#but she was yelling one minute and the next it was radio silence

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Guys I think I might have killed @monzabee 🙊 the brain rot flew a little too close to the sun

[athenamikaelson]

Written in the Stars

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 1

Word Count- 4.3k

Warnings- Swearing, blood, death, panic attacks, mentions of the confederacy (ew)

A/N- This will be a slow-burn series.

The reader has a brother, I know it’s not very X Reader, but it’s to help the storyline.

I brush down the black tie my younger brother is wearing, the satin fabric making me slightly cringe. 

“Are you sure you’re not going to go? We can go show those stuffy old bitches how to really party.” I let out a small huff at Theo’s question, shaking my head amusingly. 

“I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of Mystic Falls’ elite. Hearing them talk about how they’re so proud of their southern heritage,” Both my brother and I let out sounds of disgust, “the Confederates lost get over it.”

Theo stands in front of the hallway mirror and goggles himself. Where I am rather introverted, my younger brother is most likely the most self-confident person I have ever met. He has called himself, “A gift to the human race,” on more than one occasion. So it takes him about a good 9 minutes to gaze at himself in the mirror before we walk out the front door to the car. 

We drive in silence, or I drive in silence as Theo hypes himself up in the passenger side mirror. 

After a 10-minute drive that seems to have taken at least twice that time, we finally reach the long driveway of the mayor’s house. 

“Why are you even going to this masquerade thing anyways, you hate dances,” I ask him as we wait behind a line of cars.

“Tyler is my football captain, and this thing is to honor his father, I’m here for my fellow man,” Theo presses a fist to his chest and puts on a fake sympathy look.

“So you’re actually doing it because you want to get on Tyler’s good side so he puts you on Varsity?”

Theo’s sympathetic look drops and is replaced with a shit-eating grin, “You know me so well.”

As we get to the front of the line of cars, I hum along to the Coldplay song playing on the radio.

“So what are you going to do while waiting for me?”

I pull my car up to the front of the “house” which is really just a mansion. 

“I have a feeling you won’t be here very long, or stay out of trouble so I’m just going to park somewhere and wait for you.”

My brother does a look that looks like he agrees with me about him getting into trouble and nods his head in agreement. I put the car in park and Theo unbuckles his seat and gets out, straightening out his suit as he goes.

“Bye nerd, don’t wait up!” Theo yells as he climbs the stairs walking past Mystic Falls’ elite. I let out a sigh and pull away to find a parking spot. 

—

My fingers graze the pages of my book as I glance at the time, Theo has been here for over an hour now and hasn’t shown any signs of leaving. I bring my back up to continue reading when a figure in the distance catches my eye. I lean forward and catch a glimpse of who I believe is Elena Gilbert. Elena’s a popular girl in my grade, who I’ve probably had two interactions within my short time here in Mystic Falls. I don’t know much about her other than that she’s dating some guy named Stefan, her parents died in a car accident and her brother is in the same grade as Theo. Theo and Elena’s brother don’t hang out either because Theo says he’s a “stoner emo.” Theo’s never been one to keep his thoughts to himself. 

Elena seems to walk with a slight limp which makes me slightly concerned but nothing to make me go out and try to talk to her. I hate talking to people in general, especially kids my age. Elena has always seemed nice but I’m not taking the risk.

 Or at least I wasn’t until I saw a man in a mask start following behind her. I may hate interacting with people but I would never let another girl get attacked if I had the power to stop it. The next thing I know I’m hopping out of my car and jogging behind them. 

“Elena behind you!” I yell to her, but I freeze as the man hits her and knocks her to the ground. I let out a yelp as I turned to try to get help but a sharp pain hits my skull and everything goes black. 

—-

“Y/N, can you hear me?” A voice comes from above me and a wave of nausea washes over me. My eyes open and close a dozen times trying to get used to the bright light before I can focus on the person in front of me. Elena Gilbert. Why is Elena Gilbert in my bedroom?  I mean she’s really pretty and all I just thought she had a boyfriend. I’m not a homewrecker. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake!” Elena whisper-yells to me as she brushes a piece of my hair behind my head and grimaces when she looks at my forehead. She brings her hand back and a wave of fear and disgust washes over me as I see her hand covered in a red liquid. Blood. My blood. I try to bring my hand up but Elena stops me.

“Don’t exert yourself we don’t want it to bleed more, okay?” She gives me a small smile but something about it makes me feel uneasy. I don’t understand why until I turn my gaze away from her and look at our surroundings. Dirt-covered walls, glass-covered floors, and a mildew stench are what take focus. I’ve always been sensitive to smells but with the addition of my raging migraine, I am fighting the urge to keep down the rising bile in my throat. 

My breathing starts to quicken and I can feel the start of a panic attack starting to make an appearance. 

“Elena, where are we?” I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t understand what I was saying since my words seemed to be jumbling together. 

Elena glances around us and gives me a solemn look.

“I don’t know, I woke up here a little while ago before I was knocked back out by the people that took us. I’m truly sorry about this Y/N, I would never wish for you to be a part of this.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her last comment as if she were responsible for the reason we were taken.

“It’s not your fault,” I shake my head and start tapping my fingers together one by one. It’s a thing I do whenever my anxiety gets too strong, almost as a way to ground me. 

Elena’s eyebrows mirror mine and she goes to say something but a young man with shaggy hair walks in.

“Oh goody, the other ones awake. How are you doing sleeping beauty?” 

The man starts to walk over to me with a look in his eyes that makes the bile in my throat inch even closer to the surface. But within another second Elena stands from beside me on what I can see now is a couch and blocks me from the man’s view.

“I’m the one you want, Y/N is innocent, just let her go.” 

I want to back Elena up and defend her too but with the migraine and the onslaught of emotions I’m feeling right now being verbal isn’t something I see happening in my current future. 

“You’re right Dopalicious, she’s not, but I can’t just let her go, what if she were to go and warn those friends of yours? Can’t let that happen now can we?” 

Elena goes to stand her ground but within a blink of an eye, Elena is shoved backward and lands on the other side of the couch. I jump backward at the action which gives the man the opportunity to come in front of me. I start trembling as I look up to him I try to push farther back into the couch but I’m squished into it as far as I can go. 

“Stay away from me,” Finally able to find somewhat of my voice again. This doesn’t seem to scare away the man, and honestly, I don’t blame him. My voice sounded like it came from a scared 5-year-old. 

“Just a taste, I’m starving.” My mouth opens to question what he says but a millisecond later I feel myself being grabbed and a sharp piercing attacks the left side of my neck. I’m hyperventilating and screaming at the same time somehow as I hear Elena’s yells from beside us. 

“Don’t touch her!” Elena’s yell comes from beside us and I’m thrown away back onto the couch. I’m disorientated as I look up to see the man before me rubbing his cheek and Elena standing next to him holding her right hand. She’d punched him. My vision strays from Elena’s red knuckles back up to the man, who has something dripping from his mouth. My chest feels like it locks up as I stare at the liquid dripping, everything seems to be going in slow motion for me as I watch the drops start at the man's chapped lips to the drops of blood falling onto the cracked hardwood floors. Wait, blood. He has blood dripping from his mouth. Had Elena punched him that hard? I start to believe that possibility until I feel a wetness drip between my chest. 

My already shaking hand comes up to my chest as I swipe a finger along the liquid. My vision blurs as the red liquid drips from my fingertip down into the palm of my hand. I can’t register Elena’s voice as she kneels in front of me and presses something to my neck. The blood coating my hand is all I can see and smell. 

“Y/N….Y/N! Just focus on my voice ok, breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack.” A cool hand is pressed onto the side of my face and I close my eyes at the embrace. 

“Ok that’s good, I’m going to stand you up to get a better look at your neck ok?” 

I feel like I’m running on auto-pilot or something else is controlling my body and mind as I stand up and grip Elena’s upper arms to keep myself steady. Elena returns the pink fabric from my neck and leans down to glance at the wound.

“Ok, it’s not as bad as I had originally thought. Just keep this here and it’ll help control the bleeding.” 

I must still be in shock because Elena has to bring the shirt to my hand, wrap my fingers around it, and finally press my hand into my neck. The shock of pain washes through me and brings me back to reality. My vision can’t seem to focus on one thing for too long as my eyes keep darting from the blood on the floor, my blood, to the look on Elena’s face, to the man standing behind us with a scowl on his ugly face. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. This sequence continues until another person enters the room, a woman.

“He’s here.” The woman with a pixie cut says, her voice seemingly scared.

The man next to us shifts his scowl into a look of pure fear.

“This was a mistake,” He rushes over to the woman and shakes his head. 

“No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me,” She tries to talk him down which only seems to freak him out more.

“No! He wants me dead Rose,”

The woman points at Elena, “He wants her more.” I glance to Elena who is standing in front of me slightly as if to hide me from the two strangers or cannibals. Since I’ve calmed down momentarily and I’ve begun to stop the tears that had unbeknownst to me had fallen on my cheeks, I’ve realized that I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals, that being the only reasonable explanation I can come up with.

The two cannibals start arguing about some man but I turn to Elena who looks almost as scared as I feel. 

“What’s going on Elena, who’s coming?” I whisper to her.

Elena turns her head slightly to me and gives me a frown and a shake of her head. 

“A man named Elijah, but don’t worry ok,” Elena grabs my free hand and holds it in her own, “I’m not going to let them hurt you anymore ok?”

I nod trying to find comfort in her words but the girl in front of me is 17 years old and maybe 120 pounds I don’t see how she’s going to protect us both from two cannibals and whatever mega cannibal these two are terrified of. I don’t know if the other guy is a cannibal but using context clues I’m guessing he is. 

“What are we?” The woman’s voice brings my attention back to them as I see her grab his arms. This seems to calm the man down. 

“We’re family. Forever.” 

I might’ve found this endearing if it weren’t for the fact the man had my blood drying on his upper lip and they were literal cannibals. 

A loud knock startles all four of us as Elena and I both shoot each other wary glances. Our hands are still intertwined. I don’t usually like being touched but given the circumstances I can let this slide. 

The woman looks over at Elena and me as Elena slightly turns her head, “You’re scared.” Elena comments. The woman says something else to her friend and then runs up the stairs 

—

What seems like forever of waiting and pacing around is broken up by footsteps coming from the top of the banister. I can feel Elena freeze up from beside me as we both look up to see a man in a suit staring down at her. The man has dark hair and eyes and a chiseled face. Why is this cannibal not ugly? Wrong Turn had it all wrong. We all stand there watching Elena and the suited cannibal stare at each other. I can feel Elena’s shaking hand in my own and try to comfort her by squeezing her hand to let her know I’m right beside her. That is until the man transports himself from the top of the banister to in front of Elena in the blink of an eye. The movement has me losing my balance and falling back onto the couch. 

No one seems to notice me as my panic attack starts to build up as I try to understand how this is possible. How could he have been that fast, it’s impossible. Oh god, I'm going to throw up. 

“And who is this?” A deep voice comes from above me and my stomach flips at the sound. Defiantly going to throw up. 

“She’s no one. She has nothing to do with this, just please leave her alone.” 

Hearing Elena’s voice makes me raise my head and I regret it instantly because I lock eyes with the suited monster who is now standing above me staring down at me. The man’s face instantly goes slack as his eyes meet mine, a look of recognition seems to pass through his dark eyes as they move fast across my face. The man opens and closes his mouth many times as if he can’t quite find the right words to say. The slack expression from before softens into something that makes my stomach flip again. This guy is so going to kill me when I throw up on his expensive ass shoes. His soft, dark pink lips curve up at the corners slightly.

“You’re real.” 

These are the first words to come out of the man’s mouth. Everyone else in the room seems to know just as much as me with what he’s talking about because they all have looks of confusion on their faces. Feels somewhat comforting to be on the same page as everyone else for once. 

The man doesn’t once take his eyes off of me this entire time though, “What is your name, Elskan?” 

I freeze under his stare and try to avert my eyes, this gives Elena the ability to step in for me. 

“Her name is Y/N,” I look to the man as he mouths my name slightly to himself as if he wants to know how it sounds on his tongue, “Please don’t hurt her Elijah, she doesn’t even know about the supernatural, I’ll go with you willingly.” 

Elena’s words make me freeze up. What does she mean by supernatural? I flinch as the man, Elijah, brings his hand up. This stops him for a moment. 

“I would never harm you. You have my word on that.” I can only sit there frozen as he cups my face with his hand and uses his thumb to brush a stray tear away that must’ve fallen during one of my many panic attacks. He seems delighted at the moment until the soft expression he has on his face darkens into something that makes that bile rise even farther up. His eyes dart from the top of my head and drag themselves down to my chest and neck. I try to move away but his hand has a soft but firm hold on my face. 

“Who did this to you?” 

My eyebrows furrow at his question, and I must’ve not answered quickly enough because he turns to glare at Elena. Which makes her flinch.

“The head injury is from the kidnapping and then the bite is from um,” she glances towards my neck and then to Trevor who looks like he’s about to internally combust. She goes silent again at Elijah’s stare and he turns his attention back towards me. The glare was long gone and replaced once again with a softer look.

“I see. Here,” I have to swallow back down the bile as I watch the man rip into his wrist and put it in front of my face expectantly. I sit there in horror and quickly look to Elena who doesn’t look as surprised as she defiantly should given that this man just BIT HIMSELF. 

“It’s true Y/N, it’ll heal you.” 

I open my mouth to say something which must’ve somehow been an ok to the man as he presses his wrist to my open mouth. I’m about to push him off, or at least try, but stop at the heavenly liquid that spills into my mouth. Elijah brings his other hand up to brush back my fallen hair.

  “Good girl, Elskan.” 

Elijah removes his wrist and I sit there silently staring at my lap as I realize what I had just done. I just drank fucking blood, and I liked it?!??! Oh god, does this make me a cannibal now?

Elijah seems to be fighting an inner battle as he moves his eyes away from mine and onto the man behind us. Elena and I watch before us as Elijah approaches the scared man/cannibal thing. Thing because I’m not sure what the actual hell is going on here. 

“I’ve waited so long for this day, Elijah. Truly very sorry.” 

Trevor says with a bowed head as Elijah circles him. Almost how a predator would circle its prey. 

“Well, no, your apology is not necessary,” Elijah responds but something in his tone doesn’t sit right with me.

“Yes, yes it is. You trusted me with Katerina. And I failed you.”

“Well, yes, you are the guilty one,” Elijah glances at him and then up to the woman, “And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honor…”

Elijah comes to stand in front of the man, “Where was your loyalty?”

“I beg your forgiveness.”

The oxygen in the room seems to be dwindling as everyone watches the interaction.

“So granted.” 

The deep breath I was to let out is replaced by a scream and I can only watch in horror as Elijah throws his hand over to the man who decapitates him. A heart-wrenching wail comes from Rose and I can’t seem to take my eyes away from the body-less head that is lying in front of me. 

“I’m going to-” Vomit spits from my mouth and onto the floor in front of me, the burning from the back of my throat causes tears to build up and block my vision. I feel someone lift my hand and hold it away from my face. For a second I thought it was Elena before Elijah’s voice came from beside me.

“I’m truly sorry, Elskan. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you.” 

I lift my head to stare at him and find him kneeling right next to me. He reaches into his front pocket grabs a fancy napkin and wipes my mouth with it. Not seeming disgusted just saddened. He wraps his hand in my mind and stands me up. 

“We can leave now, we have quite the journey ahead of us,” Elijah leads me over to where Elena is standing and motions for her to follow.

“No! What about the moonstone?” She questions him.

He stands in front of her with a small scowl, “What do you know about the moonstone?”

“I know that you need it. And I know where it is. I can help you get it”

Elijah nods his head, “Tell me where it is.” 

“It doesn’t work that way.”

Elijah’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance as he glances back at Rose, “Are you negotiating with me?”

Rose just shakes her head and tells him she doesn’t know anything. Elijah then turns back around to stare at Elena for a moment before scowling and reaching up to her necklace, ripping it off. 

“What is this vervain doing around your neck,” He throws the necklace behind him and grabs Elena by the neck, dropping my hand in the process. I go to try to get her away but Elijah shoots me a warning look that has me freezing in place, “Tell me where the moonstone is.”

In a monotone voice, Elena replies, “In the tomb underneath the church ruins.”

“What is it doing there?”

“It’s with Kathrine.”

The rest of their interaction is cut short when a glass shatters from somewhere upstairs. Elijah comes over to me and grabs me by my waist bringing me into him almost protectively. 

“What was that?” He asks Rose.

“I don’t know.”

“Who else is in this house?’’ To which he gets the same response. 

Elijah grabs Elena quite harshly with his free hand and guides both of us to the top of the banister. His hand never moved from the top of my hip. Once we make it to the entryway something rushes by us, Elijah pushes Elena off into Rose’s arms but never drops his hold on me. 

“Up here.”

“Down Here.”

A voice call from the top and bottom of the stairs caught all of our attention. Elijah lifts his hand from my hip and motions for me to go over to Rose.

“Don’t let her out of your sight.” He warns her as he moves to the staircase. 

A moment goes by before something flies through the air and pierces itself through Elijah’s hand. I let out a yelp but Elijah doesn’t even seem fazed. 

My vision is blurred for a moment as I now standing next to Rose with an unfamiliar dark-haired man in front of us. He motions with his finger to be quiet. Ya as if I was going to say anything anyway. 

“Excuse me,” Elijah’s voice comes from below, “To whom it may concern. You’re making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me. And you can’t. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girls on the count of three, or heads will roll.” 

The man who has his hands on Rose’s and I’s mouths moves his head to glance at Elijah downstairs. 

“Do we understand each other?” 

“I’ll come with you,” I perk up at Elena’s voice. Wondering what the actual hell she was doing. But the blue-eyed man in front of me shakes his head at me telling me not to move. 

“Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.”

“What game are you playing with me? Where is Y/N? I won’t be leaving without her.” Elijah’s skeptical voice questions her. There’s a sound a medal, and then a loud boom,  before Elijah lets out a yell. The sound for some reason makes my chest feel like it wants to cave in on itself. Rustling and fighting sounds come from below us before the man holding Rose and I leave. Rose runs after him, but I can’t seem to get my feet to work so I just sit there on the dusty floor staring at the wall peeling wallpaper in front of me. 

A few moments pass before I hear Elena’s voice along with two unfamiliar men, one who I’m assuming is the blue-eyed guy from before. 

“Where is Y/N,” Elena asks.

“Are you talking about that girl that smells like vomit?” A snarky voice questions her. If I hadn’t just gotten kidnapped and had one of the worst days of my life, I might take offense but I did just get kidnapped and honestly, I do smell like vomit so he’s not wrong. 

“I think she’s over there.” 

Footsteps get closer to me as I look up with tears in my eyes at Elena. She gives me a small smile before kneeling and wrapping her arms around me in a hug. 

“What is happening Elena?” 

“I’ll explain everything if you want me to ok? Let’s just get out of here first ok?”

Elena stands up and reaches down her hand for me to take, and with a deep breath, I do.

[angsthology]

“im just excited, is all” — or an alt title: roo vs. the australian allegations

who is roo, really? why is roo?

a/n a short one cause if im being honest theres just one tiny explanation and... yeah

or, yknow, alt alt title: daniel’s detective era

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

“WOOOO!! I’M NEVER GONNA DIE!” she yelled into the radio, at this point not even shocking her engineer anymore.

“sure, kid.” he chuckled. “congratulations, again, i’ll see you out.”

as soon as she parked her car, the girl quickly jumped out of her seat and stand on the nose of her car, jumping repeatedly with both her feet going up and down excitedly. it ends with a last hard jump off the car and her hands up in the air, yelling on the top of her lungs.

when suddenly — to everyone’s dismay — she started shuffling. well, attempted, shuffling.

daniel, who had the pleasure of sharing the podium with her and was there to witness it first hand, could not help but unknowingly let his hand fly to his mouth to muffle his laughter. man, he just took off his balaclava, he thought.

then, just his luck, the girl stopped mid-shuffle and looked towards his way and waved at him excitedly before running towards the australian and attacking him in a bear-hug.

of course, the man expected the hug, what he didn’t expect was how strong it was going to be.

he let out a muffled “oof” as soon as she collided with him. daniel did not think he has ever gotten a hug this tight. let alone receiving it from a girl almost half his size.

“congratulations!” she could not get bored of hearing that. making her hug him tighter, “okay, oh, lord, i can’t breathe. please.”

“oh—hehe, sorry.” she immediately let go of the man and ran off—well, more hopped off—to get herself weighed.

the older man could not help but chuckle watching her hop away.

again, really?

the girl could never not get bored of all the demeaning questions that seemed to only be targeted towards her.

unfortunately for them, she was not having it that day.

so here she was, berating a man who was like generations behind her — and everyone else — with the rest of the grid listening, watching in amusement.

they always enjoy watching her absolutely destroying male fossils that walked the paddock. it was free entertainment.

her manager didn’t even stop her anymore — well, he did, usually when he knows she’ll say something completely unhinged and not for viewers ears — he just watches with a proud smile like the rest of the drivers until she eventually runs out of breath, all the while also stealing it from the opposite person.

and now it’s about five minutes later and the room was silent, really soaking in her words.

as usual, daniel was the one to break the silence — his tone doing its best to relief the tension that clouded the room.

“remind me not to piss you off.”

sebastian found his voice when he looked towards daniel, “i really admire her agression.”

“i try.”

the mclaren driver was minding his own business when suddenly he felt someone plop down on the seat next to him.

said person didn’t say anything, they just stared at him blankly for a good few seconds. in return, daniel had the expression equivalent of a question mark.

until eventually he felt a little creeped out, “what do you want?”

her response was… weirder.

“what do you want?”

“…what?”

suddenly, out of nowhere, the twenty-two-year-old pulls out a fanny pack from the side. and when she opened it, they were both met with all kinds of candy.

daniel raised his eyebrows at the girl.

“this stays between us.”

it did, but also no, she had previously already approached alex, mick, lando, and yuki, doing the exact same thing.

“…okay?” he then removed the confused expression on his face to one of curiosity of what’s inside the pack, “you got any haribo?”

“everyone, everyone, everyone!”

the girl hopped over to the group of men, dragging a slightly smaller one with her.

“yes, yes, yes!” replied george.

she the shoved the brunette girl in her arms to the front, holding her by both her forearms from the back.

“i want you all to meet daisy-mae!”

a strings of ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s along with ‘nice to meet you’s were exchanged.

the young driver then noticed a certain australian missing.

“hey where’s dan— DANNY!” she jumped when she saw said man approaching. as usual, she excitedly hopped her way over to him.

he chuckled, “hey, roo.”

at that, she stopped mid-way and looked at him confused, “who?”

“you.”

“huh.”

“you’re like a ‘lil kangaroo, y’know?”

still confused, she was brought out of a daze when she heard loud sounds of agreement from behind her.

“that’s what she is!”

“aw, that’s cute, our little kangaroo…”

“LITTLE?!”

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call me, beep me, if you want to reach me

summary: percy, annabeth, and grover have some great news about their quest, but something is off about their hypothesis  

word count: 2.8k

featuring: reader and annabeth’s relationship, slightly steamy reader and luke scene, more percabeth crumbs, fluff and angst  

author's note: IM BACKKKKK...this one took me forever, and i am so sorry about that! between finals, coming home from college, and just dealing with life in general it has been a real struggle BUT we are finally back on the luke train 🤩 and trust, these next few parts are about to get real...anyways, enjoy 💗

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you run to the top of the hill, calling out to the three kids before they can cross the protective barrier surrounding camp half-blood.

“i just wanted to wish you guys good luck before you leave, although i’m sure you won’t need it,” you explain, walking up to the trio. 

annabeth smiles at you. there’s an excited gleam in her eyes, and you remember how she’s been waiting for this for years -- her chance at glory.

“thanks,” percy mumbles, not really knowing what to say. 

“i just…be safe okay?” you whisper, hands gripping tightly at annabeth’s shoulders while you look directly at her. 

she nods, “i will. i promise.” 

you nod in agreement, lips pursed in a tight line as you struggle to keep your emotions at bay. over the course of your years at camp, the bond between you and annabeth has grown exponentially. you love her like a little sister, one you’d do anything to protect. it scares you to think about her, a twelve year old kid, in the real world with no one looking out for her this time. 

she senses your anguish, and pulls you into a tight hug. you freeze at first, not used to the affection from her, but ultimately wrap your arms around her small frame. the two of you stand there for a minute, embracing each other, but break apart when luke calls out to you from the bottom of the hill. 

“it’s time to go,” he yells, and you imagine his pointed look and crossed arms. luke was just as worried as you, but he found it necessary to hide those feelings, claiming it was best for annabeth’s sake. you disagreed. 

you nod, stepping away from the kids, back towards the chaos of camp, “i’ll see you at the solstice.”

you watch, with your stomach in knots from nerves and a mouth full of anxiety, as the kids step past thalia’s tree and into the world of monsters.      

that was almost four days ago, and still no word from the trio. percy, annabeth, and grover were on their quest to find and return zeus’s master bolt, but the radio silence worries you. while you didn’t expect them to call every day to say good night — they needed to save their dracmas — you at least expected some type of update by now. the lack thereof leaves a nervous feeling in your stomach; something isn’t right, you know it, but you can’t quite determine what. 

“those are called feelings sweetie,” katrina replies when you explain your current predicament to her.

you suck your teeth at her words, shoving her shoulder as you mumble, “shut up.”

“i’m being serious! since when do you care about three twelve year olds? no scratch that, since when do you care about anybody?” she shouts, throwing her hands up. 

you look down at your converse, arms crossing over your bent knees as you sit and look at the rippling water. i care about luke, you think, and all those kids who will never experience a true family thanks to our parents. i care about you, and our friendship. i care about grover, who’s too kind for his own good. the list goes on and on, but you don’t say any of those names out loud. 

instead you respond with, “i care about annabeth.”

katrina openly scoffs at your words, leaning back on her palms. “oh please, i’m talking about that little blonde.” 

you sigh, looking at her over your shoulder. her short hair rustles in the breeze, and the unruly curls from spending the day in the water makes her possess a childlike innocence. if you didn’t know katrina, you’d think she was a sweet girl who’d chew you out for swearing, but you do know her; she’s anything but, and the constant taunting and teasing proves that. 

“there’s something different about percy,” you explain with a shrug. 

“yeah, it’s called your need to play mommy,” she mumbles. 

“oh shut up,” you gripe, getting up from your spot on the dock. you make sure to kick her calf, not too hard, on your way back to hera’s cabin. 

“harder,” luke commands, despite the sweat dripping down both of their faces. 

percy groans, throwing his head back in frustration. they’ve been going at it for hours, practicing various techniques and maneuvers with wooden swords. while percy’s claiming was still new, and his slaying of the minotaur with no experience was still the talk of the camp, it was obvious to everyone that he needed to train. there’s an impending war coming, and the blonde boy has found himself right in the middle of it. 

but he doesn’t even know what it is, you think, stepping into the dirt of the practice arena. 

“give him a break, luke. he needs some hydration,” you exclaim, holding up two refillable water bottles. 

they’re dripping in condensation, the ice from the pavilion already melting in the sweltering heat courtesy of long island summers. luke grumbles something under his breath, probably about how he doesn’t need a break, but takes the bottle from you with a squeeze of your hip. he stays close to your side as he drinks the water, and instead of giving him your attention, you’re busy looking over percy. 

“there’s a cut on your forehead,” you say, pushing back some of his curls to get a better look. 

“yeah, your boyfriend nicked me,” he replies, gesturing to luke with his chin. 

“it was an accident! how many times do i have to tell you?” luke defends.

“a lot more. i’m great at holding grudges,” percy announces, and you roll your eyes. 

“and that’s why you’re becoming friendly with annabeth?” you tease.

luke raises his eyebrows at your statement, looking over at the smaller boy, whose cheeks are suddenly a very dark shade of red. 

“that’s different,” he grumbles, pouring the remaining water on his head. 

“uh huh, right. whatever floats your boat i guess,” you reply, patting his cheek in a motherly fashion. percy swerves with an eye roll fit for a teenager. 

“anyways, i’ll let you guys get back to it,” you announce, turning to face luke. 

you kiss his cheek, and his palm splays across your waist. he gives it a gentle squeeze, a small sign of affection in a hasty moment. you smile at him, leaning into his chest to whisper, “go easy on him.” 

“he’s training with the best swordsman in camp, he knows what to expect,” luke replies, cocky as ever, as you pat his sweaty chest three times before walking away. 

the training arena is packed when you arrive, brimming with younger kids and blaring noisy chatter. they’re all clad in some sort of battle armor: shields, bronze chest plates, and celestial bronze swords. it takes a minute for them to notice your presence, but when they do they part like the red sea. most of them have the sense to keep quiet, watching you with nervous eyes and wary glances, fueled by the words of their older siblings no doubt. others, the more gutsy of the bunch, have the courage to whisper the exact words they heard from their siblings, warning their friends about you and your anger. you, however, are focused on finding the tallest head amongst the group; the one housing messy, onyx curls. 

“he’s up front, helping jimmy with his armor,” a young girl whispers shyly, drawing designs in the dirt with the tip of her sword.

you stop walking, turning to face her. she’s young, no older than eight, and you feel the edges of your hard exterior soften from the sight of her pigtails and pink twinkle toes. you smile softly at her, hoping that it doesn’t scare her off. 

“thank you,” you say, “i love your shoes.” she smiles at your words, giggling quietly to herself as a small blush coats her cheeks. 

just as she goes to answer, luke appears at your side with, who you can only assume, is jimmy. you smile softly at him, ready to explain why you’re here in the first place, but luke beats you to it:

“let me just give them some instructions, then we can talk, okay?” he whispers, his free hand taking its place on the small of your back.

you hum in agreement, watching fondly as he takes charge of the large group of young demigods. he instructs them to practice the methods he just demonstrated in pairs, explaining that he’ll be walking around to give feedback once he’s done talking to you. as the kids partner up, he leads you to the side of the arena, where he finally meets your gaze with a raised brow. 

“what?” you ask, crossing your arms at his confused stare. 

“you never come here while i’m teaching lessons,” he answers.

“well, maybe i’m starting to,” you reply. 

luke scoffs at your words, “no shot. what’s really going on?” 

“i could be!” 

“but you’re not. you hate their judgy, beady, little eyes. so, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours to make you seek me out while i’m in the middle of lessons?” he continues, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. 

you take a deep breath, meeting his chocolate brown eyes on the exhale, and state your concerns: “i’m worried. why haven’t we heard from them yet? it’s been days, and it’s not like annabeth to keep us completely in the dark.” 

luke sighs at your words, “i’m sure they’re fine.” 

you raise your eyebrows at his unexpected answer. this is luke, the same guy who refused to let you and annabeth out of his sight during capture the flag, talking? not a chance. 

“so you’re not worried, at all?” you ask, searching for the true reason behind his lack of worry. 

luke clenches his jaw at your words, looking away from you as he stares off into the distance. his eyebrows furrow, and you can see something flicker across his face. you don’t know what it is, but you know he’s battling something within himself. 

“luke?” you ask softly, resting your hand on his bicep. 

he shakes his head, a carefree smile taking over his face as he says, “it’s annabeth. she’s the smartest, most careful person i know. nothing’s wrong.” 

you eye him warily, and nod your head slowly, “right. i guess i’m just overthinking.” 

luke smiles, a teasing look in his eyes as he nudges your foot with his own. you look up at him, a breathy laugh escaping your lips as you meet his playful gaze. 

“you always are,” he mumbles, followed by a loud laugh as you shove his shoulder. 

he plants a quick kiss on your temple, hands rubbing up and down your sides before whispering, “i’ll stop by your cabin tonight. once they’re all tucked in.” 

you hum in agreement, watching as he departs from your side and heads to the closest duo to provide feedback.  

****

the door creaks open, and luke slips inside before the harpies register the noise. you’re already awake, patiently waiting for him on the singular cot in the cabin. the eternal flames of the fire pit burn brightly, leaving dangerous shadows on your face, illuminating the storm brewing inside. 

“you’re late,” you quip, not even bothering to look up from your book. 

you’re laying on your stomach, propped up on your forearms with a paperback book in your hands. you’re in your usual sleep attire, shorts and a tank top, and luke has to physically hold back a groan. he’s never wanted you so badly in his life, but instead of expressing that desire, he apologizes for his actions.

“some of the younger campers were arguing, you know i had to settle that,” he whispers, burying his face between your neck and left shoulder. 

luke kisses your bare skin, slightly warmed from all the sun you’ve been getting recently. your head tilts, giving him access to more skin, and he doesn’t deny that. his lips move to your neck, leaving more than a few marks. 

“careful. hera’s watching,” you tease, closing the cover of your book. 

“let her,” he mumbles, practically moaning when you thread your fingers through his hair. 

“oh you’d love that,” you taunt, tugging on his curls. 

luke’s right arm wraps around your waist, flipping you onto your back, while his left pushes your book to the floor. your mouth falls open in shock, and you gasp quietly. he smirks at your expression, feeling satisfied to have you speechless. before you can ruin the moment, he captures your mouth with his. 

the kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. his left hand settles next to your head, while his right tugs your hips closer to his. your fingers are still lodged into his curls, and you use them to keep his face pressed against yours. he pulls back, gasping for air, but keeps his forehead planted against your skin. before he can reconnect your lips, you’re kissing all over his face.

“missed you,” you murmur in between kisses. 

luke sighs, relaxing into your arms as the tension from camp counselor duties and other activities leaves his body. he knows eventually he’s going to have to tell you. he thinks it will be something like ripping off a band aid. but, for now, when he has you so eagerly in his arms, and he’s content with baring the brunt of the burden. besides, the kids aren’t even close to figuring out the truth, he’s sure of it. 

****

“we know who stole the bolt,” percy announces, nothing but confidence in his voice. 

luke falters, but only for a second, before asking, “how do you know?”

immediately, annabeth starts rambling. she mentions an encounter with ares, how he knows who the thief is, but was clearly covering for them. as she talks, luke realize that their suspicions are anything but correct, in fact, they’re so far into leftfield it’d be considered a homerun. yet, he runs with it, not willing to give himself up.

“so who would ares cover for?” annabeth finishes, waiting for luke to answer. 

“his favorite daughter. clarisse is the lightning thief,” he answers, making sure to sound shocked by their groundbreaking discovery. 

“chrion’s got to arrest her, find out what she knows. there’s more to this than just the bolt, something bigger,” percy explains.

luke and annabeth share a look of uncertainty, one that percy picks up on because he quickly adds, “don't ask me how i know, you’ve just got to trust me.” 

as luke is about to assure the kids that he’ll get to it straight away, you walk into the office. 

“talking to yourself again, castellan? i knew you were crazy but not this off the rocker,” you tease, stepping closer to his side. 

as you approach, you see the faces of annabeth and percy in the mist. you smile at the sight of them. while they look tired, they seem pretty intact and much better off than you expected.

“how’s your quest going?” you ask, hoping to hear some positive news. 

“not too bad. between ares, the chimera and medusa, i’d say we’re doing pretty good,” percy exclaims.

your eyes widen at his words, and you look to luke to see what his reaction is, but he’s not even looking at you. instead he’s watching the two demigods arguing about which monster occurred each day. he smirks at the sight of them, gently bumping his hip with yours before saying, “what is this?”

