#exams have finally broken my brain!

[kohakhearts]

writing one (1) stupid cheesy romcom-esque christmas fic per year is a full-time job. tbh

#taylor.txt #i did not write one last year actually! or in 2021 (though i wrote one that was SET at christmastime so. counrs imo) #but i have an idea i just need finals to end so i can write it #im in my eating off paper plates because my brain is too broken to run the dishwasher era #but like. if i can just finish these last two exams and file some insurance things and clean my apartment and do my christmas shopping #all of which have a hard deadline of like. sunday next week. so it will get done #but anyway if i can do all that shit then i will be free to write. and i will make that everyone else’s problem #youve heard this before but………maybe while i’m at it i’ll even fill up my queue :p

[notspidergoth]

HOBIE BROWN X BURNT OUT READER

Summary: Reader is overworking themselves, Hobie helps them out! (romantically implied)

Warnings: Forgetting to eat, almost fainting, my sleep-deprived grammar, oh and cursing

A/N: (totally not projecting right now how am I still in school. fucking finals... UGH!!)

Wordcount: 928 words

You continued to type on your laptop, vigorously working the paper your English teacher thought would be a good idea to assign a week before final exams.

There was still some homework to catch up on, pages of mindless busywork to jot out. Even yet there were still study guides to fill out and memorize, and did you end up finishing that project on-

Your train of thought was broken off by the sound of your bedroom window being slid open. The culprit looked up at you before closing the window behind him.

"Hey," Hobie greeted, walking over and leaning against your desk.

You moved some of the papers scattered on your desk out of his way, before continuing to type down your thesis statement.

"No 'hey' back today?" he smirked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, no, yeah, hey Hobie." you muttered, bowed over your laptop.

"When'd this all happen?" he gesturing to the stacks of papers on your desk.

"When all my teachers simultaneously decided to be fucking cunts."

He chuckled, sitting down on your bed. For the past while Hobie had been coming over to visit you, the both of you keeping each other company from time to time.

It was like he could sense when you were neglecting yourself at this point, always coming at the most opportune times.

"You seem pretty stressed, when's the last time you've taken a break?"

"A break? Sorry, but have you seen what I have left to do here?" you gestured, exasperated.

"I take that as a no for break-taking."

"Nope." you sighed, flipping through your notes.

"You at least eat something earlier?" he asked questioningly.

"Yeah, sure, yeah." you waved him away, reading through highlighted bullet points.

"Alright then." he shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender.

A couple hours past, and the two of you sat in comfortable silence with one another. You could faintly hear heavy guitar emitting from his phone, and the sound of him chuckling at whatever he was scrolling through. You could just imagine how his face looked when he smiled, the way the corners of his mouth would slant upwards into that arrogantly smug grin that just fit him so well, his lip piercing shifting ever so slightly when he-

"Doin alright?" Hobie looked over at you, "Ya kinda spaced out for a bit."

You looked up at Hobie, and then back down at the blinking cursor on your screen, the last edit made 11 minutes ago.

"Shit."

"Think its bout time you took a break." Hobie sat up, looking at you with concern.

Your brain finally caught up to the conversation. "Huh? No, I'm good, I'm good, sorry."

"Don't apologize." He said, getting up and leaning against your desk once again. "Its been awhile, lets go grab something to eat."

You looked back down at your paper, not nearly as close to done as you had wanted. "I can't, not right now... I'm almost finished it though!" You smiled tiredly, trying to hype yourself up for the remainder of the work left.

Hobie looked over at you, the piles of homework on your desk, and then back at you, before closing your laptop shut.

"Hey!-"

"Nope. C'mon, you're takin a break." he deadpanned, serious.

You were about to retaliate once more before he shot you a glare. You knew if you didn't stop now, he'd end up dragging you away from your desk. Or even worse, keep your laptop hostage. You shuddered at the thought, before you saw movement beside you.

Hobie held out a hand for you to grab, looking down at you from where he stood. The light in your room bounced off him, his metal studs and pins shining in the light.

You grabbed his hand, allowing him to help pull you up. Spots dotted their way into your vision as you stood, feeling the world spin around you. When was the last time you ate? You gripped onto his hand tighter, waiting for the lightheaded feeling to pass.

"You good?" He looked down at you, faux uncaringness hiding the worry across his face.

"Mhm, yup, all good, perfect, just feel like fainting, gimmie a sec."

He continued to hold you up as you supported your weight against him. It was warm, comforting almost if you could ignore the sickly feeling in your stomach.

You were glad your body granted you the ability to see once more, blinking at your surroundings, only to be met with Hobie, having leaned down to look at you. His sharp dark eyes were laced with concern as they looked into yours.

"Shit, have you not eaten yet today?"

Thinking about it now, you couldn't quite recall when you last ate, but you couldn't quite remember much of anything staring into his eyes. You saw them soften before you, before he stood up straight again.

"Fucks sake, c'mon, lets go." Hobie rolled his eyes, putting one of your arms around his shoulders, holding you upright.

"Where we going?" You asked, feeling confident enough to stand on your own, but not wanting to pull away from his warm touch.

"Food joint. Someone smart as you'd think eating's a bright idea, no?" He chuckled, leading you through your bedroom door.

"Not taking the window this time?" you joked, giggling. He had always entered and exited your apartment through the windows, no matter how many times you've asked him to use the front door.

A smile pulled across his face, "Yeah, yeah, shuddup."

The two of you laughed, holding onto him as you left behind your homework.

A/N: (lets see if i have the mental capacity to keep posting!!! remember to eat and drink water!)

#hobie x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie my beloved

[golden-barnes]

Operation milkshakes, hospital visits and custody of Mr Bear

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Sequel to Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together. Bucky and Reader are finally on their little coffee date, but Amaya gets hurt. Then there's a shared custody to heal a broken arm. {wc: 2.7k} Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure again and a bit of insecurity from reader . Some sexual references bit of tension but its mostly fluff. Amaya gets hurt but it's brief. if you don't like a milf reader pls don't interact I don't want to get hate like last time lmao a/n: I have been writing this for years it seems and I finally am able to finish it and I'm so happy I hope you guys enjoy it. I am gonna try and finish all of my stories this month to be able to do other stuff. I am so sorry if it's shitty as hell, I tried my best to fight the writter's block Reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Is Bucky embarrassed that he has been texting none stop with his student’s mom? Yes, but who will stop him from feeling like he is walking on cloud nine? For the past few weeks, Bucky has been texting you back and forth whenever you had a break. 

Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to get that cup of coffee because of work, but Bucky knew he had found his match. Funny, intelligent, and the sweetest person he has ever met. 

Fuck, I feel like a love-struck schoolboy. Bucky thinks, cursing at himself while passing the exam papers to his students. Amaya smiled at him, basically giving him a knowing smirk. Holy shit, he feels blackmailed by a 6-year-old. 

She has no idea that Bucky and her mom are on a talking stage, but that doesn’t stop her from smirking at her teacher, who her mom has told her auntie that her teacher was cute. And that was enough for her already planning your wedding where she gets to be a flower girl. 

 Bucky sat down at his desk when he felt his phone vibrate. The notification had your name on it, almost making Bucky jump out of his seat. 

Hey, one of my clients canceled for Friday. U wanna get that coffee? 

Bucky couldn’t seem to write yes faster. He felt so happy, but shit, what was he going to wear? His closet comprises of henleys and sweaters. The occasional tank tops are there, but they weren’t the norm. He dresses like a middle-aged librarian, and he is proud of it. But, on the other hand, maybe he was overthinking it.

“Dude, it’s a coffee date. Not a Michelin restaurant.” Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky’s rant. Bucky told his best friends about inner turmoil and why he was so stressed. Sam just laughed at him.

“We don’t know about that one Rogers; she is a fancy lawyer for a fancy firm. She’s probably making the big bucks.” Sam winked at Bucky, which made him feel even more stressed. 

What if they dated, and she felt embarrassed to show him to her lawyer friends? He is on a New York Public school salary, it’s a miracle he has enough money to live alone, but he was going to be rooming with Steve. 

“Sam, stop torturing him, please. I can see the smoke coming out of his ears.” Wanda explained, heating up her lunch and smirking at her extremely stressed friend. 

“He is just so fun to mess with.”Sam whined while Bucky couldn’t help but scoff. 

“I am glad my suffering is your enjoyment, but I am about to run away to New Jersey and live as a hermit because I haven’t been on a date since college, and I have no fucking clue what to wear. Help me.” Bucky rambles, almost out of breath. Sam bites back a chuckle while Steve just looks worried. Wanda sighs; being the only person with brain cells in the teacher’s lounge is difficult.

“Bucky, wear that brown blazer you wore at my engagement party. Maybe a blue henley underneath. You did say she thought you looked hot in those, so who cares, honestly. “ Wanda Maximoff, the voice of reason to these messy elementary school teachers once again. 

Bucky should stop asking these things to Sam and Steve and just ask go directly to Wanda. 

(Y/N) wasn't doing that great either. She really liked Bucky; he was a hot guy but caring and smart. He made her laugh with his dorky quotes and references. He was well-read and gave her excellent book recommendations. 

More importantly, Amaya loved him. Every day she would show up rambling about something he had done in class that made her very happy. Whether it was telling her a funny story using Mister Bear, Bucky’s teaching assistant that Amaya adored, or handing her a fruit roll-up when the other kids weren't looking. Bucky was her favorite teacher, but it mostly felt like he had taken a father role that she needed.

