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witherby · 19 days ago

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Heyyyyy *leans on expensive car* what are you cooking up for the next mer!reader part?😌

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Heyyy hotdog 😏 ur about to see it babycakes

Human!Damian x Mer!Reader

Part 8

Masterlist is Here!

It's a very grueling two days of monitoring for you in the med bay. You're kept sedated on a wet gurney so you can be examined for wounds, but there's nothing physically wrong with you. They poke and prod you, take your blood, and run test after test after test to see what could've made you turn so bad so quickly, but those results run clean too.

It's a psychosomatic effect, then. Something is distressing you so much that your body is responding to your mental state. When asked about it, Bruce just rubs his face exhaustedly asks the team to make a new care plan that involves Damian's involvement as much as possible.

When you're deemed healthy enough to return to your tank, they wean you off sedation and carefully deposit you back into the water with a special health monitoring cuff on your wrist.

While you were gone, your castle spire had the top half turned into a removable hideaway in case you got stuck again; it now clicks on and off from the bottom half, a little like a Lego, for your safety.

It takes you a day to fully shake the medicine off, so you spend most of it in a weird daze, but when full alertness returns to you, you pick at the bracelet a while, then tiredly float to the surface to receive breakfast from Jon. And Jon is there like normal, sitting on the lip of the tank with a smile, but he's not the one holding your bucket.

It's Damian.

Damian, who looks at you with wide eyes, like he can't believe you're here and you might vanish if he blinks. Damian, who stands there and stares like you're the most fascinating thing he's ever seen. Damian, who looks just as anxious as you feel. The bucket in his hands is trembling minutely.

It's Damian. He's here. He's here. He's here.

He just stares. You don't know what to do except stare back, locking onto those brilliant, emerald eyes you practically begged to see for weeks. The sudden, unadulterated attention from him makes something twist inside you, and you don't know if it's positive or negative.

Jon clears his throat and quietly calls your name. You glance at him.

"Feeling up for a meal? I've got a couple puzzles, too, if you want them. If you're still woozy from the meds, then that's okay too."

Damian seems to pull himself together and finally offers you the bucket. You hesitate just a moment more, then reach out and take it. The tips of your fingers just barely graze his.

You hold the food to your chest, staring at him. Damian stares back. A muscle in his jaw jumps, and he opens his mouth like he's about to speak.

You quickly turn away and drift a few feet from the tank's edge, starting to eat. His stuttered gasp tells you the message was well-received.

Jon sucks in a sympathetic breath through his teeth, reaching out and squeezing Damian's forearm. "Give 'em time," he whispers. "You've been away a while, y'know? I'd probably feel a little abandoned, too."

"It wasn't on purpose," Damian mutters, eyes burning. He fights it down, refusing to cry when there is nothing to cry about. His old position as primary caretaker was reinstated (albeit, Jon is secondary caretaker, now, but he'll take what he can get), he's no longer barred from seeing you, and he's got another chance to fix this companionship. He just needs you to give him the ability to act on this chance.

He needs to earn your trust again. He can do that. He will do that, no matter the cost.

You're not up for playtime that day, or the day after. When either one of your caretakers mentions getting into a wetsuit, you react unenthusiastically, so they stay out of the tank to respect your wishes.

Damian is visibly distressed by your refusal to engage with him. He uses your name, he offers you toys and treats, and only tries to call you Princess once before you release a low, threatening warble, and does not try again. If he was so upset by being ignored, then fair is fair. Maybe he shouldn't have done it to you. Prick.

The stinging in your chest at the sight of him doesn't get any better, but it also doesn't get any worse. According to your vitals you're stabilizing, but the beautiful florescence of your tail hasn't quite been restored ever since that fateful incident with Bruce pulling Damian away. The missing patches of scales have regrown by now, but your entire color palette seems overall paler. Less enthused and iridescent. Almost defeated, like you've settled into a life of complacency.

The routine adjusts, and you with it. You quietly accept food at mealtimes and half-heartedly engage with toys. During the tours, you go through the motions of swimming idly around and doing basic loops. You no longer press your body against the glass to stare at and admire all the guests. You no longer steal the buckets to make your caretakers dive in and retrieve them. You no longer chirp or chitter or trill.

It's killing Damian, the guilt threatening to swallow him whole. He's tried everything to get you back to how you used to be — old games, sitting and talking to you, even getting into the water to try and play hide and seek — but you are absolutely not interested. Nothing is working.

And when nothing works, he goes back to the basics. He reenters Bruce's office and takes out your files; he pours through them all, page by page, paragraph by paragraph, to scrape together any fleeting idea of how to bring your incredible spark back.

He's flipping through some documents detailing behavior in wild Mer pods when he finds his answer, and he knows what he needs to do.

Damian asks for an hour to speak to his dad. There's an entire myriad of questions thrown at him, most he can answer and some he can't. There's almost shouting, but Bruce manages to cool them both down again. There's a lot of negotiating, a lot of it, but finally, finally, he gets the green light. He leaves his father's office feeling more confident about you than he has in weeks, and it shows.

The following morning, when you drift to the surface to get breakfast, Jon is there with the bucket, and Damian is there with a rock. It's a small thing, barely the size of your palm, but it's beautifully painted. It's not one of the rocks you've had before, meaning he's not re-gifting you something you gifted him.

It's something he made. For you. He made a gift for you.

"Good morning," Damian says, and your eyes snap to his. "I've brought you this. I want...I wanted to express my..."

He sighs, brow furrowing. You tread the water patiently.

"I am sorry," he finally says. "I'm sorry I allowed my father to separate me from you. I'm sorry I started acting like you didn't exist. I was so angry to see Jon replace me that I feared you would not need me anymore."

Your expression doesn't change. Damian swallows thickly.

"Maybe my phrasing is poor. I don't want you to need me. I simply...I care about you a lot. And I did not think you cared as much, so I took to ignoring you almost entirely. But I thought about you all the time. I wondered if these imbeciles were cleaning your tank properly, or remembered that you don't like red snapper when they feed you, or if anyone was playing with you enough."

Damian inches a little closer to the edge of your tank. He holds the rock out to you. His hands are shaking.

"You don't trust me anymore. That's understandable, and a very logical move on your part. But I want to earn it back. I want to prove to you that I'm here to stay this time."

He leans over the edge a bit, eyes locked onto your own.

"I will do whatever it takes to ensure you don't feel alone again."

You pull your gaze away from his and move closer to examine the rock. The bright, rich colors and intricate patterns painted into it make something ease up in your chest. You feel like you can breathe just a little bit easier.

Your hands emerge from the water, rivulets trailing down your palms and wrists, and gently take the stone from him.

Damian's entire body relaxes, relief making a smile appear on his face.

It promptly vanishes, replaced by indignant sputtering when you spit a bunch of water at him. He coughs and wipes his face, then blinks to find you swimming to the bottom of your tank to find the best place to stick your present. You're moving so much faster, so much more energetically than you were before.

"There you are, Princess," Damian whispers into the water, grinning wide.

"...are they gonna come back up and eat?" Jon asks, still sitting with the bucket. "Cause...we can't re-refridgerate this with the other food. It'll have to get tossed."

#damian x reader #damian wayne x reader #mermaid au #damian wayne #🌭

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mynameisjag · 4 months ago

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Danny Phantom/DC Prompt Idea: Forced Recovery

It seemed no matter where he went, he was never safe.

Breaking through Amity's block, finally getting the attention of older actual heroes, who jumped to help them, the Ecto-Acts proving to be false claims upheld by the now debunk and dismantled G.I.W.

Danny should have been safe now, should have been able to continue with his life a little easier now…

Instead he found himself snatched up and placed with a family that were pure strangers, far from his home and the now shut-downed portal, his parents arrested and waiting a trial, and Jazz barred from seeing or knowing his whereabouts and health.

He was trapped in a mansion with rich fruitloops, an anklet bracelet that monitored his health and would trigger an alarm if he went passed the gates.

House arrest with the excuse of it being for his benefit, the Justice League saying that there was still Agents out there looking for him, families from Amity realizing that most of the damage to their town was his own family’s fault and they couldn’t get to his parents as easy as they could get to him, then they threw in concerns of his health.

With the portal closed, he would have to rely on environmental ecto, so low ecto meant low power usage, he was practical malnourished, overstressed, overworked, underweight, a list that was more like a novel by the time the doctor got through with his examination.

It all came together in one big warm shit pie.

He just needed to wait this out…wait for his parents verdict…wait for his health to get better…wait till Jazz was allowed to get in touch with him…wait…all he can do is wait…

For now, he was going to get breakfast and hide away from the rest of the residents of the Manor.

Gotham was blessed and cursed with an abundance of ecto just floating around, enough to aid his healing and health…not enough to restore the levels he needed to regain his full strength and powers though.

Even with the filter he created to concentrate the ambient ecto into a pick me up drink, he wasn’t gaining health as fast has he liked to.

Speaking of his filter, the contraption sat next to Tim’s near worshiped coffee pot, granted it was built out of refurbished carbonated soda stream, so it didn’t look too out of place in the kitchen. And luckily it seemed the only person up right now was Alfred, the older man smiling gently at him as Danny grabbed his thermos to fill it up for the day.

“It’s good to see you up and about.”

“Just filling up for the day before heading back to my room.”

“Of course, as usual, rest is good for your health but so is social interaction.”

Ah...that was a…hint…wasn’t it…he guessed he has to fill the social quota himself before the others decided to do it themselves.

#jag is in a mood #danny phantom #batman #dp x dc #fanfic #writing prompt #prompt up for grabs #danny is rescued #the batfam think they are doing good #they technically are

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lotus-slumbers · 7 months ago

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Yandere batfamily x addict reader?

Would they exploit and manipulate the reader, making em solely dependent on the family for their fix — either to originally trap them at the manor or continuing to supply em forever, because it makes the reader dependant on them, acting all cuddly and desperate. or would they reform and sober up the reader? Have em go through a whole rehabilitation process style.

Gotham’s not safe for the poor reader, imagine all the villains who’d kill em for the drugs they’re so dependent on? But it’s okay! Because the Wayne’s will protect em. Whether the reader wants them to or not isn’t up for debate.

If you’re uncomfortable with this topic I totally understand. Just send me a message to say pls??

Yandere! Batfam x Addict! Reader Headcannons

Tw: addiction, substance abuse, etc.

— If there was anything that could accelerate the Batfam abducting adopting their darling sooner, this would be it.

— In their eyes, this is a type of abuse. Abuse from all of those around you and nobody is safe from the pointing of their accusatory finger. Not even those people who truly are innocent and have tried to help.

— You may notice people around you drawing away, avoiding you. Maybe some friends who you used to talk with who shared the same addiction, others a dealer who supplied you.

— Though, you may not notice this at all because they'll work quick.

— The term "self-harm" is thrown around once while discussing your habitual substance abuse and that's it. That's all it takes to make them snap and agree unanimously that, yes, this is for the best. Today is the day, if they have everything completely set up for you or not.

— Within twenty-four hours, you'll be in the manor with your family. Right where you belong.

— Rich people get same-day delivery!! Woohoo!! 🙌 🚚

— Of course, that isn't the only motivator for the Wayne's to take you. As much as it pains them to see you suffering at your own hands, they understand just how well the scum of Gotham can and will hurt you.

— They'll take care of the vermin that supplied and enabled you all the same. They have a duty to Gotham, it was going to happen eventually, just now there might be a little bit more passion to it... They won't tell you about it, though.

— The Batfam would most definitely attempt to nip the problem in the bud, forcing you to go cold turkey immediately.

— Bruce will have everything thought out. He's spent countless hours since learning about your issues researching in depth everything he could possibly need to know.

— They have patches at the ready for you when you start to feel the effects of withdrawal. They have stress balls and plenty of activities to try and keep your mind elsewhere and on other things.

— And eyes on you, always.

