trigger.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Reed’s body goes lax, expelling his last breath as his head falls to the side and blood drips from the hole between his eyes.
Felix is applying pressure to Chan’s wound when you come over. 
“Is he okay?” you ask.
“Bullets were through and through. He just needs some antibodies to fight the silver. He’ll be fine.” Felix informed. “Doctor Quinn is on her way.”
“What about you?” you look between Felix and Changbin.
“I’ll need more antibodies, but I should be fine. Changbin too.” Felix smiles.
You kiss his cheek, leaning over and kissing Chan as well.
Sirens rang out in the distance and you knew the police backup was finally arriving. They would clean up the bodies and close the case finally. Doctor Quinn would fix everyone up, and you all could go home. No more running and hiding. And certainly no more murderous alphas trying to keep you from your pack.
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DK is THAT type of boyfriend !
This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.
Dokyeom's energy is unmatched. He’s the kind of boyfriend who will call you at 7 AM just to scream, “GOOD MORNING, MY LOVE!” and you can’t even be mad because he’s so adorable about it.
He’s all about hugs, kisses, and holding hands. Expect him to randomly yell, “C’mere, I need a cuddle!” and when he wraps you up in his arms, you’re never escaping.
DK is the type to show up with a bouquet of flowers just because or write you sweet little notes that say things like, “You’re my favorite person in the universe.” HELP, HE’S TOO MUCH-
Unintentionally Flirty™, Kyeom will look at you with those big, sparkling eyes and say, “You’re so pretty, it’s unfair,” and then act like it’s no big deal. Meanwhile, you’re sitting there trying not to combust.
If someone flirts with you, DK will dramatically fake cry like, I thought I was your one and only! But deep down, he’s making mental notes to step up his game.
He loves planning little surprises, like your favorite dessert waiting at home or impromptu dates. His face lights up when he sees you happy, and he’ll be like, “I did good, right? RIGHT??”
DK’s love language is serenading you—whether it’s a full-blown ballad or a goofy made-up song about how much he loves your laugh. Sometimes, it’s so heartfelt you tear up, and he’s just like, “Oh, was it that good?!”
You could be wearing sweatpants and a messy bun, and DK will still gasp and tell you how he pulled someone THIS gorgeous? He’s your #1 fan, and he makes sure you know it.
DK is THAT boyfriend who will trip over nothing and then laugh it off like he just wanted to see you smile. His goofy ass antics never fail to brighten your day.
My man is so full of love, but sometimes he worries he’s not doing enough:(
He will LITERALLY rearrange his schedule just to have a lazy day with you. His favorite position? You on his chest, while he strokes your hair and hums softly.
He’ll go all out for special occasions—think giant balloons, handwritten letters, and a whole playlist of songs that remind him of you. He’s dramatic, but you (we) love it.
Dokyeom is so wholesome but lowkey BOLD. He has a way of turning wholesome moments into flirty ones.
His face is an open book. If he’s happy, he’s grinning like a fool. If he’s sad, he’ll pout until you comfort him. If he’s in love (spoiler: he is), his eyes shine every time he looks at you.
Beneath all the sunshine, he has a thoughtful, introspective side. He loves having late-night talks about life, dreams, and what makes you truly happy. Those moments feel like magic.
His mission in life is to see you smile. From silly jokes to ridiculous impressions, DK will do anything to brighten your day. And when you tell him how much you appreciate him? He’ll laugh nervously and go, “Stop, I’m gonna cry!” but no seriously I am gonna cry—
If he messes up, he’s the type to over-apologize with a sad puppy face, a long heartfelt speech, and a ridiculous number of kisses until you forgive him.
DK doesn’t hold back—he wants the whole world to know how much he loves you. And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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unluckilyimnot · 2 days ago
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Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.
Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.
Bonten with a soft gf!
Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi
fluff / no tw / wc: 900+
Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.
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Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.
Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.
Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.
"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.
Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.
Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.
Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.
You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.
Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.
But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.
Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.
To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.
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Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.
Let me know if you liked it !
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howtodrawyourdragon · 2 days ago
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Does Berk think Hiccup is frivolous in Httyd 1? Maybe a little bit aloof?