One thing that made her stress out was how she was perceived. She had been on dates before, and every time the men went home running with their tails between their legs after feeling threatened by her confidence and career. 

Being a single mother and a powerful lawyer really fucked over her chances of dating. Apparently, knowing your worth and what you want doesn’t make you that appealing to men, especially these insecure, fragile masculinity-having assholes. 

But Bucky seemed different; he knew she had a kid and an influential career and still wanted to date her? He was different. 

“You still overthinking this date?” Her coworker and close friend, Jen, asked her. Nat rolled her eyes, knowing (Y/N) like the back of her hand. 

“She has been making a pros and cons list on her computer for the past hour. Girl, he likes you. No grown man texts you romantic quotes at 3 am without sending a you up? Text.” Natasha rambles but (Y/N) sighs. She knows what Nat is saying is correct, but still… She didn’t want to make things awkward for ‘Maya. 

“She has it really bad, but he seems so sweet. It’s just a coffee date; get to know him in person.” Jen tried to comfort her. She patted her shoulder, sorta giving (Y/N) a side hug. 

“Now on to date outfits. I say a plaid skirt and a sweater. The skimpiest skirt you have.” Nat grins evilly. 

“It’s a coffee date, not a hookup.” (Y/N) laughs at her suggestion. 

“Whatever you say, but that man’s shoulders are so broad that it wouldn’t be surprising if your legs were on them after the night.” Nat shrugs, but (Y/N) and Jenn laugh at the sexual joke. 

“I am trying not to give Maya a sibling yet.” (Y/N) threw a piece of paper at Nat. 

“Yet is the keyword in that sentence.” Nat winked at her comment. 

Bucky was shifting his weight on the chair. They had decided to meet at this cute little café that opened about a month ago. It was right next to a bookstore that Bucky loved so much, and coincidently (Y/N) took Amaya a lot to get her story time books. 

“Sorry I am late; traffic was horrible.” Bucky swore his breath was stolen from his chest because the minute he saw her, he felt like his lungs didn’t have air. 

“I- uhm, I get it. You look beautiful, by the way.” (Y/N) smiled at his compliment while sitting right before him. 

“You don’t look bad yourself.” She winked at the teacher, who started sweating bullets once she began to compliment him. 

“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks the couple. (Y/N) nods while Bucky just looks puzzled at the menu. She smiled at him.

“Give us a minute, please.” (Y/N) said kindly. 

“Do you have any idea what you are going to order? If you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky asks sheepishly, but the woman just smiles. 

“I am dying to try this plum strudel, especially since Maya isn’t here to steal my pieces. And I need a milkshake.” (Y/N) explained; Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

“Amaya is a bit of a sugar fiend, isn’t she? I can’t even eat my fruits in peace without her looking at me as if I stole them from her.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) rolled her eyes because she knew her daughter.

“It’s not a shocker. It’s practically my fault. When I was pregnant with her, all I did was eat candy. I have a sweet tooth, but she’s like a sugar monster.” She explained, reminiscing all the pregnancy cravings she had. Bucky laughed at her comment. 

“You sure you don’t want coffee?” Bucky asks all of a sudden. Finding it weird that she is ordering a milkshake at a café. She shook her head.

“Oh god, no. It would be my 5th coffee this day. I’ve had back-to-back meetings, and every meeting has a coffee run. Then there’s the coffee between every 15-page contract I have to write.” Bucky chuckles because that seems like he is the same in a completely different way. 

“I get you. After grading my 10th paper, I’ve already drank 3 cups of coffee. My record is 7 in one day. I was planning on getting the milkshake too.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) laughed. 

“So we are two coffee addicts on a coffee date, but we aren’t gonna drink any coffee. Got it.” (Y/N) smirked at Bucky. He felt his ears getting red. Suck it up, Bucky; she hasn’t even said anything sexual. She is just being funny. Bucky said to himself. 

“It appears that we are. I hope you don’t mind, but I’mma order the same thing as you. I love plums. My ma makes the best plum pie I’ve ever eaten.” Bucky rambled, trying to stop himself from buckling under her gaze. Suddenly (Y/N)’s phone rings. 

“Hey MJ, what’s up? Oh what? I am on my way.” (Y/N) hangs up, her face turns somber, and her eyes are filled with tears. 

“I am so sorry, Bucky, but I have to go. Amaya fell, and the babysitter told me she won't stop crying. Her arm might be broken, and I must take her to the hospital.”  She says, gathering up her purse. She was shaking, trying to stand up, but her legs were shaking. Bucky stands up to help her. 

“Can you drive?” (Y/N) shook her head, worried because Amaya was always careful. She runs around like any normal kid but is ultra-cautious about getting hurt. Bucky extended his hand, and she grabbed it. 

She gave him the directions to her house so Bucky could drive her home. She hadn’t really said anything during the entire ride; Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he did what he did best. Ramble on.

“You know I broke my arm around the same age. But mine was in a fight.” Bucky said, which got (Y/N)’s attention. 

“Back when we were kids, Steve was the smallest kid in our classroom, and there was this kid named Tom; he kept pushing him and making fun of him. So one day, I stood up for him and decided I could fight Tom. I should mention that Tom was 2 grades above us, so anyway, he pushed me so hard that I fell. Broke my arm and wasn’t allowed to go to recess anymore. My teacher, Sally, knew that Tom was a bully and got me a lesser sentence.” Bucky told her. She smiled.

“So you were a troublemaker as a kid. Kinda like my ‘Maya.” She joked, smiling, talking about her little girl. 

“Oh, Amaya is a little angel in comparison to me. She is manipulative as hell, but she’s a sweet kid. Takes after her mom.” Bucky complimented. (Y/N) sighed at his compliment. 

“I tried my best. It’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom. Sometimes I think I don’t do enough and that I am never there, but-” 

“Listen, I have been a teacher for a while now. I have seen parents who don’t care and never show up for their kids. You aren’t one of them. I know for a fact that every Wednesday, you take her to a museum or an interactive place. You are her person, and I think you are a fantastic mom. “ Bucky interrupts. He grabs her hand, and she squeezes it. Bucky parks in front of her house. Her big ass house. He keeps forgetting that she is, in fact, a well-paid lawyer. 

Amaya did indeed have a broken arm. Bucky had to carry her to the car and into the hospital. He even sat with her when she was getting her X-ray while (Y/N) talked with the doctors. 

“I wish all dads were like you.  You really made this a lot easier for her.” The nurse said, looking directly at Bucky, who was holding a very tired Amaya. Bucky felt his ears getting warm. 

“I’m not her dad.” The nurse scoffed at Bucky’s correction. 

“Could’ve fooled me with how she’s so attached to you.” She noted. (Y/N) walked into the room with the doctor.

“Hey, ‘Maya.” The little girl in Bucky’s arms stirred at the sound of her mom’s soothing voice. (Y/N)’s eyes were puffy, probably from crying at seeing her baby in pain. Bucky wanted to hug her and Amaya, but he couldn’t really move with a child in his arms with a broken arm. 

“The doctor needs you to sit on the little table over there to check you out.” (Y/N) said, which caused Amaya to slightly shake her head and grip Bucky’s arm with her non-broken hand. (Y/N) looked at Bucky in the eyes, almost pleading with him to help. 

“Amaya, if you sit there, you’ll get to take Mister Bear for the entire month.” Bucky wasn’t new to bribing kids, it’s sometimes the last resort, but Bucky knew how much Amaya loved Mister Bear. The little girl smiled weakly and turned to look at her doctor. (Y/N) smiled at Bucky, she mouthed him a thank you. Bucky was sure his cheeks were glowing red.

“Please, Mister Bucky, sign my cast.” Amaya said, giving him a pen to sign her super bright pink cast. Finally, she calmed down after they put the cast on her, and she got to pick a color. Then, they returned to (Y/N)’s house, where MJ, the babysitter, was still in the place, worried for little Maya.

Bucky laughed, signing his name on her cast and adding a roughly made butterfly. Amaya giggled at the butterfly. Bucky didn’t even notice (Y/N) walking towards them. 

“How are we gonna do the custody for Mister Bear?” She asks, noticing that Amaya is walking towards MJ so she would sign her cast. 

“Well, I use it as a teaching tool, so I have to have it during the day.” Bucky explained. (Y/N) nodded.

“And I can’t pick up Maya this week because I am in court all day.” She added. 

“I can bring him over after work if you want. “ Bucky suggests. (Y/N) extends her hand for Bucky to shake it. 

“I can agree to that, Mr. Barnes.” She said, smiling at Bucky. 

Bucky could die right now, and he would be happy. But who would’ve known that a ruined date could be saved by a shared custody agreement of a teddy bear with a 6-year-old? 

For the past week, Bucky brought Mister Bear for Amaya to play with. After giving the girl the bear, he wouldn’t leave the house. Oh no, no. (Y/N) would give him food, and he would even eat dinner with them. They talked for hours about shows, movies, their childhoods, and just everything they could think of with a glass of wine. Amaya would go to bed, and they would stay up talking, even if they had to wake up early. 

Bucky and (Y/N) had told Amaya that he was staying over for dinner in exchange for Mister Bear because saying, “Hey, mama and your teacher like each other a lot, but you can’t tell anyone” is too much for a 6-year-old. 

