#now can u stop agonizing over situations that didn’t happen or do you just enjoy torturing ur self

[luneariann]

BOOOOO TOMATO TOMATO

[dongofthewolf]

Omg I’m sorry for not realizing u had a list 😅 but I wasn’t wondering if u could do 41 with Abby and could u make it like rlly angsty but with some fluff or smut at the end

Everything Good in Life Seems to Lead Back to You

Abby Anderson X Reader

Prompt: 41. Overhearing they have feelings for you

Warnings: blood and injury, canon typical violence, swearing, fluff, angst (I tried anon I tried), Owen slander once again (sorry not sorry)

Gender neutral pronoun for the reader (if you’d like your request to use specific pronouns please add to the ask)

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: it’s safe to say that I wrote this with the speed of a thousand blazing horses if that even makes any sense. I hope that you all enjoy this lovely word vomit (esp if you requested) it was a blast to write !!

btw the Virginia Woolf reference is from her letters to Vita Sackville and the Jane Austen one is from Pride and Prejudice. What can I say? I guess I’m just a hoe for old love, baby.

Abby spent a lot of time reading; so much so that she had created this false expectation of what love was supposed to feel like. Abby believed that love was supposed to be strong, and passionate, and bright—an everlasting devotion. Of course she shrugged it off at first, they were just books after all—pieces of fiction to fantasize and dream about. Love wasn’t something you could define in a book nor could it ever live up to the likes of Shakespeare or Virginia Woolf.

Abby had never been in love; she sometimes believes she came close to some iteration of it when she was with Owen, but looking back now she realized that what she felt wasn’t love. It was a desperate attempt to be wanted—to be needed, a manifestation of her desire for approval. And after her falling out with him, Abby had come to accept that she simply wasn’t made for love, and that if by some miracle she ever did fall, it definitely wouldn’t be like the books.

That was Abby’s initial perspective on love, but oh how times have changed. The moment you waltzed into her life, every sad, pathetic notion she had about love was thrown out the window in a matter of seconds. Never in her most outrageous dreams did Abby expect to fall this hard, especially since the two of you were practically best friends.

In fact, it had been very platonic at first; Abby was your superior and you often worked together on missions. She didn’t know what compelled her to talk to you but when she did, the two of you hit it off immediately. You started training together, then working out together, and eventually you were spending almost every minute together. The two of you could literally correctly predict every thought that went through each other's head, all except of course (in Abby’s case) for one. It even got to the point where you both somehow knew when the other couldn’t sleep, so much so that Abby had grown accustomed to opening her door to see you holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies like a little kid on Christmas. She had spent so many sleepless nights alone only to realize that the one thing she was missing, was you and your adorable midnight snacks.

Abby never entertained the thought of professing her slightly less than platonic feelings for you, because she had become content with the idea that you’d simply never feel the same. However, while she had come to accept her unfortunate situation to be a permanent one, it still hurt her when she saw you flirt with other people. And she’d be lying if she said your absentminded touches didn’t still send her soaring. Sometimes she hated how naturally affectionate you were, it made it so hard for her to not love you.

The box that Abby had continually shoved herself into so she wouldn’t fuck up your friendship was almost starting to feel like home, and as uncomfortable as it was, she knew it was for the best. Almost nothing could compel Abby to leave this torturous, self-inflicted prison she was trapped in. Almost nothing.

—

The mission was supposed to be a simple one: get in, get the weapons, get out. A mission so simple, the both of you could’ve done it in your sleep. In fact, on a few occasions after a long night of drinking, you had practically done just that. You met up with the group of traders who you were well acquainted with, and the deal went down smoothly. Everything was going according to plan, which is why you and Abby were completely caught off guard when a group of rogue hunters suddenly began firing shots like it was a fucking carnival.

Turns out there was a new rival group in town, and someone had tipped them off. You and Abby luckily were able to find cover from their relentless fire, but not before you got a bullet straight through your left thigh. You didn’t even realize it at first, the adrenaline coursing through your veins still working to protect you from the devastating pain that was to come. When you did notice it, you had already lost copious amounts of blood. Then the dizziness began to set in, and soon after the pain. Abby hadn’t even realized you were injured till you slumped over on the ground next to her.

Looking down in horror, Abby lifted you into her arms. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Why are y-” Then Abby noticed the blood, and suddenly she was panicking. “Oh shit. Oh fuck, Y/N we have to get you out of here.”

“T-the package, we need the package. Can’t leave without it.” Your response was weak, desperate. You had to finish the mission, the WLF was in dire need of these supplies and you were not going to be the one to tell Isaac you failed.

“Fuck the package, we need to get you back to base.” Abby removed her belt, turnoqueting your leg with such surprising ease that you nearly didn’t notice the agonizing pain in your leg. Nearly.

You groaned when Abby hoisted you into her arms bridal style, careful not to move your leg too much before she booked it to the truck. When she plopped you down into the passenger's seat and began to speed away from the scene, you suddenly felt your eyes becoming heavier. You were so tired. You had lost so much blood already and your body felt like it was shutting down.

Abby was frantically racing towards the base, eyes fixed to the road until she heard you let out a small whine. “Abby, I‘m so tired. Need to sleep.”

Abby noticed you drifting off and she reached her arm out to shake your shoulder violently. “No. No sleeping, you gotta stay awake Y/N.”

Though Abby didn’t mention it, she was terrified. When she looked over at you, you were pale and cold to the touch, drifting off while your leg continued to bleed profusely despite her tourniquet. This could be it; you could die right now, and Abby would have lost the one person in this world she cared about most. She couldn’t let that happen, she wouldn’t.

You were equally as terrified as Abby; every natural instinct in your body was begging for you to sleep and you were becoming tired of trying to ignore it. The last thing you remembered was the look on the face of the girl you had fallen for, her eyes brimming with tears while she wore a desperate, horrified expression.

—

You laid unconscious for what felt like an eternity and Abby never left your side. She had abandoned her duties (with Isaac’s permission) and spent every second next to you, her head resting on the edge of your bed while she waited for you to wake up. The only thing that prompted Abby to step away was Manny, who had heard what happened and went to check on her.

Manny knew full and well that Abby was in love with you; in fact, almost all of Abby’s friends knew. Abby had confided in him during many torturous nights and he was a surprisingly good listener. He understood her circumstances and never pushed her to confess her feelings for you, even if it did annoy him how oblivious Abby was to the fact that you obviously felt the same way. “Abby, I heard what happened. Is everything okay?”

Abby was exhausted, she hadn’t slept at all since you made it back to the base and she couldn’t get the memory of your cold, pale body out of her head. “I almost lost them, Manny. Y/N could’ve died out there without ever knowing how I feel about them.” Tears threatened to fall but Abby did her best to keep her composure.

“It’s going to be okay, Abby. Y/N’s here and they’re alive, and that’s all that matters.” Manny’s hand was on Abby’s shoulder, trying his best to comfort her. “You should tell them how you feel though.”

“Huh?” Abby hadn’t expected that. Manny knew her situation well enough to know that telling you how she felt was a bad idea… It was a bad idea, right?

“It’s like you said, Y/N could’ve died without ever knowing how you feel about them. Wouldn’t it be better to have no regrets at all?” The words stopped Abby in her tracks. She never thought she’d actually agree with Manny.

“It’s just- I love Y/N so much, and I don’t want to lose them this way.” Abby was on the brink of tears, her voice turning into a desperate plea.

“I’m not going anywhere Abs.”

Abby froze, turning around slowly. You were gripping to the doorway for support, limping on one leg and looking extremely weathered.

“Y/N!” Abby immediately ran to put your arm around her shoulder while she carried you back to your bed, setting you down carefully. “You shouldn't be on your leg, you could make it worse.”

There was genuine concern on Abby’s face and in that moment you weren’t sure you could love her any more than you already did. She was so incredibly sweet and caring and no one had ever shown this much concern for your safety and well-being. You had heard her through the door and you couldn’t stop yourself from interrupting her. There was so much about Abby you absolutely adored and she had no idea. How could she not have known you were hopelessly in love with her? Was she truly that oblivious to your obvious flirting? All the subtle touches, the pathetic excuses to sleep in her bed, the fact you literally went out of your way to find rare coins so you could bring them back to her, it all just flew over her head. You couldn’t believe it.

Abby was still rambling about your leg, clearly trying to pretend like she didn’t just profess her love for you while you were standing right behind her. Instead of speaking, you wrapped your hands around her neck before leaning in, silencing her with a kiss so perfect you could’ve passed out right there. You could tell she was stunned at first, but soon enough she was kissing you back. Her fingers were running through your hair and when you pulled away she leaned her forehead against yours, not wanting to part from you.

“Did you mean it?” You pulled away to look Abby in the eyes, your hands still wrapped around her shoulders.

Abby had a dumbstruck look on her face. “Mean what?”

“When you said you loved me, did you mean it?” Your eyes searched her face for an answer while your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

Abby smiled, her eyebrows furrowed as she spoke. “Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I’m so hopelessly in love with you that it’s almost pathetic. You have no idea how essential to me you have become—how many nights I’ve stayed awake because you weren’t there to hog all the blankets. Y/N, you have no idea how ardently I love you.”

You smirked “Abigail Anderson did you just quote Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen?” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, Abby could be such a nerd sometimes.

“I just confessed my ever-lasting love for you and that’s the first thing you say?” Abby was smiling widely now, relief flowing through her now that she no longer had to conceal her feelings for you.

“I love you too Abs, so fucking much. Also I do not hog the blankets, your comforter is simply too small.” Abby chuckled before she leaned in for another kiss, the worry suddenly disappearing the moment her lips touched yours.

Although Abby had never really known what she expected love to be, this is what she imagines it’d feel like, and you bet your ass it was better than the books. To tell the truth, it was better than any other conceivable thing on this entire planet. Nothing could beat the way Abby felt now that she had finally broken free from her excruciating self-inflicted prison.

Abby pulled away from the kiss, gazing at you lovingly. “Are you hungry?”

God damn Abby, it was like she knew exactly what you were thinking. You didn’t know how long you had been unconscious for, but you were ravenous. “Starving.”

And almost as if you were telepathically communicating, the both of you spoke at the exact same time.

“Cookies?”

“Cookies.”

[sugako]

after class

ta!suga x f!reader cw: 18+ mdni, college au, alcohol consumption mention (not during the main plot), dubcon (bc of power imbalance & suga coming on VERY strong), oral (giving), facefucking, public sex (no one sees), teasing (receiving), blink once & u miss it degradation, fingering (receiving), quickie/rough sex, unprotected sex wc: 2.5k+ a/n: here is my wee lit ta suga brainrot ,, boy do i hate academia but wow do i like writing shit in a college setting

It was just a literature class, an enjoyable one at that. Yet, every time you walked through the door, the dull thump of your heart sped up. Hovering nearby, he was almost always there, not that you really minded. Maybe your mind was clouded with romantic thoughts because of the room - it was in the oldest part of campus and it showed with the cozy wooden walls and a stained chalkboard at the front of the room.

The nostalgia encouraged by the soft, warm light that streamed through the windows only made your longing more intense. He looked like you imagined a tricky mythical being to look, all sweet and inviting on the outside while fierce and feral inwardly. About a week into class he revealed his true self when reviewing - or rather tearing into - everyone's essays.

You noticed his eyes first. They way they lingered on you when he stepped in to lecture, flitted around your face and down your body, lit up when he went on a tangent about a theme he particularly enjoyed. Even though your mind sometimes wandered, everything was still outwardly appropriate. You called him by his last name like he asked, he called on you appropriately, answered your emails and graded your papers just like anyone else's.

One mistake-filled Friday night you made the mistake of following your friends to the nearest bar, and there he was. Face flushed with happy tears in his eyes he stood up at the bar with some of his friends. When his eyes fell on you the gears slowly turning in his head were visible.

He rushed over, chest pressed tightly against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you and ushered you up the counter.

“So good to see you!” He whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You knew it was wrong, you tried so hard to tell yourself it was wrong, but he wasn’t much older than you and you weren’t in class now so what difference did it make, you reasoned. Besides, he was drunk and you had a drink in you already and he smelled so nice… “...too, but don’t tell anyone.”

“Huh?” You barely heard him over the roar of the crowd around you and the music vibrating off the walls.

“Heh, nothing,” he shrugged, “I’m gonna buy you a shot, you deserve it after that last essay. Very well thought out.” Being overly crisp in his words to achieve some kind of comedic affect you assumed. He leaned slightly into the counter, bringing you with him, and quickly ordered. Within minutes the bartender had placed the clear shots before you. “Okay, sweetheart,” he said, clinking his small glass against yours, sending half of his shot onto the floor.

It burned like always, but you held back your reaction, lips barely pursing as you set the glass back down.

“Thanks,” you started, unraveling yourself from his warm body, “I gotta get back to my friends, but it was nice seeing you.” You said softly, some little part not wanting to leave him.

Suga held you out by your waist and nodded once. “Good to know you can take rough things so well, go on then.” He says with a little push.

His words confusingly haunt you for a moment before you realize he’s talking about the ‘rough’ shot you just took, even if the wording was crude. The rest of the night you agonize over what he meant. “Good to know you can take rough things.” But by next Monday, it’s as if it never happened. He carries on in class like normal and so do you, until a week later.

He’s handing back quiz scores at the end of class, conveniently leaving you until last. The way he sped through lecture today, there’s about ten minutes left and, with no professor around this day to stop him, he dismisses everyone early. Except you.

“Can you actually stay behind a few minutes? I just want to talk about your answers.” When fear flashes across your eyes, he chuckles easily just like he was back at the bar and your heartbeat only speeds up. “Nothing bad, I’m just interested in your answers.” In tense silence, the two of you stand, waiting until the last student has made their way out.

“So which question-”

“Actually, I think there’s a better way for you to improve your score.” He grins devilishly, getting up from his spot beside you to fully close the door. Suddenly the room feels very stuffy and you’re very aware of everything around you. It makes your stomach turn, you’re not sure if it’s in a good way or a bad way, but you weather through and take a deep breath.

“I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m comfortable with the score I got.”

“I know, I know, you did very well.” He soothes while he makes his way back over just to lean precariously against the very tiny desk attached beside you. “It’s just… I know you try so hard, you pay attention to me more than anyone in this class. I think you deserve extra credit just for that.”

“Oh, well, thank you.” You struggle out, trying to find the words. Brain racing, you have no clue what to make of the situation. It seems like he has everything planned out, scripted, and you’re just blindly following along like a lost, little lamb.

“You know, I notice how you blush and smile sometimes when I lecture, and you take notes just so well while I’m speaking. I mean it’s very cute, don’t get me wrong, but you pay even better attention to me than you do your own professor.” He scoffs.