“what?” annabeth answers, confusion written all over her face. 

“since when did you guys turn into an old married couple?” luke continues to tease, and you smile at the kids’ shocked faces. percy blushes at luke’s comment, and annabeth makes a point to avoid your gaze.

“not to change the subject, but we need your advice luke. we’re going to vegas and…” before percy can say another word, the iris message cuts out, the connective screen dissipating along with the rainbow that brought it here.

“well that was entertaining,” you joke, turning to face your boyfriend. 

you expect him to laugh at your words, but his face is set into a hard line. his arms are crossed and jaw clenched as he stares at the spot where annabeth and percy’s faces were previously occupying. his thoughts are clearly running a mile a minute, and you step into his line of sight, calling out to him. 

“they think they know who the lightning thief is,” he grumbles, gaze still distant and cold. 

“what? who?” you ask, stepping closer to him. while it’s only the two of you in the room, you don’t want to risk anyone else hearing; this isn’t the sort of thing that should be spread around camp, even if you hate the majority of the people here. 

“clarisse,” he starts, “but they’re wrong.” 

“how do you know?” you ask, nothing but confusion plastered all over your face. 

“because it’s actually me,” luke replies, finally meeting your gaze.

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[nburkhardt]

There’s an idea swirling in my head and it’s not making any sense. So we’re gonna ramble out whatever is in my head.

Steve knows the chaos it’ll start and he’s a little shit.

So, he pulls the shirt on and goes on his way. Ignores the stares and whispers. Goes about his day like normal, pulls on the Family Video vest and works. Helps customers, nods his head when he gets a question, sometimes lies and says it’s the only clean one.

“Know what it’s like? Just don’t have the time” he lies through his teeth and continues on to do his actual job.

Doesn’t have to see Robin to know she’s also staring at him and he shrugs when a question is thrown at him, “Birdie, how’s the weather today?”

Like he said, he’s a little shit.

Robin questions it throughout the day, throws it out randomly. Completely corners him at one point, “Dingus, what the hell?”

He smiles at her and it brings him joy when she glares.

The minute the clock switches to five thirty, he gives Robin a salute, kiss on the cheek and a shit-eating grin over his shoulder before leaving the store. He hears her shout, “You little shit!” And it makes his grin grow.

At the Wheeler household, all the kids are shocked. He’s leaning against the car waiting for them. His arms crossed and hiding half the shirt. Dustin’s the only one voicing out the confusion and shock, “dude, what’s with the shirt?”

Much like earlier he shrugs, gives the lamest excuse of “laundry day, sorry”

And it’s easy to thrown them off with a, “first one in gets radio privilege!”

All of them shout and book it to make it in first. He laughs as Lucas lets out a shout as Max’s pushes him. Climbing inside, he watches as Dustin elbows Mike, while Will and El watches. As he starts the car, his passager door is pulled open and in dives Max.

The drive to Eddie’s is filled with Kate Bush and grumbles from Dustin and Mike.

Oh, and questions about his shirt. Ignores it by turning the music up and smiles as Max and El sing along.

“Eddie’s gonna ask” Dustin announces as they pull up next to Eddie’s van, “he’ll bug you enough to talk”

He shrugs and smirks, turning around to look at him, “I ignored that all day, I think I can manage”

Dustin groans, glares and gets out.

The whole group is out of the car, at the door and as he gets out Eddie opens the door, “Ah! That time already?”

“You set the time, dumbass” Max points out, and pushes past him. Everyone else follows, only Dustin and himself left standing outside now. Eddie’s standing with them and he pulls down Dustin’s head before looking at him.

A grin slowly makes its way on Eddie’s face and leans forward, “ah, so that’s where the shirt went”

Steve grins at him, pushing Dustin out of the way and pulling Eddie close. “You left it, I found it. Finders keepers, baby”

Expecting shouts and yells, he’s surprised by the near silence in the trailer. Eddie’s laughing and he spins around to see the shocked faces. This is gonna be one of his favorite days, he thinks.

There’s a groan, a laugh and sigh coming from next to the kids. He finds Gareth, Jeff and Frankie sitting down and he grins at them. Getting the same response, while Eddie shakes his head with a “Now boys be nice, Honey runs things you know this”

They all roll their eyes as the kids figure out their voices again and immediately demanding what the hell is going on.

“Bambi left his shirt at my house, I found it. Decided to wear it and here we are”

Steve slips his shoes off, makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a beer before falling onto the couch next to Gareth, Eddie follows and immediately drops down onto his lap.

The kids all staring and Jeff laughing.

“It’s comfortable, right?”

He shrugs and puts his arm around Eddie, “eh, a bit tight on my shoulders. But sure, it’s comfortable, Love”

The kids are still staring at them, Eddie’s laughing and he’s just enjoying the fun. This is definitely a good day for him.

If all it took was wearing a homemade t-shirt with a devil face, he’d have done this sooner.

Plus being able to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek and call him all the names, is a sweet bonus.

~

Pls don’t ask me what this is, idk. Really I’ve had ideas of Steve wearing Eddie’s hellfire shirt in my head for two days now. Mostly because I bought a hellfire shirt from Walmart hahaha, I’m a dummy that held herself back from buying one sooner.

This wrote itself. I just kinda kept going and tbh it probably has typos and weird punctuation. But it’s fineee it’s just silly. Under the cut is my permanent tag list and a pic of myself wearing the dumb shirt a got ✌️

You get a bit of face reveal lol. it’s not the exact hellfire shirt but I love it 😌

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[countycashew54]

GUYS IM WRITING FANFIC

Caught-AlastorxLucifer fic

Also please remember this is my FIRSTT attempt at writing so... if you yell at me I will cry.

Waking up after a one-night stand is rough.

Waking up after a one-night stand with the Radio Demon proved to be just as horrific, if not more. Only the difficult nature of this wake up had little focus on Alastor at all. In fact, the opposite.

See, when you wake up to your daughter and her entire hotel, residents and staff, (although that's not saying much) barging into your room while you're in bed with the man who is also trying to parent your daughter; you're bound to have an extremely, painstakingly rough morning.

"Dad we can't fin- oh. OH-wo- that is jus-... Dad is that- Alastor?" Charlie was very clearly fighting to keep her shock and disgust off of her face, with a forced smile. Whether it was from seeing her father and her hotelier in bed together or the state of unclothed said men were in remained to be seen.

"Morning Deer!" Alastor smiled, as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Shit- Charlie, sweetie, this isn't what it looks like, I mean we- he-"

"NO- I mean, no need to explain dad! I am super happy to see you guys are finally…getting along! In fact, I am SO happy about it that I am going to create an activity for our patrons focused on making friendships and boundaries! You know maybe you two could be the ones to lead the activity and-" Charlie's shock-toned voice began to trail off as she was slowly walked away from the room by Vaggie, who managed to glare threateningly at them both with her one eye.

Seconds, minutes?, passed by with Alastor adjusting his hair as if nothing just occurred, while Lucifer was engaged in a reluctant stare down with Husk, Angel, Niffty, and Sir Pentious.

Angel was the one to break the standoff, a wide grin on his face.

"So I guess now I know why Smiles wasn' intrested in gettin' a sample of all o' this," a lewd gesture to his legs by one set of hands, and a scrunch of his chest fluff with the other, "when I offered huh?"

Alastor narrowed his eyes at the spider while Lucifer began to feel a golden glow coming to his cheeks, "A-and why would that be? exactly?"

"ain't it obvious? Al clearly got a kink for short kings wit' more power than he's used to, I don' fit the bill on either o' those."

"I think you will suffice to close your mouth before you end up caught in your own web, Pest." The Radio Demon's eyes had begun to darken to black as his antlers grew steadily.

"HA! He's only mad cus' I totally got it right! Huskie-baby you owe me twenty bucks!"

"Yeah, yeah let's get out of here before he decides you're his next meal," Husk had begun pushing Angel away in almost the same manner Vaggie had with Charlie.

Another moment of silence ticked by..

"Ssso-" Pentious was cut off by Lucifer's growl.

"LEAVE. please," horns and scarlet eyes flared.

As Pentious fled, Niffty awaited instruction from Alastor, who then nodded to release her from her stand still. Once she was out of the doorway Lucifer slammed the door closed with a flick of the wrist, falling back into the pillows with a groan.

Alastor had returned to his usual form, still sitting upright he glanced towards Lucifer, "well that was an entertaining start to the morning."

Lucifer ripped himself upright to glare at the man, "what part of making our little night of fun known to the entire hotel, to my daughter, was entertaining to you?"

"Why the overwhelming discomfort from all parties involved of course," He then leaned forward to whisper, "you included, my darling, you now know how much I love to watch you squirm."

Lucifer froze as the words processed through his brain and sent chills down his body. His eyes slightly crossing as he gazed at the sinner with shocked lust.

As Lucifer was processing, the demon had already stood from the bed and snapped his clothing back into pristine condition with the use of his shadows, "I do hope to see you at this morning's breakfast, the tense atmosphere that our daughter facilitates won't be the same without you, mon ange."

With a swift kiss to Lucifer's cheek the sinner was out the door, humming a radiostaticed tune that sounded vaguely from the 30's.

Lucifer stayed still for a moment, calming his body down while also wondering what had just happened. A jolt came to him when he realized, “WAIT, OUR DAUGHTER?”

Once again, please be nice to me this is my first time writing anything so I literally winged it. Hope you guys enjoyed it :,)

[igotanidea]

Bad day : Dick grayson x fem!reader

Summary: some days are just shitty for no particular reason.

Warning: swearing, apart from that fluff.

***

She had no idea what she had been expecting.

It was freaking Gotham.

Of course it had to rain all the time.

Like seriously, all the fucking time.

Any other day she would probably just let it slip, but not today.

This one particular October Monday turned out to be the nail to the coffin.

From the early morning everything was going uphill.

She woke up without Dick by her side which made her worried and like crying. (can’t blame the girl, her boyfriend was a vigilante for god’s sake!). and what was even worse was that radio silence on his part. Most probably he was on some super-secret undercover mission (damn his ass!)

Every other member of her team at work were absent for personal reason (shit, Y/N had enough of personal reasons to stay at home for a week and yet, she didn’t right?!).

Everyone wanted something from her all at once with the yesterday deadline which left her completely drained.

Her brain was definitely all over the place, disenabling her from any focus, her mind focusing on only one thing.

Getting home.

Grabbing a blanket.

And hiding from the whole world.

“Y/N…?” one of her co-workers from another department approached her carefully. Y/N was usually the energetic, positive type so the rumours about her mood switch spread like lighting.

“what?!” she snapped, her mixed up feelings finally finding a way to the surface. However, she quickly regretted it upon seeing her colleague terrified face. “God!” she half-groaned, half-squealed “I’m sorry…. I’m sorry….” She rubbed her forehead in frustration “I’m just having a really bad day… Didn’t mean to yell at you or anything.”

“It’s fine. We all have bad days.” The other girls said and Y/N couldn’t help but be grateful at her understanding. “Can I help you with something though, Y/N?”

“No..” she shook her head. “No, I just have to push through I guess. But thanks either way.”

The other girl just nodded and exited the room, closing the door tight leaving Y/N to deal with her hormones, anxiety and mixed up feelings.  

***

It felt like the hours at work stretched into minutes, every other one becoming more and more gruesome and Y/N hated it.

She literally, truly madly deeply hated it.

To add to it all, the second she left her work, some fucking stupid driver decided to drive the car straight into the giant puddle next to the pavement, causing a little fountain that splayed and wetted the poor girl. She barely held back from yelling at the man, but did not stop herself for sending a middle finger his way.

Half-depressed, cold, alone and drenched she dragged her ass into her apartment ready to cry her heart out while holding a pillow and drown her sorrows into her comfort food she had stacked in the kitchen cupboard.

Yes, she definitely felt like throwing a little pity party for one.

But.

There are multiple occasions in life when you just don’t know how you feel. And that was the case that one Monday.

When she opened the door to her apartment all the sorrow and sadness seemed to evaporate in a second replaced by something way more ….vivid.

“FUCK!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, throwing her bag on the floor and kicking her shoes, punching the wall and regretting it because of the immediate pain. “fuck! Fuck! Fuckety fucking fuck day!”

She threw her coat on the floor, not caring about it getting dirty or crumpled and headed straight toward kitchen to grab that little packet of cookies saved for the rainy day (literally).

“What the fuck now!?” she started rummaging through the cupboard but her little treat was nowhere to be found. “WHAT. THE. FUCK!?”

“Y/N……?”

“SHIT!!”

She jumped at the sound, not recognising that little, a bit scared voice coming from the side of the couch. Out of complete instinct she grabbed the fork from the drawer and aimed it at the potential opponent.

However, before she could truly attack the person with that makeshift weapon, the light went on and much to her surprise Y/N realised it was her boyfriend napping on her couch, an empty cookie box laying on the floor next to him, making it impossible to hide the hideous crime he committed.

“DID YOU EAT MY COOKIES?!”

“Y/n…… baby?” Dick stuttered, his eyes growing wide at his girl current state. He has never seen her this angry, like never and it was way more terrifying than all the Gotham villains combined together. And apparently he added to it, by not thinking she might actually want those snacks that were already outdated after all! “Princess?” he whispered, not sure whether he should hug her or run away from her. She was truly fury incorporated.

“AND WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!? Do you have any fucking idea how worried and stressed I was?!”

“I got an idea……” Dick muttered

“DON’T YOU DARE TALKING BACK TO ME DICK GRAYSON!!”

“Y/N…. love…..” he gathered all the courage to take a few steps towards her, still keeping a safe distance from the fork.  “Are you on your period, or something baby? “ his voice was shaking a little bit knowing he was quite literally stepping on thin ice.

“Take another step and I’ll dig this fork into your arm! You fucking disappeared! No note, no text, nothing!”

“Honey……” he whispered carefully, not stopping “Do you need chocolate, cuddles, a hug?” another few steps forward and he noticed how drenched she was, how her makeup was flowing down her cheeks in a thick black streak and how tired and confused she was. “Come on, babe…..Just…. tell… me…” he slowly reached for her hand and gathered the fork, throwing it away and wrapping arms around her before she had enough time to escape him.

“LET GO OFF ME!!” she struggled against his grip.,

“no.” he said simply, holding her tighter to him

“I’m being serious!!”she cried out, tussling even more, even though she obviously had zero chances against him.

“so I am.”

“DICK!”

“Y/N.”

“LET GO!”

“No. You know I’ll never let go of you.”

“I….I…..!”

“Yes, baby?” one of his hand found a way to the back of her head caressing her hair and neck, the other resting on the small of her back repeating the same gesture there.

And that was enough to finally make her cry. She let out all those tears of frustration, fear, anger, sense of unfairness….. everything that’s been babbling inside her for the entire day for no particular reason.

“Shhhh…..” she rocked back and forth with her in a gentle, repetitive motion, being her rock, her strength, her protection “Shh…. Let it all out……”

“I hate this fucking city!!” she sobbed, clinging onto him, not caring about the fact she was making him wet as well. She just couldn’t anymore.

“I know, sunshine….” He agreed, kissing her dump hair.

“I fucking hate everyone!”

“Mhm…. Sure…..” he didn’t stop, grabbing her hand and putting it on her heart, unclenching her fingers

“I….I….. I…..” she stuttered and sniffled feeling his steady heartbeat that seemed to calm her down.

“Yes, love?” Dick asked putting one finger under her chin forcing her gaze up on him. “what is, sweet-pea?”

“I don’t know…..” she pouted in an adorable manner, looking at him, looking like a grumpy 5 year-old.

“You are adorable like that.” Dick smiled at her and he meant it. Yes, she was looking like a wet chicken, but she was his wet chicken. And even if so, that little outlook could not kill the shine of her eyes, the redness of her lips and her general cuteness. Her cheeks were a little flushed due to the cold, her nose making her look like a Rudolf, the reindeer and that smudges mascara  only added to that feeling forming in Dick’s heart and warming his insides. She needed him. His little babygirl needed his care, his protection, his affection. And he was more than happy to provide her with all the love and attention he could possibly muster. “Baby?” he asked with a huge smile.

“Hmmmmm…..” she muttered in a feigned annoyance, and Dick could not help but chuckle at her expression. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I’m sorry….” Dick leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose and then pecked her lips briefly making her whine and close her eyes. “God, I love you.” He planted another, a little longer and more passionate kiss on her soft, wet, warm mouth. “You make me crazy for you, even when you look like a taylor swift in blank space” he chuckles, cupping her cheek and rubbing through the black stains there.

“I knew you were a swiftie!” she laughed in some wicked sense of victory.

“Oh, now…. here’s that smile I love.” Dick leaned his forehead on hers and all of a sudden she felt so calm with his presence next to her. He truly was a golden boy.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you….” She whispered

“It’s ok love.”

“No… No it’s not…. I’m not like that normally……” she pulled back, desperately trying to explain herself. “I mean it, I’m sorry…. Shouldn’t have let out my frustration on you. You have enough on your plate.”

“What I have on my plate …. What takes the most space is my beautiful girlfriend with anger management issues.“

“HEY!” she cried out at his fairly offensive words .

“I’m not mad I swear.” Dick chuckled at her uproar

“Shut up and take my freaking apologies Grayson!” she grinned and tried to punch him, but he was quick enough to grab her fist, put it to her mouth and kiss every one of her knuckles and  his gaze fixed on her made her melt.   

“I love you, baby…..” he whispers, grabbing her waist and pulling her close, his hand traveling up and down her side in a calming, gentle, loving and caring motion.

“Just…..” she cuts off, all the negative replaced by sheer love and adoration of this unbelievable man, who gives her everything she may ask for, even is she herself doesn’t know what she needs at the moment.