What they didn’t count for was that Amaya was too smart for her own good. She knew it was strange that Bucky stayed for dinner and that her mom would wear her “special” perfume whenever Mister Bucky came over. So is this how she’s gonna get a dad? And all she had to do was break her arm. 

Bucky was talking to Steve when Amaya approached him with a book. Both men turned their attention to the little girl with the bright pink cast. 

“Mister Bucky, Mister Bear and I want to read this book tonight. Could you bring it over later?” Steve’s eyes widened, and he turned to his best friend, bewildered by the revelation made by the kid. 

Bucky nodded, trying not to speak because he felt like Steve would have a heart attack if he had verbal confirmation that he was going to (Y/N)’s house every day. 

“James Buchannan Barnes, are you sleeping with your student’s mom?”Steve whisper-s creamed once Amaya was out of hearing range. 

“I am not sleeping with her… We just eat dinner together, and I bring Mister Bear for Amaya. It’s our custody agreement.” Bucky tried to explain, but Steve looked like the vein on his forehead would pop. 

“Fuck Bucky, you are in deep shit now,” Steve whispered. Wait until Bucky tells him he is utterly in love with his student’s mom. Oh shit, what?

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barns x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

hi! could a request a scenario with sebek where his s/o is really short and quiet and so he doesn’t notice them behind him and accidentally elbows them in the head or face and ends up injuring them? and how he feels and takes care of them after it happens

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek was a strong advocate for loudly announcing your presence before entering a room.

He had come up with this rule only because you’d stood around waiting to draw his attention for almost too long, politely

allowing him to finish a conversation before speaking up. He was surprised then, eyes wide as he asked just how long you had been standing there waiting to speak with him. He seemed more annoyed than even you were, scolding you on standing tall (hard to do when you’re short) and puffing out your chest with some authority so you drew attention to yourself. You had nodded and promised to try, pushing his advice to the back of your mind as you got on with the task you had been given.

But clearly, you should’ve taken him a little more seriously.

You can see the shock in Sebek’s face as you let out a pained cry, hand protectively cradling your potentially broken nose. His eyes start out wide, like an enemy observing its prey and getting ready to chomp down on their throat, but they soften when he realized it was just you. There’s a brief moment where he’s getting ready to address you before his brain noticed the slight amount of blood dripping from between your fingers to the floor.

“W-What happened?!” He asked, wincing as you did the same and took a step back out of reflex. He’d already elbowed you in the face once, you and your bones weren’t prepared for round two. “Come here!”

Nurse Sebek is on the case as he sat you down on a nearby chair, whipping his head around for any cloth in the area he could use. He demanded you keep pinching your nose until he was back, rushing around the dorm like a madman as he gathered all the material he needed; he requested Silver get some ice from the cafeteria for him as he didn’t want to leave your side for that long, his sleepy companion nodding without question. Sebek was in such a frantic state, with a splash of blood on his hands, so Silver could only assume something had happened to either you or Malleus (which he would know about if it was the young master) and that meant achieving his task before discovering what had happened.

The pain is subsiding ever so slightly and the bleeding has finally slowed, with Sebek having you keep your hands at your side as he carefully dabbed at your face with a wet towel. He was concentrating more than he did on his exams, a gentle touch he didn’t normally apply being used as he couldn’t bear to worsen your wounds that he caused. You could see there was guilt written everywhere across his face, the brief tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes after he realized he had been the one to hurt you coming to mind again, almost making you want to cry.

“…I’m sorry.”

“…Excuse me?”

“I should’ve announced myself like you told me… I’m sorry.”

Sebek looked frustrated, clenching the towel so tight his knuckles turned whiter. He doesn’t reply at first which sets you a little on edge, he wasn’t really one to keep things to himself and the lack of communication was already setting your anxiety off.

“It was my fault. I’ll take the responsibility for it.” He’s still quieter than you’d ever heard him be but at least he’s talking now; you wanted to reach out to touch him, to hold his face and tell you that you accepted his apology but you knew he hated being coddled like that. “I-I’ll clean your uniform as well! And the floor--"

"Thank you, Sebek. I appreciate your help!" You gave a small nod, slipping in a reassuring smile as well before Sebek went back to dabbing at the still red areas where dried blood was. "And you are forgiven. Please don't beat yourself up over this."

Sebek just had to train more. To sharpen his senses so he could detect you, to know when you had entered the room without you having to be the one to speak up. He should've been training himself for such a situation this entire time, considering he knew how stealthily you could maneuver, and yet he had neglected to act despite telling you to change your own behavior.

He would become a better man, a better body guard, by honing this trait.

And he would hopefully never have to see you wounded again.

#Disney TWST #Disney Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Sebek Zigvolt #Sebek Zigvolt x Reader #Scenario

[wyvernne]

see you through til the day’s end (rewrite) teaser

taking a quick study break to post this for y’all. i have not read over it again nor has it been edited, so forgive me for any errors. i know a lot of you are also dealing with final exams, so good luck, and remember to take care of yourselves!!

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It was a stupid way to get caught. You’re not sure if it was the cold that dumbed you down, dulled your senses so gravely.

You slipped. That’s all it took. A single misstep is going to cost you your life.

What was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance on the growing Fatui encampments has quickly become the site of the last moments of your life.

You sigh. What a pathetic way to die. The soldiers did quite a number on you, too. You’re sure you have at least a concussion. Maybe a few broken ribs.

You tug halfheartedly on your restraints. The Fatui are no strangers to taking captives. Of course they know how to keep one tied down.

“Oh? What little mouse fell into the trap?” You freeze. It’s a voice you’ve only heard once before.

Your heart thumps sickeningly in your chest for a beat before you raise your head. It’s… a different one. A little older, but still a young man.

Dottore smiles at you. His face is entirely obscured by his mask, save for his eerie, chilling grin.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of officially meeting before,” you offer. You try not to sound afraid. Your heartbeat gives you away, certainly. You’re fucked. You’re so fucked.

Dottore’s smile never changes. “Is that so? You seem quite familiar.” He tilts his head. “Ah. Perhaps it’s the scent of the Abyss. It does quite remind me of that young man.”

He must be talking about the eleventh. You grit your teeth. “You must be mistaken.”

“Surely not,” Dottore replies pleasantly. He’s taking his sweet time getting to the point, really.

“Ah, that’s it!” He snaps his fingers dramatically, as if he’s suddenly remembered a particularly amusing factoid. “You’ve been in the company of a certain young winery owner before, too.”

A chill slips down your spine. You maintain your smile. “I’m merely a distant associate.”

Dottore’s doesn’t even grace you with a response, and the silence makes your heart beat faster.

You continue speaking, struggling to keep your voice steady. “I’m flattered that a lord harbinger himself is even gratifying me with his time.”

Dottore guffaws, doubling over in laughter. “Ah! So much spunk. It’s refreshing to have a subject who isn’t cowering in fear. How exciting.”

His laughter dies down abruptly. It’s just as chilling as when it began.

“Shall we run a little impromptu experiment?” he asks. Bile rises in your throat. You’d rather just have a swift end, really. Who knows what kind of circumstances Dottore will keep you alive under.

He draws a knife from his belt. It’s… it’s far more mundane than you thought. At the very least, it seems like he won’t be injecting you with some strange substance. “It’s a pity I don’t have my laboratory equipment with me here… but I supposed we’ll just need to make do. After all, the process is the fun of it.”

“Process,” you repeat, stupidly. It’s too cold, and your head was hit too hard. Your brain isn’t working like it should. You— you should be planning some grand escape. Instead you can barely follow the conversation happening between you.

“Do you know how much blood is in the human body?” he asks, spinning the knife carelessly in his palm.

You manage a dry laugh. “I haven’t measured. Don’t tell me you treat all your hostages with such hospitality?”

“How arrogant,” he scoffs. “You’re merely the delicious morsel of cheese. The real prize has yet to show itself.”

What the fuck is he on about?

He pulls something out of his pocket with his free hand. You spoke too soon.

You jerk against the restraints reflexively at the sight. A small vial. He pops the stopper with practiced ease, dribbling the viscous liquid over the length of the blade.

He pulls you up against him, sliding an arm around you. It’s like you’ve been already been drugged, your mind slow to comprehend what’s happening. His words keep ringing in your head. “You’ve a little more blood in you than… say, six and a half bottles of wine.”

And then there’s a sharp blow to your back, sending white hot pain jolting through your body.

You gasp, as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. The wheezing, wet sobs that rip from your lungs shake your body, but it hardly compares to the searing ache in your back. Dottore smiles. “I wouldn’t move so much, dear. Unless you’d like me to sever your spinal cord.”

He jerks his arm up, lifting you with the sheer force of his movement. He’s playing a dangerous game, cutting into you so blindly, so close to your spine—

You choke on the thought. He doesn’t care.

You don’t scream. Can’t. It’s like the air around you has been sucked away, and you can’t seem to get a single breath down. The only thing that comes from your mouth is a horrible, strangled gurgle.

He laughs, pulling the dagger out with ease. You sag, eyes wide. Move. Do something. Fight back.

You’re still gasping, choking on nothing. What is the point? Of this? Of any of it?

Dottore chuckles, wiping the dagger haphazardly on your shirt. “I guess you do bleed like we do. Shall we continue?”

You’re bleeding too much too fast. You can see it starting to pool around your feet, blossoming out in the snow.

You jerk against your restraints, throwing your knee up with a shout. You catch Dottore in the stomach, but he hardly reacts to your blow. He leans closer, so close you can feel his breath on your face.