The way your chest is rising and falling is visible now, you’re sure he can see it through the thin material of your little sundress. “Sorry, you’re just always so excited I guess I get caught up, but umm… are you sure there isn’t another class coming in, I jus-”

“No,” he says sternly, “there’s not another class in this room for hours. But why be worried about something like that?” Suga asks with a small, knowing smile.

“I-I, uh, well I don’t know, I just thought… just making sure I g-guess.” You sputter out, quivering voice betraying yourself.

“What did you think I meant?” He asks evenly, the smile slipping from his features. Like a fish gasping for air, your mouth bobs open and shut, struggling to find the words or maybe a lie, but he doesn’t let you. He closes the tight space between the two of you with a short kiss that you immediately sigh into.

Pleased with your relaxed reaction, he pulls away almost at once, dropping your quiz from his hands onto the floor in between you. Mind spinning, you’ve barely registered the kiss before you’re crouching down to pick up the paper.

“Oh, thank you. You’re so kind.” He says plainly, placing a hand over your shoulder.

“No problem,” you begin while you start to rise, only to be stopped by his tightening grip on you.

“Sorry, you just look so pretty down there.” He coos, taking his hand away when you relax onto your knees and place the papers back down. You don’t know what to think, especially with his noticeable bulge so directly within eyesight. You want to be here, you can’t stop thinking about how his lips felt in that brief moment or what lies beneath his pants, but you can’t help feeling a little guilty. The sound of a zipper snaps you back to the reality where you’re on your knees in front of your TA.

“I, um…”

“You can do whatever you want right now, sweetheart.” The nickname he gave you at the bar makes heat surge through your veins. “But I want you to know if you chose to stay here and to touch me, I’m not gonna hold back, mmkay?”

Taking a deep, swallowing breath you nod quickly, fingers grappling at the pale blue waistband of his boxer briefs. “I understand,” you whisper out, “I want you.”

“Okay, princess, don’t say I didn’t-” His big talk is cut off when you mouth over him through the soft fabric, licking over the tiny wet stain he’s produced. “Oh,” he chuckles meanly, “so hungry for my cock, huh?”

Nodding deftly, you tug down on the waistband, letting his length slap against his clothed abdomen. He’s pretty, neatly trimmed, and pale but with a pretty, pink tip that makes you clench around nothing. The way his thighs are tensed under his slacks, you know he’s holding back, and you don’t want to make him wait any longer.

At a careful pace, you take him into your hand, pumping gently while you guide him into your mouth. When the salty taste of his precum hits your tongue he snaps. His hands bury into the back of your neck, holding you exactly in place when he shallowly pumps himself into you. Painfully, you relax your jaw, letting him use you while big tears well up in the corners of your eyes from the sting.

Over and over again his cock hits the back of your throat, gliding past the mess of spit that’s built up in your mouth. He feels so right, so good and all you can think about is him. Your nails dig into his legs, trying to find some purchase in the smooth material of his pants.

He watches as you keep your eyes trained up on him, admiring the spit already spattered across your cheeks. “So messy, sweetheart, you’re adorable.” He says just loud enough for you to hear over his unrelenting pace.

It’s hard to understand him with how hard you’re focusing on sucking in his cock while he fucks into you. “Always knew your pretty mouth was good for more than answering stupid questions.” Suga grunts, shuddering when your throat spasms around him, and swiftly pulling out.

Panting for a bit of air, you heave on the floor, upper half only held up by the loose grip you have on his thighs. Before you can catch your breath, he’s dragging you back onto your feet and facing your body away from his. A heavy hand forces your chest down against the tiny desk before you and his feet kick yours apart.

“Wore this cute, little dress for me?” He asks, flipping up the skirt and palming over your ass.

“N-no, I had a, uh, presentation today.” You try to say, the lie evident with how heavy the words weigh on your tongue.

“Oh, shut up,” he laughs, “I know this is the only class you have today, you told me that weeks ago.” He hums, fingers toying with the edge of your underwear, moving them around across your skin this way and that until he finally pulls them down. “And you wore these slutty panties just for me too. Probably thought about touching yourself after class while you thought about me instead. Isn’t this much better though?”

“Yeah, a lot better.” You squeak as his fingers force your thighs farther apart, meeting you aching cunt just to spread your slick around.

“Your panties are ruined, completely soaked. Must have been thinking about me all class I bet.”

“N-no,” but before you can argue he presses two fingers into you, scissoring them inside of you.

“Uh-huh, sure.” He replies and you can hear the eye roll in his tone. Again, his free hand presses between your shoulder blades, squishing you harshly against the desk. With a little sigh, he takes his fingers away from you and uses both hands to perfectly position your hips for himself. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks sweetly, pressing his tip against your entrance.

“Yes, please, please fuck me!” You cry, finally crumbling before him and burning with need.

He’s so close now you can feel him, the want that’s built up in your brain over the last couple months is nearly unbearable now. You feel his fingers curl into the flesh around your hips just before he eagerly sinks into you. Involuntarily, you let out a shaky gasp, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from crying out.

“Relax for me princess,” he grunts, partially enjoying how tightly you’re clamped around him, “this isn’t an exam.”

It’s impossible to think of a witty retort or even a weak one while you shake around his cock, desperate for him to fill you up. On their own accord, you hips twitch back trying to meet him fully, but he only laughs and keeps you in place.

“I was gonna go easy on you, but since you seem to want me so bad…” he trailed off, slowly dragging himself out, the weight of his cock heavy against your gummy walls, “...you can have me.” His final word is punctuated by a harsh snap of his hips that fills you to the brim.

All you can muster is a broken, little whimper as his thighs continually smack against your backside while he fucks you into the desk. Any regard or concern you had for the world of students or staff outside the thin walls of this room was gone and it appeared his was as well. The wet squelching smacks of your bodies meeting bounced around the walls, the thin carpet failing to dampen much of any noise at all.

Through all of your spasms and twitches his pace was unrelenting. “Go ahead and touch yourself,” he said when he noticed the way your fingers danced around, obviously preoccupied, “wanna feel your pretty, little cunt cum.”

Managing out a little sound of agreement, you quickly wedge your wrist under your body, trying your best to circle your needy clit while he’s ramming you back and forth. It doesn’t take long before your sobbing out, hips rutting against his, feeling the coil deep inside draw you closer and closer to the edge. You keep your fingers in time with his motions, making quick work of your own pleasure, not holding back when you feel the last bit of resistance before your fall.

With a short, choked cry you’re gushing around him, convulsing around his cock while he slows just enough, his own thrusts getting suddenly out of time.

“Good girl.” He groans, a brief surge of pride and energy pushing him to his own finish line, the way you’re still periodically clamping down around him certainly being of some help. “I’m gonna ruin this perfect pussy.” He barely manages to mumble out before he’s holding you deep and close, his cock twitching deep inside of you just before his cum shoots against your walls.

“Feel so good.” You sigh, fully relaxing into his touch, the sleepy haze of your orgasm overtaking your senses. As he comes down from his high, he massages your shoulders, slumping over your own exhausted body and wrapping his arms around your middle. You don’t miss how his fingers cradle just under your breasts, kneading lightly.

“I think,” he starts, still very much out of breath, “we’ll need a couple tutoring sessions, just to clear up everything.”

[s0seo]

The Heir Chapter 2

~ Pairing: OT7 x Reader                  WC:  6684

Rating: M                                        

Genre: Vampire au mystery thriller with lots of angst and eventual fluff and smut (THIS IS A SLOW BURN)

Summary: After you and your friend are attacked during a night out, you discover a world much bigger and more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

WARNINGS: 18+, mention of blood, swearing, assault, mention of death, angst

A/n: I know I said Friday, but I changed my mind. I tried to make this one just a smidge longer. I hope you all enjoy!

© s0seo please do not copy or edit as protested under this license :)

You open your eyes and the first thing that you notice is pain. You are in so much pain. You look around trying to figure out where you are and find yourself in a hospital room. As hazy memories come flooding back, you spot two familiar figures sitting in chairs beside your bed.

Tae’s curly dark brown hair and Jimin’s long bleached hair are both covering their sleeping faces. You try to lift your right arm, hoping to call the nurse when you hiss out in pain, startling the boys.

You hear a thump to your left as Jimin falls out of his chair and find Tae on your right holding your hand within seconds.

 “Yoongi” you rasp, feeling an ache in your throat.

 “Where…is…Yoongi?” 

Tae and Jimin look at each other for a moment. You can tell from the puffiness around their eyes that they’ve been crying.  

You look at Jimin as he says to no one in particular “I’m gonna go find the nurse” before heading out the door. 

Looking at Tae for answers, you see him reach for a half-filled glass of water from the table beside you and bring it to your lips. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you felt the first drop hit your tongue.

After a few painful gulps you weakly push the cup away and ask again, this time your voice a bit stronger, “Where is Yoongi?”

Tae looks down at the floor before looking at you and saying, “he still hasn’t woken up yet.” A wave of relief washes over you and you feel a tear fall down your cheek as you confirm “but he’s alive? He’s alive?”

He looks up at you and softly nods his head as he reaches up to your face and wipes you tear away. You lean into his hand and close your eyes. When you open them again you see him looking at you, trying to read your face. 

You pull away from him and lean your lead on your pillow. As the silence becomes deafening, your mind spits out a new thought.

“Wait. Are you two the only ones?”

He continues inspecting you for a moment before explaining,

“Jin and Namjoon are with Yoongi right now. Jungkook is still out of town with his father, and Hobi was here earlier, but had to head back home to take care of some things before work. Jimin and I are here and planned to stay with you until you woke up.”

 You look around again.

 “How long have I been out?”

 “Two days” he answers smoothly, looking at your face for any hint of distress.

 Your eyes widen. 

“Wow” you mouth as you hear the door open and see Jimin walk in with a young girl carrying a clipboard.

She walks up to your bed and checks your vitals before speaking to you in a soft warm voice. “Hi, Miss L/N my name is nurse Sanchez and I’ve been taking care of you for the past few days. How are you feeling?”

 You look down at your body as you say, “my entire body hurts. How bad was it?”

When she doesn’t respond you look up at her. She purses her lips and says, “let’s wait until the doctor gets here and he’ll walk you through it?”

You frown and look at her face wondering why she can’t just look at your chart and tell you.

‘Something feels off’ you think to yourself.

You look at her eyes and you can see how uncomfortable she is. You narrow your eyes, refusing to back down.

 “Tell me.”

She holds your gaze, and after what you can tell is a small internal conflict says quietly, “you had two broken ribs, and you suffered a minor concussion along with bruised vocal cords.“ Slowly tearing her eyes away from yours she looks down at the floor and continues. “You also had a deep laceration on your side, and a few scratches along your arms.”

You hold your breath as she explains to you just how close you were to dying, multiple times, she emphasizes, and you finally feel yourself release it when she grows quiet, looks up at you, and quickly excuses herself from the room, to go find the doctor.

 You look at both of your friends who are now watching you closely.  You feel like they’re expecting you to cry, or scream, or freak out after everything that’s happened, but you realize that you don’t need to. 

Whatever fear you felt, whatever worries you had in that alleyway were over. In times like these you’re thankful for your level headedness. In fact, you have always been good at compartmentalizing in stressful situations. The only thing that you’re worried about now is Yoongi.

After a few agonizing minutes you feel yourself start to fidget under their silent stares.

 “Guys I’m fine. I know that what happened sucked and was super scary, but I’m gonna be okay.”

 They look at you, sympathy and doubt covering their faces, and Jimin reaches for your hand. “You don’t have to be okay though. We’re here for you. Whatever you need.”

You softly squeeze his hand in response.

“Right now, the only thing I need is for Yoongi to be okay.”

 You eyes focus on Tae and you say “go find Joon. Tell him I’m awake and that I want to see him.”

He nods, standing swiftly and quickly makes his way out the door. You glance at Jimin and find him still staring at you.

“What’s wrong” you ask.

 He continues running his eyes across your face before finally stopping at your eyes and asking, “are you sure you’re okay? I feel like there’s something different about you. I can’t put my finger on it…” 

You tilt your head and your eyes narrow at him as a sharp wave of irritation hits you. You whisper curtly “I said I’m fine. Drop it.” 

He blinks and looks away from you, running his hand through his overgrown bleached hair before leaning back in his chair.

“Okay, you’re right. If you say you’re fine then I trust you, I just worry about you. We all do.” 

You feel a pang of guilt for being so short with him. Honestly, you don’t even know why you did that. You reach your good arm out to him and place your hand on his. He looks up at you and you can see a question lingering in his eyes. 

Before he can manage you hear a knock on the door. Expecting Tae and Namjoon, you are surprised to see two men in faded clothes carrying notepads.  One looks like he’s in his late thirties, while the other one looks around your age.

Apparently when the nurse left to go find the doctor, she called the police as well. The older one makes his way to the foot of your bed while the other hangs back and leans against the wall watching you.

The one at the foot of your bed introduces himself as detective Song, and the one against the wall is introduced as detective Jon. 

You can’t help but feel like something is off about them. Maybe it’s the way detective Jon is looking at you, or maybe it’s their overall demeanor, but your gut is telling you something feels wrong. 

You debate asking to see their badges but decide against it. You’re probably just being paranoid.

You look at them for a moment, then ask them bluntly, “so, detectives, have you found the guy who attacked us yet?”

The detectives share a look and detective Song gives you a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

 “Unfortunately we’re still searching for him, but don’t worry he can’t hide forever”

A look of doubt crosses your face and you tilt your head. “What have you done to try to find him? I don’t see how he could’ve gotten that far.”

You see Detective Jon who has been watching you closely frown at your words before his partner pulls your attention back.

“Before we get into the specifics, can you tell us what you remember from that night? We need to take your statement, and if there’s anything you can tell us about him, then that would help us find him much faster.”

You blink slowly before nodding. You grab a sip of your water, close your eyes, and take a deep breath before opening them and recounting the events.

“I remember Yoongi and I went to the basketball game for his birthday. After that we decided to head to the bar to grab a few drinks before going home.”

You see the detectives scribbling notes on their notepads and preparing their questions.

 Detective Jon asks first.

“What time did you head to the bar?”

“Around midnight.”

“What was the name of the bar?”

“Sunas; Yoongi and I go there all the time with our friends” you say as you gesture to Jimin sitting beside you.

Detective Song chimes in.

“Do you and your friend live together?”

You nod and explain.

“We grew up together and moved into his parent’s old house a few years ago. I was looking for Yoongi when I was attacked...”

You look off into empty space as you continue.