“Let me take care of you…..” Dick murmured into her ear, brushing his nose over her hair, inhaling her scent, his breath on her skin making her almost dry out. “Let me help you out, baby……” his fingers brushed over her cheek and neck, moving to the top button of her shirt.

“D-d-dick…..”

“I don’t want you to get sick, darling…..” he smirked, still playing with that little piece of plastic making her whole body shiver.

“I-I…..”

“How about I run you a bath?” his voice was so hotly hoarse and deep that if he asked her to jump into the fire she would do it without hesitation. She was completely lost in him. In the way his hands were touching her, in the way his eyes were shining and scanning her with so many feelings, in the way he was making her legs shake.

“U-uh-uhuh…..” she whimpered.

“Good….”

***

 It took him five minutes to get rid of her clothes, fill the tub with warm (not hot!) water and pour her favourite foam bath inside.

“Come on, princess. Hop in.” he offered her a hand making sure she wouldn’t slip and fall. It was admirable how he was focused entirely on making her relax and not on the way her naked body was moving In front of him.

Such a gentleman.

He didn’t even get distracted by that little moan she let out involuntarily once the warmth spread all over her tensed muscled.

“Enjoying yourself, babe?” he smirked reaching for the loofah and slowly starting to move it around her back, making sure to work out all the knots.

“You have no idea…..” she whispered letting her tensed shoulders relax under his touch.

“I actually think I do…..” he flicked her hair away and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulder, making sure to not choke on the suds.  “All the best for my beautiful girl.”

“Dickie…..” she let out another soft whimper

“Yes….?”

“Will you wash my hair too?” she chuckled

“well I said everything, didn’t I?”

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He even went as far as removing her makeup making sure to properly clean up all her skin, pecking her  cheeks and nose and forehead and eyelids, not stopping until a little blush crept up on her face and he saw that pretty bright smile once more.

Almost an hour later, after he thoroughly  dried her out with the big fluffy towel, kissing every inch of her skin in the process and dressed her up in jammies, she was sitting on her couch, tightly wrapped up in the warm soft blanket.

Feeling completely taken care of.

And with Dick serving as her pillow, because he refused to let her go anywhere from his embrace. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her straight on top of him, his arms wrapping around her. At first his tight hold almost prevented her from breathing but once she started hyperventilating he let go.

Slightly.

“Feeling any better?”  he murmured against her freshly washed hair, smelling like lavender. “god, you do smell good. Might steal your shampoo from you….”

“Well I say you deserved it.” She chuckled, snuggling closer to him, her head resting on his chest. She sighs deeply and it’s the biggest reward for him. Seeing her content and relaxed instead of stressed and yelling at him in the middle of the room trying to poke his eye out with a cutlery. This was his girl… his pretty, perfect, happy babygirl.

“Love you….” He  breathed out kissing the top of her head, holding her closer once more and this time not getting any complaints. 

“Hey… Dick?”

‘Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you…. I know I’ve been a little bit mean today…..”

“a little?” he raised an eyebrow and grinned unable to stop himself.

“Grayson….” She said in a warning tone.

“You know I can’t stay mad at you and you’re just using that against me!” he exhaled dramatically making her laugh. “I’m glad I could be of help with fixing your bad day. Cause that was just it right? One bad day? You won’t be  throwing knives at me next time you’re angry?”

“can’t make any promises….” She kissed the top of his nose. “I’ll try my best though.”

“I can work with that…..”

And just like that they slowly started to drift off in each other’s arms while that stupid fucking calm  rain played a sleepy melody on the windowsill.

[asston69]

I think im gonna TRY and write a small quick fanfic on thomas hewitt. Now before I writs this I was a wattpad fanfic writer and I said some cringe ahh stuff. So you might read some on here😞😞

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Warnings: Reader doesn't live, death, violence, a lot of blood talk, gore, cursing, (if I missed anything else just tell me<3)

!NOT PROOFED READ!

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Your Heart Is Mine

It was a hot texas morning. You and your family are going on a road trip, even though you're an adult, you were still forced to do this.nyou sat next to your sister, who was one year younger then you.

Your father had the radio up high. "Isn't this good music? Way better then your shit!" He says trying to sound funny but it wasn't. Your mother laughs.

Suddenly your father looks down at the gas thingy (I forgot what it was called.) "Shit!" He says turning off the radio. "What is it?" Your mother says in a southern accent. "Were almost out of gas." He says looking around for a nearby gas station.

He starts to starts to drive around eventually finding a gas station. He pulls up next to it. "You know what, kids." he says looking at you and your sister. "You kids go walk around, we have a long drive when we get out of here" he says smiling softly. "Okay then, what time you want back?" You ask looking at your watch clock. "I thinking maybe 10 to 20 minutes maybe, it depends." Your dad answers.

"Ok then" you say getting out of the car along with your sister. Today she was wearing a long sun dress that flowed softly along the wind while your wore (whatever you want to). "Damn it hot out here" you say to your sister. "No shit! It's texas" she says sarcasticly. "Need to use the restroom?" Your sister asks. "Auctually, yeah, I do." You say. She nods. "I'll be back" you say walking into the gas station. I see a woman at the counter. "Hello mam. How are you today?" You ask with a smile. " Oh I'm just fine. So what you need?" She asks with a smile. "Oh that's good, well where is your bathroom?" You ask.

"Well down that hall Is where the bathroom is" she says with a grin then a smile. "Thank you" you say walking towards that door. Every single step you take makes a creak noise. You were down at the hallway. You sigh softly as you open the door. It was completely darkness. As you step someone grabs you and takes you into the dark. The last vision you see is a man smacking you with a hammer.

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You started to open your eyes, blood was dripping onto of the dried blood layering it. You were tied down to a chair. You look around to see the same woman from earlier, from the gas station. Then you saw a person in an officer uniform.

Suddenly one of then yelled out "Thomas! Get your ass in here!" He yells. Suddenly you hear someone walking in the room. It the same man from earlier.

You were so confused and scared. "W- what's going on..?" You say fearfully. "Oh honey, nothing is gonna happen to you yet" the old woman came close to you and petted your (whatever color) hair. You felt drips of blood on your shoulder. You look up to see your mother hunger up on the wall. You scream put in terror. "What did you do?!" You scream out to the man who was inparently named thomas. You cried as you look down, at the table. "Oh my god.." You cry.

The whole family said grace while you cried knowing that your whole family was dead probably, and your probably next as well.

Then the family sat down and ate. It was filled with silence besides from all the crying. A few minutes later the woman comes over to you and tries to feed you the soup. "Come on, eat it." She says holding the spoon filled with broth and the suspicious meat. You finally gave in. You open your mouth and she feeds it to you. You chew up the meat, it didn't taste good at all.. she hold up the spoon again. "N- no.." You say.

"Please. Eat it." She says glaring at her. "You know.. if you untie me and I can sit here and eat it.. I'll finish it." You say. "Darling, you'll just leave." She says. "I won't. I love it here, I want to stay here for my whole entire life. " You definitely made it sound suspicious but she allowed it. Thomas stood up and standed right behind you chair.

You began to ate it. It tasted horrible but you needed to prove your innocence. You sat there and ate it. Not to long after you were done, you took a swig of your water that was given to you. The old woman smiles. "Take her tommy" she says. You suddenly got lifted up. You scream. "FUCK!" You cry out as you got held downstairs. You were then chain down on the table. "Please dont!" You cry.

He had to do this. Even though he didn't want to he did it for his mama. He couldn't deny her, she was always right no matter what. "Thomas don't do this! I love you so much!" You say to try and not get killed. As he was about to grab his chainsaw he stopped. He was surprised. Instead of the chainsaw, he grabs a knife. He then cuts you open, around your chest. You were screaming crying trying to kick and fight but I was no help. He then cuts out your heart which was covered in blood. And you were dead for sure. You were laying down lifeless. He had your heart in his hand It was as big as his hands. He admired your heart. He sets it down gently and he grabs a glass box and he sets it in there safely.

He looks at your heart, so lovingly and then he looks back at you. In his mind he says to himself "you're heart mine."

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Sorry if this was bad lol😭😭

[kpop---scenarios]

Obsession (2)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Stalking, Threatening, Launguage

Word Count: 3.8k

Part One

It had been a little over a week since you and Chanyeol fucked, and it had been radio silence. You had hoped he would have texted you by now, but you didn't want to come across as that needy girl. So you kept it cool, until you couldn't keep that cool any longer.

“Oh my god!” Jennie yells. “Did you hear the latest news?” She asks, rolling her eyes. You had been invited for a night out at Baekhyun's apartment with everyone in your new friends group. You had partially expected Chanyeol to have been there and when he wasn't you were disappointed. You liked him and wanted you get to know him more, you also wouldn't have minded fucking around with him again.

“What!?” Lisa asks. Everyone was intently staring at Jennie, impatiently waiting to hear what she had to say.

“A little birdy told me that Chanyeol and Maya got back together.” She says, trying to stifle a giggle. Every single person that sat around Baekhyun's living room table groaned so loudly. Sehun, Baekhyun and Jisoo started fake sobbing, Jongin threw his head back in frustration, Lisa started to pretend to gag, while Kyungsoo began muttering about how he had to go back to avoiding Chanyeol.

You, on the other hand, sat there in complete shock. He had a girlfriend? How long has this been going on?

“What's wrong with her?” You ask, glancing at the dramatic group around the table.

“Let's just say, Maya is..” Baekhyun pauses.

“Insufferable.” Kyungsoo sighs.

“Stuck up.” Jisoo adds.

“Fucking annoying.” Lisa says.

“She's like the worst possible human in the world.” Jongin says. “I don't know how he puts up with her.”

You nod your head, you didn't have anything else to say. You felt hurt and confused. Your hands played with the full shot glass that sat in front of you. Just as Sehun was about to say something, the front door opens and in walks Chanyeol with a big smile on his face.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” He asks, plopping down on the floor, across the table from where you and Jongin sat. You felt the anger bubble up inside of you, and even though you had planned on saying nothing, words came out of your mouth.

“Oh, just talking about how you have a girlfriend.” You say, looking up at Chanyeol, staring him in the eyes. They go wide, as if he's a deer in headlights.

“Oh, uh.” He chuckles. “Yeah, surprise, Maya and I got back together.” He says, looking away from you to avoid eye contact. You continued to stare at him, you hoped he could feel your stare burning into him.

“But why?” Baekhyun asks. “Why would you do that?”

“What's wrong with her?” Chanyeol laughs.

You were uncomfortable. You were sad, mad, annoyed. Every emotion was felt right at this moment, and it was like Jongin could sense it. He moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him. He turns his head to whisper in your ear. “You okay?” He asks. You continued to look at Chanyeol who was now eyeing up you and Jongin, trying to process why his arm was around you.

“Uh huh.” You whisper back, breaking off the eye contact with Chanyeol. You gave Jongin a small half smile, hoping he would stop questioning you but that didn’t work. For the next 45 minutes, every few minutes you would catch Jongin looking at you, you could tell that he was questioning how quiet you were, wondering why and why you wouldn't tell him. You’d finally had enough social interaction for the night and decided to go.

“I’m going to head out right away.” you announce. “Just using the bathroom first.” you finish, walking towards the bathroom. You stepped outside to see Chanyeol standing outside the bathroom door, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

“You’re ignoring me.” he says, looking over at you.

“You have a girlfriend.” you say back. “Were you together..when..” you pause.

“No!” he exclaims. “No.. I, uh, met up with her afterwards. That's who had texted me..and we got back together that night.” he finishes. You can feel the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t want to cry over him, it totally wasn't worth it.

“Great, I'm happy for you.” you say, walking away from him. You grab your jacket, and again, Chanyeol stands in front of you.

“Let me walk you home.” he says, grabbing his jacket.

“Nah man, you stay. I already told her I would take her. Don’t worry, I'll make sure she’s safe.” Jongin says, coming up behind you. He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you towards the door. You were grateful for Jongin, but you really hoped he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. The two of you chatted about anything and everything on your walk, he made you laugh - hard. You continued to laugh all the way to your front door. Unlocking your door, you look at Jongin.

“Thank you.” you smile. “Really.”

“Anytime, Y/N. and look..” he pauses. “I don’t know what's going on between you and Chanyeol, but just know you deserve more.” he finishes, flashing a dazzling smile before starting to walk away.

“Wait!” You call out. He turns around. “You know?” you ask him.

“I had a feeling,” he says. “Good night.” he finishes, walking away. You walk into your apartment, feeling exhausted. You didn't realize how much of a toll this night had taken on you until you laid in your bed. You hadn't even taken your clothes off, but you didn’t have the energy any longer, swiftly falling asleep.

You woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. As you crawled out of your bed you heard a loud banging at your door. Looking out the peephole, you didn't see anyone there, so you opened up your door, only to see a dozen purple tulips sitting outside your door. A smile spreads across your face as you look for a note.

Miss me yet?

Your smile faded just as fast as it had appeared. You stared at the note, a very uneasy feeling pulsing through your body. You brought the flowers inside, took a deep breath before deciding what you were going to do. You walked into your kitchen, dumping the flowers and the note into the garbage can before heading back to your bed. You'd already had enough for today. All day, you lounged around, your phone was off, you ate and watched shitty movies. You cried, you laughed, you slept. It was the perfect day before classes on Monday, you were dreading them already. You were not taking anything easy, and your entire body was a ball of stress.

Monday you had minimal interaction with anyone, you went to classes, had lunch with the group, went home to study and work on papers and it was the exact same on Tuesday. When Wednesday rolled around, you were so excited. The week was almost done, not to mention the group had decided to do a Friday Friend Dinner every other Friday, and this week it was on. Drinks and good food, you couldn't wait. Kyungsoo was an amazing cook, you often craved his food.

You were walking to your class, when out of nowhere you're yanked to the side. You looked over only to see Mark standing there with a smile on his face.

“Hi baby.” He says, leaning in closely. You try to back up, but you back straight into a pillar. “Did you like the flowers I sent you?” He smiles, moving closer. “I've been waiting all week for you to thank me for them. It hurts me that you haven't done that yet, Y/N.” He finishes, his smile dropping.

“Oh!” You say, forcing a smile. You were trying so hard to not show him any fear even though it was radiating through your entire body. “I didn't realize it was you. There was no name on it. They're so beautiful, Mark, thank you.” You smile. You needed him to calm down and let you go without an issue. You watch his facial expressions, he was getting angrier.

“Who else would they have been from?” He snaps. “Are you seeing someone else?”

You didn't know what to say. He stares at you as the panic sets in. Your body is trembling as he gets closer. You let your instincts take over, pushing him away from you.

“Leave me alone.” You scream. He rushes back towards you, slapping his hand over your mouth, stopping you from screaming anymore. Before you can react, Mark is pulled off of you, thrown down to pavement. You look over to see Chanyeol standing there, huffing as he stares down at Mark.

“Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself?” Chanyeol yells. He goes to you, grabbing your hand to pull you away. He takes you out into the open, and you see a blonde girl standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“Chanyeol.” You breathe. “Thank you.”

He looks at you concerned. “Has he been bothering you alot?” He asks.

“No, no. He sent me flowers on Sunday, with a note but no name attached. I guess he was mad that I didn't thank him.” You explain. “I'm sure he's gotten the message now.” You half smile. You were trying to be okay but you weren't. Your body shook, you felt like you were still in shock. You looked over at the girl who looked even more unimpressed with you.

“Hi.” You smile, holding out your hand. “I'm Y/N.” You say.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. You retracted your hand feeling uncomfortable now. She looks at Chanyeol with a pout. “You let go of my hand to help her, Channie.” She says. “I'm so sad now.”

Chanyeol sighs. “I'm sorry Maya, do you want me to buy you something?” He asks. She perks up, grabbing his hand to pull him away, spewing on about some purse she wanted.

You already hated her.

Thursday, you didn't go to your classes. You stayed curled up in bed, answering the calls from Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, Baekhyun, Jongin and even Kyungsoo, asking you if you were okay and what they could do for you. You were eternally grateful for all of them and how much they cared for you. They had asked you if you wanted to postpone your friend's dinner, but you didn't want to. It was something that you desperately needed to try and take your mind off your Mark situation.

Friday comes, and starts off better. You went to your classes that day. It wasn't until you looked at your phone, did your heart sink, and your anxiety flared up.

[From Unknown - 8:45am] I like your outfit today. You look so cute.

[From Unknown - 8:49am] I hope your first class goes well. I miss you.

You slipped your phone in your pocket, trying to focus on your lecture. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating the entire time you were in your hour and a half class. After it ends, you pull out your phone to read some of them.

[From Unknown - 9:07am] Please text me back.

[From Unknown - 9:10am] it's really not nice to ignore someone.

[From Unknown - 9:17am] Please, baby.

You deleted all the messages, only reading a few of them. You didn't want to deal with this. Maybe eventually he would get the hint. And he did, only until the afternoon.

[From Unknown - 2:47pm] I miss your smile. You looked so happy taking in the warm sun as you were walking.

[From Unknown - 2:52pm] Did you take a picture of the sky for your IG? I can't wait for you to post it.

You ignored them again, putting your phone into your pocket as you headed to your last class of the day. The hour went by quickly, with no excessive buzzing coming from your pocket. You were relieved but that didn't last long. As you made your way to Kyungsoo's apartment, the texts continued, and got progressively worse.

[From Unknown - 4:59pm] I don't fucking appreciate this.

[From Unknown - 5:04pm] You are being a goddamn cunt right now, Y/N.

[From Unknown - 5:07pm] ANSWER ME!!

[From Unknown - 5:11pm] I'm sorry, baby. I just miss you so much. Please answer me.

You sigh as you knock on the door of Kyungsoo's apartment, finishing reading the last message.

“Hey.” Kyungsoo smiles, opening the door. You walk into the most delightful smells, immediately causing you to forget about the texts. “You can join the others in the living room.” He says, heading back to the kitchen. You take your coat off, following the sound of laughter into the living room.

