#ive been in hysterics over this why did he say that

[aimeeisdead]

10/10 game no further comments

[barbiewhowritessmut]

helloooooo, i know you're new to writing so I hope this isn't too hard.

what abt Erenxreader but reader finds out eren is cheating on her... pls make it super dramatic and kinda angsty ilysm ty if u do thissssss

Thank you for the request! This was a LITTLE rushed towards the end cus tbh I was struggling with good words to use 😭😭

( does anyone else have problems like that? )

anyways I hope u like it girlie🩷 I reallyyy tried..

Something told you it was over when you saw him and Mikasa talking. He gave Mikasa eyes he hadn't given you in what felt like forever.

Something deep down in your soul told you to confront the two of them. but you didn't want to jump to conclusions, not just yet.

The following morning, you sat up in your bed, questioning why he and Mikasa would have been there together, Or did they just happen to cross paths randomly? The sound of a notification from Eren's phone startled you out of your thoughts.

something in your gut told you to check his phone

You knew that checking his phone without his knowledge was a complete invasion of his privacy, but you couldn't help yourself.

that feeling in your gut just kept growing-- and nagging you.

so,

You slipped out of bed, cautious not to wake him up.

You tiptoed over to his side of the bed and picked up his phone from the top of the dresser.

Your heart sank when you saw it was a message from Mikasa, with a red heart next to her name.

MIKASA❤️ ''hey, baby! Last night was fun. Lets meet up again tonight?? I have something special planned for you. also .. When are you gonna break up with Y/N so we don't have to be sneaky all the time🤭?''

Your eyes widened when you finished reading the message.

To say you were mad was an understatement. You were hysterical.

In the hopes that it would break, you flung his phone across the room.

Eren was sound asleep until you yanked the blanket he was resting in away from his body.

He jolted up, wide awake ''Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!'' he yelled out.

'You're a dirty fucking liar, Eren! You've been screwing around with Mikasa? Are you fucking serious?''

Eren's brows furrowed and his nose flared up.

''fine. I admit—ive been cheating, I can't STAND being around you! Every time around I'm around you I just think to myself, 'Who the fuck does this girl think she is?' You are so fucking boring Y/N!'' Eren's words hit you hard, leaving you speechless. The room fell silent as the weight of his confession hung in the air.

Eren stood up slowly and mumbled under his breath ''I'm sorry. I'll leave.''

He took what he could and left your guys' shared apartment.

Leaving you alone. Surrounded by darkness and the echoes of his hurtful words.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL!

likes n reblogs appreciated ofc!💋

toodles !

( writing tips also appreciated )

[slashmagpie]

Blood & Snow

Pt. III

Directory: {Pt. I} {Pt. II} {Pt. IV} {Pt. V} {Pt. VI} {Pt. VII} {AO3}

Day three for @hermithorrorweek TWs for this chapter include: minor injury/blood, temporary character death

III. CHASE

“Sorry, Bdubs, I don’t know what you want me to say! Dungeon’s closed! Heard it from the dungeon master himself!”

Scar sits on top of the cobblestone block that’s blocking the barrel to open the dungeon doors, blinking at Bdubs faux-innocently, clutching his cane so tight his knuckles are white.

Bdubs snorts. “Yeah, sure. So where is he, then?”

“Why, he’s fixing the dungeon, of course!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Bdubs! Why would I lie about this? No, no, I’m simply doing community service, helping out my dear friend Tango while he—”

“Cut the bullshit, Scar,” Bdubs says, scowling and crossing his arms, startling Scar out of his rambling. Scar stares at him for a moment, mouth agape, and then sniffs, pulling a face.

“Language, Bdubs.”

“I’ve heard you say worse,” Bdubs points out. “So, come on, tell me what’s really going on. I mean, if it’s a scam, I can help you out for a piece of the pie.” He smiles. He hopes the smile is still as charming as usual, even with his mismatched gold-and-diamond teeth.

“It’s not a scam,” Scar blurts. Now that he’s given up the bit, his body language has changed: he’s hunched over, curling in on himself with his shoulders raised, and the one hand that isn’t gripping his cane is rubbing at his legs as his expression contorts in pain. Bdubs is instantly concerned.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“There’s—something wrong with the dungeon,” Scar says. “At first I thought I was being paranoid, maybe Tango had just added some new effects, but then…” He swallows, looking vaguely sick. “So when I got out, I went looking for him. And… I couldn’t find him. Bdubs, I don’t think Tango’s anywhere.”

“Well, he’s got to be somewhere,” Bdubs says with a frown. “He can’t just have vanished into the air!”

“I can’t find him,” Scar stresses again. “And the dungeon has flesh now.”

“It has what?”

“It’s got flesh, Bdubs! And—it laughed at me, I think. And—screamed, and—” He cuts off with a shaky breath. “Do you see the problem now?”

Bdubs’ stomach is slowly sinking down into a black pit of dread. “I, uh��yeah. I might.” He runs a hand over his face, blowing out a breath. “Jeez. Okay. Okay. This is—we need to do something about this.”

“What can we even do?” Scar cries, a little shy of hysterical. “How do we—?”

“Does the waiting room still have a bed?” Bdubs interrupts him.

Scar blinks. “Yes…? Why?”

“I need to shreep.” 

“You need to—is this really the time?! Bdubs, Tango is—”

“I know,” Bdubs says. “Tango told me to knock it off, but, well, I’m sure he won’t mind this one time.”

Scar squints at him. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find him.”

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Bdubs hasn’t slept in Decked Out since he’d realised that he couldn’t control his dreams when he did. Since he’d realised that sleeping within the Citadel’s walls would inevitably drag him beneath it, into the walls of the dungeon, he’d made sure to always head home before sundown.

Tonight, he makes an exception.

The waiting room is a strange environment to fall asleep in, but he manages it, curling up on his side and pulling the blankets over his head. It blocks out the light, the bright colours of the walls, and sleep soon comes to tug him from his body, down, down into the depths of the dungeon.

Huh. Bdubs has never been to level three before. That’s where he assumes he is, the walls thick with veins of skulk, the resting heartbeat of the dungeon accompanied by two quieter, off-beat hearts that echo around the walls. The build around him shudders slightly as it breathes, invisible spider webs sticking to the corners and dripping down from the ceiling. Bdubs stays as far away from them as he can, inching out of the room and down the stairs.

“Tango?” he calls quietly. Not too far away, a skulk sensor clicks. He shudders. It shouldn’t be able to hear him, is the thing. Most sensors can’t, not when he’s sleeping. But the sensors drip with more of that invisible webbing, and Bdubs knows that whatever that stuff is, his current form is made of something similar.

“Tango?” he calls again, louder, and this time a shrieker howls his position out to the dungeon. Bdubs curses under his breath as he hears the warden’s heartbeat pick up, the slow shuffle of footsteps towards him. He drops to a crouch. He needs to find Tango—he needs to get out of here—

His vision goes dark.

Crap.

He sneaks forward as fast as he can, the dungeon’s heartbeat picking up pace, the warden’s footsteps echoing too-loud in his ears. His vision is still dark, still pulsing, and he trips down a step he hadn’t seen in the shadows. The warden sniffs. Bdubs bites back a cry. He’s never going to find Tango at this rate—

The hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. He feels, more than sees, the presence of the warden looming over him.

Panic overtakes his rational brain and he takes off running.

The blast catches him off-guard, leaving him half-dead and wheezing as he skids around a corner, attempting to put as much distance between him and the warden as possible. His ears are ringing so loud he can barely hear the dungeon’s heartbeat above the sound, let alone the warden’s. He feels blood begin to run down his cheeks. Crap, crap, he’s going to die—

The darkness clears. Bdubs spares a glance over his shoulder. The warden is still coming for him, just out of range of the blindness effect, and now that he has a proper glimpse of it he can see the same invisible strings wrapped around the creature as it lumbers towards him.

He wrenches his gaze away and keeps running. 

This isn’t a run: he doesn’t have a compass, or a map, or any berries to sustain himself. He can feel himself flagging, the energy draining from him as he runs, and there’s nothing to soothe the agony still rattling in his ears and skull from the sonic blast. It doesn’t matter that he shouldn’t have legs, or lungs, or ears or blood or a stomach or any part of a body at all in this ethereal form, because this whole dungeon is drenched in the stuff that he’s made of and it can hurt him just as easily as it could while he was awake—

Wait.

What is he made of?

He can’t say he’s ever thought too much about it. Dream-stuff, is what he’d probably say, but what even is that? He’s not a body, but he is alive, is conscious—consciousness? Is that what these invisible tendrils are? Or are they something else? Something more?

Is this what a soul looks like?

His vision goes black again. He curses, glancing back, seeing the faint glow of the warden’s open ribcage, and then turns back to the way he’s facing, only to see the same glow, much, much closer.

…Ah. He’d forgotten about the other warden.

He stops, frozen, heart pounding, and knows that this is it: there’s no way out. His ears ring, and below the ringing, three furious hearts pound in time. The only light he can see in the dark is the invisible glow of the tendrils that hang from the walls, from the wardens, from himself.

He closes his eyes, takes his last breath, and makes his decision. 

He lunges forward, straight towards the warden, and as its arms come down in a killing blow he digs his fingers into the ethereal strings and cries, “Tango, you bastard, where are you?”

The blow should be enough to knock him back into his body. It isn’t. The impact shatters him into pieces, and Bdubs lets out a cry, reaching out for the floating shards of his soul—

And then there are burning blue eyes staring at him out of pitch dark.