“How impudent,” he mutters, smashing the hilt of the knife into your temple. A shock of pain shoots through your head, and you bite down to silence a sob.

Why is he wasting his time on you? Your thoughts feel hazy. Maybe it’s just pain for the sake of it.

Pain for the sake of it.

Why can’t you catch your breath? You’re teary, but still, no sound can form in your throat. You feel like you’re suffocating.

An agent materializes behind him, kneeling obediently.

“Didn’t I say to leave me to my work?” Dottore huffs, exasperated. He’s speaking so flippantly, like someone just interrupted his daily newspaper reading.

You can’t tell how deep the wound is like this. It’s— it’s long.

You have… minutes, maybe, until you’ve lost too much. There’s no fighting your way out of this. There’s no winning here.

You barely catch the last wisps of conversation.

“…Forgive me, lord harbinger. The Tsaritsa has sent a message.”

Dottore clicks his tongue in annoyance, tossing the dagger into the snow as he turns away. “Well, I’ve lost interest, regardless. Lucky little you.”

The agent slices the restraints down with a swift movement. You crumple to the ground, gasping desperately for air. Dottore starts away from you, but then stops and smiles over his shoulder. “Your life is ticking away, you know.”

You barely register his words. Every second matters, now. You clamber unsteadily to your feet. Despite the freezing snow you’ve started to sweat, your muscles trembling with the effort of holding yourself up.

You take a stumbling step backwards. Not a single Fatuus makes a move to stop you. They watch you with their robotic, empty gazes. You take another, and then turn on your heel and run.

It hurts. It hurts like death. But you won’t win a fight here, and Dottore is bitterly right. Five minutes, at most. Five minutes before you’ve lost too much blood.

Your movements are sluggish and stilted, and the world seems to teeter on your vision. Like hell you’ll let yourself die without putting up a fight.

It’s only a few yards to the cliff side. Water rushes past you and you sway for a moment, nearly losing your balance.

You feel ill. This rush of adrenaline won’t last you much longer, not with how badly he’s cut you. Not with how much this hurts.

It’s a long drop. You know better than anyone. Still, you launch yourself forward, feet slipping on the last rock, and plummet into the raging water below. If you’re going to lose your life, you’ll lose it to the torrents of nature. Not to some damned harbinger’s passing fancies.

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You’ve broken… something. It’s hard to tell at this point, even as you drag yourself onto the snowy banks of the river. Everything fucking hurts. It’s a miracle you didn’t split your skull in half on the rocks below, although the intense throb in your right ankle says you didn’t make it out entirely unscathed. Thankfully it’s cold enough, and you’ve lost enough blood. The bitter ache of any broken bones seems dulled entirely.

You can see the fading lights of Dawn Winery in the distance, but you’ve lost your gamble. You have minutes left, at most. You close your eyes.

You’re going to die here, bleeding out in the snow. Pathetic. To survive the Abyss only to die like a drowned rat.

You’re tired. So, so tired.

Even in this unbearable cold you feel sleep calling you, soothing you from your wounds and fatigue.

It would be so easy, just to let go.

You open your mouth, but all that comes out is a drawn, shrill gasp, drowned out by the sound of the waterfall behind you. Fucking hell.

One chance. That’s all you have.

It takes tremendous effort to get your tongue in the right position. You suck in air desperately, flinching at the shock that travels up from your ribs, and blow.

It’s a weak sound, at first, but it’s all you have.

Luckily, her hearing is better than any human’s.

It takes… twenty seconds, maybe. Thirty at most. You hear her shrieks overhead, having spotted her prey. But she’s no ordinary bird. You’re thankful for that, at least.

She vanishes again, and you’re left alone in the snow.

You jolt, startled. You nearly fell asleep. But you can’t. Not now. Just a little longer.

It feels like an eternity. You can’t feel your hands or feet anymore. All that’s left is a dull ache, and each breath you take feels like an enormous amount of effort.

In. Out. In. Out. Stay awake. Stay awake.

Finally, there’s a murmur of voices, the thumping of feet along the ground. Hands coming up to lift you from the snowy bank. You can’t focus well. Spots dance beneath your eyelids, and your breathing feels fluttery and faint.

“Stay awake, now,” One of the voices whispers. You’d know it anywhere. The warmth, the scent. Diluc.

‘Sorry’ you want to say. The words don’t come. Nothing comes, after that. Just darkness.

#hoping this will be posted very soon y’all #also subject to change because i’m still undecided about some things #wyvernne’s ramblings #diluc ragnvindr #genshin fanfic #diluc fanfic #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr fanfiction #dottore #hurt/comfort #cw: violence

[mousydentist]

For reverse trope prompts: I feel like fake amnesia could be super cracky and/ or angsty for kimchay post-breakup. Kim pretending to lose his memory to see if Chay will give him a second chance, OR to try to push Chay further away. Chay using fake amnesia to see how Kim reacts if he thinks Chay doesn't remember getting his heart broken. Or Chay doing it just to fuck with Kim's head for a few mins as payback lol.

ok tysm for the ask and sorry this took a while i probably shouldnt have opened asks right before a three hour exam hdjdjd BUT here it is and. this was hard to do in 500 words so i don’t know what this is dhjdhd but i hope you enjoy

It was around noon when Chay got a text from Porsche that had him sprinting for the elevator: You know Kinn’s brother Kim, right? He’s hurt pretty bad. Chay’d been pissed at Kim for a while, of course, but in the wake of it was the fear that he’d never find someone like Kim again, someone he really, really loved, and a desire not to be alone anymore. Truthfully, he’d nearly taken Kim back after he sent the song. At that moment, he’d seen his own loneliness reflected back at him, and his heart ached. But he’d stayed stubborn and refused to forgive Kim, or even acknowledge his existence. He’d tried to pretend he didn’t care for so long - and now, rushing through winding halls to the compound’s infirmary, all he could do was pray it wasn’t too late. Porsche was right, Kim was in bad shape. His unconscious body was connected to a dozen wires and monitors, and his head was covered in a large wrap that had been bled through.  Chay said nothing as he took a post next to Kinn, and in return, Kinn didn’t ask. They stayed vigil for several hours before Kim finally showed signs of life. Kinn immediately called for the doctor when Kim blinked his eyes open, glancing blearily around the room. When he locked onto Chay, his brows furrowed.  Chay stood close to him, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Hi.” The crease in his brow got larger. “Who…?” Chay’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t have time to investigate further before the doctor came back with Kinn and started a volley of questions at Kim. “And do you know who this is?” “My brother, Kinn.” “Great, and the other person?” Kim squinted at Chay’s face. “Am I supposed to know you?” Chay bit the inside of his cheek in an effort not to cry, or throw up, or something else that wouldn’t be helpful. “I’m Porchay.” Kim seemed to understand something then, and for a second Chay thought he might have remembered, but then he said, “Nice to meet you, Porchay.” Chay really did try to listen to the doctor when she pulled him and Kinn aside, but he only heard bits and pieces like “short-term amnesia” and “brain damage” and a bunch of other horrible things. He did hear when she said he’d need to stay under observation for the next few days, and decided maybe this was the universe’s way of telling him to start over with Kim. That night, Chay told Kinn to go sleep in his own bed, that he’d watch over Kim and let him know if anything happened. Chay could tell he needed it, especially when he watched how the man drag himself out of the room. Chay refilled Kim’s water and threw a pillow to one side of the loveseat he’d be sleeping on.  “Psst, psst.” Chay turned around, and sure enough, Kim was waving him over conspiratorially. “How was that?” “Uh…” “Do you think he bought it?” Kim whispered like he was sharing a secret. “What are you talking about?” Chay squinted at him. “Do you think Kinn believed that I didn’t know you?” “Wh- you remember me?” Chay screeched, only feeling half bad when Kim cringed in pain. “Kim, why on earth would I want you to pretend you didn’t know me? He knows we’ve met!” Kim shrugged as much as he seemed to be able to. "I asked if I was supposed to know you." Chay let his face fall into his hands as he flopped to the ground, all the stress and grief of the day finally leaving his body as he cried. “Sorry,” Kim muttered, and Chay just laughed. What the fuck was his life. He did stay with Kim that night, and he spent a lot of it on the floor next to him with Kim’s hand locked in his own.

[kim's texts] Kinn: Did you pretend to have amnesia so Porchay would forgive you? Me: excuse me Me: it’s not my fault he assumed i had amnesia Me: i was drugged and delirious i didn’t know what i was saying Kinn: Whatever you say

(from a reverse trope ask game)

#kimchay #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittsawasd #my fic

[asylvmq]

cruel world- ellie williams

modernellie! X femreader!

Warnings - mentions of car crashes and drunk drivers, lots of crying, thoughts of death, reader has a panic attack. No use of y/n.

summary - your dad had been in a severe car accident caused by a drunk driver, in your time of need your auburn haired roommate is there to help you out.

btw I’ve never written anything before so i apologise if this is bad but it’s just an idea I had after having a nightmare. If this does well I’ll make another part but yeah enjoy 😍

It’s been a long week with classes and such as it was almost exam season. you wanted nothing more than to go back to your dorm room, kick your converse off and call it a day.

the walk back from your last lecture to your dorm room felt painfully long. when you finally reached your door, you let out a sigh of relief and instantly opened it, meeting eyes with your roommate ellie.

