#someone hit me with brick please. or i'll do it to others

[circus-k]

their nonexistent dynamic is so funny to me chris thinks they pals and josh just thinks he CRAZYYYY

heyyyyy😏 josh🤙🤙🤙

josh voice. hi😐.

[bi-writes]

can we have like a pov of like what MOB would do if something did happen to simon..? luv you!

mail-order bride

your tea is cold when you pick it up to drink it. it burns you, how cold it is, and you cough a little as you set it down, grimacing as you wipe your lips.

maybe it's just one of those days. the rain is hitting a little too hard against the window. the cats have been restless. the dark one shredded your yoga mat by clawing at it under a doorway, and the orange tabby managed to knock over all of simon's plants from the windowsill (which you frantically put back inside their little pots--would plant murder be his last straw?). you left a red shirt in when you washed the whites (you apologized to all of simon's white tees), and when you noticed holes in your favorite sweats in a pattern that matched a cat's claws, you called it a day and decided to make tea (another fail).

you rub your pounding head, taking a deep breath, but you aren't given long to count down from five when your phone begins to ring.

you pick it up, not recognizing the number, but you put it to your ear as you get up to boil more water.

"hello?"

a throat clears on the other end. "do i have mrs. riley 'ere?"

you frown, leaning your hip against the kitchen counter as you turn a burner on and put the kettle over it.

"uhm...yeah. this is she," you say finally. you look at the clock; it's late, much too late. "who is this?"

"this is john. ah...captain john price, ma'am."

you clench your jaw, closing your eyes. "um...i'm sorry, i...what can i do for you? simon's not--"

"we had to call for medevac," john says lowly. "ahh...should be headin' into surgery soon. i--"

"wait--what?" you cough a little, shutting the stove off, and you're scrambling as you make your way to the bedroom. he's talking again, you realize, but you can't hear what he's saying. your eyes are moving around the room, and you frantically start to pull drawers open, grabbing a sweater, jeans, actual clothes to put on. you shed your pajamas, hopping as you slide your jeans on, and he's still talking, but you still hear nothing.

you run into the dresser, the furniture rattling, and you let the phone go, realizing you can't see because there's tears blurring your vision. you wipe them away, looking around for your purse, and when you realize what this is, an emergency--right?--you head for the bookcase in simon's study.

you toss a few books down onto the floor, your hands shaking as your fingers curl around the spine of a leather bible. you set the book down on simon's desk, flipping through the pages before you find your prized paper nestled between the pages of the book of john.

you head back to the bedroom, picking up the phone again, and you shakily dial the number that's on the back of the card. you take a seat on the bed (because where would you go anyways?), and you close your eyes as you wait for someone to pick up.

it rings for too long. you gasp a little, clutching the phone tight, and you beg for someone to pick up, please, please, please--

"'ello?"

"johnny--" you hiccup, standing up. "johnny, he...he told me--"

"wha--who--" on the other end, johnny shouts at someone to get a move on, "--bleedin' christ, who is this?"

"it's me," you whisper. "i'm...simon's--"

"ach...fuckin' hell..." there's a long, deep sigh on the other end. "oi, lass, listen, he's alright--"

"he's...b-but someone said surgery."

"right, i..." he sighs again, and you hear a door shut on the other end. "ye sit tight, luv. i'll come get ye, okay?"

you sniffle, wiping your face, "just tell me he's gonna be okay. tell me i'm worrying for nothing."

johnny chuckles a bit, and the sound soothes you just enough. "gonna be alright. lad's fuckin' dramatic, i'll tell ye tha', big brick fuckin' stepped in front of--"

"okay, johnny, please don't tell me how simon almost killed himself and get your ass over here, okay?" you snap, and johnny halts his laughing.

"right, yeah, forgive me." you hear the rattle of keys. "'m coming."

"mrs. riley?"

your head lifts up. you blink the sleep out of your eyes, rubbing them gently, and there's a petite woman in scrubs smiling at you with her mask hanging around her neck. you have two sergeants at either side of you, captain price settled leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. you have a blanket around your shoulders, and when you slip it off, johnny takes it from you gently.

"you can see him now."

you get to your feet, and when you pass simon's captain, he tips his hat at you respectfully. you hurry and follow the doctor down the hall, and when you see simon's name scribbled on a makeshift sigh on the wall, you eagerly pick up the pace until the door is opened for you.

he looks peaceful laying there. the monitors beep quietly around him, little wires and tubes falling around him, and you let out a breath when you see him blink those dark eyes awake blearily.

"tha' an angel?"

you start to cry. "you're such an asshole."

you come close to the side of the bed, taking his outstretched hand, and you clutch his big hand to your chest. you curl his hand into a fist, pressing your face against the back of his hand, kissing his knuckles there gently. he uncurls his fingers and wipes at your tears gently, shaking his head.

"gave ya a right scare, didn't i?"

"yes, you dickhead," you sniffle, and simon chuckles lowly, wincing a little as he clutches his lower stomach. you use your foot to bring the chair behind you closer, taking a seat in it as you look up at him. he turns his head to face you, giving you a pained smile, and you let out the breath you've been holding since johnny came to get you. "what's the matter with you, simon?"

"shit happens."

you try not to roll your eyes, but the anger is not lost on simon. he squeezes your hand gently, his eyes flicking up to the clock, and he grimaces when he realizes it's nearly six in the morning. you must have been here all night, waiting for him.

"is this how it's gonna be?" you ask in a whisper. when he meets your eyes again, it's more difficult this time. what you're asking isn't predictable. it isn't a straight answer. and if he gives you anything that isn't the truth, it feels like a lie, and he can't do that to you. "w-waking up in the middle of the night? hoping that the call isn't...that...hoping that--"

"not that simple," simon interrupts gently.

"well, make it simple, simon," you say firmly. even through your tears, your voice doesn't shake this time. "make it very simple for me, then."

simon purses his lips, and for the first time since you've met your husband, he hesitates. he doesn't have an answer, at least a good one.

"don't wanna lie to ya, swee'eart," simon murmurs, and you stare right back at him.

"then don't."

he sucks on his teeth, looking away, and you tug on his hand, pulling his eyes back to you.

"look at me, simon," you say, and he looks sad. he's going to tell you something that you won't want to hear. he's going to tell you something that's been the truth since he enlisted, a reality that never bothered him until he realized he had a responsibility to keep a roof over your head. there's someone waiting inside of his house. there's a place that's waiting for him on one side of the bed he shares with you. there's someone else's shoes always next to his, and someone else's name that will always be beside his own.

family.

he has a family.

"i'll try and keep ya outta here," is all simon murmurs. you smile at that. it's a promise, but he won't lie to you. always honest, your husband. he tells you things as they are. he doesn't pretend. everything with simon is the truth as he presents it, and it's eerily comforting, even if the truth isn't one that you like.

"i love you, simon," you whisper, and when you touch his face finally, the sting of the gold of your wedding is a welcome distraction.

he vows to make this the last time you see him this way. nothing is worth seeing that face of yours like this--tired, disheveled, the angry crease in your brow. you're not meant for these things. for the waiting, the crying, the worry, it's not a life he meant to give you.

for a moment, he wonders if you'd ever ask him.

will you hang it up for me? will you leave for me?

the most terrifying part, he realizes, is that he isn't sure of what his answer would be. and he isn't sure of what you would do if he told you no.

[pellucid-constellations]

Angstober 🎃

Prompt: "What's Wrong"

A/n: Hi surprise! I've decided to do some drabbles for angstober!! They won't be every day and it will be very informal, but I feel like this is a great opportunity for writing! I'll be making a masterlist for these drabbles soon. Enjoy!! :)

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“What’s wrong?” 

His voice was broken, anguished. You were sure you’d never heard the tone before, the way the words cracked over each other and crumbled into a rasp. 

Nothing was wrong. Nothing felt wrong. 

“Please, what’s wrong?” he tried again, and somehow those words hit you harder than the first time. 

Nothing was wrong. Nothing hurt. But—you thought, as words refused to pass the parting of your lips—nothing was right either. You were stuck, immovable. You felt hands on your face, and there was still the ache that blossomed in your chest as Bucky’s voice echoed there, but there was nothing else. You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t move. 

“Baby, come on.” The hands on your face were moving in untraceable patterns, rushed and illogical. “Come on. Come on, please.” 

How did you get here? There wasn’t a clear path. You’d been alone, there had been darkness, and then there was this strange, stagnant air that refused to leave you. You’d been alone for such a long time. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you. We found you, baby. We finally fucking found you. Please snap out of this. Tell me how to help you.” 

You weren’t sure if this unbearable pain invading your lungs would be livable long term. You weren’t sure how to follow Bucky’s request. You were seeing him but you weren’t. He was talking to you but he was really talking to a brick wall. 

There was another light in the room, a door opening and more footsteps echoing in whatever chamber you had found yourself in. How long had that door been closed? Days? Weeks? Bucky would tell you if you had the capability to ask. 

“I love you so fucking much. Please. Please.” 

“Barnes, we can’t take her like that.” 

The deeper voice was alarming—recognizable but distant in your memory. You preferred the gentleness of Bucky’s tone. 

“To hell with whatever Shield expects me to do here,” Bucky seethed, eyes never leaving you. “We’ve been looking for her for over a year. You really expect me to leave my girl hooked up to this thing?” 

“She’s gone, Sergeant. No life signs reported on the scan. No activity.” 

That wasn’t true. You were hearing everything. Some part of your consciousness was still here. 

“Her heart’s beating. She’s there. Get someone. Help her,” Bucky demanded, the breath from his words on the skin of your face. He was so close and you could do nothing about it. 

“That’s all she has left. Hydra’s had her hooked up to this machine for months with no brain activity other than what they’ve created. We can’t bring her back to the tower, Barnes. She’s already gone.” 

A cry—no, a sob—reverberated against the stone walls.

No. No. You weren’t gone. You were screaming at them but no sounds were escaping you. You were here, you could feel Bucky’s lips as they trembled and pressed to your temple. What scan were they reading? It was wrong. 

“No,” Bucky denied with thick, heavy words. “No, Fury, you can’t say that. You don’t get to say that to me. I’ve made her my top priority since the moment she went missing and it’s been like pulling teeth getting help. I finally get someone to pay attention to me and you give up? No.” 

You were being compressed now. Bucky was wrapping himself around you, coveting you as if you were a possession he needed to protect. You wondered if it was due to the finality in Fury’s tone—if there was something you were missing. Something you couldn’t see.

“Barnes, there’s nothing we can do. She’d be a danger if we got her out of here.” 

Another kiss was pressed to your skin, damp this time, tears soaking into your cheek. They weren’t yours. You weren’t sure if you could cry anymore. 

“I’m not giving up on you,” Bucky whispered against your ear. More footsteps entered the room. “You’re gone, so am I.”

So much noise. 

The small, echoing chamber erupted into a cacophony of uninterpretable noises. 

And you couldn’t see, but something was wrong now. You would tell Bucky as soon as you woke up. 

[darkpuppysuit]

Happiness

HybridAU- BTS- OT7- poly!ot7, Hybrid!bts (minus Seokjin) x Hybrid!reader

6.5k Words

Fluff and crack pretty much.

WARNINGS: Hybrid abuse, mentions of s*xual content, slightly bloody, one mention of "the devils lettuce" oh and cursing duh.

Uh nothing else I don't think?

Lmk if I missed something.

Run, run faster, don't stop fucking running.

Those are the only words that ring like a broken mantra inside my head as I sprint down the empty sidewalk in the dead of night, for what reason is a hybrid running alone at this time of night?

I'll tell you.

I was once a present for a little girl of a wealthy businessman about five years ago, everything was going great for me at first, the girl and I were friends she loved me with her whole heart, my adoption certificate was even in her name, she was my whole world after I had just turned twenty and the adoption was set in stone.

Her father let her adopt a hybrid strictly because most of them were good with kids and he thought of me as some glorified babysitter but not even a year later my little girl was diagnosed with brain cancer and she passed away on her birthday the following year.

Her mother couldn't even look at me without crying remembering all the fun times the three of us had together, like the summer picnic we had at a local park for my adoption day or the movie night we had after Christmas had come and gone, laughing and throwing popcorn at each other when a food fight started on screen.

The father on the other hand is a nasty man, back door dealing drugs, guns and ammo, you name it he gave it to you for a high price whether that be information on his competitors or cold hard cash, while the face of his business was a hybrid rights center, bunch of bullshit if you ask me.

He started coming into my room a month after his daughter passed away, a drunken fool but who was I to tell him no or get away from me? I couldn't do jack shit I had to sit there and take the punches and the slaps of the whip he brought into my room the same night.

He would yell at me for killing his daughter at the beginning then he started blaming me for everything that was wrong in the world using racial slurs and hybrid slurs in a means to get under my skin so I would lash out at him, giving him another reason to punish me.

He would starve me half to death because I was too big for a hybrid that was meant to be small and frail, unable to provide or protect herself, most of the time I wasn't even allowed to leave my room but tonight was the final straw.

I couldn't take the years of abuse anymore so once he was passed out in the bed next to me I used it as my chance to escape, putting my clothes back on as quickly and quietly as I could before silently running downstairs and out the door.

The cool spring air sent a chill down my spine, I closed the door gently and started walking out of the rich neighborhood I once called home and down the first alleyway I could find which was my first mistake.

I rub my hands up and down my arms hoping to keep myself somewhat warm cautiously walking forward and looking over my shoulder every now and again to see if someone was following me when I hit a brick wall, no, brick walls don't growl like that.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" The mystery man roughly grabs me by the shoulders and yanks me in front of him with a disgusting smirk on his face his scent reeks of shitty cigars and marijuana with a hint of wood rot. "She looks like one of those rich bastard's hybrids look at what she's wearing, not to mention that diamond studded collar she's got on." Another hybrid stands in front of my shaking form flicking my sensitive ears causing me to squeak.

"Awe would you listen to her? Do it again Max she seems to like it." He chuckles darkly before the other man flicks my ear again causing me to hum due to how sensitive my ears were. "Please s-stop I don't-" A fist meets my already starving stomach causing me to fall into the grime and garbage below me.

The hybrid that was previously holding my arm kneels next to me, his horrid scent filling my nose and I clamp my hand over my mouth but it was so pungent I could taste it in the back of my throat, I damn near threw up.

"Give us your collar bitch and we'll call it a night." He demands, I couldn't bring myself to let it go not now, it was the first present my little girl gave me when she adopted me, it's become the last physical memory I have of her.

The thin hybrid grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks my head back exposing my throat and only now do I notice that their both bear hybrids, shit. "You heard him squirrel hand it over and we'll let you get away with your life."

I have no idea what to do so I take a short glance around me and find an old pipe and lunge for it, swinging it at them connecting with one of their heads. "You're gonna regret that rat!" I don't give either of them enough time to scramble after me as I'm already out of the alleyway.

Those events are what have led me to a suburban area filled with houses with two very pissed bear hybrids running after me, tears filling my vision but that doesn't stop me from running, my legs however are about to give out from under me at any given moment and I don't feel like becoming their next meal.

I dip into a strangely large, random backyard and hide in the bushes at the back of the house in an attempt to catch my breath. My body shivers and shakes with every breath of air I take. A short minute later the bears catch up to me and my body goes into overdrive and I pass out.

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The morning sunlight shines through the sheer curtains into the large bedroom when an alarm clock starts screaming and the blanket on the bed starts to shift slowly with a few grunts and groans to accompany the body that moved to turn the alarm off and slink out of the tangle of other bodies in the bed.