“Tango?” Bdubs croaks without a voice.

You shouldn’t be here, says the dungeon, an aching creak of stone and skulk that sounds almost, almost, like Tango’s voice. I told you before. No cheating!

“Scar said you were in trouble. Where are you? We’ll come get you.”

The dungeon laughs. It’s just as terrifying as Scar had made it out to be. If Bdubs had a throat, he would swallow. 

You can’t find me, says the dungeon. I’m in the one place you can’t reach. Now go. AWAY.

Like a rubber band finally being released, Bdubs snaps back into his body with such force that he falls out of bed. He lies, shuddering, on the cold quartz floor of the waiting room, shaking and gasping for breath, pressing his fingers to the skin on his chest like he can push himself back into a single piece.

“Bdubs?” He blinks, bleary, up at Pearl, who’s perched on one of the parkour set-ups on the other side of the room. “Are you okay there, mate? You look a little…”

Bdubs sucks in a breath and finally finds his voice. “Get Scar,” he croaks. “Get—Get Etho. Get anyone. I… I know where Tango is.”

[cough-ii]

aftg as quote book pt 4 !!

“its just a silly little twerk of mine” - nicky

“i wouldn’t mind being called woke. im awake arent i?” neil/wymack

“enter hot take on kevin” *drops the mic, takes a bow* - neil

“Just a reminder we are HALF WAY THERE and we are LIVING ON A PRAYER” - renee @ games

“Led by you hoe” - Alison

“i physically cannot play with my balls in my bedroom” - neil?

“Fuckin this, fuck that fuck fuck fuck” - wymack

“Porn is a genre” - nicky

“Reading porn is better than not reading at all” - nicky

“We are all bussin” - nicky

“Don’t shoot the prime minister…please” - everyone @ andrew

“He gave himself a DIY circumcision” - be creative

“I live under a rock. It;s very warm” - neil

“The only way youre getting out of maths this year is if you kill yourself” - neil

“Don’t kill yourself” - wymack

“Tomorrow we’re going to learn how to be better bullies :)” - dan

“I have nothing important to say ever” - aaron

“I am wrong in the head” - kevin

“Some people say lots of things to get off” - nicky

“It was such a delicious luxury to have a warm drink” - matt

‘I got my pussy waxed’ - alison

‘i feel so much better without my pants’ - matt

“neil you’re flirting” - dan “oops…” neil

“Impact on the victim… DEATH” - andrew

“Stop doing magic in class please” someone to andrew

“‘You look good enough to eat,’ Andrew Minyard had said, the first time he came to pick him (Neil) up. When they got home again he did begin to eat him”

“Hey hoe 💅” alison

“That is tighter than a fishes ass hole” - matt

“Are you ok you look like a drenched rat” - dan

“If I get your name wrong, blame your parents” -wymack

“I was on drugs I didn’t know what I was doing” andrew

“I have thousands of dollars to my name” neil

“why did you threaten me?” kevin “because i wanted to” neil

“Dragons have pronouns too” renee

“i very much enjoy getting renee wet” - Alison, dunking water on renee

“andrew is a crack up” - nicky probably almost got shanked for this

“talk dirty to me” andrew “What if I tied up all your hands and legs and then threw you down the stairs and you died, but we were friends who liked practical jokes, would that be murder?” neil

‘Who was humping the statue?’ - dan

“Little red riding hood in bed with the wolf” - Alison

“His eyes are penetrating you” kevin @ neil unironically

“There are a number of ways you can skin a cat” andrew when one of the cats piss on the bed

‘Just shake ur ass and no one will notice’ nicky

“Why is it always mother fucker this, mother fucker that? Why is it never father fucker” neil

“I’m very private with my fists” dan

“I had some guy in my car and he said ‘i want to commit suicide’ and i said ‘no, not in my car get out’” - twinyards

“Girls, you’re semi-hysterical” wymack

“I touched your boob im sorry” matt @ dan

“Not just jumping off the religious sculpture, they were humping the religious sculpture” - renee, traumatised

‘DANCE you idiot, D-A-N-S…’ - kevin

‘We’ll talk about the sex party another time’ dan

‘I have a gin and tonic every night, it keeps me young’ wymack

“I was in a rage and i broke his nose” neil ab kevin

“Some people need to be chemically castrated” andrew

“Don’t chew gum in front of Jesus” renee

“I’m hearing plenty of smashing noises over here” allison in the cabin

“Oh why don’t you crawl back into your hole” andrew @ neil

“Legalise recreational use of cannibalism” aaron in a presentation

“CMERE YOU LITTLE BOLLOCKS!” wymack

“Stabbing them 3 or 4 times is plenty” andrew

“My brother got dropped on his head” andrew

‘Comparing sizes’ nicky

‘Ive been stalking you all’ kevin

“Shit, Shit, SHIT, Oh my god, SHIT. That’s fucked” nicky

“She called him gay so i threw the chair at her” neil

“I’m gonna die” aaron “Don’t care.” neil

“Get help please” dan

“Young people’s music today, I just don’t get it” abby

“We all have the homosexual gene” andrew

“I’m not going to get you to go around class and looking if people have homosexual characteristics” andrew maybe

‘i saw this really big tombstone and i asked ‘is that where jesus was buried?’’ andrew @ renee

‘What if I worked 55 hours a day?’ matt?

“now that i’m your legal guardian i guess i should look after you” dan a/o matt @ neil

“lesbians are people too” neil

“Charisma test? caress my balls” nicky

“Do you want to do a quickie to de-stress” andrew

“If you are interested in any horizontal refreshment” andrew

“Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace, play with my balls and tell me how big they are” (…….. i have second hand embarrassment) - allison

“Do you think Jesus had daddy issues?” alison

“We all get stressed sometimes but cursing is not fucking ok” dan

“I'm working, im twerking and im jerking” nicky

‘It’s a good kisser it’s so smooth and soft and warm’ neil ab his homework

[milgramimaginesblog]

Muu discussion

I was going back and reading the tls for the first trial voice dramas and?? Theres a lot we didn't see in Muu's one, or we just overlooked. (spoilers for second voice drama if you hadn't read the tls yet)

Cos like around 3:54, we hear how when Muu says "I did kill them" she says it in a low voice? That, in my own interpretation, had a bit of resentment behind it? Before she goes back to that 'innocent and did no wrong' attitude.

I would've understood the resentment behind her words If we just looked only at her first MV, but with the second trial MV and Voice drama out, I truly believe that her words only held resentment towards her Victim (Rei chan??) because she made Muu lose everything she worked so hard for/gained.

And in her first MV, if we take the line "My sorry spells must be wearing off" with this scene in mind:

(sorry for the low quality)

I believe it's the scene where Muu confronted Rei about it all. Begging forgiveness, crying a lot just like how we see in the first trial voice drama, and just... Yeah 💀 and when Rei didn't forgive her, ykw she did!!!

But heres the thing: Muu says in her first trial that "As of now, I don't have a clear memory of what happened after I did it." but if we go over to the second MV of hers, to the part of her 'breakdown'

1:44 ⎯ we see how she reacted after her murder, or after she committed it. ITS LIKE?? Hysterical and ofc crazy, but I feel like she's relieved after doing it??

And going back to the first voice drama, in 9:07, we see Muu acting or trying to act like how her followers did back then?? Just assuming this part tho.

however, 9:27, is what I believe made Muu want to look beautiful and pretty though?? If it's eye catching to Es and to us, she must've thought we'd forgive her. 'cause in Yuno's second voice drama, she mentions after extracting the song (or after Es had gone to sleep, ?? Don't remember sorry) she heard us talking and discussing the verdict for her, and in Futa's it's confirmed he also heard the same thing at around the same time...

So if we assume Muu had started hearing our voices around the time her first MV released, then maybe what we've discussed, as well as what Es has told her... greatly affected her to the point she's acting like this now. "Not my fault" cos we truly believed it wasn't her fault.

And i also like that in the first voice drama, the way Es started having a panic attack(?) and pushed Muu away, she started victimising herself?? Small detail but it's interesting to see after now knowing everything. AND ENTIRELY OFF TOPIC ABT THIS WHOLE RANT ... THE WAY JACKALOPE CAME TO CHECK ON ES IS CUTE STOPDO IMS 😭

anyways back to the rant, love how Es pointed out that after Muu cries she quickly switches up?? Laughing at how silly Es is for talking to jackalope.

14:39, "good-for-nothing police" 🤨 im telling you IM TELLING YOU!!! THERE WERE SO MANY SIGNS WE OVERLOOKED HERE.

16:12, 💀 GIRLKOFMDNCDD GIRL!!! WHAT THE FUCK . SEE THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO LOOK INTO THE VOICE DRAMAS MORE BEFORE VOTING ISTG even Es surprised . girl . girl we fucked UP

ONE LAST DETAIL I NEED TO TALK ABT... is the voice dramas name, the first one is "Crying B" which was... odd at first ngl, but then the second drama was named "Queen B"... HOW TF DID WE NOT MAKE THIS CONNECTION IM LOSING MY MIND

MAN IVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT MUU THE MOST HERE IN #☆MILGRAMDiscussions BUT ITS SO??? INTERESTING TO ME HOW WE WERE SO EASILY TRICKED INTO FORGIVING HER.

[m0n0-t0n3]

Happy 4/13! Tell us about your homestuck character opinions? ^–^

OH BOY BUCKLE UP LADS IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS.