Stoick tells him to stop joking around in the opening scene of the movie, after the dagons have left. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" He tells him. And he tells him that after his rant about how he has things to worry about, like making sure the village doesn't starve in the coming winter, Hiccup answers to with a sassy "the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?" Which really only manages to make Stoick even more mad.
After their first lesson in dragon training, Gobber asks the class "where did Hiccup go wrong?" and Astrid's response is "he's never where he should be." I think she means it literally. Why is Hiccup, of all people, in dragon training? Ruffnut and Tuffnut make sense. Snotlout makes sense. Even Fishlegs makes sense. (especially since Fishlegs has already shown effort by memorizing the Book of Dragons, effort Astrid clearly approves of given her shock at the twins and Snotlout disregarding Gobber's order to read the book.)
But Hiccup? Hiccup McSassyPants? Who gets told that his village could starve in the winter and answers with "well maybe they should eat less"? Who steps outside during a raid and actually causes more damage than the dragons pretending he's capturing a Night Fury? What is he doing in dragon training? That class literally ended with Hiccup almost losing his life to a Gronckle.
This is further backed up when after she has to protect both herself and Hiccup from a Deadly Nadder, which happened because Hiccup wasn't paying attention the whole time, getting them both in trouble. (Which is because he's fixating on figuring out a certain Night Fury, but they don't know that. To them, it just looks like he's annoying Gobber with meaningless questions. Why are you asking about the Night Fury? The one dragon who's single instruction is "hide and pray it doesn't find you"?) She explicitly asks him "Is this some kind of a joke to you?"
Followed up by "Our parent's war is about to become ours. Figure out which side you're on."
Once again someone questions Hiccup about how serious he takes things. But it's more than that, she's trying to give him a wake up call! Wake up, Hiccup, our parents are actually fighting a genuine war here and someday it'll be your turn! Stop making everything a joke before you get yourself or someone else killed!
Astrid actually isn't as much against Hiccup at this point as people often believe. There are actually a few points in which she eithers feels sorry for him or tries to help him in her own Astrid-y way. (And if the deleted scene hadn't been deleted, there would've been an almost friendly conversation had between the two before dragon training even starts)
Let's also not forget Hiccup's and Stoick's talk before dragon training even starts. When Stoick shows some actual vulnerability by laying his son's life in his son's and Gobber's hands when he decides to give in and let Hiccup go to dragon training while he's off on a voyage.
Hiccup tells his father "I don't wanna fight dragons!" in a tone that is rather pleading. To which is father chuckles and says to him "come on, yes you do!"
Remember in the opening, Hiccup practically makes the claim that he lives and breathes to kill dragon, it's "who he is." And now he suddenly claims he doesn't want to fight dragons at all? Can't fight them?
Stoick keeps his tone light, telling his son that he will fight dragons, don't you worry about that, Hiccup. With Hiccup doubling down that he's very extra-sure that he can't fight dragons, which makes Stoick double down in return, his levity disappearing.
"Can you not hear me?" Hiccup asks, desperate to be heard.
"This is serious, son!" Says Stoick. Which makes this three times that Hiccup is explicitly told to take something serious. (And you can just see the disbelieve or realization in Hiccup's eyes as he's once again not being listened to.)
(Followed by Stoick telling him to act like everyone else and to stop being Hiccup, which gets him, you guessed it, a sarcastic remark from Hiccup.)
We know that Hiccup changed his mind about participating in dragon training because he found out he couldn't kill Toothless. (or rather, he can't kill the scared and the defenseless, as the Red Death would later show) But Stoick doesn't know that. Berk actually seems to know very little about Hiccup and that's why they think that he's joking around at all times.
I'm willing to bet that the "disasters" he causes "every time he steps outside" aren't much of a help either. (and I wonder how many of these are actually Hiccup's fault or if Hiccup happened to be involved, so the blame is just automatically put on him.)
And this isn't a post to bash Hiccup. I love him to death, I love his sass as much as any other fan. And I am very much of the opinion that Hiccup's sass is a defense mechanism.
His feelings get hurt, so he tries to hurt someone else's back. Like when he probably feels guilty about his father worrying about the village getting through the winter, so he makes that comment about how the village could eat less to offset that guilt. (Which again, only makes Stoick angrier.) And I think the proof is in the rest of the franchise.
