#everyone needs to hug and kiss and make up

[floraisunwell]

Promise | s.r

who? post-prison!reid x ex gf reader (she's a nurse)

category: angst (bold move ig)

summary: Spencer left you 5 months ago without a word for undisclosed reasons but he comes teary eyed to your door after seeing a girl that looks a little too much like you.

based on (very loosely lol): promise by laufey. the fic does not follow the events of the song at all but i love the "if it weren't for the sight of a boy who looked just like you standing out on Melrose avenue" part right at the end so it's all on that line.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: my first fic ahhhhhhh, i'm so nervous and happy rn, this is my baby and ik there's a lot of space for improvement but i'm proud of my writing, this comunnity is full of amazing people and if it wasn't such a lovely space i would have never posted this. shoutout to @lilacsandlavenderhaze for being the first to hear my idea and telling me i should go ahead and write it; @spencersbabymama for telling me to cut the bullshit and self deprecation and post this; and to @esote-rika for being my first readerrrr. love y'all <3

dividers by @aquazero

English is not my first language pls tell me about any spelling and grammatical mistakes. enjoyy!

The air was cold and crisp, a light drizzle could be felt dampening the streets – a scene typical for this time of the year in Washington. Spencer had gone out with the team to get some drinks after a hard but successful case, he was happy, of course, the fact that they had caught the killer pleased him but everything inside the building felt overwhelming: the voices, and the drunk conversations, all the limbs touching a little too much, the overly loud music. He was out of it and to be honest he had been out of it for quite some time now, actually some months, everyone noticed how the breakup made him feel.

Funny, because he was the one to leave.

After you came back from a long shift at the hospital excited to cuddle with the love of your life (or so you thought) but the only remnant of him you found was a sticky note placed on the cover of a book you were reading at the time:

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore"

That was all he said before destroying everything you two had built over 3 years, 3 years of love, pain, and learning, 3 years of giving everything for each other, destroyed in less than 24 hours like nothing.

He hadn't been the same for a long time, though—not since prison. You didn't blame him; you tried to understand him, give him space, time, and everything one could need to heal. He was not the same, of course. You weren't expecting the same Spencer to come back, sure, but you also were not expecting whoever he had become: some cold and distant version of the person you used to know.

Your relationship with Spencer is divided into two eras: Before Millburn and After Millburn.

Before Millburn, you guys were somewhat happy. Both of you were overworked and stressed but happy. You would tell him about your work, and he would tell you about his. In the rare times, he got a day off work, he would hug you whenever he could, like he was making sure you wouldn't slip away.

After Millburn, you didn't talk much, not unless it was necessary, he didn't hug you a lot anymore, in fact, the last time he hugged you was when you went to pick him up at the correctional facility, all the emotions running high, you remember thinking he looked and smelled different, you didn't know he would be so different when you wrapped him in your arms, placed a kiss on his shoulder and whispered that everything would be fine. But everything was not fine. It was all so not fine and everyone around you two could tell. Yet you could have never imagined that Spencer, the man who made the hopeless romantic in you thrive would leave in such a disheartening way.

Back at O’Keeffe’s, the team was still at it. The count of how many rounds of drinks Rossi had paid long lost, Emily and JJ leaning suspiciously close to each other, Rossi nursing some unnecessarily extravagant drink, Garcia and Morgan somewhere on the dance floor and Hotch nowhere to be seen. Spencer had gone outside, hoping the sensory overload would ease with the fresh air, it did slightly but the agglomerate of people was no better than the one inside, so many people, reeking of alcohol, walking like zombies, and saying nonsensical things. As he was standing near the entrance, hands stuffed into his pockets, the soft rain dampening his hair, Spencer let his mind wander and it ended up where it always does: him contemplating if leaving was the right decision.

He was so deep in this thought that didn't even notice the man approaching until it happened- a hard shoulder bump that took him away from his thoughts.

"Sorry dude" the man muttered not even caring to glance back as he moved past. Spencer blinked, shocked as he watched the man move swiftly toward a small group of people nearby. A group that included you.

His heart jumped to his mouth. No - not you. But she looked like you, uncannily so. She even acted like you, the way she threw her back when she laughed or how she scrunched her nose in an attempt to put her sliding glasses in place - he could've sworn it was you.

For a fraction of a minute, he actually thought it was you. His breath caught in his throat and he took a step forward before reality sank in and he retreated. It wasn't you; it was never you.

But as he watched her wrapping her arms around the man's neck, as his hands almost automatically moved to her waist, and they both smiled like idiots in love. He couldn't help but feel like he had been stabbed and the knife was being twisted inside him. Was this some type of fucked up joke by the universe? "This could be you, bad thing you lost her" The thing is, he didn't lose you- he gave up on you which was worse because maybe if he had stayed, and tried a little harder, you would still be together.

He staggered back a few steps, and if he hadn't reached the wall, he would've fallen considering he already felt his knees buckle as all the bottled-up emotions from the past five months came crashing onto him; he was overwhelmed by his own feelings, eyes blurry with tears as a lump formed in his throat and the weight on his chest got heavier.

Blindly, almost unconsciously, he reached for his phone in the inside pocket of his jacket. His thumb hovered above your name in the contacts list. The message he typed was brief:

"Are you home?"

He didn't get a reply, he wasn't waiting for one. The moment he hit send his legs were already moving, practically running towards the street to hail a cab. He gave the driver your address, and it came out of his mouth easily, as if he had never stopped saying it.

You were in the shower when his message came through, you didn't pay the loud notification much attention, not even caring to glance at the device when you heard the familiar ding. You prioritized the small occasions you got to take care of yourself when your job is to take care of others.

Now freshly showered and in the kitchen making tea- the next step on your little routine- you hear a knock on the door, a distinct knock, a knock you could never forget, not even a billion years from now. Your heart stopped for a moment, heartbeat pounding in your ears, you didn't quite register you were moving towards the door until it was open and he was standing there, his brown eyes open wide once he registered your presence, reacting as though you opening the door was the last thing he expected. You just stood there for a few seconds, staring at each other until Spencer wrapped you in his arms like he used to, his nostrils flooding with the smell of your shampoo and body wash, smells he recognized all too well, smells that felt like home.

You pushed him away, shattering the brief feeling of happiness he had started to feel.

"What are you doing here?" You asked almost a little too loud in an attempt to hide the hurt in your voice

"I miss you" he replied eyes searching for yours.

You stood there, arms folded, trying to hide how weak those words made you feel. He had no right to miss you, not after leaving the way he did.

Why should I care? You thought to yourself. He made it clear that he didn’t care about you, but you cared, you cared so deeply that it made your heart ache.

You were not going to let him in.

"You can't just stop talking to me and then come here like nothing happened, Spence." You couldn't help using the nickname, your voice falsely steady, trying to hide the pain.

"I know, I just-can I come in?" No reply "Please"

You hesitated, gripping the door handle tighter as a tornado of emotions swirled on your chest. Anger. Hurt. Loneliness. You wanted to slam the door in his face, make him feel a small fraction of what you felt over the past 5 months. But buried beneath all these harsh feelings, there was something softer, something you felt ashamed to acknowledge: the echo of all the nights you stayed up worrying about him and what could happen in his work, all the mornings you woke up without the smell of coffee lingering through the apartment.

You let him in.

You tried to convince yourself that letting him in was about answers- you deserved an explanation, some sort of closure at least. But as you stepped aside and watched him walk past you knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

Because no matter how much he’d hurt you, part of you still longed for the man he used to be.

“This doesn’t change anything.” You muttered, as much to yourself as to him. He gave a slight nod in reply, eyes watering. Damn him and his big brown eyes.

 As you were turning around after closing the door behind you, he captured you in a hug again and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him too.

★

Somehow, he ended up asleep in your bed and as you gaze at his peaceful resting face, your mind tells you to wake him up, tell him to go home and never come back, tell him that he doesn't get to leave and reappear whenever it suits him, tell him that he can fuck off for breaking your heart like that. Yet, you don't do any of that, because your heart tells you not to.

tysm for reading, likes and reblogs are always deeply appreciated

@angellic4l it's finally here bestieee!

[rekino2114]

Blue lock girls reacting to you giving them an assist

A/n:first blue lock post with some of my favorites. Also, in most posts I'll do, they will play mixed. Just don't question it

Fem!meguru bachira

She jumps on your back and starts cheering and laughing uncontrollably

"Woooooh! That pass was insane y/n!"

"I-it's nothing babe, you were the one to score anyway"

"But I wouldn't have done that if it weren't for you, I knew the monster inside you would have chose me!"

"O-ok but can you......"

"What?"

"Get off my bac-"

You two fall down while Bachira continues laughing

Fem!rin itoshi

Rin just accepts your high five when you offer it to her (to the rest of PXG's surprise) and compliments you

"Hey nice pass"

"Oh thanks, you made a nice goal too"

She then pulls her jersey over her mouth to hide a blush

"If you want.....I can give you an assist later too"

"Oh~ what is this? Bottom eyelashes offering someone an assist? That's not something you see everyday"

"Yep, she's really head's over heels for y/n, isn't she~😈" (that's the weird demon emoji Charles does btw)

"SHUT UP YOU LUKEWARM IDIOTS"

Fem!sae itoshi

She doesn't do that much, just nods at you with her usual cold face

"Hey sae, nice goal"

".....thanks......your pass, it was nice too. Almost as good as mine"

"Oh thanks a lot, I'm glad you think so"

Later in the match, she continues giving you passes so you can score too. It's her way of saying thanks

When you do score, she compliments you and belittles the rest of her team for being in your way because you're "the only one who can receive her passes"

Fem!shidou ryusei

She immediately tackles you to the ground and starts making out with you passionately. You're genuinely worried she might take off her shirt knowing her

"Y/n! Y/n! That reaction we just had was so amazing~ it was so so so much fuuuun~!!!"

"T-thanks shi, but that wasn't anything special it was just a pass"

"What are you talking about? That was an amazing explosion, like all of the ones you do, and I mean all of them~"

"W-wha-"

Rin has to basically tear her off of you while you're blushing profusely when the match has to restart

Fem!seishiro nagi

She rubs her eyes and smiles slightly when she sees you approaching and helping her get up

"Thanks"

"Hm? For what?"

"For the assist, it was perfect, that's why I scored"

"Please it was all you, no one else could have scored a goal that amazing"

"Ah, thanks do you mind giving me more assists like that? I wanna do a hat trick"

"Oh for sure"

You two high five and walk back to the field.....while reo is looking at you jealousy

Fem!Michael kaiser

She immediately pulls you into a dip kiss, holding you with one arm while showing off her tattoo with the other, meanwhile ness is cheering and clapping for you in the background

"M-michelle, here? Really? It's being broadcasted live"

"As was your amazing assist and my amazing goal mein schatz. We need to show everyone how wonderful of a couple we are, both in football and in our private life"

She somehow makes sure that the goal is on all the major German football channels and everyone is talking about you two

And definitely brags about it to isagi Non-Stop

Fem!Alexis ness

She kinda can't believe she actually scored since she usually just passes to you or kaiser. But after the shock wears off she goes and hugs you tightly

"Y/n! Did you see that? I scored!"

"Yeah, that was amazing lexi!"

"O-oh please no it was all because of you, you passed to me? I can't believe it, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you"

She keeps thanking you for basically the entire day and looks at you with that adorable smile of hers that melts your heart

She talks to kaiser about it later and he actually compliments her on it, which just takes her over the moon

[xhazzz]

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Bouquets & Barbecues

warnings: none, more of Jake being a sweetheart

summary: just Maverick being a little over protecting with his daughter and Jake being cute as always

a/n: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LENGUAGE so feel free to correct me if there’s anything wrong :)

masterlist || request’s are open

For the end of summer and to take a break from work worries, Dad had organized a barbecue in our backyard, inviting everyone: the Dagger Squad, Penny and Amelia, and even Hondo and Cyclone. Everyone was supposed to bring snacks and drinks, while Dad took charge of the meat. But he seemed to have gotten a little carried away, buying enough to feed every football team on the coast.

“Dad, are you feeding the Daggers or the entire Arctic Circle?” I asked as I arrived in the backyard with the cooler.

“Have you seen how those guys eat?” Dad replied, firing up the grill. “Just Rooster and Hangman alone will eat half of this. Speaking of Hangman…”

“Dad,” I sighed, placing my hands on my hips, “I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m too old for this.”

“No matter how old you are, you’ll always be my little girl,” Dad said, walking over and kissing my forehead. “Seresin better never hurt you, or I’ll have six confirmed kills in the air.”

“I think he got the message after all the extra drills you’ve made him do on base.”

“After seeing him make out with my daughter on my front porch, can you blame me?” he added, shaking his head. “I still need to have a serious talk with him.”

“Stop, Dad,” I replied, covering my face with my hand in embarrassment.

He just laughed as I walked back into the house. Moments later, I heard the doorbell. The gang was starting to arrive.

“I’m here!” Rooster shouted, barging in like he owned the place, with Phoenix and Payback right behind him.

“Come on in, guys. Dad’s out back,” I said, giving Nat a quick hug and putting the drinks in the fridge. “He bought enough meat to last us all fall.”

“Your old man promised to host the best barbecue of the summer,” Payback said, accepting a beer Rooster handed him.

We all headed to the backyard, and it quickly started filling up. Everyone had arrived—except Jake. I was starting to feel nervous, knowing it was only a matter of time before Rooster and Dad started teasing me.

“Punctuality doesn’t seem to be his strong suit,” Dad commented, handing me a plate of sausages.

“Come on, Dad, it’s just a regular Saturday, not a base training session,” I replied, pretending not to care. Hangman better show up soon.

“You’re wrong, sweetheart. It’s not just any Saturday,” Dad said, pulling up a chair and sitting beside me. “It’s the first time I’ve invited everyone to eat at my house. And if I’m not mistaken, Hangman is dating his trainer’s daughter.”

“I told you he’s just another idiot,” Rooster chimed in, sitting on my other side and trapping me between the two pilots.

“You too?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“I’m just making sure no one breaks Baby Mav’s heart,” he replied in a baby voice, pinching my cheeks.

“Get off me,” I laughed, playfully pushing him away. Just then, the doorbell rang. Saved by the bell.

I rushed to the door and found Jake on the other side, flashing his charming smile. He was wearing khaki shorts, a casual navy blue shirt, his signature aviator sunglasses, and his hair was slightly messier than usual—no gel today.

“Hey, you, Seresin,” I greeted him with a quick kiss. “You had me worried. I thought you weren’t coming, and I’d have to endure Dad and Rooster lecturing me all afternoon.”

“I’d never stand you up, darling,” he said, placing one hand on my waist and pulling me closer. I noticed his other hand was behind his back, and next to him was a small cooler, likely filled with beer. “I was just running late picking these up for you.”

From behind his back, he revealed a beautiful bouquet of gardenias and lilies in various shades.

“They’re gorgeous,” I said, taking them in my hands. “Thank you, honey. You didn’t have to.”