Okay I'll do the beta characters and alpha kids bc if I go into full alpha that'll be too much. (I apologise I'll keep it short)

Karkat- sweet baby boy, the reason I got into homestuck

Aradia- ghost queen, badass aesthetic, low-key creeps me out

Tavros- HE DESERVED BETTER, also a sweet baby boy

Sollux- my man fr, love his aesthetic and attitude wish they did more with his classspect

Nepeta- honestly not my favourite, find her a bit too much

Kanaya- vampire supremacy, one of the best characters ever

Terezi- MY GIRL ILY BABE, didn't deserve a damn thing that happened to her especially not gamzee

Vriska- eh I'm torn on her, she's cool? But not a type of character I enjoy

Stronk man (equius)- so fucking annoying the boner he has for the high bloods is just ugh

Gamzee- I hate him I'll say it. I'm not ashamed he is a horrible character and is so gross to terezi and karkat. Just no

Eridan- my lad he's so cool I love his weapon and dynamic with the others. I actually did my hair like him once!

Feferi- bit too air headed for me personally but I can see why so many like her. She's cool

Dave- MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER EVER IN ANYTHING I AM A DAVE STAN TILL I DIE

Rose- sweet heart but reminds me of someone too much to go beyond that

John- I find him hilarious tbh. Great protag and over all a cool dude. Best in the early acts

Jade- ugh another I don't like. I find her annoying

Dirk-<333333333 manipulative bastard (affectionate) love him even if I think he needs therapy

Roxy- gun slinging Queen. Love her aesthetic and classspect.

Jane- annoying

Jake- ayyyy brit buds. I find how stereotyped he is to be hysterical great character 10/10

[umbrellacam]

#and did!#was there anything quite as delicious as tim being beat to hell and coming out the end of it like#wow. you are such a cringe loser. (tags via @carol-ing​)

#sorry but every time tim is SO dismissive and annoyed about jason after he comes back it is hysterical#you almost killed that boy four times and you still can get any respect from him#he's a bougie white boy who says oop and thinks weed is evil#and YOU are the one guy he had decided is too cringe to put up with#jason is the most serious and dramatic and tragic character everywhere else#and then he goes to tim.... (tags via @bitimdrake)

#said 6 foot loser is also weirdly obsessed with teaming up with tim#tim has never been more disgusted by that#jason: PLSSSS WORK WITH ME#tim: you’re a loser like the biggest loser i know#jason: UGH! I HATE U! like pls just work for me (tags via @damtroy)

#tim sees dick dressed like a CLOWN and still thinks he’s cool#but somehow Jason is the weird one#if I was jason id be offended too (tags via @dimtrake​)

#there’s no recovery from a tear away outfit that reveals an adult sized robin Halloween costume#complete with bright yellow tights underneath (tags via @aliteralchicken​)

#there's no going back from the yellow tights#cringe be upon ye Jason Todd and fail be thy steed#gothamites#imagine being called cringe by somebody who says 'oop' when they fall over#I'd return to my grave tbh (tags via @alternis​)

#this is so true#its a comedy show#and like yes jason will beat his ass for it but tim will be like#''this is the most cringefail ass-kicking ive ever gotten :/''#''you get 2/5 stars did you even try (the 1 star is bc you used to be robin and dick grayson also used to be robin)#(and therefore you get some very slight coolness points from proximity to dick grayson)#(who is clearly the coolest guy to ever have walked this earth)''#which i also think would offend jason. critical hit#you think the guy who was DISCOWING is COOLER THAN ME??? **DISCOWING???**#and tims just like. uh yeah duh?? i have eyes obviously he's cooler than you???#number 1 dick grayson fanboy. theres nothing jason can do abt that even if he does beat tim into the ground again#this knowledge brings jason great despair if he chooses to dwell on it. this is why he decides he cant let himself give a shit about tims o#*tim's opinions (tags via @mamawasatesttube​)

now that I think about it, the funniest part of post-crisis Tim and Jason isn't just that Tim thinks Jason is a cringe loser. It's that this must be the first time that Tim Drake, single most cringe boy in the entire DCU, has gotten to be on the other side of it. And the guy he's calling cringe is a 6 foot, 250lb crime boss who can and will beat his ass.

[agentrouka-blog]

"First lesson," Jon said. "Stick them with the pointy end." Arya gave him a whap on the arm with the flat of her blade.'- Jon(AGOT II). "Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow."- Jon(ADWD XIII). Jon gave Arya this lesson in the beginning and she first hit him with sword. Only for him to remember the same lesson while being stabbed by his 'brothers'.

Let’s see if we can spot a touch of poetic justice in here, centered around the misguided move to hand a deadly weapon to a child who has had no training, but has poor impulse control and a violent streak when cornered. 

He meant well. He meant to give her something that the world would withhold from her. Something to make her feel strong and to pursue her own interests. But. It’s a deadly weapon. And she is a child, who has never been taught to approach the subject of combat with responsibility. 

The master-at-arms put a hand on Robb's shoulder to quiet him. "Live steel is too dangerous. I will permit you tourney swords, with blunted edges." (...)

"Are you training women here?" the burned man wanted to know. He was muscled like a bull.

"I am training knights," Ser Rodrik said pointedly. "They will have steel when they are ready. When they are of an age." (AGOT, Arya I)

Jon hands Arya live steel right away. It’s a gift and a curse. 

You'll be sewing all through winter. When the spring thaw comes, they will find your body with a needle still locked tight between your frozen fingers." (AGOT, Arya I)

Arya’s training with Syrio also involves only a wooden sword. It is heavy. It is meant to teach her the weight of fighting. 

"It's too heavy," Arya said."

It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong, and for the balancing. A hollow inside is filled with lead, just so. One hand now is all that is needing." (AGOT, Arya II)

But all he teaches her is forgotten with live steel in her hand. And her first kill is a child like herself.

Everything Syrio Forel had ever taught her vanished in a heartbeat. In that instant of sudden terror, the only lesson Arya could remember was the one Jon Snow had given her, the very first.

She stuck him with the pointy end, driving the blade upward with a wild, hysterical strength.

Needle went through his leather jerkin and the white flesh of his belly and came out between his shoulder blades. The boy dropped the pitchfork and made a soft noise, something between a gasp and a sigh. His hands closed around the blade. "Oh, gods," he moaned, as his undertunic began to redden. "Take it out." 

When she took it out, he died.

The horses were screaming. Arya stood over the body, still and frightened in the face of death. Blood had gushed from the boy's mouth as he collapsed, and more was seeping from the slit in his belly, pooling beneath his body. His palms were cut where he'd grabbed at the blade. She backed away slowly, Needle red in her hand. She had to get away, someplace far from here, someplace safe away from the stableboy's accusing eyes. (AGOT, Arya IV)

His belly and his shoulder blades, is it?

This time she did not hesitate. "Dareon is dead. The black singer who was sleeping at the Happy Port. He was really a deserter from the Night's Watch. Someone slit his throat and pushed him into a canal, but they kept his boots."  (AFFC, Cat of the Canals)

His throat, is it?

… away, he meant to say. When Wick Whittlestick slashed at his throat, the word turned into a grunt. Jon twisted from the knife, just enough so it barely grazed his skin. He cut me. When he put his hand to the side of his neck, blood welled between his fingers. "Why?" 

"For the Watch." Wick slashed at him again. This time Jon caught his wrist and bent his arm back until he dropped the dagger. The gangling steward backed away, his hands upraised as if to say, Not me, it was not me. Men were screaming. Jon reached for Longclaw, but his fingers had grown stiff and clumsy. Somehow he could not seem to get the sword free of its scabbard.

Then Bowen Marsh stood there before him, tears running down his cheeks. "For the Watch." He punched Jon in the belly. When he pulled his hand away, the dagger stayed where he had buried it.

Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … (ADWD, Jon XIII)

Needle is an incredibly important object to Arya, it represents home to her, and her own identity. 

But at the same time, it is central in moments of intense trauma and the end of her childhood and fuel for significant moral ambiguity. None of the kills she makes with Needle are “clean”. 

Jon handed her something she was not yet equipped to handle. The same way Bran has a power he is in no way equipped to handle. The same way Dany has a power she is not equipped to handle. There are degrees to this, of course, but in each of these cases, their source of comfort is also a source of moral degradation. 

This is probably not a popular take. But Arya got Needle too early, before she was ready to carry a blade, and it will be reflected in how her story with it will be resolved. It already is reflected in how her kills are mirrored in Jon’s own stabbing.

[shoot-the-oneshot]

counting the days: day 6

Series summary. You go to a friends bachelorette party in Italy and meet the man of your dreams, NOT, you didn’t see the part where you get kidnapped by a gangster on your friends itinerary. How will you handle being thrown into a life of guns and mafias.

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A/n wow thank you all for the love this series has gotten I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated I was going through a lot but I’m back now and can’t wait to get back into it.

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

"Do you want to go home?"

you're sure you stopped breathing. after everything now he says that! its a test it has to be.

Massimo, who felt you freeze from where you were pressed back against his chest reaches his hand down to grip your hip through the sheets. not in the way you were used to feeling his touch. aggressive, rough, controling. no, this was soft and caring. you didnt know what to think now. you sucked in a quick breath when his nose nuzzled behind your ear. his gravely tone vibrating though you.

"we can go back to italy for a few weeks if you want."