— And a bracelet, pressed snuggly against your skin and seemingly impossible to get off, to monitor your health. Reports directly at their fingertips, whenever they want it.

— They want you in the best condition they can have you. Not just physically, but mentally too. Bruce would most likely like to have one-on-one conversations with you, about life before, your transitioning here, and, of course, how you are doing with withdrawal.

— If he thinks you're not doing a good enough job with him, he can always pay for the best help available. With his amount of money, nobody has to know either... So don't think of asking them to help you. You won't be believed or they simply won't do it.

— Bruce, Dick, and Jason would probably be the worse about lecturing you on it. Mention withdrawal to them or any desire to return to what you once had... Oh boy, good luck.

— Bruce would go on and on about your health. How he loves you. Wants what is best for you, even if you cannot see it. A deep look of disappointment and concern behind his eyes. He won't school it, he wants to to see it. Feel it and stop. Grow into the person he knows you can be, with their help. Let him protect you.

— Dick is fairly similar to Bruce in this regard, although he is a little more relaxed, trying to be on your level while also acting as your "older brother," something he takes much pride in. He'll probably baby you more than the others, offering to help find alternatives and promise rewards for your efforts (not that you have much of a choice in the matter).

— Jason, though? Jason Todd, the little boy who grew up on the streets? Watch the lives of those he loved so much be ruined and so cruelly snatched away by these exact things? No way. It hits way too close to home, especially since it's you.

— He's understanding towards you so long as you don't push too far. One mention of wanting it and he's on your ass, telling you off about it. He'll help with withdrawal. He'll help you get over it, be a shoulder to lean on and a friend to laugh with, but, God, don't you dare threaten him like that ever again.

— Tim helps with Bruce and his plans most of all, going through all the little details to help plan out the smoothest way to go about this.

— Damian is pissed that you would even ever do any of this in the first place, berating you in his weakest, more frustrated moments but this reaffirms to him that you need him.

— Really, this reaffirms all of them that, despite any guilt, they may feel for the "crimes" they committed for you, it was the right choice. That their darling needed them, desperately.

— They'll never give up on you, not in your darkest moments or theirs. They love you, through and through, and would give the world to you if only you asked.

— But they'd never, ever let you do that to yourself. Your last high was the last time you would ever, ever be.

— They know they could supply you, that it could be an easy way to control you and gain your love. Love that they are so desperately longing for, wanting to be returned, but they won't do it. They can't do that. Not to you of all people.

— It goes against their very nature, as it would harm you.

— You'll learn to love them eventually. It isn't like there is a real rush. You're not going anywhere at all. They'll take the long, high road.

— Batfam will protect you to their last breath and love you through and through. You don't need to do a thing.

— The only reason they would ever supply you is if they truly had no other options. If you were super-powered in a way they could not find a way to contain or around people they couldn't take you away from. Which is a highly unlikely possibility.

💜 A/n: Sorry that this took me so long to get to. Hopefully, it's not too typo-ridden and you enjoy it!

This is not meant to glorify any type of substance abuse or any type of addiction. This was my first time writing for such so please, if I made a mistake in my handling of the subject, reach out and let me know!

For substance abuse treatment and mental health referrals, contact the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration's (SAMHSA) National Helpline at 1-800-662-HELP (4357).

You are loved beyond measure.

#batfam hurt/comfort #yandere batfam hurt/comfort #yandere batfam #batfam #yandere #yandere bruce wayne #platonic yandere #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne

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tac-the-unseen · 23 days ago

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Stalker König

CW: talks of mental health, concerns not taken seriously, stalking, talks of Guns, Reader is doing their best, you better be ready to Google the meaning of flowers 💕

Your eyes shift to the oven's clock.

1:23 am

You huddle in the corner of your kitchen, silently crying, and shaking with every bone of your body. You desperately clutch a kitchen knife while praying that….that thing goes away.

For the past three months the shadows have been terrorizing you. You Know that when you look into the dark, something is looking back at you. Everybody you've talked to has told you, you were crazy. You've been called paranoid, and a few days ago someone called APS on you. They'd decided that you weren't in any immediate danger, but said they'd come back to check on you.

Tonight you couldn't sleep. Your body shuddered with terror with just the thought of closing your eyes. It's been a combination of little things that has built to this.

At first it was just small things going missing. Pens you left out, the sticky notes you doodled on, jewelry you didn't wear often. In fact the only reason you noticed things of yours was going missing, was because you wanted to wear a particular pair of fancy earrings to a company event. You looked for 30 minutes before just wearing another pair.

Then your favorite book disappeared. After a long day you were really looking forward to reading that book in bed before you passed out. But when you entered your room, the book wasn't on the shelf. You looked up and down, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You throw one of your other books across the wall out of frustration and left it there for the night. When you woke up that book was gone too.

Then things you've never owned started to show up in places you frequent. A red beaded bracelet you've never seen before showed up next to your kitchen sink. That new lipstick shade you've been wanting to try, You found it in your medicine cabinet when you went to brush your teeth. All that is spooky at best, but what really frightened you was a single bullet left on your office desk.

You told your boss you were sick and went home for the day…or at least that's where you told him you were going. You went straight into a public area like the women of your past have told you too, if you think you're in danger.

Kidnappers never take their victim in a crowded area.

Safer in numbers.

Cry, scream, kick, but never stop fighting.

You walked into a casual sit down restaurant and spent all night looking up what kind of bullet you were clutching in your palm.

A 9mm, just a small hunk of metal.

But you've never even held a gun, let alone own one.

You want to believe that a coworker accidentally dropped it on your desk, but it was perfectly placed. It was set up underneath your computer monitor, just out of sight for those passing, but when you sat down at your desk only you could see it.

This was deliberate.

This was not a coincidence.

But why? Why would you leave a bullet on someone's work desk? Is this a death threat? Is someone threatening your life? That thought alone made you crumble faster than you expected. You fought back tears while trying to think of who you might have pissed off.

The Receptionist you at your office? All you said was that you wouldn't be attending her baby shower. And anyway she got her revenge by ‘accidently’ eating your lunch.

The Uber driver you gave two stars too after he made a creepy comment about your chest? He just gave you a one star review a few minutes after.

That one girl in highschool that didn't like you? She peaked in highschool, you doubt she'd have the guts to pull off this stunt.

By the time you're ready to leave, it was night. You felt the fear fraying at your edges, the shadow’s non-existent eyes watching you, so you called one of your friends to pick you up.

You faked being drunk on the ride home. When she asked you about work, you said that they cut your shift without telling you and that you didn't mean to get wasted.

You're not sure she bought it, but she never brought it up.

When she pulls up to the house, you thank her, and pretend to stumble out of her car. She made sure you got inside before leaving and you haven't spoken since. But you couldn't worry about that now.

Your paranoia creeped in and made you check every corner of your house. Afterwards you crashed onto the couch and watched Judge Judy until you fell asleep.

When you woke up one of the blankets from your bed was wrapped around you.

You don't remember doing that.

You've never done that before. That panic in your stomach quaked and you got up to do another search around your home.

You found nothing, but called in sick anyway.

Two days later, and back at the office, you were clacking away at your keyboard when one of the mail distributors knocked on your door. The carrier was 17 if you remembered right, he was one of their nicer carriers. He was always kind to everyone in the office and was always telling jokes.

This time instead of carrying a letter or a stack of files, he was holding a large bouquet of Coral Roses, Anemones, red carnations, and Heliotropes. It was a gorgeous assortment of warm tones with just a little cool tones to balance everything.

“Caught someone’s eye?” The boy asked playful. You stand up to accept the gift. “Does it say from who?” You ask curiously. “Nope, just that it's for you.” You pick up the flowers and set them onto your already crowded desktop. “Someone has a secret admirer!” The boy teases and chuckles at his joke. “At least they're not cheap. I've delivered flowers to people before, but nothing this big before. Who ever it is, they really like you, or really need something from you…” he pause for a second “Well, it's a nice jester non the less.”

“I suppose it is…Tell you what, if you snag me an extra muffin from the community breakfast tomorrow morning, I'll make sure to update you if anything else comes up.” you hold out your hand to him. He thinks about it for a second before shaking your hand. “Deal!”

By the end of your day, you gently placed the flowers into the passenger seat. You've spent all day thinking about the flowers and who sent them. Just like the bullet, you didn't have a clue, But it was still nice to be appreciated like this.

No one's gotten you flowers before.

Because this was your first ever bouquet you dislodged some flowers and tied them upside down into your closet. You also persevered some in salt. You put the rest of the flowers into two glass bottles with some water.

You thought about persevering more, but you felt like that was a bit excessive. Besides you don't know where or who they're from….what if they are from the same person that left the bullet?

Those are two very different messages…

Soon enough You begin to spiral down a rabbit hole of anxiety and theories. deciding to (hopefully) sleep it off, you crawl to bed and bury yourself in your blankets.

Suddenly your body jolts you awake.

Through the sleepy haze you don't know what caused you to wake. You look at your phone, that You apparently forgot to charge, and realize it's 2:56 in the morning.

You try and rack your Brain for an answer to your sudden consciousness.

Then you hear it.

Glass.

Glass sliding across the floor in another room.

You look at your phone again.

You figure it's better than nothing, plug it in, and dial 911.

“911, where is your emergency?” A female voice asks through the phone. Then your breath hitches in your throat.

Yes, you know Where you are. But you don't know Where the danger is. You don't even know if there is danger. And even if you did the house is silent, any noise you make could alert whatever is in your house.

You quietly breathe over the phone and slowly lay back down.

“Hello? Is there anybody there? This is 911, what is your emergency?” The woman asks.

You just breathe over the phone and quietly as possible.

“Is there something there that makes you unable to communicate?” The woman asks, finally understanding.

You hum a quiet yes, As inaudible as you can manage.

“Okay. I'm going to find you using your phone's pinged location. I need you to stay on the line with me so we can find and help you, okay?” she asks in a more hushed tone.

You just hum again and strain your ears trying to hear any sound.

You realize that the glass sound has stopped. And quiet footsteps start shuffling around your home.

You can hear doors opening and closing.

Soft breaths.

It's then you make another realization. It's now right outside your door. You can see two large shadows on the bottom of the doorway.

In a panic you turn your phones volume all the way down and hang up. You slide your phone back onto your night stand and pretend to be asleep.

And just in the nick of time too.

Your door softly creeks on its hinges.

The air is still and heavy, making it almost impossible to breathe.

You know you have to keep an even and low breathing pace. One of the tips you picked up in health that randomly stuck in your brain is that sleeping people use less oxygen.

If you wanted to sell this fake sleep, you'd have to force your body to deprive itself of its most valuable resource. Only for a little bit. Just until whatever, whoever is standing in your doorway leaves.

It moves forward

You only know this when they step on the only creaky floorboard in your room.

Whoever is in your room is dead silent.

You have to remind yourself not to furrow your brow when they continue their movement.

The air is still again

It lingers

You hear the sound of fabric shifting and stretching right next to you.

The terror in your chest scratches at your ribs when you feel the gentle movement of your hair sliding behind your ear.

You have not idea what to do.

What do you do?

You rack your brain for what normal people do when they sleep.

Snore? No, if you start now it would be a dead give away.

Mumble? Mumble what? What do people mumble in their sleep? Nothing you can come up with on the spot, that's for sure.

You decide to make a bold move and as lazily as you can shift your body's position.

That's what people do.

You push deeper into your pillow and raise your knee to about stomach level. It's a totally normal sleep position and almost everyone moves in their sleep.

A knot in your stomach churns. You fucking hate yourself. What if they don't buy it? What if you're digging your own grave? For fucks sake you don't even know if the intruder is armed.

The intruder chuckles softly and the shifting of fabric once again is dangerously close.

You think they just stood up?

Whatever, if they're moving, they're likely leaving.

Suddenly you can hear the faint sounds of sirens. They sound only a few streets away.