“Y/N.” Everyone yells, all happy to see you. You say hi to everyone, looking at Jongin, who mouths “sorry.” To you before you see Chanyeol with his arm around Maya on the couch. You wanted to roll your eyes so fucking badly. But your phone began to vibrate.

[From Unknown - 5:27pm] I can't wait to pin you down, kissing your body all over.

[From Unknown - 5:33pm] I'm going to make you cum so many times from my fingers when I finally get you in my bed. Do you want that baby?

You can feel the tears starting. Why won't he stop?

You press the phone button to call and scream at him but it won't connect. “This number is no longer in service.”

Maybe he deactivated it.

[From Unknown - 5:46pm] I hope you're not fucking Chanyeol or Jongin baby. I'll have to punish you for that.

[From Unknown - 5:54pm] Would you like that baby? I'm going to tie you up and punish you. I don't like being ignored.

[From Unknown - 5:56pm] Y/N. ANSWER ME.

[From Unknown - 5:59pm] I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.”

You couldn't take it anymore. The tears fell as Kyungsoo walked into the living room.

“Y/N?” He asks, glancing around at everyone else. You completely break down, sobbing into your knees.

“Hey, what's going on doll?” Lisa asks, moving towards you. You slide your unlocked phone towards her, allowing her to read the messages as you sniffle.

“What the fuck.” She gasps.

“What? What do they say?” Everyone asks.

“Can I read them out?” Jongin asks you. You hide your face but nod your head. You didn't want to deal with this shit alone.

“Holy shit. He talks about what she's wearing today and gets mad at her for not responding.” He pauses. “I can't wait to pin you down, kissing all over your body.” He reads out. You look up, every single person there was pissed beyond measure. Except for Maya, who rolled her eyes at every text.

“Y/N answer me.. I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.” He finishes in a whisper.

No one says a thing. Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo hug you tightly until Baekhyun pipes up. “Who wants to go hunt this mother fucker down and make him wish he never met our precious Y/N?” He says.

Everyone jumps up agreeing, including Chanyeol. Maya scoffs loudly at him

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” She yells.

“Here we go.” Baekhyun laughs.

“You're going to protect her again? What about me? I actually matter.” She says, pouting again.

“Y/N matters too.” Chanyeol tells her. “She's important to me. As are all my friends.” He says.

“So I'm not as important as this fucking thing whose scared of a few little texts? Like grow up.” She yells at you.

“Who are you calling a thing, bitch?” Lisa snaps, standing up.

“Miss fucking cry baby over there.” Maya yells.

“Maya!” Chanyeol yells, his voice booming through the house. “Shut the fuck up.” He snaps. He glares at her, she tries to stand tall but she cowers under him. “Get your stuff. We're leaving.” He yells. “NOW.” He booms. She rushes out of the room without a word. Chanyeol mutters a “sorry” towards the group before slamming the door behind him.

The group sits in silence.

“Has anyone EVER heard Chanyeol yell that loud!?” Baekhyun asks, jumping up onto the couch. “I mean sure he's loud during game nights but holy shit.”

“literally never.” Jisoo says, her eyes still wide.

Kyungsoo looks at you. “Have you gone to the cops?” He asks.

“Yeah, you really should.” Lisa and Jennie urge.

“I have.” You sniffle. “They can't do anything for me until he physically hurts me.” You cry. “Apparently covering my mouth to stop me from screaming isn't enough.”

“That's messed up.” Kyungsoo sighs. “You shouldn't be alone. You need to stay with someone.”

“She can stay with me.” Chanyeol announces, walking into the living room.

“What happened?” Baekhyun asks.

“I ended things. For good.” Chanyeol says to everyone, before turning to look at you. “Y/N I am so sorry for the way she spoke to you. That was uncalled for and not fair.” He whispers with his head down. “You didn't deserve that.”

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “You didn't have to break up with her though.”

Baekhyun laughs out loudly, making everyone else laugh along.

“Yeah I did. It was time. I can't be with someone like that, I wasn't really into it anyways.”

Your phone buzzes again on the table.

[From Unknown - 7:08pm] I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me. Just talk to me.

Chanyeol picks up your phone, reading the message. He holds out his hand for you to pull you up. “We're going to go to Y/N's apartment and grab her things. I'll let you all know when we've made it safely back to my place.” He says. You go around the group giving everyone a hug while saying thank you to them. You didn't know what you would do without such great friends. you and Chanyeol didn't say much on the drive to your apartment. You were exhausted and just wanted to rest but you knew it wasn't going to come easily tonight. You and chanyeol head up to your front door, you unlock the door, letting him in first before you lock it back up behind you. You felt too paranoid to leave anything to chance. Chanyeol chuckles as he walks towards the table, patting it with the palm of his hand.

“This is a solid table.” He smirks. You roll your eyes at him, heading into your bedroom. quickly you find a bag, shoving your clothes into it, grabbing everything you can think of right now that you would need. You grabbed your charger and your laptop, and just as you thought you had everything, you heard a loud, rapid banging on your front door. You freeze. Chanyeol puts his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He waves you back into the room, mouthing for you to hide. Quietly, he creeps up to the door as the banging continues. He looks out the peephole, all he can see is black hair.

“Yes?” He says, his voice loud and deep.

“Where's Y/N?” He asks. You can hear Mark's voice.

“She's not here. You need to leave.” Chanyeol announces. “She's not interested in you. You need to move on.”

“Hah. I need to move on? She and I are meant to be together. You tell her I'll see her soon.” Mark yells, leaving Chanyeol's view. He opens the door slightly, making sure that Mark is actually gone. Chanyeol calls you out of the room, tears streaming down your face. He wraps his arm around you, taking you out of your apartment, heading for his car. You were terrified that Mark was going to be out there waiting for you. But he wasn't. Chanyeol opened the car door for you, you got in, placing your bag on the floor.

The drive is silent. It was late, you were drained. Walking up to Chanyeol's apartment, he unlocks the door, letting you go in first. It's bigger than you thought it would be. It was decorated very minimally, he had furniture around but not much else.

“It's very nice.” You smile.

“I'm still working on getting more things for it.” He laughs. He takes you to his bedroom. “You can sleep here. I'm going to take the couch.” He says.

“Chanyeol.” You sigh. “It's enough that you're letting me stay here, I can't take your bed too.”

He laughs. “You can. And you will. Get some rest okay? I'm right out there if you need.” He gives you a hub before grabbing his pj's and going into the bathroom. He comes out in a shirt and pj pants, heading for the living room. You dig through your bag, finding your shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You change and crawl into his bed. It smells so good. It smells like him. Sleep came to you easier than you thought, but it didn't last long.

You woke up breathing heavily, sweating and a little confused. You had dreamt that Mark had taken you captive and you were really shaken up over it. You crawled out of bed, heading to the living room.

Chanyeol laid on the couch, scrolling on his phone until he noticed you. He sits up quickly. “What's wrong?” he asks, standing up. He was no longer wearing a shirt.

Holy shit, you'd forgotten how ripped he was.

“it was.. a dream.” you start. “Mark.. he had..uh, kidnapped me.”

Chanyeol wraps you in his arms, in a tight and comforting hug. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, you feel so safe with him.

“Can you please sleep in the bed with me? I don't want to be alone.” You whisper.

He lets go of you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You both crawl into the bed, getting comfy. Chanyeol rubs your arm and shoulder as your back faces him. You quickly fall asleep, feeling more comfortable than you've been in a while. You wished the feeling of peace would last, unfortunately you knew it wouldn't.

You woke up in the morning with Chanyeol wrapped around your body. You were sweating so bad, you had no choice but to get up. You managed to wiggle your way out of his embrace, making your way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. You snooped around his cupboards, trying to find something to make for breakfast. You settled on making eggs and toast, it was easy enough. As you continue scrambling your eggs, Chanyeol walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with a smile on his face.

“What's this?” He asks.

“Breakfast. Duh.” You laugh. You were feeling good today, you felt like it was going to be a great day. Until your phone on the table started to ring.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Chanyeol grabbed your phone, declining the call and blocking the number.

“There. That should work.” He smiles. He sets your phone down, before it starts ringing again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

[hlstead]

spotlight

[son heung min x reader]

warnings: swearing

My heart raced as Son and I stepped out into the blinding camera flashes. We had been keeping our relationship a secret for months, savoring the precious moments together away from the public eye. But now, the secret was out, and the paparazzi descended upon us like a swarm of vultures hungry for a story.

"Who is she?" one photographer shouted, thrusting his camera in my face. "How did you two even meet?"

I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger. These questions were invasive, and they painted me as some kind of gold-digger, a girl trying to cash in on her relationship with a famous footballer. The reality was far from that.

Son, ever the gentleman, stepped closer to me, placing a reassuring hand on my back. "Hey, let's just keep walking," he said softly, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos.

But the relentless questions continued. "Did you guys have sex to get his attention?" Another voice yelled from the crowd, causing my blood to boil. I clenched my fists, wanting to lash out, to defend our love, but Son squeezed my hand, urging me to stay calm.

We pushed through the sea of reporters, trying to make our way to the waiting car. The shouts and accusations followed us like a dark cloud. "Did you want fame? Is that why you're dating him?" a particularly nasty reporter asked, a sly grin on his face.

I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to face the relentless crowd, my voice trembling with anger. "No! None of this is about fame or money. We love each other, and that's all that matters!"

Son's grip on my hand tightened, and he shot me a loving, grateful look. But the paparazzi didn't let up. They continued their barrage of questions, trying to get a rise out of us.

Son's comforting presence beside me was the only thing keeping me from breaking down. He reached for my hand, his fingers interlocking with mine.

"Y/N, please don't let them get to you," Son whispered, his voice filled with concern. "They're just trying to provoke us."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I know, Son, but it's so infuriating. I can't stand the way they make me out to be some kind of villain."

Son's expression grew stern as he squeezed my hand. "You're not a villain, Y/N. You're the love of my life, and I won't let anyone tarnish your reputation."

"Hey, Son! Is your girlfriend always such a bitch, or is that just for the cameras?"

I felt a surge of anger rise within me, but before I could respond, Son grabbed the car's radio and pressed the button. "You have no right to talk about her like that," he growled, his voice filled with a dangerous edge.

The paparazzi on the other end seemed to revel in the confrontation. "Oh, look at the tough guy! Defending his little girlfriend. What's the matter, Son? Can't handle a real woman?"

My heart pounded as I watched Son's knuckles whiten around the radio. I knew he was on the verge of losing his temper, and I feared what could happen next.

"Son, please," I urged, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. "Let's not give them the satisfaction."

He took a deep breath, his jaw clenched, and then released the radio button. The paparazzi's laughter rang through the car's speakers, but we remained resolute in our silence.

Minutes turned into hours as we finally escaped the clutches of the paparazzi. When the car pulled into the driveway of Son's secluded home, we both let out a collective sigh of relief.

Son turned to me, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I should have handled that better."

I shook my head, a small smile playing at my lips. "You were defending me, Son. I appreciate that more than you know."

He reached over and gently caressed my cheek, his touch warm and tender. "I love you, Y/N. I won't let anyone hurt you, no matter what."

[littleprincerianne]

remember when i said... "oh, a drabble/oneshot/one-off-story of little!alastor being titled radio silence would be fun cuz it's such a witty title"?

so... i tried... but also keep in mind i haven't written agere fics since six-ish years ago? this will probably be my last unless genuinely asked for (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) if y'all decide to read: cw for cussing

"for the last time, no throwing! please." charlie exasperatedly scolds, maintaining a polite and sweet tone in her speech in spite of the scene before her, only to shriek when the display dedicated to sir pentious almost got knocked over.

"al, please stop." vaggie said, sounding a lot more stern than her lover as she took it upon herself to shield the mourning display. the red-clad radio demon huffed and turned away, his usual wide grin widened further, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he giggled and once again used his limb-like shadows to throw angeldust around, only catching at the very last inch.

"no! funny!" he argues back, radio filters nowhere to be heard and his articulate vocabulary and speech being chopped down into that of a child's speech patterns.

more loud shrieks were heard as angeldust shook his head whilst being mid-air. "there's nothing hilarious about this shit, you little prick!" he yells, only to end up falling on the ground as husk finally manages to get a hold of alastor.

"you need to stop." husk reprimands whilst wrapped around the taller male, making the radio demon glare and whine as he was left unable to continue playing with angeldust. "nuh-uh, don't gotta listen to you, kitty!" alastor replies, sticking his tongue out in a cheeky manner after speaking.

angeldust laughs at the conversation before continuing to wince in pain. "gonna take that from a child, kitty?" he teases before bursting into fits of giggles at the sight before him

with the radio demon feeling little, husker had a bit more authority and autonomy, almost as if the nature of the metaphorical chains that held him down became nullified.

it was clear that he relished in these brief moments. "time-out. you've been a menace today." he sternly says, making soft tsk sounds as he grabbed alastor by the waist before gently yet firmly placing him down on the time-out chair set on one corner of the lobby.

charlie was about to step in and possibly protest about how the baby meant no harm and was just finding something fun to do on a boring day, but vaggie stopped him. "you do know you're making him brattier by the minute with that, right?" "he isn't even that bratty... which is a twist considering it's alastor we're talking about..."

the next few minutes were peaceful, almost too peaceful. alastor remained in the time-out chair despite virtually nothing compelling him to stay there. he sat, his smile a lot narrower than it usually is as soft static sounds surrounded him.

believe it or not, he was rarely ever in trouble when little, but that's usually because of an odd tendency to please whoever is with him. he remembers at different points, hell knows when, being told to be a nice little gentleman, be sweet, cause neither trouble nor harm... in short, be a perfect little angel... or as much of an angel you can be anyway...

but something was different today, he wanted to poke fun and play around for the sake of entertainment, even if it meant getting in trouble as he was sure he'd have fun regardless. spoiler alert, he doesn't feel that fun anymore.

alastor's smile fades into a pout that eventually finds itself becoming a frown before returning to a bright, albeit false, smile; this cycle continuing until niffty finally approaches.

she looks up at him and he looks back down at her, head tilted and eyes filled with an unexpectedly innocent curiosity. niffty initially addresses him with sir, only for alastor to shake his head ever so slightly.

"al?" niffty says cautiously, waiting to see if that was how the little one wanted to be addressed. "upset, aren't you?" she asks as soon as he nodded to the nickname.

the static sounds surrounding the radio demon grew louder, almost as if that was the answer to niffty's question. "you dislike the time-out chair? i can give you a cockroach puppet show while you're here!" niffty suggests, only to get no verbal response from the boy.

niffty ultimately decides to still perform her cockroach puppet show for alastor, not bothering to acknowledge his lack of a response. "alright, time out's all done, little one." charlie singsongs happily as she approached, only to be gently pushed away by the same shadowy limbs that alastor used to throw angeldust around earlier.

the princess of hell quickly picked up on the verbal silence, radio static, and the overall sad vibe. "you understand why husk got mad, right? you weren't being very nice, sweets." charlie gently says, which ended up being the last straw.

alastor's smile fully fades, replaced with a frown as he tried his best to make his sniffles inaudible. there was no clear explanation why, but he loathed being told he wasn't a good little one when little.

"hey, don't be upset!" charlie says in a panicky tone, which caught everyone else's attention. "upset?" a chorus of voices curiously repeated, turning their attention to the baby deer.

angeldust was the first to approach. "i didn't mean it when i called you a prick... at least, i won't mean it while you're little." he says in an attempt to comfort the radio demon who still kept himself as quiet as can be whilst frowning and sniffling.

alastor was having a bit of an internal debate, with a part of him insisting against crying as it was something that broke his notion of being good. "al? alastor? AL." charlie repeatedly called out, her worries deepening and worsening the moment the boy burst into tears.

static sounds surrounded the air, sounding as loud as physically possible. husk finally stepped in as he seemed to be the only one strong enough to carry the little. "hey, chill out... no one's mad at your antics anymore, mmkay?" he repeatedly whispers, rubbing circles on the radio demon's back.

hours passed and alastor finally stopped crying, though he still decided against speaking. "ha! the radio baby is radio silent today, isn't he? don't wanna speak, kiddo?" angeldust commented lightheartedly before getting nudged by vaggie.

"at the very least, you understand why throwing people around isn't allowed, yes?" vaggie says, being a lot gentler despite the usual animosity between them when alastor isn't regressed.

the radio demon nodded weakly, still pouting and sniffling. he still hasn't spoken, seeing as he eventually found himself unable to due to how hazy and tired he felt.

"still no talking from the hotel's little chatterbox? mmkay, silence is fine too..." charlie says before offering a rubber ducky her dad gave her, hoping the sight of a toy would cheer him up.

husk snickers at this. "you're giving him that of all things?" he asks the blonde, who insisted on giving the rubber ducky to the little.

alastor glared at it, fully aware of where it came from. he chucked it across the room, this time making sure to leave the sir pentious displays unscathed. "yucky." he finally mutters, making everyone laugh.

[naussensei]

Suguru's determination is bigger than Satoru's stubborness

“Sometimes I really hate you.” Utahime’s low voice shook as the tears welled her eyes. She turned to leave the field, followed by Meimei and Shoko.

Suguru stood there, rooted to the ground, like the idiot he was. Satoru had begun to walk away in the other direction. He looked at him, then looked at Utahime, and hesitated another moment, because as much as Satoru was wrong, and the right thing was to side with Utahime and join her, he had been the one who provoked Satoru. He was just as much of an ass.

“Satoru, wait…” he said as he ran after him.

Satoru sped up the pace as he heard him come, and Suguru sped as well to catch up with him.

“Hey—“

“Not now, dude. I’m not in the mood for you,” Satoru said as he took a seat on a bench, right in the middle of it, taking space with his legs so that there was no room for Suguru to sit.