This time, he placed both hands on my hips, rubbing them affectionately, and pulled me into a tender yet passionate kiss. We were interrupted by a fake cough behind me.

“Watch those hands, Seresin,” Dad said, standing there with Rooster, both wearing their overprotective hawk stares.

“You’re late, Bagman,” Rooster added, stepping forward to grab the cooler from the ground.

“Damn, Chicken, you’re annoying even off duty,” Jake sighed, shaking his head and guiding me inside the house, his hand never leaving my waist while he used the other to close the door. As we walked through the kitchen, I quickly placed the flowers in a vase with fresh water.

“Thanks for the invite, Mav,” Jake said, smiling politely.

“All pilots are welcome here,” Dad replied with a nod toward the backyard, “but how you treat my daughter will determine how welcome you really are. Don’t forget who’s in charge.”

“You have my word, Mav. I only have the best intentions…” Jake started, but I quickly cut him off.

“Enough, both of you. This is so embarrassing,” I muttered, shaking my head at them. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.”

“Lead the way, my lady,” Jake said with a tight-lipped smile, walking behind me while Dad chuckled, crossing his arms.

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: She's a long one Greenies, get a snack and get comfy... It's time.

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Warnings: explicit language, mentions of blood, mentions of guns and weapons, violence, injuries, not for the squeamish..., death

WC: 8396

Chapter 23

Chan pulled up to the house and everyone got out of the car. You were last to climb out, having been squished in the far back of the oversized suv. It wasn’t a long drive from the police station but you were tired. You hadn’t slept much, too worried about how the day would go.

“Why are we back at the house?” you question.

“Because we need to grab some things.” Chan said as they walked up the front steps. The brick was chipped and wobbly in spots but mostly intact. You held onto Jisung as you walked, trying not to be clumsy and fall.

Inside, all the guys went downstairs in a rush. They moved with purpose down the stairs, jumping at the end since the bottom four stairs were missing. You were following them and stopped at the last step. Just as you were about to jump…

“Whoa, careful. Just stay there. We will only be a few minutes.” Minho said.

You pout. The house gave you the creeps these days so you were not trying to be alone right now. You were afraid the floor would give out underneath you or someone else would be lurking around. Or the house would collapse on them (like it had done in several nightmares you had had lately).

Jeongin, noticing your pout and picking up on your anxiety, climbed back up on the steps. “I’ll stay with her.”

Minho nodded before joining the others. You couldn’t see what they were doing despite leaning down to see.

“Come on, we can go back upstairs.” Jeongin says, resting a hand on your arm.

You hesitate but move your feet to follow him. You make it upstairs and he pulls you into a hug. Rubbing your back, he slowly rocks the two of you. It was a moment before either of you spoke.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah…” you say into his chest.

He pulls back, looking at you with a disbelieving expression. “You sure?”

“The house just….” you shrug. “It makes me anxious.”

“Me too. It feels unstable… like the whole thing could just crumble any minute.” Jeongin looks around towards the roof. “Wanna wait outside?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles, leading you outside. The two of you sit in the grass next to the driveway. Leaning over, Jeongin kisses you. You smile and he kisses you again. You melt into the kiss, all your worries miraculously fading away. He pushes you down onto your back, hovering over you. He places his hips between your legs and you moan into his mouth. He chuckles, peppering your face with kisses. You giggle and he leans up.

“Feeling better?” 

Blushing, you pull him in for another kiss to answer his question.

He can’t help but grind his hips slightly, making you arch your back. The kiss was heated and passionate, the two of you lost in each other. You reached your hands up his shirt, caressing his skin. His hand slides down your side, smacking at your ass lightly.

You bite your lip, looking into his eyes.

“I didn’t think you would like it rough…” Jeongin nips at your neck.

“Something about the way you do it I guess…” you whisper with a smirk.

He kisses your neck, dangerously close to Minho’s mark. He feels the urge within him start to grow. There was a hard bulge in his pants pressing into your core and making you wetter by the minute. He wasn’t even in rut but he wanted to mark you. He wanted to make you his, as an alpha does - as Chan and Minho had. His teeth graze your skin and you moan, tilting your neck to give him better access.

It takes all his resolve to pull his lips from your neck, pecking your lips before hovering over you once more. God, he could take you right here, right now. If only you had the time…

“What’s wrong?” you ask, dazed from the scent of his arousal and the feeling of him between your legs.

“They will be coming out soon.” he pants.

“Right.” You say, remembering that you two weren’t alone. And that bigger things were happening right now.

The two of you sit up, Jeongin pulling a bit of grass from your hair. You move over to sit in his lap, leaning into his chest as you wait for the others to return. A few minutes later and the front door opens, the boys exiting. You stand, tensing as you see the weapons they held.

“You have guns?” How did you not know they had a whole arsenal somewhere in the basement?

“Yeah. We have a supply hidden away. Luckily it was untouched by the damage.” Chan answered, loading the bags of ammo into the trunk.

“Yeah. Could you imagine if the grenades had been hit?” Jisung muttered.

“The whole house would be ash.” Felix notes.

Your eyes went wide at the realization.

“Y/n? You okay?” Chan asks.

“I want one.” you blurt out, not entirely sure what came over you.

You hated guns, afraid to touch one. You had plenty of them held up to you, or aimed and shooting at you to want to handle one. So why do you find yourself wanting one to use against Reed?

“Babygirl…you don’t need one.” Chan says, caressing your cheek.

“If I’m to confront Reed, I need more than just my hands.” you argue.

That much was true. You hadn’t had enough training with Changbin to be a strong fighter - especially with an alpha.

“Hudson will be with you. And we won’t be far behind.” Chan kisses your head, going around the car. “Come on, we gotta get to the coffee shop.”

You pout as Changbin steps closer to you.

“Shhh” he says, secretly handing you two daggers. “Just in case.”

You smile and he winks. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I can’t have my girl defenseless.” Changbin pecks your temple before opening the car door for you.

You hid the daggers in your knee high boots and climbed in. The rest of the boys piled in as well and they headed to the rendezvous point.

The rendezvous point was two blocks down from the coffee shop you and Hudson were supposed to be meeting Reed at. Reed had texted early this morning, telling Hudson to meet him there. He told him to come alone and that he had people ready to kill should something happen to him. Hudson didn’t know who they were set to kill so he wasn’t going to take that chance. He did, however, figure your presence wouldn’t provoke him to act on his backup plan.

The police agreed to hang back, letting you go in with Hudson. Minho and Chan did insist that Changbin would be sent in with you as backup, should something pop off. He would sit away from you as a normal civilian but at least he was close.

You were sitting at a bistro table, sipping tea while Hudson sat on his phone and drank coffee. Changbin was two tables over, reading a self-help book as he subtly eyed their surroundings. 

Ten minutes. 

Then twenty minutes went by and Reed was still not here.

“He’s not gonna show. He knows-” Hudson spoke, exasperated.

“He will. Have patience.” You say.

Hudson leans back in his chair, sighing heavily.

“What are you even going to say to him when he shows up?”

“He just has to show up, then the cops get him. I don’t have to say anything.” Hudson whispers.

You glare.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” 

“Don’t let him take his phone.” one of the cops says into your earpiece.

“Leave your phone.” you say.

“Why?” he turns around, giving you a confused expression.

“So you’re not plotting behind our backs.” you cross your arms.

He rolls his eyes but places the phone on the table dramatically. He spins on his heel, walking off to the bathroom. You look around, sipping tea and scrolling on your own phone.

Two minutes pass.

The phone begins to buzz, vibrating on the table. You pop up, nearly spilling your cup on your shirt. You pick up the phone, seeing the caller ID. Reed.

“He’s calling…” you mumble so the cops on the other end of your wire hear you.

You swallow, hitting the answer button. You bring the phone to your ear, hesitating to speak.

“Hello, little sis.” Reed says.

Your eyes go wide, looking around in a panic. How did he know you were here?

“Calm down. I need you to do me a favor.”

“And why would I do anything for you?” You whisper, your words laced with hatred.

“Because your bodyguard is currently being transported to an undisclosed location.”

You whip your head around to where Changbin had been sitting. What? How? Where did he go?

“What do you want?” you ask through clenched teeth.

“That’s more like it..” you could hear the smirk on his face. “First…remove the wire you’re wearing. This conversation is just for us.”

You clench your jaw, looking around for anyone to help. Sighing, you place the phone down on the table and reach into your shirt to pull the cord out. You pulled all the pieces out, placing them in front of you.

“Y/n, what are you doing?!” Hudson asked, coming back to the table.

You shook your head, picking his phone back up.

“Good job. Now, tell Hudson that I will text him an address for him to take you two. If he disobeys me again, I’ll kill your precious soulmate. No cops. No other pack members - just you two.”

Tears welled in your eyes, fear coursing through you.

“Move now, before the cops reach you. There’s an old black mustang around the corner. Keys are in the center console.”

You look around trying to find him. Somehow he knew where Chan and the cops were hiding out. And by removing your earpiece, you knew they would come to your rescue. 

“Move.” he growls.

You stand quickly, hurrying Hudson with you. You go around the block before Hudson stops and demands to know what’s going on. Reed hangs up so you hand Hudson his phone.

“Find a black mustang and start driving north. Hurry” It’s all you tell him.

Hudson sighed, looking at the cars parked on the street. At the end of the block ahead was the car. He pointed and the two of you ran over to the car. Testing the doors, he finds them unlocked. He shakes his head as he gets in. You look around once more, coast clear, and climb in. Hudson drives the two of you towards the southbound freeway and, just before the freeway exit, he throws his phone out the window.

“Hey! How’s he going to text you the address of where we are to meet him?”

Hudson reaches into the glovebox and pulls out a disposable phone, handing it to you. You flip it open, reading the address texted by an unknown number. You put it in the navigation and he follows the GPS.

“Why didn’t he show up at the coffee shop?” Hudson asks you.

“He knew we involved the cops…and my pack. He took Changbin.” 

Hudson whips his head to you, studying you briefly before looking back to the road. Tears were pooling in your eyes as you watched the road but you blinked them away. You had to be strong right now…for your boys.

“How are the cops supposed to find us?”

“I still have my phone…he didn’t think of everything.” you smile.

Hudson smirked.

The drive took nearly an hour, the anxiety crippling. You were chewing your nails most of the drive, knowing the rest of your boys were probably so worried. You turned off your location for thirty minutes, slowing them down so Reed wouldn’t know they were following you. Your location was back on and you hoped they noticed. If they did, they should be on the way.

Hudson pulled up into a parking lot of a school. The parking lot was covered in cracks and weeds, the school looking forgotten. Half the windows were boarded and the doors had chains on them keeping them locked. A faded sign was missing a few letters but you could still tell what it was saying - Levanter Elementary School. Why did that sound familiar?

“Why here?” Hudson groaned.

“You’ve been here?”

“We all have. This was our first school.” Hudson says. “You don’t remember it?”

You think back to any memories you have of attending school, realizing you do. You see a specific day - sunny and warm as your parents dropped you off. Mom was pregnant at the time, due any day. You remember being so excited to have a sibling.

“Why would he send us here?” you question.

The burner phone chimed and Hudson read the text. 

“We have to head around back. There’s an open door back there.”

“I don’t like this. We should wait for the others.”

“We do and Changbin is dead. They aren’t supposed to come, remember?”

You groan. 

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and roll your shoulders back. Confidently you sit up, opening the car door. Hudson gets out too, leading you around the building. Sure enough, there was a door propped open. It was getting dark outside and you didn’t like that. You tried to recall everything Changbin taught you about self defense, hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

Hudson steps in first, looking around the darkened, abandoned school and heading to the right. Hudson tried the light switches, knowing it was a long shot - they didn’t turn on as suspected. You stay close behind, afraid someone is going to pop out. You creep down the hall, inching forward into the darkness. 

BANG!

You jump, spinning around. Behind you the door you entered was now shut. You groan, gripping onto Hudson’s arm. 

“Guess we aren’t leaving that way.” Hudson deadpans.

“Pretty sure that was the only way.” you mutter.

“Come on.”

Hudson keeps walking, leading the two of you into a rotunda with a few different hallways. There was a staircase behind you and beyond that was a cafeteria. The other way had a library and a front office.

“Which way?” you whisper.

“Hello?!” He calls out and you flinch.

Nothing.

“Anyone here?” he calls out once more.

Chime.

Hudson read the text then pointed towards the stairs. “Upstairs.”

The two of you go to the second floor, going around the corner to an office room. You enter and look around at the scattered papers. It was just lesson plans and permission slips. The door shuts behind you, making you jump. The hairs on the back of your neck stood tall as you heard someone breathing.

“Finally���we are all together again.” It was Reed.

You turn slowly, his face causing anger to build up inside you.

“Y/n, good to see you. I do hate that it’s under these circumstances, though.”

“It’s your own doing.” you retort.

He smirks.

Your fingers twitch for the daggers in your boots at that fucking smug face. You want to end this here and now.

“Well, I have a plane ready to take us out of the country. We leave tonight.” Reed says matter of factly.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” you state.

“Then why are you here?” he tilts his head, an amused smile on his face.

“To kill you.” 

He laughs. A deep, hearty belly laugh - as if you couldn’t possibly be serious.

You reach for a dagger and pull it from your boot. He sees you and stops laughing, but his face is still amused.

“Go ahead and try.” Reed says, opening his arms.

You grip tightly on your dagger, studying him for a weak spot. You were about to lunge when you hear police sirens outside. Wow they got here fast. Reed turned to focus on the sirens and you took this opportunity to go for the kill, aiming for his ribs. He catches you by the arm, twisting it backwards so you inevitably drop the dagger. Damn.

“I thought I told you to lose the cops.” he says, closing in on your face as he kicks the dagger away.

“We did. We didn’t tell them we were coming here.” Hudson says. “Please, let her go. We did everything you asked.”

You groan at the pain radiating from your arm. Any more twist on it and something would break.

“If you had, the police wouldn’t be here. Go get rid of them.” Reed glares at him.

You move your free hand to punch him but he just grabs your fist and shakes his head. You bring your knee up, meeting his crotch with a harsh blow. He groans, his hold on you lessening. You take this chance to snatch your hands free and reach for your other dagger. You move your arm up but he catches. Fuck, he’s fast. 

You push with all your might against his strength. The dagger slowly lowers, grazing his leg and drawing blood. This pisses him off and he moves quickly, knocking your hand with his knee. The dagger skitters across the floor away from you and he throws you towards the floor.

“Go.” Reed demands.

“If they don’t see her with me, they won’t believe me.” Hudson complains.

“Then tell them I took her away in a car. Go.” Reed growled.

When Hudson doesn’t move, Reed pulls a gun from his waistband, removing the safety, and aiming it at Hudson. 

Hudson gave you one last sympathetic look before rushing out the room.

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” Reed questions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say.

He squats down, grabbing you by the neck. “Lie to me again and I’ll kill you.”