Your admirer clearly hears the same thing and swiftly makes their move out of the room.

It still terrifies you how quiet they are.

You hear the glass in your hallway slide once more only followed by the sirens getting much closer.

It's only when you hear a pounding at your front door and the announcement of police, do you peel open your eyes and take a deep breath.

When you reach over to retrieve your phone do you feel something else touch your hand.

You readjust your vision and your eyes widen.

A flower

Or flowers

Bright, vivid red flowers.

One stalk, several flowers.

They take hours looking through your home, questioning you.

They tell you to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

Like you'll ever sleep again.

You put on shoes and walk to a late night convenience store and wait out the stars there. You explain yourself to the cashier and they let you loiter in the store.

But you can't keep the flowers out of your head.

Your phone is only at 28% so you don't have much time to mess around on there.

It takes about 8 minutes but you finally find the flowers that were ‘given’ to you…

Red Salvia…

You really weren't crazy…

Thanks for reading <3

Totally forgot I wrote this.... My bad gang...

Also don't worry about the inconsistencies, I wrote this like 6 months ago and only updated a little bit.

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bobaandasiandramas · 10 months ago

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Find Rest for Your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. Reader

Pairing: OT7 X F.Reader

Rating: M+

Trigger warning : none

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Hoseok found her in the living room. It was early in the morning when the sun was still rising, a small sliver of it was peeking through the curtains. The omega was sitting on the floor with her back against the front of the couch, staring out at the coffee table. He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her with any sudden noises, but the floor creaked quietly under his feet. The sound must have reached her ears because her head tilted as if trying to listen more closely. “Good morning.” He whispered the greeting.

The omega didn’t respond verbally but she turned to look at him with unfocused eyes. It looked like she was looking at something in front of him, or maybe through him - perhaps it was words of the books that she loved so much just floating around. Her breathing remained steady as if there was no change in her current state of mind.

“Are you okay?” He asked, unsure if she would snap back to him - to reality. He moved closer, still slow as he remembered that she did not always come back in the best state of mind, sometimes thrashing about. As he watched for any micro movements from her, he moved inch by inch until he was at arms length from her. “Would it be okay to sit with you?” He questioned but received no answer, not that he was expecting one. She was definitely too far gone in her head, and so he used the quiet moments to observe her.

The difference in her appearance from when he first saw her was astounding. The bruises that once decorated her small wrists had faded away. Namjoon had decided to remove the bracelet and kept it hidden for now until they could figure out if it was a tracking device or just a health monitor. Though he was sure if it was a tracker someone would have shown up by now. Her skin looked healthier, soft to the touch, and clean. Jimin had really helped with her hair, getting rid of all the knots and maintaining it well, even after the stitches were removed. He finally focused on her face. Her face was less sunken since putting on a little bit of much needed weight. The dark rings around her eyes were still there but significantly less. There was a sort of beauty that she carried even in her current health, he wondered just how lovely she would look once she was fully recovered.

Hoseok knew she had a hard time sleeping most nights, he could hear her pacing her room. He often wanted to go in and check on her, offer her some company but he also didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. The alpha knew that Yoongi wasn’t the biggest fan of the omega, but it was clear to see the quiet alpha was trying. The pack appreciated it and in return everyone has a certain time limit with the omega. Most of the time she was with Namjoon or Jimin and then it was decided the Jungkook was the omega that would spend the most time with her and help her adjust back into a pack setting.

Hoseok knew she wasn’t part of their pack, but she felt right with them. He felt like she was meant to be with them. He was a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. He just didn’t know what the reason was.

“I remember the darkness, it was always dark, except when they came in. The light would trickle through the door - a tease to something we couldn’t have. It wasn’t real, the light - it wasn’t the sun. I preferred the darkness because every time I saw that light I knew something terrible would happen.” Her voice was just below a whisper, more like she was talking to herself instead of him.

For a moment he thought she was quoting a book, but it wasn’t the same. She always had a certain look upon her face when she quoted, but this was different. He leaned a little closer, interested in the words that she was providing.

“What terrible things happened?” It was a risk to ask such a question knowing that every time someone tried to ask her about her memories, she would spiral into the nonsense of her mind. At first she didn’t say anything, instead her fingers twitched right before she slid her hand from her lap to her knees. Hoseok watched as she tried to clear the fog in her mind, her eyes would focus and unfocus at her fingers. He was patient and willing to wait, maybe she wouldn’t say anything else or maybe she would.

“It was crowded at times, others not so much. There was no real organization among us, just lumped together like sheep.” Her scent started to turn sour and thick, the mood felt heavy like a rain cloud, dark and filled with despair.

The tears welled on her lash line and spilled over quickly. The alpha in him reacted before his mind could, he reached out and wiped the tears away, guiding her to look at him. “Oh, little omega, I wish I could help you more.” He whispered to her as she looked through him as he let his hand drop.

“Protect the littles. That’s the best we can do. That’s what they always say. I’m scared. I’m so scared. I can only protect them for so long.”

The alpha in him cringed at her sadness and won over his mind wanting to make it better. He reached out for her, pulling her toward him into a hug. Her body shifted willingly with him, settling on his lap, knees of each side of his hips and he wrapped his arms around her center. He tucked his face into her shoulder, rubbing his nose gently against her shirt. He poured his calming scent around them, hoping it would ease some of her pain.

She hugged him back, her arms holding his head gently to her body, her fingers carding through his soft locks of hair. Her bottom lip quivered as her chest began to ache. Her whole body started to tremble as she tried to hold back the sobs that wanted to escape her throat. She suddenly wasn’t close enough, she hugged him tighter as the first sob cracked out. “I’m sorry!” She cried loudly. “We couldn’t protect you Alpha!”

Hoseok stiffened in her embrace, the sorrow that poured from her was breaking his heart and he gripped her tighter. It was suffocating, a sadness he hadn’t felt in such a long time. He could feel it absorbing into his skin, twisting his own emotions to match hers. It was too much but he couldn’t bear to know she carried this all alone.

“I tried. I promise, I tried. I’m so sorry. Please, please…” The pleas that fell from her mouth were desperate and aching.

The sound of her cries had alerted the others in the house. The pounding of several pairs of feet coming down the stairs could be heard. Namjoon and Yoongi were the first to arrive, each sliding on their feet in the arched doorway. Hoseok could sense the other two alphas standing there and peeked over her shoulder at them. He shook his head, letting them know to not approach them.

Her cries and whimpers carried on as she begged for a forgiveness to something that Hoseok only expected was the start of her losing her mind. “I’m sorry Alpha, please forgive me.” Her voice was losing its volume as she crumbled into him, her face ducked into his neck as she sobbed heavily, her tears dripping onto his skin.

“Shh, it’s okay. We have you now, you hear me?” He asked gently as he rubbed her back slowly.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

The words ran in circles around her head, her cries stopping immediately but her body jumped with small hiccups of sadness. This wasn’t her alpha, her alpha was gone. Gone, gone, gone. She let go of the body she was holding and sat back to look at the face that belonged to it. Her eyes focused slowly as she watched him study her.

Hoseok called her name gently as he cupped her face in his hands, wiping the tears that stained her cheeks. “Are you back with me?” His eyes flickered back and forth between her eyes, searching for her in the depths of her irises.

She reached her hand up to place over one of his. “I’m back, I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense, don’t be sorry. I’m here for you,” He looked past her shoulder which caused her to look back as well. The entire pack was there watching them. “we are all here for you.”

*******

It was hard to get her to eat breakfast that morning. Her eyes would cloud over and get lost in her thoughts. Jimin stayed with her at the table while holding her hand and trying to

encourage her to eat, pressing small pieces of fruit to her lips, praising her gently each time she did take a piece into her mouth.

Everyone else tried to go about their business while Namjoon and Hoseok spoke about what had happened. Yoongi had pushed the others out of the room, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s lips and the omega pouted.

Namjoon and Hoseok decided that since new memories seemed to have arrived and gone mostly well with Hoseok near her that he would spend most of the day with her, much to Jimin’s disappointment. They also figured that maybe it would be best to not try and snap her back to reality, unless things got bad.

Nothing had seemed to come to her mind since that morning, at least nothing that she voiced to Hoseok. Instead she just reached out her hand to hold his, especially as her mind started to wander, as if she needed him to anchor her so she wouldn’t float too far away. Hoseok watched her closer than he ever watched her before, if there was even a micro movement from her, he caught it.

At the current moment they were sitting on the back porch where she normally made flower crowns, she was humming a tune - nothing that Hoseok recognized. It was sad and slow, filled with dread and despair as she pulled her arms to wrap around her middle and curled into a small ball. The sight alone made Hoseok upset, he wanted to cheer her up but knew he needed to let her feel her feelings today and hopefully they would learn more about her. The waiting was torcher to him and her scent filled with agony was more so.

She turned her attention to him and looked him over with sad eyes. “...if you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.”

There it was again, that particular look she got when she was quoting a book. Hoseok gave a sad smile and offered his hand again for the hundredth time today. He watched her look at the hand before grabbing it gently and letting him pull her closer. Slowly he moved her wrist to his nose, he placed a soft but quick kiss to the skin there before his alpha side decided to scent her, his nose skimming the skin lightly as he pulled her closer.

Her eyes widened as she snapped back to reality, the fogginess of Narnia and the Pevensie siblings faded from her mind. Instead there was a warmth that filled her, something she had missed for so long. She couldn’t help the happy little chirp that passed her lips.

Hoseok froze, eyes snapping open - realizing what he did and dropped her hand immediately. She wasn’t his to scent, to mark - to do anything with. Just as he was about to apologize, she whined instead.

“Alpha, I’m so sorry.” She scooted back from him, head dropped to look at the ground - her seconds of happiness banished to the far depths of her mind.

That wasn’t what he wanted to happen. The alpha moved closer, refraining from touching her. “Why are you sorry? I should be apologizing to you. I shouldn’t have done that. You’re not mine to claim.”

She shook her head and moved back more. His words, while true, still stung her heart and she felt it tighten up, preparing for a new crack to form. “Do- do you not want me?”

Hoseok could feel his own heart crack. “Oh, Sunflower, how could I not want you to be mine?” He questioned and she paused, her head tilting a little to look up at him with her doe eyes. “It’s just wrong of me to do that without asking, you are not a part of our pack. You might have your own pack-”

“Sunflower?” She tested the nickname on her tongue, loving it immediately. So much in fact she stopped listening to him as soon as the syllables passed his lips.

Hoseok however panicked. “Sorry, it slipped. If you hate it-”

She smiled at him, shining brighter than she did in days. “I love it.” She whispered and moved closer to him this time, reaching out for his hands. They stayed silent for a moment as she looked over his hands in hers. She traced the love line in his palm and dragged her fingertips over his long fingers before her smile slipped away slowly. The omega looked up at him with utter seriousness. “Hoseok…” She bit her lip, gathering the courage to say the next words out loud. “I don’t have a pack anymore. Alpha is -” her bottom lip wobbled with emotion. She didn’t want to say it, she didn’t want it to be real. If she kept it to herself, then she could pretend and things could be a little better.

Lies. Lies. Lies. “Alpha is - is…. He’s dead!” She finally spat out before she clamped her eyes shut tightly, her hands dropped his and fell at her sides curled into fists. It felt like hours passed, her heart pounding so furiously in her chest that she could hear it in her ears.

“I’m sorry about your alpha.” Hoseok spoke as his hand touched her clenched fist. He watched her eyes crack open and she looked at him, truly looked at him.

“We tried to protect him.”

“I bet you did. I can tell. You loved your alpha.”

“With my whole heart.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry Sunflower.” He whispered back as he pulled her into a hug. Her body curled into his, he could feel the weight that she carried and held it for her.

****

Hoseok wasn’t sure how long they stayed out on the porch, but she sat in his lap and looked out at the fields behind the house while she kept her back pressed to his chest. He ran his fingers across her skin, healing touches as he poured his comforting scent around them. By the time Namjoon came to check on them, she was sleepily nuzzling under his chin and whining about not wanting to go inside.