Suguru stood there, not sure of what to do. They had class soon. He looked at the time, and his eyebrows furrowed with guilt.

“We have class...” he said.

“I’m not going.”

There was no bell to indicate the start of the class, but Suguru knew the minutes had passed, and neither of them were moving.

“Come on, Satoru, you’re gonna get in trouble if you don’t—“

“Seriously, dude? Leave me alone.” His head snapped up at him, his voice rising in anger like he’d never seen him before, even more so when he saw Suguru was not moving anywhere. “Do you not get it? Are you stupid or what? I don’t want you here! In fact, I don’t want you within a five meter radio around me! Leave me the fuck alone, damn it!”

Suguru’s mouth opened to protest, but he didn’t really have anything to say. He wanted to apologize, but what could he possibly say without sounding overly pathetic? ‘I’m sorry I triggered you because I got a little jealous’ . Yeah, not very gentlemanly of him.

At the lack of words, Suguru just moved to action.

“Oi, what are you doing?” Satoru said as he watched Suguru squeeze his way onto the bench right next to him. “Oi, I said leave.”

“If you’re not going to class, then I won’t go either. And we’ll both get detention for skipping class.”

“Go away! I just said I don’t want you near me!”

“And I just said I’m not going anywhere if not with you.” He turned to him with determination, and Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed at this.

They sat together in silence again, that comfortable silence Suguru had felt on their first shared break in training day, until Satoru suddenly rose on his feet.

“Fine!” He yelled. “If you’re not gonna leave, then I’m leaving! This is stupid anyway. I’m going to class.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked towards the classroom, Suguru following closely behind with a subtle smile.

From: Our Last Summer by Naus in A03

[littleacebee]

Day 2 + Day 3 of Podcast Girls Week: This too is yuri... + WIP Wednesday

(It was supposed to be for Day 2, then Day 3, but I finally finished it today, so let's pretend it's definitely not late)

Gwen anxiously waits for Dai’s and Perry return, then Morgan breaks the news to her and they face them together | Camlann (1,184 words) Read on AO3

Gwen fiddled with the yarn in her hands and looked up at the clock for the third time in the last five minutes.

They should come back by now, she thought, or at least call us. 

It’s been almost an hour since Dai and Perry left. Perry called once on walkie talkie to say they’re okay but have to get closer and they will call then. For the last forty five minutes it was complete radio silence and to say Gwen was starting to worry would be a slight understatement. 

At first she had Gwaine to look after. He would taunt and yell at knights left outside their cabin but after some time they stopped responding unless he went far outside the safe bubble and Gwen managed to convince him that he shouldn’t put himself in more danger. She took a look at his injuries but thankfully he had only few bruises and some scratches on his hand so taking care of them didn’t take long. Then she went to check on Morgan who was holding the walkie talkie in her hands like her life depended on it. Gwen checked her bandages and said that Dai and Perry can take care of themselves and are definitely okay. Morgan seemed calmed a little by her words but she didn’t loosen her grip on the walkie talkie.

Since then Gwen made everyone some tea and sandwiches, washed the dishes, added wood into the fire, took a walk along the shield barrier to check if it is still working and changed water in Galert’s bowl. Now she was sitting in the kitchen with half made sweater and ball of yarn on her lap. She managed to do whole three stitches before the nerves got to her and she started fiddling with the yarn instead of knitting. 

They are okay, she reminded herself. They are okay, Perry took their spear, Dai isn’t defenceless either, they are okay.

Of course, unless something happened to them, Arthur and knights captured them or the fire was actually a trap, said something in the back of her mind but she tried hard to ignore it.

Gwen straighten the yarn she tied around her finger. She wanted the most to go to Morgan, check all her bandages one more time and then sit next to her bed and calm herself down by looking at woman’s rising and falling chest. But she couldn’t do it. Her anxiety would only pass onto Morgan and she should be resting. So Gwen was left to fiddle with her yarn in the kitchen and to look up at the clock and then outside the window and back at the clock and so on.

And then she heard the scream. It wasn’t loud and sounded distorted but she definitely heard something. She immediately jumped on her feet and run upstairs. The door to Morgan’s room were left open and Gwen stopped at the entrance breathing heavily. 

“Everything’s all right?” she choked out looking at Morgan. She was sitting in her bed, holding the walkie talkie close to her. “Did they call?”

Morgan was looking at the device in her hands, her mouth hang slightly open. She looked up at her with shining eyes. She moved her lips as if she wanted to say something but there was no sound.

“Morgan?” Gwen walked up to her concerned. Morgan seemed fine, blood didn’t seeped through bandages, there was no fresh wounds she could see. The only reason she could think of that might have caused woman’s distress was call on the walkie talkie and her heart stopped in her chest at the mere thought of what could have happened. She kneeled next to the bed, gently reached out towards Morgan and held her hands. She looked straight into her eyes and from so close Gwen could see a smile forming on her lips. 

A smile.

“There are people, Gwen.” She whispered as if she was sharing secret of the universe. “There are people out there!”

Her smile grew, her eyes shone with joy. She threw her head back and laughed with relief Gwen never seen in her before. She would do anything to see Morgan like that everyday, to hear her laugh more often. It suited her so well. She deserved to laugh so freely.

“There are survivors! There are people! It’s not just us and them, there are other people!” Morgan voice raised and raised, laughter still audible in it. “It wasn’t one fire, there are hundreds of them!”

She started to repeat everything that Dai told her. Her smile didn’t get smaller even for a second. One of her hands let go of the walkie talkie, only to grab Gwen’s hand tightly. Gwen didn’t mind. Strong hold on her palm finally made Morgan’s words burst through fog of anxiety and shock and their meaning hit her with full force. They were not alone. There were people out there. 

She thought about all the people she lost. Her friends that died in front of her. People she met during Cataclysm that were also killed one by one leaving her alone in new wilderness. All her relatives an ocean away that she had no idea what happened to them and which she probably will never see again. Her dad that she mourned and hoped he was still alive. 

Despite all this loss and death there were still people out there. There was hope shining on the horizon. Her family might be alive somewhere. She haven’t killed everyone and maybe wasn’t doomed to kill Morgan, Dai, Perry and Gwaine. Maybe she will not be left alone again.

„There are people out there…” She murmured and locked her eyes with Morgan’s gaze. Woman smiled at her widely nodding frantically. „There are people alive.”

Broken laugh escaped her mouth. Then another and another and another until she was fully laughing alongside Morgan. Her laughter sounded a little wrong, like she needed to remember how to laugh with her full chest, without a worry some monster was waiting around the corner to snatch every bit of happiness she had. She laughed openly for all the people she lost, for ones that she might never see again but now there was actual chance they were alive. She laughed for herself - hiding in a forest or an abandoned building, with blood of yet another person she couldn’t save on her hands, alone, alone, so awfully alone.

They laughed together, uneven and broken, but together nevertheless. At some point Gwen moved forward and embraced Morgan with her free arm. Woman leaned on her putting her face in the crook of her neck, their laugh slowly ceasing. 

“We are not alone, Gwen.” She said quietly and hesitantly moved her hand still holding the walkie talkie around Gwen. 

“We are not.” She repeated feeling Morgan’s hand on her back. She hid her face in woman’s hair and closed her eyes. 

They were not alone. There were people out there, there were survivors. There was hope. They weren’t doomed from beginning. Despite everything there was hope for all of them. 

[filmbyjy]

BUSINESS PROPOSAL > thirty-seven! 3 step guide

synopsis > being the amazing friend you were, you had helped your friend who desperately did not want to go on the blind date so you went as her. however, you were dumbfounded to find out that the CEO was your friend’s blind date! hopefully, he doesn’t recognise you.

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WARNING: mentions of death (not main characters)

WORD COUNT: 1.3K words

who knew you’d partner up with park sunghoon to fool the fuck out of your crush and classmates?

ah and romin’s girlfriend. you were waiting to crush her soul. as morbit as it sounds, she did after all get back with your best friend. even if they did end their relationship in a horrible way.

talk about toxic exes. you couldn't understand why romin would even get back with her.

you were sure she was extremely cocky, thinking she has the upper hand by getting back with the person you liked. too bad though, you had the most perfect plan to crush her. you had the rich CEO boyfriend card, you had the upper hand and you were going to use that card extremely well.

sunghoon stops the car perfectly beside you. he goes out to help you place your luggages in and drives off once you had settled in the car.

"so, how do you want to fool them? we need to make them think you are utterly obsessed with me." you say. sunghoon snickers.

"you don't have to worry about a damn thing. i'll play my role well."

"i don't believe you one bit but sure, whatever floats your boat, mr.park."

he lets out a chuckle. the place was a 3 hour drive from seoul. the nearer you arrive at your destination, the more nerves you got. sunghoon noticed that and so he hands you a lollipop. you tilt your head.

"it's cherry flavoured. it was my childhood candy i had whenever i got nervous or scared at the doctor's. my mom used to give them to me before she-" he pauses. you notice how he was keeping silent, grabbed the lollipop and opened it up. right after, you popped the candy into your mouth.

"thanks."

"any time."

the conversation didn't continue further, just the sound of the radio soaking up the silence. about 30 minutes later, the both of you had finally arrived at the destination. luckily for you, you had already checked in to the hotel room. sunghoon's room was just across from yours. there was a small balcony and so you decided to bask in the view.

however, it was cut short when rain started pouring out of nowhere. you went back in and shut the balcony door. it was almost time to meet up with those girls. which meant you had to get ready. it took you about 20 minutes to done. the rain was unfortunately not stopping. the girls had texted about 5 minutes ago on the change of venue and so you went to tell sunghoon.

you knocked and clicked on the doorbell 3 times but to no avail, sunghoon didn't open the door.

was he sleeping?

you texted him but he didn't reply. you remembered that in case of any emergency, sunghoon and you exchanged the extra room key. you tapped the card and unlocked the door. thunder rumbling and the heavy rain pouring in the background.

you realised the balcony door to sunghoon's room was wide open. you went to shut it but he was nowhere to be found.

"sunghoon?"

"hey, we have to leave soon!"

"park sunghoon??"

the bathroom door was shut. as if someone was inside, okay maybe he was in the bathroom and you just didn't notice. you knocked on the door.

"sunghoon?"

"yah, are you shitting right now?"

"bad tummyache?"

"do you want me to get medicine for you or something?"

"no." you hear him voice out. his voice sounded weak, you could hear a little tremble.

"hey, are you really okay? you sound-"

"please just leave."

"but you don't sound-"

"LEAVE!" he yells.

you flinched. you left his room hesitantly, you knew better than to meddle with his business. after all, you two barely knew each other. since you couldn't tell him about the change in location, you had texted him about it.

you: i'm sorry if i overstepped your boundaries. i won't ask about what happened to you. i just came over to tell you that due to the weather, the girls had moved the meet up to the hotel's banquet. you don't have to go if you're not feeling well, i'll just make up an excuse that my boyfriend wasn't feeling too well.

you: take care though.

you hit send and left for the meet up. sunghoon's phone lights up, he reads the message. a tear rolls down his cheek as he hugs his knees tightly to his chest. he feels his body shaking as he remembers the incident.

the incident that led to his mom's death.

"(name) it's great to you again!" one of the girls squeak.

"great to see you again."

"unfortunate how yujin couldn't make it due to her work."

"right, it's really unfortunate."

"anyways, she mentioned that you had a boyfriend."

"yes, we heard you actually brought him here."

"mhm, where is he?"

her, your main target for today. the girl who has ruined your chances with romin. honestly, you could care less about him. he already lost his chance. it's time you moved on anyways. besides, there was already someone you'd rather pick.

"he is-"

you felt an arm slung around you.

"sorry I had a very important call to pick up. i'm not too late, right?"

you turned to face sunghoon. he had a smirk right across his face, his stupidly handsome face. you turned back to look at your friends. they were all in shock.

just how you planned.

everyone settles down and ordered their own food. you were shocked at the prices of the food. it was way over your budget. you looked up at sunghoon.

"it's expensive, are you sure i can ingest this?" you whisper. sunghoon snickers.

"what's so funny?"

> you are now watching sunghoon's 3 step guide to wooing fake girlfriend's friends

step 1: show off how much you love her

"nothing. just a small inside joke i have with my girl.

you could hear small gasps. seems like sunghoon was playing his role well.

step 2: the money, women love that. they will definitely be jealous

"i've noticed the food here is a little overpriced." sunghoon says.

"right, omg. i agree."

"nothing a little card can't fix." sunghoon shows off his black credit card. once again, they gasp. romin's ex girlfriend, harin, rolls her eyes and scoffs.

you hid your face. sunghoon coos at you.

"is my girl a little shy?"

"sunghoon, i need to run to the bathroom."

"oh i see." you stood up but sunghoon does the same.

3rd step: show off your loyalty ;)

"what if you get hurt, love? i won't forgive myself." sunghoon slings his arm around yours as he clings to you.

it was like you could imagine puppy ears animated onto him. what was this? a webtoon? you shook your head.

the girls were melting. how could hook such a fine gentleman. however, clearly someone wasn't too happy.

once dinner time was over, everyone decides to leave (not before paying of course).

"we had such an amazing time today. (name), you really caught the most perfect guy ever." you smiled at her words.

"well, it's late. i am sure you ladies need to sleep, my girl needs her beauty rest."

"oh of course, hope you two have a great sleep." they wink. you gave them a fake smile and pulled sunghoon away from them.

"good job fooling them. i think they really like you."

"that's a relief." you made it at the front of your hotel room door.

"hey, umm-nevermind. sleep well, they may just out of nowhere plan something. i'll text you if anything happens." you say. just as you were about to leave, sunghoon grabs your wrist.

"how about i plan something fun for them. after all, i heard romin is coming tomorrow. we need to fool him too."

"what do you mean?"

you were not expecting the next thing that happened the morning after.

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Would It Be Enough?

Chapter 19 - Holding Out Hope

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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Original FMC 8.2k words - AO3 Link

The nurses quickly wheeled Emma away to run tests, setting up an IV and pushing contrast dye for a CT scan. The doctor wasn’t sure how far some of the injuries went and the knife wound in her shoulder was now pouring blood after it had been ripped open again as she fought against Ghost’s hold. Alex and Ghost followed behind before they were held up at the doors to go past the waiting room, Alex having to translate as best as he could to Ghost that they were to hang back. While Alex knew Russian and could muddle through Ukrainian the medical jargon was way out of his league and adding in the rushed voices, he struggled to piece it all together.

“Gaz, Price how copy?” Ghost asked into his comms as he walked over to the empty receptionist desk and leaned over to see if he could find something to clean himself up with. His grey Russian uniform had more blood on it than he realized outside in the semi-darkness. He knew most of it was Emma’s but he had also felled a few men up close and their blood splattered onto him.

“Hold,” came Price’s voice over the radio. His voice sounded strained and Alex and Ghost could both hear people loudly talking in the background for the brief second Price came over the radio.

Alex turned around to look at the empty waiting room, shifting his gun off his shoulder and resting it on the chair next to him as he sat down. The place was eerily quiet after the past, well however long it had been, of shooting, yelling, bombing, alarms, a loud truck ride over, and Emma’s screaming. His ears were ringing with the silence and he rubbed them a bit before Ghost tossed him a roll of paper towels he had found.

“Best I could find,” Ghost stated as he turned his back to face a window to try and see his reflection and wipe up. The hospital staff seemed uncomfortable enough as it was with all the extra guards and guns around. He doubted they would let them back into the rooms when Emma and Soap were stable if they were filthy. He wasn’t thinking of any other alternatives to the situation because to him there wasn’t any. Both of them were going to walk, or limp, away from this and they’d all finish taking down the ring Crane had been working for.

“On our way to you,” Price came back over the radio a few minutes later.

The background from their location was quiet now and Ghost and Alex both stared at the double doors waiting for the two other men to appear. Alex had given up trying to clean himself up, the blood was dried and the paper towels weren’t doing anything but rubbing his skin. He needed a shower or at a minimum a sink to clean himself off in, then maybe have his hands looked over and patched. The joints were starting to ache and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had broken a few of the small bones in them.

When the double doors pushed open Alex shot up from his seat and Ghost came to stand next to him, his hands gripping his gun tight as if it were grounding him. Price and Gaz both looked a mess, both dirty and haggard, the stress of everything etched all over their faces. Gaz was staring down at the floor where a streak of blood ran across the tile and disappeared behind the now lightly swinging door, something neither Ghost nor Alex noticed before. Was it Emma’s or Soaps?

“They got him back,” Price said after a moment and Alex let out a breath and visibly let his shoulders relax from where they had locked up. Ghost still hadn’t let go of his gun but he shifted his weight a bit on his feet as if to unfreeze himself. “No guarantees though, they warned the likelihood he’ll make it out of surgery,” he was cut off by Ghost.

“He made it this far, he’s not one to give up,” Ghost stated not letting Price finish his sentence. It was bad luck to talk about the chances of something working. After all the bad things that had happened to them in the past week, Ghost wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Emma?” Alex asked as he reached down grabbed the discarded paper towel roll and tossed it to Gaz who was wiping at his eyes with his face mask.

“They’re working on her. I couldn’t get much from them without the translator but they took her for a scan and are going to work on patching up her back. She lost a lot of blood,” he paused his eyes catching on the streak of blood that Gaz had seen before. “They were giving her blood before I was pushed out the room. It’s going to be a while before we hear anything for either of them.” Reaching up he removed his helmet and set it down on the receptionist’s counter before fumbling around in his pockets for his satellite phone. “I need to talk to Laswell and Graves,” he paused and pointed at Alex’s hand which he was massaging with his other hand, “get that looked at.”