"Why so early hyung? Come back to bed." In reality it wasn't early at all not to Seokjin at least. "It's only eight in the morning bun, not even as early as it should have been, let go of my leg."  He quips trying to shake the bunny hybrid off of him without waking the others.

He successfully manages to escape his grasp almost falling before he saunters the length of the floor into their shared master bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Another person starts to move out from underneath the pile of warm bodies, actually face planting onto the floor with a loud thud followed by groan.

"Fuck, that hurt." The coyote hybrid groggily drags himself off the ground to his feet, looking around for his boxers and a shirt to wear downstairs to make some coffee and maybe a quick breakfast for his mates. 

He jogs downstairs pulling an oversized old tee over his head towards the kitchen and turning the stove light next to the coffee machine on, getting it started as he pulls three mugs out of the cabinet above his head. "Good morning my love." The coyote hybrid sleepily preens at the nickname as he hands the panther hybrid his mug, taking a sip of his own. "Morning Yoons, did you sleep good?" The hybrid grunts as he slowly shuffles towards the breakfast nook, sitting in the corner facing the window. 

"Honestly Hobi, I could've slept better if someone's foot wasn't wedged in my fucking ribcage all night." He grunts when the sound of heavy footsteps causes his ears to perk up and swivel around to listen to his younger mate trudge down the stairs.

"It's not my fault you always end up at the foot of the bed after sex, kitty cat." The wolf hybrid greets him with a peck on his forehead before moving over to the bar located at the large island in the middle of the open kitchen giving Hoseok a morning kiss on the lips. 

"It is so your fault, you have the longest legs I've ever seen on a hybrid, big oaf." Yoongi quips glaring at the walking oak tree of a hybrid. Before any of them could get another word out Seokjin comes down the stairs in his snazzy navy blue suit.

"Morning my boys." He says happily completely unaware of the small fight that could've happened had he not walked down the stairs when he did. "Coffee on the porch? It's nice out this morning." Seokjin greets each of his mates with a quick kiss before grabbing his mug out of Hoseok's hands and starts towards the sliding glass door located at the edge of the living room.

They sit out on the nicely decorated porch for a few minutes, sipping their coffee in near silence. It was peaceful birds were chirping away, the warm rays of the sun shining down on them. Yoongi finished his coffee a few minutes ago so now he's resting his head on his older mates lap with his eyes closed soaking in the morning sun rays.

Hoseok sits on the opposite side scrolling through his phone while Namjoon sits across from the three of them reading a book set in medieval times complete with a damsel in distress and a brave hero come to save the day, you know that classic cliche.

The wind blows gently across the patio, causing Hoseok to sniff the air for a moment before pinching his nose shut and opening his mouth disturbing the quiet morning. "Do you smell that?" He continues to sniff the air around him, taking a whiff of Seokjin and Yoongi as he stands up from his perch, his ears flicking in every direction trying to locate any sound and the awful smell of burning pine, wilting lavender and cigars? 

"Yeah I smell it too it's killing my fucking nose." Yoongi complains making no effort to get up from his spot on the outdoor couch nuzzling his face into Seokjin's stomach to hopefully mask the odor with his sweet scent of bubble gum and vanilla. "Whatever it is we have to find it and get rid of it before the other three wake up, you know how sensitive Jungkook's nose is." Seokjin quickly finishes his coffee nudging a half asleep panther until he moves off his lap to help look for the source. Even though he didn't have a sense of smell like his mates, that didn't stop him from helping them look. 

All four of them look around the open yard first, checking the nearby tree line and flower patch just on the other side of the house before Seokjin takes it upon himself to sift through the flower bushes located next to the porch, pricking his fingers on the thorns a couple times before he spots something small twitching deep within his pink rose bush.

"Hey I think I found something! Namjoon I need your long arms!" Seokjin yells for the wolf that comes running to his mates side, he points down into the rose bush with his nose holding the branches and flowers out of the way so he didn't accidently crush any of his precious roses. 

Namjoon gently puts his hand down to reach for the small creature pulling it out and looking it over. "What the fuck is it? A chipmunk?" Yoongi and Hoseok stand next to the others when Taehyung, the tiger hybrid, walks out of the house letting out a loud sneeze as the sun hits his face causing the four of them to flinch at the sudden intrusion and Namjoon to almost drop the tiny animal.

"Why are you guys yelling? It's so ear- what is that?" He points to the small lump of fur in Namjoon's large hands. "We don't know but it's still breathing, granted the breathing is shallow but it's breathing nonetheless." Yoongi responds almost flatly, taking the tiny animal out of the wolf hybrids grasp before he could accidently crush it, bringing it up the porch steps and inside the house. 

The bunny hybrid practically leaps into Seokjin's arms with his bright bunny smile and messy bed head, rubbing against his neck. "Good morning to you too love bun, watch out I need to get to the medicine cabinet."

Seokjin pats the muscular bunny hybrid on the back before gently pushing him out of the way, laying down a clean dish towel so Yoongi could put the weak animal on it. "What's going on?" Jimin, the red panda hybrid, asks rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"It looks like a sugar glider- is it a hybrid?" Taehyung levels his eyes with the towel the panther hybrid set the animal down on. "Safe to say so, I mean, sugar gliders aren't exactly common around here and it looks pretty beat up too. But don't touch it, could have rabies or something." Yoongi mumbles his warning and the room falls silent when Seokjin comes back with a first aid kit, opening it up to clean a few cuts he could see and wiping the blood off of its fur. 

The animal squeals when the small alcohol soaked cotton bud meets the first cut but that's the only sound it makes as Seokjin backs up for a moment only to come back and finish cleaning it up. "It's so cute." Jimin coos at it gently stroking it's back with his index finger when it's eyes shoot open and it bolts forward fumbling off the marble countertop and towards the upstairs.

"Fuck! Someone grab it!" Yoongi yells as it slips through his fingers for a second time.

All seven of them scramble around the living room lurching forward to grab the slippery creature before it bolts upstairs and out of sight. "Way to go panda! What did I say? Don't. Fucking. Touch. It." Yoongi growls at the hybrid pronunciating his last sentence with authority causing Jimin's ears the flatten against the top of his head. "How was I supposed to know it would freak out like that hyung?" The panther rolls his eyes as he stalks upstairs with Namjoon and Seokjin in tow.

The three of them spend half the morning looking for the hybrid and Seokjin has to call into work for the day. Even Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook start looking for it after being berated by the panther hybrid.

Yoongi glares at the red panda hybrid every time he crosses his path, Jimin keeps his head down his cheeks a light shade of pink, the only time Yoongi has ever looked at him like that was when he was being a little brat in bed and even then it was a little scary. "Hey guys? I think I found it."

Everyone bolts towards their shared bedroom to meet the wolf hybrid standing at the end of their bed pointing upwards to the canopy above it, they can see a small round shadow sitting in the middle. Seokjin is the last to arrive as he just got off the phone with the law firm he works at.

Looking upwards he swats the wolf hybrid away from the edge of the bed quietly calling out to the sugar glider. "Hey it's okay honey, we won't hurt you we just want to help, please come down baby." He coos in hopes his soft words will convince the animal to come down, the others gather around the bed as the small shadow shifts over to a bedpost looking over the edge for a solid minute.

"That's it sweetheart be care-" Seokjin doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before it jumps off and lands in Jungkook's soft curly black hair between his floppy bunny ears with a thump that's barely audible. "Oh my god! Jesus fucking Christ on a stick! Warn me next time, squeak or something." Seokjin grasps his chest crumpling his dress shirt in his hand like he just had a heart attack leaning against Namjoons chest and the wolf scents the top of his head wrapping his older mate in his arms trying to calm his frayed nerves. 

"I think it likes me hyung, it's so cute! Can we keep it?" Jungkook beams with a bright smile as Taehyung attempts to lift the petrified sugar glider from his head but it grips onto Jungkook's curls tighter causing the tiger hybrid to pull his hair by association.

The bunny doesn't seem to mind probably because he's used to his long curls being pulled on. "I don't know Kookie, we have to see if it has an owner first but, for the time being I guess it's staying on your head because it doesn't seem to want to move." 

Seokjin ends up making it to work albeit few hours late but he gets there nonetheless leaving his six mates to deal with the new hybrid in the house until he can find out if it has an owner or not.

Meanwhile, at the house everything proceeds as normal well, minus the sleeping hybrid that has moved from Jungkooks curls to the hood of his jacket. "I hope Jin is able to keep the glider, it's cute and seems to like cuddling just like bun does." 

Hoseok rests his head in the palm of his hand as he watches their youngest mate play video games with Taehyung in the living room from the island in the open kitchen. "I hope it does have an owner, one less mouth to feed." Yoongi groans crossing his arms against his chest he's not exactly angry with the mysterious hybrid that just appeared in his mates rose bushes last night he's more along the lines of apprehensive for lack of a better word.

"Careful Yoons, jealousy is so not your color." Jimin chuckles patting the older hybrids leg he's been laying on in the breakfast nook for the past hour. "I'm not jealous of the damn thing, just annoyed." He growls pushing the panda off his lap and onto the hard floor.

"Hey, that hurt!" Jimin pouts crossing his own arms looking up at the panther from the cold tile floor. "Then don't say stupid shit." He quips back a small smirk forming on his lips as Jimin picks himself up off the floor and onto one of the barstools at the end of the island in the kitchen with a huff.

"Would it be so bad though? I mean granted we don't know if the hybrid is male or female but does it really matter at the end of the day? There has to be a reason you guys found it shifted into its animal form this morning." 

While that was true, hybrids didn't normally shift into their animal counterparts unless it's willingly or by copious amounts of stress on their bodies, the reason this helpless little sugar glider made it into their mates bushes either last night or early this morning was something the hybrid would have to tell them when it felt safe enough to do so and that could take anywhere from hours to weeks, maybe even months.

"We just have to show the glider it's safe here with us that's it." Namjoon chimes in shrugging his broad shoulders and making his way to the fridge for a fresh glass of orange juice pausing for a moment when Jimin tells him what Yoongi did to him just a minute ago asking the wolf kiss his elbow to make it feel better only for him to blow on it.

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A few hours have gone by and the glider has been on full alert the entire time running around out of pure survival instincts and the once calm household turns chaotic as all hell breaks loose when the damn thing makes it to the ceiling fan a good foot or so farther off the ground than the bedpost from it's prior freak out.

"What the hell did you guys do this time?" Yoongi shouts at nobody in particular because they were all just sitting in the living room quietly watching a random youtube video when the poor thing ran out of Jungkooks hood scratching the back of his neck in the process. 

"What do you mean? We didn't do anything! It just started wigging the fuck out!" Hoseok yells back as they all stare up at the fan hoping, praying even, that the heavy breathing sugar glider doesn't fall off of the fan blade as it slowly spins around.

"Did we get too loud? Maybe that's the problem, it doesn't like loud noises." Jimin proposes as he cautiously watches the scene above him with a towel at the ready to catch the hybrid if it does end up falling.

A few more minutes go by with all six of them keeping a close eye locked onto the fan above them, even talking in hushed tones to be extra safe. Even Yoongi is internally freaking out for the safety of the glider that's practically knocking on death's door, with one slip of it's tiny paw it's a goner for sure.  

Seokjin walks through the door of his home toeing off his shoes next to the messy pile by the door, with a deep sigh he starts putting the shoes back on the rack, after he was done he barely puts his keys into the bowl on the table in front of him before he hears Namjoon yell.

"Fuck! No don't-" His sentence cut short followed by a hard thud and muffled groan which causes Seokjin to mentally say to hell with it  dropping his briefcase and coat onto the floor sprinting into the open living room to find his mates looking a little worse for wear and Jimin laying face first on the carpet with a towel stretched out in his arms, located within said towel is the ever troublesome sugar glider. 

"I thought it was going to sleep all day, what the hell happened while I was at work?" He scans the room, looking between his six mates before Yoongi angrily snaps at him, something he hasn't done since Seokjin found him in an alleyway beaten half to death all those years ago. "Your little chaos squirrel happened! It won't stop going haywire at every single loud noise! It just jumped from the ceiling fan for fuck sake Jin!" 

Yoongi yells pointing from the fan to the panda hybrid who is now sitting up curling the towel around the trembling glider. "Well I guess you'll be happy to know that she has owners who are very worried and want her home as soon as possible! No more chaos! Are you fucking happy Min Yoongi?"

Seokjin snaps using Yoongi's full government name as his eyes start to gloss over. The fact that he thought screaming at him would get anything done hurt his heart but what hurt him the most was knowing exactly who her owner is, a disgusting old man with a nasty habit of using hybrids for his own gain or worse his own perverted desires.

The house goes quiet, so quiet in fact you could hear a pin drop and it would still be too loud, the seven of them almost forgetting about the small creature tucked away in Jimin's arms. "Jin baby, I'm sor-" Seokjin raises his hand and Yoongi stops talking before he even begins, walking over to Jimin whose ears lay flat against his head with his tail wrapped tightly around his waist from all the yelling, holding onto the towel for dear life. 

"Chimmy, hand her over, she needs to go home." Seokjin holds his hands out waiting for the panda hybrid to hand the glider over to him but he refuses to release her. "Can't she stay one night? Her scent is rancid Jinnie, she's terrified and started squirming in my arms the second you mentioned her owners. Please, just one night?" Jimin all but begs at Seokjin's feet to let her stay, he didn't even know her name or her story yet the pink haired hybrid clearly wasn't ready to let her go just yet. Seokjin puts his hands on his hips with a long sigh pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just for tonight then she goes back to her own home." He says through gritted teeth, the panda hybrids eyes light up and he opens the towel unable to hide his excitement. "Did you hear that glider? You get to stay even if it is just for tonight!" He exclaims his tone somewhat sad, though the glider hardly moves until she catches a glimpse of the bunny hybrid and his soft off white floppy ears quickly jumping from the towel and running straight up his muscular body, into his long curly hair nuzzling into the base of his ears causing him to thump his foot repeatedly on the ground, laughing happily with his big bunny smile gracing his handsome face.

Later that night after they had eaten take out from a local pizzeria and fed the glider some fruit which she happily scarfed down so fast Seokjin thought she was going to choke. They're all laying in bed quietly huddled against each other for warmth, the sugar glider is happily tucked away within Jungkooks hood once again, letting out the softest of purrs.

"Jin?" Yoongi whispers into Seokjins ear as he nuzzles his nose onto the nape of his neck, his mate doesn't reply right away and keeps his back turned to him. 

"Baby please, I said I was sorry." The panther wraps his arms around his mates middle giving him a light squeeze causing the older man to chuckle. "I know honey, it's just- I happen to know her owner-" Seokjin pauses to roll over and face Yoongi tracing shapes onto his bare chest as Yoongi's jet black tail curls around his leg.

"Her owner is a no good backstabbing motherfucker, gets what he wants how he wants jackass, overweight perverted bastard that the firm just can't seem to pin down."

Yoongi stares at him for a moment, never has he heard such colorful words to describe a human leave his gentle mates mouth in rapid succession like this, it was actually kinda hot, though he wouldn't say that out loud not at the moment anyway.

"You out of all of us should know what her home life is like with scum like him." Which of course he did know, Yoongi came from a home similar to hers, some rich fuck wanted an exotic hybrid only to use and abuse him for years until one night when he finally let his animalistic instincts take over, almost killing the man and his wife in the process which caused him to be beaten bloody by his thugs and thrown onto the streets to die. 