Hoseok chuckled and carried her into the house, bringing her straight to his room to wash up before food. He sat her on the counter of his sink and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it and wiping it slowly over her face and neck. He chuckled as she whined and grumbled at him. “Would you like to get changed?” He asked her as he moved to run the washcloth over her hands. This was the most he has ever seen her act like a true omega and couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face as he looked at her.

“Mmm’kay.” She nodded her head.

“What do you want me to grab for you?” He asked, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear with one hand while he threw the washcloth into the sink basin.

The omega gripped the front of his shirt and didn’t let him step away. “Can I borrow your hoodie? The blue colorful one that is really soft.” Her cheeks were flushed as she rolled the fabric of his shirt between her fingers.

“You want to wear my clothes?” His heart rate jumped with excitement.

“Is that okay?” She whispered.

“Absolutely, hold on.” He left her for just a moment and went to his closest to locate the requested article of clothing. The pullover was soft in his hands and he brought it to his face to scent slightly for her. He returned to the bathroom, she was no longer sitting on the counter, her shirt off but bra still on staring at her own reflection. He stood in the doorway for a moment and watched her touch her cheeks before moving down to her collar bones. There was disgust and loathing in her eyes. She twisted her body left and right, looking over the person who stared at her in the mirror. He knocked on the door and she spun quickly on her heel to look at him.

The omega looked at the hoodie he held out to her and she took it quickly, slipping it over her head. She closed her eyes in slight bliss as the softness of the fabric wrapped around her. After a brief moment she opened her eyes and stared at the male before her. He looked concerned and she sighed before gazing back at the mirror. The words popped up around her head and her mouth began to move. “I can’t remember what it’s like to face a mirror, And not hate the person staring back at me.”

The male blinked at her. “A quote?” He wasn’t sure, he watched her eyes dance around as if she was reading words but the way she said it was also as if she was telling him how she felt.

“Yes, but also the truth.” She stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. “I don’t know her, she doesn’t look right. She’s similar - but she’s not me.”

****

Namjoon wasn’t exactly pleased with Hoseok, he could smell him all over the omega. Scenting her wasn’t part of the plan at all. Though he couldn’t say the results were terrible. The omega seemed happy, hovering in the doorway of omega space. He looked her over as she sat at the table, waiting for the food to be served.

“She’s sad.” Hoseok stated, whispering low enough that she couldn't hear. “Her alpha is dead. She knows she no longer has a pack.”

Namjoon frowned and looked over to the other alpha. “We figured as much, but now at least it is confirmed.” He continued to put food on the plate for the omega as Hoseok grabbed a glass to pour her some juice.

“She asked me if I didn’t want her.”

Namjoon’s head whipped toward Hoseok. “How did that-”

“I accidentally scented her, lost in trying to comfort her and I apologized for it. She looked so broken down after I apologized and she just asked. I couldn’t tell her no, because that would be a lie in itself.” Hoseok looked up from the kitchen counter to catch her just turning her head to look back at them. He couldn’t help but return the smile that was on her face. “She’s lonely, Joon. I wonder if she became pack, officially, if it would help with her healing process.”

“We need to tread carefully with that subject. It’s a serious conversation to have with the entire pack.” Namjoon looked up at her as well, catching her attention and smiling back at her as well. “And what if it’s something she doesn’t want?”

Hoseok looked at her, studying the way she looked so small in his hoodie - but it felt right. “She can make up her own mind on that when we address the topic and whatever she decides we all need to be okay with.” He grabbed the glass from the counter and walked away from Namjoon and toward the table. “Here’s your juice, Sunflower.”

Namjoon could see the connection between Hoseok and her. It warmed his heart but he hoped this was the right thing - he would hate for anyone to end up heart broken. He followed in Hoseok’s steps, bringing her plate to her. “I hope you’re hungry Darlin. Jin made this especially for you.”

She smiled at him and accepted the plate from his hands. “I bet it’s delicious.”

****

I sat at the table with the two alphas. The food was delicious like I knew it would be. I couldn’t help the way I was drawn to Hoseok today, in fact I was already feeling a sadness over me because he was sitting too far away. I reached out with my hand for his and was happy when I felt him take my hand in his. I didn’t care to listen to what the two of them were talking about. I was content with this. I missed the feeling that Hoseok was providing. Maybe I was being selfish but I craved this so much.

As I finished my meal, the doctor took my plate and cleared the table. Hoseok offered to bring me to my room but I wasn’t ready to go yet. “Can we wait for Namjoon?” I asked quietly.

“Hoseok smiled at me. “You want him to join us, Sunflower?”

The nickname warms my entire body, starting from my chest and spreading all the way down to my toes and fingertips. “Yes, if he wishes to join us that is.”

“Why don’t you go and ask him?”

I nodded my head and let his hand slip from mine as I walked toward the kitchen to where the good doctor was cleaning up the dishes. I stood in the doorway just watching him for a moment as I thought about him and how he has helped me so much. I know he wants me to remember ‘The Before’ but I’ve tried and anytime I do I get scared. Sometimes I push through but then I get lost in the darkness. Hoseok is a good light, he gives me a path to follow to return safely.

I want to be close to everyone, and I know I have my own little habits with them all, a piece of me is comfortable with them all to a certain extent. Like a routine ingrained in my brain I know I have certain things I can do with them, holding Hoseok’s hands, making pretty flower crowns with Jungkook, cuddling with Jimin and touching Namjoon’s hands and face. I think I feel the most drawn to Hoseok, Jimin and Namjoon, they were the first ones I met. I’m most guarded with Yoongi, but not in a bad way - I don’t want to push him and make him uncomfortable. I limit myself for his own comfort.

“...darlin?” Namjoon’s voice breaks me from my thoughts.

I notice that he is no longer in front of the sink but now in front of me, hand reaching out to touch my arm but as I look down at his hand he drops it away. “Sorry, I was lost in thoughts.”

“Anything good?” Namjoon asked, I know he wasn’t expecting a real answer, most of the time they don’t. I can feel it anytime they ever ask me.

“I think so, it was about all of you.”

That caught his attention. “Oh, do you wish to share or keep those to yourself?”

I thought about it for a moment. “I could share. It’s nothing bad.”

“You don’t have to, ignore my curiosity.”

“I was thinking about the different levels of comfort I have with you all.” I could see a frown starting on his face. “Not in a bad way, For example,” I stepped closer to him and raised my hands to cup his face in my hands, I tapped my fingers gently on the skin of his cheeks. “This isn’t something I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing with Yoongi. My comfort with him isn’t touching…” I let my mind collect thoughts as I trailed my hands down the front of Namjoon’s chest. “It’s more of a verbal comfort with him. I feel at ease with his words because I know he’s speaking the truth when he talks to me.”

Namjoon grabs my wrists with his hands gently, stopping my wandering hands. “Is that so?”

“It’s true.”

“Then do tell, what about Jimin?”

I was startled. “Jimin?” I looked away from Namjoon’s eyes, he had a knowing look that I couldn’t stare at anymore.

“Yes, Jimin.”

“I feel the most with Jimin. Close and safe.” I blushed and hid my face in Namjoon’s chest. “Not to say I don’t feel safe with everyone else but with Jimin…” I trailed off as my heart rate increased thinking about the other Alpha.

Namjoon chuckled gently. “And what about Hoseok?”

A whimper fell from my mouth. “I-I…”

“It’s okay Darlin’. You’re getting to know all of us. I’m glad you feel safe with us because we will all protect you. Bonds are just sometimes stronger than others, it’s okay - that happens.” He let go of my wrist and suddenly fingers were under my chin guiding me to look back at him again. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

I nodded my head and lost my thoughts again. “Oh!” I breathed as soon as I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. “Would you like to join Hoseok and I?”

“What will you two be doing?” He asked as he released my face.

“I was going to sit with him on the back porch, he said he was going to listen to some music.”

Namjoon looked down at me with raised brows and a grin curled on his mouth. “Darlin’, that sounds wonderful. Are you sure you want me to join you both? I feel like Hoseok and you had such a good day together. I don't want to intrude.”

“It was my idea.” I whispered.

“Then I would love to join you both.” He slipped his hand into mine and led me back to Hoseok, who was waiting in the archway of the dining room for us.

Hoseok smiled brightly at us. “Ready to relax and watch the stars?”

*****

The temperature had dropped a little bit, but I didn't mind much. Not when the two alphas offered their warmth. I was sitting in Namjoon's lap this time, my back against his chest as I leaned into him. The alpha was hesitant about it, but I insisted that it wasn't too much for me. Hoseok’s head was resting in my lap and I looked down at him as my fingers played with his hair.

The music was playing softly, instrumental and soothing. Namjoon thought it might help me stay relaxed while I let my mind wander.

The look on his face said it all. I was to stay put. I hated it. So very much that I stomped my foot in defiance as I stared at him.

“Pup, I don't have time for this.” He grumbled.

“Not a pup anymore.” I argued.

He took two steps forward and closed the distance between us. “You’ll always be a pup to me. Now be good. Listen. Stay. Protect the little ones. I’ll be back from the hunt soon.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.

I returned it and grabbed onto him, hoping that he wouldn't leave. The kiss however broke and he wiggled from my hold as he went to the beta, kissing them deeply.

“Love you, keep watch.” Alpha looked back at me and smiled before stepping out.

The memory was short and sweet but it was enough to have tears rolling down my face and onto Hoseok’s cheek. I felt my bottom lip tremble with emotion and I tried to stop it by biting into my lip.

“It’s okay Darlin’, let it out. We got you.” Namjoon’s voice whispered in my ear, his breath tickling the skin there. I felt his arms tighten around my waist and I sank deeper into his hold. I tilted my head to tuck into his neck.

Hoseok was moving as well, off my lap and sitting close, grabbing my hands into his. “Talk to me, Sunflower.”

I sucked in a shaky breath and tried not to whine. “I-it was just…” I let out a small sob. “- just a memory.” My fingers tightened my hold on Hoseok’s hand, afraid that he would let go.

“Easy Omega, I’m not going anywhere.” Hoseok stated as he squeezed my hands twice. I relaxed my hands a little, loosening my grip on him. It didn’t seem like he wanted to leave me but neither did my Alpha and look what happened to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Namjoon asked, mumbling softly in my hair.

‘No!’ My mind was screaming. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to remember it. I wanted to pretend and pretend. “It was about my Alpha.” I took my time, thinking of my words carefully. The sound of the music started to relax me again.

Hoseok lifted my hands to his face, nuzzling them with his nose before pressing gentle kisses to both of them. “It’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself.”

I almost sobbed from the comment alone. He could read me so easily. As much as I didn’t want to talk about it, or remember it - I knew I needed to. Maybe deep down I really just wanted to but I was scared. “He was going on a hunt - I was mad at him because he was making me stay home. Protect the little ones - it was what he told us to do.”

“Why were you mad that you had to stay home?” Namjoon asked.

“I was usually allowed to go with him and the others - not to hunt but just to be nearby. The energy everyone had after a hunt was always so exciting. I loved being with them when they celebrated - but for some reason Alpha told me I had to stay behind.” I looked at the stars while talking, I didn’t want to see their reactions. “I’m pretty sure that was the last time I saw Alpha during ‘The Before’.”

I could feel both of them tense at my words. “I don’t have good feelings about it. I think, and maybe I’m still missing memories, the next time I saw Alpha was when they dragged him from the other cell.”

“The other cell?” Hoseok questioned.

It was weird, I didn’t recall the cells before now. I brought it up like a known fact and it was startling. I could see it clearly now. Whenever the door opened, the light would flood in and the room was divided by two cells. Almost like a holding cell you would see in a movie for a jail. “There were two cells. They separated us. Why? It’s not like it would matter if we were together…” I could feel my mind wandering again. It didn’t make sense. They had the others first, they were all in the one cell together and then when we arrived we were put in the other cell. I frowned. “How did I get there?”