“I went outside because he was supposed to be waiting for me. I called him but I couldn’t find him. I heard his phone ringing, and I saw it lying on the ground in the alley. I picked it up and was gonna go back into the bar when I heard something by the dumpster.”

Your voice becomes a whisper as you remember what you saw.

“When I saw Yoongi…”

You look down at your hands and realize that they’re shaking. Jimin reaches over to you and places your hand in his, reminding you that you’re okay. You try our best to keep your voice steady and keep going.

“The man was on top of him, and Yoongi was covered in blood. I knew I had to help him, so I picked up a bottle off the ground and hit him in the head with it. I knocked him out and bent down to check on Yoongi. I could see that he was bleeding pretty bad. I think the guy stabbed him. I put my hands on the wounds to try to stop him from bleeding out, and that’s when I saw someone walking at the end of the alleyway and told them to call for help. I didn’t notice that the guy had woken up until he threw me against the wall and tried to strangle me.”

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, remembering your fear.

“As he lifted me up, I knew he was going to kill me so I picked up a broken bottle and waited for the right moment. I wasn’t going down without a fight”

You unconsciously reach your hand up and softly graze your fingertips across your neck, wincing at the sensitivity as you remember the man’s grip around your throat.

Detective Jon looks up from his notepad and brings you back to the present.

“Okay, so what happened next?”

“He was saying something about it being my fault. He didn’t say what though.  I really can’t remember. Honestly, I didn’t get a good look at his face because my vision was super blurry.”

Detective Jon interrupts.

“Because you were drinking earlier?”

You narrow your eyes at him and clarify.

“Because I had a concussion from being thrown into a wall.”

Letting out a sigh, you look down at your hands and quickly wrap up your story.

“Anyways, I waited until he lifted me up and I stabbed him in the throat with the broken neck of the bottle. His blood flew all over me. I thought that would finally take him down, but he just pulled the bottle out of his neck and stabbed me with it before running away. I’m guessing it’s because he heard the sirens.  I didn’t realize he stabbed me until I fell on the ground though.”

You look over at Jimin as you finally say, “I could tell that Yoongi was dying so I crawled over to him to try to cover his wounds again, but I passed out before the police could get to us.”

Relieved to finally be finished telling the story, you look down at your hands and let out a breath. 

“Next thing I know I’m here and two days have passed.”

Hearing no response, you look back up at them and find five pairs of eyes looking at you in shock.

You were so caught up in your memories that you didn’t hear Namjoon and Tae come in.

Detective Song asks, “so you stabbed him in the neck with the bottle and then he took it out of his neck and stabbed you…with the same bottle?”

You give him a nod and wonder why out of all the things you said, his focus was on a broken bottle instead of the fact that  your attacker somehow managed to run away after being stabbed in the throat. You add it to your list of suspicions and move on.

You see Jimin blinking back tears, and the detectives share a look with each other before detective Jon closes his notepad and quietly exits the room.

 Detective Song reaches into his jacket pocket and places his card on the bed next to your feet. 

“Thank you for your statement. We’ll put this in the report. If you remember anything else just give us a call.”

You blink at him and frown as you watch him walk towards the door.

You call out to him “how close are you to actually catching this guy?” 

He either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t have an answer and simply continues out the door.

You quietly whisper a soft curse after him before looking at Namjoon and gesturing for him to sit beside you on the bed.

 He looks at you, his puffy eyes filled with worry.  He takes note of your injuries and your face and seeing that you’re okay he takes a seat. You place your hand on top of his and ask, “how is Yoongi?”

 He looks down at the floor before glancing at the others who give him a small nod. Taking a deep breath, he meets your eyes and tells you everything.

As he goes into detail about Yoongi’s injuries you realize that when Tae said that Yoongi was still unconscious, that was putting it lightly.

Not only was he unconscious, but he had technically died multiple times, and according to the nurses is lucky to even still be alive right now. 

“His heart stopped twice in the ambulance, and by the time he reached the hospital he had almost no blood left in his body.”

His eyes scan your face, searching for confirmation to continue.

“His two stab wounds were accompanied by a gash in the back of his head and a dislocated shoulder, and that was just the physical injuries. Once he got to the here everything went crazy. His heart kept stopping and increasing unexplainably, and he had a dangerously high fever for the first full day after they finished his surgeries. Over the past two days ,the nurses said he’s been through enough blood bags to fill up three grown bodies.”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding how that’s possible, and Namjoon explains.

“Every time the doctors finished a transfusion, his body seemed to need another one. Then this morning, his body temperature and vitals suddenly just returned to normal. He’s been in a coma ever since.”

He reassures you though that over the past few days, despite the problems that he was having, Yoongi was healing extremely quickly. You both were. 

You touch your side and Jimin explains “They say that his wounds are almost fully healed and that judging by your current rate of healing yours should be a scab in about a week.”

“That’s good to hear.” You reply looking away deep in thought. You don’t understand how or why you’re healing so fast, and you don’t understand how he’s getting better faster than you are.  You don't know how long it takes a stab wound to heal, but you’re pretty sure it’s a lot longer than a week. 

You think back to Yoongi's body, this time with an objective eye.  From the look of his wounds and the amount of blood that he lost; he shouldn’t even be alive right now let alone almost fully healed. 

You frown and look at Namjoon.

“I want to see him.”

He glances at Jimin, and Tae puts a hand on your shoulder before saying,

“I’m not sure that’s the best-”

“‘Bring me to him” you say, cutting him off.

Thirty minutes and two arguments later, you are sitting in a wheelchair heading towards Yoongi’s room accompanied by your friends.

You were a bit surprised that the nurses let you leave your room, but you didn’t want to question it. They did mention something about wanting to run a few tests once the doctor arrived though which didn’t sound at all promising. 

‘That is a problem for a later point in time’ you think to yourself.

 You arrive at his room and see his motionless figure asleep in his bed. Jimin and Tae find a spot against the wall as you are pushed further in by Namjoon.

You spot Jin in a chair hunched over the left side of Yoongi’s bed with his head resting on his arms. You take in the sight of him and silently gesture to Namjoon to place you beside him.

Namjoon takes a seat across from you on Yoongi’s right, and you place your hand on the back of Jin’s head and give it a comforting rub. You feel him shift beneath you and give him a small smile when he finally glances up at you.

His eyes are red and puffy just like the others, and his lavender hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. You reach down and place your hand over his, and see fresh tears beginning to form in his eyes. 

You wrap your arm around his wide shoulders and pull him down into you. He wraps his arms around you, and you hide your wince as your still healing body cries out from the contact, choosing instead to rub his back softly. You know he needs this; they all do.

 You feel three sets of eyes staring at you, but no one says anything. You look back over to Yoongi, and you see his peaceful sleeping face partially covered by his messy black hair. You glance at his neck and see an already healing scab.

 Looking back towards the others you say “His wounds have healed more than mine. How is that possible?”

Jimin moves from his position on the wall and makes his way over to Namjoon before responding.

“We don’t really understand it either. Hell, the doctors are even more confused than we are.”

Namjoon runs his hand through his silver hair.

“It’s crazy, he went from nothing, to almost fully recovered in only three days. If I’m being honest though, I’m happy that he did. I don’t know what’s causing this, but I know I don’t want to question it. Now we just need him to wake up.”

Tae who has been silent ever since returning with Namjoon lets out a sniffle and walks over to you, taking a seat at the foot of Yoongi’s bed.

“I just don’t understand why this happened to you guys. We were so scared that you’d never wake up.”

Jin moves his head from your shoulder and looks up at you.

“I should have gone with you guys. It’s my fault for not being there.”

You reach up and wipe away a tear that has begun to fall down his face.

“I’m glad you weren’t. I don’t want to think about what could’ve happened if he hurt both of you.”

Jin slowly nods his head and leans into your hand.

Suddenly a new thought occurs to you.

“How did you guys even hear about what happened?”

 The others all look at Namjoon who clears his throat.

“Apparently at some point in time you put me down as one of your emergency contacts, along with Yoongi’s parents of course. The hospital tried to reach his parents, but they got no response. I was the only other option, and I’m thankful for that.”

“I’m sorry that you guys got dragged into this” you say knowing that they were all extremely busy and that they had to put their lives on pause to come take care of you.

Jin lifts his head back up from your shoulder and looks at you.

“Don’t say that. We would do anything for both of you. Just like you would do anything for us. We can still work and take care of ourselves while staying by your side.”

Instead of responding, you reach across the bed, take Yoongi’s hand, and softly rub your thumb across the back.  You all sit there in silence waiting, for Yoongi’s eyes to open, for the doctor to come in, for anything to happen, but nothing does.

 A few hours pass, and a nurse comes in and informs you that you are required to return to your room and that the doctor should be with you sometime tomorrow morning. You nod your head in understanding and let the others know that you’ll take Jin with you. When you make it back to your room he helps you into bed and takes a seat in the chair beside you.

 As you close your eyes, you fall asleep to the memory of Yoongi's eyes blinking at you as his blood pools around him.

~

The next morning you are awoken by a different nurse from the night before. She gives you antibiotics and checks on your wound. You realize that whatever blessing was bestowed upon Yoongi, didn’t fully extend to you.

 Even though Namjoon said your wound would scab in about a week, you can definitely tell you still have a few weeks until you are fully healed. On the bright side, your arms don’t feel as heavy as they did last night, and you can sit up just a little bit easier as well. 

After a slightly embarrassing trip to the bathroom, Jin helps you into a wheelchair and you both head back to Yoongi’s room. When you get there, you see that Jimin and Tae managed to scavenge a few extra chairs from somewhere in the hallway and made themselves comfortable, well as comfortable as they could in a hospital room.

 Namjoon is seated in the same chair as last night and has his head resting on the arm of the chair. You silently gesture to Jin to place you on Yoongi’s left side just like you were last night, and he takes his seat beside you before you take his hand and hold it on your knee.

 You feel Jin shift from underneath you, and put his arm around you, giving you room to rest your head on the inside of it. You watch Yoongi until your eyes get heavy and you feel yourself drifting off to the steady beat of his heart monitor.

 You don’t know how much time has passed, but suddenly you are startled awake by a loud gasp. Yoongi sits straight up in his bead and claws at his throat for a few moments before Namjoon and Jin stand up and force his hands away. You grab the remote from the bed and press the call button for the nurse as he continues to fight your friends. You call out to him, hoping to snap him out of whatever he’s imagining.

“Yoongs, you're safe now. You’re okay.”

You see his eyes searching the room for something until finally landing on you. You lean over towards him and look into his eyes.

“Yoongi” you say softly, trying to reassure him. “You’re okay. We’re in the hospital.  We were hurt pretty bad, but we’re okay now.” Jin and Namjoon begin loosening their grip as Yoongi’s breathing calms down. 

You reach out and place both his hands in yours before looking into his eyes and repeating, “you’re okay.”

He looks around the room, finally noticing the others. Namjoon places a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder who looks down at your hands wrapped around his own. You can see his memories coming back to him as he tries to remember how he got here, and he lets out a sharp breath before pulling his feet to his chest.

 You see his shoulders rise once as he takes in a breath before letting out a raw and unhindered sob. 

It breaks your heart. Truly it does. You feel your chest tighten and you motion to Jin to help you stand and take a seat on the bed right beside him before wrapping him in your arms, not caring about the throbbing pain in your side. You stay there for a while, until you hear a knock on the door.  

You look up and remove your friend from your arms as you see it’s the doctor. He walks in followed by two nurses.

He looks like he’s in his late fifties, and you see from his nametag that his name is Dr. Wood. He notices you studying him and gives you a tight-lipped fake smile that doesn’t reach his black beady eyes.

One of the nurses checks Yoongi’s charts while the doctor updates you both.

“Good morning Mr. Min. How are we feeling today? Ms. L/N? How's your side feeling?”

You look to Yoongi and he glances at you as if waiting for reassurance. You give him a small nod.

“I’m alright”

The doctor gives a small nod and takes a few notes before looking at you next.

“It still hurts pretty bad, but overall, I’m alright”

He gives another nod and makes another note.

“That sounds good.” Not looking away from his notepad, he returns his attention to your friend. Mr. Min, given the severity of your injuries and the speed of your body’s rate of healing, we’d like to run a few tests to make sure everything’s running smoothly with your recovery.”

Your head tilts at the word “tests” and you think back to what Namjoon told you about his recovery speed and how baffled the doctors were. You also remember the nurses mentioning something about the doctor wanting to run some tests earlier on you as well. You feel a knot forming in your stomach, and you glance around at the others.

‘This doesn't feel right. What kind of tests are they suggesting? Why are they being so vague?’ you ask yourself. 

You feel yourself frown, and you look back over to Yoongi. Right now, there’s only one thing you’re certain of; nothing good will come from tests.

Yoongi looks at you once again, and you slowly shake your head. He looks a bit confused but doesn’t question you. He knows that you probably have a good reason.

“Honestly, I’d just really like to go home. How much longer do I have to stay here?”

The doctor looks up from his notepad in surprise at the refusal but gives him a small smile.

“Judging by your progress, and as long as we see no complications, I’d say we could schedule your release sometime within the next forty-eight hours.”

“What about me?” you ask.

“I think if your rate of recovery remains consistent then we should be able to discharge you by Friday at the latest.”

Three days.  That’s how much longer you would be stuck here. Three more days.

 “Okay, fine.”

The doctor nods in agreement, then decides to leave you in the nurse’s care. They separately check both of your vitals and leave you and your friends alone again.

 As soon as the door closes Yoongi looks at you.

“Why can’t they run tests?”

The others look at you in question as well.

“Nothing good can come from any test they give you Yoongs. We’ve only been here two days, and you’re almost fully recovered. Think about that. Your injuries were far worse than mine, and they’re almost fully healed. I really don’t want us to be here any longer than absolutely necessary.” 

You see Namjoon and Jimin nod in agreement, so you continue.

 “Besides, I don’t trust these doctors. Something feels off. I can’t put my finger on it, but ever since I woke up, I feel like there’s something wrong. I think that right now we just need to focus on getting out of here as soon as possible.”

You hear another knock on the door and spot two familiar faces entering the room. Detectives Song and Jon take up the same positions as they did in your room and glance over at you as they introduce themselves once again only this time to your friend.

You look at Yoongi, and you know he won’t be able to handle reliving his memories right now. 

They pull out their notepads, but before they can ask him anything, you stop them.

“I know this is really important, but I’ve already given you a statement, and Yoongi isn’t in any condition to talk about this right now.”

The detectives share a look and after a small silence, detective Song gives you a forced smile and takes out a copy of his card. Placing it on Yoongi’s bed he gives your friend a nod and looks back at his partner before heading out the door. You wait until the door is closed before letting out a huff and saying

“I really don’t trust those guys. There’s something not right about them.”