Your head was pounding from hitting the floor as Reed released you. Standing, he grabs a walkie and speaks in a language you don’t understand. You worry what he could have told his people. What if they were told to kill the boys as they entered?

  He then stands and walks to the oversized desk. He types on the keyboard and soon the screens turn on, illuminating the dim, windowless room. You move to crawl towards the door but he turns, aiming the gun at you.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m not against shooting you.”

You shrink back into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest. He turns back around and you can make out some of the screens, noticing it was a live feed of the school you were currently in.

“Check this out.” He says with a smirk.

You stand reluctantly. As you watch, you see Hudson get whacked over the head and fall to the ground. You wince, fear coursing through you as you realize you’re now alone. He could steal you away, or worse and no one would know.

“There they are.” He points to a top screen, showing figures entering the building. 

You counted at least ten and hoped some of them were your boys. Well, maybe you shouldn’t hope that. It would be better if they weren’t here in case Reed decided to blow anything else up.

“Since they decided to show up, I guess I can just kill them now.” Reed smiles and cocks his gun, checking the chamber before moving across the room.

“Don’t you dare.” You say, reaching for him to stop him from leaving.

He whips around, knocking you in the head with the barrel of the gun. It knocks you back and you fall to the floor. He groans, rolling his shoulders and tilting his head to each side, cracking his neck. Then he leaves the room and heads downstairs.

You rush over, hearing a click as you reach the door. You pull on it and it doesn’t budge - it was locked. You look at the cameras, catching a few other metal doors sliding into place. Coming closer, you realize the school was going into some kind of lockdown mode. 

What kind of school has a lockdown mode this severe? You thought.

You bang on the door a few times before pulling out your phone. You hit the call button, attempting to call Chan. There’s a beep and you look at the screen: Call Failed. You sigh, sliding down the wall and sobbing.

“Hyunjin and Seungmin, head upstairs and see if you can find them. Jeongin and Jisung, you two hit the basement. Felix, Minho and I will take this level.” Chan whispers, moving forward down the hall. 

The police were ahead of them, making sure they were clear to move on. Each of the members had a weapon ready in hand as they creeped through the school. The evening sun was setting, making the school grow darker by the minute. The police gesture for them to stop, two of them bending down to check the pulse on the body in front of them.

“He’s alive.” they whisper, pulling him off into an alcove of the hall.

“That’s Hudson.” Hyunjin notices.

“Where the hell is y/n then?” Minho eyebrows furrow in frustration and worry.

The boys shake Hudson awake when suddenly shots are fired. They all hunch down, hiding behind a wall. The police take cover, exchanging bullets with Reed’s men. Minho shakes Hudson impatiently, urging him to wake up. Finally, he begins to stir, blinking up at them.

“What happened?” he groans.

“Where’s y/n?” Chan asks during a pause in gunfire.

“Upstairs. Security office.” Hudson rasps as he closes his eyes.

“I’ll go get her.” Seungmin offers.

“Where’s Changbin?” Chan asks.

“I don’t know. We were looking...” Hudson winces, bringing a hand to his head as he sits up. “But Reed found us first…”

“I’ll stay with this idiot. Make sure he doesn’t pull anything.” Minho rolls his eyes.

Chan nods. 

They break off in their pairings, continuing down the hall. The police had moved farther in, a few of them dead on the floor as the boys passed by. As the police continue down the halls, the boys pause behind a wall. With no one in sight, Seungmin heads for the stairs, followed by Jisung and Jeongin.

As they ran, shots started firing. Flinching, they hurried to the stairs as the remaining boys fired back. Jeongin and Jisung hurried down the stairs, drawing their weapons as they reached the bottom. Seungmin slowly went up the stairs, catching sight of the two men shooting over the balcony. Quickly, he draws his weapon, aiming and shooting. He manages to take them both down, then continues up the last few steps.

He proceeds further down the hall, searching for the security office as the boys below move forward. He comes to three hallways and goes with the middle one. Upon entering the hall, he notices a sign on the wall reading Security Office. He reaches for the door and pulls but it doesn’t open. He groans, punching the door. It was an industrial looking door and he knew it was probably part of the lockdown that partitioned some of the school.

He notices a keypad and wonders if there was a way to override it.

Where’s Jisung when I need him? He thought.

Looking back at the men bleeding out on the floor, he hurries over to them. He searches both their bodies, finding a keycard on the second one. It’s worth a shot so he snatches it off the body and rushes back over, swiping the keycard on the keypad. 

With a double beep, a light blinks green and the door opens. Seungmin smiles and opens the door cautiously. He draws his weapon immediately, only to holster it when he finds you on the floor. His heart drops.

“Y/n?” Seungmin says, coming into the room.

The door closes behind him.

Blinking to clear your vision, you sit up. “Minnie?”

“Hey baby. It’s me.” He says.

He pulls you up from the floor and hugs you tightly. You wince at the pain in your head and Seungmin looks it over, judging the severity. You were definitely concussed for one.

“Is everyone else here? How did you get in here?” you ask, looking around. How long have you been out?

“Everyone’s here. Let’s get out of here.” 

Seungmin then noticed the computer screens, walking over to take them all in.

“What?” you ask, standing next to him.

“Trying to find the best exit.” He studies the screens before pointing. “There. We can get out that way.”

“She’s mine. Not yours to take.” Reed interrupts, coming back into the room.

Spinning around, Seungmin reaches for his gun and lifts it. Reed is too quick and knocks it from his hand before he can shoot. Then Reed throws a few punches, landing one to Seungmin’s jaw and another to his ribs. Seungmin landed one to Reed’s face before he was knocked out by the butt of Reed’s glock.

“Seungmin!” you scream, hurrying over to where he fell.

Tears fell from your eyes as you caressed his face. Fury was coursing through you. How dare he do this…

You turn, standing quickly and punching him in the face. It hurt your hand more than it hurt him, his face unmoving as the pain shot through your hand. You clenched your jaw, breathing through the throbbing.

“Don’t piss me off.”

“Fuck you!” You spit at his shoes and he glares.

Pushing you aside, he moves towards the screens pressing a button and speaking into a microphone. 

“Oh Christopher,” he taunts Chan. 

You notice the other boys stopped walking and looked around. You could hear Reed’s voice echo from the intercoms in the halls as he spoke.

“I have three of your people now. I wonder if I’ll be able to collect them all before the night ends? What do you think?” Reed chuckles. “Or…if you want your precious omega back unharmed…meet me in the cafeteria.”

He turns back to you as you shake with anger and hatred.

“You so much as touch him and I swear by the gods I’ll-” you grit through clenched teeth.

“You’ll what?” He cuts you off. “Do you forget how small and fragile you are? I could snap you like a twig if I wanted to.” 

He was in your face, his hot breath felt on your forehead as you glared up at him.

“Exactly. Enjoy the show, sis. You have the front row.” He says, gesturing to the screens.

He turns on his heel and slips out the door. You rush over, hearing the same click as before. You groan, turning back to Seungmin. You go and sit beside him, placing his head in your lap. Looking up to the screens, you notice your pack has split up into groups, now divided by the lockdown. In one screen, you notice four men sneak up on two of your soulmates, beating them as a fight breaks out. You groan, running your fingers through your hair - you couldn’t bear to watch. How the hell were you going to get out of here?

You notice a broken wire hanging down from the table. Following it, you realize it was connected to the mic. How? When was it even severed?

Tears pooled in your eyes as you caressed Seungmin’s peaceful face, a few falling into his hair.

“Please wake up soon.” you whisper.

Chan and Felix were making their way down a hall and locating the cafeteria. When they finally find it, they hide out in a room across the hall. 

“Okay, what’s the plan?” Felix asks.

“We have to be smart. I know he’s baiting me.”

“You don’t think she’s in there?”

“No way. She’s probably where Hudson said she was. Or he’s moved her.”

“He already has three of our people.” Felix chews on his lower lip.

“I know. We need to locate them. But right now, we go to the cafeteria and confront him. Give him five minutes and then duck out. If I tell you to run, you run. No matter what. Understood?”

Felix nods, a pout to his lips.

They cross the hall, entering the cafeteria. At the other end, they see a man tied up to a chair, head hanging.

“Is that Binnie?” Felix whispers.

“I think so. Approach slowly.” Chan guides.

The two of them walk forward, slowly and cautiously between the tables. Their guns were drawn, scanning the open space for any movement. Once close enough, he finally lifts his head and looks to them. The boys exhale in relief seeing Changbin and move a bit faster as he groans impatiently through the fabric gag tied onto him.

Felix pulls it down as Chan cuts the ropes.

“You okay?” Felix asks.

Changbin nods. “Y/n?”

“She’s here somewhere. We haven’t found her.” Chan informs.

“He also has Seungmin who went to find her.” Felix adds.

Changbin stands, stretching his arms out and rubbing his wrists.

Behind them, a door creaks open. They all turn to see two shadows approaching from the far east corner. The sound of gunfire echoes in the room and they all drop down. Changbin and Chan flip one of the tables, hiding behind it. They grab their guns, Felix handing his extra to Changbin. 

They lean up, shooting towards the men who have also taken cover behind a table. Chan clenches his jaw. He knew you weren’t going to be in here, but he should have figured Reed would be too cowardice to show his face.

“We gotta get out of here.” Felix whispers.

“We won’t make it to the exit.” Changbin shakes his head.

Chan leans over and shoots more at the men. He manages a shot to the head and one of the men goes down. “Got one.”

Felix leans up, shooting at the man who runs across the cafeteria to hide behind a wall closer to them. He misses, ducking back down.

More shots ring out around them as the man shoots. 

“Ahh.” Felix’s eyes go wide as he clutches his shoulder.

Blood begins to seep through his shirt, dripping down his hand as his eyes go wide. Another spot in his shirt forms at his waist. He looks up at them and Changbin drags him back by his legs so he is away from the edge of the table.

The shooter had better access from his new angle and Felix had been in his line of fire. Chan stands up, shooting towards the wall with a vengeance. He hears a grunt and sees the man fall forward. He shoots a few more shots, blood pouring from the shooter’s body.

“He’s down.” Chan announces. “We’re clear.”

Changbin is applying pressure to Felix’s wounds as he leans against the table. 

“Two shots. I don’t see exit wounds.” Changbin clenches his jaw.

Felix pants, wincing. “I th-think…the b-bullets are s-silver…” Felix manages, squinting his eyes. 

“You sure?”

“Feels…like it.” Felix grimaces.

Changbin and Chan exchange glances.

“We need to get them out.” Chan says. 

“We n-need to find th-the others. W-we don’t have t-time.” Felix manages to argue.

More gunfire rings out and they duck behind the table. A stray bullet manages to penetrate the table, flying through it and going into Changbin’s side. He grunts in pain, catching himself from falling over. He grabs his side, looking down.

“Dammit. This table isn’t going to last much longer.” Chan says, leaning up to shoot at the shooter.

As the shooter ducks behind a table, Chan notices Hyunjin coming into the cafeteria. He draws his gun and shoots at the unsuspecting man. 

“He’s down.” Hyunjin calls out.

“Thanks. Get over here.” Chan says.

Hyunjin comes over, gasping at the two bleeding out. “What the hell?”

“Silver bullets. We need to get them out.”

“What happened to you?” Changbin asks Hyunjin.

Hyunjin had a busted lip and the makings of a black eye, his knuckles also roughed up.

“Little boxing match. What about you?” he said nonchalantly.

“Just took a bullet.” Changbin shrugged, wincing.

“Go find y/n.” Felix insists.

“These tables aren’t going to block.” Chan said, ignoring Felix. “We need to move them somewhere safer to remove the bullets.”

“I’m alright. I can go find y/n.” Changbin says, standing and grabbing at his side.

The blood dripping across his fingers did not go unnoticed.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to send you looking for her.” Chan says.

“Come here.” Hyunjin wraps one of Changbin’s arms around his shoulders, taking some of his weight so they can move. 

Chan scoops Felix up even though he was trying to stand. They hurry out of the cafeteria, Hyunjin’s gun drawn. He aims it straight ahead as he walks, eyeing the hallways for any of Reed’s men. They make their way through the hallway and find an empty classroom. They bring the boys in there, Chan laying Felix on a table.

Felix moves to sit up, but Chan lowers him.

“You need to get these out.” Chan insists. “Hyunjin, tend to them. I’m going to go find this son of a bitch.”

“On your own?” Hyunjin questions. 

“I need you to help them. I’ll handle Reed.” 

With that, Chan leaves the classroom and Hyunjin barricades the door. Changbin insists Hyunjin tended to Felix first, attempting to help remove the bullets despite his condition.

In the basement, Jeongin and Jisung had gone through all the rooms and found it to be empty. There was no one even down here.

“Welp, no one is tied up down here.” Jisung announces obviously.

“No and it gives me the creeps. Can we go back up now?” Jeongin pleads.

“I guess. Let’s go join all the commotion.” Jisung says with a sigh.

They ascended the stairs, weapons drawn and moving with caution. So far, the coast was clear. Moving past the opening of the cafeteria, Jeongin grabs Jisung’s arm.

“What?” he whispers.

“There’s two bodies in here.”

Jisung swallows, praying they aren’t any of the boys. 

They walk in, Jisung checking one while Jeongin checks the other.

“We’re good.” Jisung calls from one body.

Jeongin relaxes his shoulders and shakes his head, confirming the second body was also not one of their mates. They leave the cafeteria and walk down the hallway. It was quiet but they heard chatter and groaning coming from one of the rooms. They look at each other, listening in on the conversation.

“Is that Changbin?” Jeongin whisper-yells. 

Jisung goes to the door and tries to open it. He knocks, making the boys inside jump.

“It’s Jisung,” he calls out.

Jisung listened and heard the grunt and scrapes of furniture moving. Then the door opened a crack before Hyunjin pulled it all the way. Jisung noticed the blood on his gloved hands as he entered.

“Oh my god….what happened?” he asked, only to see Felix lying on the table.

Changbin was hunched over him, his skin pale and covered in sweat.

“Silver bullets. We are trying to remove them.” Hyunjin says, hurrying back over to Felix.

Felix’s eyes were starting to glaze over, his skin pale as well.

“Hold him down, he’s squirming too much and I can’t get a grip.” Hyunjin said.

Jeongin moved over to hold Felix down. 

“I’ll help Changbin.” Jisung said, grabbing the box of gloves Hyunjin had found in a closet and putting them on.

Hyunjin stuck his fingers back into Felix’s wound, reaching for the bullet. Felix whined, squirming in pain. Jeongin held him still as best he could, Hyunjin apologizing as he finally grabbed onto the bullet.

Changbin laid down on the table, breathing heavily. Jisung attempted to reach into the wound and extract the bullet, but Changbin groaned loudly and squirmed. Jisung winced, not wanting to hurt him further. Sighing, he climbed onto the table, laying on Changbin in efforts to keep him still. He placed his hands inside once more, feeling for the bullet.