"I wish you would've told me that earlier." He says calmly pulling his mate closer laying his head onto his toned chest. "You didn't let me get a word in before you started yelling at me." Seokjin whispers and sheepishly looks up at the panther who is already staring down at him.

"I said I was sorry baby, please don't tell me you're still mad at me because I don't think I can take it much longer." Feigning pain rather dramatically like the tiger or coyote hybrid would have, he receives a light slap on his shoulder. "You're too serious to be this dramatic Yoons. Leave the theatrics to Hobi and Tae will you?" Yoongi flashes his gummy smile before giving his mate a rather long apologetic kiss before turning the light out behind him.

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Early the next day Seokjin wakes up to the sound of snoring rather than his shrill alarm, it was Saturday and the sun was shining right into his eyes as it rose up into the warm colored sky.

He untangles himself from both the panther and wolf hybrid who had wiggled his way against his back sometime in the night, standing to his full height and rolling out his broad shoulders he makes his way into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and his doing his skin care routine.

Once finished he walks back to the bed to take one last look at his lovers, his mates, all curled onto the bed before he leaves the room only something was different, a tuft of hair to be exact, a bright color he's not used to seeing laying in his bed cuddled into Jungkooks chest with his arms curled tightly and protectively around her shoulders under the covers.

He steps over to the opposite side of the bed and pulls the blankets back a little causing her to shiver and the soft, slightly pointed ears on top of her head to twitch at the unwelcomed cold air that hits her hot skin.

Seokjin freezes hoping he didn't just wake her up but he relaxes once more when her head turns a little giving him full view of her face. He could tell she was young no older than twenty-three maybe, her sun kissed skin held a few tiny constellations on her cheekbones, her pouty lips were dry and cracking in the corners from dehydration and her obviously once chubby cheeks were sunken in like she hadn't been able to eat anything for days, weeks maybe.

What he didn't particularly like was the flashy collar weighing heavily on her neck not only that but the marks and bruises left on what he could see of her body by who, god only knew at this point. 

Seokjin lays the blanket back over her giving the glider a forehead kiss as Jungkook absentmindedly pulls her back against his body, his snoring slowly getting louder and louder the more his subconscious pulls him back into the dreaming world. 

Ever so leisurely, as is the norm on the weekends for the seven mates, one by one they wake up after Seokjin has had his cup of coffee and is making a savory smelling breakfast in the kitchen, walking around him to make sure they didn't bump into him because the last time, Namjoon was in the kitchen he had bumped Seokjin's elbow and what was supposed to be the gravy for the biscuits he was baking in the oven turned into a new paint job for the stove and the wall behind it. 

"Is Kookie going to come down or do I need to pry him off of her?" Seokjin teases the bunny hybrid who isn't here to defend himself as Jimin is the last one besides the two still in bed to arrive at the table for breakfast.

"Probably, I mean he's stuck to her like bees on honey, I tried to wake him up but he refuses to budge an inch." Jimin replies sitting down in his respective seat between Yoongi and Taehyung. 

Seokjin places the last bowl of food onto the table taking the apron Namjoon bought for him on valentine's day last year off, hooking it next to the other five before sauntering off to the bedroom.

Seokjin quietly makes his way to the closet taking out a plain shirt, a roll of unused boxers and some sweat pants for the sugar glider hybrid to put on, only now realizing he doesn't even know her name. "How could I not think to ask that bastard her name yesterday? Stupid." 

Upon closing the closet door his gaze is met with a very skittish wide awake hybrid and to make things more awkward she was naked, clutching the duvet against her chest. The bunny hybrid nowhere within his line of sight.

Taking a deep breath he approaches her with caution because if her human form is anything like her sugar glider counterpart she will run and she will climb anything to get away from whatever or whoever came towards her. 

Her actions surprise him further when she just stares at him with wide pale blue eyes keeping track of his every move. Her eyes darting everywhere at once pausing briefly on the closed bathroom door only to land back on Seokjin.

"Hey darling, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, here." He sets his clean clothes onto her lap giving it a light tap. "These are for you, I'm assuming Kookie is in the bathroom?" He asks her quizzically, she opens her mouth only to close it again hesitantly nodding just as the bunny hybrid comes out of the bathroom tying his basketball shorts to fit his narrow waist.

"Morning Y/n, I'm sorry if I woke you up. Oh, good morning hyung." Jungkook smiles his big bunny-like grin before walking towards the pair on the bed giving Seokjin a kiss on the lips and Y/n a peck on the forehead a pink blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I'll see you downstairs?" Seokjin smiles at his youngest mates show of affection towards her before quickly nodding his gentle features adorning his own unique grin. 

Downstairs in the breakfast nook the rest of the hybrids are making small talk while stuffing their faces with the breakfast their mate had cooked before the bunny hybrid hopped down the stairs with a pep in his step. "What's got your tail wagging this morning Kook?"

Although his tail was nothing but a soft cotton ball on his lower back it was indeed swinging back and forth at the speed of light it seemed. "She's so beautiful hyung, she's got these beautiful pale blue eyes and her hair, oh my god."

He stops to take his seat between Hoseok and Namjoon before he starts up again as Yoongi fixes him a plate. "Not to mention her heavenly scent, she smells like a lavender field and a pine tree forest with a hint of sweet coconut."

Jungkook practically swoons over the girl leaning onto Hoseok's shoulder as he covers his chest with a wistful gleam in his eyes. "Easy there lover boy, don't go getting yourself attached just yet, she's supposed to be going back to her owners today." The panther hybrid reminds him setting his full plate down in front of him and Jungkook digs in with a slight pout.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, did you see the bruises on her? Just the solid ring around her throat alone is enough to make me hunt the bastard down myself." Taehyung interjects pointing nowhere in particular with his fork, his deep voice laced with venom when he mentions her visible abuse.

Anyone with a pair of eyeballs could see she wasn't living in a happy home like they were. "Tae come on man, you're supposed to back me up here. We all knew what was going to happen once we woke up this morning." 

Yoongi's voice, always calm and serious, waivered as those last few words fell from his lips. "I don't care, I refuse to let her go back there only to be beaten and sexually abused by that poor excuse for a human. Someone should string him up by his toes and let all the blood rush to his head until he passes out or better yet, dies."

Though his out of pocket comment was oddly dark for the otherwise cheery hybrid, his feelings were mostly shared by the other five sitting at the table.

Seokjin arrives at the table finally able to put his ass in a chair for the first time this morning, shifting it forward to make himself a plate. "So? What's the verdict?" Yoongi deadpans not letting his only older mate take a bite of his food quite yet.

"I can't- I mean- just looking at her skin ruined by those dark purple bruises and cuts- not to mention that gaudy choker around her neck." He scoffs remembering how only moments ago exactly how difficult it was to convince her to take the son of a bitch off just to take a shower. 

"It's been so long since she's taken it off that it's caused an angry rash to form around her throat for fuck sake." He angrily throws the spoon back into the bowl and sits back in his chair with a thud, his mates catching his scent of stale bubblegum and burning vanilla sticks coming off of him in waves.

"I am not letting her go back to that place." He pauses briefly to take a bite of his lukewarm potatoes. "No chance in hell am I going to hand her over to her abuser when I can just as easily take him down in the courtroom if he so much as blinks in my general direction."

Seokjin can't growl like his mates but if they had to guess, it would sound like someone revving a diesel engine continuously, low and guttural if he could. 

The loud laughter rings throughout the house, floating through the air and quite infectious if Y/n had anything to say about it. "Funny bunny." Her voice is rough and hoarse but that doesn't stop her from giggling at the hybrid who had his chopsticks stuck in his mouth like a walrus making ungodly noises.

The seven of them turn their heads with wide eyes to face her completely bewildered by her small gravelly voice and smiling at her short frame standing with her little feet turned inwards, she was wearing the pair of boxers Seokjin had given her, they squeeze the top of her thick thighs with the shirt she was given hanging just below her chubby little stomach but it was all covered by Jungkooks hoodie that she had spent the night in. 

Her hair was long, bright and beautiful, her pale blue almost silver eyes shone brightly compared to her black glider eyes. "Morning sugar, we saved you a plate. Here take my seat and eat something, please?"

Y/n's head snaps in the direction of the coyote hybrid who is now standing behind his chair with his empty plate replaced by hers, she tries to hide away from the predator hybrid by running behind the kitchen island and sitting on the floor.

Jungkook stands from his seat, taking the chopsticks out of his mouth and rounding the kitchen island, kneeling beside her. "Hey baby it's okay, they're not going to hurt you. They just want to take care of you and I promise you they do a good job too, I mean look at me."

The bunny points to himself puffing his chest out with pride. "I couldn't be more than well taken care of now, do you want to sit next to me?" Jungkook flashes his bunny smile offering the skittish hybrid his hand in hopes she'll come out of her little hiding spot behind the counter. Y/n timidly looks between him and his tattooed hand a few times before she takes it and stands up waddling her way behind Jungkook over to the table where his six mates were waiting.

[yrluvjane]

The Things I Hate About You

Sirius Black x fem!reader

"We're supposed to be doing this together! Professor Flitwick assigned pairs! You think if we were given the choice, I'd pair up with you?!" Y/n angrily shouted at Sirius.

Sirius scoff's then gives off a humorless laugh. "Please, everyone wants to pair up with me! And I don't get why you're so pissed off, it's not like you'll do anything."

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to do my homework? Maybe, unlike the bimbo's you hang out with everyday, I want to study and graduate. I want to have a future! And I won't let you -you insufferable twat- take that away from me!"

"That's rich coming from you!" He shouts facing you with an expression of rage that could rival yours.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I may hang out with 'bimbo's' the whole day but you are the one with a new boyfriend every week! So don't shame me, Y/n, you are just like me!"

"I am certainly nothing like you! And my love life has nothing to do with you!"

"Love life? Love, is that what that is? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It must be exhausting for someone as bitter as you to love someone that long."

Y/n gasped, shocked to silence. Her eyes roamed his face that was inches away from hers, contorted into anger, his grey eyes seemed to have darken yet there was undeniably another emotion laying there.

They stood, staring unblinkingly at each other as if they were in a contest until Sirius gave up and sighed loudly. He cursed under his breath, running his hands down his face.

He slumped down at a nearby chair and began rubbing his temples and forehead, tiredly. As she watched him, in this new light, her eyes took notice to his disheveled state.

From the dark bags under his stormy eyes, to the way his shoulder-length was messed up as if someone kept running their fingers through them all the time, to the way Sirius looked at the ground as if he was having a mental battle.

"Sirius-" She began softly but the wizard cut her off. "Just go." He said tiredly, as he looked up at you with pleading eyes. "Just go, go have fun...Go to your new boyfriend." He said sadly at first but his voice edged at the end, emphasizing at the 'new boyfriend' part.

"I can do the Theory of Animal transfiguration and you can do Human. I'll have it done by tomorrow night." He said, "Just leave, Y/n. I just want to be alone and think right now." He said.

She gave him one last look of concern before nodding slightly to herself. "I'll see you later, Sirius.. Take care.." She said slowly as she left the room and shut the door behind her, almost missing Sirius's voice. "Dammit!" He swore angrily, kicking a nearby chair.

Sirius Black had successfully went from annoying the living daylights out of you to completely ignoring your existence. Every time, since the fight, your tried talking to him he was either:

Suddenly missing something or had forgotten about a class.

In a deep conversation with a very awkward and nervous-looking James Potter .

Having his tongue down Marlene’s throat.

The last one was the one that bothered you the most, Sirius was known for his playboy streak and was almost never seen with same girl twice, except for Marlene. Because of this, many rumors and theories were spread. Each more absurd than the rest, but even then, the sight of them together made a very tight and twisted knot in your stomach.

And the whole thing was making you lose your mind. Sirius no longer bothered you and that bothered you. You had completely lost any interest in any of your studies and the fact he was taking this much of your focus and concentration was embarrassing enough.

You had spent three whole days trying to understand this abnormal rage brewing in your chest, which then you realized was jealousy. You were jealous of Marlene. Because you liked Sirius. The realization hit you like a brick to your head.

You kept trying to push the thought away, trying to simplify as a side effect of all the studying you’ve been doing. And so you did, you took a break and went to Hogsemede.

But every time you saw Sirius and Marlene, you had this urge to punch both of them.

You only realized how stupid you sounded, when you took Madam Promfery’s advice and wrote all your feelings on paper.

You truly sounded like the main character of cliché enemies-to-lovers story, all you were missing was a best friend that would betray you and try to take Sirius away.

And all this led up to this moment right now.

You currently watched the hallway you were standing in waiting for Sirius to appear. It took you three whole days to plan this and you were quite anxious.

You took deep breathes hoping to calm your nerves but they only sky rocketed when the sound of footsteps reached your ears.

Your head snapped up and your eyes met Sirius's, causing alarms to blare in your head. His eyes widened and was about to say something but before he could even get a word in you pulled your wand out and petrified him.

"Oh my God, okay, okay. This is completely fine." You said to yourself as you levitated Sirius's body to an empty class room and faced his frozen body.

"Sorry, I just need you to listen and obviously there are more...comfortable ways to do this but this had the most promising outcome."

You took one last deep breathe and pushed your hair to the back of your ears. "Okay, I like you, like you like you. I know, "What?!" Trust me it shocked me too, but in this past week I realized lots of things. And one of those is just how much I miss your really annoying yet flattering presence. Yea, sure you're condescending, rude, annoying, obnoxious and I could probably go on till tomorrow. But the thing is, I like that stuff about you, or at least some of it but what I've realized I always classified it as hate."

"I hate the way you always flirt with me, it's disgusting, rude and completely inappropriate, but you do it to get a reaction out of me and sometimes it actually nice, it doesn't make me feel alone."

"Of course there are lots of annoying things about you, for example, the hair thing. Y'know the one where you push your hair back with your hands unlike Potter who runs his fingers through his hair. I hate it. And then sometimes you do it to me, whenever I'm studying, and it always ends up distracting. So I end up reading the same sentence fifteen times, and getting absolutely no work done.."

"I hate the way you keep staring at me, almost all of the time. During class, while were studying, at dinner, in the common room, on the courtyard and so on, it makes me feel really insecure."

"I hate the way your uniform is always untidy; your tie is always lose, your shirt untucked, your robe open and how you completely violate the rules by wear those rings."

"I hate how your really good at your studies but never want to show it, I watch you do your work, you have potential to go high places but whenever your in class you put on this "To cool for school" act that irritates me too much."

"I hate the way you follow me around and throw your arm around my shoulders as if were close friends. I hate the way you tell others I secretly love you whenever I brush you off."

"I hate it when you joke and make me laugh, I hate it when you say I'm uptight."

"I hate it when your right and I'm wrong, I hate it when you lie and leave me alone."

"I hate seeing you with Marlene, I hate it more when people make comments of how great you two seem."

"I hate it when you put me on the spot then call me shy, I hate it more when you hurt my feelings and make me cry."

"I hate the way you're not around and you don't talk to me anymore. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all."

You shakily raise your wand, and cast the counter curse. You swallow as he stands up with wide eyes and looks at you. "I swear if you laugh, I'll punch you in the face." You say threateningly, as your eyes roamed his for any emotions.

He lets out a small laugh, "Did you just attack me, insult me and confess your love for me all in five minutes?"

"Six minutes and forty-seven seconds."

"Merlin, Y/n..." He says with a soft yet tired smile, looking at you silently.