Jimin looks at you, the apprehension clear across his face.

“You don’t trust the doctors, you don’t trust the detectives, who do you trust?”

“For now, everyone in this room.”

Your friends look at you dubiously.

“I know I sound paranoid, but just trust me. You know my gut is always right. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something not right here, and until I can figure it out, I don’t trust anyone that seems questionable.”

You know that you have always been a skeptical person. Some would call you paranoid, but you’ve always just considered yourself cautious. Whenever you have a bad feeling about someone or something, you are almost always right, and right now, your gut is telling you to get as far away as you can from this hospital and the detectives.

Your mind wanders back to the man who attacked you. He seemed to know who you were. You wonder if him being there was a mere coincidence or if maybe you were the one, he was after all along.  

You also recall Yoongi lying on the ground slumped against the building, the amount of blood that he lost, the size and depth of his wounds, and the lifelessness in his eyes as he watched you fighting the man.

You can’ t help feel that this is all connected; the detectives, who are sketchy as hell and seemed a little too interested in the man stabbing you with the same weapon you used to stab him in the neck, the doctor, who seems a little too eager to run a few tests that he either can’t or won’t go into detail about, and most importantly; the fact that you and your friend miraculously went from death's door to feeling fine in less than three days.

 You can see the dots, you just don't know how to connect them, at least not yet. One thing’s for sure though, you may not know how or why this happened, but you're sure as hell gonna find out.

‘I’ll have to worry about that later’ you say to yourself.

Right now, your focus is getting out of the hospital with Yoongi as quickly as possible.

~

The next three days pass without any problems, and the doctor brings in your release forms. Yoongi’s recovery continued as did yours, only at a slower pace. They released him yesterday like the doctor promised, but even after he was released, he just moved himself into a chair next to your bed. Between your naps you would catch him watching you while you slept. You know that he’s just worried and doesn’t want anything to happen to you.

Your friends stayed with you for the first two days, but you insisted that they go back home before the third since Yoongi was released. The nurses came in every few hours to check your vitals and the doctor made an appearance once a day to “check” on you and check in with Yoongi to make sure he hadn’t changed his mind about the tests. Every time the doctor would ask him if he’s reconsidered, and every time Yoongi would say no thank you.

You could see him growing increasingly irritated each time the doctor stopped by and were thankful that he wouldn’t have to put up with it anymore. As you get up from your bed you stretch your arms which have now lost all their soreness and touch your side which has already begun to scab. 

You reach into your bag that Namjoon brought from your house and head to the restroom to change. Thankful for your own toothbrush and face wash you go through your routine and change out of your gown and into a pair of black joggers and an oversized t-shirt. 

You look at yourself in the mirror and take in your reflection. Your cheeks look a bit hollow, and your eyes look a bit dark. Not just because of the bags beneath them, but your eyes themselves have an almost black glint to them. 

There’s something else that you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s not your hair, or your body, but something else. Your mind flashes back to Jimin’s words and you wonder if he might’ve been right.

‘It’s probably just the lighting’ you think to yourself as you shake your head and zip up your bag. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror and you notice your outfit. You’ve looked worse. You look like you just pulled your third all-nighter during finals week. Your eyes travel to your shirt and you realize that it isn’t one of yours.

 Namjoon must have grabbed one of Yoongi’s by mistake, not that you’re upset about it. You both wear similar clothes anyways. You open the door prepared to show Yoongi that one of his favorite shirts now has a new owner when you see him backed up against the wall with the doctor standing in front of him.

Trying to play it cool, you walk up behind the doctor and take your place by Yoongi’s side. “What’s going on here?” you ask, your voice stern.

The doctor looks at you with an annoyed expression.

“I was just informing your friend of the benefits one of our tests could have on his recovery in the long run.”

You look at Yoongi and see the panic in his eyes.

“I don’t know how many more times he can tell you he’s not interested before you finally get it through your head.”

The doctor plasters on his usual tight-lipped smile and looks back at your friend.

“There’s nothing wrong with checking up on a patient in a hospital and walking him through treatment options.”

You narrow your eyes at him and step in front of your friend blocking the doctor’s vision.

“He isn’t a patient here, and your assessment is neither wanted nor appreciated. Now I suggest you leave him alone before I report you for harassing my friend because you believe he recovered too quickly.”

He looks down at you and gives you a look of disgust before walking away. You wait until you're sure he’s out of earshot before turning back to your friend and making sure he’s okay.

“Are you alright? What did he say to you?”

Your friend doesn’t answer. You reach out and touch his face, turning it to face you.

“Yoongs, what did he say?”

He just shakes his head

 “It doesn’t matter, let’s just go home.”

He moves away from you and grabs your bag from the bed before glancing at your clothes.

You are already walking out of the room when you hear him call from behind you “hey, isn’t that my shirt?”

   ~ ~ 

 Outside the hospital

 The two men quietly sit in their vehicle waiting for the call. Five minutes pass, then ten, then fifteen. Finally, Jon decides to break the silence.

“When they said they’d be putting us in the field, this wasn’t exactly what I pictured. Pretending to be cops and waiting for cryptic phone calls in a smelly beat up car doesn’t really feel all that exciting.”

The older one lets out an unamused huff, but Jon continues.

“I didn’t realize we would be sitting in a car for hours watching some mystery girl sit in a hospital”

“If doing your job is boring to you, feel free to make the call. I’m sure they could find somewhere else to put you.”

“What about the girl. Do you think she suspects anything? She seemed combative when we tried talking to her friend. You saw the way she was looking at us.”

“You worry too much. Let’s just do our jobs and watch her. What I’m worried about is the boy. Something’s not right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you see his wounds? Going by his chart there’s no reason he should be alive right now let alone awake and talking.”

“What about her? She said that she was stabbed with the same bottle. That means his blood is in her. You don’t think- “

“What I think, is that we need to be very careful about what we do next. The girl should be fine. The blood is a minor complication, but it should leave her system within the next few days.”

Jon simply nods his head and looks out the window.

Suddenly the silence is interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone.

Song reaches into the glove box and pulls out the outdated flip phone.

“Hello? Yes, she’s still alive. Only minor injuries. Has he been found yet? In a studio? Just the body? Okay.  Well not quite. She wasn’t the only one there. There was a boy with her, and he was attacked as well. Yes sir. I understand sir. What do you want us to do if he becomes a problem? Yes sir. What about the brotherhood? I heard they’re after her too. Yes sir, I understand.”

He hangs up the phone and looks over to his partner.

“Well what did they say? Why didn’t you mention the blood? Did they find the guy?”

He looks out the window, deep in thought. 

“We’re fucked.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, if we can’t stop the brotherhood from taking the girl then we’re fucked, and they’ll kill us. If we try to stop the brotherhood from taking her, then we’ll die trying and we’re still fucked.”

“Did they find the guy?”

Song nods. “The sweepers found his body this morning in some studio. His neck was broken, and they said he’s probably been dead for days. Someone probably got to him after he ran off.''

Jon gazes through the windshield and spots you and Yoongi entering a cab.  

He nudges Song before asking, “so how do you wanna play this? You know Haven isn't going to be happy if we don’t find a way to bring her in.”

“Let’s just watch and see what happens. We’re only grabbing her, if I'm sure we can make it out alive. If we have to run, we run, but I’m not dying for them.”

Jon nods to his partner before starting the car and pulling away.

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A/n: I just want to give a huge thank you to everyone who read and liked pt.1!  I was honestly surprised at how many people liked it. I wasn't even sure that many people would even read it, let alone love it, so thank you.  I also wanna thank @noonaduck​ for once again giving this  a read for me!

A/n 2: Also, on a completely unrelated note, if any of you are interested in checking out a really pretty song I found while writing this I would definitely check out Silhouette by Aquilo. If you like it I can suggest a few other songs I found as well!

A/n 3: I know I'm just rambling now, but I hope everyone is staying safe! I'm not sure where everyone is from, but these are dangerous times for a lot of us, and I hope everyone can be safe and healthy.

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finished your buckleway prompt!! hope u like it 💕💕

modern AU + werewolf AU, enjoy

posted on ao3

Heather’s been dancing around asking Robin out for the past three weeks. Billy has probably had enough of her flip-flopping between waxing poetic and bemoaning how complicated dating humans gets.

Especially since he had ended up in a storage closet with Steve on his knees a whole thirty minutes after they met, and they’d been fucking anywhere and everywhere ever since. She’s getting sick of smelling salt and sex and Steve all over their apartment, but they’ve showed no signs of slowing down. Billy’s smug as hell about it too. He loves having Steve’s scent all over their living space, the disgusting sap.

Of course, he’s still being Billy about the situation, but at least he was getting some action in between bouts of what if he leaves me when he finds out angst.

Whereas Heather is burning through more AAA batteries than she can afford to. Constantly plagued with thoughts of leaving lipstick mark up Robin’s neck, teeth on her collarbone, what that husky voice would sound like wrecked and breathy in her ear.

It’s becoming a problem.

And the closer they get to the full moon the harder it is to be around Robin. The more she wants to just throw caution to the wind, bury her face in Robin’s cleavage and ride her thigh into oblivion.

But she can’t just do that, because they like the same shitty indie bands, and Robin’s rants about the film industry are the highlight of her day, and her laugh makes Heather’s heart do backflips, and…

She’s human.

Heather can’t just jump her and run, because she’s head over fucking heels for this girl, but she has no idea how Robin would react to the werewolf revelation, so… She’s stuck.

As much as Billy pokes fun at her, and lords his relationship with Steve over her, they both know he’s being just as much of an idiot as she is. The wolf isn’t something you can hide from a partner, not for long. Billy’s playing a dangerous game.

Then again, that’s kind of his thing.

Point is, by the time the full moon comes around they’re both miserable. Billy’s been moping around their apartment all day because he had to make a lame-ass excuse to Steve about why they couldn't see each other today. He’s been looking like a lost pup for hours because Steve pouted a little over Facetime.

Meanwhile Heather’s been binging shitty rom-coms on Netflix all day, wrapped around a sweater she stole from Robin last week. It barely smells like her anymore, but it’s all she’s got.

They’re not at their best.

The itch that comes in late afternoon, when the sun starts to make its way down the horizon, is almost a relief. It might not be pleasant but at least it’s a respite from being bored and lonely.

Around dusk they head out.

Putting on a pair of running shoes and shorts pretty much covers for the fact that two grown adults sprinting into the woods at night is suspicious as hell. Hopefully. No one’s questioned them yet, anyways.

Probably helps that they run on regular days too.

Heather stops at the tree-line and sniffs the air. Everything’s sharper than it usually would be. The earth, the clean, dewy scent of wet leaves, Billy next to her, a solid, warm presence, smelling like home, pack, friend, musky and comforting under the chemical scent of all the products he slathers on.

The wind picks up.

She sniffs again.

Kali and her pack are already here. Figures. They’re always eager to let loose, full moon or not. They get especially rowdy this time of the month.

Billy whoops, taking off into the woods with a grin. He must smell them too.

She runs after him, the wind in her hair, cool air needling some colour into her cheeks. It’s exactly what she needed after the day she had. Hell, the week she’s had.

Robin is, for the first time in weeks, not at the forefront of her mind. There’s nothing but the pull of the moon, the rush of adrenaline that comes with it. The thrill of the hunt-to-be.

She won’t be chasing anything but rabbits and her friends, but the buzz is the same. Without the crushing guilt afterwards.

“Always late to the party,” Kali chides when Heather and Billy crash through the underbrush into view. She’s standing in the middle of a clearing, hands on her hips and chin tilted like she owns the place. But her smile is warm, tone teasing.

Her pack surrounds her, grinning, as always, toeing the line between feral and friendly. If Billy wasn’t so relaxed around them Heather would be on edge. They’ve always made her a little uncomfortable.

Billy blames her upper-middle-class suburban upbringing, and...well, he’s not wrong.

They embrace their wolves a little too fully, every day of the year, always just a little lupine. All of them except Kali, who stays too human, even when shifted.

Dottie breaks from the group first, leaping forward and crashing into Billy. She’s tiny, werewolf strength be damned, and he barely moves when she hits, just wraps his arms around her to swing her around while she giggles.

“You stink, Spots,” Billy says when he puts her down. “When’re you gonna stop puttin’ that shit in your hair?”

“When it stops bugging you,” she snickers.

Funshine is next, slower about moving forward, more deliberate about his hug. Dottie re-attaches herself to Billy, trying to wrap her arms around both of them. It devolves into a cluster of the six of them, all scenting each other, hands in each other's hair, arms wrapped around waists, contentment rolling off them in waves.

Heather basks in it for a second, the feeling of pack. It’s soothing, like sunshine warming her face, like a tight hug from someone you love.

It makes the change easier when it hits, moments later. It’s not the agony it was when she was alone.

It still hurts. When there’s hair sprouting like needles pushing through her skin, gums bruising as her canines turn to fangs, of course there’s pain, but the ache is dulled.

She used to hate this part. The slipping away. Changing places with the wolf inside her and feeling it happen. It felt like being torn away and locked up in her own head. She fought against it every time.

It wasn’t until she met Kali that she realized— was taught— that fighting her wolf only makes it worse. She learned to relinquish control instead of having it taken from her. To sink into her own subconscious like a warm bath, relax into it and float away. Become the wolf.

She hits the ground panting.

Claws dig into the dirt. Running shoes get kicked off. They land somewhere in the underbrush. She can sniff them out later, they aren’t a priority right now.

A whine escapes her, pressure building at the base of her skull as the moon rises.

And then it bursts. Relief in technicolour.

She’s free.

Billy is beside her, breathing hard, a guttural growl ripping from his throat. Pungent, sour distress rolls off him in waves, hits Heather’s nose like a physical blow.

He’s always had trouble relinquishing control.

She nudges his arm. Rubs their shoulders together. Kali joins them, lays a hand on his back.

He relaxes eventually, agonizing minutes later, his scent softening back to friend. Pack. Good.

Around them Kali’s pack howls, pleased. Two of them take off, chasing each other through the trees, another follows, Heather listens to their footsteps grow fainter.

Then the wind shifts and brings with it a new scent.

Familiar. Sweet, smoky. Hints of spice. Unmistakably human.

It’s faint. Far enough away that she can’t hear the heartbeat that should accompany it.

But she’d recognize that scent anywhere.

Mate.

Her wolf howls, louder than it's ever been, drowning out what’s left of Heather and her awareness slips away.

--

The sun wakes her.

She blinks, eyes gummy, vision blurry from sleep, spotty as she adjusts to the light.

Something beneath her shifts.

Heather stiffens.