After hearing the taunt from Reed on the intercom, Minho snatched Hudson up.

“Dammit. Take me to the Security office.” 

“If he’s on the intercom, he’s in the office.” Hudson said.

“Perfect. I can kill him.” Minho pushes him forward. “Move.”

They began walking down the hall, Minho’s gun drawn as he used Hudson for a shield. They make it to the end of the hall and Minho looks around the corner in both directions as he holds Hudson close. The coast was clear so Minho pushed him on.

“I didn’t mean for your house to blow up.” Hudson whispers.

“Shut it.” Minho growls.

“I knew he had something planned…I just didn’t know it would have been that bad. I should have said something.” Hudson continued as they began walking upstairs.

“Well like that night, keep your mouth shut.” Minho grits through his teeth.

“I just want me and y/n to be a family. I never wanted her to get hurt.”

At the landing halfway up the staircase, Minho snatches Hudson around and puts his gun to the beta’s head.

“Do you think I honestly give a damn what you want? You crossed us and put her in harm’s way.” Minho’s voice is laced with venom. “It’s taking everything in me not to put a bullet through your skull.”

He pushes the gun harder to Hudson’s hair, making him whimper.

“Show me where the office is.” Minho demands, turning Hudson back around.

Hudson moved forward without another word. They walked across the balcony area, stepping over the two dead bodies and going to the middle hallway. Hudson gestured to the door on the right and Minho pushed him aside. He pulled on the door but it didn’t open.

“How do I open it?”

“I don’t know. I’m not part of his inside crew anymore.” Hudson shrugged.

Minho huffed, looking around. He saw a fire extinguisher on the wall and went over to it. He broke open the glass and pulled it out, gunfire echoing in the distance. He came over and knocked the keypad off the wall, wires crackling as the electricity still flowed.

He pulled on the door and it groaned. 

“Get over here and help me.” Minho demanded.

The two of them pulled, the door starting to give way. Some security this door truly was…

After several minutes of pulling on the door, it finally gives and swings open. You nearly fall forward, having been pushing from your end.

“Y/n? You okay?” Minho said, rushing over and pulling you into a hug. “Oh, Kitten.”

Your body ached a bit and your head was still pounding but you nod. “Seungmin was knocked out with his gun.”

You step to the side and Minho comes in. 

“Where’s Reed?”

“He left a few minutes ago. Right after his announcement.” you say.

Minho notices the screens and looks to see a shootout going on in the cafeteria - that explains the gunfire. He also catches the two in the basement, but no sign of Reed. 

Where the hell is that bastard? Minho thought.

“There!” you say, pointing to a camera of what looks like an auditorium. There was a stage and foldable chairs in the room, Reed pacing the stage.

“Great. We find the others and go there.” Minho lifts Seungmin up and carries him out.

The four of you descend the stairs, checking each way before heading down the main hallway, past the cafeteria and to the end. As they approach the intersection of two more hallways and an exit door, they hear footsteps. They slow down, Minho places Seungmin on the floor and draws his gun. He holds it out and peeks around the corner. His shoulders drop and he releases the breath he was holding.

“Don’t shoot.” he says, stepping around the corner.

Chan flinches but lowers his gun. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry.” 

“This place gives me the creeps.” Chan complained.

You came around the corner fast, jumping into Chan’s arms.

“Babygirl…fuck I was so worried.” Chan squeezed you tightly, breathing in your scent.

“I’m okay.” You say, caressing his face.

He gives you a quick peck before releasing his hold.

“Reed is in the auditorium. I think it’s out those doors. We need to get the others.” Minho informed.

“How’d you find him?”

“Security office had cameras.”

Chan nods. “Hyunjin’s in the room with Changbin and Felix…the two of them are shot.” 

“What?!” you exclaim.

“Silver bullets.” Chan’s jaw clenches.

“Where?” Minho asks.

“In a classroom back down that hall.” Chan points to the hall behind them.

“I swear I’m gonna kill him.” Minho seethes, walking ahead to the exit door.

“Minho…” you say but he’s not hearing it.

He pushes the door but it clanks with the chain around the handles, locking them in. Minho doesn’t let it stop him. He elbows the glass window on the top half of the door and it shatters. Then he removes his jacket and removes all the glass edges before placing it on the bottom part of the window and climbing through.

“Minho, wait!” you call after him.

He doesn’t stop, so you race after him.

“Y/N!” Chan calls after you, grabbing your arm.

“He’s going to get himself killed. Hurry go get the others.” You say, pulling your arm free and hurrying over to the door. 

You climb through the window gracefully, landing with a somersault. Chan groans, picking up Seungmin and running down the hall to see if Hyunjin is finished. To his pleasant surprise, he finds the bullets removed and Jisung and Jeongin. Seungmin finally wakes when Jisung splashes water on his face.

Hudson watched Chan run back down the hall, but turned back to see you running after Minho. You were going to need his help more so he followed after you, clumsily making it through the window with a scratch.

Inside the auditorium, Reed was still pacing on the stage. There were some tables behind him, one with a black duffle bag on it while the others had dusty boxes and props. Minho found his way backstage and quietly snuck forward, only revealing himself at the last minute.

“You fucking bastard.” Minho growls, coming from behind the curtain.

He shot at him twice, Reed dodging the bullets and only coming out with a graze on his arm. Minho was out with no more magazines to reload. He threw his gun to the side and marched up to Reed. He landed a punch to Reed’s face, making him stumble. Minho kept coming at him, punching him. Reed punched back, the two of them knocking each other down and rolling around on the stage in a fight for dominance.

You come bursting into the audience section, seeing them on the stage.

“Stop! Minho!” you cry out but he doesn’t hear you.

You run down the aisle, hopping up the three feet onto the stage and coming over. You grab onto Minho’s arm, trying to pull him off while dodging the blows he was giving Reed. Reed managed to flip him over and was throwing punches, only landing a fraction of them. 

You push at him with everything in you and you manage to make him stumble. Minho takes advantage, kicking him off and scrambling to his own feet. You just need to stall long enough for the others to show up. 

“Minho, stop!” you say, pulling at his arm.

He doesn’t even acknowledge you, eyes glaring red.

You move to step between them, arms outstretched, a palm on Minho’s chest. Reed stood, wiping the blood from his mouth and eyebrow. Minho spit some blood to the side, murder in his eyes.

“Minho, stop.” you say, looking at him.

He meets your eyes briefly before the sound of a door closing in the audience makes you all look. Before you could realize who it was, Reed snatched you by arm and pulled you into his chest. You grunt and Minho takes a step toward you, stopping when the barrel of a revolver hits your temple.

You shake, eyes closing as you breathe rapidly.

“Make another move and I’ll splatter her brain all over this stage.”

“You won’t.” Minho states.

“No? I have three bullets out of eight slots so her chances aren’t very high.”

Minho clenches his teeth.

Click.

You gasp, body tensing. A blank. It was blank. Wait…he actually pulled the trigger on you. You exhale with a shaky breath, sweat beading on your forehead.

“Or maybe I should just shoot you and escape while I can.” Reed says, aiming the gun at Minho.

“No!” you rasp.

“Shut up, bitch.” he jerks your body, pressing the barrel back to your head.

You squeeze your eyes shut again and he aims at Minho. “Think you will get as lucky as she does?”

Minho doesn’t move, staring him down.

Bang.

You gasp, the sound of the shot ringing in your ears as you shake. 

It wasn’t a blank. He shot at Minho and it wasn’t a blank. Your mind races in panic.

You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes - You couldn’t see him shot. Your heart ached in your chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Reed sighed. “Hudson, Hudson, Hudson…I should have left you to that fragile little couple and let you live your days as a goat farmer. Think of all the pennies you could have made.”

Confused, you will yourself to open your eyes. Minho and Hudson were on the floor, no blood in sight. You pant, realizing Hudson must have knocked him out of the way. 

“Better than being your brother.” Hudson said, standing. 

“Think you can beat the odds twice?” Reed aims his gun at Hudson.

Minho stands, dusting himself off.

“Let her go.” It was Chan.

You turn to see everyone coming into the auditorium. Changbin and Felix were walking slowly, Felix being supported by Jisung.

“You won’t make it out of this alive. All your men are dead.” Chan continued.

Reed places the gun to your head. “Take another step and we can test her odds again.”

They all stop. Changbin keeps his arm raised, aiming at Reed.

“You shoot her, I shoot you.” Changbin states, standing as firmly as he can. 

“You don’t look so good, maybe you should lay down.” Reed says.

“I’m well enough to kill you.” 

Hudson steps forward, Reed aiming the gun at him. 

“I don’t have a clear shot.” Changbin whispers to Chan.

“Shoot me.” Chan says to Reed.

“No!” you squirm.

“Shut up.” Reed presses the gun to your head.

“I know you want to. Or we can settle this like alphas.” Chan offered.

“No. I’m good.” Reed smiled.

With the gun aimed at Chan, Reed pulled the trigger.

Click.

Changbin shoots in retaliation, the bullet whooshing past Reed’s ear.

Reed laughs. “I’m enjoying this little game.”

The barrel of the gun is back at your temple and you shake, sweat and tears dripping down your face. 

“Reed, don’t.” Hudson pleaded.

Reed looked at Hudson, squinting his eyes.

Click.

You gasp, trembling in his hold.

Chan’s mouth parted as he sucked in air. The tease was too much and they needed an advantage…fast. He was too trigger happy for their sanity and they needed to separate the two of you.

“Reed..let her go and I’ll let you walk out of here. All the cops we came with were killed by your men. You can still escape.”

“You think I’m going to go through all this and not take my sister with me?”

“It’s your best option. Escape or death.”

“You let us walk out of here, and I’ll let you all have regular phone calls to keep in touch.”

“No deal.” Chan purses his lips.

“I tried.” Reed says, aiming the gun at Chan once more.

Bang, Bang.

You gasp, squirming in his grip as Chan stumbles backwards. Chan falls to the floor, blood pooling around him.

“No!” you say, bucking and thrashing in his hold.

“Let’s go.” he whispers in your ear, guiding you backwards while everyone focuses on Chan.

Jeongin notices and draws his weapon, aiming for Reed. Reed tosses his gun aside and shields himself behind you. He was bigger than you but no kill shot could be made with you in front of him without risking you getting hit. But Reed underestimated the maknae.

Jeongin kept a steady arm, eyeing Reed carefully.

“Don’t hit your precious soulmate.” Reed taunts.

Bang.

You yelp, jumping. 

The hold around you loosened as Reed stumbled backwards. He looks stunned, his shoulder aching. You scramble from his hold, turning to see him look down at his hand. His shoulder was hit - mere millimeters from where your own was.

“Cobalt bullet. We learned a few things thanks to your mismanagement.” Jeongin said, climbing onto the stage.

He handed you the gun. “Wanna do the honors?”

“That’s not me.” you shake your head. 

Now that the opportunity was there for you to take, you weren’t going to become that person, no matter what you had been through. Killing was not your thing - you had been close to it enough for a lifetime.

Hudson steps forward. “May I?”

“That was my only cobalt. The rest are silver.” Jeongin says, offering him the gun.

Hudson moves closer to Reed, kicking him to knock him over. You walk over to check on Chan, not wanting to witness this.

“This is for our parents and Aiden.” you hear Hudson say before pulling the trigger.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Reed’s body goes lax, expelling his last breath as his head falls to the side and blood drips from the hole between his eyes.

Felix is applying pressure to Chan’s wound when you come over. 

“Is he okay?” you ask.

“Bullets were through and through. He just needs some antibodies to fight the silver. He’ll be fine.” Felix informed. “Doctor Quinn is on her way.”

“What about you?” you look between Felix and Changbin.

“I’ll need more antibodies, but I should be fine. Changbin too.” Felix smiles.

You kiss his cheek, leaning over and kissing Chan as well.

Sirens rang out in the distance and you knew the police backup was finally arriving. They would clean up the bodies and close the case finally. Doctor Quinn would fix everyone up, and you all could go home. No more running and hiding. And certainly no more murderous alphas trying to keep you from your pack.

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[faithisyours]

Skinny Dipping

Chapter 2 of The List

Vi x Fem!reader

Summary: you surprise Vi with a trip to go do something off her list, skinny dipping. + a little extra at the end.

cw: Heavy petting but no actual smut, nudity, mentions to smut, mentions of food, a little emo Vi at the end, overall tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

an: Howdy! Hope everyone’s 2025 is off to a good start. As promised, here is chapter 2. This fic can be read as a stand alone, but it would probably make more sense if you read chapter 1. Also I’d like to mention that the time frame is off in this whole fic but I’m gonna try and speed run through the seasons to match up to what it is where I am. Next week we’re building a blanket fort. And if you have any ideas, let me know. Men and minors dni.

It had been almost a week since you pitched the idea of the list to Vi. She had been taking it very seriously, adding at least one thing every day. She had also been quite protective of it, keeping it close whenever you wanted to see it, moving it away from your gaze, blatantly closing it when you walked in the same room as her. You reminded her that it had been your idea to begin with, and that in order to do all of the things she was writing down, you would eventually have to see it. She simply claimed she wanted to be done writing it before she shared it with you. Fair enough.

Her not sharing it wasn’t an issue, though, considering you supplied the first thing on that list. You remembered the giddy look in her eye when you told her to add it, the way she wrote it as the first thing on the list, the kiss she gave you on the cheek as thanks for the idea. And since it was about the only one you knew for a fact was there, you were determined to surprise her sooner rather than later with it. It was also nearing late fall, and the nights were growing colder. You would have to plan fast in order to make this an actually enjoyable experience and not just turn yourselves into human popsicles.

So, you kept an eye on the weather, thought of a nearby lake that would be a good spot, and planned all the logistics down to the T. And then, you waited.

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You were sitting at the kitchen island when you heard the sound of a key unlocking the door to your apartment, announcing Vi was finally home.

“How was work?” you asked as you stood up and walked towards her.

“Oh, ya know…same as always,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around you and giving you a quick kiss.

“Well, I was wondering if you maybe, possibly wanted to accompany me this evening for a surprise?” You said it innocently enough, but Vi still gave you the most suspicious look in the history of suspicious looks.

“Did you get your hands on my notebook?” she asked accusingly, squinting her eyes and pulling away from your hug slightly.

“No, I did not. And this has nothing to do with that,” you lied, tilting your nose up in mock-indignation. She squinted her eyes even more at you.

“Right, okay,” she surveyed you, then dropped her suspicion. “Well, yes, I would love to join you. Where are we going?”

“I’m not telling you that, it’s a surprise!” You pushed her lightly on the shoulder, playfully annoyed.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just tell me what I need to do,” she surrendered.

“All you need to do is nothing. And then meet me in the car in ten minutes.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek, grabbed your bag and keys, and hurried your way down to the car.

You wanted to make sure nothing gave away the surprise, so you made sure any damning evidence was in the trunk, and then covered it all with a blanket. When you were satisfied, you plopped down into the driver's seat and waited for Vi, which didn’t take long considering you took a big chunk of that ten minutes finagling the trunk.