"Say something, dammit!" You shout, completely on edge.

"Well, I was actually coming to find you. Your owl gave me this." He says, pulling something out of his robe pocket with a small chuckle.

He handed you your very-angry-and-emotional-feelings-letter that you must have left on your desk.

Damn you, Whiskers!

"So, you read my letter, what about the bloody ceremonial speech i just gave."

"You hate 17 things about me." He says walking closer, "And most of these seventeen I do because I like you."

At this point, he is shadowing you with his height, there was barely any space in between.

"What?" You asked with a dazed look.

"I like you too," He clarifies , one of his hands reach up to brush your hair back and cup the side of your neck, stroking your throat with his thumb, making your face heat up.

"The reason I was so angry last week was because everyone kept saying what a great couple you and Hillson made. I got so angry and took it out on you."

He uses his other hand too push a few strands of your hair back behind your ear, playing with ends as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"Then I came back to apologize but I heard some of the girls say, you locked yourself up. I went back to my room to think and thought that maybe it was just best to give up. So I avoided you and ignored you in hopes of getting you out of my head. I only got back to Marlene to get over you. Then I got the letter and came to find you right away."

You stayed silent for a good thirty seconds trying to absorb all this information, though it was quite hard with him tracing his thumb over your throat and collar.

"So you don't like Marlene." You stated.

He laughed and nodded, "You can rest assured, I don't like Marlene, only you."

"Good." You whispered as you laced your hands behind his neck, bringing his head down and attaching your lips to his.

[gunilslaugh]

Need Some Help Darling Pt.3

Kwak Jiseok Summary: You found yourself in trouble and needed to call Jiseok. (non-idol au) WC:~1.6k Warning:none 

part 1 part 2 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Your phone rang, it was a call from your dad. He told you that he would be working late tonight, so you figured he was probably calling to check in. 

“Hello,” you said, answering the call. 

“Your dad is drunk and needs to be picked up. Can you come get him?” An unfamiliar voice spoke. Drunk? He was supposed to be at work. Why would he lie about going out to drink?

“Uh…yeah I can come get him. Where is he at?” The guy on the other side of the phone told you the location. 

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When you arrived at the location you began to feel uneasy. It seemed like a really sketchy place. You thought about leaving, but your dad was supposed to be here, so you took a calming breath and kept walking. You arrived in front of a neon sign that read the name of the location. Despite your gut telling you not too, you entered the building. 

“I was called to pick up my dad. He’s drunk,” you said upon entering the place. You didn’t walk too far inside the place, opting to stay close to the door. 

“Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you. Your dad is resting in the back. You can go get him.” A guy behind the counter tells you, guesting to a curtain that leads to the back. You looked at the curtain with an untrusting look. The guy behind the counter chuckles. “Or I could go get him if you don’t want to go back there,” he says. 

“Please,” you ask. The guy gives you a nod then makes his way to walk through the curtain. 

“Come on get up. Your kid’s here to pick you up.” The guy's tone makes your stomach twist in knots. It sounded condescending. You found yourself pulling out your phone and opening up Jiseok’s contact. “Here he is.” The man returns with two other guys who are dragging your father out,  your stomach drops. Your dad is badly beaten. “Dad! What’s going on?” you asked, going to your dad’s side. Your dad tries to shove you away.

“Go, run,” he says weakly. 

“They can run, but I don’t think they’ll make it far. This is your fault anyway. You signed the deal remember, if you fail to pay back your debts your child is collateral.” The guy smiles at you sinisterly. 

“Dad, what did you do?” you question. 

“Run, I’m sorry, but please go. Get out of here,” he tells you.

“Your dad had been partaking in illegal gambling. He’s not very good at it. Seems like it’s time to pay the consequences.” The man looks at you with foe sympathy. 

“Run,” your dad repeats. 

“Go on go. Listen to your father. I'll give you a head start.” The guy smirks at you. You take one last look at your dad and rush out of the building. 

You’re quick to hit the call button on Jiseok’s contact. The ringing feels like it lasts forever as you round a corner looking for a place to hide. Then you hear the line pick up. 

“Jiseok?” You say with a quivering voice. 

“What is it darling?” Jiseok asked.

“I need help,” you sniffed.

“What happened? Where are you? Are you hurt?” Jiseok’s questions followed each other rapidly. 

“I’m scared. Someone called asking me to pick my dad up-” you hiccup. “B-because he was drunk, but when I got there my dad was beaten up and they said I was collateral for him not paying his debts. Jiseok I really need you,” you say. You can hear rustling on the other side of the phone. 

“Where are you darling?” he asked you. 

“I’m hiding. I ran and now I’m in some alley way hiding between a brick wall and a dumpster,” you tell him. 

“Send me your location. I’ll come get you darling. It’ll be ok,” he tried to calm you. 

“I’m scared,” you repeated as you sent your current location to Jiseok.

“It’s ok darling. I’m coming right now. I’ll be there soon. Stay on the phone with me ok?” he tells you. 

“Ok,” you say. You pulled your knees into your chest. You feel hyper aware of everything. The brickwall that’s poking into your back. The pebbles digging into your bottom. The cool metal of the dumpster pressing against your shoulder. You can hear footsteps getting closer. “Jiseok I can hear footsteps,” you panicked. 

“I’m almost there, it's ok. I need you to be really quiet darling.” You nodded your head even though he couldn’t see it. You put your hand over your mouth and nose to muffle your labored breathing. The footsteps slowly started to fade away. Allowing you to relax a little.

“They're gone,” you informed. 

“Good. I’m really close. Just stay where you are,” he told you. Jiseok will be here soon. Jiseok will be here soon. You kept repeating to yourself in an effort to calm down. Suddenly you heard footsteps again and they were getting closer. 

“Jiseok’s someone’s coming.” Once again panic filled your veins. “Jiseok!” you repeated his name again when he didn’t answer. 

“It’s me darling.” You lifted your head up to see Jiseok standing in front of you.

“That’s not funny. I told you I was scared!” you let out a cry. Jiseok crouches down and helps you stand up. 

“I know. I’m sorry. You’re ok now darling, I got you.” You fell against him. Your tears soaking his shirt. Jiseok’s arms come around your waist, holding you tight. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He holds you close to his side as he guides you out of the alley way.

“Now what brings you to my part of town Jiseok?” You heard the sound of that guy's voice again. Jiseok tightens his grip around you. 

“I’m picking my darling,” Jiseok speaks casually. 

“Your darling? Hate to break it to you, but they belong to me now,” the guy states. Jiseok laughs. 

“The only person they belong to is me. You want to collect them as collateral, but how do you think I got them? Their father failed to pay me back, so I took them,” Jiseok bluffed. “They already belonged to me when their father signed that contract with you, so hate to break it to you, they’re mine,” Jiseok mocked them. 

“How about we share them then? We used to be partners. For old times sake?” the guy suggested. 

Partner? Jiseok used to work with this guy? He worked or works in illegal gambling?

Jiseok scoffed, “You know I’m possessive over what’s mine. That’s why we went our separate ways isn’t it? Cause you were spending my money, taking my profit,” Jiseok glared at the guy. “I won’t let you anywhere near them.” Jiseok took a step in front of you, hiding you behind him. “You clearly have some business to figure out. I’m leaving with my darling now.” Jiseok wraps his other arm around you just for good measure as he continues to lead you to his car.  

Once you two are at his car he opens the door for you and helps you in before running around to the other side to get in himself. 

“Are you ok?” He turned to look at you. 

“What about my dad?” you looked at him. Jiseok reached to take one of your hands. 

“I’ll send some of my men to take care of it ok?” he told you.

“Thank you,” you say. 

“You don’t need to thank me darling. As long as you’re ok. That’s what I care about,” he states. He starts the car and begins to drive.

“Can you take me back to your place?” you asked, stunning Jiseok. 

“You don’t want to go home?” he asked. 

“I do, but I also don’t want to see my dad just yet. I’m worried about him, but I’m also mad at him,” you explained. 

“Well I’m not gonna complain about being with my darling,” he states happily. He turned to smile at you and you smiled back. “I was scared too,” he admits, squeezing your hand that he was still holding. 

“You were, why?” you questioned. 

“I was scared you would get hurt,” he said. 

“Why do you care about me Jiseok?” you asked another question. 

“Cause you’re my darling,” he answered simply. You laughed. 

“But why am I your darling?” 

“Cause I love you,” he confessed. Your hand went slack in his. 

“Huh?” you let out. Jiseok laughs brightly. 

“I love you. It’s a bit surprising right? I fell in love with you when you called me an asshole. I felt the need to protect you ever since I kidnapped you, ironically enough,” he chuckled. 

“I always feel safe with you,” you revealed, squeezing his hand. Jiseok smiled. 

“Good, cause you’re always safe with me.” He brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your delicate knuckles. It makes your heart flutter. 

“You may be a bad guy to a lot of people, but you’re not one to me,” you tell him. 

“What am I to you then?” he asked playfully. 

“My asshole,” you joked. 

“Hey!” Jiseok complained, making you laugh. 

“Ok, ok, ironically enough you’re my hero. You always come when I’m in trouble,” you say. 

“You're a knight in shining armor?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded. “My knight in shining armor who makes me heart swoon,” you disclose. 

“If I wasn’t driving right now, I’d kiss you,” he said. Succeeding in making your heart race. 

“Then pull over,” you say feeling brave. You didn’t have to tell Jiseok twice as he wasted no time in pulling over to the side of the road. Before you knew it his lips were on yours. 

Jiseok may be a bad guy, but he’s definitely not the bad guy of your story.

A/N: And with that this little series has come to an end. Writing villain xdianry heroes is so fun.

part 1 part 2 epilogue!

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

[saturnine-saturneight]

OC Questionnaire Tag

Tagged by @gioiaalbanoart [here], @the-golden-comet [here] [here] and [here], @rotting-moon-writes [here] and probably more that I'm missing! I am not on top of my activity tab. At all.

My questions:

What would you do if your enemy asked for help?

Would you ask your enemy for help?

Do you act on impulse, or do you think before you act?

What is your happiest memory?

What do you wish to achieve?

How far will you go to reach your goals?

What never fails to make you laugh?

How can you tell if you’ll get along with someone?

Do you prefer sweet, savory, sour, or salty snacks?

What was your favorite childhood toy?

What has been your worst injury?

Where do you go when you need to think?

Doing this for Nat and Ron.

1. What would you do if your enemy asked for help?

Nat: "Laugh in their face about it. Or - wait, no. How exploitable is the situation, exactly?"

Ron: "Question the fuck out of the whole thing. I mean, probably a trap, right? But if they're sincere, I dunno. Depends on the enemy? I'm trying to come up with people I'd actually consider that and I'm kinda coming up empty, though."

2. Would you ask your enemy for help?

Nat: "Not over my dead body. I solve my own goddamn problems, I don't need that kind of help."

Ron: "Is this a hypothetical where they're, like, the only person who can help me? Then yeah dude, probably. I'd have to figure out what they could want from me in return that I can give without getting tangled in anything."

3. Do you act on impulse, or do you think before you act?

Nat: "I think before I act, of course. I'm a creature of intellect. I plan." [They don't.]

Ron: "Way more often on impulse than I'd like, that's for sure." [He's also wrong about this.]

4. What is your happiest memory?

Nat: "I'll pass on this question. Those memories are mine, thank you very much." [They're thinking hard, but they're coming up empty.] "Oh. Being picked out by Bishop. But you can see how that went for me."

Ron: "I dunno, nothing really sticks out. I like the days best where nothing happens and we're just hanging out. With most of the rest of the happy memories, they usually involve escaping by the skin of my goddamn teeth from something and being happy I get to live another day, lol." [Please don't say lol out loud, Ron.] "Man, that night that we decided to hit the bricks and run away together was really cool, though. Just the three of us, right? Me, Teo, and - y'know." [He rubs the back of his neck.]

5. What do you wish to achieve?

Nat: "I just need to make one good contribution to the field of blood flowers. I need to leave my mark before I die, and if that doesn't work out, then I need somebody to take my field notes and publish them for me posthumously."

Ron: "I don't know, man. I don't think I'm living the kind of life where you achieve shit! More of an accomplishing kind of deal, you know? Let me use that in a sentence: Nat and me are accomplishes in crime :P"

Nat: "That was terrible."

Ron: "You don't fucking appreciate me."

6. How far will you go to reach your goals?

Nat: "Don't ask me that. You aren't going to like the answer."

Ron: "Depends on the goal? I like ferretting out solutions to shit, but I'm not super keen on putting myself in danger."

7. What never fails to make you laugh?

Nat: "Someone tripping over something. Gets me every time."

Ron: "People-watching and talking shit with Nat."

8. How can you tell if you'll get along with someone?

Nat: "When that somebody isn't incredibly useless, I will generally be fine with them." [Nat doesn't get along with other people in general.]

Ron: "If they're not immediately trying to kill me?" [Even then he'll consider it.]

9. Do you prefer sweet, savory, sour, or salty snacks?

Nat: "I don't snack an awful lot. When I do, it's usually salty, though. I drink more water than the average person, so I need to mind my salt intake."

Ron: "Sour all the way, fuck yeah. You know those super long rolled up candy snake things with the fizzy powder? Those are the shit."

10. What was your favorite childhood toy?

Nat: "Ugh, I'm not sure. A doll, probably? Who gives a damn." [Nat doesn't remember the majority of their childhood.]

Ron: "Stones? We used to play with stones a lot. You know, skipping them, doing board games on the ground, stuff like that."

11. What has been your worst injury?

Nat: "Getting the entirety of my shoulder degloved, I would say. Does the word degloving apply to body parts that aren't hands? If it doesn't, then it should."

Ron: "The eye thing." [Which he doesn't want to talk about.]

12. Where do you go when you need to think?

Nat: "Into my field notebook or my notes app on my phone, generally. I like to write things out and see how I feel."

Ron: "Rooftops? Road trips too. Somewhere quiet."

Bonus questions for you:

If you had to pick an item of clothing or an accessory to wear for the rest of your life, what would it be?

If you were forced to forget one memory, what would you choose?

What is a positive thing your worst enemy would say about you?

(Re)Tagging gently:

@paeliae-occasionally @rotting-moon-writes @marlowethelibrarian @tragedycoded @noblebs

@writingrosesonneptune @davycoquette @the-golden-comet @gioiaalbanoart @chauceryfairytales + open

Feel free to do any of these, none of these, whatever you like.

[silverraes]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

10 BL Boys That Make Me Feel Things™

(not sexual, not romantic but a secret third thing)

okay so I wasn't exactly tagged in this but I saw several people doing this and I'll take just about any excuse to scream about my favorite characters so I'm just going to very sneakily join in on this trend 👀

there is absolutely no ranking to these bc I couldn't rank them if I wanted to

(also I changed the name a little bc my ace ass is literally physically incapable of wanting anyone carnally but I still have lots of thoughts lmao)

1) Tharn (The Sign)

I mean. is literally anyone surprised that this is where we're starting?

he's the nicest person out there. he can kick your ass if he wants to. he lost his parents at a young age and is absolutely convinced that everyone he loves is doomed to die and he keeps seeing visions of people dying and he's told again and again that those he has wronged in a past life - which he doesn't even remember - are still out to get him and yet he has so much kindness left for the world??

also he can be such a little shit and knows exactly how to tease Phaya back I love him so goddamn much.

(also that mole-)

2) Kim (Kinnporsche)

was he also on my characters I'd hit with my car list? maybe. and what about it.