***

The two alphas looked at each other and then the Omega in front of them. She was in her own thoughts again, but she was still talking out loud. Every few moments a new question would pass her lips and they hoped for answers along with them, but of course no answers were concluded. Except for one. “I woke up already there.”

Then she was quiet. Staring at the stars while silent tears rolled down her face. She eventually closed her eyes and fell asleep in the doctor’s arms, still holding the other alpha’s hands.

Hoseok almost smiled at the fact that she was still holding his hands, feeling a little happier than he probably should that she felt as comfortable with him as she did. “I don’t think I ever want to let her go.” He spoke quietly.

Namjoon cracked open an eye and looked at the other Alpha. “I know Hoseok. I don’t think she wants to let go either.” He frowned. “Hoseok…” He trailed off as he looked down at the omega.

Hoseok looked up at him. “Hmm?”

“Did I make a mistake bringing her home?” He frowned as tightened his hold on the omega. “I told myself that we would help her and that I wouldn’t get attached. I’m not… at least not completely. I feel for her, and as her doctor I care about her state of mind. I see you’re attached, I know Jungkook and Jimin are too. I can’t help but feel this will eventually blow up in my face.”

Hoseok dropped one of the omega’s hands and reached forward, caressing the other Alpha’s cheek softly before bringing himself closer to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Joon, we are doing our best here. You’re doing amazing - you make the decisions that you feel are best for our pack. I stand by you with all your choices. This wasn’t a mistake. Don’t doubt it.” He whispered against the other’s lips before kissing him again.

Namjoon sighed as they parted. “Thank you.” he replied with a breathy voice.

*****

They stayed outside for another twenty minutes before Namjoon swooped the omega in his arms and carried her to her room. He sent Hoseok to go take care of the other Omegas while he got her settled. He placed her on her bed, pulling the covers over her and making sure she was covered up. He smiled as she curled onto her side and mumbled something before nuzzling into her pillow, dragging the covers to just under her chin.

The alpha leaned down and pressed his nose to her hair, not yet a kiss but a sort of affection nuzzle. As he was leaning back to straighten up a scent caught his nose. A very familiar scent. The alpha couldn’t help himself as he leaned down more toward the omega’s face and sniffed gently. It wasn’t her. He moved a little lower and stopped as he caught another whiff of it. ‘Yoongi?’ He thought to himself and dragged his nose toward the blanket just under her chin.

The scent was unmistakable. It was Yoongi. The scent dulled but not by years, by a week or so. The alpha couldn’t stop the smile that graced his lips. Yes Yoongi could be cold and over protective with the family but did he have a heart of gold deep down inside. While Yoongi might have not agreed with the Omega coming here, it was obvious he was trying in front of everyone but to see him trying away from everyone’s eyes? Now that was a victory in its own book.

Namjoon walked down to the pack room, standing in the doorway he watched as everyone was snuggling under the covers, shifting against each other to slip into blissful sleep. He found Yoongi at the outer edge of the nest, eyes closed but obviously not sleeping yet. Joon crossed the room quietly and nudged Yoongi gently.

The alpha cracked his eye open and lifted the blanket to invite Joon in. Once the other alpha was comfortable, Yoongi closed his eyes and sighed in content. Hands on his face almost made his eyes snap open, but then there were lips slotted perfectly against his and he groaned against the lips instead. Legs tangled, hands grabbing at each other, trying to get impossibly closer. Lips parted and breathless gasps escaped him as lips trailed down his neck, licking and biting sensually.

“I love you, Yoongi.” The words were whispered in his ears.

“Hmm, love you too Joon.”

“Thank you. I know you’ve been trying and I’m thankful for that and you.”

Yoongi looked at Joon, but the latter had his eyes closed - trying to drift off to dreamland. “Of course, Joonie. Anything for the pack.”

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goggles-mcgee · 8 months ago

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Lastly we have Tecna!

Design wise, I built off the original design and paste redesigns I have done. I definitely leaned more into Y2K fashion for all the girls, but with Tecna, I went for the Cyber Y2K aesthetic. I added more tech-y/digital designs here and there because I thought it fit the vibe, and I just thought it was cute. In the past, I had tried to give Tecna a cute, fitting, short hair that fit her, but I was never satisfied with it until this one. There's just something about the choppy asymmetry that is just *chef's kiss*

The glowing bracelet on her arm is connected to the MagicWideWeb but also acts as a heart monitor for herself. It helps tell her if her heart is beating too fast or if she is overheating. This is one of her drawbacks to her powers. She tires easily, mainly because, kind of like Bloom, she hasn't had her magic for a long time. Her ring has a mini microphone in it, and if she activates it and asks it a question, it will tell her it's results through her earrings. She especially uses it if she doesn't understand a social interaction or how to go about being social. Because of her health and the unknown reason why she has magic, she was isolated a lot and doesn't know how to connect to others.

Fairy transformation wise, I wanted to keep the feel of her original design, which to me was like functional magical sci-fi fashion. A lot of words, but mind you, I watched the show when I was Itty bitty, and I'm pretty sure those words were actually written down somewhere XD. I know a lot of people love her helmet. I also do so, so I kept it in the design, just made it rounder and more fitted to her head. Though I loved her original wings, they always made me giggle in a good way, I made her new wings that mimic a circuit board. I also added more green to the design as little jewels and accents in the armor part of her outfit.

Headcanons!

• Tecna has the first artificial heart in all of Flaemterna. No one knows how she got her magic, but it is seen as a blessing from the Great Dragon.

• She is not a princess, but she and her family are held in high regard because of her magic.

• She is closer to her grandmother and younger brother than her parents.

• Her full name is Tecna Synthwave

• She abhors spicy food

• She actually really loves puns and has a pun-a-day calendar.

Bloom

Stella

Flora

Musa

#winx #winx club #winx fanart #winx club fanart #winx tecna #winx club tecna #winx redesign #winx club redesign #my art #goggles art #winx headcanons

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creepswrites · 6 months ago

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer or Freddy Krueger (any of your choice) with a male reader who suffers from borderline/bpd? (It's truly your choice.💕)

always happy to write bpd rep <33 i hope you like it!!

BUBBA SAWYER & JASON VOORHEES w/ MALE READER WITH BPD

BUBBA SAWYER

Don't worry about abandonment, Bubba is around you 24/7

And when he can't be near you, he's just as upset if not more

Whenever you have mood swings he tends to flounder here...

He's not sure what it is specifically you want and it worries him

But as long as you clearly communicate what you need, he'll do it. If you want space, if you want him nearby, its yours

Unfortunately this means if you lash out at him, he will take it very personally...

But his brothers have a better read on your "lashing out" moods and can quietly direct him elsewhere

They never make you feel like it's your fault but also they need to protect their baby brother

If Bubba is your FP, he's not quite sure what to do about it but he's certainly flattered!

But he makes matching bracelets for you two to show commitment to you

One time a victim attacked Bubba and you saw red - when you came to, you'd beaten the fucker to a bloody pulp

(Since that day, Bubba worries less about you being able to take care of yourself

If you're romantically interested in him, Drayton monitors your relationship very closely - he doesn't want to see Bubba hurt and doesn't want to watch you two destroy yourselves if you have a history of unstable relationships

But as you show that you're serious about Bubba and work to actively communicate with him and the family more, you all build a routine together - they'll see you as a proper brother-in-law

Bubba being autistic and nonverbal also means he can sympathize with your plights. Maybe not yours specifically but he is used to needing accommodations

JASON VOORHEES

Jason is a bit out of his element here

His mother never told him about mental health issues and what to do

But he understands eventually, you help him along the way

Sometimes you lash out but Jason just takes it - lets you wail on him and scream and cry

He hates to leave you alone when he has to go take care of intruding camp counselors but you understand

Doesn't mean you have to like it. You take your anger out on whichever ones happen to cross your path - he thinks you look handsome covered in the blood of intruders

Sometimes Jason's devotion to his mother makes you enraged - you won't talk to him for days when he chooses his mothers advice over yours

She's DEAD, you're RIGHT HERE, why doesn't he see that??

But then he'll bring you daisies to apologize if he thinks he's ignored you too much

If Jason is your FP, he also has no idea what to do there - you'll have to explain it to him slowly

He wishes you could understand his mothers importance and you two can sometimes butt heads about this, especially on your bad days

But you always, always apologize to him... It's not something you can control but you can control how you react to your aftermath

If you're romantically interested in him, he's so worried about disappointing you somehow

You're one of the few people in his life that have ever cared about him this much and he couldn't imagine losing that

Over time, he starts to recognize the beginnings of your episodes and learns how to react in ways that reassure you

He makes you a daisy crown one day and its as close to dedication as he knows how to show

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher fanfiction #the texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer x you #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba is autistic #it doesnt add anything but he is just trust me #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you

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hellsitedotcom · 1 month ago

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ OC Introduction : Dina ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"Through music, we find the divine in the everyday." - Antonio Vivaldi.

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Rarity : ✦✦✦✦✦ Lore Path : Finality. (?) Combat Path : Abundance. Combat Type : Imaginary. Weapon(s) Of Choice : None; Dance Moves.

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— C O M B A T — Still no numbers because I'm too busy being invested in figuring out everyone's lore and combat abilities over caring about numbers.

✧ Normal Attack

– Deals a set amount of Imaginary DMG to a target.

✧ Elemental Skill

– Upon triggering their Elemental Skill, Dina heals one ally by a set amount of HP, sacrificing her own health in the process. Her health is recovered by a set amount when the healed ally’s next turn begins, additionally increasing her Base DEF if her HP falls under 50%.

✧ Ultimate Skill

– Upon triggering their Ultimate Skill, Dina begins a ‘’performance’’ of hers and continuously heals her allies for (3) turns whenever the allies begin their turn. Additionally, she increases everyone's DEF - including her own for the same duration. – E2: When an ally has fainted, she revives said ally by a set amount of HP. This effect does not have a limit in its uses, yet only one ally can be revived at a time. If multiple have fainted, a random ally gets chosen to be revived.

✧ Technique Skill

– When triggering their Technique Skill, applies the ‘’Fermata’’ status to all allies. Upon entering the battle, all allies take reduced damage for the first (2) turns. – E3: Upon entering battle, damage taken by a randomly chosen amount allies is completely negated for (1) turn.

✧ Passive Talent

– When Dina is downed for the first time, she can recover her health by siphoning her allies’ HP and thus restoring her own health. In return, she increases her allies’ DEF by a set amount for (2) turns. This ability can only trigger once during battle. – E6: Dina now recovers after being downed without siphoning her allies’ HP.

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— L O R E —

species: Halovian. age: unknown; appears to be in her mid-20s.

title(s): the uncanny ballerina, the Halovian orphan, Kafka's muse, [redacted]. fraction: the Stellaron Hunters.

✧ Appearance

Dina is a skinny woman that, at least sometimes, has something uncanny, almost sickly to her appearance. She has long, pale blonde hair that reaches below her ribs and is often kept lose and disheveled. Her eyes have a pale, blue color (ca. hex; #9BCDD1) that seems to darken at certain times. Additionally, due to being a Halovian, she has a pair of wings sprouting from her neck - they seem almost as disheveled as her hair sometimes, additionally being somewhat larger/having somewhat longer feathers (e.g. more like Robin's than Sunday's). She is never seen wearing a Halo.

She doesn't dress extravagantly or anything, even after following Kafka and ''joining'' the Stellaron Hunters. During her time at the orphanage/asylum, she only ever wore old, white dresses that barely reached her ankles - perhaps it was the same dress every day, all the time, visibly stained and worn from being used for Aeons know how long. After accompanying Kafka, she began wearing ''newer'' dresses, though they were still ''old'' - well, vintage might be a suitable word for them. She also started wearing jewelry. Technically just one silver necklace that repeatedly wraps around her neck, a bit like the bandages on her body. She often walks around barefoot, formerly with an electronic tagging monitor attached to her right ankle, now replaced by a bracelet gifted to her by Kafka with a pair of wings attached to said bracelet. Kafka has also brought her a pair of white ballet slippers.