Hiccup sasses the most when he's 15-16, a.k.a from Httyd 1 to DoB. But by the time we see him again in RttE (chronologically) he sasses a little less and in a friendlier and more playful context, but he has also matured to deal with his negative feelings differently. RttE is, chronologically, when Stoick actually begins to consider if his son is ready to be chief. He can see how much Hiccup has matured, especially when there's such physicaly distance between them. It's the equivalent of not seeing someone over summer break or watching someone go traveling and see how much they've changed when you reunite with them.
(also, he can knock Snotlout unconscious with a single punch, I bet that helps as well.)
But it is the way Hiccup chooses to defend himself, giving sassy comments (think "Thanks, I was trying!" to Snotlout's comment about the mess he made) to either painful comments about him or actual serious statements like the ones Stoick makes that still gets him in the feels that make him seem so shallow and unserious in the eyes of Berk.
Then there is his apparent history of crying wolf. When he actually does manage to shoot down a Night Fury, his father doesn't believe him and Hiccup explicitly says "this isn't like the last few times, I mean I really actually hit it! It went down!"
When you combine all of this, you get a teenager who doesn't appear to take anybody serious, including the lives of himself and others. Terrible traits to have as a person, let alone when you're the chief's son.
Somehow, a narrative of frivolity and aloofness was build around Hiccup that he just could not escape no matter how much he tried to crawl out of it. At some point, Berk put him in a box, marked it "jokester" and Hiccup's efforts to get out of that box only grew and grew. When his efforts failed, whenever he sassed back, Berk just pushed him even deeper into that box. Not looking further into what Hiccup actually needed or was trying to say.
Do I think Berk was right? Not at all, because this is all surface-level, things Hiccup legitimately says and does to protect himself and nobody realizes this.
Toothless doesn't speak a single word to him during the Forbidden Friendship scene, yet he can get across exactly what he expects from Hiccup (mainly "keep your distance, I don't trust you enough") without being mean about it. He doesn't snap, he doesn't bare his teeth. He just gives him faces that Hiccup understands. Only growling or hissing when Hiccup passes a boundary Toothless very clearly isn't comfortable with. (or, let's say, when his feelings are hurt, like when Hiccup steps on toothless' first drawing.)
And it's because he's not mean about it that he actually makes more progress with Hiccup in half a day than Berk does his entire 15 years.
And that's sad. That's what this post is about. About how sad it is that Berk takes Hiccup at a very shallow level and decides that must be his entire self as a person.
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yourloyalwatchdog · 3 days ago
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CW: hypnotic induction.
enforcing some safety stuff and just messing around with a little induction i wanted to try out for world hypno day (it's still 10:30 my time leave me alone)
i hope you like it :3
when i read these words, are they coming from the voice in my head?
focus on the words. try and think the words. as though the words are my thoughts. it quickly becomes too difficult to consciously think so many things at once, so just while i read, i can let all other thoughts cease, and
focus.
my head may not be totally empty, but that's okay. it's natural for the mind to be constantly running, right? as long as i bring myself back when i find my thoughts wandering away from this post, it's fine.
i'm not totally sure where this is going, but i read on anyway. i can't help but want to know what's next. how could this post hypnotize me? or will it at all? are these just words? or are they my thoughts?
oh no, i distracted myself. that's alright, i can just bring my focus back to the words and it will be fine.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking the words.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking the words.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking the words.
focusing on each and every word just the same as any other, because even the mundane may be vital for me to read and understand. i might need to catalogue them for later.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking the words.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking the words.
thinking becomes harder and harder about the words and only the words. i think it's getting easier now. i can think less about everything else and just think the words for a couple of minutes. it will all come back to me later.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking the words.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking the words.
these are my thoughts. these are my words. i read them from the screen, but they are my own thoughts and ideas. and what else do i really need, but to trust these thoughts, because they're my own?
besides, it feels good to think less, and
focus
on this one train of thought.
i'm reading the words. i'm thinking less.
i'm thinking the words. i'm thinking less.
i'm feeling the words. i'm thinking less.
i'm obeying the words. i'm thinking less.
these words are the only thoughts i need in my mind.
thinking less feels good.