“I guess we should get comfortable,” Gaz muttered as he grabbed a chair and pulled it out of the line formation so he could face Ghost and Alex versus sitting next to them in a line. “Fill me in on what happened with you all,” he said after a moment as he started to rip off his Russian gear and worked on his bulletproof vest. “Because I apparently missed a lot. I’m assuming Crane is where he belongs?” His last sentence was a snarl before Alex started to fill in both Ghost and Gaz on what happened.

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The pain was blinding, it felt like her whole body was on fire and her skin was too tight on her back like it was stretched thin. Emma gasped as she shifted but found she couldn’t get far like she was stuck. She attempted to move again but whatever held her did not budge and she felt herself start to panic. It was like she was back in that room being tied down. Was she still there? Had everything that happened been some sort of hallucination or nightmare? Snapping her eyes open, though they felt as if they were weighed down, Emma looked around but everything was too bright. She squinted and groaned and when the sound left her body, she heard movement near her. She tried to open her eyes again and a blurry figure came into view causing her to flinch.

“Emma,” the voice said, they sounded concerned. “Emma, you need to relax,” they said with a tone of calm command. Now Emma could hear a machine beeping as her body started to catch up with her brain. She recognized that sound, it was a heart monitor and it was beeping quickly and another alarm went off; blood pressure. “Emma, you’re safe. You’re in a hospital bed, we got you out.” It was as if this person knew exactly what she was thinking, the fear must have been obvious in her face and body language.

Finally, she registered who was speaking to her. Alex, it was Alex’s voice. If Alex was there then everything had happened, it wasn’t a horrible nightmare, and she needed to get to Johnny. She curled her hand, though it felt like it took forever for her fingers to react before she attempted to push down on the bed to lift herself. Her arm shook and she didn’t get anywhere, her elbow flaring out to the side uselessly. That’s when she realized she was rolled on her right side and propped around a pillow, not on her back.

“If you don’t relax, they’re going to knock you out again,” Alex warned as Emma cried out at the pain in her back. The heart rate monitor started to beep more rapidly and she heard footsteps approach along with more voices, voices talking in words she didn’t understand and tones she didn’t recognize. She blinked a few times to try and get her eyes to focus and attempted to open her mouth to speak but her tongue felt like sandpaper and wouldn’t cooperate. “Emma he’s alive, he hasn’t woken up but he’s alive. Please you need to calm down,” Alex warned as hands gripped her and pulled her onto her side again causing her to shriek out. Alex cursed and said something to the person manhandling her, but Emma wasn’t sure what it was. She stretched her hand out toward the blurred figure that was Alex, her eyes beseeching him to help her up before the familiar tingling in her face started and she blacked out again.

Alex was glaring at the nurse who had grabbed Emma pulled her roughly back to her side and injected her with more sedative. She had already been kept under for a full day, the translator explaining she needed rest and minimal movement, but Alex didn’t like how panicked she looked before being put back to sleep again. She deserved to know what was happening and being asleep was only prolonging the inevitable. If they could just speak to her and explain he knew they would all feel better, the guilt of everything that had happened when they got to the hospital was eating away at him. He knew Ghost was bothered by it too but he would never say it out loud.

“How long this time?” Alex asked the woman, knowing he was butchering the words in Ukrainian, as he dropped back down into the chair he had been parked in. He hadn’t left the room for longer than a few minutes since they had been allowed back to be with Emma and Soap. Soap had been trusting him to make sure Emma was safe, and he wasn’t about to break that promise now. Granted the hospital was probably the most secure place for the next fifty miles. Shadow company was still placed around outside, and along the roads, and the 141 was still armed to the teeth. The hospital staff didn’t seem to appreciate walking into rooms with men fully armed in them but they didn’t voice their displeasure, just glared.

The woman answered him that it would be a few hours and Alex sighed before he sank down so he could rest his head on the wall to close his eyes and wait. The Shadow Company clothes that Graves had handed over, after a few snide comments about how unsanitary they looked for a hospital, were a bit tight. His clothes had been completely trashed, ripped, and soaked with blood and when he saw himself in the mirror in the bathroom Alex almost didn’t recognize himself. There was blood all over his face, caked in his beard and hair and his knuckles were split deep and swollen. He politely gave the nurses a few minutes to clean up his wounds once he was presentable but declined anything else from them. The throbbing in his hands kept his mind awake so he didn’t doze off for too long, preferring to be as alert as possible for when Emma came around.

The sun had set a few hours before Emma stirred once again, groaning in her half-asleep state as she peeled her eyes open. The room was dim now so it didn’t hurt her eyes as she glanced around the place to try and take everything in. Last time she had woken up already in a panic and they knocked her back out again so she was doing her best to keep it quiet. Her eyes found Alex sleeping lightly in a chair by her bed, his head back on the wall and hands resting on his stomach. His large gun was propped between his legs and he had his sidearm strapped to his leg. His clothes were different though, solid black, and she could see the shadow insignia patch on his shoulder. Skirting her eyes away from him she glanced down at herself, following the IV line from her arm up to the drip bag and the heart and blood pressure monitor. She also had a nasal cannula on a low flow in her nose and was still propped on her side, the ache in her hips and shoulder told her she had been like this for hours. She knew it was to keep the pressure off her back, which she assumed was nothing but raw cut-up flesh, but it still hurt to be left on just one side.

“Alex,” Emma croaked out after a moment, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper. He didn’t stir and she cleared her throat and tried again. The second time he snapped up instantly, his hand shooting out to grab his gun before he whipped his head around to find Emma looking at him.

“Shit, sorry. You haven’t been up long, have you?” Alex asked as he shoved the gun away and quickly rose from the chair. He looked concerned as he knelt to be in Emma’s view better, his hands resting on the bed guardrails. “How are you feeling, can I get you anything?” His eyes glanced over at her monitors to make sure she was stable before going back to her again. Emma moved her lips to talk again but she just coughed. “Hang on,” he muttered before rising and disappearing from the room for a second.

Emma stared at the side of the door to her room for him to return, hands reaching up to yank the nasal cannula out of her nose. She could breathe just fine on her own and the oxygen was cold and irritating her skin. When Alex returned, he had a cup of ice chips and Emma took it from him gratefully before sighing. She couldn’t quite get this to work on her side, her right arm was completely numb from laying on it and she had to physically move her fingers with her other hand to get her right side to hold the cup.

“Don’t,” Alex warned when he saw Emma grit her teeth and move to roll onto her back. “Let me help you at least,” he added as she ignored him and tried to shift her weight again. He gently grabbed her left upper arm and let her lean back into his hand before pushing with his palm to ease her down. She puffed out her cheeks in an attempt to keep the cry of pain in and Alex flinched as she shuffled her body a bit, hearing the bandaged rustle under her. “They put you on your side for a reason,” Alex admonished as Emma rapidly breathed and winced at the pressure on her back. Her heart rate monitor had shot up at the movement and Alex’s eyes cut to the door but no one came in.

Emma felt like she was burning from the backs of her legs all the way up to her neck, the pain was everywhere. She knew there were pain meds in her IV because there would be no way she could have kept her sounds to herself when she moved if there weren’t. Her body hurt but there was also a bit of an out-of-body feeling to everything that was happening as well, like everything was a little delayed. Bringing the ice chips up to her mouth Emma dumped half of them in and moved them around her mouth. The cold water was a nice contrast to how dry her mouth was and she sucked in some air before downing the rest.

“Where’s Johnny?” Emma asked, her voice back though still hoarse. Alex was hovering at her side, his hand moving to take the now empty cup from her to go get her more. She watched him hesitate before he set the cup down on the small nightstand. “I want to see him,” she stated a bit more forcefully as she stared up at Alex.

“He’s in a room down the hall,” Alex answered, his hands moving to rest on the guardrails of her bed. “He’s alive Emma but,” he reached up and ran a hand through his hair roughly as if he wasn’t sure how to word the next part, or if he even should.

“Just tell me,” Emma ground out as she shifted up further on the bed, testing out to see how useful, or useless, her arms were. She had feeling back in her right hand though the pins and needles were torture as she put weight on it. “It’s my job, my one job on this team, so tell me, Alex. I don’t need you to handle me,” she would have snapped the last words if she had the strength to.

“He’s on life support,” Alex answered, his hands twitching to help her but stopping as he caught the tone in her last words. He knew she would be pissed at him and he wasn’t about to set her off if he could avoid it. “He died twice on the table, but they got him back,” he quickly tacked on the last bit before continuing. “He was in surgery for hours before they declared him critical but stable. He hasn’t shown any signs of waking up,” Alex sighed as Emma’s heart rate picked back up again as if anticipating what his next words were. “They aren’t sure he will wake up, Emma. They haven’t written him off yet, but the odds aren’t great. I’m sorry,” his final words were pained as if he were sorry for her and himself.

“I don’t care about odds,” Emma answered as she pushed herself to sit up, a whine she couldn’t control in her throat from the pain. “I want to see him,” she ordered as she continued to shift, moving to rip off the sticky pads of her heart monitor.

“You need to stay in bed,” Alex answered as he moved to gently touch her shoulder to push her back. Emma twisted away from him as best as she could before flinging the wires away, the heart rate monitor flatlining at the loss of contact on her skin. “You’re going to rip open all your wounds. You lost so much blood Emma, it took two full bags of blood and countless stitches to fix you,” Alex tried but Emma was shifting herself down the bed, closing her eyes against the pain. His eyes cut to the window in the door where he saw a nurse appear but he made a quick slashing motion with his hand for them to leave. Price out in the hall noticed and walked over to intercept, Alex was not going to let them put Emma back under again until she had calmed down and knew all the details.

“I am going to him,” Emma answered as her shaking hands moved to drop the guardrails on her bed so she could push her legs over. “My stitches will hold, if they rip then they can fix them. I doubt it will hurt nearly as much as the whip,” she continued and Alex moved to drop the guard rails for her. “And if it does, they can just give me pain meds. I’m sure I’m on about four different things at the moment, what’s one more.”

“Let me help at least,” Alex finally relented as the rails dropped and Emma swung her legs over the edge. He turned to grab at her IV pole so he could pull it closer and wheel it alongside her.

“Don’t touch me,” Emma snapped as she rounded on him. She saw the hurt flash across his face but she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. “Last time you tried to help me you knocked me out,” she answered as she scooted her butt to the edge so her feet hit the floor. “I begged you to take me to him and you fucking sedated me. It could have been the last time, the last…” she sniffed. She knew why he had done it; it had been the right call as far as making sure she survived but it didn’t matter. She had begged, cried, and fought but he and Ghost took her choice away from her. “Just back off Alex,” she finished, “I don’t need you.”

Alex hesitated as he held his hands out, palms up, in surrender. “Fine,” he finally stated, knowing he deserved what she was throwing at him. “Then let me get someone to help you. If you try to stand up you are going to fall on your face,” he stated and he knew by the way Emma flicked her eyes up at him she knew it too. “Stay there for a second,” he ordered before walking out of the room.

Emma’s eyes stared at the door as she saw the back of Alex’s head talking with Price before Gaz walked up from the left with cups of what she guessed was coffee. Gaz’s eyes cut to the room and locked with Emma’s before he gave Price his cup and he walked toward the door and poked his head inside. “Give me a minute to find you a chair,” he stated, it was more of a plea for her to stay seated than it was a command. When Emma nodded her agreement, he shut the door again and disappeared leaving Emma to stare down at the floor. She knew Alex and Price were in the hall talking and watching her but she wasn’t going to stare at them. Her mind was too busy focusing on tampering down the pain and getting to Johnny.

“Here,” Gaz said as he backed into the room with a wheelchair that had certainly seen better days, the seat was torn in places and there was duct tape on the handles. “I’m going to help you into the chair,” he pushed the thing up in front of Emma and locked the wheels, “whether you like it or not.” He added seeing the mutinous look on Emma’s face before moving to stand next to her. When she gave a small nod he slipped his hands under her armpits, careful to avoid bandages, and helped heft her up into a standing potion. Emma winced and held her spot for a moment to try and get her bearings, the sudden movement had made her lightheaded. “The nurse is not happy you’re up and has gone to get the doctor, so we need to move quick,” Gaz tacked on before Emma shifted and slowly turned her feet so she could sit down in the chair.

“What do I do with this?” Gaz asked as he followed the IV that was in Emma’s arm up to the pole it was on. “Alex would be better at this,” he muttered knowing full well that Emma had kicked him out. “You know any of us would have done what he and Ghost did right?” Gaz asked as he unhooked the IV bag from the pole and figured out on his own how to hook it on the shaky pole on the wheelchair. “Honestly Price probably would have told them to keep you sedated for a few days. Especially with how you are acting now, you shouldn’t even be moving. Alex has been fighting for you to be able to get up.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Emma answered finally as Gaz leaned over undid the locks on her chair, and wheeled her out. “I’ll talk with Alex later,” she added as Gaz backed them into the hallway. The hospital was older and well-worn from what she could see, paint was chipping off the walls, the floor tiles were mismatched and faded and some of the ceiling lights didn’t even work. She was seriously doubting how well this staff could operate to save Johnny but then she remembered the hospital she had been working at at the start of all of this. Just because the building was decrepit and not functional didn’t mean the staff was. Alex and Price were still standing outside her room watching as they came out but Emma adverted her eyes from them.

“You need to brace yourself,” Gaz said quietly as they stopped outside a door a few down from hers. “I know you deal with this all the time,” he started as Emma pushed up a bit in her seat to try and see in the window of the room, but she was too short down in the chair. Her back ached as she reached down to grab the wheels to push herself in but Gaz held the arms of the chair tight. “But it’s going to be different when it’s someone you know,” he finished as Emma looked up at him.

“If you all don’t stop trying to protect me or treating me like I don’t know my own mind I am going to lose it. I’ll get a nurse to bring me in,” Emma snapped as she leaned forward to try and grab at the door, hissing as the skin on her back pulled against the stitches. “I can handle more than you know,” she finished as Gaz finally relented and opened the door to push her inside.

“I know,” he answered quietly, “you just shouldn’t have to.” Rolling her around Gaz backed them into the room and Emma twisted to try and see behind her. She only saw Gaz’s chest however but she could hear the machines. The telltale noise of a heart rate monitor, a breathing machine, a blood pressure cuff releasing air after getting its latest reading, and another quiet alarm Emma wasn’t sure of. Gaz finally turned her to face the room in full and Emma let out a small gasp at what she saw, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

She knew what to expect, she had seen plenty of patients on ventilators in her career but Gaz had not been wrong that it was different when it was someone you knew. Soap was laid back in the bed in a slight incline, and a hospital gown that opened in the front covered his shoulders but exposed his chest where heart rate monitors were stuck. He had a breathing tube down his throat that led to a machine and he had multiple other tubes connected to him and a few sticky pads around his head to scan for brain activity. The blood pressure cuff that was on his other arm from where he had been shot was deflated and Emma’s eyes darted to the machine to look at his latest reading. It was stable. Her eyes quickly roved over the rest of his monitors and everything looked as it should, he even had brain activity even if they said he wasn’t breathing on his own and wouldn’t wake.

“Johnny,” Emma breathed out feeling the tears on her face not realizing she had started crying at the sight of him. Gaz obediently rolled her over to the side of the bed and locked the wheels in before stepping away without a word. Her hand shot out to grab Soap’s, it was warm but limp as she curled her fingers into his and squeezed. He was alive. The last she had seen him he had been dead and that thought alone pulled a painful sob from her chest as she ran her thumb over the back of his hand. “I’m here,” she said quickly as she scooted up in her chair a bit to get closer, her eyes taking all of him in as she brushed a kiss to his knuckles.

He was still pale but they had cleaned him up, all the blood and dirt was gone from his face and body. The gunshot to his left arm was wrapped up tight and she could see the tops of the bandages around the stab wound peeking from under the blankets he was tucked in. He needed a shave, the hair on his face was dark from what she could see around the breathing apparatus and she knew he would complain about it being itchy if he woke up. When he woke up. His knuckles had cuts along the back of them and he had other nicks and scrapes up his arms that they hadn’t bothered to cover or wrap since they were shallow.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get her sooner,” Emma continued to talk as she grabbed his hand with her other one now so his was cradled in her grasp. “They knocked me out for a bit. Alex and I are going to have some words at some point,” she huffed, “Ghost too for that matter but I may need you to back me up on that one.” She grinned a bit before leaning her head down to rest her cheek against his fingertips. It was an odd feeling to hold his hand and not have him hold it back. Even before she realized she had feelings for him he was always grabbing at her, trying to touch or hold her. From gently holding her hips when he was teaching her how to throw a punch, pressing up against her leg under the table where no one could see during briefs, and even grasping her hand during dinner despite the risks of being caught.

Emma stayed with Soap for a while, she wasn’t sure how much time had passed that she sat there just holding his hand and talking. A nurse had come in a few times to check on his lines and even looked over her IV and set up another drip without saying a word. At some point, Emma had laid her head down on the bed and closed her eyes because when she opened them again the sun was rising and someone was sitting in the open chair across from them. She jolted as she made eye contact with Ghost before cursing at the pain from the sudden movement.

“When did you get here?” Emma asked as she leaned up on her elbows and gently pulled her hands away from Soap’s. His fingers were laced gently into hers and she stared at them for a second wondering if she had done that without realizing in her sleep. Ghost was in a simple black face mask that only covered from his nose to his chin with loops behind the ears, the least she had ever seen in him. His hair was flat to his head and Emma wondered if he had even bothered showering these past few days.

“Been here a while,” Ghost said simply, “you were talking in your sleep,” he tacked on as Emma rubbed her hands down her face and glanced over at Soap’s monitors. Everything was still the same, no fluctuations, good or bad.

“I need to talk to his doctors, get a rundown of his charts, and see what next steps are,” Emma stated as she laid Soap’s hand in a more comfortable position at his side. “Alex said he’s been stable since surgery?” She inquired looking over at Ghost who just nodded once, his eyes were on Soap not bothering to look at her.