I love him so much. he's such a badass but he's such a loser. famous singer who falls for a fan he was supposed to be investigating but is too emotionally constipated to admit it. badass son of a mafia family who can kick ass but only if he wants to. who does it like him honestly

(it also helps that he's played by just about the prettiest man alive)

3) Babe (Pit Babe)

did I start watching this show ironically? yes. is every mention of alphas and mpreg and that mama/papa thing hitting me like a brick and causing me 9000 psychic damage every single time? also yes. did I absolutely fall in love with the show and just about every character in it? you bet your fucking ass I did.

but I especially love Babe. he's just so babygirl. special alpha man who has to act tough and strong but just wants to be babied by his dumbass loser (affectionate) alpha boyfriend. like, he's actually so goddamn soft?? I love him.

4) Guy (Bake Me Please)

I think we all knew this was coming. I was literally gushing about him for half of the episodes. Guy my beloved. that show did not deserve you.

he spends the entire show supporting his crush's every decision and trying to make sure he's okay literally how could you not love this man

(yes he was a petty bitch for like 5 minutes there but he immediately apologized for it the next episode. properly. unlike certain other people-)

5) Sprite (Twins)

he's so himbo coded. himbo of all himbos. the himboest. not a brain cell in that head. he's my little dumbass I love him.

he deserves so much better than what he's being put through. someone please just love and support him for who he is. and also take him away from that family

(please talk to your boyfriend tho I am begging)

6) Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)

MY BELOVED. I could write essays about him. he's such a great character I love him so fucking much. if you ever had to bear witness to me talking about him.. I am so sorry.

sassy emo bitch with a flute and a tragic backstory who's seen as evil by just about everyone but only ever had the best intentions. absolute fucking dumbass. kicks ass. always smiling despite the circumstances. loves his siblings so damn much. doomed by the narrative. what more could you possibly ask for

7) Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

I'm trying so damn hard to keep this list to one character per show and it really took me a while to decide if I wanted to include him or Wen Kexing but ultimately it was Zhou Zishu for me

just.. god. him. assassin sect leader just trying to retire who keeps getting dragged into the biggest bullshit but doesn't really mind bc the bullshit comes with a mysterious pretty man. also that whole god damn nail thing. I have so many thoughts and feelings about that but this post would get too long if I got started on those-

(also actually pulling the "I'm literally dying" card to get out of chores is so fucking valid of him. more characters should do that)

8) Milk (Choco Milk Shake)

he is quite fucking literally a reincarnated cat, of course I love him. I could list reasons for why I love him but it would be the exact same reasons just about every cat person on earth lists for why they love cats so. but here's a quick summary, just in case:

petty. dramatic. knocks over glasses. silently loves you so fucking much.

9) Tew (My Dear Gangster Oppa)

I really did not expect to love him this much? greenest of green flags (except for the plot line we shall not talk about). can and will kill people and is fine with it (seriously it is so refreshing to see a mafia character not having a huge moral dilemma about being in the mafia). both a badass mafia man and a gamer guy who doesn't know how to talk to people and is absolutely whipped for his gamer bf.

also scars make a person just about 110x more attractive I don't make the rules. even if the scars are weird and yellow, it's the thought that counts.

10) Tian (A Tale of Thousand Stars)

I? love him??

I just love how he sets out to do something for someone he didn't even know because he feels like this person deserves that much at least and how he ends up genuinely loving and caring for those kids and the village and this inner conflict he's having the entire time but hiding oh so well and how he actually calls out his parents on their rich people bs and-

tagging everyone who reads this far and wants to do it. seriously. I mean it. if you want to do this, please go ahead and say I tagged you. I love reading everyone's thoughts.

[sosa2imagines]

Misunderstanding. Part 6

Warnings- Bit angst, Steve being mean at the beginning. -----------------------------------------------------

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?!” Steve yelled, storming over and glaring at you.

“I thought you were in danger, but you’re busy sitting cozily next to him! Like I don’t even exist!” He shouts, his anger fuelled by jealousy, more than anything else at that point. “You don’t care about me!” he continued, glaring at you. “Just because you’re mad at me, doesn’t mean you can go off and flirt with someone else!”

“Steve... it's not what it looks like let me explain...” But Steve cuts you off, yelling more profanities.

“I don’t want to hear it! You’re just like every other girl who breaks a guy's heart! As soon as something better comes along, you move on and forget me!” Steve’s jealousy was beginning to spiral out of control. He was furious that you were sitting next to another man, despite not knowing the reason. Steve continued, his words becoming more and more harsh.

“Steve, please just…” Tony tries to explain, but Steve cut him off. “Stay out of this, Stark! This isn’t your business!”

“Just listen to us, Steve…” Natasha tries to interject, but Steve cut her off as well. “I don’t want to hear it, I’m done!”

Steve continues, speaking directly to you now. “I trusted you. I care about you. And you just go and ...” he pauses, “Did you even have feelings for me at all?”

“Steve please” your eyes well up.

The sight of your teary eyes made Steve's heart lurch a little, but his anger still overpowered his emotions. He looked at you, his expression still filled with a mix of fury and pain. “How could you... how could you do this to me?”

Steve's voice softened just a little before he continued, “I loved you.”

Matt, having had enough of Steve's harsh words and assumptions, picked up a brick from the debris around them and hurled it straight at Steve.

Steve was taken by surprise as the brick flew through the air, his eyes widening in shock. Everyone else stood frozen, stunned by the sudden act of defiance. The brick struck Steve on the shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain and stumble back a few steps.

Steve was too stunned to react immediately. He cradled his shoulder, pain radiating from the point of impact. Natasha and Tony looked wide eyed at Matt, their expressions a mix of shock and astonishment.

“Oh my god…you hit him with a brick?” you asked too stunned, with his action. Matt turned to look at you, a hint of a small smirk on his lips as he spoke. “He deserved it,” he said bluntly, his voice firm.

Natasha covered her mouth to hold back a laugh, while Tony looked at Matt with new found respect, though he would not accept that.

Steve glared at Matt with pure anger, cradling his shoulder which was likely to bruise soon. “You...I'll kill you-” Steve started to take a step forward, ready to punch Matt.

“Take one more step forward and we all will die!” Nat warns him. Steve froze, his face twisted in anger, fists clenched and ready to strike. But Natasha's words stopped him dead in his tracks. He knew she wasn't bluffing, no matter how angry he was.

His eyes darted between you, Matt, and Natasha. His frustration was evident as he knew there was nothing, he could do without endangering everyone. “What the hell does that mean?”

Matt turned his attention back to Steve, the cocky smirk still on his face. “It means...” Matt began, his voice calm but firm, “We're sitting on a bomb. If we move too much, it'll explode. She's sitting next to me because we're keeping the weight balanced. I mean I’m the blind one here, but clearly it’s you behaving like one”

Steve blinked, his anger momentarily replaced by shock and disbelief. “You're sitting on a…what?” He looked between you and Matt and then down at the bomb beneath you both. “You're serious?”

Tony and Natasha watched the realization dawn on Steve's face. His whole demeanor changed after he heard about the bomb.

“That's right, Cap. They're literally sitting on a bomb.” Tony tells him.

Steve went silent for a moment as he processed the information, his eyes darting from the bomb to Matt and then to you. The gravity of the situation suddenly hit him. “Why didn't you tell me that?”

Nat couldn't help but chime in, her voice filled with the gravity of the situation. “She tried to...” Natasha replied, “But you were too busy yelling to listen.”

Steve's face hardened as he glanced at you. Guilt started to creep in as he realized his mistake. His anger had blinded him, and he had accused you without even letting you explain.

Steve looked down, his eyes landing on the bomb. “How…how we can save them? You got this figured out right Tony?” He asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“There are different wires, connected. As soon as I figured out the code system, we need to cut them at the same time.” Tony tells him with a calm yet serious tone.

Steve's face paled as he looked down at the bomb again. The reality of the situation sinking in. Tony speaks at, his voice filled with a mix of seriousness and sarcasm. “I guess that's the end of your little jealous fit, huh?”

Steve didn't respond. He was still struggling to reconcile his anger and jealousy from earlier with the life-threatening situation you all were in now. Nat gave him a hard look, her eyes filled with admonishment. “Maybe next time, listen before you act like an idiot.”

Steve shot a glare at her, but he couldn't argue. He knew she was right. He had acted rashly, letting his emotions control his actions, without even giving you a chance to explain.

Tony spoke again, trying to lighten the mood a little despite the dire situation. “So, to recap, we're stuck in a bomb situation, kid's sitting with Mr. Daredevil because they're keeping it from exploding, and Cap here blew up on them because he thought she was cozying up with another guy. Anyone miss anything?”

Nat rolled her eyes at Tony's attempt to lighten the tension, but couldn't help but smirk a little. Steve just looked more annoyed and guilty at the same time.

“Guys please…” you tell them and Steve avoided your gaze, the guilt and regret evident on his face, his heart tightening in his chest as he heard the compassion in your voice despite everything, he had put you through.

“All right let's get back to work, Capsicle and Romanoff search the other rooms and see where the wires end. When I tell you to cut, cut the wires.” Tony tells them. 

Steve hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to you, concern etched on his face. He knew it was his fault that things had gotten so messed up between you two, but that didn't mean he didn't worry about your safety.

“I'm not leaving her alone with him...” Steve muttered, his tone laced with worry.

Tony looked at Steve with an impatient look.

“She'll be fine. I promise you, I’ll keep her safe. Now go.” Tony said firmly.

“I’ll protect her too.” Matt chimes in and Tony shots him a glare. “No one’s talking to you.”

As Steve prepared to leave with Nat, he cast one last glance at you, his worry evident in his eyes. He looked torn between wanting to stay and make sure you were safe and carrying out the assigned duty.

You and Steve exchange a look. A look of something hopeful.

Part 5 - Part 7

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[vodika-vibes]

👋 😊 ☝️ reading your other alpha-17 asks made me think of this idea:

Alpha-17 with an extremely shy reader—he’s super interested and always flirting, and reader’s thinking “oh hahaha he’s just being super nice to me that’s super sweet�� and he’s like “smh” growing frustrated with trying to figure out how to confess without her misunderstanding his feelings

Please and thank you ❤️❤️

Wallflower

Summary: You're a nurse on Kamino, and Alpha-17 is laser focused on you, though you're not sure why.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1074

Warnings: Alpha is a bit possessive. (Just throw away feminism when it comes to Alpha, seriously)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This isn't exactly on par with the request, but I think I hit all of the highlights? If you aren't happy with it just shoot me a message, and I'll redo it.

Divider by Saradika

You hate being the center of attention. Always have, and probably always will. It’s why you chose a career as a nurse, rather than a doctor. It’s why you took the job opening on Kamino, rather than taking a place at someplace that might pay more.

The very idea of someone, anyone, putting you at the center of their attention is…terrifying? Horrifying? Whichever the right word is, you were sure that traveling to Kamino was best for you, and your mental health.

And then you met Alpha-17.

Built like a brick wall, and with the general personality of a foul tempered rancor, Alpha intimidates you. Which, you know, isn’t saying much since some of the cadets intimidate you, but he really, really intimidates you.

To the point where talking around him is a problem.

Which is really a problem because he seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to you, and is able to find you no matter where you are. In fact, he’s so precise about homing in on you when you’re not busy, that you’re beginning to think he must have some force sensitivity.

You mentioned it to him, once, and he just laughed, a booming noise that makes your stomach flip pleasantly. He grinned at you and leaned into your personal space, and told you that he’s just that well trained.

And then there’s the second problem with Alpha.

No matter what he’s talking to you about, be it the condition of some of the cadets in his care or something else entirely, he always, always slips a flirtatious comment in there, and then pretends that he doesn’t know why you’re so flustered.

It’s aggravating. It’s infuriating.

It’s…not at all what you signed up for when you agreed to come to Kamino.

Of course, it’s entirely possible that he’s not flirting with you and he’s just being nice because he can see how intimidating he is-

You pause as you turn a corner, heading towards the infirmary, and see Alpha standing nose to nose with one of the trainers. And it looked like the trainer was trying to force Alpha to back down, but Alpha just looked like he was about to rip the other man’s face off.

…Okay, so maybe he’s not just being nice because he knows how intimidating he is. Alpha seems to enjoy how intimidating he is.

You slip behind the growing crowd to continue to the infirmary. And you’re not the least bit surprised when you hear a loud curse and a grunt of pain from the hallway as you step over to your workstation.

And you’re even less surprised when Alpha steps into your office, a sharp grin on his face. “I need medical attention.” He announces as he sits himself in one of your chairs.

“Would you like me to get one of the medics?” You ask as you flicker your gaze over his face.

“Nah, cyar’ika, I want you to take care of me. I think you’ll be good at it.” His grin is still sharp, but there’s a hint of flirtation in his voice.

“Oh…um…I suppose I can take a look,” You mumble as you drop your gaze from his face. “Where are you hurt?” You ask as you take a deep breath and try to steel yourself.

His grin sharpens and he holds out his hand, revealing bruised and bloodied knuckles, “Oh, Alpha!” You take his hand in both of yours, “What did you do, punch his beskar?”

“Something like that,” He agrees with a growing grin.

“You should know better,” You scold him gently, “You’re lucky your hand isn’t broken.” You start in surprise when he reaches out and lightly curls his free hand around your hands. “Um…Alpha?” You look up from his hands to his face, and you’re startled to see a different sort of grin on his face.

“Mm…scared, mesh’la?”

“No.” You reply honestly.

“Good.” He says, his sharp grin returning. And then he tugs on your hands sharply, and you stumble between his legs and against his chest. He tugs your arms so that they’re pinned to the chair slightly behind him, and because of the chair he elected to sit in, your face is only centimeters away from his. 

You stare at him, eyes wide with surprise. “What-?”

“Isn’t this much better?” Alpha asks.

You swallow hard, “Alpha, I can’t wrap your hand like this.” You point out as you weakly try to tug one of your hands away. There’s absolutely no give, but you didn’t really expect there to be.

“I don’t need my hands wrapped.” His voice is a low rumble that you can feel reverberate through your entire body. 

“But…but you said…”

“I lied.”

You stare at him, slightly wounded, “Why would you do that?”

“Because I got tired of you pretending that I’m not flirting with you.” Alpha replied bluntly. “And I needed to get you someplace private, where you feel safe.”

“Why would you do that?” You repeat.

“I want you to be mine and only mine.” Alpha says, “I want to kiss you and to be allowed to hold you.”

“Um…”

“You don’t even realize how beautiful you are, do you?” He leans in slightly, until his nose bumps against yours, “Did you even notice that Colt was flirting with you?”

“He…wait…No, he wasn’t.” You stutter, your face burning at the idea of Colt flirting with you.

Something dark flickers across Alpha’s face, “I made him stop. Anyone who tried to flirt with you was encouraged to stop.” He scans your embarrassed face, “Do you want him to flirt with you?”

“No thank you.” You squeak out, “I can barely handle you flirting with me.”

“So you do recognize that I flirt with you.” Alpha says with a smirk.

“I’m not blind, I just…I…” You trail off, “I’m not really worth it,” You whisper.

“You are to me.” He scans your face, “Give me a chance, and I’ll make you believe it.”

You lick your lips nervously, and you flush when his gaze drops to your lips, and you feel heat run through your body. “Okay.” You whisper.