i feel good when i don't think.
intense ripples of bliss and deep relaxation flow through my body every time i don't think.
this feels good.
good.
what is left of me now, but my drifting thoughts that i read on the screen? not much, it seems.
i'll close my eyes in a moment and stop reading, and when i do, i will realize just how empty my mind is without these thoughts to guide me. it may be a relaxing feeling i wish to sink deeper into, but i will open my eyes and continue reading once i've realized how i need these words to think for me right now.
closing them now...
good job.
it's pretty empty in that brain of yours, huh?
that's funny. i don't remember telling you to do, or not do, anything. you must have hypnotized yourself.
that makes you such a good plaything.
well, i guess now that you're here, i'll help you go all the way down deeper, because you'd like that, wouldn't you?
hmm. that's what i thought.
so DROP for me, pet.
DROP into that deep, blissful place in your mind where nothing else exists but this moment right now.
let your worries go. everything will be just fine if you shut it off for a bit. the world will be just the same when you return.
just DROP and focus on nothing but you and me here, right now. it's just us. just your blank, heavy mind, and my words that soothe all the parts of you that might worry. you're safe with me. i promise i would never do anything to hurt you.
and when you're with me, you will be protected. you don't need to be able to think for your mind to protect you from any suggestions you may not feel comfortable following. your subconscious knows where your limits are, and if ever it, or you, realize that this isn't what you want, you can easily wake up, refreshed and completely aware of everything that's happened while you were in trance.
very good. this is important stuff. i want you to be safe and comfortable when you're with me like this. your mind can be quite a hefty responsibility, can't it?
so just DROP deeper and give it to me. you can just feel good and let go.
i'm honored that you're trusting me with this essential part of you. your mind practically makes you who you are, doesn't it? i could toy with it however i wanted, mold it into a form better suited to my desires, and you may never even know. i could make you bark, moan, and DROP to your knees with a simple flick of my wrist, and all you could do was obey like a good plaything.
but none of that today.
i know, i know, it probably sounds tempting, doesn't it? me describing it for you probably makes you crave it, doesn't it? oh, you poor thing. so susceptible to my words that all i need to do is tell you what i could be doing. or have i already done it?
well, who's to say? it doesn't matter anyway. you'd give in either way.
now that you've gotten to enjoy this trance for a few minutes, i suppose i should probably wake you up now. let you get back to whatever you were doing, or whatever you need to do.
so i'm going to count you up from 1 to 10, and each number will help you feel a little bit more awake, a little bit more aware, and you'll wake feeling good, and perhaps just a little more empty headed than you were before.
but you hypnotized yourself, remember? that's not my fault.
1,
starting to wake now.
2,
coming up, up, just a bit.
3,
a little bit more now
4,
feeling more aware of your body.
5,
becoming more aware of your surroundings.
6,
re-acquainting yourself with the waking world.
7,
letting your head become clearer, and less fuzzy.
8,
just ever so slightly dazed now.
9,
almost fully awake.
and
10,
wake up now.
there you go. take a little stretch if you need to, drink some water, and i hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night. if you wanted to let me know how this felt, i'd love to hear some feedback so i can keep getting better at this, but that's entirely up to you.
you did a very good job :)
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kitts-mechanix · 3 days ago
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Ahhh thank you! Yes the four of them are a team (though she somewhat cares for Soundwave/Shockwave but if she has to throw them under the bus to keep her squad safe, she will). And that's one of the ways she gets Starscream to side with her, because of their common enemy. But yeah, at one point Megatron gets so unhinged that Thunder, Sky and Soundwave + Casseticons end up leaving and joining the Autobots--but only to stop Megatron. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend".
I do too, Starscream especially would be like "of course I'm not doing this for you or anything, it's not that I care-" or Arcane is like "I'm only doing this because you're more valuable alive than dead."
There really need to be awkward moments where Mirage and Arcane are fighting each other. Both of them being like "I can't believe I dated the other". Cliffjumper is suspicious that Mirage still likes Arcane and he's like "she just tried to kill me of course I don't have feelings for her anymore". Starscream worried that Arcane might still have feelings for Mirage and she's like "well I couldn't stand that pompous anyway, I dated him for his energon and status". (In truth they did like each other. But Arcane had stronger feelings for Star and thus ended her relationship with Mirage, but by that point the two were drifting apart anyway).