Ellie was attractive to say the least. Short auburn hair which she never had down other than to shower, an arm tattoo that you couldn’t help but stare at, piercing green eyes, lean build with muscled arms. In your eyes she was the prettiest girl you’d ever met.

“hey” you said with a big smile on your face, chucking your bag down to the floor.

“hey, how was classes” she replied in her usual raspy voice.

“good, I’m just so tired god mr-“ mid way through your sentence the ringtone of your phone started ringing with an unknown number.

“Who’s that?” Ellie asked in a concerned tone.

“some random number it’s probably a scammer, hold on”

“hello” you said in a more high pitched voice, which Ellie noticed you’d do whenever you’d talk to strangers or someone on the phone.

“Hi this is Sabrina calling from the Portland medical hospital, where are you currently if I may ask?”

Portland medical hospital? has someone at home died? Oh god I hope they’re not telling me I’m pregnant from my last blood test.

“um hi I’m currently in my dorm room in Seattle, Is everything ok? you asked in a worried tone.

“I’m really sorry to tell you this, but your dad has been in a severe car crash caused by a drunk driver-“

The woman on the phone was still talking, but your brain had tuned her out with the extremely loud ringing in your ears. It suddenly felt too hot and hard to breathe. The tears started spilling out like Niagara falls.

You didn’t even realise it at first but Ellie had rushed off the side of her room to being knelt down in front of you. Rubbing your thigh with one of her hands, the other hand being used to talk to the woman on the phone.

After the phone call ended, she quickly chucked your phone onto your bed and started shushing you, pleading for you to breathe in and out.

after what felt like years of breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, you had sort of calmed down. Even though tears were still spilling out your eyes.

“There you go good girl, the woman said on the phone that your dad has gone into immediate surgery because one of his ribs has punctured his heart. It is a risky procedure and he only has a 50/50 chance of survival. She also said you need to go down there to fill out some paperwork, and so you can see him if he wakes up.”

that made you cry even more. ‘If he wakes up’ also What a fucking amazing time for your brakes to have broke.

“I can’t get down there Ellie, my car is in the shop the brakes are broken.” You barley said above a whisper.

“Then I’ll drive you.” She replied quickly standing up to grab her keys. In which you stopped her.

“Ellie stop you don’t have to I can get the train or something.” You pouted.

“It would take you probably 7 hours getting the train when it would only take me 3 to drive you, seriously it’s no big deal and I’ll be stressing about it anyway.”

You couldn’t find the words to thank her but just decided to hug her instead.

“Thank you Ellie I wouldn’t know what I would do without you.”

Ellie was trying to act cool but I’m reality her heart was racing. Ellie thought you were so gorgeous and just way out of her league but if it was up to her, she’d treat you so right.

“Come on let’s go.” She smiled in an apologetic way. Grabbing your hand as you walked out the dorm room locking the door behind.

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“wow Ellie look at your car! how the fuck did you afford an Audi r8?” You screamed. You and Ellie had always gone to parties together but you’d always walked so you’d never actually seen her car before.

“My dad lends me money for food and such so I got a job on the side, all the money I made I just put into a savings account and found this baby for half price.”

“That still doesn’t make sense how you even afforded this, I thought you worked in a warehouse?” You said getting into the black interiored car.

“Yeah I do, but when I joined they were desperate so it’s $40 dollars an hour and I always work overtime so that’s about $320 for eight hours and I do that 3 times a week so you do the math.”

Jesus. 8 hours? Probably why she’s so muscled having to constantly move boxes and shit. Not that you were complaining.

The first 20 minutes of the car ride were silent other than Ellie’s Spotify playlist playing quietly in the background. You couldn’t stop thinking about your dad and what you were gonna do if he did die. Does he even have a will? Where am I gonna live after college? Who am I gonna shit talk with? All these thoughts were rushing through your head as you bit your nails.

“Stop that.” Ellie said pulling your hand away from your mouth, holding it and putting it in your lap.

“Sorry I can’t help it.” You replied heart racing as she let go of your hand and put hers over your bare thigh.

“You thinking about your dad?” She cooed, still looking at the road ahead of her.

“Yeah, just a lot to take in I guess.” You felt yourself tearing up again.

“You want me to take your mind off it?”

You nodded. Too scared to speak as you felt the lump rising in your throat.

“Hmm ok what amazing, incredible story from my amazing, incredible life can I tell you?” She tapped her chin acting as if she was thinking.

“Ooo I know I’ll tell you why my dad grounded me for 6 months when I was 13.” She exclaimed.

“So basically my dad had gone on a date with this woman called Tess who is his current girlfriend they’ve been together for 6 years now. Anyway, I was wandering around his room because I was bored and I pulled open one of his drawers and found a gun.”

“Oh god Ellie, what did you do.” You sighed.

“I was getting to that! Be patient. I grabbed it and ran around my house with the gun pretending to shoot random things. Then I pointed it at the downstairs window and accidentally shot through it and it left a bullet mark, I went through the five stages of grief and when my dad got home he wasn’t very happy.” She laughed.

“Well if my 13 year old daughter shot through a window I wouldn’t be very happy either.” You retorted.

“Do you have any amazing, incredible stories from your amazing incredible life?” She Beamed.

And that’s how the car ride went, constant stories being told. Going back and forth between you and Ellie.

For example how Ellie smoked weed for the first time when she was 15, fell into a plant pot head first and that’s how she has the scar through her eyebrow.

And for you how when you were 7 and got caught by your dad searching ‘girls kissing’ on his work laptop.

This went on until you both arrived at the hospital.

“You ready?” Ellie asked, sending you a glimpse of sympathy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.” You sighed, picking up your phone and getting out the car.

Ellie came up to your side grabbing your hand and interlocking it with her own.

“Whatever happens I’m there.” She said in a serious tone.

“Thank you Ellie.”

You and Ellie walked into the hospital, practically running up to the front desk to ask where your dads room was.

“He’s in room 272 in the trauma unit on the 3rd floor, but he’s still under a lot of drugs but we will let you know when he’s awake.” The woman smiled.

“Is he going to be okay? The woman told me on the phone it’s was a risky surgery?” Ellie asked.

“The surgery went brilliantly, he should be in here for 2 weeks for close care, but after the 2 weeks are done we can let him go home in bed rest.”

“Ok thank you!” You smiled going to take a seat in the waiting room.

This is gonna be a long couple hours.

You tried to pass the time by scrolling through social media, but it was just the same old bullshit. Get ready with mes, random edits of celebrities, pictures of your friends together on their instagram stories, gardening videos, go white boy dance videos and so on.

After a while of scrolling, you fell asleep, head resting on Ellie shoulder and she held your hand and tried to do the same.

Then suddenly a nurse came up to Ellie, she was old, grey hair, and looked like she spent her weekends baking pies for her grandchildren.

“Your dad is awake, do you know where to go?” She asked politely

Ellie silently nodded and watched as the nurse walked away.

She turned to you to see the most precious sight you’ll ever see. Eyelids closed, mouth slightly open, hair in a mess.

“Babe you need to wake up your dad is awake.” Ellie whispered into your ear.

“Huh?” You said voice laced with sleep.

“Your dads awake.”

My dads awake? That sent you into autopilot immediately getting on your feet and running to the elevator.

Once you made it to the room your heart sank. Your dad looked a state. Big black eye, cuts across his entire body.

“Hi dad.” You cried, running towards him.

“Ah be careful I’m still a little sore from the surgery.” He spoke in a weak voice.

Ellie stood silently behind fiddling with her fingers. Watching you hug your dad. Ellie wasn’t socially awkward, social anxiety was scared of her. She could strike conversations with anyone but in this moment she felt awkward. Should she say something?

“Who’s this?” Your dad asked, obviously referring to the green eyed girl behind you.

“That’s Ellie she’s my roommate, she drove me here because my car is in the garage.”

Ellie looked up at your dad and smiled.

“Well Ellie that’s very kind of you, I know bad first impression, car accident and all.”

“Don’t even worry about it, you look better than ever.” She joked. Going to stand next to you.

“Yeah I feel it.”

Ellie reminded you of your dad in a way. Very cocky. It’s not a bad thing, just can make them arrogant at times.

“do you need anything, water, blankets?” You asked.

“I could really use a beer right now but I don’t think they’ll let me drink in here, but I could use a blanket.”

“Yeah let me go find a nurse, Ellie keep him company and don’t do anything stupid.” You ordered, touching her shoulder as you left the room.

“So how’s she been treating you?” Your dad asked.

“Um shes been great actually, helping me with homework and stuff, she’s great company.”

“Do you like her?” He whispered.

“Yeah I like her she’s really nic-“

“I mean romantically, I know she has a type and you fit the category perfectly.”

Ellie was in shock. She’d known the man 5 minutes and he’s asking her if she fancies his daughter. Did she like you? Of course she did. You were funny, pretty and like she said great company.

“It’s ok if you do, you have my blessing. from what I’ve heard you seem like a sweet girl Ellie.”

Ellie was going to reply, then you came rushing in with stacks of blankets.

“Ok so how cold are you from 1 to 10? 1 being not cold and 10 being you’ve got hypothermia.” You panted.

“About a 7.” Your dad responded.

Ellie watched you as you dropped the stack of blankets to the floor, grabbing 2 and chucking them over your dad.

“Thank you sweetheart, why’d you grab so many blankets though?”

“Blankets for me and Ellie, we’ve got to sleep here it’s too late to drive back to campus.”

your dads expression changed, which made you over think a little. Did he not want us to stay?