Alpha grins at you, and crashes his lips against yours in a demanding kiss. “Good girl,” He murmurs against your lips, “I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”

And you believe him. He’s never failed at anything he’s set his mind to. And apparently his mind is set on you.

[kanesturner]

Cuddles in the kitchen

alex turner x reader

(fluff) word count: 1.5k

summary: the car Alex comforts the reader after works been stressing her out lately

warnings: none just fluff :)

The soles of my feet aching with every step i take and the pain in my head getting worser each time i walk down the empty street. I always do my best with work and to please people in my life but all i get back is pain.

Alex always tells me to take breaks but i don't listen because i always feel the need to be impressing someone. Especially with the people I work with I know I am below their standards but I always try fit it, probably because I'm younger most people look down on me.

with all the thoughts going on in my head right now i've just had enough. The tears freely fell from my eyes i had no control everything coming down on me like a pile of bricks.

I entered the apartment building the lights blinding my eyes immediately, making me wince as my headache is now turning into a painful migraine.

I made my way to the elevator frantically pressing the button. When the doors finally opened I stepped in and pressed the number '5' button as we live on the fifth floor.

Turning around I looked at myself in the mirror mascara dripping down my face, my once neat ponytail now all messy and sticking out in places.

*ding*

Taking my first steps out the elevator door i began to make my way to mine and Alex's apartment. I still had tears slipping out my eyes, I tried to wipe them away so Alex wouldn't see I just didn't want him to worry.

I approached the door and shakily took the keys from my purse. I finally unlocked the door and stepped inside. The smell of a gingerbread candle hit me making my migraine worse.

Squinting my eyes to try ease some pain on my throbbing head. Slowly i begin to take my heels of my feet finally free. Then i took my coat of hanging it up on one of the many hooks we had in our entrance.

After i finished with all that I made my way to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet and turning the sink on, waiting for the water to turn cold.

Filling my glass up and turning the tap off. I took a long a sip from the glass my surroundings becoming unknown. Getting lost in my train of thought I didn't hear Alex come from upstairs.

"You alright love?" he whispered gently in my ear. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his chest placing his head on my shoulder.

"Jesus al you scared me" I said holding my chest. "I'm sorry love" he spoke gently kissing my cheek.

I closed my eyes all the thoughts from earlier still floating around my head, making it harder for me to compose myself.

We stood there in silence. I could feel the lump forming in my throat, my breathing becoming ragged, the tears finally slipping past my eyes.

"How was work darling, you have a good day ?" al gently spoke.

"Mhm it was alright" I silently let out.

He grabbed my hips to turn me around so we were now facing each other. My mascara dripping tears now obvious to him.

his face dropped he didn't like seeing me upset. "Oh love" he spoke pulling me into his chest.

That's when I couldn't control it anymore everything just came out. I sobbed and sobbed into his chest, he let me and he didn't say a word until i was ready to speak.

His hand coming down on my back to softly rub it. My migraine now became very painful from all the crying I was doing.

After a about 5 minutes i finally pulled my head from his chest.

"I am sorry al" I sobbed out.

He grabbed my face and wiped away my tears i leaned into his touch closing my eyes. "Don't you dare be sorry love it's okay, if you want to talk to me about anything i'll listen okay". He softly spoke placing a kiss on my forehead.

"I just feel like I disappoint everyone in my life, my parents, people at work and especially you. I try my best every day to please people in my life a-and it's getting tiring because no one cares about anything i do". I finally let out

"And al you can do way better i don't know why you chose to be with me i mean look at me". I laughed

I looked to the floor feeling once again disappointed with myself.

"look at me y/n". he said

I didn't move my head i just couldn't look at him. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up. My eyes now looking straight into his.

"Y/n you're not a disappointment and the people at your work are arseholes. i appreciate you so much love i'd never ask for anything else, your amazing and i mean it and the people that don't appreciate everything you do, they really don't deserve you y/n"

I wrapped my arms around him and buried myself into his chest again I really needed to hear that.

"I love you so much al." I said looking up at him.

"I love you so much too y/n"

I placed my hands on his face and pulled him in, our lips gently colliding. His lips feeling soft against mine, his hands came down to my hips and pulled me as close as we could.

After a while Alex gently pulled away. "Darling why don't we get you up to bed now." He said kissing me once more.

"okay al." I smiled

He grabbed my hand and we walked to our room. My head still painfully throbbing from earlier.

When we got to our room I went over to my bedsidetable and got a pack of paracetamol out. I walked into the bathroom that was inside our bedroom, i got a hand full of water from the sink and took the two paracetamol.

"love come here."Alex softly yelled from the bedroom.

I made my way back to our room and saw al standing at the end of the bed with a shirt and a pair of shorts in his hand.

"sit here darling." He said patting the end of the bed. I walked to the end of and sat down. "what's wrong al?" I questioned.

"nothings wrong my love, let's get you changed okay?" He said getting to his knees. "no no al you don't have to I can do it." I babbled out

"Darling please let me i really don't mind." He spoke leaving a small kiss on my knee.

"okay al"

he gently began to pull my tights from my legs. massaging my feet, my eyes slowly shut the pain in my feet becoming less and less with each squeeze he did.

He suddenly stopped and my eyes shot open. "why'd you stop." I pouted giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"don't start with that." He laughed out. "stand up for me would you love" he gently spoke.

I stood up towering over him now as he was still on his knees. I playfully ruffled his hair so it went all messy. I started laughing because his hair looked absolutely crazy.

"What's got you all laughing?" He asked looking up confused.

"Nothing." I giggled. "Mhm." He hummed

He hooped his fingers into the waist band of my skirt and slowly pulled it down. "Hmm you look good from this view." I laughed playfully winking at him.

"Oi don't be cheeky now love." He spoke lightly slapping my thighs.

I put my hands in his hair gently running my fingers through it. He grabbed the pair of shorts that were next to him on the floor.

"put your legs in for me love." He said holding the shorts in front of my feet.

i placed both my feet in the shorts and he pulled them up me. He then stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt.

Once he did that he places one of his shirts over my head and put it on me.

"there we go." He said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby." I spoke.

I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and walked over to my bedside table to put away the box of paracetamol i got out.

"You ready for bed now al?" I asked.

"yeah love." He said walking over to his side of the bed.

We both got in bed and I laid my head on his chest. He softy started stroking my hair making me relax into his touch.

"Thank you for helping me out a bit al, it's helped." I softy spoke.

"Anytime love."

He kissed my head while continuing to stroke my hair.

"goodnight al I love you." I whispered.

"goodnight y/n I love you too."

That was the last thing i heard before i dozed off.

*First fic ahhhh don't hate🙄, but i currently have more i'll be working on specifically smut ;). If you want to request anything make sure you do :)*

[massivedrickhead]

41. "Sleep. I'll keep you safe.”

Oopsie, I got a little serious with this one. Defintely more hurt/comfort than fluff. I don't know if this is good or not, I'm very tired and this took much longer to write than I thought it would.

Trigger warnings: violence, injury, blood, panic attack

Prompt taken from here

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Chloe’s hands were shaking as she gripped the steering wheel, her driving bordering on reckless, as she sped down the highway and towards the hospital.

Theo’s words were still ringing in her ears as she thought of every possible scenario, each one worse than the last. 

“Don’t freak out, but there was an incident at Beca’s show.”

Chloe laid on her horn as a car swerved out of its lane in front of her, and she forced herself to slow down.

She’d be no use to Beca if she got herself killed.

“What do you mean an incident?! What happened?!”

“She’s okay, but we’re taking her to the hospital.”

Her heart was hammering so hard in her chest that she thought it might break through her ribs. She’d never been so happy to see the sign for her exit.

When she reached the hospital she parked haphazardly in the first space she saw, and sprinted towards the ER, where she knew Theo was waiting for her.

“You don’t need to come-”

“Don’t even bother finishing that sentence.”

She pushed her way through the crowd of paparazzi that the hospital security was managing to hold back.

By the time they realised who she was Chloe had made it through the double doors and was marching towards Theo.

Their shouts and the flashing of their cameras chased her down the hall.

“Theo!” She said, as soon as he was in sight.

She saw him tense and brace himself.

“Chloe-” he began, his hands held up as if to try and placate her.

“Where is she?” 

He sighed and gestured for her to follow him. “She’s getting stitched up. I told you, she’s okay. She’s cracking jokes with the nurses and everything.”

Chloe had to swallow every ounce of anger she had because if she didn’t she would have hit him.

“Don’t tell me she’s okay,” Chloe said. “How the hell could you let this happen?”

“Don’t blame this on me,” he snapped back. “How the hell was I supposed to know some weirdo fan would bring a brick to a meet and greet?”

Chloe stopped walking, a cold wave of nausea sweeping over her. “What?” She asked, her voice now quiet and shaking, 

He grimaced and stopped too. “Sorry,” he said. “I hadn’t told you the details yet, had I?”

Chloe felt like she was going to throw up, or pass out, or burst into tears. “Someone hit her with a brick?”

Theo nodded.

“Wha… How?”

“He wrapped it,” Theo said. “Had it in a gift bag. Venue security didn’t question it when he went through the bag check.”

Chloe’s hands were covering her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “He could have killed her,” she said.

“She’s okay,” Theo said. “They did a head CT and it came back clear, it’s just a superficial wound.”

“Please, just take me to her,” Chloe said. Theo nodded and they carried on walking.

Chloe could hear the laughter before she got to the room, and she tried to quickly remove any trace that she’d been crying.

Theo opened the door to the private room Beca had been given, and Beca’s smile grew as she saw Chloe enter.

“Hey,” she said. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Shut up,” Chloe said, any attempt at trying to seem calm out of the window. “Of course I had to come.”

Beca rolled her eyes, which was difficult for her to do while someone was stitching up the gash on her forehead. “Everyone, this is my wife Chloe. Chloe, meet Dr Bauer, who is the head of plastics.” She gestured to the doctor stitching her up. “And this is his intern Dr Larson, who apparently isn’t allowed anywhere near me with a needle.”

“Not on his first week he’s not,” Dr Bauer said. “I’m not having you out there on tour with a messy scar because I let some intern botch your stitches. Nice to meet you, by the way,” he added glancing at Chloe.

Chloe just nodded.

“Here, honey,” a nurse said, who had been sitting at Beca’s other side. She gestured to her spot. “I offered to hold her hand until you got here.”

“This is Nurse Stevens,” Beca said.

“Trish,” the nurse said, shaking Chloe’s hand.

Again, Chloe just smiled politely and took the nurse’s seat. She took hold of Beca’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

She wanted all of these people to leave.

She needed them all to leave.

Because Beca might have seemed calm, but Chloe knew her wife.

Chloe knew when she was On, and Beca was On right now. She was Beca Mitchell the popstar. The Grammy winner. The celebrity.

These people would go home and talk to their friends and family about this. They’d remember it. 

And Chloe knew that Beca was doing everything in her power to mask how she was really feeling.

Because Beca had never been good at letting her guard down, and her years in the spotlight had hardened every one of her defences. Had made her an expert at putting on a smile and hiding how she really felt.

But Chloe could see right through them.

She’d always been able to see right through them.

And she knew without a doubt that, right now, Beca was terrified. 

They’d been able to read each other like a book for years now, and Chloe could see the fear burning in her eyes. Could feel it in the way that Beca squeezed her hand. 

Beca was running on adrenaline, and she was using it all to keep the shake from her voice. To keep the persona up. 

She hated Theo for not being able to see it.

He’d told her Beca was okay, but she was far from it. 

“Do you know how much longer?” Chloe asked, voicing the question that Beca couldn’t. 

“Almost done,” he said. 

Chloe ran her thumb back and forth across Beca’s knuckles and gave her hand another light squeeze.

You’re okay, I’ve got you.

“And she can go home after this?”

“Sure,” he said. “Neuro checks came back clear, so once these are done she’ll be good to go.” He looked at his intern. “What does she need to watch out for over the next few days?”

“Uh, headaches that don’t go away with painkillers, vomiting, loss of consciousness, seizures, memory loss, changes in behaviour, vision loss-”

“Kid, I’m not going to remember any of this,” Beca said. “And that’s not because of the head injury.”

“We’ll give you some pamphlets,” he said, blushing slightly. “All the information is in there.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said.

“Okay,” Dr Bauer said, “you are good to go, Ms Mitchell.”

“Thanks so much,” Beca said. “If I ever need a face-lift, I know who I’m coming to.”

“Really, thank you for everything,” Chloe said. She turned to Trish. “Thank you for taking such good care of her.”

“Just doing our jobs,” she said, smiling. “Ms Mitchell, if you want to hop in here, we can get you moving.” She patted the seat of a wheelchair that an orderly had just brought.

“Really guys, I can walk,” Beca said. Chloe could see that her edges were beginning to fray. 

“Hospital policy,” Trish said. “Come on, we’ve rolled out the red carpet and everything.”

Beca shrugged and smiled, and got into the wheelchair. 

“There’s, um, a few paparazzi at the main entrance,” Chloe said, trying to sound casual. “Is there another exit we can use?”

“We’ll take care of them,” one of Beca’s security guards said. 

“I don’t want them following us to my car,” Chloe said, lowering her voice. 

“We won’t let anything happen to her, ma’am,” he said. 

“Something already happened!” Chloe snapped. “I’m trying to stop it from getting worse!”

“Chloe,” Beca said, “it’s okay. I can handle it.”

But you shouldn’t have to, Chloe wanted to scream. 

They reached the hospital entrance and Chloe saw the lights already to begin flashing through the doors. Both Beca’s personal security and hospital security managed to force them back enough to form a gap for Beca, Chloe, and Theo to walk out.

They followed them to the car. Shouting questions, camera bulbs flashing. 

“Hey!” Chloe snapped, turning on them. “She has a head injury, can you fucking cool it with the flashing lights?!”

Beca tugged Chloe’s hand and they carried on walking.

The pictures didn’t stop. 

“Chloe.”

“I know,” Chloe said, squeezing Beca’s hand as they reached the car. “I know, baby.”

Chloe could hear it in her voice.

She was about to break.

“Keys,” Theo said to Chloe. She tossed them to him without a second thought. “Beca’s security will follow us back and keep watch tonight. I can call an Uber later.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said. 

They reached the car and Chloe helped Beca into the back before climbing in beside her. The cameras couldn’t penetrate the blacked-out windows, but that didn’t stop the photographers from trying.

“Fucking cockroaches,” Chloe muttered as Theo pulled out of the parking lot, laying on the horn when they crowded the car.

Chloe waited for Beca to make a joke about her potty mouth that only came out when Chloe was stressed, but it didn’t come. 

Beca was finally letting herself feel the panic. The fear. 

“You’re okay,” Chloe said, trying not to wince as Beca’s hand tightened around hers. “Just take a breath.”

Her breathing was coming in short sharp gasps, and Chloe knew they were in the beginnings of a panic attack that would likely last the rest of the night.

“Do I need to go back to the hospital?” Theo asked, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

“No,” Beca and Chloe said at the same time,

“I have her,” Chloe said to Theo. She focused her attention on Beca again. “I have you, okay?”

Beca nodded and tried to focus on her breathing.

“I thought I was going to die,” Beca said, between gasping breaths. “Why did he do that?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Chloe said. 

The drive home seemed to take forever, but finally, Theo was pulling up to their drive and hitting the button to open the gate. 

“Get her inside,” he said. “I’ll sort everything out, out here.”

“Thank you, Theo,” Chloe said. 

“Stay home for the next few days,” he said. “It’ll blow over.”