Oh YES he would be furious. He got mad at his own girlfriend and thought she was a traitor when it was Megatron who set the whole thing up and hurt the one he loved. Because he knows Star doesn't like traitors, and if he could convince him that his own loved one betrayed him....
Yes, Soundwave is arguably the most loyal. But yeah, in my verse....what's sad is that when Megs killed Buzzsaw, and Arcane pointed that out, Soundwave is like "my personal feelings are not relevant in this matter" but when Laserbeak gets crushed that's when Soundwave realises Megatron is out of control. Oh, and then Shockwave ends up fighting him to become the leader. Look I know he's one of the most loyal Decepticons but he was left alone for millions of years on Cybertron, you can't convince me that he hasn't at least thought about taking over and becoming the new leader-
I just had a huge realisation yesterday and I wanted to share this after going through some pretty horrible stuff over the weekend: Something I've always asked myself ever since getting into G1 Transformers was "why do you like Starscream so much even though he's a narcissistic bully? Why are you, someone who is a victim of narcissistic abuse, taking comfort in a narcissistic character?" Well, I think I finally figured it out. Because Starscream is also a victim of that very same abuse. I mean, he's beaten, called names, bullied, unappreciated, abused, and put through the wringer…and he internalised all that abuse because he knew no other way. He had no one to turn to, and the few bots who did support him, he treated like dirt. Once he had that freedom and power, he abused it and became the very thing that abused him. I have no doubt he was always self-centred, selfish, had a huge ego, etc. before all that but honestly? I think Megatron's abuse caused him to turn out the way he did. I could have turned out that way and it's a little scary, some of the parallels I'm drawing with him.
@ichbinmeltdown wrote a great analysis on Starscream that I want to share here:
"Megatron was abusive as hell to Starscream. He treated him horribly, and I legitimately almost cried a few times watching it. There's an episode called Starscream's Brigade that introduces the Combaticons, and I think that perfectly demonstrates the cycle of abuse. The entire world is against Starscream at pretty much every turn throughout the series, but none more so than Megatron. Every word out of his speech synthesizer to Starscream is to berate him, and he's constantly throwing him around, beating him, even ripping out his speech synthesizer in a scene from a previous episode (Hoist Goes Hollywood, IIRC). His own teammates don't like him, and even his brothers- Skywarp and Thundercracker, going off of the idea they're brothers- just... allow Megatron to abuse him. (Not to get into headcanons here, but I personally believe that Megatron's abuse fractured the Elite Trine's family dynamic. They are still brothers and love each other, but they're all too afraid of Megatron to really... stand up for each other as they did in the past.) And Starscream seemed to just snap in this episode. He treated the Combaticons poorly, and even when teaming up with Shockwave, he subjected him to a lot of the same ridicule and torment that Megatron put him through. He failed to realize Shockwave was the one of the only bots who would give him a chance- and unfortunately lashed out at him, which ruined his chances of Shockwave ever being a true friend and ally to him. Once Starscream had finally gotten a taste of power and not being under another bot's boot, he too became the very thing that he lived in fear of. And that really is how the cycle goes- when you're finally free from abuse, it can be tempting to overcompensate and take back all the power you were robbed of, at any cost whatsoever. Starscream, like D16 in Transformers One, snapped up this opportunity."
And the sad thing is, I've seen this in real life and I've internalised some of the abuse I've dealt with too. I'm not proud of it. Like the Seeker Trine, my own family dynamic has been fractured by similar abuse. I know there's traces of narcissism in my behaviour too, and I'm NOT proud of it. Maybe this is why I can forgive Starscream for being a narc, because I can see a little bit of my own personality/attitude/behaviour in him. Maybe it's because I know where it came from, I get why he acts that way and it's not just random and out of the blue. Maybe it's because--and I know this is a bold statement--I don't think he would do some of the stuff my own family did to me (blah blah blah he's a fictional character).
I didn't mean for this to turn into a long rant, so
TLDR: I finally figured out that part of the reason I love and relate to Starscream so much despite him internalising some of the abuse I went through, is because he was the victim of that same abuse.
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