“It’s not an overnight hospital, you can’t stay the night. Visiting hours start at 6 and end at 10”

Your and Ellie both looked each other and shared the same look which read ‘were absolutely fucked’

“What not even family can stay the night?” Ellie asked.

“No and even if they could you wouldn’t be able to stay Ellie.”

“Yeah she could, we’d just lie and say that she’s my fiancé. That technically makes her family.”

Ellie went bright red, She couldn’t help it. The thought of being your fiancé sent Ellie crazy.

“I guess your right also-“

Just as your dad was gonna finish speaking, a nurse appeared in the room.

“Sorry honey but you 2 need to leave, visiting hours ended 10 minutes ago.”

You nodded and looked back at your dad.

“Where are we supposed to go?” You panicked.

“There is a key in the plant pot, just go back to the house.”

“Ok thank you dad, we’ll see you tomorrow ok?”

After saying your goodbyes and giving i quick hug to your dad. You began to walk out the room when he shouted Ellie’s name, and winked at her?

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

#ellie williams x reader smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #lana del rey #cruel world #ellie x you #ellie the last of us

[simpforfic]

The tiger and The tamer PT.2

Thank you so much for reading the first part, here is your gift for the support <3

WARNING: mentions of n33dl3s but it isn't too descriptive

Word count: 1072 words

Part 1 <- Part 3 <- Masterlist <-

As the guards put a shock collar on Horangi and slowly led him out, we both locked eyes. How golden eyes bearing into my soul like in the morning but our small eye contact was broken when one of the guards pushed him to go. Something about his eyes made my heart beat a bit faster but I can’t tell why, I brushed off the feeling remembering I have more important matters on my hand. 

Horangi hissed when he stepped onto the white blinding hallway, “Can’t they just dim the lights a bit, it's so bright here. Wish I still had my glasses.” “Horangi, you broke them when you trained 2 days ago.” He gave me a small side glance with those beautiful eyes as we both continued walking down the white hallway. He started some small talks about life outside the lab and stuff like that, Horangi turned to me before asking me, “When do I get out?”. I turned to him with a puzzled look, “You know, like finally getting out of this place and interacting with the outside world again.” “Sorry but for that one I can’t answer, only the higher up decides when you get out..” His ears fell down but he continued looking forward. I felt bad that I can't fulfil his wishes but if I dare to break a rule in this lab, my life will be on the line.

We finally arrived at our destination, the medic wing. Horangi’s tail seemed to sway a bit more than usual when he saw the red cross symbol on the door. “Really another medical test? Didn’t I already do one just yesterday?”Horangi rolled his eyes as he was ushered into the medical bay with me going in after him.  

“Ahh, welcome back, Horangi and Dr Y/N.” Dr Valentin greeted us both with his same cocky tone. 

“Well hello doctor, We are here for the physical exam for Horangi.”

“Wunderbar, come this way.”, he led Horangi on to those hospital beds you see when you are in for a check up. The sound of the paper lining crunching as he sat down felt uncomfortable. I always hated that sound, Dr Valentin turned towards me. He warned me with a stern tone, “I would recommend you leave the room. We are gonna do some blood tests.” I gave him a small nod as the peach coloured curtains got closed by his nurse who I didn’t notice. I always felt sick looking at needles, I sat down on a chair beside the curtains. 

After 5 minutes, the curtains opened again to reveal Horangi’s tight sleeve rolled up above his wrist. I could see a small patch of red on his wrist where I assume the needle was in. The nurse puts the test tube full of blood into a small box before carrying it out the door to the lab. “Now Onto the Physical test, Horangi please stand on the weight.”. 

It took only around 4 minutes for Horangi to finish his physical exam from weighing him to checking his blood pressure. But as Horangi was escorted by a guard to the sparring testing chamber, Dr Valentin asked me to stay back for a while. “Dr Y/N, here a file from higher up.” He laid down a file with a big red classified stamp on it, looking at Dr Valentin with concern and confusion. I opened it, The first thing that caught my eyes was the title ACCIDENT #12, SUBJECT…, “W-what is this?” “There was an Incident with a random subject, where the Subject had slowly become aggressive and territorial with their doctors in charge. It wasn’t until the subject attacked a guard for trying to have a small conversation with their Doctor…” 

My brows knit together as I heard Valentin's statement, so I pressed him for more info. “Do you know the cause of this sudden aggression?” “The subject was a lion hybrid unlike Horangi who is a Haetae hybrid. We found out that the subject can experience mating seasons..” My brain stopped functioning for a minute as it tried to process what Valentin just told me. “WAIT THEY CAN GO THROUGH THAT?!” “Calm down, the reason why the higher ups made me tell you this is because, we are worried that most animals or animal-like hybrids will go through this heat. For example Horangi.”

I stared deep into his soul with wide eyes, I knew Horangi is a Haetae but the tiger variant but I never knew he could go through heat. “So what are they gonna do? And how are we gonna know if Horangi can even go through heat?”, he only shrugged. That did not do jack shit, “We only can observe from afar, Y/N. In the file there is a list of things that you should watch out for. If you spot more than 3 things then you should instantly report it to me or higher up.” I flipped the page to see the list of behaviour to keep an eye out, letting out a defeated sigh I gave Dr Valentin a small nod but as I reached the door ready to go to the sparring testing chamber. I turned around to ask, “Is this issued to all the doctors or only doctors in-charge of Animal or Animal-like hybrids?” “All doctors..”. With that I gave him a goodbye and closed the door behind me.

Horangi’s POV

As I stood in the testing chamber waiting for Dr Y/N, my mind won’t shut up about her. Something about her just keeps on distracting me, is it her eyes?, her laugh or body? “UGHHH WHY CAN;T SHE STAY OUT MY MIND!” I screamed at myself mentally as I let out a strong punch onto the concrete wall beside me leaving a small crack in it’s wake.

My ears stood up as I heard the door to the glass panel above this testing chamber open, Dr Y/N and another doctor stepped in the viewing station. "Okay Horangi, you will be fighting against a dragon hybrid. Please get ready." As the metal door in front of me opened to reveal a random dragon hybrid with red wings and a red slender tail. I cracked my knuckles and bend my head to the left, I gave my challenger a small grin before the lights when dim enough to not harm my eyes.

"Let's do this."

#cod fanfic #horangi #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare ii #horangi x reader #horangi smut

[itslottiehere]

you’re no good alone (h.s) - part one

hello beautiful people 🤍 i can’t believe this is happening lmao i’m so scared. here it is: my first writing. i’ve been writing for as long as i can remember, not necessarily fiction, but even random thoughts, journal entries, everything. i’ve always loved it, and always thought about sharing it with others, but never found the courage to do so. but the other night, i had an idea for a one shot and thought it was pretty nice, so i told myself to get over my insecurities and just go with it. what’s the worst that can happen, after all? so here you go, a little piece of me for all of you who want to take it <3

please do let me know what you think! my asks are open and you can send them anonymously as well, if you feel more comfortable. so, without further ado, happy reading!

tw: angst, prescription drugs and alcohol, swearing

word count: 2.6k

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this sucked.

they both knew this was inevitable, but it still sucked.

being apart sucked.

being broken up sucked.

it was a mutual choice: he was always away, she had to graduate college. he had meetings and tour dates and movie premieres to attend; she wasn’t going to throw away all her hard work, those brutal years of studying and exams to follow him. she wasn’t going to let her own life disappear into his.

they loved each other, but love wasn’t enough sometimes.

the fights seemed never ending. they would end up saying the same things over and over again, going in circles.

“I’m just asking you to think about it.”

“you’re asking me to disappear in your own life, and you know i won’t do that.”

“so what do you want to do, huh? what am I supposed to do when you don’t want to be with me?”

“i’ve never said that. i’ve just said that i’m not going to throw away everything i’ve worked for to follow you like a puppy while you succeed in your career, and i have to forget about mine. that does not sound like something so crazy to me.”

“so what? do I have to throw away everything i’ve worked for? is that it?”

“this is where we’re different, harry: i would’ve never asked you to do that.”

harry. she only called him harry when she was mad. she started calling him pet names almost ever since they met, once they became closer.

now they were as close as strangers.

the night they broke up the fight was along the same lines, but it ended up with her packing her bags and telling him she was really done this time, and that that was it for them. she couldn’t do it anymore, neither of them could. she looked at him, told him her last goodbye, and closed the door behind her, never to be seen again.

he didn’t even try to follow her. he knew that breaking up was the right choice. they were miserable when they were apart, miserable when they were together because there was always something to do. they just didn’t work anymore.

so here he was, sitting on his living room floor, two months after that night.

it was around 2am, bottle of scotch in his hand, some pills in the other. he popped a couple of them in his mouth, and took a long swing from the bottle.

he knew it wasn’t a smart idea, mixing alcohol and prescription drugs, but nothing else seemed to make his brain shut up, make his memories about her stop replaying in his mind for even a second.

he was tired.

memories of them haunted his dreams every night, making him wake up with cheeks sticky from the tears he didn’t even know he was shedding. he couldn’t remember a night when she wasn’t in his head.

god, he doesn’t even know if he lived a second in those two months without her on his mind.

his head started to feel lighter. good, fucking finally, he thought. but then he felt like an itch to his fingertips, and before he knew he had his phone in his hand, starting a call.

maybe she would answer?

the phone rings for a while. it was 2am, she probably wasn’t going to expect a call at this hour. was she going to hear the ringtone? he knew her phone was always on silent. maybe not this time. was she going to feel happy he called? or worried because of how late it was? or maybe annoyed because she was asleep and knew this was a late night drunk call?

fuck, if this is how loud his drunken mind was, you can imagine how it is when he’s sober.

his rambling thoughts are cut short by a voice answering: “hello?”

it was a male voice. he felt his heart dropping to his stomach. who was he? what was he doing with her phone? why was he answering? did she already move on? was he the only one who was still hang up on the way they were? was she happier now?