When Vi got into the passenger seat, the suspicious look was back on her face. You had your poker face on, however, and would not be giving anything away until you got to your destination.

You were half way into the drive, the sun setting slowly before you, when Vi decided to start grilling you on where you were going.

“Is it something off the list? At least tell me that!” she prodded. You figured there wasn’t any harm in telling her it was. It narrowed the options down, sure, but it would get her excited.

“Okay, yes, it is something off the list. But before you go accusing me, no, I did not go snooping. I remembered some of the things you wrote down and this is one of them. But just stop speculating, alright. It’s supposed to be a surprise.” You squeezed her hand, which was holding yours on her lap.

Your admission settled her speculation, and for the rest of the drive the two of you listened to music and chatted about your day. The conversation seemed to distract her, because when you pulled into the small, blessedly empty, dirt parking lot, indicating you had made it to your destination, her suspicion finally returned. She eyed you up, but you only gave her a smile as you got out of the car and popped the trunk.

Pulling the blanket aside, you grabbed the duffle bag with the towels in it and threw it over your shoulder. Vi finally came around to join you at the back of the car, but by that time you had already fixed the blanket back over everything and were closing the trunk. She eyed the duffle suspiciously, but when you beckoned her to follow you, she did.

You were a little surprised she hadn’t said anything yet. You had taken her to this lake a couple summers ago when everyone came out to celebrate Ekko’s birthday, but you would admit that it looked much different now that autumn was upon it.

You took Vi’s hand in yours as you walked down the short trail towards the lake. And once you rounded that corner and the shore opened up, Vi gasped, gave you a look that said, “oh my god, THIS is what we're doing?!?!” and kissed your cheek so hard you thought it might bruise.

The lake wasn’t big. You could probably swim from one side to the other in less than 5 minutes. But it got the job done. And it was empty, thank goodness. The last rays of light bounced off the water's surface, making it sparkle. And the thick forest surrounding it made for good privacy. It was all absolutely perfect.

You walked your vibrating-with-excitement girlfriend down towards the shore, plopping the duffle bag down next to a big oak that’s canopy arched over the water. And then you began to strip.

It wasn’t super cold out yet, but as you removed layers of clothing, goosebumps spread all across your skin. And you knew the water was guaranteed to be colder. Vi started stripping, too, only when she stopped ogling the fact you were taking your clothes off in front of her. You watched as she peeled her sweatshirt off, pulled her shoes and socks off faster than you’d seen anyone ever do that, took off the worn grey tee-shirt you sometimes slept in cause it smelled so much like her, and stepped out of the black cargo pants she had a million pairs of. She ogled, you ogled.

With both of you left in just your underwear, Vi closed the small space between the two of you and kissed you, hard, with tongue, bringing her warm hands up to caress your face. She pulled away just as fast, but it still left you both a little breathless. You don’t know exactly why you started giggling, but whatever it was, Vi was feeling a similar way, because she giggled right along with you.

“May I?” she asked, pulling lightly on the strap of your bra.

“Of course. May I?” you asked, pointing to her sports bra.

“Well, it's only fair,” she responded, a goofy smile tilting her lips.

She unclasped your bra, which was a hell of a lot easier than you attempting to pull her sports bra off, but you made it, now both topless. You leaned in, kissing her long and deep as you pulled the hem of her boxers down over her hips, getting her completely naked. She mirrored the act, and soon enough you were both completely naked, shivering slightly.

“Okay,” you grabbed her hand and faced the water, “on the count of three, we run in.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see her nodding, albeit reluctantly.

“One,” You took a step forward, “two,” you took another one, this time Vi taking it with you, “three!” and then you were running towards the water, Vi right next to you, laughing breathlessly.

“Holy fuck, its cold.” You were now chest deep in the water, the sandy bottom squishing between your toes. Vi was right next to you, grinning ear to ear, and even though it was fucking cold, you couldn’t help but grin right back at her. Sure, this had been your idea to begin with, but as soon as Vi had added it to her list, it had become one of her goals, one of her dreams. And you couldn’t help but feel over the moon about helping her bring it to life.

After a minute or two in the water, the cold wasn’t as noticeable, but it didn’t really matter considering Vi had started kissing you, again, and you had a hard time considering anything else when that happened. Her hands had come up to your face, pulling you deeper into it. You grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, wrapping your arms around her. One of her hands came down to your chest, cupping your breast, fingers gliding over your nipple. You moaned, the sound getting caught by Vi’s mouth. You needed to be closer, were going to die if you didn’t get closer. One of your hands skated all the way down her back and grabbed her ass, pulling her in, causing legs to tangle. It was her turn to moan, a sound you would kill people to hear again and again. Both of you were frantic to get flistfulls of the other. You were lost in it, nothing unusual, but you had to remember you were in a potentially public place. And that was not a kink you wanted to find out you had today.

So with unbelievable effort, you pulled away, the space between you being filled now with hot, panting breaths. “As much as I would love to fuck you in this lake, I’d like to remind you that we are in a semi-public space,” you said.

She sighed. “Alright. And it is pretty fucking cold, isn’t it?” You nodded in response. “And it's getting pretty dark. Better get back to the car,” she reasoned.

“Only if you want to, babe. This was your surprise, I want you to get everything you want out of it,” you countered. You didn’t want to cut her surprise short just because you were cold. If she wanted to stay longer, you would gaslight yourself into believing you couldn’t feel cold. Anything for her.

“Well, considering I’m naked in a lake, I’d consider this a success. And it is getting late, and I’m getting kinda hungry. I think it’s fair to say we can head back to the car now.”

You nodded in response, giving her an acknowledging smile. Hand-in-hand, you walked out of the water, only to be met with the chilly night air. You rushed over to the duffle bag, flung it open, and cocooned yourself in the first towel within reach. Teeth chattering, you watched Vi follow suit, albeit not as frantic.

“We should do this again,” you said between gritted teeth, “when it’s warmer, though.”

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m just glad you remembered to bring towels.”

“Oh, I brought a lot more than just towels,” you said, your attempt at cockiness negated by your shivering. “Just wait till you see what else is in the car.”

“Well, now I’m even more excited,” she responded. Vi had been toweling herself dry and was about to get redressed when she surveyed you, still dripping in places and shivering. “Okay, let me help you dry off, since I seem to be more immune to the chill than you.” She gave you a crooked smile, stepping closer and grabbing the edges of your towel.

“Ya, alright,” was all you managed before Vi started patting you down, moving the towel over your arms and belly, then pulling it completely off you to dry your legs. She made sure you were pretty much completely dry before grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head, forfeiting your bra. She grabbed a sweatshirt next, which happened to be the one she had been wearing earlier, but she didn’t seem to mind when she pulled it down over your head.

“I can manage the rest, I think,” you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She nodded, then started redressing herself, also forfeiting her bra and eventually pulling on your sweatshirt. Once you both were dressed and adequately warmed up, you shoved the wet towels, dirty socks, and both bras into the duffle bag. And then arm-in-arm, you walked back to the car, giggling as you went.

When the car came into sight, you popped the trunk using the key and watched it slowly rise open. You put the duffle bag down and removed the blanket, revealing a wicker basket, a medium sized cooler, and an extra pile of blankets.

“I figured alongside skinny dipping we could also have a picnic,” you said as you pulled the wicker basket and cooler forward, flipping the top on both to uncover what you had packed. In the basket there were meats, cheeses, crackers, fruit, and veggies, and in the cooler was a bottle of sparkling cider, dip for the veggies, and some ice cream sandwiches you were praying weren’t completely melted yet.

You glanced towards Vi, concerned slightly by her silence, and found her pouting, holding back tears. She scooped you up into a hug, squeezing tight. She was so incredibly thankful, but you knew that if she said it out loud she'd actually start crying, so you just nodded your head, gave her a small, knowing smile, and kissed her on the forehead.

You watched as she took a couple deep breaths and collected her thoughts, then looked around back towards the lake, her eyebrows knitting in concern. Before she could say anything though, you said, “We can eat here, if that's what you're thinking.” She nodded, giving you a knowing smile. You seemed to always be able to read her mind.

Collectively you laid out one of the blankets on the bed of the trunk, turned on the car to blast the heat and provide some toons, and unpacked the food and arranged it between the both of you. You ate, talked, and simply enjoyed each other’s company.

Eventually, though, it came time to pack up, so you reloaded the car, making sure you didn’t leave anything behind, and began the drive back home. With the radio low and a blanket draped across her lap, however, Vi was helpless to the call of sleep, and began softly snoring half way back to the apartment. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, admired how peaceful she looked, and recounted everything that had just happened. You don’t think you had ever seen Vi this happy consecutively ever. This whole list business was going to take some serious effort to complete, but if it was all going to be this fun, all going to make Vi this happy, you’d do it a million times over.

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[yandere-paramour]

Vivien's NSFW Alphabet

 A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Vivien is so touch-starved, it’s unreal. Once sex is done and everyone has been satisfied a few times over, he is all over you touching, caressing, massaging, anything he can do to feel you. He wants to spoon so he can kiss your shoulders and back and wrap both his arms around you. He’s not the best at cleaning everything up immediately, there’s a “sex towel” in his nightstand for quick things, but he’s not doing the big clean up until he’s had some time to touch and hold you, for both you and himself.

  B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)  

His favorite part of your body isn’t really a part, but he would have to say your softness. He loves hugging and cuddling you, and he loves the way your body fits into his so well. He likes to rub his cheek along your soft skin, and hold your stomach while you spoon.

His favorite part of his own body is probably his hands. They allow him to take care of things, which is what he likes best. He tends to his plants with them, cooks with them, and pleasures his Darling with them. They haven’t failed him yet.

  C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)  

He prefers to cum inside, no question. He loves feeling you wrap around him, and he likes to fantasize that he’s giving you a family like this, even if he’s really not. He’ll wear a condom with little to no protest if Darling asks, he’s just not a fan of the pull-out method. However, If you're sucking his dick, he doesn’t care if you spit or swallow. He’ll thank you for the pleasure either way. If he’s sucking your dick, he’ll swallow like a good boy.

  D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)  

He’s not a very secretive guy (except for his murders), but this isn’t something he goes around telling people. If you were pegging him and you said you were getting him pregnant, he would come so hard he blacked out. He would literally be milked dry and fully unresponsive for a minute or two as well. The thought of being filled with Darling’s child so everyone can see that Darling loves him enough to make a family with him gets him so hard it hurts.

  E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)  

I would say he has a fair bit of experience. He definitely messed around with all genders in high school and in his young adulthood. He knows the human body in a general sense so he knows where to push and rub to pleasure you, but he wants to learn your body specifically. And he’s a hands-on learner so you should help him out with that.

  F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)  

He has a few sex positions he likes. First of all, he loves hitting it from behind. He goes in much deeper and it doesn’t hurt his back all that much (his back hurts from always bending to pick up plants). Surprisingly, this is also the position he likes to be taken in. For breeding kink purposes, mating press all the way. He does know this can be a bit uncomfortable so this isn’t for a quickie, he needs you to be nice and relaxed and flexible for this one, he needs you fully open because he wants to move quickly and minimize the time you might be uncomfortable. He also likes the spooning position; it’s like sex and a cuddle all in one!

  G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)  

He is not serious at all, he loves to laugh. He could be going hard and then just say something stupid to make you burst out laughing. He loves to see that smile on your face, and he especially loves if he puts it there himself.

  H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)  

He’s got hair, guys! His hair is naturally dark and curly so the carpet does not match the drapes (dying his hair so much has straightened it, although it is somewhat curly after a shower). He has a happy trail, and his legs are definitely hairy. He doesn’t like shaving, but he also doesn’t like having the hair trapped under his clothes, so he keeps it trimmed relatively short, but he is a hairy boy. He would shave if Darling asked him, but he would probably forget all the time.

  I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)  

He is pretty romantic during it, although it depends if the sex is gentle or rough. During gentle sex, he is very romantic, with lots of gentle caresses and kisses. He’ll even lick the tears off your face and leave kisses in their place. If it’s a special occasion, he’ll light candles and turn on ambient lighting and soft music to accentuate the mood. During rough sex, he is a little less romantic but even if he’s pounding at 30mph, he’ll still be talking about how wonderful and perfect you are and how amazing you feel around him and how thankful he is that you’re letting him do this to you.

  J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)  

Bro is constantly jacking off. He literally feels like he has to at least once a day but usually twice. It makes him sleepy so he doesn’t do it in the morning, but he does it in the shower after work (as long as Darling’s not showering with him), and before he goes to sleep. 

  K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)  

Obviously a breeding kink, he wants a family so bad, but he also has a few more kinks. He hasn’t quite made the connection that this is a kink, but he’s into happy dacryphilia. He very much has a fantasy where he’s fucking you so well that you just start crying from being overwhelmed that you are loved so much, and he licks and kisses your tears away and pounds even harder. 

  L = Location (favorite places to do it)  

An apartment is definitely preferred. Whether it's yours, his, or a shared apartment between the two of you, he likes it. This is not to say he is shy, he will have public sex if you're okay with it; he would just prefer no one saw you vulnerable like that. He doesn't care if anyone sees his naked ass thrusting, he just doesn't want anyone to see you like that.

  M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)  

Most things turn him on, and you guys know he has an extreme breeding kink in which anything related to either of you getting the other pregnant has him weak in the knees, but really anytime you show love for him, makes him adore you. Whether you cook dinner so he doesn't have to, give him a hug and kiss when he gets through the door, or spend a Saturday afternoon watching his favorite anime with him, it just makes him feel loved and he wants to show that back to you.

  N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)  

He will not share, he will not degrade or maim you, and he will not allow people to view you in the act. He couldn't give a shit if anyone hears how good he's making you feel, he just doesn't want anyone to see. He'll call you his beautiful, perfect whore and give you a few smacks on the ass; it just makes him feel icky and abusive to do anything further.

  O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

He is happy to join in either way. He's been sucking dick and eating pussy since high school; he knows what he's doing, and he definitely likes being on his knees for you. When he's giving, he's looking up and giving you cute bedroom eyes, he'll utilize his hands to get at the parts his mouth can't reach, and he knows just how to relax his throat and elongate his tongue to make it better for you. However, if he's receiving, he is losing any and all composure. He is drenched in sweat and tears, clutching something nearby for dear life, and desperately trying not to fuck your mouth.

  P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)  

He's slow at first because if he doesn't want to hurt you. He knows it's best if he works you up to it. But once he gets going, he's gone. He can do it any kind of way you prefer, but he prefers fast and hard. He wants you to feel every inch of what he's giving you, and he prefers it a little more rough than gentle.

  Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)  

Sure, why not? He would gladly have a quickie with you. EXCEPT, he would prefer just oral or fingering with a quickie. A quickie is supposed to be quick, and if his dick gets involved, one fast round will turn into four slow ones and then the whole afternoon is gone. If it's just oral, he can tease a quick orgasm out of you and then both of you are back to the party before anyone notices.