✧ Character Story I

‘’An orphan?’’

‘’So we believe, sir. We found her next to the corpse of her sister. Well, we think it was her sister. The girl looked identical to her. No information on the parents, but I found a Halovian woman buried under debris not far away from them. I’m guessing it was their mother. Tango...found a Halovian male, which I guess could’ve been their father.’’

‘’Is she the only survivor?’’

‘’No, sir. She’s the only one that wasn’t in need of medical attention. We found her completely unharmed. Everyone else has been sent to the nearest hospital.’’

‘’Mhm. Thank you, General. You're dismissed.’’

‘’May I ask a question, sir?’’

‘’What is it?’’

‘’What’s going to happen to the kid now?’’

‘’...We’ll send her to the orphanage. They’ll know what to do with her. Did she tell you her name?’’

‘’No, sir. She ignored us when we arrived. She was…trying to wake her sister up. She just kept repeating the name Dina. I guess that must've been her sister's name.’’

‘’And you haven’t tried talking to her since rescuing her?’’

‘’We did, sir. She didn’t reply to any of us. We’re not sure if she just doesn’t understand us, or if she’s actively ignoring us. Or perhaps something else happened that we aren’t aware of.’’

‘’Is she here now?’’

‘’Yes, sir. She’s waiting outside the office.’’

[...]

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— V O I C E L I N E S —

✧ First Meeting

Who are you? ...my name? ...Dina.

✧ Greeting

...Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there. How are you?

✧ Parting

I think I'll go and practice another dance now. Goodbye.

✧ About Self: Song & Dance

The beauty of music lies in its power to transcend words. I have always found it easier to understand my own emotions with the help of songs, and I prefer expressing my thoughts and feelings through dance rather than words that will never be able to truly capture the emotions inside me.

✧ About Self: Classical Music

I've never enjoyed the kind of music where people sing along to the melody. For me, it makes it a lot harder to dance along to the song when there's someone constantly singing or even talking over the rhythm and the melody. It's why I prefer Classical Music. ...Techno? What's that?

✧ About Self: Orphanage

I don't remember how I got there, or anything that happened before that, really. All I remember is a bunch of people trying to talk to me. It was overwhelming, and I'm glad they eventually gave up and just left me be. And I guess I’m glad to finally be out of there.

✧ About Kafka

I met her by chance while I was performing away from the orphanage. I guess it caught her attention, and after that I kept seeing her more often until she eventually came up to me and introduced herself.

✧ About Kafka II

A few weeks after I joined her team, she bought me a whole room of new clothes. I...feel bad, since most of them just...weren't things I would wear, but Kafka didn't seem to mind. She just asked me if I wanted to tag along while she went to look for more clothes.

✧ About Silver Wolf

She's...interesting. Kafka spends a lot of time with her, which means I get to see her a lot, too. I don't mind her, but her taste in music is...well, not the same as mine.

✧ About Blade

He's a quiet one, at least around me. It's nice, allows me to do my own thing instead of having to try and socialize with someone. He doesn't seem bothered by my humming or my dancing either, which I appreciate.

✧ Added to a Team with Kafka

Do you want to perform this song together?

✧ Added to a Team with Silver Wolf

Please just don't play that loud music...

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#.oc - dina #hsr oc #honkai oc #man i want her to be fucked up and uncanny but also not too fucked up #trying to find a middle ground for her backstory is tough. but its also like 2am #hsr

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surpriseraisin · 1 year ago

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trollchendise au _ more blurbs

The captured trolls have a bracelet that they are told to wear at all times. They come in two forms; the ones worn by minors which can be removed and expected to be temporary in order to receive the second form, which is a permanent band sealed around a part of their forearm. This bracelet glows and pings a minimum of three times a day, and during those times takes a 'snapshot' of the trolls status (health, location, if they're alive or dead, the genre specific characteristic that decides their potency (pop trolls become more vibrant), and their designated product label (consumable, entertainment, supplement, or entertainment)). The bracelet for the minor trolls look like a braided twine or leather (depending on the genre), but are wires wrapped in said material, with a steel stud (rock and country) / bell (classical and pop) / bead (funk and techno) attached to it.

Rogue trolls or lost goods (trolls who are not accounted for, often times assumed dead, like bruce) often removed these bracelets. Easier and without scars when removed before turning into an adult (which is the age 21), but needing to be separated from the flesh as an adult and leaving a major scar behind.

when poppy was growing up, her father told her that they are hug time bracelets and when they light up it means its time for hugs. This was to preserve her optimistic outlook, as well as peppy's thinking that since poppy is part of the royal family brand that she is protected enough not to learn about the common sense and darker aspects of their life that other trolls learn as they are growing up. Unfortunately this is not the case, and in fact caused a culture shock for poppy and those she shared this belief with later on in life. Such as during the initial meeting between her and the bands that peppy tried to insert her into, like the snack pack and kismet.

Delta Dawn and Trollzart were purchased by a person known as the Playwright, who looks like a purple themed venice carnival jester, along with a variety of trolls in a group called Company. Playwright is famous for their plays, mostly tragedies with strokes of cynical and sadistic humor, which is why Delta Dawn was picked. Playwright is known by the trolls as someone who believes in method acting, and often prods and leads the trolls in the company into situations to 'enrich their life and delve into the role they will play". Such as turning a blind eye and leaving supplies and opportunities to meet their separated family but expecting them to return on time. Otherwise their role in the play will twist to teach them a lesson, which will in turn influence their life in reality outside of the play. And the unfortunate thing is, the troll themself would have been the one to hand the information over to the Playwright of what they value most, during their permitted escapes.

John traveled around after he escaped. He kept the bracelet on, but had help in tweaking it so that it pings once every 3 days. His hair was kept shortened and gelled with a specific hair product that kept it stiff and uncooperative, as the larger being who bought him is aware of the pop trolls' ability to use their hair in multiple ways. And john is determined and visibly motivated for his brothers that the larger being, known as the Producer, wanted to curb john's ability to escape and become a threat.

John contacted the rogue trolls that his grandma talked to him about, and joined in the plan to get trolls bought by kind if not 'kinder' larger beings, as well taking the system down.

the more he hears of his brothers being bought and disappearing the more desperate and crazed he grows. Becoming more erratic and frenzied in his attempts to make a name and place for himself and his brothers. Has taken to bribing to be connected to the bracelet of his brothers, so he can monitor their status; unfortunately this means he had front row status of when his clay's bracelet updated to be 'discontinued' and eventual abrupt disconnect, and bruce's status dropping in health and eventually as 'lost goods'. As you can imagine, seeing the status of companion for floyd and the less than stellar health status does not paint a good picture for John. Only branch's consistent location and great health in comparison to the rest of the brothers keeps john tethered to his past morals and focused in sane decisions.

currently staying in an aquarium planetarium kept by Kid ritz and some elemental like larger beings. A mix of funk and techno trolls do a show. Mostly left to their own devices, and their natural dances and music keeping the place looking alive and thriving. With large and winding see through tubes and tall domed ceilings for the rooms, it is kept mostly in dark lighting in order to highlight the natural glow of the techno trolls and make the bright colors and metallic finish of the funk trolls and their drifting technology and bubbles more prominent

may or may not have traded himself a couple of times to get the resources and connections to make the adjustments and plans he currently has. such as 'entertainment', 'supplement' or even in some memorable moments acting as temporary 'consumable'

ps. i do have a design for bruce and clay more or less drawn up as well as some scenes for them, i just need to transfer it from my notebook to my drawing pad kek. dunno how clear itd look if i took a photo with my phone.

i gave bruce the beginning of a beard and an apron hahaha

played around and gave clay a kind of starshaped hair, and TUSKS!! i like it :)

i think for floyd i wanna play around with giving him space buns or lots of clips. that prized poodle vibe.

playing with the idea of giving john a dwarf hairstyle and beard...lord of the rings almost...give him some salt and pepper look

branch has gelled hair, as is customary for pop trolls in bands to curb their ability to use their hair. Also has gloves on and a trademark face paint marking on him; hides the patches of gray that appeared and grown since each subsequent lost of his family and stayed permanent after grandma rosiepuff got taken. Kismet have mics on near constantly, and have learned to do sign language in order to communicate silently, though they try to disguise it as dance moves.

#trollchendise au #thoughts?#trolls #trolls au #i love comments #ask questions if any of yall have them hahaha #worldbuild

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mj-iza-writer · 1 year ago

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SP Special Containment part 3. Human Weapons Whumpee

Caretaker did a quick peak into Whumpee's monitor room to see if everything was okay.

This was a small room off to the side of Whumpee's room. There was several monitors connected to the cameras monitoring Whumpee. Plus one monitored the room quality, and with a click of a button it monitored a new device. Whumpee allowed themslf to be the guinea pig for this new device, it was a bracelet that tracked several health stats. Heart rate, blood pressure, body temp, plus other health stats could be monitored continuously.

Caretaker didn't see anything concerning so they continued on, they had a meeting with the director.

"I spy with my little eye something red."

Caretaker stopped dead in their tracks and backed up.

They saw Whumpee wandering around the room pointing at something.

"No that's not it Whumpee", one of the guards smiled.

"What's going on in here?", Caretaker stepped in.

The guards stood at attention, "good morning."

"Good morning, at ease", Caretaker took a closer look.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, Caretaker just stepped in. What was your answer?", one of the guards listened to their head set, "yes you got it, let me help Caretaker, then we can continue if you'd like, its your round next."

"What's going on in here?", Caretaker asked again curiously.

"I'm multitasking Caretaker", the guard blushed, "we had to test the new two way speakers, Whumpee was bored and had low health stats, so I was trying to entertain them with a game of eye spy. They're pretty good at it."

Caretaker smiled, "that's a really good idea, I appreciate you doing that for them."

"Yes of course", the guard grinned, "do you want to watch a round, they get to spy now."

Caretaker smiled, "of course."

The guard clicked the speaker so everyone in the room could communicate and hear Whumpee.

"Okay Whumpee, do you want to play more? Caretaker is watching."

"Yes", Whumpee plopped on their bed, "I have a hard one for you."

"Bring it", the guard grinned.

"I spy with my little eye something blue", Whumpee leaned back pleased with themself.

"Hmm, you don't have any blue in your room", the guard glanced at the screens, "wait is it your cookie wrapper in the trash bin."

"How did you see that?", Whumpee sat up, "I purposely hid it."

"I'm just that good", the guard laughed.

Caretaker laughed, there was something so funny about a dangerous weapon playing eye spy. Caretaker loved when Whumpee's human sides showed.

"Hey Whumpee, can they hear me", Caretaker tried, "I don't know how these things work.

"I can hear you Caretaker", Whumpee grinned.

"Great, I've enjoyed watching you, but I have a meeting with the director", Caretaker spoke, "I'll be in later to talk with you, and I'll have lunch."

"Okay", Whumpee looked closely into one of the monitors.

Caretaker laughed, "have fun."

Caretaker sat in the boardroom with a few others. This was a meeting amongst staff in charge of the human weapons.

They all talked about their experiences with the weapons. Caretaker just had to tell them about the eye spy game. They all laughed and shared the goofy things they had seen and dealt with.

The director entered and listened for a few minutes to everyone talking before starting the meeting.

"Hello, happy late morning to everyone. This will just be a brief meeting regarding an issue that has arisen in our facility, and others that have the human weapons.", the director explained, "that is showering."

The group collectively groaned.

"Yep, has anyone here attempted to shower their case?", the director looked around the room.

Everyone laughed sarcastically, it was a collective no.