“harry? you there? why are you calling me at this hour, it’s 2 in the morning for pete’s sake”.

what? did the person on the other side of the phone know him? who was he?

he took away his phone from his ear, and glanced at the screen through blurry eyes that signalled that he was intoxicated.

he manages to understand the name of the contact he actually called, and croaked into the speaker: “mitch?”

“yeah dude it’s mitch, why do you sound surprised?”

“fuck. i-i didn’t mean to call you.” he slurred.

“harry, what’s going on? have you been drinking?”

“yup. and something else too.”

“did you take any pills? what kind?”

“just some stuff i found in the bathroom. they are working though, feel lighter already.”

“yeah i can hear that. but you still didn’t tell me who you wanted to call instead of me.”

he stays quiet. even speaking her name out loud hurt him. he couldn’t even bear to do that.

but mitch managed to put two and two together, and the answer was obvious.

“oh no harry. dude, you can’t do that to her. it’s been two months, she’s still grieving your relationship, what would she think if she picked up your call at 2 in the morning just to hear you drunk and high off your ass? you can’t do that to her, and you can’t do this to yourself as well. you can’t keep going like this.”

“don’t you think i know this, mitch? don’t you think i’m tired of feeling like this every single second?” he sighed.

his friend didn’t know what to do. he was at a loss of words, so they stayed silent for a while, when harry broke the silence.

“her last exam was on wednesday.”

“what?”

“her last exam, she took it on wednesday. she was already studying for it months ago, wanting to ace it. it’s her last one before her dissertation. i wanted to tell her good luck, couldn’t bring myself to do that. chickened out like the coward i am.”

“you’re not a coward, har-“

“i didn’t even bother to run after her, you know that? she walked out of my hotel room, bags in hand, looked at me for the last time and all i was able to do was to stand there, in the middle of the fucking room, while she walked out of my life. i couldn’t even bother to run after her, even for one last touch, one last goodbye, one last kiss. i was a coward then, and i’m a coward now.”

mitch thought about how long harry had to have been holding onto those thoughts. it’s been two months since he saw her as well, he caught a glimpse of her walking out the hotel lobby, shoulder shaking and sobs ripping from her throat. he couldn’t even reach her and ask her what was going on before she got it in the first taxi she saw and drove away from them, from harry.

he went into the hotel thinking that she and harry had had yet another fight, which has been happening a lot lately. he heard it — hell, all of them kept hearing them fighting, even though they pretended they didn’t.

so he walked through the lobby, got into an elevator and pressed the button to his floor. he thought about checking in on harry, just to make sure he was alright. what mitch wasn’t expecting was seeing his friend standing like a statue in the middle of the room, looking at the door like he had seen a ghost. he understood that this time the fight was worse than all the times before. he managed to make harry get into the bed, and decided to sleep on the little couch. they both didn’t get much sleep that night, one because of the uncomfortable couch, the other because of her perfume that lingered on the sheets, reminding him of everything he had lost.

“harry, do you want me to come over?”

“no, i’m fine, it’s all good.”

“no harry, it’s not. you’re no good alone now, i’m coming over.”

“no, mitch, seriously. i don’t want you here. if anyone should be here, it’s her. only her. this was her home too. she should be home.”

he asked her to move in with him a couple hundred times, he thinks. this was his home in london, he always though she should’ve lived there with him instead of her flat. it was a little further from her university, but nothing major.

she always told him no, but didn’t explain why. until one night, during one of the many fights, after he accused her of being afraid of making a commitment since she wouldn’t move in with him, she decided to say it.

“you really want to know why i’m not moving in with you?”

“yeah, i fucking do!”

“because i would end up being here by myself most of the time! because you’re never fucking here. how long have you been in america, huh? three, four months? and i should be living in this house, in what you say you want to make into our home, and just imagine the life we should be living while you’re away for months at a time? to mourn a life that we are probably never going to have? do you really despise me that much to wish me this?” she said as loudly as she could, her voice breaking just like her heart.

he hadn’t thought about this. of course, he thought that she would’ve been alone sometimes, but he actually thought that being in their home, she could find comfort.

his heart broke when he heard her insinuate that he despises her. how could he? he loved her, loved her more than life itself. he would never despise her. didn’t she know this?

that night ended up with harry driving her back to her flat, because she couldn’t stay there, claiming she had an early class and her place was closer to uni.

they both knew it was a lie, but neither of them decided to admit that out loud.

they played this game far too many times, and they ended up getting burnt.

“i know harry, i know you want her there. i wish things could be different.”

“yeah. so do i.”

“are you sure you don’t want me to come over? the hotel is about 20 minutes away, i can call an uber and be there in about a half hour, just say the word.”

“no, it’s fine. i need to be alone. guess i have to start learning how to be by myself now, don’t i?”

mitch sighed. he knew he was feeling sorry for himself, and maybe tonight he needed to do just that. and even though it broke him to ask him that, he couldn’t hang up without hearing it from him.

“you’re not going to call her right now, right?”

the line was silent.

“harry? answer me.”

again, silence was all he could hear.

“if you don’t answer me right now, i’m going to come over.”

“why shouldn’t i call her? what’s so wrong with wanting to hear her voice?”

“harry, we’ve just been over this. give me thirty minutes, i’ll be there.”

harry really didn’t want anyone around him right now, anyone that wasn’t her. but he understood that that wasn’t a possibility right now, so he interrupted mitch.

“no, it’s fine. i won’t call her. i promise.”

“harry, please stick to your word. do not call her. not like this. this version of you hasn’t a shot in hell at getting her back. but sober you might. don’t fuck it up.”

he thought about what mitch said, and even if his head was a bit floaty, he knew his friend was right.

“i know, i know, you’re right. i’m sorry i called you and woke you up. goodnight mitch, thank you for being my friend.”

“anytime dude, don’t worry. drink a big glass of water and go to bed now, please, goodnight harry.”

“bye.”

he saw mitch hung up, and his screen went back to show his home screen.

a knife plunged into his heart would’ve hurt less.

it was a picture of her at a carnival. he remembered that day, it was their second date, or perhaps their real first date.

they were actually on their way to a nice restaurant, when she saw the lights from the carnival and her eyes lit up just as bright. so what could harry do if not taking the next exit and take her there?

after about twenty tries at one of those stupid shooting games, both her and harry couldn’t manage to win the stuffie she wanted. so, while she went to look around for something to eat, he begged the vendor to sell him the price his girl so wanted.

his girl, she was his girl since the first moment he saw her.

so when she came back saying that she found a little place that seemed to have a rather large vegetarian menu (she knew he didn’t eat meat and wanted him to eat as well), she couldn’t understand why the hell he was smiling, with that smirk that only meant trouble.

“what’s up?”

“huh?”

“why are you making that face? what did you do? do i have something stuck in my teeth?” she started rambling, like she always did.

“no, no, nothing is in your teeth, i promise.” he smiled at her overthinking mind.

“alright.. so what is it?”

“close your eyes for me.”

“uhm, okay.. if when i open them i see a spider in front of me, just know that i will be walking home and never talk to you again. i’m telling you.”

“alright alright, i promise no spiders.” he cackled.

he put that bulbasaur plushie right in front of her, and told her to open her eyes.

the look she held in them, he couldn’t even describe. the purest look of happiness he has ever seen. then she looked at him and he was hit by the warmth of her gaze. she looked at him like he hang the stars in the sky for her, when all he did was getting her a carnival toy.

“oh my, oh my god, oh my god, how did you - when did- can i hold it please?” she couldn’t even get a complete sentence out, she was so utterly happy she couldn’t even think.

he handed it to her and she hugged it like it was her lifeline. she squinted her eyes closed and the biggest smile spread over her face.

harry had the same smile on his, dimples denting his cheeks. he took out his phone, having to capture this moment so he could look at it forever.

and ever since that night, that has been his lock screen. and he didn’t even think about changing it.

it made him remember that there was a time when all there was between them was so much happiness, so much love, adoration, and joy. and that they did love each other at one time. that he didn’t conjure up those memories, but that they were real, still are and forever will be.

that she really had looked at him with such warmth in her eyes, before she looked at him with nothing but sadness.

that he didn’t dream about her, but she was real and what they had was real.

before he could even process, his phone started ringing again.

but now it wasn’t mitch’s voice that came through the speaker.

“H?”

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 27

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Summary:

Finals week is hell.

Notes:

it's been a rough few days, but writing helped me cope. so here's a new chapter already. i hope you like it. contains: canon-typical violence, omega meltdowns, alpha rick (tm) word count: 3k

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Day two of finals week. your brain was fried and your nerves frayed. You’d finished one final exam and had an hour to recover before you had to start revising a final paper for the same class. 