"what?" you asked turning over to face him. he mustve taken your confusion as concerns because his hand moved from your hip to caress the side of your face. "its not a trick, you tell me what part you’re from and we can leave right now." oh....you didnt notice before but glancing down at your phone the picture you were looking at weren’t of home, it was from the bachelorette party, he thinks youre from italy. you didnt want to leave, but now that the chance is there. "No" you could tell he was surprised,

"lets go somewhere else just the two of us." mimmicing his hand on your face you could feel his head slowly nodding in your palm. clearly your want to stay with him after what happend and your affection has disstracted him enough to mistake the hope for freedom in your eyes as excitement, just like you knew it would, as you said before. you were his weakness and tonight proved it.

"I want to go to Y/hometown, Ive always wanted to visit." the lie slipped out easily. his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "ill call the pilot."

the next day you were back home, not that Massimo knew that but you played tourist exceptionally well.

you waited till he was asleep, you didnt believe in fate untill he rolled off of you he’d been holding you in his sleep for the past two hours. forcing yourself not to move to quickly in your excitement, quitely opening the door, not bothering to grab anything. clothes be dammed and you knew he would track your phone all you needed was to run. and thats exactly what you did the second the door closed. you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with how fast it was beating. 'come on come on' you whispered to yourself, you could only imagine what it looked like to the few people still in the lobby as you ran barefoot out the elevator full speed. your hair whipping around your face as you looked for a way to go. spotting the car across the street you ran for it narrowly missing getting hit by a car that slammed the breaks at the last second. yelling a ‘sorry’ over your shoulder, practically diving into the passenger seat yelling for them to drive. "geez Y/N, you almost died,'' Ally screached, jumping in her seat. looking at you with wide eyes. "Drive Ally, now!" your yells put her in gear as she sped off. have you ever been so relived that you start laughing hysterically? because thats exactly what happeed the farther you got from the hotel. Ally kept looking at you like you were crazy, "where have you been? and why are you at a hotel?" she shot question after question at you. when you turned to look at her you felt overwhelmed, you were home, with your bestfriend. and still there was a small pit in your stomach you wont pay attention to right now. Blinking the tears back at you watch the familiar streets go by.

"Is he hot though?"

once you both got back to her house she didnt let you escape her questioning so you explained everything from bumping into Massimo at the hotel to where you are now, and of course the only thing she asks after you tell her you get kidnapped by a mafia boss is if hes atractive.

"yes Ally, he's hot is that all you took from that?" you sighed exasperated, leaning back on the couch some reality show playing in the background. sensing your mood she came to sit with you, leaning her head on your shoulder. "I'm glad you're back."

"Me too"

after a few weeks of laying low with no sign of Massimo on your tail, you deemed it safe to run to the store for a late night craving of ice cream. oh but how you wish you would've stayed at the house.

you didnt hear their footsteps untill they were on you. your yells going unheard in the practically abandoned parking lot as you were grabbed from behind, clawing at the bag over your head still struggling against your attacker. A chill going down your spine as you recognize the voice.

"Massimo can't save you this time"

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[mediocre-writerr]

a drop in the ocean [lexie grey]

lexie grey x fem reader

requested by anon: OH MY GOD THE CLIFFHANGER IN LOVE IT IF WE MADE IT CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A SECOND PART I LOVE THE ARIZONA AND LEXIE BOND OVER THEIR LOVED ONE

pt.1

*not my gif*

“So Lexie, do you want to tell me what happened?” Dr. Webber asked, a lawyer present next to him.

Apparently they just wanted to gather more information about what happened that dreaded day and she was deep in the middle of it. The normal day at the hospital, one where you think that it’ll be a perfectly normal day, but it turns out to be your worst nightmare. 

“During which part?” she asked.

“All of it,”

What was there to tell? The most horrific thing that could ever happen at someone’s workplace just happened a couple weeks ago. 

Lexie was back to her worst nightmare, but the day just started like any other. The two of you were in the guest bedroom of Meredith’s house or well I guess it’s not the guess bedroom, but you and Lexie’s room. 

Meredith let you move in not too long ago. It wasn’t the most ideal living situation, but it got the job done. While the two of you at least saved up for an apartment. 

You met Lexie through your best friend Arizona when you transferred from your previous hospital. 

“Darling?” Lexie played with your hair as your eyes were still closed. 

Your eyes fluttered open to see her head propped up by her elbow as she just stared at you. You gave her a tired smile, before grabbing the hand that propped off her head and pulled her to lie back down with you. 

You peppered her faces with kisses and she started giggling, “C’mon, we have a shift in an hour,” you groaned and continued placing kisses all over face, “Love,” she drew out. 

“No, I don’t want to go,” you whispered, pulling her closer to her, “Can we just stay here today?” 

“Unfortunately not,” she said, “You have a big surgery today with Derek and I am on Meredith’s service,” 

You let out a groan, “You’re right,” 

“And that’s how your day started?” the lawyer asked. 

Lexie nodded, “Yeah, just like any other day. Until of course we went to work and I guess I didn’t notice this until after, but when we first got there Gary Clark was already in the building. If he just shot then, well it would’ve been a completely different story,” 

You and Lexie entered the elevators, just as you’re about to go up to the other floors someone stuck their hand out to stop it from closing. It was an older man and he looked somewhat familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite place where he was from. 

“Going up?” he asked and you nodded with a small smile. 

“What floor sir?” you asked, politely.

He looked at the buttons, like he was trying to remember something, “3,” he finally said and you nodded, noticing that he was on the same floor. 

The elevator ride up was quiet, you just held Lexie’s hand, fiddling with her fingers. The elevator dinged and all three of you exited at the same time. 

“Have a good day,” you said and he just nodded. 

“So the two of you didn’t remember Gary Clark and why he was there before, right?” the lawyer brought up again.

“Y/N told me that he looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember where,” Lexie answered. 

You looked at her as the two of you reached the residents’ locker room. Lexie was already staring at you with her beautiful brown eyes. You cupped her cheeks softly before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 

“You have a good day, okay?” you whispered to her, giving her another sweet kiss.

She nodded, “You do too. Rock that surgery. I’ll see you after work?” the brunette asked in more of a question than a statement. 

“Always,” you kissed her once more before parting ways. 

Mark and Arizona both slide up by your side as you walked down to the attending’s locker room. They had teasing smiles on their faces and you already knew what they were about to say.

“You and Little Grey are really falling in deep, huh?” Mark said, nudging your shoulder. 

“She’s so far gone, we can’t save her now,” Arizona added and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Mr. Clark was targeting surgeons, how did he know that Dr. Y/L/N was a surgeon. From Karev’s recollection it looked like he was aiming for the elevator,” the lawyer spoke up.

Arizona cleared her throat before shrugging, “I think Gary saw Y/N talking to Derek. Then it clicked, Y/N helped Derek with the surgery that supposedly killed his wife,”

“Are you ready for the surgery today Y/L/N?” Derek slid up next to you. 

You nodded, putting down the chart, that you’ve read once more, “I was born ready!” 

He gave you a high five and smiled, “That’s what I wanted to hear! I’ll see you down there!” 

You didn’t notice, but the same man in the elevator was there listening to your conversation. Derek was too far away for him to catch up, so he followed you. It was like a stake out or something. 

You went to go ask Arizona a question and that’s when you heard the infamous screams. The loud piercing screams that shook you to the core. 

“We brought Y/L/N back to the OR, we were able to head down there before they closed it off,” Mark confessed, “We had everything we needed down there, except for an anesthesiologist. Y/N was in a lot of pain,” 

Karev placed a rag into your mouth before they started to try and get the bullet out without anything to put you asleep. You closed your eyes as tears started streaming down your face. 

The sweat from all of the pain was dripping down your forehead. You kept falling in and out of consciousness because the loss of blood and all the pain was not doing good for your body. 

Lexie couldn’t bear just watching you in pain, so she ran down with no hesitation, “Lex-Lexie!” Arizona whisper-yelled, following in after her. 

It was too late though, Lexie was already in the OR with her hand squeezing yours. A small smile filed onto your face as the blurry vision of Lexie’s beautiful face filled your vision.

“Hey darling? Can you stay awake for me?” she whispered to you, running her fingers through your hair as you laid on the cool operating table.

You nodded, giving her a smile, but you could tell that your body was growing colder. They finally got a blood bag running through an IV to get you some more blood, but the pain was not subsiding. 

“Where’s Arizona?” you whispered.

Finally, Arizona appeared right at your side, “I’m right here,” 

“Remember when we were growing up and your dad called you a good man in the storm? You always lived by that,” she just nodded, not knowing where you were going with it, “Can you teach me? I’m scared I’m not strong enough. I think-I might abandon ship,” 

Lexie let out a muffled cry at your words. Arizona smiled at you with tears in her eyes. You could tell even from being face to face with death that she was trying to hold it back for you. 

You turned back to Lexie about to say something once more, “I told you, we should’ve stayed in bed,” you joked, trying to get a smile on that sad face of hers.

She let out a watery laugh, “That wasn’t funny,” 

“But you laughed,” 

“You keep fighting, okay? Keep being a good man in the storm,” the brunette whispered to you, kissing your forehead ever so softly, “I love you,” 

“I love you,” you told her, “Arizona, teach me now, please. I don’t know how much longer I can-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you blacked out. A loud beep coming from the monitor, “Karev! She’s flatlining!” Mark yelled.

Karev started compressions as Lexie and Arizona started going hysterical. Mark walked over to the two girls and pushed them away form you as gently as possible. 

“The two of you need to stay right here. Karev and I don’t need you going hysterical when we’re trying to save Y/N’s life!” 

Lexie was transported back into the conference room with Mark, Arizona, and Alex. The lawyer sitting right in front of them with Dr. Webber at her side. Lexie tried blinking away her tears at the harsh memory.