The sound of the woods around her she expected, the scent of dried sweat on her skin, dirt under her nails. But she also expected to hear her pack’s heartbeats, smell Billy nearby, the pack blending into an overwhelming but comforting blanket of warmth around her.

There’s only one heartbeat, pounding loud and fast against her ear. One scent. Earthy. Spiced.

And afraid.

Heather pushes back, scrambling away from the warm body under her, anxiety tying her stomach in knots.

“Robin!?” she squeaks, croaky from sleep, from the change.

“What the fuck,” is all Robin manages to say. She’s shaking, wide-eyed. “Heather, what— what the fuck!”

This is...bad. Very bad.

Heather can’t do much more than gape at Robin, her brain still trying to catch up to what she’s seeing.

She tries to remember what even happened last night but all she gets are flashes. The turn. Kali’s pack howling around her. The scent of smoke and spice on the wind, of—

Oh. Oh.

She’s always been a little overwhelmed by how Robin makes her feel. Felt it immediately. That connection. A desire to know her, get close to her, keep her.

It terrified her. That Robin is human, that she felt so strongly about someone she barely knew.

That she didn’t quite know why.

Well, she knows now. And somehow the truth is more intimidating.

Of course, her wolf doesn’t care about the risks. Didn’t care, when she sprinted through the woods to find Robin. To be near her.

She remembers bits and pieces. Robin’s quiet gasp when Heather leapt into view. The fierce protectiveness she felt when she smelled Robin’s fear.

Of course, Robin was afraid of her, so getting up close and personal trying to comfort her really didn’t help. Not that she realized that at the time.

She really should be worried about bigger things right now, but embarrassment colours her cheeks anyways.

Dumbass wolf.

Robin’s breathing is starting to sound labored, panic gripping her tighter the longer Heather is silent.

“Heather?” Robin says quietly, tentatively, eyeing her cautiously.

“Um…good morning?” she responds, grimacing as she does. It’s getting hard to look Robin in the eye.

“Really?” Robin laughs, breathlessly and without humor. “Really? Because I was supposed to be waking up in my bed right about now, and instead I spent the night here, not sleeping because I blind fucking terror isn’t a great sedative.”

“Robin, I—” Heather opens and closes her mouth a few times, still at a loss for words. “I’m—I’m sorry. Just— what were you even doing out here?” she groans, burying her face in her hands.

“Full moon ritual,” Robin snaps, “You know, meditating on— no, you know what,” she shakes her head vigorously, bringing up a hand to gesture at Heather, “I’m not the one who has some fucking explaining to do. What the hell, Heather?”

“I thought the whole,” Heather waves a hand, “Hairy and growling on a full moon...thing, was pretty self-explanatory,” she says sheepishly.

“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb, you’re no good at it.”

Heather blinks. Looks up at Robin, her flushed cheeks and the indignant downturn of her mouth. Despite the circumstances, Heather’s heart flutters.

She sighs. “Alright.” Robin raises an expectant eyebrow when Heather pauses to collect her thoughts. “We spend full moons out here to be away from people. Running on basic instinct around humans generally doesn’t end well.”

“Yeah, no shit. So why am I still alive?”

“I…”

There’s no way of explaining this and keeping her and Robin’s friendship intact. Even if the werewolf thing doesn’t put her off, you never drop the mate revelation on someone you’re not even dating.

Hell, Heather’s still trying to wrap her head around it. She can only imagine how it would sound to Robin.

“Just tell me,” Robin’s pulse is skyrocketing again, and she’s worrying her shirt sleeve between her fingers. The impassive look on her face is obviously fake, she can’t quite keep herself from chewing the inside of her cheek.

Heather watches Robin’s jaw work until she smells blood. “Stop that.” She lifts a finger to poke the side of Robin’s face, but Robin tenses. Minutely. Only for a second.

But long enough.

Heather drops her hand.

“I would never hurt you,” she says softly. “I couldn’t.” Robin blinks at her, and opens her mouth like she’s going to speak but no words come out, so Heather continues.

“When I turned last night, I— I know how this sounds but— I could smell you. You smelled like home. Like… well, the point is, I just… had to find you. The details are a little sketchy, I don’t remember much besides needing to be near you. But that was all it was, Robin. Even shifted I knew you. Knew not to hurt you.”

Robin’s heartbeat hasn’t slowed. Her expression is still shell-shocked, almost more than before. Heather’s heart sinks.

Her eyes fall, unbidden, to Robin’s chest. The visible pulse under her skin. “You’re still afraid.”

“I—” Robin clutches the front of her shirt reflexively, hand over her pounding heart, and then frowns. “You can hear it,” she says, accusing, and Heather recoils.

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it.”

“Heather….” Robin groans “This whole time you could hear my heartbeat?! And smell my— my pheromones, or whatever?” She buries her face in her hands. The tips of her ears are pink.

“It’s a werewolf thing! I—” Heather stops, face burning. There’s nothing she can say to make it better. No one likes knowing that someone can smell how long it’s been since you washed your hair, or how well you washed your hands, or exactly what you’ve been binge eating at 3am. It’s invasive. Took Heather ages to get used to it after she was bitten.

In fact, it still makes her uncomfortable. Enough that she tries to ignore what she’s smelling and hearing as much as possible, for the sake of people’s privacy. And her sanity. The walls of her and Billy’s apartment are very thin.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s weird,” Heather says quietly.

“Yeah. It is,” Robin mutters, muffled by her palms. She peeks through her fingers before dropping her hands into her lap. “Look, just… give me some time, okay? I need a nap. And a shower. And…” She sighs. Tugs on a lock of her hair. “Just give me a couple days. Please.”

Heather blinks back tears. She knows what Robin is asking for is reasonable. It’s better than how she could have reacted. But it still hurts, and a part of her that wonders if a couple days are going to turn into weeks. Months. If she’s just being polite and, in fact, plans on ghosting Heather the second she’s out of sight.

“Okay.”

--

Robin opens the door to her apartment with shaking fingers. There’s so much on her mind, though her thoughts are muddled by sleep-deprivation, foggy and unfocused.

Heather, hair loose and wild, eyes shining in the moonlight and fixed on Robin. She stopped Robin’s heart even before the revelation that there was something different about her. In the gloom it was hard to tell at first, but details started to stick out. Her eyes were glassy. Fingernails too sharp, jagged and curled into claws. She was barefoot, her posture was all wrong. Her hair brushed aside as she moved and revealed pointed ears, covered in thick fur.

And once Robin started to panic…

Heather’s reaction made no sense.

She has a lot to think about.

Like how devastated Heather looked when Robin told her she needed some space.

“Fuck,” Robin mutters, shutting the door behind her. Maybe a little too forcefully.

“Robin?!” Steve shouts from the next room. Before she can respond he comes skidding down the hallway and barrels into her. “Where have you been?” he demands, too loud and right in her ear.

He pulls back, hands on her shoulders and gives her an appraising look.

“And why are there leaves in your hair?” He pauses, and his eyes widen, full of concern. “Robin, are you alright?”

She struggles to come up with an answer that won’t sound like a blatant lie. And besides the fact that he probably wouldn’t believe her anyways, the whole werewolf thing isn’t her secret to tell.

“I. Um. I’m fine. Ran into Heather.”

You’d think growing up queer in a small town would’ve made her a better liar.

Steve raises his eyebrows. “Then why do you look miserable.”

“It’s…” she sighs, “Ask me tomorrow. Right now I need sleep.”

He frowns. Hard. Frowns with his whole body. But he nods anyway, albeit reluctantly. “I’m late for work,” he says, glancing at the clock on the wall like it’s personally responsible for his constant tardiness. “But I’ll call in sick if you want me to stay. No questions asked.”

That coaxes a smile out of her. His kindness still catches her off guard sometimes. Even after he moved to California with her when she got into uni out here. After she came out to him and he made her laugh, despite how terrified she was. After he got her through the horror of working at Scoops Ahoy.

She steps away from the door, clearing the way for him. “You don’t have any sick days left, dingus. I’ll be okay. Pretty sure I know how to take a nap without supervision.”

“Alright.” he eyes her carefully, “But text me if you need anything. I mean it.”

She nods, and tries to school her expression into something encouraging. He’s going to worry no matter what she does but she can at least try.

It doesn’t work, predictably. He leaves their apartment with a crease between his eyebrows and a lingering look at Robin before he closes the door.

“Fuck,” she mutters again.

Getting herself showered and into PJs takes longer than she’d like. There are so many leaves tangled in her hair she considers just shaving her head so she can go to sleep, and she keeps drifting off, lulled into a stupor by the hot water.

But once she’s comfortably buried under a mound of blankets, clean, warm, and so, so tired, she just lays there, awake.

She keeps replaying her and Heather’s conversation in her head, telling herself she should have reacted better, been better, not run off because...

See, the werewolf thing she probably could have handled. It’s ridiculous, and so fucking out there, but Heather’s still Heather. When she isn’t all wolfy anyway. And even that was weird but not a dealbreaker. She didn’t hurt Robin, just scared the piss out of her.

All Robin needed was to calm down a little to wrap her brain around it.

What she can’t handle is the fact that Heather, because of her fucking werewolf senses, most definitely knows exactly how attractive Robin finds her. Which is fucking mortifying.

Heather never struck Robin as the type to dance around a mutual attraction, so, clearly, it isn’t mutual, and Robin’s just been drooling over a girl who doesn’t want her. Again.

She needs a few days to lick her wounds.

Preferably starting with a goddamn nap, but sleep still eludes her.

She tosses and turns and tries not to think about sad, dark eyes. About Heather’s reassurances. I would never hurt you and You smelled like home, because what the fuck does that mean.

About Heather’s body curled around hers.

Needless to say, the countless times Robin imagined spending a night under Heather the context was very different, and the aftermath…

Robin groans into her pillow.

It takes her hours to fall asleep.

--

Two days later Steve has been reassured, Robin has gotten plenty of sleep, and she decides it’s time to stop moping.

Her decision to finally put pants on and leave her apartment is made only partially because she has to go to work. Really, she got to this point mostly on her own, promise.

She even sort of plans to talk to Heather today.

What she didn’t plan on was Billy Hargrove ambushing her before her shift.

She’s just barely tied her apron on when he comes storming in. The cafe isn’t even open yet.

“What. The fuck. Did you do,” he snarls, slamming his hands on the counter when he gets close enough, leaning forward to glare at her.

“Hargrove, it’s too damn early for this, what are you—”

“Heather, dumbass. Tell me what you did to her.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand. There’s a coldness in his expression she’s never seen before.

Granted, she’s only ever hung out with him when Steve is around.

The way his shoulders tense, like he’s ready for a fight, almost scares her, but she’s too busy getting angry at his belligerence.

“Fuck you. I didn’t do anything—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Something clicks into place.

“Oh,” Robin narrows her eyes, “You’re one too, aren’t you.”

Billy growls, a little more wolf than human. “Yeah, you got a problem with that? That what this is about?”

“No, oh my god.”

“Then tell me why Heather’s been a fucking wreck since the full moon. She said you found out about her, and that’s all I can get out of her.”

“I… don’t know?” Robin’s stomach flips, and clenches painfully. She tugs on a lock of her hair. “I asked her for a bit of space, that’s it. I was going to text her today.”

“You better.”

“Alright, calm down, Mr. Macho,” Robin says flatly. God, he’s just the fucking most. She’d almost be able to appreciate how much he cares about Heather, if his wrath wasn’t currently focused on her.

He glowers a bit longer before retreating. Not even a goodbye, he just storms off.

Asshole.

He’s right though, she needs to text Heather. Who’s been just as miserable as Robin, apparently.

And hasn’t told her best friend why.

That bit of information niggles at her. All through her shift it lingers in the back of her brain, hanging back but always there, like the buzzing of an insect she can’t find.

By lunchtime it’s gotten so distracting that she’s fucked up five orders and dumped two drinks on her coworker.

Thankfully she’s done at noon, and her now very annoyed coworker tells her to piss off the second her shift is over.

She hasn’t texted Heather yet.

Every time she pulls her phone out she draws a blank. Has no idea what to say. “Hey, I’m done moping, sorry I hurt your feelings” doesn't seem to cut it.

She stares at her phone for fifteen minutes, motionless and completely at a loss, then sighs and tosses it on the passenger seat of her car.

Before she has time to question whether it’s a good idea or not, she pulls out of the parking lot and heads to Heather’s apartment.

It’s only a ten minute drive, but it’s plenty of time to second guess herself. And third guess. And fourth.

But she’s here, she’s doing this. She’s sweating bullets, but it’s happening.

Two flights of stairs later she’s staring at Heather’s front door, fist poised to knock, and not moving a muscle.

She takes a step back in surprise when the door swings open suddenly.

Robin blinks.

Heather’s standing in the doorway, hair loose and frizzy, deep purple shadows under her eyes. It looks like she hasn’t slept in days.

Her mouth is hanging open a little, and she’s staring.

“Uh. Hi,” Robin says. “I… can I come in?”

“Yes. Yeah, of course,” Heather fumbles, and runs a hand through her hair as she steps aside to let Robin in.

They stand in the front hall awkwardly after the door shuts behind them, shooting each other nervous glances but unsure what to say.

“I—” Robin pauses. Looks down. “Is that my sweater?”

Heather’s eyes widen, and she grasps the hem of it nervously. “Um. Yeah. Sorry, I can—” She starts to pull it off but Robin reaches out to stop her.

“Don’t.” She wraps her fingers around Heather’s wrist. “It looks good on you.”

“...Oh.” Heather’s lips curl in a pleased smile that sparks something in Robin’s chest.

“I was being an idiot,” Robin says quickly. Her heart is starting to pound, and she catches Heather glancing down curiously. “I—I just assumed that—” She closes her eyes briefly, frustrated. It’s no less difficult to put into words in person. “Look, you know I’m into you, right?”

Heather startles, eyes going wide. “What?!”

“You…” Robin gapes at her, “You didn’t know? I thought— I mean, all those things you said about… needing to find me. During the full moon. I— you got my hopes up but then…Look, you can hear heartbeats and shit! How did you not know?!”

“I...” Heather grimaces briefly, “It’s not an exact science, okay? I mean, I hoped you were, but you’re human, Robin,” she folds her arms across her chest, hugging herself, “I was more focused on that.”

Robin furrows her brow. “What? Why?”

“Seriously? Because all I did was cuddle a little too aggressively and I scared the shit out of you,” her voice cracks and her eyes start to look watery, “You’re my mate, Robin, I’m bound to you for life! And I had no idea if you’d ever want to see me again!” She stops suddenly, bites her lip as tears slip down her cheeks.

“Oh.”

Robin’s feeling a little like she’s been conked on the head. Dazed. Her brain trying to catch up with what’s going on.