  R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)  

On a scale of 1-10, I would say he's about a 6 or 7. He'll try almost anything once, and he'll definitely try it if Darling wants to. He, in particular, would love to try some of the crazy positions, like with him upside down or you being a wheelbarrow. But he always starts with the two default positions: missionary and hitting it from behind.

  S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)  

He has a lot of stamina and almost no shame. He doesn't last long, maybe 5-10 minutes before he explodes, but he's back up and ready to go again in only about two minutes. Very short refraction time. He's a healthy young man and he can go about three or four rounds before he has to stop because he's milked dry. But give him a Gatorade and half an hour and he's sure he can pull together one last nut for you.

  T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)  

He has a fleshlight or four. He keeps getting too rough with them and cracking/breaking them. He just can't help himself! Another thing he recently bought that he only has one of is a butt plug angled to hit his prostate. He bought it on a whim and saw stars. For you, he would probably get some sort of vibrator to stimulate you while he fucks you. Penetration isn't always enough to get you there and he knows you need something a little more. However, something he DOES NOT like is if you use a dildo. This is so stupid and juvenile but he gets jealous of it. You're supposed to use him! Not stupid plastic! He is fleshy and warm and way more comfortable AND he doesn't run out of batteries.

  U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)  

He's not really one to actually tease. Like if you're close, he'll try and tease you like making you beg him to keep going, but it's an empty threat and you both know it. He's going to keep thrusting because he doesn't fuck around about your pleasure or his. So feel free to squeeze him and tease him back. He deserves it.

  V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)  

He's moderately loud. He does a lot of moaning and crying and talking to you, it's honestly embarrassing (or it would be if he had any shame, but he does not). He can't help but tell you how lovely you are and how much he loves you and how perfect you look taking him like this. He is incapable of shutting up, he needs to babble like an idiot the whole time.

  W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)  

If he's in a submissive mood, he would really like to be tied up. Specifically tied up in a mating press. Specifically tied up in a mating press with you pegging him. Specifically tied up in a mating press with you pegging him and growling in his ear that you're breeding his tight pussy.

He's a little embarrassed to admit this outright but he will heavily hint at it.

  X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)  

He's skinny but muscular. Kind of a swimmer's build. 7 in dick, heavy balls. Lets his pubes grow out so everything is covered in a thin layer of dark, curly hair.

  Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)  

High. My boy is always yearning. He will have sex 87% of the time. You could wake him up at three in the morning and say "fuck me" and he'll happily do it. There is almost no chance his Darling's sex drive is higher or even on par with his, but don't worry; he is no stranger to his right hand.

  Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)  

If everything is done, you and him are all cleaned up, hydrated, and satisfied, he would love to go straight to sleep. These rounds really do take a lot out of him and he's only human. He would prefer you lay down and fall asleep with him, but he gets it if you don't want to sleep. As long as you're cuddled up in the bed with him while he sleeps, he'll be fine. If you insist on moving around the apartment or even LEAVING the apartment, he'll get up and follow you, but he will be yawning and stumbling around like a baby deer the whole time.

[possibilistfanfiction]

Prompt: Vi and gentleness, healing from prison trauma

[give vi seven million hugs!!!!!!!]

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vi jolts awake next to you; it wakes you up, her panicked breathing coming way too fast.

'hey,' you say, trying your best to be comforting. she's told you some of what her life in prison was like, but she was seventeen — a child — when she went in, and you know that, whatever she's told you, the reality was so, so much worse. 'vi, it's okay.'

she's still panicked, though, pulling at her hair and curled in on herself, her muscles straining hard, sweat soaking down her bare back, shiny against tattoos and scars spread all over her skin. this is the first of her nightmares you'd woken up to; you know she's had them before, because you've woken in the middle of the night to a cold bed and found her on the couch, dark circles under her eyes with some animal documentary playing on mute, scared to fall back asleep.

vi, in the light, is so strong, with her broad shoulders and the serious set of her brow, the way she cares and cares and cares. vi, in the moonlight silvering through the window, in the dark, is small, and terrified.

she flinches away from your touch, still stuck in a different world. you turn on your bedside lamp and try one of the grounding exercises that you use for yourself when you start to spiral. she's reluctant but it's always easier to come back to reality when all you have to do is name four things you can see, or two things you can smell, rather than make sense of the whole present world at once, and so she tries.

her breathing slows and eventually, she deflates enough that she stops looking like she's going to punch through a wall at any given moment. 'sorry,' she croaks as you hand her a glass of water.

you roll your eyes: of course her first impulse would be to apologize after a real honest-to-god panic attack.

'violet,' you say, just that, and she softens even more. 'can i touch you?'

she nods, and your light touch on her shoulder turns into an engulfing hug, her arms wrapping around you tight while she rests her head in the crook of your neck, just trying to steady her breath further. you figured out early on that vi loved physical touch, from everyone she cared about, and it wasn't a mystery as to why. still, to hear her mumble, 'no one touched me gently for five years,' makes you want to cry.

you can cry later, though, because she needs you right now to be strong. 'do you want to talk more about it?'

she sighs. 'can we just... stay like this? just for now?'

you run your hand through her hair, gently brush it back from her face, and kiss the scar through her brow: from a guard's baton, her third night there, you'll learn one day. 'we can stay like this all night, vi,' you promise.

//

vi flops down onto the mat when you get to the climbing gym, closing her eyes and taking a big breath, then letting it out slowly. she had been quiet in the car, but she'd smiled when you put on an old album she loved. you have a standing climbing date every other thursday afternoon, after she has therapy, and usually it only takes her a few minutes to fully come back to you: eventually, she's laughing and smiling like normal, leading the hardest overhangs in the gym with a powerful ease, joking that your knot is dressed to the eights while you do a safety check, kissing your cheek delightedly while you groan.

today, though, she stays quiet and serious. she's still encouraging and respectful, as she always, without fail, is, but she favors her left shoulder — her bad one, which you continue to gently pester her to get looked at — and still climbs the most intense dihedral chimney, holding her arm to her chest when you lower her.

'at least ice that, please,' you ask — a little desperate, a little out of your depth with this heavy and stubborn a mood — when you finish up and head back to your apartment to shower and order food. you debate texting jinx, but you had promised her that vi would be at your place tonight; apparently she and ekko had planned to have a small party and you didn't want to interrupt. vi is your girlfriend, and you can handle it. you want her in your life as long as she'll have you, and so you need to be able to handle it.

vi just grunts and leans her head against the window, flexing her left wrist a few times. you tell her to shower first, and she just nods, doesn't even try to give you any lines to convince you to shower with her. she comes out of the bathroom in boxers and wool hiking socks and one of your soft fleece quarter zips, her favorite on days where the past lingers a little too much. she pulls you in for a gentle kiss — an apology, a thank you — before you head to the bathroom, and when you finish and sit next to where she's curled up on the couch, your hair wrapped in a towel and dressed in your favorite knit palazzo pants and a bra, your glasses on, she sighs.

'hard day in therapy?'

'i — this is the anniversary of the day i went to prison,' she says, quiet, staring off into the corner at nothing. she won't meet your eyes, but of course you don't make her. 'i should've told you.'

'violet.' she accepts your upturned, outstretched palm. 'the only thing i need from you tonight is to stop apologizing. you, today, in this moment, have done absolutely nothing wrong.'

'huh. i'm sor—'

your glare stops her, and you exchange small, amused smiles.

'i'm still getting used to... this, i guess.'

it's been nearly a year, but you don't take offense.

'i talked about you in therapy today,' she continues. 'like, not bad, obviously, just that it's so hard to tell you about, like, the way my—' her voice breaks and she swallows once — 'my parents died, or, how hard it was to try to take care of powd—jinx, or... you know, i was just a kid.'

she's desperately fighting back tears; you scoot closer to her and lift her chin with your finger, gently, to meet your eyes. 'you were a child. none of that should have happened to you.'

she frowns, but a few tears fall freely, and she, thankfully, doesn't try to stop them. 'a lot of it was my fault.'

you shrug. 'maybe you did some stupid things. but so did i, and certainly so did jayce, and all that happened to us was a scolding. i know you know this, but it wasn't fair, or just, or right, what you had to live through because you were a dumb kid, or because you had only impossible choices to make.'

'i swear, you and my therapist are in cahoots.' her voice wobbles but she relaxes, just slightly.

'i have an idea,' you say. you know she doesn't have work tomorrow, and jinx is with ekko all night, and you can take the day off if you need. 'put some pants on.'

//

you lay out the warm blanket you'd brought on the sand; it's freezing, but the spiked hot chocolate you'd put in your to-go mugs is still hot, and vi is like a furnace when you lean into her side. you'd bought this small house on the lake a few months ago, had been waiting until it was finished to surprise vi on vacation. but this was more important: her eyes had gotten big when you'd driven up the long, winding driveway, and she'd reverently said, 'no fucking way, cupcake,' when you'd explained that, really, you hoped it could belong, in all the important ways, to the both of you. an hour and a half drive from the city; the wildflowers and one of her favorite climbing spots only twenty minutes away: a respite, from it all.

'i've never seen this many stars,' she says, awe and grief in the frost of her breath.

you don't say that you've been in more remote places than this together; you just look out over the lake where they reflect back, blinking and shimmering. 'i know your brain and body don't always believe you, and that's okay,' you tell her, 'but you're free, vi.'

she sniffles, and then she nods, and then she laughs. 'my therapist isn't going to believe this.'

you end up laughing too, and you lie back with her on the blanket in the cold, and you teach her constellations. when you look out over the water, the horizon line lost between cosmos and earth, you realize it's the same as your love for her too: endless.

//

'i'm not hungry.'

you roll your eyes. 'you didn't eat lunch.'

'well, i haven't done anything today.' she fusses with the sling her left arm is snugly nestled in; she hurt her shoulder again on a call last night, and it was so bad this time she couldn't hide it from her captain. she's finally agreed to see a specialist next week, if only to stop you from nagging, or so she insisted.

'vi.'

'cait, just, stop.' it's harsh, harsher than she ever really is, and she sighs. 'please.'

you offer your hand quietly and she takes it with her good one. you fight every impulse you have to nag at her, or to offer a million different things for dinner. 'okay.'

she deflates in obvious relief, and you quietly make your way through a few episodes of a show that night until you both wearily head up to your bed. your house is beautiful, and you love sharing a home with her; you turn down the comforter and she tries to get comfortable with her sling, dutifully, still on. her stomach grumbles, and you know she must be starving, but you don't say anything. sometimes she still needs to process in her own time; sometimes her body is still convinced it's just on this edge of surviving.

you let her pretend to be asleep.

in the morning she picks at her breakfast, an egg and cheese with bacon on a roll from the bodgea down the street, her regular favorite. vi is still sweet — she always is, affectionate and bright and devoted and funny — but her smile is only half-hearted and she neatly wraps her sandwich up after she's only finished with half and then places it in the fridge.

you bite your tongue again, because she takes ibuprofen without any reminder and gets her computer set up at the kitchen island; she's doing some work from home, records and order forms, so that she can still help but doesn't actually need to go in today if she was just going to be stuck at a desk anyway.

eventually, you're getting ready to go meet jinx and ekko to have dinner and watch a wnba game at your favorite sports bar; you had spent the day working from home too in your office, occasionally checking on vi but mostly leaving her to her own devices. it's hard, sometimes, not to smother her, but she's her own grown up person, and you know from loving her that whatever's bothering her will, eventually, work its way out.

it does, when you walk into her closet after a light knock on the door and see her in her boxers, sling off, frowning at a pair of jeans with tears in her eyes. they're old, ones she's had the entire time you've known her, a light wash that sits loose and low on her hips, one of the knees tearing over the years. she tries to wipe her cheeks immediately when you walk in, but only ends up wincing and grabbing at her left arm in inescapable pain she can't hide quick enough. instead of asking what's wrong, though, you stay quiet and sit neatly on the little leather bench, pick up the discarded jeans from the floor and fold them neatly.

'they don't — they don't fit anymore,' she says. 'at least, not like they used to.'

it's not hard for you to understand, and it's another layer of grief for her: when you first met vi, she was all muscle, as lean and cut as anyone you'd ever seen. you'd gathered that she grew up with a combination of not having enough food, especially while she was incarcerated, and then being much more worried about jinx eating than herself. you think she enjoys food, and she'll happily cook with you, but left to her own devices, still lives off of protein shakes.

it's hard, to know how to navigate ghosts nestled in her ribs, in her hips, in the tender, torn and frayed ligaments of her shoulder. she sits down next to you. 'well, these were on their way out anyway,' you decide on, hoping a little levity will help her sort through her feelings.

'i — am i still hot?'

it's a question that surprises you, and it surprises her too, based on the look of horror that crosses her face and the way she brings her good hand up to cover her mouth immediately. you try so hard, but you can't fully fight the laugh that bubbles out of you, and vi shoves you weakly with a whine but she starts, after a few seconds, laughing too.

'darling,' you say, relieved to see a real smile on her face, even if she's turned red in embarrassment, 'you're so hot. so unbelievably sexy.' you run your hand through her hair. 'even with this less-than-ideal mullet monstrosity you've chosen at the moment.'

she rolls her eyes. 'it's in right now.'

you shake your head, but it's all so fond, all so warm. you trace the strong line of her thigh, make a little swirl with your finger in the hair along her knee. 'these are so sexy.' you lean over to kiss her good shoulder, its broad expanse, and then tap along her bicep, not as lean as it used to be, but still defined and so, so strong. 'these too.' you touch her cheeks, slightly fuller, and kiss the freckles on her nose, which makes her smile. 'you know i love these.' and there's a layer of fat now, over what used to be the most intimidatingly shredded abs you'd ever seen; there's a line of defined muscle down vi's stomach still, but not the same as the eight pack that used to sit prominently. 'this might be my favorite part, though,' you tell her, and lay your hand there, run your thumb along the soft trail of hair that runs from below her boxers to her belly button.

'there's... there's no way.'

there's a million quips you could make, and you sense that this is going to take more therapy, more tough choices, more bad days, to really sort through. vi has always needed to be the strongest and fastest and fittest in the room; it's the way she survived, the way she made it out of what is truly a hell still alive. so instead, you just answer honestly: 'you're healthy.'

it seems to occur to her, all at once, that maybe that's true: she climbs better than she ever has, and she still sets new records at the fire department for strength and conditioning not infrequently; she's been sleeping through the night more often, and, during the good patches of time that stretch further and further without interruption, she tries all kinds of different foods with you, more adventurous than you'll ever be, and enjoys telling you her favorite parts. not for nothing, either, but she drinks enough actual water, not just protein shakes and a sip from a water fountain at the gym at the end of every session.