“Can I go now?” she asked, her voice cracking, and she could tell she was on the verge of a breakdown.

Dr. Webber nodded, “Yeah, you’re all free to go,” 

Lexie shot up from out of her seat and ran to the one place where she knew she’d be safe. She entered the familiar room to see you lying there, your eyes skimming through your favorite book. 

She let out a breath of relief as she entered the room to see you’re still here. Your eyes lifted from your book to see the relief, slowly overcoming the fear. You scooted over in your bed, patting the seat down next to you. 

Your brunette girlfriend didn’t hesitate to come over. She gently slid into your side, clinging her arms around you like a big cuddly koala. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before going back to reading. 

Lexie couldn’t stand the silence, it allowed for her thoughts to be too loud, “Would it be okay if you read it to me?” she whispered, “Just so I know you’re still here,” 

Your eyes softened at the beautiful girl in your arms. You pressed one more kiss to her forehead before clearing your throat, “I’m learning to deal with that, but yes, I love you. That’s not something I have to work through,” 

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 10

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: cursing

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You look directly at Bucky, “Oh baby, I was wondering if the Winter Soldier would like to play,” you say shaking the red book with the black star.

Bucky froze in fear. His heart is completely broken. You, his love, the woman he would kill for, is wanting to turn him into the monster.

Bucky and you stare at each other for a few moments, having a silent conversation. He finally breaks eye contact with you when your smirk widens. He looks down at Dot, who is trembling on the ground beside him.

“Dot, you need to stay back. I... I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you if she does this,” he says.

Dot looks up at Bucky terrified, “Why would you hurt me? What is that book Jamie?” she cries.

You open the book and turn through the pages, looking for the one you need. 

“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you? This is not part of the plan!” Nat shouts hoping to get through to you. 

“Nat. I know you wanted to help, but obvious Jamie over there picked who he wants. I need to make them both suffer for hurting me,” you say.

“This isn’t the way to go about it. You know who those words bring out. You will never forgive yourself for hurting the man you love,” Nat pleads.

You laugh, “Nat, please.”

You look back at Bucky who is holding Dot’s arms begging her to leave. “She isn’t going anywhere!” you yell.

You look down at the Russian words before and slowly start to read off the list, one by one. Each time you read a word, you look at Bucky, who stays tensely still. After a few words you look at Nat, who looks at you with furrowed brows. It makes you smirk knowing that she is starting to catch on. 

You look back over at Bucky and say the remaining words and see him straighten up, staring at you with an intensity you can feel go right through you. You look at him and cock your head to the side, and then look at Dot, who is frozen watching everything go on.

“You see Dot. Bucky boy was used and abused by these people called HYDRA. They brainwashed him and had him kill on their whim by using trigger words,” you say with a smile as you see her pale. “Now that he has been triggered, he only listens to me and will do what I say.”

Dot starts to cry and tremble, “Please. Please don’t let him hurt me,” she cries.

You coo in fake sympathy and then look at Bucky, “Soldat?” you call, and then motion for him to come and stand beside you. He walks over silently and stands by your side facing your friends. You whisper something in Bucky’s ear and then step back and he walks toward Dot.

“No one move or I will make sure you all regret it in more ways than one!” you shout to your team who stares at you and then watching Bucky walk toward a hysterical Dot.

“Jamie, please! It’s me! It’s your Dot. You love me! Baby please!” she pleads through her tears.

Bucky grabs her arm and drags her toward you before depositing her in front of you. You laugh at how pathetic she looks and squat in front of her, “Now, why don’t you tell everyone how you fucked my boyfriend. Tell them how you are nothing but a lying manipulative whore. TELL THEM HOW YOU MADE SURE I HEARD YOU FUCKING HIM!” you yelled.

Dot is sobbing harder. Steve stepped by, “Y/N that’s enough,” he said in his authoritative tone. 

You look up at your captain and stand, giving him a short nod, “You’re right Cap. It is enough. So, Dot let’s try again, and if you lie I will make my soldier here do something he will regret. So tell me... did you sleep with Bucky when he came home from that mission?” you ask calmly.

Dot is too hysterical to answer and just shakes her head no. You look up at your team and then to Bucky, who has a hard face on staring at the woman in front of him.

“How did you get sounds of Bucky moaning like that?” you ask, still calmly.

Dot takes a deep breath and looks around the room and stops at Tony before looking at you. “I-I.... I pretended to be interested in FRIDAY so Tony will show me everything,” she says. “I had FRIDAY record you and James having sex and then had him change from saying your name to my name. When I heard you coming out of your room, I had FRIDAY play it in my room so it sounded like James was in there,” she says.

Bucky takes a step forward, but you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looks at you and nods to tell you it was ok to release him, which you did. Now Bucky squatted down in front of Dot, “You just couldn’t let me be happy if it wasn’t with you,” he says angrily.

Dot looked at him in surprise, “Jamie?” she gasps.

Bucky gives a dry laugh, “You are as poisonous as you were back in the 40′s. I should have known better than to help you. You tried to ruin my relationship!” he yelled as he stood back up and wrapped him arm around your waist. “This woman loves me in spite of all the bullshit I have been through in my life. In spite of who I was and what I did. Do you honestly think you could handle being with a murderer Dot?” he asked her.

Dot now stood up and wiped her tear-stained face, “No. When you told me about you and your friends, I knew that I didn’t want you anymore, but when I saw you were famous... I...” she trailed off.

You scoff, “You spoiled bitch!” you yell.

Bucky squeezes your waist and then let’s go before stepping toward Dot, who fearfully takes a step back. Bucky glares at her for a moment before looking up at Tony, “Are we all set on everything?” he asks.

“Oh you bet. Small little apartment in her old neighborhood. Enough money to cover 1 months rent,” Tony said.

Dot looked at Bucky, “And what am I supposed to do with 1 months rent?” she asks annoyed.

“I don’t give a damn. Figure it out. Get a damn job, but let me tell you something. If you ever come near me, or my girl again, I will make you regret it. Got it Dolores?” Bucky sneered.

Dot whimpered and then turned running out of the room. Sam and Wanda offered to go make sure she leaves. Bucky turns toward you and cups your face, “Are you ok?” he asks searching your eyes.

You can’t help but laugh, “I made you pretend to go Winter Soldier Mode, and you’re asking if I’m ok?”

Bucky laughs and pulls you into a passionate kiss, which was interrupted by Nat, “You could have told me ya know,” she says feigning annoyance.

“You’re right. But your face when you were scared was pretty funny. How was my Russian?” you ask with a smirk.

Nat laughs, “Well when you were saying words like teddy bear and lollipop, I figured you 2 planned something without me,” she said.

“Sorry, I needed it to look as real as possible,” you said with a shrug.

Nat walks away with a smirk and you look at Bucky again. “So,” he says, “Are we ok?”

--

Chapter 9 / Chapter 11 (finale)

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[hibiscus-iv]

Haru Kato x afab!Reader

word count: 640

Tw: Age gap

You were so young and sweet just experiencing your early 20’s. Haru finds it hard to believe a sweet little thing like you caught eyes for someone like him, 29 -going on 30-, married to his job, a bachelor for most of his life, and relatively plain. You had run into one another when you were searching for your brother, he had the tendency to run off whenever given the opportunity yet cried hysterically when realizing he was lost after sating his curiosity to explore without his big sister.

Walking down the streets now to a nearby park is where you stumbled across your sobbing brother and a man, immediately you rushed over on high alert swiping up the toddler and putting distance between yourself and this stranger. Haru, realizing what was happening, revealed his badge stating he was a police officer and that he was just trying to help seemed to make you visibly relax. Setting your sibling down he ran over to Haru and thanked him for his help to which Haru patted his head saying he was glad he was able to do assist. You ask Haru for his number after stating that your brother did this on a near daily basis and that maybe you should get his number for next time you need help to which he flusteredly complied.

The next day you texted him asking for his help and to meet you at a downtown location. When he showed up worried about your brother you were quick to put him at ease telling Haru your brother was safe and with your parents. Deciding to clear him of his confusion you tell him, “You said to text you if I ever needed help but you never really specified it so I need help to make this a date.” Your heated cheeks and hopeful eyes never broke away from his own until he complied, these antics of yours continued as opportunities to create more dates with Haru.

He learned you were in your early 20’s, just recently moved out of your parents place, you babysit your kid brother, where you were born and raised, your ethnicity, that you’re in college, and how you always wear your heart on your sleeve. Making it vocally and openly known to Haru that you have a crush on him. He couldn’t understand it. On the many adventures you set up there had been multiple times when he’d be coming back from the restroom to see boys much younger than him and far more attractive flirt with you and you continuously turned each and everyone of them down without a second thought only to twist the knife of rejection further when your eyes light up at the sight of Haru’s return.

It made him feel like a teenager all over again to have someone as young and beautiful as you vie after his love and attention. It wasn't until Haru’s 30th birthday, while you were celebrating with him did you confront him with the knot tying question, “will you be my boyfriend?” Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck he agrees and you celebrate, absolutely elated.

“Can I ask you a question?” Haru’s voice brings you out of your mini celebration and you look over to him, “You’re so straight forward, why?”

Raising an eyebrow to his question, “Because I want to be with you Haru, if I tipped toed around what I wanted then we wouldn’t be here right now. I want to be with you so I’m gonna be as forward as I can with and for you.” His face flushed at your confession and he pulls you in for a hug. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as you giggled at his reaction, wrapping your arms around his body to bring him closer.