She’s known Heather less than a month and apparently they’re already werewolf married, or whatever the hell mate means.

It’s slightly terrifying, but…

“Heather, look at me.”

She does. Looks up at Robin with red-rimmed eyes, and Robin’s whole chest contracts.

Without really thinking she leans down, and presses her mouth to Heather’s. It’s brief, chaste, but still makes her stomach flip and warms her from head to toe.

When she pulls back Heather sways forward, unbalanced for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering.

“I want to give this a shot, Heather. I… I’m sorry I freaked out, but I swear, I want this. You. All of you.”

Heather grins in response, bright and dazzling. It lights up her whole face, and her eyes start to well up again. Seemingly at a loss for words she instead chooses to launch herself forward, colliding with Robin as she wraps her arms around her and crashes their lips together again.

Robin staggers back a few paces but regains her balance enough to respond in kind, smiling against Heather’s mouth.

She feels right, wrapped around Robin, feels safe. Like home.

[alo-piss-trancy]

hello! do u have any omo hcs for any mha chars? if not, that's okay :) btw some of the stuff u posted from a while back was from homestuck, just wanted to point that out ig- have a good day!!

To answer your other thing first, yeah I know hom/estuck! :D I never got super into the fandom side of it or even finished reading it unfortunately bc it's just SO LONG (I got up to some point in the middle of Act 4 or 5 I think? That was years ago though). I know the 4 kids and the first batch of trolls around their age (K/arkat and all of them) but once it gets to the older ones from that other timeline or whatever I got lost and only really know about D/irk and Ja/ke haha. I've still tried to avoid spoilers about the stuff I didn't read and the ending and such since maybe one day I'll have nothing else to read and finish it lol. The most interaction I really do with it nowadays is reading the occasional omo fic or looking at art because the piss side of that fandom was chock-full of quality content (and in some places still MAKING IT ) that I'm still working my way through.

But you didn't ask about that you asked about SUPERHEROES! SO HERE WE GO! :D

I've posted a few for certain popular chars like De/ku, Baku/gou, and Tod/oroki before (which I will reblog right after answering this in case you'd like to see those), so I'll do a few of my favourites this time!

M/ina (aka pink bae) :

* Pretty big bladder, but not a high tolerance for pain after a certain point. As soon as she feels a nagging urge she usually just goes instead of waiting. She can technically hold a lot/for a long time if need be, but it really bothers her and psyches her out.

* Drinks WAY too much soda. Not that it really affects her bladder, it's just unhealthy lol

* Very whiny and vocal when she needs to go. At first jokingly/to vent her annoyance, then if she's desperate enough it's solely to distract herself because somehow talking about it is easier than struggling in silence. Groans really exaggeratedly to show how annoyed she is.

* Super bouncy, like hopping up and down on her toes or bouncing in her seat in class/on the bus. Tugs the hem of her shirt down to cover or places her hands to the front of her bladder and presses while doubled over/bouncing on toes. You know that kind of stuff.

* Doesn't really grab her actual crotch unless dying. She'll press her knees together/grind her thighs though, or rut against the edge of her chair

* She tends to sweat/get flushed when super desperate/straining, and if she's especially nervous she might lose control of her quirk enough for her feet to slip in a light bit of acid. Usually she can keep the quirk under wraps even while bursting though.

* If she wet in public/in front of important people, she'd be pretty embarrassed and would take a few days to get over it. But if it's in front of friends she doesn't mind as much. It's still an uncomfortable experience but she can usually find a way to turn it into a joke with everyone instead of them laughing at her expense. She has a good sense of humor about it and hey, at least she finally got to pee.

* Will pretty much pee anywhere. Boy's bathroom, outdoors, a bucket, whatever. The only time she'll hesitate or refuse is if it's super gross.

* Has gone in the pool once to see if the rumor was true. Only once though.

* Probably doesn't have an omo kin/k, but is open to experimenting either way.

Toko/yami (birb boi) :

* Tiny bladder (like smaller than De/ku's). Gets squirmy shortly after a single juice box or small soda. Cannot get through drinking a large-sized drink without multiple potty breaks. Mostly sticks to water except for rare treats because caffeine goes through him so fast.

* Very self-conscious and shy because of said tiny bladder. Doesn't like looking weak or seeming baby-ish compared to his peers and def doesn't want to have to ask multiple times on long trips or classes, so he tries his best to monitor his liquid intake and sneak away when everyone is busy. This usually works out okay since he's so good at hiding out in corners/being quiet, but it's becoming harder now that he has /gasp/ friends who want to keep tabs on him or include him in stuff. He would low-key rather die than tell anyone he has to go at all, let alone if he has to go really REALLY badly. Dorm sleepovers will be hell.

* He isn't really pee-shy as far as public bathrooms go, but if he has to take an emergency pee outside or smth he has a hard time going, esp if he has someone with him trying to stand guard. Some people probably like to joke that because he's part animal he can go outside whenever he wants. That is Not The Case and it isn't funny

* Da/rk Shadow, on the other hand, gives no fucks and will try his best to force birdy to say something or blurt it out himself. Mostly at very embarrassing and inconvenient times with crowds, or hollering at everyone to wake up and move out of the way during said sleepover in the middle of the night when To/koyami is trying to sneak past the maze of sleeping bags to get to the bathroom quietly. Da/rk Shadow would be lying if he said he didn't get a bit of amusement from making birdy boi so embarrassed, but at his core he also does it because he's concerned the poor guy's gonna hurt himself testing his limits so often, and he would be even more embarrassed if he wet himself so HE'S DOING HIM A FAVOUR REALLY.

* Mostly fidgets with his legs. Lots of jiggling and partial bouncing and shifting weight from foot-to-foot. Crossed whenever he's sitting. Squeezing and rubbing thighs together, the whole she-bang. If he's alone and it gets this bad you can count on a full-blown potty dance.

* If he really has to keep up a good impression and can't afford to let anyone know, he can stop the fidgeting, but pretty much only by standing stock-still and straight and not really moving. His whole body ends up shaking from the strain though so it isn't actually that much of a cover

* If he's literally about to pee himself/knows he has to hold it for a LONG time with no other options he'll cave and hold himself really tight, but he seriously has to be on the verge of a full blown accident before he'll dare do this. Even around close friends he'd usually rather just try his best to keep his legs together and put up with the few leaks praying they don't notice.

* He leaks a LOT of tiny trickling leaks. He never loses control in one big gush, it just keeps dribbling out and he stops it for like half a minute and then it starts again, rinse and repeat each time more agonizing than the last until he finally loses full control and the rests hisses out.

* He tries to be quiet when desperate but the worse it gets the more he starts to let out little whimpers and moans, which can then devolve into incoherent rambling. By the time he's about to lose it he's basically Izu/ku levels of chatter, albeit much much quieter.

*When he does finally let go completely (whether that's in the bathroom or in his pants lol) he definitely has those fullbody pee shivers. You know the lil shudder all the way up his spine, complete with the softest little moan and his eyes slipping shut? His head feathers floof up for a second when he does it and it's adorable.

* If he wets he's going to be completely mortified. He doesn't cry (openly at least, his eyes will be watery), but he isn't as good at maintaining a stoic facade as Tod/oroki could. He's shaky and his words come off broken, he can't quite calm his breath hitching. Depending on the witness, he might try to BS an excuse to leave immediately and pretend it didn't just happen, not confronting them for several days until he's tracked down. Or he might break down enough to be unsure how to leave/end up staying to be comforted.

* probably doesn't have a ki/nk for it himself but would hold/wet for a partner. I don't care how edgy he looks he's 100% a SUB

* Da/rk Shadow would enjoy being the dom and even have birdy hold for him maybe, using his shadow powers to poke and tease at his bladder

Ts/u (froggy) :

* BIG bladder. Is that friend who never seems to have to pee no matter how long you've been hanging out. She also has a decent pain tolerance and keeps control fairly well. It takes a lot to push her into a state where she's at risk of wetting.

* Always well-hydrated. Always. Mostly water, juice, or tea, she doesn't drink soda very often. Doesn't mind it though and the caffeine doesn't seem to affect her much, but the fizzing's weird.

* She doesn't really give outward signs of desperation. She doesn't bounce around or grab herself. The most she'll do is press her thighs together, or cross legs if she's sitting. Usually she just tries to stand still and focus on keeping control, and will be less talkative. Usually she's very observant of her peers and the situations around her, so her classmates can tell something's up when she gets like this and keeps missing details or not joining conversations.

* Still appears pretty calm, even when bursting. You'd have to know her very well to tell that she's nervous.

* Not shy at all about asking/leaving to go when needed, unless it's an extremely formal or serious situation. Even so, if genuinely close to wetting she'd excuse herself or find a way to take care of it.

* If desperate during an actual hero mission, she would intentionally wet herself as soon as the need started affecting her performance. Pride isn't worth making errors and putting others' lives at risk, and taking time to find a hiding place/get out of her costume wouldn't be an option.

* No problem going outside or in odd receptacles, even around friends. She's not going to go out in the open, but has no problem going while someone keeps watch or asking for a bottle during a long bus ride.

* Pretty chill about going in water, but still has standards. In the shower/further out in the ocean where it doesn't affect people? Perfectly fine. In the pool or a closed lake where people are hanging out? That just makes you a jerk. River? Depends on whether it's a super clean stream or already gross, and where it leads to.

* No omo ki/nk to speak of. Pretty confused about it, but perfectly chill with giving it a try if someone asks.

Kyo/ka (earphone girl) :

* Average bladder. High pain tolerance. Can hold for a while longer if necessary, but she'll struggle/wet eventually.

* Not shy at all about leaving/asking, barring special circumstances. Not a fan about going in weird places/outdoors, but will if she has to. She'll gripe about it though.

* Doesn't get nervous so much as frustrated when desperate. She's the type to bang on the door to snap at someone to hurry up, or yell at the bus driver to pull over before she soaks their seat. Her squirming is mainly just leg crossing or jiggling when seated, foot tapping when standing. Lots of sighing/growling and grumbling to take her mind off of it.

* If she's genuinely close to losing control though or in one of those special circumstances, she won't be nearly as frustrated. Instead she gets unusually shy and quiet, withdrawing to the corner and trying to stay unnoticed while she squirms and whines under her breath.

* Will only grab herself once she's on the verge of losing it. This is when she gets truly nervous and starts to panic.

* Wetting is embarrassing no matter what, but her reaction heavily depends on the circumstances. Close friends can comfort her after some sulking and then she can kind of chuckle about it. Regular peers get some threats not to talk about it, then she'll withdraw for a few days before she can get over it. Strangers she just tries to get out of there ASAP and wants to crawl under a rock

* Probably has a pretty big omo kin/k (mostly seeing others desperate, but sometimes indulges herself), but she's super embarrassed about it. You'd have to work real hard to get her to bring it up/ask you to participate. If she can though, oh boy is she gonna be into it. She gets a real thrill out of the dominant side of it, teasing people and watching them squirm (she's a very affectionate dom so expect some kisses and hugs while she casually straddles your bladder), breaking down their defenses until they lose control just for her. She does love being the sub on occasion though, it's nice to be the one flustered and nervous/having to be coddled for a change since she's usually so chill and tough.

Ko/da (animal whisperer) :

* Average bladder despite his large stature. Not overly weak, not overly strong. Mild pain tolerance. Can force himself to hold on for an exceptionally long time if necessary, but will be much weaker and prone to accidents afterwards.

* Pretty dang shy about asking/leaving, and is also legit bladdershy in public restrooms unless they're completely empty. Usually holds it during classes and then slips back to his dorm room's private restroom during lunch hour. Once he grows comfortable enough around certain friends he can use their dorm/house bathrooms, but that still takes some coaxing and a lot of visits to ease into it.

* He actually has less trouble going outside as long as there's plenty of cover and nobody's around (like a forest or smth). Animals don't judge the way people do. It's definitely not his first choice, but between say, a campground public bathroom and the woods, he'll take the woods.

* While most of his classmates/teachers in 1-A have gotten to know him enough to understand most of his miming communication, when he has to spend time with other classes/teachers or strangers in town, it can be a struggle. He's much more hesitant to 'speak up' about his need in the first place, and even once he does they don't really understand at first and it gets really embarrassing (short of doing an actual potty dance or starting to leak they might not figure it out in time). Sometimes he just writes it down instead/types it on his phone, which helps, but he's so used to charade communication that half the time he forgets that's an option.

* He tries not to be too obvious about his need when desperate, but isn't the best at hiding it. He gets really sweaty and can't quite wipe the nervous expression off his face, and his body posture is really tense and shaky. To be fair, he looks nervous a lot of the time, so most people might not pick up on the exact reason unless they know him well.

* When it gets REALLY bad he starts to squirm a little, pressing his knees together or rocking on his heels, shuffling in his seat, or the classic 'both hands gripping the edge of the chair with legs on either side, but you're not actually grabbing your crotch so it isn't obvious right?'. Any further and he'll do the actual crotch grab and a full potty dance, complete with tears budding in the corners of his eyes and little whining hums and whimpers.

* If he wets, he will be completely humiliated. Horribly ashamed, trying to clean up the mess but with no idea how, crying and on the verge of panic. That's all just alone. Have it happen in front of friends or in public and it's even worse, because now they're all gonna think he's a baby and not cool like them and he doesn't know whether to keep apologizing/crying or run away to hide forever.

* Luckily he's pretty easy to comfort once people try. He won't learn to laugh about it or anything but if people convince him they aren't mad or gonna make fun of him, he can meekly accept the offer to hang out or go back to join whatever group he left once he's cleaned up and had time to decompress.

* Doesn't really have an omo kin/k, but is a big sub with a humiliation kin/k so he could go along with it for his partner. He kinda likes the whole squirmy, blushy side of it and all the comfort and spoiling he gets afterwards uvu

Pi/xie Bob (blonde kitty teacher from the summer camp arc) :

* I actually don't have many for her since she was only in a few episodes, I just think she's really cute and cool

* Probably pretty good bladder capacity and strength to hold. High pain tolerance and endurance

* Would wet during a mission to avoid making mistakes bc she's a professional and isn't that embarrassed in the moment, but she thinks it's kinda gross and will shower ASAP afterwards. Also because her group is kind of idol-esque so there's a reputation on the line.

* Will go outdoors without much fuss if she needs to, but definitely prefers more civilized accommodations. You know she's got a nicer private bathroom than whatever general camp one the others have to use. Pros get privileges.