'i — i'm not used to it.'

she doesn't sound nearly as upset as before, mostly confused and a little curious. you play your knuckles against her ribs lightly, still pressing into her skin when she breathes, but not fully visible like before. 'this? or eating enough food without thinking about it?'

she laces her fingers with yours. 'i guess, both? i wasn't thinking a lot about it, but now i can't climb or lift and, well, i just. food was calories, and i wasn't burning as many, and then, well.' she sighs and meets your eyes. 'i'm still kind of confused, to be honest. there's a lot going on.'

'you've got time to figure it out,' you assure. 'and, according to your sister,' you hold up your phone and read off jinx's text, just ordered wings, sliders, jalapeño poppers, loaded fries, brussels sprouts, and a pitcher for everyone so pls finish up whatever u two are doing (no details!!!!) bc i am NOT paying for all that :) xoxo

vi laughs, deep and real this time, and brings her hand up to hold your jaw in her palm. 'thank you.'

'there's no need. you really are the hottest you've ever been.'

she blushes. 'still, cait. thank you.'

you nod; you'll accept it for now. she gets dressed in a relatively new pair of thick cotton barrel pants she loves, ones you’d shopped for together, and puts on a beanie just to humor you; you kiss her for it even when she rolls her eyes at your clear delight.

you meet your family — hers, at first, sure, but yours too, a collective — at the bar, and of course, you do pay, and jinx toasts to your black card, and you roll your eyes but you laugh too. your home team wins and vi's favorite player gets a triple-double and when you get home later, full and a little tipsy, you're careful of her shoulder but you still show her all the ways you think she's sexy, and wonderful, and hot as hell.

when you wake up the next morning, she's still sound asleep next to you, naked and absolutely gorgeous. you, allegedly, were supposed to meet jayce for a run, but you text him for a raincheck. instead, you curl into her strong, capable side, and decide to let you both rest a little longer.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Brill and Bev are so interesting to me. There’s just smth about their dynamic that I love so much. How they’re both filled with a fear of failure. Bev is scared of letting down her parents and not living up to her mother’s crazy high expectations. Brill is scared that one day, so many truths about himself that he keeps hidden will get out. And when that happens, he’ll wind up stuck in Tulsa forever. But when they’re together, that doesn’t matter anymore.

When she’s with Brill, Bev doesn’t have to be the girl who carries all of her mother’s hopes and dreams on her back. She doesn’t need to be the girl that has to make it, so she doesn’t become her parents. She can just be a teenager, wrapped up in the arms of a boy she loves. And she knows there’s no judgement. If she showed up on his doorstep, crying and soaked from rain, he’d pull her in, hug her close, and then give her a towel and hand her a pair of clothes that she keeps at his house. And then, in the warmth of his bed and the safety of his arms, she could tell him what happened. And there’s judgement. Because she knows she doesn’t need to validate her pain to him. She can just tell him that her parents were fighting again, and her mom started directing her anger at Bev and she couldn’t take it anymore. And he’d pulled closer, one arm around her waist, the other holding her hand, and would kiss her head and tell her it’s going to be ok. Maybe not soon, but eventually, when they get out of this town, it’s going to be ok.

And Brill found safety in Bev. He found someone who maybe didn’t fully understand him, but loved him regardless. And she always reminded him that her love was unconditional. She was safe for him. And when they were together, Brill didn’t need to be ashamed or scared to be who he was. He could tell her that he loved to dance and it wasn’t something he did just for sports. He could tell her about his family and their history without the fear that she’d tell everyone and then leave him alone. And she loved and supported him completely. How she’d maybe even ask him to show and tell her about things. She’d ask him to show her a dance step that he’d known since he was seven years old. She’d ask him about his traditions and ask to see his family photos. She wanted to know each part of him, and love every single one.

And some nights, when they’d find themselves curled up together in one of their beds, they would start to quietly talk about their future. They planned it out together. How they’d get out of Tulsa and move to some big city like New York. How they’d get an apartment together, one that could be filled with things they loved and they wouldn’t need to hide. Maybe they’d get a cat or dog. Maybe they’d have a kid or two. But whatever they did, they’d be happy together. Suddenly, their quiet nights alone wouldn’t become a once or twice a week thing. Suddenly, they’d be free together. Free from the reminders and the pressure that Tulsa gave them. They’d be ok and they’d be together. And that would always pull them to a comfortable sleep together.

[magiclwritings]

Sometimes he was truly left in awe of those around him. And maybe that was why magical creatures were always made out to be stuck up and overbearing. But as Apollo raced around their room when Isaac's magic finally waned was possibly the funniest thing he'd ever witnessed. He didn't dare say a word though. This was serious, and it was. Theo was something very serious. He just nodded and did as Apollo asked which he'd found challenging for the first attempt at moving after the fact.

His cheeks reddened and he held onto Apollo for support out of the bed. Perhaps he'd asked for it a little too rough. No such thing. But still, he gladly helped Isaac dress and fix his bed ruined curls until he looked mildly respectable. He truly wasn't worried about rejoining the two but he knew Apollo was going to get the ass about it and so he kissed him softly and brought his boyfriend in for another tight hug. "Ya go' ta take a breath, Apollo." He told him, kissing his temple gently and he nuzzled his nose just under the other's ear. "We gon' figure this ou'. Especially wit' all the help." He'd meant that genuinely but he needed him to know he'd meant it. Regardless of how they'd gotten sidetracked, Theo was the focus.

"Magic isn't just a linear thing." Cass countered but he couldn't deny that Oliver had a point. Even if he didn't want to admit that for once his brother was going to pull through. He'd never say that to his boyfriend but he supposed if he was going to have this man in his life, then he'd have to start trusting his feelings too. It wasn't as if Olive had ever lead him in a wrong direction. Or to work with men that could possibly kill him and/or everything and everyone he's ever loved ever. "And I don't think what's going on with this little one has much to do with what happened to those two." Cass tried his best to not roll his eyes but still found it happening despite himself. "Don't repeat that." He quickly added, knowing damn well Oliver was going to only want to know what that meant even more.

Cass turned finally to see the pair of them coming down. Though the tension seemed lessened, he didn't take kindly to being disrespected in such a way. But he'd swallow it for Apollo. Hopefully whatever that was, fixed his little problem for the time being. He had really hoped that Apollo's theory of them all growing out of this phase one day was true because if not ..., well, there really wasn't another alternative, Cass hated his life without Maddox in and would suffer the world to continue to make it happen. "Oliver says we've got to get on Orion's spell." He didn't wait for Apollo to agree or redirect anywhere, they'd wasted enough time and the blond preferred to keep the peace so long as it was allowed.

"Oliver?" He asked, watching Isaac pluck the sleeping boy into his arms and switch seats with the man in question. He looked ... settled, almost serene like. Cass hadn't had the chance to ever see Isaac in such a fashion, so unbothered. It wasn't a wonder why Apollo had been attracted to him but now, without all the fury, he could see why. Beautiful. The blond shook his head and found his hand in Oliver's before he knew it. "There's everything you could need and more in the house if need be, what can I do to help you?"

It was nothing new for Cassio to see Apollo naked. It wasn’t anything new for him to see Apollo post sex, though he didn’t dare mention that to Issac because he didn’t want his best friend murdered. Of course, he participated when Cassio had seen him in such a state. He had never seen Apollo in a post-sex haze with someone else. He couldn’t look at his friend as he stood in their bedroom doorway. Apollo’s stared at the comforter, brow furrowed. He had forgotten entirely that Cassio and Oliver were even downstairs. His heart raced, and he sat up, clutching at his chest. “Fuck,” He muttered as the door closed and Isaac locked it. Apollo had forgotten that Theo was downstairs. “What the fuck?” He said again, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and slipping out of it. 

He searched wildly around the room, gathering his clothes and tossing them on messily. It wasn’t like him to get swept up in the moment like that or to forget something as huge as a kid claiming to be his son. He had a spell to perform, he had answers to get, and he was up here fucking? “How did I…” He muttered, picking up Isaac’s shirt instead of his own and tossing it backward to his boyfriend. “That wasn’t…” Apollo hopped on one foot, putting his socks on. “I’ve never…”

When he was dressed, Apollo turned to Isaac, seeing him still on the bed with his clothes in front of him. “Isaac,” He said breathlessly, his pupils blown out and his gaze wild. “I think there’s some kind of magic protecting Theo or-or stopping me from performing this spell to find more answers. I think we were victims of it. Like a distraction spell or a protection one? To prevent us from finding the truth of what’s going on.” He had never heard of such a thing, but when magic was involved, anything was possible. “Get dressed,” Apollo said as he made his way to Isaac, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. “And let’s get downstairs. I’ll have Cassio analyze us to see what kind of traces that magic was so we know what we’re dealing with.” 

Oliver was shocked to see Cassio return alone. Something isn’t right. He felt it in his bones. Apollo and Isaac didn’t act like this; it wasn’t the first or even fifth fight they had seen the couple have. It never ended up with them abandoning the company to fuck it out. “But if Theo’s mom did this and altered all our memories, she’d have to be around us. You’ve probably met her, and Isaac probably has, but I’ve never met her. She wouldn’t even know about me unless it’s a proximity thing around Theo. Like anyone around him gets their memories jumbled, but the neighbor watching him remembered him.” Oliver stroked the boy’s hair, pushing it away from his forehead. Was it wrong that he hoped he was Apollo’s son? Because he didn’t want his new nephew to not be in his life as selfish as that was. “We have to do my brother’s spell and get to the bottom of Theo and whatever happened to Apollo and Isaac.”

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 32 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

This chapter is short and sweet! Minus the sweet, whoops.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut , @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls anyone else please let me know.

Don avoided me like the plague. No one seemed to notice thankfully, they were busy training again, preparing for the warfare they would head over to face in Okinawa. I made myself useful but still there was little for me to do. The injured had been shipped off the aid stations and then home due to it all being finished over here. They kept only the fit young men who they would use again when they went to help the troops in the Pacific. 

When I wasn’t busy stocking medical supplies or treating minor injuries the men sustained in training, I walked aimlessly through Austria. I replayed the scene with Don, thinking about all that was said. I had hoped he would come around soon enough but still, he kept his distance. I also thought about leaving, I kept an eye out for the shimmer. I had made up my mind that if I were to see it, I wouldn’t hesitate to go back. I wouldn’t say goodbye, I would leave. That’s why whenever I left the base I packed all of my belongings and brought them along with me. Not that I had much in the first place, most of my possessions already resided in my medic bag. 

After finishing my menial task of stocking shelves I headed for the door, but a voice stopped me in my tracks. 

“Major Winters wants to speak to you Em.” Spiers had caught my elbow as I brushed past him quickly with my head down. I faced away from him, my eyes still glued to the door. I sighed nodding.   

Speirs led the way through the building to Winters’ office. He opened the door greeting the pair that spoke in hushed whispers, they straightened seeing they had been interrupted. Lew and Dick smiled as I stepped into the room. I hadn’t spoken to them in months. I never wanted to bother them, they were always so busy. 

“Thank you Speirs.” Dick dismissed the Captain. He saluted before exiting the room. 

Winters’ eye landed on me, I cast my stare down to the ground, fidgeting with my hands. I felt as if I had been brought into the principal's office. 

“Please take a seat.” Richard gestured to the chair that sat in front of the desk. I shuffled forward, dropping my bag to the ground and sitting.

“How have you been?” Dick asked politely. 

I flicked my eyes towards him, my chin still lowered to the floor.   

“Fine.” 

Lew awkwardly cleared his throat at my rigid response. 

“Well I’m glad to hear it.” Winters’ said after a beat when he realised that was all I was going to say. 

“Emily, I called you in today to talk to you about the future.”

I froze after hearing the words, ‘the future’. I glanced up again, both Lew and Dick stared at me with expecting looks. They wanted me to say something, but I couldn’t get my mouth to work. I nodded my head, encouraging Winters’ to continue. 

“I noticed that you never registered. We never officially offered a contract, but we assumed you would at least ask to be compensated.” 

“No, sir. I don’t want any money. I’m a volunteer.” I shook my head. There would be no use for the money I received. I didn’t have a bank account to hold it, people would ask too many questions. It was better just to remain undetected. 

“Yes, but even volunteer’s get paid.” Dick clarified.

“You can give my earnings to the other’s, or donate it to charity. But I do not want that money.” I stated firmly. 

Both Lew and Dick looked perplexed. I’m sure they wondered why on earth I was turning down a decent pay. 

“Is that all?” I asked rather impatiently. This meeting was making me even more anxious than I already was. 

“No. We wanted to discuss other things as well.” Dick stuck out his hand ushering me to sit back down in the seat I had started to rise out of. 

“The fighting in the Pacific is brutal. More cruel than what we have experienced. I just wanted to inform you that you do not need to go.” Winters’ face was pale, his expression sour. 

I knew of the brutality of the Pacific. The Japanese were ruthless, they didn’t care about their own survival, only the triumph of their country. It was an honour for them to die for their nation. A heroic death to be killed in action, they would rather die than go home injured, or pull back. 

“They have enough medic’s over there.” He pulled me from my thoughts. 

“But aren’t we sending men, sir?” 

“Yes-”

“Then you will need more medic’s to care for those who will be travelling over there, am I wrong?” I challenged the Major. 

He sighed. 

“I’m going to be honest, Emily. I don’t particularly want to send any of the men over there, but they don’t really have a say. However, like I said before, you aren’t registered, and I don’t want you to go over there, not if we have a choice.” His brow furrowed in concern. For his men, for me. 

“Thank you for your consideration, but I will be going if need be.” I gave a tight smile. 

The men shifted awkwardly in their seats. I know I was being difficult, but there was no point putting on a show, and pretending I was fine. It didn’t matter in the end.

“What are your plans for after the war? Are you returning home?” Lew asked, trying to ease the tension in the room. 

“No, I don’t intend to return back to America.” I shook my head, keeping my eyes trained to the floor. Even though I couldn’t see the men I knew they were exchanging glances. 

“What is your plan?” Dick asked hesitantly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe I will stay in Austria if we don’t leave, or somewhere else. I haven’t planned anything. But that’s fine no one is waiting for me back home, so I’m free to do as I please.” 

“Have you spoken to Malarkey about this?” Winters’ asked. 

The mention of his name made me snap my head up to stare at Dick. 

“Why would I need to speak to Don about this?” I questioned, venom laced in my tone. 

“Oh, well.” Winters’ stumbled over his words. 

“You two are together are you not?” Nixon finished Dick’s ramblings. 

“No offence, Sir. But I’m not sure how that’s any of your business?” 

My retort left the pair with their mouths hung open. I didn’t mean to be so bitter, but I couldn’t stop it. I was hurting. I knew they were only asking because they cared for me. But I wanted to cut ties and just flee. 

“I’m sorry. I think I should go.” I stood from my seat before they dismissed me, giving a half-hearted salute before rushing out the door. 

My breaths left me in short gasps as I tried to control the sobs that desperately wanted to escape my mouth. Hot tears streamed down my face, as I put my head down and made my way out of the building. I crashed into several shoulders, mumbling quiet apologies, never lifting my head to see who I was saying sorry to. 