"You saw what happened when I took Whumpee to close to the showers", Caretaker spoke up, "we've been spot cleaning with baby wipes, but I know they are in desperate need of a shower, I can tell they're getting uncomfortable now."

"I got a report from a different holding facility, a guard was accidentally, but seriously injured when a human weapon was in the showers", the director pulled out the document, "we have to figure out something as it is a health concern for the weapons, but we have to be smart about this."

"How about we shower them at the same time or sedate them?", one of the guards questioned.

"That's smart, put them all in the same room, they either fight each other, or team up", another guard spoke up.

"Caretaker I think you've made a lot of headway with Whumpee, and have helped with the other two weapons as well. Do you have any thoughts?", the director looked at them, "I don't think fully sedating them would be good, they could develop trust issues and continue to have bad experiences with the showers."

Everyone agreed.

Caretaker thought for a minute, "Whumpee has been really good about telling me when a blackout happens, and telling me things. The trainers they had were pretty much merciless. They were almost weapons themselves. I can try to talk to them and see if they know a way to make this easier."

Everyone seemed to agree.

"That bracelet seems to be doing well for Whumpee, I looked at the results before coming in here", the director looked up, "maybe we can see if the other two would be willing to try out the bracelet monitors as well, maybe mention it to your case, get an idea of how they may feel about it."

A few questions were asked in response to the bracelet, nothing of major importance.

"We have one more means of business here. Uh, it seems one of the trainers evaded capture, this one was Whumpee's trainer", the director looked up sadly, "all facilities are on high alert in case there is a break in."

Caretaker suddenly felt faint, "wh-what do you mean?"

"After the raid, somehow Whumpee's trainer escaped capture, I just found out. They've gone through the records. He's definitely missing", the director looked down sadly, "again the facilities are all on high alert, I will give you all information as it comes, and please do not tell the weapons, they do not need to know about this risk."

"So what, just don't tell Aramais, he's going to know something is up the moment he sees me", a different weapon caretaker, Andy, spoke up, "they can sense stuff like this."

"Whumpee will ask about the meeting as well, they'll know I'm hiding something", Caretaker sighed.

"We will have to try our best for a few days, they're hoping something was missed, I don't think scaring the Human Weapons is a good idea", the director waved his hands in surrender, "actually that would be dangerous."

Caretaker sighed when leaving the meeting. They smiled at the other two caregivers, "good luck."

"You too sir", they replied.

Caretaker gulped as they carried the food tray to Whumpee's door, and waited to be buzzed in. He forced a smile, and entered.

Whumpee waited until Caretaker had sat in his normal spot. They eyed the food, then Caretaker.

"How was the meeting?", Whumpee approached the food, "can you talk about it?"

"It was mostly about trying to find ways to shower your three, a guard got seriously injured at another facility", Caretaker felt his throat tighten, "everything else was boring though. No need to worry."

Whumpee examined the food closely, "is that why your heart is pounding out of your chest?"

Caretaker panicked, "huh?", was all he could say.

Whumpee stepped in front of him, and examined him, "I know something is up, I haven't heard your heart race like this since we first met", they smiled, "I know it wasn't just about the showers."

Whumpee went back to the food and started to eat, "it's okay, we can get to it on your time sir."

Caretaker felt like they had just been sucker punched in the gut.

"I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to discuss farther. Please trust me, it's for your best interest", Caretaker choked out. There was something more intimidating when Whumpee stared at him like that. This was the weapon. This was the danger.

Whumpee finished eating, then retreated to their bed. They watched Caretaker pull out two packs of cookies, and lay them on their table.

"Is there anything you'd like to say or talk about?", Caretaker stood.

Whumpee looked past him at the wall, "thankyou sir for the food and treats."

Caretaker sighed, "your welcome, let the guards know if you need me, I'll be in my office. Okay."

Whumpee pulled their knees to their chin.

"Yes sir", Whumpee looked at him sadly.

Caretaker stopped by the monitor room and took one last look at Whumpee.

One of the guards that was at the meeting looked back at him, "that was intense, sir."

"Your telling me", Caretaker leaned on the door frame, "I'm not normally that tense around them, but man that was bad. Let me know if I'm needed."

Caretaker looked into the monitor room of the Human Weapon Aramais. He noticed the caregiver Agent Andy watching the monitors, holding a bag of ice to his head.

"How did it go?", Caretaker stepped in.

"He's refusing to eat and threw his slippers at me, I had to get a rescue from the guard", Andy rubbed his head, "he's got good aim."

"Oh no, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, he's communicating right now and has apologized", Andy smiled weakly.

Aramais said something into the speaker.

"Sorry Aramais say that again", Andy spoke into the speaker.

"I'm not hungry, but can I have some water please. I'm sorry again for throwing the slippers. Are you okay?", Aramais then looked into one of the cameras.

"It's okay, Aramais, I'm fine. I know you were frustrated. Next time, please don't aim at my head though", Andy laughed a little, "it's fine if you don't want to eat, we can try at dinner, I'll get you some water."

Andy sighed, "how did yours do?"

"I didn't get hit by slippers, but definitely intimated", Caretaker smiled weakly, "I think we should go to the director and mention what happened."

"I agree", a reply came from the doorway.

Agent McGee, how did yours take it?", Caretaker replied.

"She chucked her food at the cameras and told me to leave", Agent Mcgee stated in exasperation, "then she went insane, this is not safe for us or them", Mcgee sighed, "the guards had to sedate her. Just enough so they could restrain her to clean the food up."

"Should we go now?", Andy questioned, "I need to give Aramais some water first though."

Andy grabbed a water pitcher, then went back to the door to be buzzed in.

"Alright where are the slippers?", they peaked their head in.

Aramais sat on the floor, leaning against their bed, "exactly where they landed after hitting you", Aramais held up his hands, "I'm not armed."

Andy poured the water in Aramais's water bottle, "you're always armed."

"True, I'm sorry again", Aramais looked down, "you didn't deserve that."

"It's okay, I thought it was kind of funny afterwards", Andy eyed the food tray, "I'm gonna take that. Are you sure you don't want anything?"

"Not hungry, just wish I knew what the big secret was", Aramais looked up, "your radio was still on. Go talk to the director. If they want to keep secrets from us, they need to come down and tell us that themself. Not send you all to do their bidding."

Andy looked at him in shock.

"Tell them when Human Weapons get cornered they become even more dangerous, they have three of us to deal with. Tell them I will be waiting, and I will refuse to eat until they meet with us. At. The. Same. Time", Aramais warned.

Andy stood their visibly shaken up.

Aramais smiled, "don't worry I'm not mad at you, thanks for the water."

Andy forced themself to nod, and quickly went for the door.

"Remember I'm not eating until that director talks to us", Aramais reminded once more.

Andy hurried out the door, and into the monitor room.

Caretaker and agent Mcgee stood their in shock.

"That's a problem", Caretaker frowned, and looked at one of the monitors, "he's looking right at it, like he's looking at me."

"This is not good", McGee frowned, "what do we do."

"We tell the director what happened, and what Aramais said", Andy frowned, "he is going to have to be the director, there is no way around it."

Caretaker frowned, "I felt bad when Aramais said they felt cornered. I can only imagine."

"Okay let's go", Andy started for the door, "Aramais has spoken, and I'm sure he is speaking for the other two as well, and I for one don't want to tick them off."

I bet you want to know what happens next, me too. Part 4 is in the works and will come out soon. -MJ

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griseldabanks · 1 year ago

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How about 38 for Sam and Bucky?

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "Stay with me for a while."

Note: I already filled this prompt for Kara and Alice, so I decided this would just be another scene tacked onto the last thing I wrote involving Sam and Bucky.

BOOM.

Rat-a-tat-tat.

Boom. BOOM.

Whizz, bang, rat-a-tat-tat-tat.

“Riley! Riley, no, look out—“

Riley turning his head. Their eyes meeting in a flash of brilliant white light. An arc of lightning, stabbing downward.

Not Riley. Steve. Steve, suspended in the air for a moment, arms outstretched, then tumbling down, down, down....

“No!”

Sam jerked upright, his own scream still echoing in his ears. Where. Where was he, which way was up, where was Steve, he was falling, Sam had to catch him, but where were his wings, he was falling—

With a thump, he crashed to the ground. But it wasn't sand or dirt or stone, it was...soft. Carpet.

He threw a hand out, and it smacked painfully against something wooden. He groped in the darkness. A bed. Blankets spilling over the side, tangled around his legs.

Oh. A dream.

A white flash lit up the whole room in an instant, followed immediately by a deafening crash that made him jump out of his skin. Heart pounding, adrenaline screaming through his veins, he raised trembling hands to press against his eyes.

It didn't help. All he saw, projected against the inside of his eyelids like a movie, was Steve. One moment walking towards him, drenched from the rain, a goat cradled in his strong arms. A blinding flash, and he was flat on the ground. Not moving. Not breathing.

With a curse, Sam surged to his feet and marched out of his room, letting the door bang against the wall. He headed into the living room, trying to ground himself in the present. He wasn't in Afghanistan. He wasn't out there in the fields with a storm howling around them. He was in an apartment in Birnin Zana, provided to them while they waited for Steve to get a clean bill of health.

Right. Because Steve wasn't dead. Sam had saved him. He was alive, he was fine. They'd taken him to the hospital as soon as the lightning died down, and the doctors thought he was out of danger, but wanted to keep him under observation that night. And so he and Bucky had reluctantly come to this apartment, with every assurance that they'd be the first to know if anything happened.

Another flash of lightning broke Sam's train of thought, and he flinched again as thunder rumbled so loudly he could hear the glasses in the kitchen cupboard rattling against each other. Sam paced up and down a bare stretch of floor between the living room and kitchen, trying to breathe but failing abysmally.

Because what if something had happened? What if something was happening right now, what if Steve was flatlining and the doctors were rushing to him and no one had called them yet because they were too busy and it wasn't like Sam would be able to do anything just like always and yet again his brother would die and he would be helpless and alone and—

“Sam?”

The lights turned on in a sudden blaze that made Sam jump...but they remained on, a steady amber glow so different from the lightning. In the doorway to the other bedroom, hand still touching the light switch, stood Bucky. He'd changed out of his Wakandan robes and into sweatpants and a T-shirt. His missing arm looked weirder that way.

Another crash of thunder. Sam's nerves were too frazzled to even attempt to hide the flinch.

Bucky just looked at him, expression not changing. Then he walked over to the coffee table, pulled off his bracelet of kimoyo beads, and tapped one of them. A holographic image appeared in the air over the table, of what looked like a cardiograph. A red line moved smoothly through the center of the image, spiking up at regular intervals every second or so. A heartbeat at rest.

“Is that...?”

“Real time,” Bucky said, understanding Sam's breathless question. He sat down on the couch, gazing at the heart monitor. “He's asleep.”

Sam found himself sinking down onto the other end of the couch, swiping a hand down his sweaty face. He focused on trying to draw a deep breath without gasping. It was easier now he could watch Steve's heartbeat.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching those steady spikes. Sam timed his breaths in and out to those beats, until three beats passed before each inhale and exhale. His own heart rate was still faster than Steve's, but it wasn't galloping along like it had before.

Glancing over, Sam noticed that Bucky seemed to be doing the same thing. Focused on the same rhythm, they were breathing in tandem. Looked like Steve was still keeping them all in sync, even asleep and out of sight.

Then he looked at Bucky a little closer and noticed the exhausted furrows in Bucky's brow, the way his eyelids drooped. “You slept at all?” he muttered.

Bucky shook his head, not taking his eyes from the heart monitor.

“You should,” Sam said automatically. Old habits died hard.

“Tried,” Bucky said. “Just ended up watching this instead. Kind of like it used to be...back when he'd get sick all the time. I'd sit by his bed and just watch him breathe. It was like...if I closed my eyes, he might slip away. So I stayed awake.”