This work belongs to hibiscus-iv 2021

[tarosin]

did i do that...

this is for @bozowrites 2k event :]

pairing: implied tommy x reader (platonic)

warnings: swearing, violence, death, contemplation of suicide

“so what are you in here for?” dream wheezed, trying his hardest to watch you break down for his own entertainment. “piss off dream! that’s not funny, i’m sick of waking up each day and seeing you stood peering over at me, do you understand how fucking creepy that is? i’m sick of waking up to the sound of you blabbering on in the corner of the cell going ‘technoblade still owes me a favour i’ll be out soon enough.’”

dream smirked under his mask proud of his accomplishment, “do you blame yourself?”

y/ns face began to soften the corners of their mouth, they couldn’t suppress their emotions anymore, causing themself to lose it, “shut up dream! leave me alone!”

ever since y/n was forcefully dragged into the cell with dream, his favourite way to pass time was by manipulating y/n into reliving that god awful memory they had tried to shut out.

“wonder if he still loves you, i doubt it after all you did-”

“if you continue that sentence i swear to god dream i’ll carve my entire name into your fucking arm!”

laughing at their awful attempt to cover up their sadness with violence, he noticed he did it, he successfully triggered them into reliving the memory they tried so hard to lock away.

•••

“keep your eyes closed, okay?”

tommy was excited to show his best friend the newest member to their little group. michael.

“tommy what’s going on?”

Michael ran full speed crashing into an awfully confused teenager sitting on the grass, who was now rightfully scared.

“open your eyes y/nnn!”

“fucking hell- Michael what are you doing here?” y/n asked instinctively tilting their head sideways.

“you look like a fucking dog when you do that, anyways i know how much you like Michael, and i know if i was him i’d be pretty pissed off ive been kidnapped from my home, and placed in some wooden box with a giant man with memory problems and his husband”

tilting their head even more this time, a confused expression was etched onto their face.

“so you decided to fix his problem of being kidnapped by kidnapping him again to make him go to his old home...are you taunting him here?”

Michael began mirroring y/n and started tilting his head towards tommy, causing y/n to break into hysterics.

“oh god michael i love you!”

“come on already let’s go to the nether, michael over here has a family to go see”

Tommy grabbed y/ns hand, michael clung onto their leg.

“hunny, i can’t walk with you like that..no don’t get upset...i’ll pick you up please stop crying. tommy let go of my hand for just one minute.”

“....no.”

Michael giggled as y/n picked him up with their free arm.

tommy looked over at the pair, focusing on y/n's face, whilst they laughed at michael resting his head on their chest. nothing could ruin this moment, he wouldn’t let it.

“think he loves you y/n? not as much as i do of course, i’ll love you forever.”

“i adore the pair of you, now let’s go to the nether, tubbo and ranboo won’t want him out long.”

once the three of them stepped out of the portal, tommy looked at y/n, “about that...they have no idea i've taken him.”

“please tell me you’re not serious... i was joking about you kidnapping him, we should take him back.”

tommy convinced them to stay for a while longer and everything was going well. tommy had never been happier, y/n finally calmed down about tommy kidnapping Michael, and Michael was just happy to be with his friends. that was until things took a turn, as

michael noticed something shiny across the bridge, and jumped from y/ns grasp.

“MICHAEL...where the fuck did he just go?”

“uh i think he went that way.. or that way.. hopefully not that way!”

y/n went into protective mode, whilst tommy began to panic.

“tommy you go left, i’ll go straight forward. we’re just going to have to hope he didn’t turn right, everything will be fine!”

y/n had already set off determined to find michael, who was like a little brother to them, when tommy yelled out to them.

“Y/N NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!”

“i love you too!”

hours had past, y/n and tommy were still alone, but equally lost and exhausted. that’s when y/n found him walking into a crowd of skeletons.

“MICHAEL!”

being shot at by skeletons whilst exhausted, the thought of michael being surrounded by the skeletons slipped out their mind, as they aimlessly shot back at the skeletons. that’s when it happened...

y/n had shot michael, and tommy saw the entire thing.

“MICHAEL!” tommy screamed out, his voice breaking mid sentence.

“y/n you.. you monster!”

“was that.. was that me?”

they began stepping closer to Michaels lifeless body.

“no.. that’s not me”

“YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!”

“ITS NOT ME!”

“he fucking loved you y/n and you... you fucking shot him.. he’s dead and it’s entirely your fault.. you did it on purpose!” tommy screamed in agony.

“I DIDN'T SHOOT HIM ON PURPOSE TOMMY..why do i.. why do i have to be a part of this?!”

“y/n l/n i watched you do it. how am i supposed to tell tubbo and ranboo you shot their child? i can’t even look at you right now. don’t ever talk to me again and don’t you even think about showing up to his funeral!”

“tommy please don’t leave..you said you’d love me forever!”

“that’s because I thought you were a dream come true but look at what you’ve fucking done!” tommy sobbed as he walked away, holding on to Michaels lifeless body, taking him back home so that tubbo and ranboo could say goodbye to their son one last time.

“i’m going to throw up..”

y/n sat, feet dangling over the edge. Michael was dead, it was entirely their fault, and tommy thought they had done it on purpose. now tommy hates them.

they thought about taking the easy way out, rather than having to face tommy, tubbo, and ranboo. hell they didn’t want to see anyone back home. the only reason they chose not to was due to the fact they wanted to go to the funeral and apologise to Michael for not protecting them. they went back home as quickly and quietly as they could, avoiding everyone and anyone.

days passed and they overheard the funeral was today. they got ready for the first time since the accident, and made their way only to be met by a heartbroken tubbo, a furious ranboo, a traumatised tommy, and sam who was clearly hiding his disappointment and anger. it was silent until ranboo decided to speak up, “why are you still here y/n? i thought it would be obvious the only time anyone wants to see you again is at your funeral. sam please take them away before i do something i’ll regret.”

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Obikin Crisis AU Part Four

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Star Wars AU #18

Obi-Wan made his way to the public training sallies, nodding in polite acknowledgment at the curious stares and double takes he garnered. At this point rumors of their appearance in this timeline had spread throughout at the temple. And while Anakin’s differences from ‘Ani’ were more stark at first glance, Obi-Wan clearly carried himself differently enough from ‘Obi’ that the contrast was obvious to anyone looking for it.

Anakin had waved him to go on ahead, promising to catch up, as he studied the news of all things.

He walked in to find his and Anakin’s ‘counterparts’ locked in a fierce duel. Which was what he was expecting to find, it was why he was there; he had been looking forward to comparing their dueling forms. 

But. 

Something about this just instantly put him on edge. Was it simply the strangeness of seeing himself duel from this angle? No, he had watched holo-recordings of himself before for training- there was... something else off putting about this.

Was, was Anakin showing off? It looked, well, different from how he typically showed off, less unnecessary flips and more...flexibility? Yes, that smirk accompanying the full-body split was definitely smug, but it was also decidedly different from any cocky look his Anakin had directed at him before. It was...weird. And made Obi-Wan a little uncomfortable.

And himself! At first he was mostly focused on the favoring of Ataru over Soresu- it was fascinating, but not entirely surprising. He had switched to the more defensive form in response to his failure to save Qui-Gon and his need to watch over a young padawan. It wasn’t shocking that without that impetus, this version of himself would instead continue to refine his mastery of form IV. He was briefly intrigued at the thought of pitting his form iii against his alternate in combat but was quickly distracted by other- irregularities in the form.

Brief puzzlement fell into recognition which dropped immediately into horror. This- he had to be mistaken. There was no way...

Oh sweet force, that was his most flirtatious fighting stance. And not casually flirtatious, either. That was- oh fuck he did the unnecessary-lightsaber-hold-readjustment with hair flick. He was watching himself do the LIGHTSABER HOLD READJUSTMENT HAIR FLICK COMBO at his padawan. With smile. Not the ‘Charming Negotiator’ smile, but the wouldn’t-you-rather-stop-fighting-and-do-something-more-interesting smirk. Oh gods, now he was doing the full body undressing-with-eyes-up-and-down-lookover. At his PADAWAN.

Fortunately he wasn’t quite close enough to hear what they were saying but judging by Ani’s flushed response it was definitely sexual.

He let out a strangled panicking noise and looked around wildly, expecting someone, anyone to intervene. But if any of the other casual combatants in the room were watching they were either oblivious to the depravity before them, or inured to it. He honestly didn’t know which would be worse. 

He began slowly backing up, unable to look away from the train wreck in front of him. This was- this was worse than that time Qui-Gon got drugged and started rhapsodizing about Master Tahl’s poise, and he hadn’t been able to make eye-contact with either of them for weeks after that! He stumbled out of the room and fell back against a wall, clutching his chest.

Before he could even regain his bearings, Anakin walked up. 

“Are you alright, Master?” He asked somewhat concerned.

Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut, unable to even look at the innocent boy he had raised and apparently, in this universe, defiled.

“Oh yes, yes, I’m fine, perfectly fine,” Obi-Wan lied. “I was just- thinking about some of the, um, metaphysical implications of travel between universes. Anyway, why don’t we- why don’t we leave the temple for today? See if Dex’s is any better in this universe, what do you say?” 

He forced himself to open his eyes, resolutely staring past Anakin’s shoulder and trying to pretend as though his fundamental understanding of himself as a moral being hadn’t been shaken to the core.

“Um, as great as that sounds, Obi-Wan, we’re not really supposed to leave the temple for casual reasons? And we came to the dueling rings to compare our fighting styles with our selves, remember?” Anakin replied slowly. “Come on, I really want to spar ‘Knight Kenobi.’”

Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s arm, then let go quickly, pulling back as if burnt. “Absolutely Not!” he said in an overly high pitched voice.

“What?” Anakin said grinning. “Is this you really embarrassingly bad at fighting? I knew my prodigy lightsaber skills had rubbed off on you over the years.”

Obi-Wan winced. “Yes, yes that’s it exactly, I’m- I’m absolutely the worst in the reality, no need to go in there. Lets just, ignore Mace and go out in the city, come on now.”

Obi-Wan flapped his arms wildly at the man, unwilling to make unnecessary body contact after being forced to bear witness to...unnecessary body contact. 

Anakin squinted suspiciously. “Ok, I don’t know what exactly you’re so desperate for me not to see, but you do get that I definitely have to see it now.”

Anakin started to stride forward and Obi-Wan threw himself wildly in the way, shoving Anakin back. “Anakin! Don’t ask me to explain why, but please, for the love of the force, do not go in there.” 

Anakin got a gleam in his eye and Obi-Wan’s heart sank, realizing there was more or less nothing he could say at this point that would turn the man back now. 

“Anakin, don’t-” But it was too late, he had already leapt over Obi-Wan’s head and was now darting inside.

Obi-Wan ran after him, feeling ill. 

Anakin managed to make it halfway across the room before skidding to a halt and letting out a strangled squeak. Knowing he was going to regret it, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but follow his gaze. He gasped. Almost incredibly, the combat had gotten even worse in the minutes he had been out of the room. Both of them had inexplicably lost their sabers, and Obi had Ani pinned to the mat face down, arms trapped over ahead.

They were pressed together and panting.

Anakin  turned to his Master, looking frightened. “Obi-Wan, what-” he let out, slightly too loud.

Obi-Wan just threw his robe over his former padawan’s head in response and began dragging him away. “I told you not to look” he whisper-shouted.

At this point, their dramatics had gathered the attention of everyone in the room. Their alternate selves had jumped out and were watching them bewildered. 

“What is-” Obi tried to ask, but Obi-Wan cut him off, hysterical. “You just- you stay away from us!” he shouted. The dopplegangers exchanged a confused glance.

“Obi- uh, Obi-Wan, seriously, what-” the poor harassed twin of his young apprentice tried to ask, but they were already nearly out the door.

“I’M SORRY!” Obi-Wan shouted back. “I’M SO SORRY!”

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I Hate You

Part 1: You’re not just my Friend

#2: I hate you from @zambie-trashart Prompt List

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Dick wasn’t sure what was going on, but it probably wasn’t good. After Tim and Damian came back from the Kent’s Damian has been in a worse mood than usual and Tim had a grin that reminded him of the Cheshire cat. That could not be good. Surprise is putting it mildly when Tim finally spoke about it the next morning.

“Did you know Jon has a cousin from Paris?” Tim asked and his grin was plastered on his face and it was starting to become unsettling. Hearing this Damian started to scowl harder into his plate, how is that possible.

“No. Why? ” Dick was almost to scared to ask, and he really should not have asked.

“Well apparently they always try to fool and prank Connor and well the two ‘twins’ got me and the Demon Spawn over there”

“What do you mean with ‘twins’ and ‘got you two’” it was Jason who spoke up this time.

“The two of them swapped places and I thought Jon’s cousin was him and he her” Damian practically growled.

Jason burst out laughing “Your serious two kids fooled the Demon Spawn and the genius!" Jason all but fell out of his seat from laughing. "Oh that is absolute gold”

Dick couldn’t help but smile and agree with the second eldest.

———

That was when Bruce entered the dining room.

"Do I want to know" he asked with a tired sigh sitting down. Damian was seated glaring at Jason, who was laughed hysterically, Tim wore a cheshire grin but his face had an embarrassed blush, while Dick seemed the most composed you can tell he is close to laughing as well.

"So you know how Tim and Damian went over to the Kent's yesterday" Dick began.

"Yes what of it" Bruce replied.

"Apparently Jon has a cousin who looks and acts like him"

"I still don’t get why this is relevant Dick"

"So these two thought Jon was his cousin and that she was him" This time Jason did fall out of his seat.

"Why don't we invite them over" Bruce grinned this is something I want to see.

———

Dick and Jason could not take it. Both of them were literal rays of sunshine. They tended to answer questions for themselves and one another. Making it hard to figure out who was who.

One of them was in a light grey jacket with a blush shirt, light washed jeans and white sneakers. The other was in a red shirt with a black and white open flannel shirt over it, blue jeans and red sneakers. Both of them were wearing a baseball cap to hide the length of their hair.

Because both sides were a part at this game kept everyone on their toes.

They tried to swap their phones but didn't work. She and Jon set them identically however they pointed toaster that there was a minute difference in the screen saver.

After two hours Damian seemed to be done. So everyone placed their or votes on who was Jon.

The four siblings all pointed at her thinking she was her cousin.

"Nope" she smiled. The three older boys began to laugh while Damian was beginning to fume.

"If you guys thought we were tricking you with our clothes you were wrong" Jon explained.

"You two figured it out huh" Mari looked to Bruce and Alfred.

"It was slight but Miss Marinette is more graceful, dance perhaps?" Alfred responded but also asked.

"Ballet" she smiled.

"Also it is hardly noticeable but Jon's eyes are a bit more electric where Marinette's are more bluebell." Bruce stated.

"Looks, like four people can now tell as apart Mars" Jon smiled.

Damian huffed and stalked back into the manor.

She was going to go after him when she was held back.

"He's just mad you two got him again" Jason spoke between laughs.

"Give him time" Dick reassured, she nodded her head.

———

About half an hour later Alfred said Lunch would be soon, and since Damian was still gone, she went to look for him.

She found him in a gym going through forms with a sword.

"Lunch will be soon" he stopped and watched her.

"Why act like Kent?"

"Huh."

"Why act and attempt to be someone else?"

"I'm not trying to be anyone. Jon is my cousin and we are alike. If we like to play pranks together it doesn't mean we are trying to be another person."

"Tt. How am I supposed to believe you. If you are Kent's cousin, I hardly know you. If you are Kent, then you are deceiving me. So why should I trust what you say?"

"Do or don't but I'm not lying."

"Tt. We'll see." faster than Mari could process Damian charged at her sword still in hand. Her legs wouldn't move but she still had enough sense to guard her head with her arms. Unfortunately the tip of the sword still got her. A cold sting ran about a centimeter above her left eyebrow, cut through it to almost four centimeters past her eye. Then she felt a burning sensation the longer the wound is exposed to air.

"Tt. so you are Kent's cousin"

"If by that you mean not Kryptonian yeah" she turned on her heel and walked out looking for a bathroom. Her breathing coming in shaky gasps. She had taken off her jacket and was using it to stop the blood while applying pressure.

———

She isn’t kryptonian, but she didn’t run. Why didn’t she try to leave not just attempt to block.

Damian went to the dining room for lunch. Kent’s cousin wasn’t there but everyone else was. He simply sat down and began to eat.

“Hey Damian do you know where Mars is?”

“Tt. Why would I know where she is?”

———

That was when Marinette walked into the dining room. Her jacket was folded and she was holding it and her hair was now parted to the right and not the left as it was earlier.

“What happened?” Jon’s voice was steely the opposite of his usual cheeriness.

“Please drop it” Marinette spoke steadily, but her eyes were pleading with her cousin.

“You never told us that your cousin was human” Damian spoke almost bored still eating.

“Because it wasn’t relevant” Mari bit out. Now all attention was on her and in a house full of detectives she was not going to get out of this.

Jon flew over to her and was examining her. That was when he noticed the cut on her brow. “Mari”

“It’s not as bad as you think” but he didn’t listen he grabbed the jacket she had set down and unfolded it. That was when the entire family saw the blood stains on the light grey fabric.

“Miss Marinette, may I” Alfred now came up to her and began to check her as well. “It needs to be closed. Unfortunately it will scar.”

“Now we will be able to tell them apart” Damian deemed it appropriate to speak.

“I hate you.” Mari glared at the green eyed boy “I hope your proud of yourself.”

“Tt. I don’t see the problem.”

“Of course you don’t”

“Damian care to explain.” Bruce demanded.

“It seems self explanatory”

“He attacked me”

“You attacked Pixie” Jason seemed to take offense on her behalf.

“Why aren’t you more upset or in pain that looks bad” Dick went into mother hen mode.

“Because there is no use dwelling on it. And thinking about it makes it hurt more”

“Still Mars it’s bad, you really shouldn’t need to hide this” Jon was starting to become overprotective.

“I’m a klutz I’ve had worse. Besides I’m just tired at this point.”

“But” Jon was going to argue further but she didn’t want to hear it.

“Hey look at it this was Conner will finally be able to tell us apart.” Jon pursed his lips and so did everyone else in the room. Mari gave a smile as to lighten the mood but was unsure if she succeeded. Well there is no point in dwelling on it now.

Next

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"....So I Married A Monster" *Part 9*

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

[I imagine this is him being a 'dad', lol]

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“Ma’am, you really need to calm down--” A nurse pulled you back into the bed while you continued to scream and cry.

“No, I need to know where they’re taking that man!” You screamed as you wriggled from her grasp.

“Most likely to surgery, ma’am,” The doctor explained. “He did just get a GSW to the chest--”

“Oh God,” You wanted to vomit. “But the-- the man who just left, he--” You suddenly had an epiphany of where Billy was headed.