I stumbled outside, gasping for air in between my sobs. I covered my mouth trying to muffle the awful sounds. 

“Emily?” I heard from behind me. I turned away from the voice, hiding my face from view. 

“”Em?” Speirs asked again, walking closer. 

I rushed away, but I could hear his footsteps following after me. I headed towards the forest, I wanted to be out of sight. 

Choking and spluttering I lent against one of the trees for support as I cried. 

Speirs moved me away from the trunk I clung to, pulling me into his arms. 

“I fucked up.” I blubbed out. 

“Shhhhh.” Speirs hushed, pressing me into his chest. His hand cradled my head, his fingers tangling in my hair in a soothing manner. 

His chin rested on top of my head, he held me until my crying stopped. By then I had crumpled to the ground in a heap as Speirs hugged me close. 

“What’s going on?” Ron asked as I finally pulled away. His thumbs caught the stray tears that streaked down my cheeks. 

“I’m not going home.” I told him. His brows furrowed in concern. 

“Is this about not having anywhere to go? Cause if that’s it, you can come with me.” 

I shook my head. 

“I can’t stay. I don’t want to burden anyone.” My heart hurt. I didn’t want to be a sad reminder of the war, like some stray dog someone brought home because they felt bad for it.

“I can’t ask that of anyone. That’s cruel. People have families they actually need to care for.” I crumpled a dry leaf in my hand watching its shattered remains scatter to the floor. 

“We love you, why can’t you ask that of us?” Speirs asked, his head dipping down to try and meet my eyeline. 

“I’m used to being alone. It’s my normal niche. This isn’t normal for me to be surrounded by so many people. I think I need my space.” I didn’t truly mean those words that left my mouth, but I needed to convince myself that I couldn’t stay. The more I believed it, the better. I couldn’t have any doubts when leaving.

“Do you really mean that?” Spiers asked. 

Ron knew me well. Which pulled a bitter laugh from my throat. This universe was cruel, giving me everything I ever wanted and then snatching it all away.   

“I have no place here.” I muttered. 

“What about Malarkey?” Speirs asked.

“What about him?” I snapped.

“I thought you two were in love?” Speirs asked tentatively. 

“Yeah, well things change!” I huffed. “But what does it matter? It still doesn’t change the fact, I’m not going home. I will serve until everyone else leaves, and then I will make my own way. That was always my plan, I look after me, cause no one else will! I will not be someone’s responsibility! I don’t want the charity, someone to take me home and then regret it. I can’t ask that of strangers.” 

“You think we’re strangers?” Speirs sounded hurt. 

I lifted my head to look at him. “Yes, we are. We aren’t a family, you do not carry the responsibility of an older brother, I am not yours to try and take care of! You have family, people who need you. I am not one of those people. I don’t want your pity.” The words felt like acid in my mouth. Seeing Speirs’ mask slip slightly and crack at my harsh words, sent pain shooting through my chest. He quickly regained his composure, taking a deep breath. Ron rose to his feet, a tight smile graced his features. 

“If you say so, Lane.”

That was all he said before we strided away. I had done it once a-fucking-gain. Pushed all those who cared for me away. God I was good at ruining everything.  

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Chapter 33

[volivolition]

Idk if you saw or not but a new chapter of the fury of a shattered mirror dropped last night! I haven’t read it yet but I thought I should let you know 😎👍

awughgh HELL YEAH!! ive been away from my laptop for a while so i didnt see, thank you birdy!! :] this is the best news ive had all day hkjgh <33 excited very excited going to read it now <33

[haedgaf]

that part where he helped mc on the rink and taught her how to ice skate…. or when he got injured and only cried when he was w mc… why don’t we all just die 😭😭😭😭 this 10/10 fic like omfgggg

ice ice baby- lee donghyuck

info: donghyuck x reader, hockey player!donghyuck, manager!reader, college au, enemies to lovers (gender neutral reader)

wc: 12.1k 

warnings: cursing, suggestive content (some hate making out), there’s an injury described but it’s not serious and it’s not graphic

(a/n: this took me way longer than i had anticipated due to writers block but i hope everyone enjoys it! also i am a very casual fan of hockey and i tried to do research on hockey especially ncaa hockey to make this realistic but this fic takes a lot of liberties with specific hockey rules/practices)

Donghyuck Lee is the extremely well-known ace of your university’s hockey team. The proclaimed prodigy, who waltzes through life with a seemingly unmatched level of confidence and ease. Admittedly very attractive and apparently equally talented at hockey, it was no surprise that he was practically a celebrity on campus and given infuriatingly special treatment throughout the school.

Hockey is a big deal at your university, even though you’ve never gotten the hype or attended a game, you still knew of many of the players and the typical rumors and whispers that surrounded them- all of which almost always included Donghyuck.

Donghyuck has a bit of a reputation that you had always looked upon with slight annoyance and then continued to totally ignore. You just assumed he was the typical jock with an over-inflated ego, whose every move was unjustifiably swooned over and praised. 

You never really gave hockey, Donghyuck Lee, or the spectacle he and others made out of himself and his talent, much thought- until you need a job. 

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[fazcinatingblog]

if i remember anything from michelle brasier's new show, it'll be that when you order a large coffee in the country, that's actually a milkshake

[phagodyke]

trying to watch all of us strangers and it's just making me cry really hard this is why I don't do romance movies WAH

[dmitriene]

being simon's riley sweet wife, never does anyone, and he himself, thought he would end up as a married man, but the bond between you goes further than the common surname you wear on your heart and the shared gold rings on your fingers, allowing everyone around you to clearly understand that you belong to each other, neat initials carved into the inside of the ring, hidden.

a lamb and a knife, that's how your bond look in the eyes of others, but if usually a knife intends to slash and harm, simon is the blade that protects you, provides for you, his most important duty is to make sure that you don't need anything, entwined with comfort, for the sake of which he is ready more than to stain his hands with rivers of viscous blood, just so that you don't lift a single finger, because you don't need to, not with him.

the least you can do is wait for him, welcome him with a warm meal on the stove and tender kisses pressed against his bared face, you treat his fresh wounds with clean bandages, you help him wash himself when he's too exhausted to even utter a single word, and there's no way a proper husband can come home and not welcome his wife with a soft coos of gratitude, yet sometimes simon can't even find this needed strength within him to hug you against his chest, and you don't need it.

you know simon enough to know that there's no love in the words uttered, it's in what people do and what paths they are willing to take for you, and he is ready to move mountains, looking at you like a faithful dog, with a sparkle of adoration that is so intransient to the murky depths of his tired, amber eyes, the gentle touches of his calloused hands as he caresses your hands and cups the sides of your face, snuggling up to you in search of comfort, in search of love.

you complete the part of simon that he has been missing, allowing him to feel complete, worthy of the tenderness and adoration you show him, caressing his wounded body and burying your hands in his soul, not resisting his hungry, desperate kisses as he licks into your mouth, squeezing every curve of your supple, warm body between his fingers with longed greed.

and when you part your thighs to his swirling gaze, showing how wet and needy you are under your panties, pussy aching specially for him with oozing slick, thick palm cupping at your clothed mound to sprawl his fingers across the soaked cotton fabric, wedding band glistening under the light right between your puffy folds that twitch at the touch, simon knows you're the best thing that ever happened to him.

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[brokenmenswhore]

release | jacaerys velaryon

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

summary: jace is on the brink of snapping and lashing out toward his mother and her council for their lack of action against the greens, so you give him another outlet for his frustration

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), rough sex, jace is a lil rough & feral in this one, threats (reader consents but may appear as noncon/dubcon)

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“And what of those who sent him?” Jacaerys snapped, questioning his mother as they buried yet another body.

He was angry. He couldn’t help but lose people. Everyone around him kept fleeing or dying, and he tried desperately to hold his tongue, but his patience was slipping. War was inevitable, and he was frustrated at his mother’s lack of action toward the opposing force. He wanted revenge, retaliation, and most of all, he wanted to be the one to give it.

As the eldest son, however, he tried not to cause a scene, knowing he played an important role in this war, and hoping that his silence and unwavering support of his mother’s decisions would breed the proper trust that was needed to allow him more involvement and access in the war.

He was evidently tense at council meetings. His tongue was becoming sharper with each sentence related to the war. He couldn’t help it. He pushed through the doors to your chambers, angry and frustrated from the events of the day.

He stopped short when he saw you turn in your chair to face him. Taking a deep breath, the tension in his body dropped. “I need a hug.”

You smiled, standing and approaching him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You remained a step lower than him in the entrance. He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I just don’t understand why she won’t do anything,” he began, “I know she doesn’t want this war. I don’t want this war, but it’s happening. We have all lost so much, and it will not stop. Why won’t she do something?”

“Perhaps she believes it can still be avoided,” you responded.

“How much blood from my family must be split before she realizes it can’t?”

Your heart ached for him. You wanted to hold him in the hug forever, curing all his pain and never letting him out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Jacaerys.”

“It is not a fault of yours,” he replied, “it is just exhausting. I wish for a break from all of this, even if just momentary. I feel as if any moment, I may break, and I do not wish to take these frustrations out on my mother or her council. It would only cause the situation to worsen.”

You looked up at him, “then take it out on me.”

“What?”

“Take your frustrations out on me, Jace.”

“You do not deserve such treatment.”

You sighed, “but I am asking for it. Allow yourself to have an outlet. Why else am I here?”

Jacaerys was bewildered, “you are not here for me to take my anger out on. I would not do such a thing.”

“I wish for you to relax. I would not speak the offer if I did not mean it. Please, Jace.”

Jace leaned down to kiss you, initiating a sweet, intimate kiss before his frustrations took over and he deepened the kiss, gripping your thighs, causing you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He continued to kiss you as you clung to his shoulders, his steps towards the bed shaking you and causing you to nearly fall.

The Velaryon prince was usually quite nice to you, making sure to take things slow and constantly checking in on your comfort and pleasure. He would typically slowly drop your back onto the mattress, but tonight, he quite literally pushed you down, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you into the mattress.

You moaned at the eagerness of it all, Jace’s hands running up and down your side, gripping your waist and pushing your hips down, until your legs were no longer wrapped around his body. Never breaking the kiss, he lifted up your nightdress, his fingers finding their way under your small clothes, not giving you time to ease into it as he began roughly rubbing circles on your clit.

You squealed into the kiss. Jace moved to begin sucking bruises into your neck, his hair falling in front of his face, as he continued to rub you. You couldn’t help but moan, trying your hardest to remain as quiet as possible, since his little brother’s chambers were just a wall away.

“He’s not here,” Jace groaned.

You could barely speak. “What?”

“He’s not in his chambers. He’s out with Arrax. Stop holding back,” Jace demanded, “wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”

This controlling nature was a change, but you didn’t mind it at all. You stopped trying to quiet yourself, a moan of his name leaving your lips as he pushed a finger into you.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “you sound so pretty.”

“T-thank you,” you responded.

Jacaerys didn’t stop curling his finger inside of you, but giggled, “did you just thank me?”

“Mhm,” you moaned.

“You’re too cute,” he said, breaking his frustrated and controlling demeanor for a second, the compliment making your heart swell as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

He felt you start to squeeze, and he immediately pulled his hand away from you. You sighed in disappointment.

He lifted you from under your arms, shifting you so you were sitting up, as he began to undo his breeches.

“I just wish I could go to King’s Landing,” he started, pushing his small clothes down and allowing his cock to be free, “I’d kill every last one of them.”

He gripped your hair, pushing your face down until it was level with his cock. “Open.”

You did as he told you, opening your mouth as he pushed his cock into your mouth, immediately hitting the back of your throat. He was big, too big to fit completely in your mouth, but you were getting better and better at breathing through your nose to avoid gagging around his cock.

“Not today,” he sighed, “stop holding back or I’ll fuck it out of your throat.”

You listened to him, forgetting everything you know about avoiding gagging, and allowing him to direct your head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every single thrust. You gagged and choked around him, but he didn’t let up.

“They think they’re so big and bad,” he said, breathy from the pleasure of your mouth around him, “if only they were around me. I could take all of them. I could end their whole fucking line.”

He began to thrust his hips at a vicious pace. You had no choice but to take it, trying your best to continue sucking and swirling your tongue around the head of his cock as he fucked your mouth mercilessly.

“I’d end their whole. fucking. line,” he said again, speaking through each thrust and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, get up, I’m not done with you yet,” he commanded, pulling you off of him to stop himself from coming before he wanted to.

You didn’t dare adjust your position without his say so. You sat there waiting for him to put you where he wanted you. He flipped your body over, pressing your face into the pillow as he pulled your hips up to meet his. He took both of your wrists in one hand, locking them behind your back as his other hand guided his cock into your entrance and then moved to your waist as he started rocking into you, pushing you further and further into the mattress.

Your body folded and became weak, as much of you falling into the bed as was possible, the only thing keeping your hips upward was the rough grip Jacaerys had on them. You whined and moaned, your entire body rocking forward with each snap of his hips.

“Seven hells,” he breathed out, his pace never relenting, “are you still okay?”

“Mhm,” you moaned out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Shit, I hate not being able to hear you,” he said, pulling out of you and flipping your body so you were flat on the mattress, facing him. “That’s better,” he smiled, immediately fucking back into you with no warning.

You cried out, grabbing his face and kissing him through the intensity. He grunted into the kiss, having never fucked you, or anyone for that matter, this hard before. All of his pent up rage and frustration was being taken out on your cunt.

Your back arched off the mattress, Jace taking the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you even closer to him.

He spoke with every thrust, “I. Want. Revenge.”

“I k-know,” you moaned out.

“I. Want. Fucking. Revenge.”

It was overwhelming, and the intensity with which he was fucking you started to make your head cloudy. “J- Jace, it’s too m-“

Jacaerys cut you off by kissing you, doing everything he can to stop your words. “You can take it, baby.”

“I c-“ the pressure was so intense. You could feel your walls start to squeeze around his cock, and his pace was relentless.

“You can,” he said, looking directly into your eyes, “and you will.”

You nodded and let him continue splitting you open on his cock, dropping your waist down to the mattress again as he fucked into you, hands rough on your waist as they pushed you down.

Your eyes filled with tears. Jacaerys had never seen you like this, crying from the intensity, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead as you writhed under him. He didn’t know he was capable of making you feel like this, and he didn’t know you would look so fucking pretty as a result.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, “I’m close.”

You couldn’t even respond, you just continued to whine and moan under him, watching his face contort as he released inside of you. The final few thrusts of his hips were cruel, his large length hitting that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. Through his high, he could feel you close, and he forced himself to continue pushing in and out of you until you met your climax.

Your legs shook as a wave of pleasure washed over you, your entire body eventually melting into the bed with weakness. Jace waited a moment before pulling out of you, kissing you as he did so.

You tried hard to catch your breath, but it took you longer than you anticipated. Jace, ever so attentive, looked down at you and asked, “you okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I should start making you mad.”