Sam nodded. It was usually hard to imagine Steve had ever been skinny and weak like in the old pictures...but on a night like this, when he couldn't stop thinking about Steve lying spread-eagled on the ground, not breathing....

Another crack of thunder. Sam flinched, but made himself take a deep breath and keep watching Steve's heartbeat.

“Is that because of what happened today?”

Sam looked over and found Bucky watching him. There was no judgment in his expression, only understanding. Of all people, Bucky knew exactly what it was like to deal with panic attacks and bad nightmares.

Then Sam realized he'd never told Bucky about Riley. He'd told Steve early on, but they didn't talk about it much; the subject was too painful. And even after Bucky had become a part of Sam's life, there were few occasions where the two of them were alone and in need of filling the silence. Once he'd discovered the difficulty Sam had with thunderstorms, Steve usually made an effort to distract Sam on nights like this.

But now Steve was in the hospital, asleep and out of reach. And the only one here was Bucky.

With a heavy sigh, Sam slumped back against the couch cushions. “I wasn't the only one chosen for the Falcon Program,” he finally said. If Bucky was confused at this apparent change of subject, he didn't say anything. “Riley was with me from the beginning, and he was the only other one who didn't drop out for one reason or another during training. We just...clicked, you know? Did everything together, even when we were off duty. He was like...like....” He tried to say it, but the words jumbled together in his throat, and he couldn't even swallow. Usually, it wasn't this hard. It had been years. But tonight...it was like he'd had to say goodbye only yesterday.

“Like a brother?” Bucky's voice filled the silence ringing in Sam's ears, and somehow he could breathe again.

Nodding, Sam closed his eyes to shut out the flashes of light behind the curtains at the window. He tried to remember Riley's smile, his laugh. It was probably just because of the late hour and his lack of sleep, but all he could see in his mind's eye was Bucky beaming as he ran over to greet them. All he could hear was Steve's belly laugh as they played with the kids in the village.

“What happened?” Bucky asked quietly.

Clearing his throat, Sam opened his eyes and stared fixedly at the heart monitor. “They sent us to Afghanistan. We did some good work there. Made a great team. Just Riley and me, saving lives. Saving each other. All we'd ever wanted to do. And then it was over.” The pain in his chest wasn't as insistent as it had been in the early days, but it still dug down just as deep. He thought he'd rather have one of the Dora Milaje stab him with one of their spears.

“It was a night mission. Nothing special. Just...he went left when he shoulda gone right. And then he was gone. And I couldn't....” His throat closed again, and he had to bite his lip to keep it from trembling.

“I'm sorry,” Bucky whispered.

He didn't say anything else. There was nothing else to say, really. But Sam appreciated it more than he could express.

The silence between them was easy as they sat there, not looking at each other. The thunder moved on. The lightning died down. The catch in Sam's chest steadily eased, until he could breathe deeply again, and his heart rate was almost as slow as Steve's.

Sam yawned so wide he could feel his jaw crack. After all the excitement of the day before, and then the sickening rush of adrenaline from the panic attack, he felt completely spent. Everything ached, crying out for the bed in the next room...but would he sleep? Or would he just lie there, staring into the darkness and trying not to think about the dream?

“Guess we should go back to bed,” Bucky mumbled, pushing himself to his feet. “Steve will bite our heads off if we pull an all-nighter.”

“Wait!” The word fell from Sam's lips before he realized he'd opened his mouth, and his cheeks grew warm as Bucky turned around in surprise. Sam looked away and mumbled, “Stay with me for a while.”

For a moment, he thought Bucky was going to laugh at him. But all he did was sit back down—not where he'd been sitting before, but right next to Sam, so close their legs jostled against each other.

Bucky's right shoulder pressed against his left—solid, warm, real. Not like the nightmares. Not like the memories. He wouldn't fade away as soon as Sam reached for him.

Right now, that was all he cared about.

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karimwillia · 2 years ago

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Part 17

Warnings: Fluff and Tension

At the game Riri is courtside wearing a custom cropped lettermen’s jacket Shuri specifically wanted her in. With cute ripped jeans and a pair of custom Shuri 11 Jordan’s. The jacket has Shuri’s number and last name on the back and Riri’s name is on the hip in the front with the year on the chest. It’s a look for sure. The players walk-ins are projected on the screen and Shuri looks so damn good in her suit with the no shirt look her chain shines as it’s on display. The rest of the girls don’t look half as good as her Baby. The bias is real.

The energy around introductions was amazing. Riri can’t believe this is her first ever high school game she missed out. Before tip off Shuri runs over to peck Riri’s lips leaning over into her ear Shuri whispers. “You’re my good luck charm.” The blush that overtakes Riri is second to no none. Shuri hops up and goes to work. She plays like a beast the entire game. With 30 of 32 mins playing time she scored 62 points, had 15 rebounds, 9 assists, and managed 4 steals. Benedict wins. The crowd erupted. “What a game for Shuri Udaku that 60 points is her new personal record. Last year her average was 46 points a game. The state record for points in a game is 80 points by any woman. If she keeps gaining momentum do you think we can see her touch the state record?” The commentators chatter away.

In the Main the girls are bouncing off the walls “Yo Panther is that what getting a girlfriend does to you?” Coach Rollins is screaming. “That was one hell of a game! Woooo!” “We are headed to the Championship! I know it!” Someone shouts. Shuri is rushing because she wants to get to Riri and celebrate. Her goal of a new personal record is huge for her.

The season draws on with Shuri and Riri now in a rhythm. They FaceTime with a little show before all games, and Riri sits courtside for any home game. Coach almost requires it now since they have been winning. The kiss is normally always done just before every tip off also. The sleepover are on pause for the season to keep Shuri focused. The school swears the ritual is the reason Shuri is going to hit the State record.

It's Valentine's Day Weekend and the team is on bi week so Shuri has some freedom. “Earth to Shuri! Bro! What are you daydreaming about?” Al is sitting in the Main it’s lunch so that only means one thing. “My bad. I have been seeing this ring design in my mind for days. So I’m getting it sketched out.” Al is interested but concerned. “What type of ring?” “Woah no not a wedding ring or anything like that just a promise ring. It’s for graduation.” Shuri holds up the sketch. The band is simple but twists into the shape of two hearts that interlock.

“You are cold Shuri. I'm so glad you started back designing.” “I have a muse now is all Al. Riri’s work on the nanotechnology health monitor bracelets was the start. From there all my ideas have just been flowing.” “Mhm What did you just say? Your girl is hella smart yo I can see how that’s inspiring.” Shuri laughs at Al. “Yes she is. The concept is that the bracelet houses these tiny robots that keep your vitals, brain waves and all health status closely monitored so that any slight changes can be addressed immediately. That’s how she explained it to me. It is going to be best for athletes because it provides immediate treatment.” Al nods.

“Right right I’m going to nod like I understand. When you all are traveling to the world saving it remember me. All I wanted to know was what you had planned before the lock-in. I know you lovebirds are going to make sure your first Valentine's Day is right.” Shuri shakes her head “My bad I just get excited to talk about her. But I have the Adler Planetarium rented out for a private dinner.” Al twists her face in surprise. “You know what. Why did I even ask? Of course it’s the perfect date.” They walk out after putting everything they have out in the lockers.

Riri is with MJ courtside, their ritual is for anytime Shuri plays. Shuri winks, biting her lip at her Princess before she goes to play. MJ peeps the subtle look. “Ooooh Ri. Why is she looking at you like a meal?” Ri looks out onto the court biting her lip in a similar fashion. “MJ, honestly we have been having some fun. It’s FaceTime but steps.” With wide eyes MJ covers her mouth. “SHUT UP! How come you haven’t told me!” Riri faces her friend. “Michelle you have been MIA on me.” “Ugh Girl I know ok ok I’m sorry I blame Peter. Damn I am missing all the good stuff too. Why FaceTime?” “Basketball season and privacy. Honestly Rohan and Sha are the in person cock blockers. The in school thing is not appealing.”

“Mmmmmm it’s giving very nerdy of you both. I like it.” The girls giggle. “So then Valentine’s Day? What is tea?” “She has some big date planned. A hotel stay then the lock-in. It’s a surprise and you know I hate surprises. MJ shaking her head. “That girl and her perfectionist ways.”“No MJ, I love the hopeless Romantic in her. It’s cute.” “Nope girl you just love you some her.”

The week speeds by but not without Riri and Shuri making it special for each other. Riri made sure her Dove had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich everyday, her favorite Starbucks drink, got her a new cologne, sent her flowers and a special woven blanket made for her to nap with. Shuri made sure her Princess was spoiled with her favorite flowers everyday, got her three new perfumes, and had her nails done twice when Riri didn’t like the first color. Then Shuri had a special leather briefcase and notebook made for her little brainiac.

It is Thursday evening now and Riri is packing with her music blasting. Sha comes into the room startling Riri. “Shit! Sha.” “Oop why are you cussing? I also love this outfit.” “You scared me Sha and thank you it's new. Shuri spoiled me for Valentine’s so far.” “Well what pray tell are you doing to spoil her?” Riri is always honest and up front with her sister so this conversation was bound to happen.

“I did the normal flowers, candy and this new cologne.” Riri huffs thinking about it. “That was for me. But I don’t know, maybe um we can finally.” Riri kind of trails off. Sex is non clinical to her. So she sometimes finds the words to speak about it hard to articulate. “You want to finally have sex? I am officially old. Sissy, that's a big step. Do you want advice or my opinion?” Riri lifts her head and looks at her sister with a pout.

“Both actually. It’s like a looming cloud for us. Up to this point she has been the one holding back. We have done…” Sharon glares at her sister intently. Riri stops before she shares too much. “We have done other things and I think the time may be right. Then I start overthinking, maybe it’s not.”

Sharon finally takes a breath. She gets up and starts to help her sister with her makeup. Random but it’s how she’s going to help. “Sissy you two are 18 year old seniors, it's not going to be what you see in the movies. So you have to go with the flow. Throw the idea of it being “perfect” out of your mind. You have to listen to yourself and Shuri. If tonight is it then it’s it. Be calm and don’t tense up. Also if you wear that little fenty set her head will explode.” Sharon looks at her sister all done with her makeup and almost tears up. Riri scrunches her face to a funny face.

“Sissy don’t cry please.” “I won’t but I just can’t believe how you have grown.” With everything packed Riri heads down her front stairs. When she makes it the front door bell rings . It’s Rohan to pick her up. She was instructed to wear comfy clothes for now. “Hello Miss Williams. Your presence is missed.” Ri loves Rohan; he's like an African Alfred. With a wave she hugs him quickly. “Hi Rohan don’t worry I will be home soon, she can’t be distracted.” After loading the last of her bags Rohan helps Riri into the car. “I am aware but she is up for hours restless without you. Before you ask, I am not at liberty to disclose tonight’s plan.”

The ride is quick to The W Hotel in downtown Chicago. With an escort Riri is taken to a huge suite. She opens the door to a beautifully decorated hotel room but not like the over done ones on YouTube couples do. The room is dimly lit with floor lights casting a deep red huge into the room. There are black heart shaped balloons floating on the ceiling and a rose petal heart on the floor. On the bed is a box and two bags. In the box is a gorgeous slim form fitted black dress. Its silhouette is cut higher at her left leg then on her right with a one shoulder neckline.

Riri readies herself and she was so thankful for her Sister doing her makeup. Riri opens the first bag with a pair of obsidian and diamond earrings for her to wear inside. The last bag has a letter and a pair of red bottoms. The letter reads. “Dear Princess, Solve the riddle and you will find the place to join me for our date. I visit you every night even if you don’t call me! I am lost everyday to you. What am I and where can you see me? Baby I love you and join me soon. Your Dove🤍” Riri racks her brain about the riddle. She smiles and pops out of the room to find Rohan.

“Ro take me to the Adler Planetarium!” Rohan grins ear to ear. “You are indeed a genius Miss Williams. Let us go.”

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