“You have to get officers to 5237 Lakeview Shore Drive,” You said in a panicked voice. “He’s going to grab my children,”

“Aren’t they his children as well, ma’am?” The nurse gave you a look.

“He has NO right to them!” You gave her an exasperated look. “And seriously? You think a man who just murdered two--” No, you couldn’t think that way. Rafael was still alive, he had to be.

“Shot, two men,” You corrected yourself. “Deserves children?!”

“No, ma’am,” She shook her head. “Sorry, ma’am. He was just so kind and charming the last time he was--”

“Jesus Christ, are you really that starved for affection that a psychopath flirting with you is the highlight of your career, idiot?” You sneered at the girl who couldn’t have been more than 19. Just a candy striper-- of course Billy would go for her.

“Alright, Addie-- out,” The doctor pointed towards the door. “Make yourself useful and call 911,”

“But there’s already--”

“OUT,” The doctor barked once more. Addie rolled her eyes and stomped out of the room.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” He apologized, patting your shoulder. “You need to stay calm, we’ve stopped your bleeding and stitched you up, but if you become hysterical you could rip them out,”

“I just watched my ex-husband shoot the love of my life and then storm out of here to go kidnap my children, and you expect me not to get hysterical?”

“At least try, ma’am--” He pleaded with you.

“If you call me ma’am one more time I swear to God--” You growled.

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/N,” He corrected himself.

“Doctor you’ve just sewn up my literal anus, I think we’re on a first name basis,” You rolled your eyes.

“Right,” He chuckled nervously. “Listen if you promise to at least attempt to stay calm, I will go check on your boyfriend, alright?”

“Fine,” You sighed.

“Alright then,” The doctor gestured to two male nurses. sending them to find out information on Rafael.

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Rafael was indeed being rushed into an operating room, his chest bleeding profusely. It had missed his aorta, but just barely. One wrong movement by a scalpel and he’d die right on that table.

“...He’s lost a lot of blood already, doctor,” One nurse warned.

“Put him on bypass, I need more time to cauterize this wound!” The doctor barked as he sweat through his surgical scrubs.

“Yes sir,” The nurse nodded to someone who brought forward a machine and began hooking it up to Rafael.

“Alright people, we don’t have a lot of time,” He looked around the room.

"Pray for a miracle,"

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At Your House

Lewis rushed into your house, trying to think of what to do. He’d need to get the girls and run-- it wouldn’t be easy. He’d need a good excuse. God, what would be a good excuse?

Lewis first went to Maggie’s room, gently waking her up.

“Mags? Maggie, wake up baby,” He cooed.

“What’s wrong dad?” Maggie asked while still half asleep.

“We-- we need to go,” He told her.

“Right now?” She turned her head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yes, right now baby,” He began to grab her things and shoving them into her backpack. “Mommy’s in trouble,”

“In trouble?!” Maggie suddenly shot straight up in her bed.

“It’s fine, I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Lewis tried to keep her calm. “I just don’t want that bad man to get ahold of you and Kylie,”

“He has her?!” Maggie suddenly had panic in her voice.

“Maggie calm down, okay sweetie?” Lewis put his hands on her face. “We can’t let Kylie know, okay? So we’re going to tell her…”

“We’re going to the beach!” Maggie suddenly finished his thought. She was a great liar, quick on her feet. Just a chip off the ol’ Lewis block.

“Great idea baby!” He nodded while she pulled a jacket over her pj’s.

“And-- And we can go to the beach house, the one we used to go to?” She made that adorable little puppy dog face he couldn’t resist. He didn’t exactly “own” that beach house, but whatever his baby wanted, she got.

“Yes, yes of course Mags. Whatever you want sweetie,” He kissed the top of her head before they went into Kylie’s room.

“Kylie, wake up,” Maggie shook her awake while Billy began packing her a bag.

“Where are we going?” Kylie asked sleepily.

“We’re going to the beach baby,” Billy told her as he finished with her suitcase.

“In the middle of the night?” Kylie rubbed her eyes while Maggie helped her put some clothes on.

“Well, we want to be there as fast as we can!” Maggie continued to spin her web of lies, just like her daddy.

“Where’s mommy?” Kylie rubbed her eyes while Billy slipped her shoes on and they headed to the car.

“She’s uh…” He looked at Maggie.

“She’s still a little sick, so she’s going to meet us there later,” Maggie told her while giving her dad a thumbs up. He could cry in pride right now if he wasn’t worried about the cops finding them before he could escape.

“Okay,” Kylie just went along with the story, no questions asked.

Billy went to your key ring and grabbed your keys to your SUV, shooing the girls out into the car. He did a quick look around to make sure he had everything. Well, he had everything that mattered. His girls.

He glared around the room for a moment, pissed off that you had taken away your chances at happiness in this place. It would have been a great life; just him, you and the girls. No cops, no dumbass ADA, just you and him.

Well, soon enough it would be. He was sure Barba was dying right now, if not already dead. Then once he was out of the picture, you’d have no choice but to come back to him. He had the girls. He had your car. He had your happiness.

And soon, he would have you.

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At The Hospital

The nurses had been forced to knock you out with some morphine when you began to get hysterical over not knowing what was going on with Rafael and your girls. So here you were, waking up groggy and disoriented in a regular hospital room. Soon enough you were alert and back on the anxiety train. You pushed on the CALL NURSE button rapidly until an older woman in green scrubs came rushing in.

“Y’Know that button is for actual emergencies,” She crossed her arms once she noticed you were fine.

“This IS an emergency,” You crossed your arms right back at her. “I asked to hear about my family, and all you people did was knock me out. That has to break some sort of law,”

“Really and what law would that be?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I...don’t know, but I’m sure my boyfriend could find one,” You huffed.

“Highly unlikely ma’am,” She shook her head.

“Why?” Your eyes went wide. “Why wouldn’t he? Is it because he’s dead? Brain dead? Paralyzed and unable to speak?!”

“No honey,” She rolled her eyes at your dramatics. “It’s just an insane notion,”

“...Whatever,” You muttered while she checked your IV’s and stats. “So are you going to tell me how he is? Or are you just here to shoot me up with more morphine?”

“Well, that depends,” She said while inputting your information in her iPad. “Can you keep calm, make sure you don’t rupture any of your stitches?”

“....Not with that tone I can’t,” You didn’t like it one bit. “But I think I deserve to know what’s being done about my children at the very least,”

“Well…” The nurse looked at the door nervously. “See, sweetie here’s the thing--” She walked over and made sure the door was fully closed.

“Oh God,” Your voice trembled.

“It seems your ex-husband has...taken them” She grimaced.

“Oh god,” You repeated. “Oh GOD,” You were going to be sick.

The heart monitor and machines began to beep as your blood pressure skyrocketed, bells and whistles went off as you started to have a panic attack. The nurse instantly started turning all of them off, not wanting to alert anyone of what she had done by telling you.

“Okay okay but LOOK, honey--” She grabbed you by your shoulders, forcing you to take a breath and look at her.

“....If I bring you someone, will you promise to calm down?” She asked.

You weren’t entirely sure you could make that promise, but if it was Rafael she was going to bring you, you’d say anything she wanted to hear.

“Yes,” You nodded vigorously. The nurse nodded back and walked to the side of your bed that had a curtain separating you and another patient. When she pulled it back, you saw Rafael laying in a hospital bed hooked up to wires and tubes, a breathing apparatus on his face. She pushed the bed over so that it was touching yours, almost like it was one big king bed for the two of you.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, barely able to hold it together. “Can I--?”

“Be gentle,” She warned you. You nodded softly before very cautiously stroking the side of his face, whispering to him.

“Baby, I’m here…” You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m here and I’m okay, so you have to be okay, okay?”

“How bad is it?” You looked up to the nurse.

“Well he made it through surgery,” She gestured to his still living body. “That’s always a good sign,”

“Give it to me straight...Marla,” You read her name tag.

“It was touch and go for a while, I won’t lie to you,” She sighed. “But...he’s been stable long enough I convinced them to let me bring him here to you,”

“....Thank you,” You gave her a small smile.

“If it were my Jonas in that bed, I’d never want him out of my sight either,” She smiled at you.

“Nurse Nightingale,” A doctor popped his head in. “Your husband is on line 1,”

“Speak of the devil,” She chuckled, heading towards the door. “I’ll be back to check on you later, I’ll-- see what I can find out about your children,”

“God…” You shook your head and muttered under your breath again.

“I’m sure they’re fine honey. They’re with their daddy at least, right?”

“True,” You nodded with another small relieved smile. If there was one thing you could bet money on, it was that Billy would take care of the girls. He was using them as collateral for sure, but he wouldn’t hurt them.

Would he?

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Meanwhile

Hours and hours had passed. Billy had made it to the Hamptons with the girls. Luckily for him the people he was ‘borrowing’ the house from still hadn’t made an appearance. Given that it was the beginning of fall and the season was over, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have to kill anyone to keep them staying there a secret.

The girls were in the living room watching Moana while Billy scrolled through his phone at the latest news blurbs and trending things on Twitter. Obviously “William Lewis” was out in the open again-- shit. People would be looking for him now. But nobody knew where they were-- they’d never find them. Right? He couldn’t go back to prison, not after the hell he went through to get out. He would never go back again, no matter what. Nothing was going to stand in his way, or slow him down. He intently watched Maggie and Kylie-- they were laughing and eating cereal. Maggie could hold her own for sure, but Kylie was just a tot. Could she handle being shuffled around the state? The country?

He seriously began to ponder if the girls were slowing him down.