* Bounces/whines a lot when desperate and kind of paws at her crotch without really grabbing it. Lots of leg crossing and wriggling/hunching over. Only when by herself or with her close friends though. If she's in Pro-Hero mode trying to make good impressions or teaching camps, she can mask her needs remarkably well to focus on the task at hand. She forgets what she's saying periodically or has a shakier smile, but that's about it.

* FYI those giant cat paw gloves make getting a decent grip on her crotch imPAWsible

* Wetting is kind of embarrassing but she's also super relieved so it kind of balances out. Unless it happened live on tv or smth she'd probably be able to get over it pretty quickly. In front of any camper students she'd be embarrassed on the inside, but not let the flustering show. Instead she turns it into a teachable moment.

* Could have an omo kin/k or could not. We don't know a ton about her so I like flexible hcs.

[sweetnestor]

ylh extra #4 | the spicy challenge

May 2017, just after Bella’s birthday

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“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier and we are back with another challenge! Only this time, it's just me and Bella!”

“Hi,” I greeted to the camera.

“It's only the two of us because everyone else-” Mark pointed to Ethan and Tyler, who were behind the camera with Amy and Kathryn. “- is too scared to join us.”

“Ya bunch of pansies,” I added.

“See, Bella just had a birthday,” Mark continued as he placed a hand on my shoulder, “so in honor of that, we're going to be eating a bunch of different peppers and hot sauces.”

I couldn't help but scoff.

“What?” Mark asked, already fired up. We had been going head to head all day.

“He's lying to you!” I said to the camera. “Mark is just mad that I can eat a habanero without crying and he can't!”

“We're all mad at that,” Ethan spoke up.

Tyler, Kathryn, and Amy agreed.

“Okay -” Mark suddenly cut himself off as he looked at me.

I returned the eye contact, wondering why he just stopped. We looked at each other up and down, and then it clicked. We were both wearing red flannels.

“The one time you don’t wear black, and you steal my brand?” Mark asked, mock exasperated.

“Listen, I was feeling extra queer today,” I said as I fixed my collar. “And I’m probably gonna end up taking it off, depending on how this goes.” As soon as I said it, I realized how it sounded.

Tyler and Kathryn were cackling. Amy and Ethan were not so amused. This was weird. This was a weird situation.

“Because we’re eating hot peppers and I’ll sweat! Ya fuckin’ nasties!” I snapped.

“Yeah, it’ll get hot and sweaty in here!” Mark added before going back to the task at hand. “Okay, as you can see, we have several sauces and peppers laid out.” He gestured to the counter, where several small bowls of peppers and bottles of hot sauce sat. “We're gonna start with the least spicy thing and work our way up. You nervous, Bellaboo?”

I was surprisingly good at hiding how taken aback I was at the old nickname. I honestly had no idea if any of our viewers knew about the names we used to call each other. If they did, then this would be quite the throwback. Again, this was weird.

“Nervous is my default setting,” I replied with a smile. “I am excited, though!”

The first thing we tried was my very own recipe of habanero salsa. Mark seemed to think it wouldn't kick as hard since there were multiple ingredients to diffuse the burn, and he was partly correct. That was why we tried it first.

“This is actually delicious,” he said as we munched on some chips. “We're gonna put this aside to eat later.”

“If we don't burst into flames first,” I added.

The next small bowl contained long, thin, red peppers. This will sound weird, but they reminded me of childhood. If they were dry, I would have chowed down immediately and remembered the time my godmother fed them to me. I mean I still remembered with a grimace, anyway.

“Now this is the Bird’s Eye chili,” Mark explained as he held up the bowl. “It is one hundred thousand Scovilles, which is actually less than the habanero.”

“You mean they’re not called chiles rojos?” I asked stupidly as I was offered one.

Mark looked at me. “You’ve had these before?”

“I ate these as a child.”

“Of course you have!” Mark took a chili as well and then we clinked.

One bite was all it took for me to feel it. This was not childhood. I feigned my confidence, though, because Mark pretty much lost it and it really pissed him to see that I was not reacting dramatically.

I sucked in a soft breath. “It hurts a little bit.”

“A little bit?” Mark paced around the kitchen, struggling to cope with the flavor. After several minutes, he was able to introduce the next item. “Our first sauce…” He was speaking with a lisp, and he paused to take a breath. “Our first…Bella, if you please…”

I picked up the small, brown bottle with the yellow label. “Blair’s Possible Side Effects Hot Sauce. Aww, it comes with a cute little key chain!” I pointed to the skull on a small chain around the neck. “I’m keeping this, I want to remember this day forever.”

Then, we grabbed a chip each and dabbed some sauce on them. Mark and I clinked again and then we set ourselves on actual fire. Yeah, this one burned more than anything I had ever tried.

“Oh jeez,” I said once I had eaten the chip. I had my mouth open with the tip of my tongue sticking out.

Mark was crouching down on the floor. He let out a strangled, agonizing groan. He breathed quickly in and out, much like I was doing.

“Are you guys ready for your milk?” asked Tyler.

“No!” Mark and I snapped in unison.

“I could do this all day,” I said as I put my long hair up in a ponytail. Just like I had predicted, I was starting to sweat. “What's next?”

“I'm not ready!” Mark groaned.

Eventually, it was the Devil's Tongue, which was 125,000 Scovilles. Then, Red Savina: 350,000. It was getting worse. My eyes started to water, and my bowels were starting to fight back. I stared up at the ceiling to prevent my eyes from leaking, which was all to entertaining for our witnesses.

“You laugh, but my foundation was fifty dollars!” I told them, wanting to yell but I was afraid it would make my bowel move in ways I didn’t want it to. “Someone come wipe away my tears, I can't touch my eyes!”

Ethan quickly came over with a tissue and dabbed at the corners of my eyes. When I was able to look straight again, I pulled off my false eyelashes and put them in the palm of his hand.

“Take these, remember me when I'm gone,” I said mock dramatically.

Mark's shirt was stained with sweat, snot, and tears. He had been incoherent since the Devil's Tongue, so he just pointed at what we were going to eat next.

“I love how calm you are,” Ethan told me with a laugh, “while Mark is just dying…”

I would have laughed too, had I not felt like actually shitting myself.

“Why aren’t you suffering?!” Mark managed to cry out between breaths.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon,” I replied as my stomach ominously churned. Despite those words, I still took off my flannel, letting my sweaty armpits breathe by placing my hands on my hips. “It’s hot in here, right?”

“Cry!” Mark yelled. “React! Do something!”

“I’m dead inside.”

“Okay, okay. We’re skipping to the last one. This one has a story.”

I recognized the sauce that came in a coffin. I smiled and looked at Mark, despite how much my mouth was suffering.

“This is what started the whole thing,” I said, holding up the sauce. “A couple years ago, Mark used this in a video, I’m sure y’all have seen it. Later that day, he put this in my fucking food and let me eat it.”

“I told you what was going in your food!” he justified. “I didn’t trick you! I didn’t bamboozle you!”

“Five! Million! Scovilles!” That was the closest I got to yelling around these people.

“You didn’t die!” Mark argued with a shrug.

“Your intention was to turn me into ash! And I didn’t! I actually enjoyed it, and he was upset by it!” I told the camera. “Story time: Markiplier tried to kill me!”

“Now Bella’s gonna take a shot of this!”

“Dude, I’m on the verge of diarrhea. No way.”

That was a surprise to everyone in the room. Ethan and Tyler burst into laughter.

“Okay, fine,” Mark said, “I’ll take a shot of it.”

“You’ll burn a hole in your throat!” I warned.

It took a surprising while to talk Mark out of damaging his esophagus. He settled for each of us taking three drops of the sauce. In an unceremonious fashion, I twisted the cap open, and the smell made us both cough.

“Fucking Christ!” I exclaimed. “I forgot how powerful this is!”

“Here we go,” Mark grumbled as he dripped some sauce onto a plastic spoon.

“See you in hell,” I said as I got my own spoon of death.

We took the drops at the same time. The minute it hit my tongue, my life flashed before my eyes. I had a moment of realization…this was a mistake. My bowels were screaming and crying. My throat burned. Mascara went down my face.

Mark threw his head back, his face scrunched up in pain. He gestured for the milk, which Tyler gave him. Pretty soon, I gave in too and got my own quarter gallon. By the end of it, Mark and I were sweating, crying, and chugging so much milk that it would make us vomit later.

“I’ve seen the afterlife and it sucks!” I groaned, my tongue sticking out of my mouth. Milk was dripping down my chin.

“What happened to loving spicy food?” Mark asked with a sneer.

“I like it in moderation, you fuckwad!”

“So anyway, that was the… the Let's Drive Ourselves to Insanity Challenge!”

I scoffed. “I don't need peppers to make myself go crazy.”

“Okay, Edge Queen! This was the Spicy Challenge!”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Alpha’s pup; Owen Grady x child reader

This was my first random x child reader of Owen Grady that came to me after reading so much son fics but saw little to no daughter fics at the time. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope this fills u all with fluffiness :) Some swearing but still child fluffiness included.

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Through the thick jungle and vegetation a small pig walked through the thick leaves seemingly happy sniffing around for any food, completely unaware of what was awaiting him. Soon a blue raptor jumped out and began to chase after the pig snapping and roaring. Soon 2 more came out ambushing it leading it to the right before one more came out from the thick leaves and soon all four of them were chasing after this pig.

Once they reached an opening free from thick leaves and shrubs, a voice cried out.

"HOLD!!" Making the raptors stop and the pig safely ran into a safe door as it closed. The raptors panted and growled frustrated that they didn't catch their lunch when the voice cried out again.

"HEY!!" The raptor's all looked up at the catwalk above them to see their Alpha calling out his orders. "Okay, eyes on me!" While three of the raptors kept their eyes on their Alpha the blue one didn't seem to look for long. "Blue!" He pressed down on his clicker and just before he could call out her name, a younger female voice cried out.

"Blue!" The raptor known as Blue looked up at see her Alpha's daughter (y/n) standing right by her father's side. "Listen to daddy!" Blue then softly rumbled but looked at her Alpha and obeyed. Owen looked down at his daughter surprised but then went back into Alpha mode as he then cried out.

"Charlie, hey! Don't give me that shit! Delta, lock it up!" Once all the raptors were calm he praised them as he pressed down on his clicker, "good! And, we're moving!" As Papa and I walked towards the bucket that held frozen rats, the raptors followed us with their eyes locked on us, while every now and then snapping at each other and hissing. 

Once we reached the bucket papa then called out again. 

"Whoa!" The raptor's then calmed down as soon as they were all situated then praised, "that is good! That is damn good!" He pressed on his clicker as he went to grab a rat. "Very good, see Charlie! That's what you get!" He tossed the rat to the light green raptor Charlie who caught it in her mouth and ate it. "Echo, here you go! Delta!" He tossed two more rats to the brown raptor Echo and the darker green raptor Delta who both jumped up for their rats.

It was then Papa turned to me and picked me up and I got out the last rat for our favorite girl. 

"Blue!" Papa called out to get her attention as she looked up at me to see me holding her treat for her. "This one is for you!" I called out before tossing it and Blue caught it and began munching on her treat. Daddy placed me back down on the catwalk then called out to the girls. "Hold! Eyes up!" The raptor's waited then softly raised their heads still eyeing their Alpha before he gave their command to leave. "Go!" At that command, the raptors left roaring and hissing. Soon some of the workers began clapping at the successful training for the day, it was then Uncle Barry, my daddy's assistant and best friend came up to him and the two of them hugged each other as Barry congratulated him.

"You finally did it!" Owen smiled then turned towards me and said.

"However you young lady, are in trouble".

"What did I do?" I asked. Daddy smirked mischievously then ran towards me and picked me up before I could have a chance of escape and held me close to his chest playfully growling and tickling me. I shrieked and giggled begging daddy to stop as he teased me.

"You think you can overstep your rank over the Alpha just because you're my daughter? Think again baby girl, now taste your punishment!" I continued to laugh as his scruffy beard also tickled my face as he also blew raspberries into my cheek. Soon he finally stopped and said to me, "you know you could've ruined a good training session".

"Daddy, it was already a disaster in the making, Blue is so rebellious you're lucky she listens to me".

"Oh is that how you wanna play it young lady?" He then threw me over his shoulders making me yelp and bang on his strong back to put me down. He swung side to side while I was still on his shoulder as I soon saw the girls coming back out and seeing me like this was embarrassing.

"Daddy stop please! This is embarrassing!"

"You girls seeing this! Get a load of your sister now! This is what happens to girls who don't behave!" The girls soon bounced their heads up and down making sounds that almost sounded like laughter while the workers also softly chuckled at our antics.

I grumbled then pouted refusing to struggling letting my dad know that I was upset.He stopped and set me down knowing then I turned away from him crossing my arms over my chest "hmpfing" at him.

"Oh come on (y/n), you know it was all in good fun". He knelt down beside me trying to get me to look at him but again I turned away hmpfing again. "Come on baby girl, don't be like that. You know I'm crazy about you sweetheart," I turned away from him again as he tried to turn on the sweet talk. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry sweetie, and as soon as we get home I'll make you your favorite ice cream, (f/f/i/c)".This peaked my interest.

"With chocolate syrup?" I wagered.

"With whipped cream and sprinkles on top".

"Okay you're forgiven".

"Hey, that's my girl". We hugged each other tightly.

"Owen!" A familiar voice cried out. We separated from each other as "Bad Man" Hoskins came walking up to us.

"Sweetie, why don't you go with Barry to check on the girls while I deal with this clown". It was more of an order than a statement. I had known what Hoskins wanted from my daddy's raptors and he and I don't like it.

Not. One. Bit.

But since I'm only 7 years old I can't really talk big like my daddy so he deals with it and has me go with Uncle Barry to watch and observe the girls from another part of the enclosure. While uncle Barry and I soon left my daddy and Hoskins to talk, I knew daddy would be mad for awhile and want to stay longer and be alone for a bit, sometimes I worry about him, I mean he's my daddy, he's the only family I got.

Soon Barry left to back up my father so he told me to wait around this one spot of the catwalk where I was close enough to see the girls but still high up to be safe incase they go rouge.It was then chaos erupted.

The pig had somehow gotten out of it's confinement and one of the dumb new-trainers cried out.

"PIG'S LOOSE! PIG'S LOOSE! PIG'S LOOSE!!" he took the lasso leash to grab the pig but Echo suddenly came out of nowhere and grabbed the pig and pulled with so much force it dragged not only the worker down, but me down as well since he hadn't looked to see me standing there.We both fell into the enclosure but as soon as I landed and hit my head on the ground I passed out not moving as blackness took over my vision.

*3rd Person POV*

As Owen saw this horrible sight of his daughter falling into the enclosure thanks to the idiot intern's carelessness and the fear of his raptors spotting a chance of two easy meals, Owen quickly acted and ran up to the gate to first try and get to his daughter since she wasn't moving at all and would be an easy target. He panicked as he ran up to his daughter to try and protect her.