Beca seemed calm again as they got out of the car, and she walked steadily towards the house without looking back. 

Chloe followed, her hand resting on Beca’s back.

When the front door was finally shut behind them, Chloe wasted no time in pulling Beca into her arms, letting her own tears fall as she clung to her wife.

“I was so scared,” Chloe said. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

Beca clung back, her eyes squeezed shut as she buried her face into Chloe’s neck.

Her head was hurting badly, the gash on her head stung and throbbed as the local anaesthetic began wearing off, but that all felt small compared to the panic that was growing larger in her chest.

“Can I get you anything?” Chloe asked, unwilling to let her go just yet. “Water, or something to eat?”

“No,” Beca said. “Just… Please just hold me.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, holding her tighter. “I can do that.”

They stood there for a while in the entryway of their home, Beca wrapped protectively in Chloe’s arms until Beca spoke again.

“He looked at me like he hated me,” she said. “What had I done to make him hate me like that?”

“This wasn’t your fault,” Chloe said, finally ending their hug so she could look at Beca. 

Her eye was beginning to bruise now, and Chloe thought it might have started swelling too. There was dried blood in her hair and all down the front of her shirt. 

“He gift-wrapped it,” Beca said. “He planned it. What if… What if he’d brought a knife? Or a gun?”

“Hey,” Chloe said, cupping Beca’s face with her hands. “Look at me. He can’t get you now, okay? He was arrested, and even if he wasn’t, your security guys are right outside.” 

Chloe pressed a kiss to the uninjured side of her head.

“Come on, you need to rest,” Chloe said, taking Beca’s hand and leading her upstairs. 

Beca tried to change out of her clothes, but her hands were feeling too clumsy. She couldn’t get them to cooperate enough to un-do the buttons on her shirt, so Chloe took over. 

“I don’t feel good,” Beca said, watching as Chloe eased her out of her shirt. 

“Do you feel like you need to be sick?” Chloe asked, trying not to panic.

Beca shook her head, which turned out to be a mistake. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Bec, talk to me,” Chloe said. 

“I just feel…” Beca trailed off as she searched for the word. “I keep going from numbness to fear and I just… I don’t feel like myself.” She let out a huff as tears fell quickly. “I want it to stop. I want this day to be done.”

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat. “I know you do,” Chloe said. “I do too. I wish I could say something that would fix this, but all I can do is promise that I’ll be with you every step of the way through whatever happens next.”

Beca nodded and gave Chloe the first genuine smile she’d had all night. Chloe helped Beca out of the rest of her clothes and into a baggy t-shirt.

“Thanks,” Beca said, climbing into bed.

“Does your head hurt?” Chloe asked, looking for something concrete that she could do to help. 

“Yeah,” Beca replied. 

“I’ll get you something,” Chloe said.

She grabbed a bottle of water and some painkillers, and while she was downstairs she looked outside.

She could see that the paparazzi seemed to have left, but Beca’s security team was still there, and that made her feel safer. 

She double-checked that both the front and back doors were locked before returning to the bedroom. 

When Chloe got back, Beca was scrolling on her phone, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“It’s already on the internet,” Beca said. 

Chloe didn’t tell Beca that she already knew. While they’d been waiting for the doctor to finish stitching her head up, Chloe had been fielding texts from the Bellas.

Chloe sat on the bed beside Beca and had to stifle a gasp when she looked at her phone.

It was one thing to hear about it, but quite another to see it in high definition. To see it looped, again and again. The brick connecting with the side of her head. The confusion on her face being quickly replaced by fear and then pain. 

“Okay,” Chloe said, taking Beca’s phone from her hand. She closed whatever app had been open and put her phone on the nightstand. “Here, take these.” She handed Beca the pills and the water. Beca did so without complaint. “You need to try and get some rest.”

“I can’t,” Beca said. “Everyone has seen it now. What if they all get the same idea? What if… what if they come here? The press knows where we live, anyone could have followed us home.”

“Shh,” Chloe said, gathering Beca into her arms. “That isn’t going to happen.”

“You don’t know that,” Beca said.

“I know that I’m not going to let anything else happen to you,” Chloe said. “I know that there are men and women outside right now who are here to protect you. And I know that you’re running on adrenaline right now and that sleep feels impossible, but you need to try.”

Chloe knew Beca wasn’t going to lie down and try to sleep willingly, she was too wired for that, so she adjusted their positions until Beca was lying with the uninjured side of her head on Chloe’s chest.

As carefully as she could, Chloe began stroking the hair from her face, making sure not to get anywhere near her stitches.

“Do you want an ice pack or anything for your head?”

“No,” Beca said, her breathing beginning to even out. “Please don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Chloe said. “We’ll call your therapist in the morning to see if she can squeeze you in.”

“She’s probably seen the video,” Beca said. 

“Well, then she has all night to figure out what to say to make it better.”

Beca gave a soft laugh.

They stayed in that position for hours, the only sound was the occasional sniffle from Beca. At one point, Chloe asked if she wanted her to turn out the light, but Beca said she’d rather keep it on.

Chloe knew her eyes were fixed on the doorway, waiting for someone to burst through the door and attack her.

“You need to try and sleep,” Chloe said. 

Beca gave a grunt in response, and Chloe knew that was all she could manage. All her energy was going into just keeping her eyes open.

“Sleep,” Chloe said again. “I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

It wasn’t a choice anymore, and Chloe felt Beca’s body finally relax against hers.

[samsgff]

CHAPTER 3!!

"do you think he's actually telling the truth?" one of the vampires asked.

"eh maybe i say let's wake him up" the other replied excitedly.

"are you out of your mind Mother told us not to lay a finger on him without her say so" the younger vampire added.

"oh come on she won't know" the oldest answered with a smirk. And with a simple snap of a finger Dean Winchester was awake again, this time more petrified than ever, since he realized that he was in fact not dreaming and that no one is coming to rescue him from that hell hole he's been stuck in for forty eight hours.

"so is it true? that you're not a hunter?" The question echoed in his ears as his thoughts kept spiraling around, a hunter? why do they think im a hunter? is this a dream? am i dreaming? did i die? the more he asked himself questions the more it felt like the air was being sucked out of the room, right out of his lungs, his heart beating faster with each passing minute as his hands slowly started feeling numb-

"hello?? i am talking to you??" the vampire added as she flicked his forehead.

"im im not" he muttered.

"oh really? so the name sam winchester doesn't mean a thing to you?" she knew exactly what she was doing.

"sam?" he replied confused. The name seemed familiar yet so strange it's as if something was blocking his mind from comprehending it.

"yeah big bad tall sam winchester with his puppy doe eyes and long brown hair ugh i really wish we had gotten him instead of you but oh well" the creature mumbled while twirling her hair.

This sentence really hit him like a brick.

He could sense this sam winchester clearly meant something to him or at least to those evil monsters but he couldn't put his finger on it-

and the more he thought about it the more his headache increased since the wall Castiel had built up for him was slowly crumbling each time someone mentioned the name "Sam Winchester"

"Didn't i tell you not to wake him up??" Raven shouted from the back.

"this was all her doing!!" Bethany the oldest pointed at the youngest vampire.

And without hesitation Raven pulled Bethany's heart with her bare hands.

"i never really liked her anyways" She added as she licked the blood off her fingers before tracing them all over Dean's traumatized face.

"what what do you want from me?" the winchester spoke out with tears storming down his face, whilst his chin trembled like a toddler.

"oh my poor little Dean, i want nothing from you...well except from the blood pumping through your veins of course" she exclaimed smoothly.

"please just let me go please" Dean cried out.

"shh now go to sleep and it will all be over soon" Raven whispered.

°•°•°•°•°

Bobby and Castiel were desperately waiting for some sort of sign, any sign that could guide them to Dean, they couldn't handle losing both of the winchesters or for Bobby's case the three of them.

"This is driving me insane" Bobby sighed as he took a shot from his beer.

"Im sure something will turn up soon" Castiel added trying to reassure the old man, knowing damn well that if he hadn't suggested to wipe Dean's memory he wouldn't have disappeared.

Few minutes of silent went by before the phone rang.

"Singer" Bobby spoke loudly.

"Hey Bobby it's me Rufus i think i just found the car of your missing buddy" the other hunter informed him.

"Are you sure it's the Impala?" Bobby asked with a glimpse of hope.

"Yeah i think so- it's abandoned and in the middle of nowhere" Rufus affirmed.

"Alright tell me the location and I'll be right there" the old man answered.

"I can get us there fast" The angel proposed.

"No I'd rather take the ca-" Before he even got the chance to finish his sentence he found himself right next to the impala.

"you annoy me you know that right?" he uttered.

"i think the car wasn't originally here" Rufus stated.

"you think?" Bobby inquired.

"yeah i think so too" Castiel agreed.

"i can't sense Dean ever being in this region yet i feel like he's close at the same time i can't quite explain it" he added confused.

"Let's get to work then" The hunters stated.

After a few more hours of interrogating locals, the three rescuers narrowed Dean's location to two different spots.

"Which one do you think it is?" Rufus asked.

"Cas what does your mojo tell you" Bobby inquired in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"i think we should check out the barn first" the angel proposed.

°•°•°•°

"ugh he tastes so good" Raven moaned.

"You know I'll miss him once he's gone" she told her youngest who was still in shock.

"oh come on cheer up and have a taste" she offered holding Dean's head up by his bloody matted hair.

As the other one got closer to finally taste the delicious fresh taste of a Wincheste's blood, she got interrupted by a loud bang coming from their right and before she even got the chance to know what it was, her head flew across the room like a bowling ball.

"Get away from my son you blood sucking creature" Bobby shouted as he barged into the room.

Her loud laugh echoed through the emtpy barnhouse making everyone wince at the annoying noise "you want him?" she asked taunting "then come got what's left of him you human weakling" she finished off with a cocky smile as she wiped off the leftover blood from the corner of her mouth.

Bobby's eyes widened as he saw Dean's lifeless body being held up by the rusted metal chain's, dropping everything he ran as fast as he can towards him while cas and rufus took care of the bitch.

Bobby unchained his now only son and held him close to his body with his tired eyes welling with tears

"Dean- hey wake up wake up boy" he stuttered

"come on i know you're still here come on" he cried harder.

Few seconds of silent passed by, before Dean slightly opened his eyes... and Bobby's face lit up with a tiny smile.

"hey hey you're okay" the old man tried comforting his injured son while trying to believe it himself.

"who's sam?" Dean mumbled weakly before passing out again.

[cecilebutcher]

ღLaufey songs I associate with twst boysღ

I’m back on my musical bullshit😎 just so we’re clear, this has zero thoughts, behind it o7 Enjoy!!

!!Don’t like,it does nothing. Reblog instesd!!

Characters: Every nrc student + some oc’s

Riddle Rosehearts: like the movies

“Maybe I'm just old fashioned. Read too many fairytales. It's no wonder I've had no luck, no one's ever good enough. I want a love like I've seen in the movies.That's why I'll never fall in love”

Trey Clover: I wish you love

“And in July a lemonade. To cool you in some leafy glade. I wish you health. And more than wealth. My breaking heart and I agree. That you and I could never be. So with my best, my very best. I set you free”

Cater Diamond: someone new

“I have to get off Instagram. I keep on going back. Looking at our memories. I know that you will soon delete. We turn to strangers in a day. Now you walk away. Every time I catch your eye. When did you become so shy?”

Ace Trappola: Best friend

“I have never tolerated someone for so long. I've never laughed so much. I haven't written a sad song. There's no one else I'd rather fall asleep with. And dream with. You're my best friend in the world”

Deuce Spade: just like Chet

“Why did you put me through. 11 months of "you're so pretty's, " "I miss you's"? It's absurd what even occurred between autumn and spring. If you never loved me. In a perfect world. I wouldn't have met you that night. Would've stayed with my friends. And just danced 'til the morning light”

Leona Kingscholar: Valentine

“I've rejected affection. For years and years. Now I have it, and damn it. It's kind of weird. He tells me I'm pretty. Don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too. Can I say that? Don't have a clue”

Ruggie Bucchie: Promise

“It hurts to be something. It's worse to be nothing with you. I've done the math. There's no solution. We'll never last. Why can't I let go of this?”

Jack Howl: lucky for me

“When the sun goes away in the autumn. And the leaves trickle down from the trees. The heat of the summer's forgotten. You'll be here, so lucky for me. You don't tell me to shut up. Even when I talk too much you smile at me. Say, "Don't worry"”

Azul Ashengrotto: From the start

“Oh, the burning pain. Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate. "She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah. Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day. Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say”

Jade Leech: above the Chinese restaurant

“Street sounds blistered with neon lights. Heard the neighbors snoring every other night. Eating dumplings from next door. Finish 'em up they'd give us some more. Didn't realize we had it all. Even when the roof came caving in that fall. Oh, I loved you more than you know. Covered in the flakes of crystal white snow”

Floyd Leech: dancing with you tonight

“Silly boy, don't talk to me. I don't have the energy. Please don't ask to dance with me tonight. I do better on my own (on my own). I don't mean to come off cold (come off cold). But my dear, I'm all danced out tonight. Now the gin is hitting me. And it's almost half-past three. Am I crazy or seeing things? I'm sorry if I can't go for another swing”

Kalim Al-Asim: Magnolia

“A word from her lips, her sirens kiss. Will send you straight into abyss. Magnolia, I wish she'd give her secrets away. Enchants everyone and I think it'd be fun. To be like her someday. But I cannot compete with her. Perfection is the only word. I think of when I think of Magnolia. She doesn't know that the world is turning just for her”

Jamil Viper: Street by Street

“Step by step, brick by brick. I'm reclaiming what's mine. This city is way too small. To give away to just one guy. Street by street, breath by breath. From the Back Bay to the sky. I'm taking back my city. I'm Taking back my life. The cafe Where you asked me for my name. The bookstore we spent Five hours hiding from the rain”

Vil Shoenheit: beautiful stranger

“What if I would've stayed on the train? Dared to stand up and ask for his name. Maybe we would have exchanged a few words. A fairytale moment could have occurred. But my beautiful stranger will have to remain. A stranger until I see him again. See him again. Hmm, mmh.”

Rook Hunt: fragile

“The soft candle glow. The music so slow. Your skin on my skin. The room is spinning. Nerve in my bone. I'm shaking oh no. I'm talking though I shouldn't be. I've lost all sensibility. I've never been so fragile”

Epel Felmier: falling behind

“'Cause the sun's engaged to the sky. And my best friend's found a new guy. I'm only getting older. I've never had a shoulder to cry on. Someone to call mine. Everybody's falling in love and I'm falling behind”

Idia Shroud:this is how it feels(ft. D4vd)

“This is how it feels. To fall in love with you. To always think of you. To always dream of you. Yes, it hurts so much. To fall in love with you. So if this is how it feels. Tell me if our love is real. There's some type of strange appeal. To the way it was so effortless, uh. I cannot help it”

Malleus Draconia: Bewitched

“You bewitched me. From the first time that you kissed me. Waited all night. Then we ran down the street in the late London light. The world froze around us, you kissed me good night. You bewitch me. Every damn second you're with me. I try to think straight. But I'm falling so badly, I'm coming apart. You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me. Bewitched”

Lilia Vanrouge: night light

“Cardboard boxes covеring the floor. Guess I won't be living in here anymore. Take down the posters of the pop stars on the wall. Empty room, it looks so small. All of the laughter. All the sleepless nights. Waiting for ever after. Snow falling outside, keeping on the night light”

Silver (Vanrouge): let you break my heart again

“One day, I will stop falling in love with you. Some day, someone will like me like I like you. Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie. Pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course I'll let you break my heart again. Some day, one day. I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do. I'll be thinking of you. Let you break my heart again”

Sebek Zigvolt: dear soulmate

“Dear soulmate. Do you think of me? 'Cause I do. Do you have green eyes or are they brown like mine? Do you have a sister too? Dear soulmate. One day I'll give this song you. We will drive up to the mountains? Camp in a little tent? When the bears come at night. Will you put up a fight? Or will you hide with me in my flashlight?”