“You need rest,” he finally said. “You’ve been in here for hours and your bandages need changing, so do his,” he continued pointing to Soap where a small tinge of red had appeared on his arm. “And before you start your shit,” he snapped off noticing how Emma opened her mouth to retort and she had twisted her face in a grimace, “I kept them away. The doctors have been hounding Price to get you out of here but I told them to fuck off. And you need to knock off the attitude with Alex as well. He hasn’t left your side since you got here willingly. Not once.” He shifted in the chair to lean forward resting his elbows on his thighs to look Emma fully in the face from the other side of the bed. “Price ordered him out to get looked over by the nurses and get cleaned up. Even then he was gone less than twenty minutes. He all but forced me to sit with you for that time as well, he didn’t want you to wake up alone.” He was tired and yawned behind the mask before running a hand through his greasy hair. “I don’t hear you giving me grief when I was the one that forced you to stay back,” he raised an eyebrow, “why is that?”

“I just haven’t had time,” Emma answered him as she leaned back a bit in the chair not letting her back brush against the support. “And I doubt you care about how I feel anyway.”

Ghost simply laughed for a moment, nodding his head before he leaned away into the chair again. “Nice of you to just assume,” he said after a moment, “you’re part of this team Emma, whether I liked it or not in the beginning. I’m not going to lie and tell you I was okay with it at first, I thought you were a burden and a fucking distraction for Johnny, and Alex, for that matter,” he shook his head. “But Johnny convinced me to be patient, to try and see. He wanted it to work out, I’d never seen him so desperate for something,” he paused and looked over at Soap again, pointedly not looking at Emma. “So, I did, but only for him. Because he doesn’t have anything else. His bloody family are worthless pieces of shit so this unit is his life. I went hard on you to get you caught up, to teach you how to survive with us because he needed that. He needed you to be around.”

The silence dragged on for a while but Emma didn’t dare interrupt as she watched Ghost, watched as his eyes darted over Soap’s face, to his monitors, down to his hands which twitched involuntarily on the sheets. But then finally Ghost cut his eyes over to Emma and finished. “You’re still a pain in my ass and a burden, but I do care because I care about him. Alex and I did what we had to do to keep you safe and from being the next one dead on arrival. Because if he woke up and you were gone, he may as well have never woken up at all.”

Emma sat in silence as she mulled over everything Ghost had said to her, the revelations hitting her one right after the other like slaps to the face. She had never given Ghost any sort of credit or grace, always assumed he hated her and was just taking things out on her but she was wrong. Alex had been right all those times telling her to trust him but she still couldn’t see past it because she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts. Sure, Ghost never let on that he liked her but she should have trusted the rest of the team when they assured her it was fine. Ghost just took time, he needed to warm up and she was sure that this betrayal by Crane was going to set him back once again.

“I didn’t,” Emma started trying to figure out what to say to all of that. “I’m sorry,” she finally said after a moment not sure what else she could possibly say though apologizing didn’t feel right either. “I didn’t know about any of that, I just thought,” she stopped again and bit the inside of her cheek trying to think of the right thing to say but nothing came.

“Don’t apologize to me, I don’t need it,” Ghost said as he kicked his legs out in front of him and crossed his ankles over one another. “Apologize to Alex when you see him, he’s waiting for you in your room,” he finished before raising his hand to wave someone in.

Emma turned to the door to see a nurse standing there and she came up to Emma and said something she didn’t understand, but Emma knew anyway. She could tell by the gesture the woman wanted to wheel her out of the room and take her back for a bandage change and some rest. Even after all the sleep Emma had she still felt exhausted. “You’ll let me know if anything changes?” Emma asked Ghost and he merely nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Thank you,” she said quietly before reaching out and giving Soap’s hand one last squeeze before she was wheeled out of the room.

Ghost had been correct. Alex was in Emma’s room waiting for her, a tray of food propped in his lap as he scarfed down a sandwich. Emma gave him a small smile before the nurse helped her back into the bed and rolled her to the side. She quickly pulled the curtains around them to give them privacy before opening up the back of Emma’s gown and pulling off her bandages. The stitches needed cleaning and she applied some ointment on the skin that had dried out. Emma hissed and squirmed through the whole thing before it was finally done and she was rolled back onto her back again.

“Peace offering,” Alex said as he grabbed a tray of food Emma hadn’t seen before from her bedside and set it on her lap. “It’s hospital food so it’s not any good but I figured you were hungry,” he explained as he grabbed a cup of water as well and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” Emma said a bit awkwardly before she sighed and looked away from the food on her lap to Alex’s face. “I’m sorry,” she said and genuinely meant it, “I was horrible. After everything you all did and I just,” she sighed and felt like she was going to cry again. These men had all been through hell for her. They nearly lost, and could still lose, a member of their family because of her. They had been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust and she was just having a temper tantrum like a child. “It’s been a long few days,” she finished and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands.

Alex pulled his chair up beside the bed and rested his forearms on the guardrails gently, taking her cup of water back so she could grab her sandwich and eat. “I get it,” he said after a moment, “I would have been mad too. But Soap gave me a job and I wasn’t about to slack on it,” he smiled a bit at her face. “Oh yes. We had a nice chat after Crane decided to air all my dirty laundry,” he winced a bit from the embarrassment. “Speaking of that,” he trailed off for a moment before continuing, “you know that it’s not like that for me. Not anymore. When I realized how you looked at Johnny and he looked back at you I knew it wasn’t my place. I don’t want there to be any,” he stopped as Emma reached out and lightly put her hand on his arm.

“You don’t have to explain,” Emma said before pulling her hand back. “I know Crane was just trying to get under everyone’s skin. Trying to goad everyone on and to fight amongst themselves. He was just using me as a pawn,” she sighed a bit before turning back to her food. Her stomach growled but she felt nauseated just thinking about Crane and everything that had happened. She had been too consumed thinking about Johnny to even begin to process everything else that had happened. “Do you think I can get a look at Johnny’s charts tomorrow? I’ll need a translator,” she was changing the subject and Alex latched onto it gratefully.

“I think that can be arranged,” he grinned and nudged her tray of food to indicate for her to eat. “You should also know that Laswell reached out to your family,” he grimaced at Emma’s glower. He knew all about how her mother could be. “She didn’t really have a choice, but I think Laswell managed to knock her into her place a bit. She stopped calling every hour on the hour for an update so that’s an improvement, right?” He laughed.

“What about Johnny’s family?” Emma asked she didn’t want to think about having to deal with her mother at the moment, she was going to be a nightmare. Soap never really talked much about his family aside from small snippets in stories here and there. “Do they know what happened?” Based on what Ghost had said not long ago they either knew and didn’t care or no one bothered to tell them anyway.

“Ah, well, Laswell got ahold of his father,” Alex shrugged, “that’s all I know. Johnny won’t want him, or any of them, here anyway. We’re more of a family to him than they are.” He handed Emma her water which she downed before finishing up the last few bites of her meager meal. “Get some rest. I’ll track down the translator and Johnny’s charts for when you wake up and we can talk more then.”

“You’ll wake me if anything changes?” Emma asked with a raise of her eyebrows as she shuffled back a bit on the bed and winced a little. She doubted anything would change in the next few hours but critical patients could go downhill fast and without much warning.

“Promise,” Alex said as he walked toward the door and flipped off the light in the room. “Gaz is right outside if you need anything, I’ll be back in a bit.”

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Emma’s days were completely warped as they moved by. Her sleep schedule was off, unable to stay under for long before the pain in her body woke her up. When she wasn’t being treated herself, she was in Johnny’s room, finally able to walk on her own after a few days, though she never went alone. Someone always walked alongside her to make sure she kept her footing and it had been slow going, having to use the wall with her hand to guide her. The Shadows had left their post after about three days, deeming the area safe enough with local law enforcement and the 141 there. Though Price had left the day before for a briefing which left the group down to three active members.

While Emma was making progress in her healing Johnny was still in the same spot, not going up or down in his unconscious status. His body reacted to outside stimuli which was a promising sign, he would twitch his feet away if they were tickled and he had even blinked his eyes open once. Emma didn’t let herself get overly excited at that though, knowing that it was normal body movement for him to do that since he had brain activity. The biggest improvement, aside from his healing wounds, was his body was fighting the ventilator as of recent. His lungs were attempting to breathe on their own and he had gagged on the tube a few times. After meeting with his care team it was decided to try and remove the breathing tube and after a few nerve-wracking minutes, he was breathing steadily without help.

“Morning,” Emma breathed as she leaned down to kiss Soap’s forehead before sliding into her usual chair next to him. She wasn’t on an IV anymore, only taking pain meds orally as needed with her antibiotics. “They finally let me take a shower this morning, it was interesting, to say the least. I haven’t had a shower in, well over two weeks?” She shrugged and ran her hands through her hair which was still damp. They had of course given her sponge baths and washed her hair in a bucket but a shower was something different. It felt freeing to stand under the water, even if a nurse was in the bathroom with her watching and waiting.

Grabbing his chart Emma glanced over everything that had transpired overnight. They had noted a spike in his brain activity when Gaz had been in there and played some music a few days back so Emma had added that into his rotation of care. Reaching over Emma flipped the switch on the radio before she went back to reading over his latest blood draw and medication. She needed to find out if they had heard back from the hospital in London about the medication that had a chance of waking him. There were risks, but the rewards looked promising, and she wanted all of the information on it before they tried administering it.

Emma continued to lightly chat with Soap, even if it was one-sided, as she popped open a laptop Alex had given her so she could continue to work on her research. She had found when any of them talked to Soap he would be a bit more active, spikes in his brain activity and he even moved a bit more. She was determined that he would wake up, even the other doctors were starting to be hopeful but everyone kept it realistic. His living was the first hurdle, waking up was the next, and last would be to see if he was still the same. He had died a total of three times and went without oxygen for who knew how long so there were many variables. But that didn’t matter to Emma, she had a horrendous accident that should have permanently altered her life but she managed to push through and come out the other side. Johnny was stronger than her so she had faith.

“Emma,” a voice called from the door to reveal Gaz with a phone in his hand. “Your mum,” he smirked before walking in and handing her the phone. Her mother had been insufferable. Demanding constant updates, wanting to know if Emma was coming home, then wanting to know the status of her job and how much this hospital visit was going to cost. At one point Emma had hung up on her and refused to answer the phone when she called four times in a row and Price finally stepped in to say she was busy and she’d call back later.

“Hello,” Emma said as she cradled the phone against her ear and kept typing on the laptop only half listening. This phone call started out cordial, asking how Emma was feeling and how her recovery was going. Emma hadn’t dared tell her a word about Soap, not because she cared her mother knew but because she knew her mother would latch on to something else to pester about. Emma answered with her usual ‘yes’ and ‘uh-huh’ as her mom prattled on but then the question about money came back up again and Emma narrowed her eyes and stopped typing.

“Mother, if you keep asking me about money and my job, I’m going to start thinking that’s all you care about,” she stated and shifted her head to the side a bit to move the phone to her other ear. Her mother quickly turned defensive stating there were bills to be paid and she needed to know how much Emma would be providing. “Tell me what you need and I’ll wire what I can to you,” Emma answered simply. She had learned long ago to not give her mother actual numbers because she always wanted all of it. Instead, she made her mother ask and usually Emma had more than enough. “I have to go, just email me alright? I have things to tend to and my physical therapy is starting soon.” Before her mom could answer Emma ended the call and tossed the phone to the end table with an irritated sigh.

The physical therapy was not a lie. She looked at the clock on the wall before standing up, closing the laptop, and shoving it on the end table as well. “I’ll be back in a little while to work on your movement,” Emma explained. She had begun working on moving his legs and arms, gently, to prevent atrophy and bedsores. “If I have the energy when I’m done we can see about giving you a shave, I know how much it bothers you,” she grinned and ran the back of her fingers over his cheek. She was about to drop her hand when she felt him lean into the touch.

It was a subtle movement and Emma flipped her hand over to cup his face and run her thumb over his cheekbone lightly. “Johnny?” He didn’t move but she still stood there, her eyes narrowed as they darted between his closed eyes and then up to his brain activity monitor. The lines were moving, more than they had recently, and they were extremely active. “Johnny?” She asked again and dared to move her hand to lightly pinch behind his ear. He winced and let out a small groan.

“I prefer it when you pinch my arse,” came Soap’s rasping voice as he cracked open one eye and gave a halfhearted smirk up at Emma.

[cinnaamon]

THE BEST DAY

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: slight swearing

synopsis: y/n and her best friends decide to make the very best of their last day of summer break.

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— Y/N'S POV:

— THIRD PERSON:

"you ready to go?" tara asks, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her right shoulder.

y/n looks up from her phone, flashing the other girl a bright smile. she nods while putting her phone in the pocket of her jacket.

"yeah, let's start heading there!"

they left y/n's house and got into tara's car. they sat in there for a while to warm the car up, the music playing from the radio and the sound of cool air rushing into the car filling the comfortable silence.

finally, tara started driving, taking the two to the bowling center. the drive would be filled with random conversations, music, laughter, and terrible singing.

once they arrived at their destination, the clock read that they were 8 minutes late. tara quickly removes her keys from the ignition, murmuring something about how displeased chad would be with their tardiness.

"chill out, it's not like he's going to yell at us for being eight minutes late to a get together at a bowling center," y/n assures tara.

"yeah, you have a point there."

they got out of the car, tara locking it which causes the lights to flash and a loud beep to emit. the two girls walk through the parking lot, and into the doors to the building side by side.

as soon as they enter, they're blinded by the bright, neon lights shining. different shapes displayed on the ceiling, each a different color. some were purple, some were green, and some were blue.

"tara! y/n!" a masculine voice shouts from the right of the two.

they turn their heads to see all of their friends sitting down in a small waiting area. chad was the one who had called the two out. the whole friend group stands up, greeting the two girls who had arrived late.

chad makes his way over to them both and hugs tara.

"yeah, he seems totally displeased.." y/n whispers to tara, causing her to chuckle.

"let's go get our shoes now that the two slowpokes have finally arrived!" mindy exclaims, making her way to the shoe counter with her hand linked with anika's.

chad hollers, following behind the couple. sam links her arm with tara's and trails along, the two laughing at chad's childish behavior. y/n feels a presence to her right and turns to see ethan.

"i didn't really take you as the bowling type," he states, beginning to walk over to the counter as well.

"i'm not, i only came because anika basically forced me to." lie.

the real reason was obviously because she wanted to see the boy she was currently talking to, but she couldn't say that to his face nor did he need to know that.

"i feel you, chad promised me time on his oculus if i won a round, so i'm taking my chances." partially a lie.

chad did promise ethan that, but he also promised that y/n would be there. he really wanted both that oculus and that girl.

(a/n: i'm cringing.)

y/n laughs, looking down to their feet. she slightly slows down walking so that the two's steps would be synchronized.

"hello, shoe sizes?" the guy working behind the counter asks, a huge, and clearly fake, smile plastered on his face.

"nine and a half," ethan responds, returning the grin.

the guy grabs a pair of bowling shoes and slides it across the countertop to ethan.

"[insert your shoe size]," y/n replies.

he takes another pair off the shelves and hands it to her, bidding them both goodbye. they start walking to where the rest of their friends were at, taking a seat to put their shoes on.

"i bet you ten dollars i can beat you in a game of bowling," ethan suddenly speaks up.

y/n immediately shakes her head, denying his statement.

"i don't think you want to do that. just because i don't bowl often doesn't mean i'm not good at it."

"don't act so cocky, i bet i can drag your ass at this," he retorts.

"fine, just wait," y/n says while standing up.

she places her shoes beneath the table and makes her way to her friends. they were inputting their names into the device for the upcoming round.

ethan laughs and finishes tying his shoe before doing the same as y/n. afterwards, the group splits up, walking through all the racks of bowling balls, trying to find the perfect weight for theirs.

once they found them all, they start the game. tara was first. her first time, she knocks eight pins down leaving one on each side of the lane.

chad leans forward, laughing. tara rolls her eyes in a playful manner and gets ready for her second go. she ends up knocking one of them down, giving her nine points.

chad gets up next, mumbling something about showing her who's the bowling champion. he does his first turn and hits all except one down. the friends all burst out into laughter and hollers.

"i'm amazing, i know, i know." chad bows and waves in a joking way.

his second turn, he gets a gutter. chad quickly walks to his seat, looking at the floor to avoid eye contact.

"yeah, you're really the champion," tara jokes.

after sam, anika, and mindy go, it's finally y/n's time to go.

"let's see this y/n that's amazing at bowling," ethan says.

y/n laughs and walks to the bowling lane. she interlocks her hands and stretches her arms out to crack her knuckles as a banter. she grabs her bowling ball and rolls it, getting a strike.

the group cheers anika even standing up out of her seat, extending her arms. y/n flicks her hand, scoffing.

"stop it, i'm flattered!"

she makes her way back to her seat, next to ethan. he purses his lips and nods.

"wow, i'm surprised!" he gets up, as it was now his turn.

he rolls the bowling ball and gets a gutter. y/n laughs, leaning back in her chair.

"i thought– i thought you were good at this!" she speaks up.

ethan rolls his eyes while smiling.

"shut up, just watch. i'm going to get a spare right now."

as he goes again, his bowling ball looked like it was going to hit the middle of all the pins. at last second, it changed direction, getting another gutter.

y/n laughs even harder, her eyes starting to water and her cheeks starting to hurt. ethan walks over to his seat and shoves her shoulder.

"at this rate, you're probably going to have to owe me!" y/n utters.

and that's how the rest of the day went. the group laughing, getting up once in awhile to either get food or use the restroom, and cheering.

and now ethan owes y/n $10.

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