But what was shocking to everyone was that Blue, Delta and Charlie didn't approach with predator instincts toward (y/n), but slow, cautious footsteps.

Blue was the first to finally arrive at (y/n)'s unconscious form. She softly sniffed her and gently nudged her head only to find it not moving. She nuzzled her hand again no response, when Delta tried to come over, Blue hissed at her defensively almost like she knew her young Alpha pup was wounded and didn't want anyone to hurt her anymore than she already was.

It was then Owen appeared in front of them and ordered them to get back, but the girls all hissed at him defensively as Charlie and Delta picked up on their Beta's order to protect the Alpha's pup, even from the Alpha himself.

"Blue, stand down. Stand down!" Blue snapped her jaws defensively. "Hey! HEY! What did I just say!?" As she hissed Delta began to circle around, hoping to try and pick up the unconscious (y/n) and get her somewhere safe. "Delta! I see you! Back up!" Delta hissed as he tried to keep as much distance between them and his daughter as possible. 

He refused to allow them any closer to his daughter.

"Now, I know you all are probably thinking the same thing, but I'm ordering you all right now. Don't. Come near. My daughter! Is that understood!" Blue, Charlie and Delta hissed but obeyed as they slowly back up but still kept their eye on the Alpha pup.

When Owen was satisfied that they understood the circumstances, he immediately knelt down by his daughter and gently touched her back whispering.

"(Y/n), (y/n). Can you hear me baby girl? Speak to me please! Please show daddy you're still here". Owen began to think the worst possible outcome. For 15 unbearably long minutes there was no movement from (y/n) until she began to stir. Owen gasped softly and the raptors soon took notice of movement from her.

*1st POV*

When I awoke, all I felt was the most agonizing pain from my shoulder. I couldn't speak nor could I move so I did the best thing I could do was cry out in pain.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm here, I'm here daddy's here now". Hearing my father's voice made me feel slightly happy but the pain was still agonizing. I then heard daddy command out. "Blue! Don't you dare! Back up!" I was afraid that Blue and the others were probably just waiting to eat me since I appear so weak and helpless in their pin. "Don't cry sweetheart, I'm here now, daddy's gonna get you help okay? Let's get you out of here". I slowly felt him pick me up and hold me carefully in his arms as I faintly looked to see Blue, Charlie, Delta and Echo all looking at me with what seemed like worried expressions.

The next thing I knew, I blacked out again.

When I woke up again I saw nothing but white, and the sound of beeping from a machine. I took notice that I was now in a bed so I must be in the emergency room, to my left was my papa sitting on a chair leaned up against my bed sound asleep.

"Daddy?" I softly whispered to him. Seeming to hear my voice he awoke from his sleep and when he saw him he let out a sob of relief as he leaned his head against my hand which was held in his giant hands.

"Oh thank god (y/n) you're awake". He kissed my hand then asked me, "how are you feeling baby girl?"

"It—it hurts". My father looked at me with pity eyes of sadness and said.

"I'm sorry baby. The doctor said you busted your head and shattered your left shoulder pretty badly. Oh honey I am so sorry, this is all my fault if I hadn't sent you with Barry none of this would've happened".

"It's not your fault daddy. I don't blame you, I love you daddy".

"And I love you (y/n), so, so much". He leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead lovingly. "Hey, get this,"

"What?"

"Just before I could reach you, Blue, Charlie and Delta didn't take advantage of your unconscious state".

"They didn't?"

"Mm-mmm" he shook his head no. "Blue actually sensed that you were in pain and forbade any of her sisters from coming near you, soon they all started protecting you as I tried to make them back up".

"Really?"

"Yep".

"But I was easy pickings for them, why did they try to defend me?"

"Because I'm their Alpha, and you're my daughter. That makes you the Alpha's pup. And seeing you hurt triggered them to become defensive and protective to anyone that they think would do you more harm, even me". I never knew that the girls would actually want to protect me when I could've easily been a meal to them.

I'm so proud of my girls.

I yawned softly then daddy said.

"It's late munchkin, you should get some sleep, you've had a hard day". He stroked my cheek as I asked him,

"Daddy, will you stay with me tonight?" He smiled warmly then got himself comfortable in my hospital bed and held me like a cracked porcelain doll with my head resting on his chest above his heart with his arms wrapped around me in a protective yet gentle hug.

"Don't you worry baby girl, I'm not going anywhere". He kissed my hair then began softly humming a lullaby to help me get to sleep. Soon I closed my eyes and fell into a relaxed, calming sleep.

*Extended ending*

I was let out of the hospital 2 days later with a sling and my head wrapped up in bandages and even though daddy still allows me to go and help with the girls, I was forbidden to ever go up on the catwalk again because the doctor said should it ever happen again I may not be so lucky next time. So I always watch the girls from the cage watching them run around and train, once they pleased my father they even came up to me chirping happily that I had come back.

"It seems the girls missed you". Daddy said as he came up behind me as the girls all paced around the other side of the cage and even trying to come through so they could nuzzle on me.

"I missed them too". Blue especially came up and lowered her head downward towards me softly purring and sniffing my scent. I slowly raised my hand outward and Blue immediately placed her nose against my palm purring lovingly. Soon Delta, Charlie and Echo wanted to be stroked and accepted by their Alpha pup that's when dad ordered them to head on out and soon they left the cage doors and took off running back into the thick jungle of their enclosure. Daddy picked me up carefully in his arms and I hugged him with my good arm and kissed his scruffy cheek and said.

"I love you Alpha daddy".

"And I love you, my little Alpha pup".

[thesquiddygirl]

20 Questions

TW for some blood and broken bones. This is a story I wrote on how Google had met Alia, Iris and Sam. Hope you enjoy~ hopefully the format doesnt mess up qwq

“W-w-welcome. P-please s-state your full n-names.” The three women stared at the Android that was standing upright in the middle of a room.They were confused on how something like that was in it, as well as surprised that it had sensed their presence. What they didn’t notice was that the door automatically closed behind them the minute they stepped in, encasing them with the rather advanced technology. Upon closer inspection they noticed that the Android looked.. Completely human. It had black fluffy hair that parted to a side and glasses, wearing a blue shirt with the letter “G” on it. It also had a male body structure and was.. Quite tall and muscular. The only thing that was out of the ordinary were the eyes. They had a BSOD look across them, no sign of pupils or irises at all. It was as if it was experiencing some kind of error, which explained the stutter in his voice.

The three stayed quiet and glanced at each other in confusion, dumbfounded on what to say.

The android spoke again, this time more sternly. “P-please state your names.” “...Uh.. Iris McKline.” “Alia Duvval.” “Samantha SunVaughn.”

The Android stayed quiet for a moment, his body completely still. It was as if he was paralyzed from the neck down, and the only thing he could move was his head as it turned slightly more towards their direction. From how quiet it was, the three heard a soft hum that emitted from his body as if he was processing the information.

Then, he spoke again.

“G-G-Greetings. I am Google I-I-IRL. My primary o-objective is to answer q-questi-ions as quickly as p-possible.”

Iris couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow as she noticed thow stiff he was standing as well as the lack of movement, clearing her throat. “Yo, gotta question- can you move or anything?”

Google turned his head toward her, his fully blue eyes staring blankly into her own emerald green ones. A chill ran down her spine as she stared into them, now having that unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something.. Didn’t feel right.

“I am u-u-unable to mo-o-ove, for my softwa-a-are is i-in the mi-iddle of a-an upgra-ade. Sadly, the u-upgrade is r-rather long a-and has develo-oped a few e-e-errors, making me p-paralyzed at this time.”

Sam let out a soft noise, making Iris and Alia now glance at her. She seemed upset at what he said and had that sad puppy-eyed expression as she just stared at him. “Is there anything we can do to help?” She asked as she dumbfoundedly went close to the other.  “Sam-” Iris began to say, feeling herself tense up. She began to walk towards her but stopped as she was cautiously close to the android. He was a giant compared to her; She was just below his shoulders! Then again Sam needed help to open cabinets.. But his height was still unsettling.

As well as that emotionless tone he had as he answered Sam’s question.

“U-Unfortunately, there is no o-option or r-r-route to help m-me in my state a-at this time. A-Although, I would L-like to a-ask you three l-ladies s-something: Would you like to play ɬῳɛŋɬყ զųɛʂɬıơŋʂ?”

Red flags immediately popped into Alia and Iris’s heads as he said that last sentence. It didn’t have a stutter and the last two words sounded more glitched. Alia quietly went to the door as he seemed distracted by Sam’s ogling, trying to open it but now realized that it was locked tight. There was no way out.  “Iris.. I have  bad feeling about this.” She finally muttered softly to her friend. Iris couldn’t help but to nod in agreement as she instantly walked next to Sam. Sam didn’t seem scared or anything. In fact she seemed more excited, as if it didn’t click in her head how bad the situation was. Iris grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to step back as she side-eyed the android. The glare wasn’t returned but.. She could have sworn she saw a small smirk twitch on his lips for a second. Alia went next to Sam as well as she answered his question, fidgeting with the end of her scarf, “I-if we can get out of here afterwards, yes.”

A smile was across his lips as he tilted his head. It had seemed to be oddly genuine, but the two girls knew that it was hiding malicious intent.

“P-Perfect! Now, Question one for McKline….”

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The questions he had told them were simple math problems and basic knowledge. The three got through them all with a breeze, but Alia and Iris still felt that something was wrong. The more questions he asked, the less he had stuttered… and Iris could have sworn she saw his arm twitch. She still held onto Sam’s shoulder just in case, who was peering up at the android with bright, innocent eyes. The small smile was still across her face as if she wasn’t terrified that he towered over her so easily. He returned the gaze and it was still blank… it was so hard to determine what was going on in his mind but Iris wanted to let him say the last question so they can all get out of here.

“Last question.. For Sunvaughn. Does anyone know that you three are here?”

There was no stutter at all as he said that, but his voice was cold and piercing as he peered down at Sam. Sam felt her own heart jump as he spoke, now having a feeling that something was wrong as she felt Iris pull her back a bit more. “Uh… well… not really no..” She hesitantly replied, but still forced a small smile.  

He smirked back and a notification sound was heard from the room, making the three now jump in surprise.

“ʊքɖǟȶɛ ƈօʍքʟɛȶɛɖ.”

His eyes became static for a second before they showed two bright, electric blue irises. He raised his hand moved his fingers, seemingly to test out if he could move them. “...Thank you three for occupying my time while I was waiting for that horrendous update. Unfortunately, I cannot let you three leave.. Since you all seem like perfect subjects to test out my new features.” He said blankly as he walked towards Sam, the expression in his eyes now turning into murderous intent. Sam squeaked softly and Iris forced her to be behind her and Alia. “Like hell you are!” She shouted as she went to grab her shoe. In what seemed like an instant though, metallic wires sprawled from his back and shot straight at her arm, going through it with ease. It was so fast that three couldn’t comprehend it until Iris let out a strained scream as well as blood now beginning to drip. The wires that were through her arm quickly coiled and tightened around and an electric shock went through them towards her body. She screamed louder and tried to pull away, her body jolting from the electricity. She began to flail and kick but Another set of wires went around one of her legs, ever so easily forcing it to go at an odd angle.

A chilling snap was heard as well as another agonizing scream.

Sam stayed quiet as she saw her friend practically get mangled, specks of her blood on her white hoodie. She felt her heart race and she stepped back more, looking around quickly and trying to come up with a plan. Alia on the other hand raised both of her hands, about to summon a spell so they could all be safe. She however got disrupted when she heard the sickening thump of her friend getting thrown against the wall as if she was a toy. Alia glanced, seeing that Iris was unconscious and barely hanging on from the amount of pain. Her body convulsed from the electricity and her arm was bleeding badly. It looked like something from a horror sci-fi movie. Before she could even finish her spell, the wires now went around both of her wrists and easily snapped them, making her let out a scream in pain. Google just smirked darkly as he forced het to be close to him. Alia just trembled violently and whimpered, trying her best to kick as well or even say a spell. With his hands he grabbed her scarf and tied it around her mouth, making some of the fabric go into her mouth so she couldn’t even speak. Then he effortlessly made his wires throw her against the back wall harshly, another thump as well as muffled groans in pain being heard. He examined the two women who were practically knocked out, or incapable of moving as he then took his attention to Sam, who was trying to unlock the door. 

She felt her heart race as she felt his dark gaze, using her body to try and break the door down. She yelped when she felt some of the bloodied wire go around her neck and yank her away from the door and raising her towards him. She began to squirm but felt the wire tighten and hurt her neck. “This makes my secondary objective MUCH easier now.” He snickered out as some of new wire pierced through her shoulder, making her grit her teeth as she tried not to scream. She felt her warm blood dampen her hoodie from the wound and then let out a slight noise as she felt another wire skewer her other shoulder. Then her thighs, and then she saw a final set of wire aim for her chest. “I must admit, you three did help me figure it out. So I really must thank you.. But your lives are insignificant for me. I’ll be sure to find a nice shallow grave for you to rest in.” His voice was cold as his eyes just glared into her own. Sam just whimpered and trembled now, feeling the pain throughout her body.

Then she… smiled. “W...wait.. I have a question.” She managed to say, already wincing from the pain of even talking from the grip of the wire. Google immediately stopped his actions, pausing as he tilted his head. His pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was transfixed. He was listening intently, “...What is it?”

Sam just smiled more and trembled, her eyes being bright again and full of life, despite not even knowing if it was going to work.

“What’s zero divided by zero?”

Silence rang in the air and in an instant the wires went back to the other, making Sam fall with a thud. She winced in pain and curled up, seeing what was happening. Google stayed quiet, his body twitching as he was trying to figure out the question. The wires went back into his back and he tried to speak, but it became glitchy and distorted. He tried to move towards her in anger but his eyes widened when a loud pop and fizzle escaped from his body, and he stood limp. He shorted himself out from the question!

Sam just stared at the other and laughed weakly, kind of relieved that she did it. She managed to get up and take a deep breath, going to the droid and caressing his cheek. He was extremely hot, but Sam noticed that his eyes said “REBOOTING”. That might take a while thankfully. She just pat his cheek before going to Alia and ungagging her. In an instant Alia shouted out a spell, making both of her wrists healed. “Oh god.. Oh dear. I have to heal you and iris quick and then I can break the door down alright?” She quickly said as she forced Sam to sit down and check her wounds. All Sam could do was give a small, innocent smile and a slight shrug, wincing in pain.

“...He ruined my hoodie.” “SAM.”