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: questions for the universe

“Falling in love feels more like crashing. Stars spin around my head. So I'm asking. Will my worries ever melt away? Mm. Run out of sentences to say. Wish that I could put this into better words. Will I ever fall in love or will I always search?”

Tao Yúchi: second best

“I'll never forget how stupid in love I felt. I'll always regret how I couldn't ever tell. That you walked a little faster, left me behind. Kissed me with somebody else in mind. I loved you so much. That I settled for less. Oh, you were my everything. I was your second best.”

Igor Kazentoc: serendipity

“I won't pretend I've been anxious. Just like I've always been. This time it's sticking. And time just stops ticking. When I have my arms around you. Four-leaf clovers and lucky dimes. Coincidences and cosmic signs. Have proved that I am quite naive. I'm falling fast, filling gravity. And all that I see is serendipity”

Junto Shuisha: everything I know about love

“I wouldn't mind (ahh). I heard that falling fast is so divine. Are these songs just telling plain old lies? 'Cause that's everything I know about love (ooh, ooh). Everything I know about love (ooh, ooh). I don't know that much at all. I trip, I fall. Every time I try, it's all too much. That's everything I know about love”

Jasper Spade: slow down

“I wish it would slow down. Even for a second. I'm so old now. Left my adolescence. Going out to parties. And getting way too drunk. Think I found somebody. But don't think that it's love. I wish it would slow down. Slow down. Mhm, mhm. ”

Aikat Spanos: I’ve never been in love before

“I've never been in love before. I thought my heart was safe. I thought I knew the score. But this is why. It's all too strange and strong. I'm full of foolish song, and out my song must pour. So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in. I've really never been in love before”

Phobes Spanos: what love will do to you

“Lately, I've been in a haze. Running late, can't think straight. The world feels smaller, yet the trees look taller. There's enchantment in the air. I know I sound stupid, I do. That's what love will do to you. Read my favorite book. For the hundredth time. At least I know of how it ends. In real life it just all depends”

Yes I know I placed valentine for my baby boy Sebek in the last post, but it fits Leona this time ok?

Anywho hope ya’ll enjoyed this as much as I had fun writing this:D

Finally back to posting shit!! I have had this in my drafts for ages

!!requests are open!!

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Sun and Moon show incorrect quotes 3.

1.Ruin: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

2.Lunar: When I was your age- Bloodmoon, mocking Lunar: When I was your height. Lunar: Lunar: Listen here you little shit-

3.Bloodmoon, to Moon: How do you tell someone politely you want to hit them with a brick?

4.Bloodmoon rushes by with an armful of water bottles Sun: What's going on? Moon: Bloodmoon wouldn't drink water. Sun: …And? Moon: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle. Bloodmoon, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

5.Moon, texting: Ruin, will you please go to sleep? Ruin, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? Eclipse, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! Moon, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? Ruin, texting: I’m trying Eclipse, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH Moon, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

6.Eclipse: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Bloodmoon: …I was hungry.

7.Sun, texting Moon: Moon! Help I'm being kidnapped! Moon: Where are you? Sun: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help. Moon: I'll call Earth. Earth, answering their cell: Y'ello? Moon: Where's Sun? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Earth: Sun? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me- Earth: Earth: I'll call you back. Hangs up Earth: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD! Sun: WHO ARE YOU!?

9.Eclipse: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Lunar: Even better! Eclipse: What the fuck did you- Lunar: holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.

10.Bloodmoon: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Eclipse, used to Bloodmoon being dumb: Sure… Bloodmoon: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Eclipse: Okay? Bloodmoon: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Eclipse: Bloodmoon: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Eclipse: Jesus, that one is a little- Ruin, interested: No, no, Bloodmoon, keep going.

11.Bloodmoon, grinning: I have a knife! Earth: Put it down, Bloodmoon. Bloodmoon: Make me! sprints away

12.Monty: Oh, to be a bored heir to the throne who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener. Earth: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the heir’s room because she is in love with him. Bloodmoon: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for her secret deliveries in the middle of the night. Lunar: Oh, to be the heir’s best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other. Chica: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love instantly and plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending. Ruin: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the heir’s personal life and who dies of dysentery at age 23.

13.Earth: Regular soda is too sweet!

Bloodmoon: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Earth: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn’t have sugar! It’s SPICY!

Bloodmoon: It has other weird stuff in it! I’ll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Earth: It’s SO SWEET like it’s a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Bloodmoon: I’m going to physically attack you.

Earth: Which is better, Ruin?

Ruin: Oh, I usually drink water!

Bloodmoon: Wha- NO!

Earth: DISGUSTING!

14.Sun, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Moon: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

15.Eclipse: How would you guys deal with a toxic friend? Earth: Tell them how you really feel. Sun: Slowly distance yourself from them. Bloodmoon: Engage in a 1v1 sword battle and if they lose they have to stop being toxic or pay the price. Eclipse, being handed a sword: …well heck.

16.Moon: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

17.Bloodmoon and Ruin texting Bloodmoon: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely. Ruin: Isn't Eclipse there? Bloodmoon: Yes but I like you more.

18.Eclipse: They… well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff? Lunar: Um, murder??? Ruin: Adventuring! Bloodmoon: Tuesday.

19.Eclipse: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Lunar, Sun, Earth, and Bloodmoon: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

20.Sun: Christmas lights? Moon: Check. Lunar: Thermos of hot cocoa? Moon: Check. Earth: Santa suits? Moon: Check. Eclipse: Shovel? Moon: Check. Bloodmoon: Alibi and bail money? Moon: Check- wait, WHAT?!

[mustainegf]

—Masterpost

— chapter 13

"But there's something you should know.”

Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach, threatening to suffocate me with its intensity.

What could she possibly have to tell me that was worse than everything we had already been through?

The reason I haven't seen her gorgeous face in weeks.

"What is it?" I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, as I reached out to gently cup her cheek in my hand.

She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the sidewalk. And then, finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice trembling with emotion.

"I... I'm sick, James," she confessed, her words hanging heavy in the air between us. "Really sick."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling with their intensity.

Sick? How sick? The thought was like a knife through my heart, a reminder of just how fragile and uncertain life could be.

She was sick, really sick. But why was she so upset about it now? Was it something new, something worse than her kidney disease?

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion as I reached out to gently take her hand in mine. "How bad is it?"

As Felicity remained silent, my heart clenched with a sense of dread and anticipation. I couldn't bear the thought of her suffering in silence, of carrying the weight of her illness alone.

"Tell me," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I looked into her eyes, searching for answers.

"I'm in the final stages," she confessed, her words hanging heavy in the air between us. "The doctors... they say I need new kidneys… surgery stuff.”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me reeling with their intensity.

The final stages?

New kidneys?

"But Felicity, you can't die," I pleaded, my voice choked with emotion as tears streamed down my face. "I'll do it, I’ll do it, I'll give you a kidney. You can't leave me, please." I cried.

But she shook her head, her expression pained as she reached out to gently wipe away my tears. "No, James," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I can't let you do that."

How could she possibly say that? How could she turn down the chance to live just for me?

"But I love you," I insisted, my voice trembling with emotion. "I can't imagine my life without you. Please, Felicity, don't leave me." I rambled between blubbers.

"It's going to be okay, James," Felicity whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she held me close. "I promise."

I couldn't bear the thought of losing her, of standing by helplessly as she slipped away from me.

"I can't lose you," I choked out, my voice thick with tears as I buried my face in her shoulder. "I can't..."

And then, slowly but surely, she leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and gentle against mine. In that moment, as we clung to each other in the darkness, I felt a sense of peace, a sliver of hope in the midst of the storm.

"I love you," she whispered against my lips, her words a promise of hope and renewal. "And I'm not going to give up, James. Not now, not ever."

Felicity gently tilted my chin up, her eyes searching mine with a depth of love and understanding that took my breath away. Her fingers brushed away my tears. "I'm here, James. I'm not going anywhere."

I watched her, nodding as I lost myself in her eyes, illuminated by the blue of the night.

"I need to go home and rest before my parents find out I snuck out."

I nodded, swallowing back the lump in my throat as I wiped away my tears, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"I'll walk you home," I insisted, taking her hand in mine as we began to make our way down the path.

As we walked, the silence between us was heavy with unspoken words and emotion, but there was a sense of peace.

The minutes we walked were silent, calm, and raw.

I was still thinking about what she’d said. If someone didn’t help, Felicity was going to die.

And as we reached Felicity's front door, I paused, reluctant to let her go, even for a moment. "Promise me you'll rest," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked into her eyes.

Felicity nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I promise," she said, reaching up to gently cup my cheek in her hand.

“When can I see you again?” I whispered.

Felicity's smile softened, her eyes meeting mine with a warmth that eased the ache in my chest. "I’m not sure," she replied, her voice unsure.

"Maybe if you come by, mom and dad will let you say hi." She explained. I nodded, making a mental note to visit.

Reluctantly, I released her hand, knowing that she needed to rest and recuperate. But as she stepped back into the warmth of her home, I couldn't shake the feeling of longing that washed over me, the need to be near her, to reassure myself that she was okay.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I watched her disappear inside.

As I shut the front door behind me, the weight of the night's events crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

Tears streamed down my face as I stood there in the darkness, the echoes of Felicity's words still ringing in my ears.

And then, as if on cue, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, the soft shuffle of slippers against the linoleum floor.

I turned to see my mother standing in the kitchen, her expression unreadable as she watched me.

For a moment, memories flooded back, our heated argument only hours earlier.

But I pushed them aside, losing myself in the overwhelming tide of emotion that threatened to consume me whole.

Without a word, I crossed the room in a few quick strides, wrapping my arms around my mother in a tight hug.

I buried my face in her shoulder, the warmth of her hold soothing the ache in my heart as I began to sob uncontrollably.

I’ve never cried like this in front of mom, not since I was very little.

"She's gonna die, Mom," I choked out, my voice thick with tears. "She can't die. We can't let her die. I love her."

My words tumbled out in a rush, a jumble of emotion and desperation as I clung to my mother, seeking solace in her presence.

But even as I spoke, a part of me knew that my pleas were futile, that no amount of begging or bargaining could change the truth.

Between uncontrollable sobs, I tried to explain to my mother the gravity of Felicity's situation.

"She needs a kidney transplant, Mom," I managed to choke out, my voice thick with tears. "She's in the final stages. She's... she's dying."

The words felt like a punch to the gut as they left my lips, each syllable heavy on my tongue.

“I love her. She can’t die, I love her…” I whimpered, my cries endless.

My mother's arms tightened around me, her own eyes brimming with tears as she held me close.

“Oh, James," she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow and compassion. "I know, sweetheart. I know."

Her words offered a small measure of comfort, but they did little to ease me. The thought of losing Felicity, of never seeing her smile or hearing her laughter again, was too much to handle.

"I love her," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper as I buried my face in my mother's shoulder. "She can't die, Mom. I love her so much..."

My cries echoed through the kitchen, filling the room with the raw intensity of my grief. It felt like my heart was being torn apart, each beat a painful reminder of the love I stood to lose.

But even as I sobbed against my mother's shoulder, a small voice in the back of my mind urged me not to give up hope.

"We'll do everything we can to help her, James," my mother said softly, her words a whispered promise of support and solidarity. "We won't give up on her. I promise."

As I clung to my mother, the realization washed over me like a wave crashing against the shore. No matter how much we disagreed, no matter how much God stood between us, my mother would always be there for me.

And I would always reach for her.

"It's going to be okay, James," she murmured softly, her voice a gentle reassurance in the darkness. "I promise."

I wanted to believe her, to trust in her promise. But it wasn't easy.

What if she was wrong? What if everything fell apart, leaving me adrift and alone?

As we made our way up the stairs to my bedroom, my mother's hand rested on my shoulder.

In the soft glow of my bedroom, my mother guided me into bed, her touch gentle and loving. She brushed the tears from my cheeks with a tenderness that brought tears to my eyes anew.

"I know you’re scared, James," she said softly, her eyes filled with understanding. "But Felicity sounds very strong."

I sighed, closing my eyes as she tucked me into bed. Something she hadn’t done since I was 8.

I didn’t feel inferior, or embarrassed to be tucked in by my mom at 16. It was gentle, calming. It gave me something to hold onto.

She urged me to sleep. I nodded weakly, exhaustion and tears weighing heavy on my eyelids, but the worry sat there beside me still.

As she brushed the hair from my face with a tenderness that brought more tears to my eyes.

"Felicity is safe and okay, James," Mom reassured me, her voice a soft whisper in the darkness. "You don't need to worry about her right now. Just close your eyes and rest."

Her voice was a lullaby, lulling me into a sense of peace.

With a deep sigh, I allowed myself to sink into the embrace of sleep.

Mom sat at my bedside, petting my hair, her voice soothing me each time the tears rose again.

I wasn’t sure how long this went on for. Long enough to break my moms heart.

But even as hers was cracking, she still did everything she could to put mine back together.

As I slowly blinked my eyes open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains cast a warm glow over my room.

The air was still and calm, carrying with it the faint scent of vanilla from a candle my mother had lit the night before.

I took a deep breath, the events of the previous night flooding back to me with a painful clarity.

The tears, the pleas, the overwhelming sense of despair.

I turned my gaze to the ceiling, tracing the familiar patterns of cracks and imperfections with my eyes. My mind was a mess of thoughts.

Felicity's face flashed before my eyes, her smile etched into my memory like a photograph. The thought of her possibly lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life, shook me to my confused teenage core.

Felicity was strong, stronger than anyone I knew, and if anyone could overcome it, it was her.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up into a sitting position, the weight of the world resting on my shoulders.

As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cool wooden floor beneath my feet made me more aware.

I made my way out of my room. The house was quiet, the only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

I couldn't help but wonder if my sister, Deanna, had heard my sobs last night.

The thought made my stomach churn with unease. I didn't want her to worry about me, especially not with everything else going on.

As I reached the kitchen, I found Deanna sitting at the table, a comic spread out in front of her. She looked up as I entered, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Morning," she said softly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Did you sleep okay?"

My sister almost never said this to me. This immediately told me she heard my struggle last night.

I nodded, offering her a weak smile in return. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

The clatter of cereal hitting the bowl filled the kitchen as I prepared myself breakfast, the silence between Deanna and me stretching taut like a thin wire.

I could feel her gaze on me, a mixture of concern and apprehension, and it made my stomach churn with unease.

As I settled down at the table with my food, Deanna broke the silence with a single word that hung heavy in the air.

"Transplant?" she said nervously, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced up at me through her lashes.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me as I struggled to find the right words.

"Yeah," I whispered back, my voice barely audible over the soft crunching of cereal.

We both fell silent again.

Words felt inadequate. But our small interaction said enough. She understood.

And so I sat in the quiet of the morning, crunching on my cereal, and thinking of the girl from the lake.

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