You’d been through finals weeks before, but never one like this. Some kind of flu had broken out in the city, and now there were campus-wide isolation procedures in place. Those who lived on campus were confined to their dorms, where they took their exams using the campus’s online portal. You had the option of staying home, but the internet was better on campus, so Daryl had driven you here this morning. In fact, Daryl had driven you everywhere lately, unwilling to let you travel alone. The only exception he made was when Rick  had driven you home yesterday. 

You were holed up with Ro, who had worries of his own. The biology department was no easier on its students than your anthropology professors were on you. You groaned in frustration. You’d much rather be with your mates than here, with a sense of impending doom at all the work ahead of you.

You laid down on Ro’s couch and stared at the ceiling, letting your mind wander.

You were not sure how much time had passed when Ro stormed out of his bedroom and ran into the living room, grabbing the TV remote.

“What’s going on? Some afternoon soap?” you murmured, sitting up.

Ro didn’t answer, but he sat down on the couch beside you, his knee bouncing as he flipped channels and stopped on the local news. 

You looked at the screen to see an aerial shot of a local hospital. High above the ground the camera zoomed in on rectangular shapes lined up on the backside of the building. The image grew fuzzy the closer the camera zoomed in, but that didn’t stop you from realizing what you were seeing.

Body bags, rows and rows of them, just left outside the hospital, lined up in some sort of loading bay.

“I knew,” Ro blurted. “I fucking knew , but I didn’t say anything.” He stared at the TV wide-eyed, and--was he frightened ?

You inched closer to him and he put his arm around you, shaking.

“Thought it was going to be the weather,” he kept saying. “Blackouts, floods, roadslides, but not this .”

You took the remote from his hand and muted the sound.

“Deep breaths,” you told him. This was a turn. He was the beta; wasn’t he supposed to be the calm one? You’d never seen Ro like this. Normally he was unflappable, easygoing; there was no problem in the world he couldn’t handle.

He shook his head and grabbed his phone from his pocket and began typing furiously.

“We have to get out of here,” he rambled. “Out of the city. I have to get you to your mates.” He threw his phone on the table. “Why the fuck does he never answer me?!”

You glanced at Ro’s phone screen to see a text message thread between him and Merle. Ro had sent at least three messages to Merle, but apparently Merle had never replied.

All of a sudden, Ro laughed, but his eyes remained haunted. “I thought my project was going to be the best thing for humanity, but here I am--as useless as ever.”

“Ro-- Paul ,” you whispered, hugging your friend. Did those omega pheromones work on betas? Or at least on your packmates? You hoped so.

As you hugged him, his breathing slowed a little, and he sighed. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and you let go of him, studying him closely.

He gestured at the TV. “This is why you need them both. This is what I’ve been trying to figure out for the past month. Look at all of them. This outbreak started when? Last Sunday? Friday at the earliest, and now, not even two weeks later?”

You followed his gaze to the TV. Now, a reporter was standing with the hospital in the background. Security guards patrolled the entrance to the hospital, but otherwise the area was empty.

You unmuted the TV. 

“The mayor’s office is expected to announce shelter in place orders for the entire city. What that will entail, we’re not sure yet, but we’ll have the news to you as soon as it happens.”

Ro stood up, and you followed him to the kitchen. He started grabbing canvas shopping bags out of a drawer. “Can you pack some food? Non-perishables. Ignore the fridge. I’ll get some stuff together and then we’ll head to your place.”

His eyes flitted around his apartment, and you watched, wordlessly taking the shopping bags from him.

Your own hands were shaking now. What if Rick got sick? He worked with the public all day. What if Daryl picked it up from one of his tenants? What about Carl? He spent all day at elementary school where germs passed from pup to pup in an endless exchange.

Suddenly, Ro’s hands were on your shoulders, squeezing gently. “Call your alphas. Pack the food. Don’t think about anything else.”

You nodded, trying not to panic. Ignoring the bags for now, you retrieved your phone from the kitchen table, where you’d been working all morning. The sight of your laptop open to GSU’s homepage suddenly made your earlier worries seem so trivial, so inconsequential. 

You picked up your phone and called Daryl. As you waited for it to start ringing, you stared at the TV. The news reporter was gone, and now the mayor stood at a podium with an ASL translator at his side. In your ear, your phone made a strange beeping noise. You looked down, and it said, “Call dropped.”

You tried calling Daryl again, with the same result. Then you stared at the service bars icon, watching them blink in and out. Of all days to have service issues. The more you tried, the more desperate you became. If you didn’t hear Daryl or Rick’s voice in your ear soon, you were going to lose it. You’d be a helpless heap of a person, a whimpering mess on the kitchen floor.

Then, you got a text message. From Rick.

“We’re coming. Stay put.”

You clutched at your phone, sniffling. God, you hated your biology right now. You’d be no good to Ro like this. Ro needed you to be calm and sensible. You typed out a reply with trembling fingers.

“Please hurry.”

*

For the past few days Daryl had been subjected to your elevated stress levels, but he knew it was because of your exams. So far,  he’d been doing his best to ignore it. However, it constantly haunted him, and provoked his alpha instinct to save you, to protect you. His mate was in distress, after all.

At the same time you were watching new news with Ro, Daryl was at the store, stocking up on salt and gravel for the coming winter. He’d had it all loaded in the back of his pickup truck when all his hair stood on end and adrenaline coursed through him. You were scared, panicked. He got into the truck, trying to find his phone, but then realized he’d forgotten it at home. He could see it in his mind’s eye, sitting on his desk.

He drove back to the Chalets in a fury. There, Rick was already waiting on him, dressed in his uniform and pacing in front of the office.

“Thank God you’re here,” Rick said as Daryl got out of his truck. “What’s going on? I’m supposed to be out on patrol, but I just got this feeling.”

Daryl grunted, motioning for Rick to follow, and Daryl went inside, grabbing his phone. But there was nothing from you, no calls, no messages. He looked to Rick, who shook his head.

“I haven’t heard from them, but I didn’t call because they’re busy, right? Taking an exam today?”

Daryl didn’t reply, instead he called you, only for his phone to somehow not go through. He tried again and again. Beside him, Rick was calling you too, growing more and more agitated.

“Daryl,” Rick said, putting his hand on Daryl’s shoulder. “On my radio they were saying something about the hospitals being over capacity in the city. Let me get on there and see what I can find out.”

In Rick’s police car, they listened to the scanner, then switched on the actual radio to hear the mayor’s press conference about locking down the city. 

“Maybe I can get a text to them,” Rick mumbled typing on his phone. After the message was sent, he tossed his phone to Daryl. And Daryl stared at the screen, fury coursing through him, desperation making him growl.

Meanwhile, Rick was driving fast through the parking lot, and even switched on his lights and siren as he got onto the road.

Rick turned off the car radio, but kept his police scanner on, and as they got closer to Atlanta, things only got worse. Some of the sick people were hallucinating, or delusional, attacking doctors and nursing by biting them, just like the man they’d seen last weekend.

Eventually, you replied to Rick’s message, and Daryl read it. No matter how fast Rick was driving, it still wasn’t fast enough. If one of those people got to you, or you got sick yourself, Daryl would go out of his mind with rage. For now, he could only sit beside Rick and hope that Jesus would do his best to protect you.

*

While you waited for your mates, Ro had packed what seemed to be his whole life in a hiker’s backpack. He had changes of clothes, water bottles, first aid kits, bottles of pills (OTC and otherwise), packs of cigarettes, and toiletries.

Your phones still weren’t able to call out, but Ro did send a few more angry texts to Merle. Both of you watched the news off and on, most of it repeating what you already knew.

Then, at last, you sensed Daryl was close. You sprang up from your seat on the couch. “Daryl’s here!”

“Thank fuck,” Ro sighed. He put his backpack on his shoulders and you grabbed your school bag and the grocery bags. Before opening the door, Ro peered out the peephole for a few seconds. 

What was he looking for? Security? Casey, the hall director?  

The university told students to stay in their own apartments, but that didn’t mean you were trapped there, did it? Technically, you still had a place downstairs, but it’s not like you lived there anymore.

Finally, Ro sighed and opened his door. Ushering you out first, he turned and locked it.

“You go first,” he said. “I’ll watch our backs.”

You saw the tension in his features, like he was afraid of being attacked. But who would want to attack either of you?

Regardless, you were still scared when you grabbed the handrail and started taking the steps down the six flights to the lobby. On the fifth floor, you stopped to adjust your grip on the grocery bags.

“Just need to stop for a second,” you said, turning around. But Ro wasn’t behind you. 

You sprinted back up a few steps just in time to see Ro shove one of your neighbors against a wall. The girl flew backwards a few feet, and Ro threw down his backpack and bent his knees, his hands held up defensively.

To your surprise, she ran for him, making some guttural noise and grabbing at him. Ro blocked her arms away, then dodged another attempt before finally, shoving her to the floor.

You froze in place, panicking. You sank to the floor, crying and whimpering and trying to make yourself small. Why was he fighting her? Why was she attacking him? Was it drugs? Desperately, you wanted to help Ro, but your body wouldn’t listen. You could only stare helplessly as he continued to fight her off. He tried not to hurt her, at first, but she was relentless until finally Ro kicked her in the stomach then dragged her through the door and back into the hallway.

Still shuddering, you gazed at him through the stair railing as he grabbed his bag and practically flew down the stairs. He reached to help you up, but at the same time, the door beside you flew open, and you screamed.

Suddenly, strong, rough hands were on you, forcing you to stand up. Then someone dressed in tan ran past you, leaping up the stairs to help Ro.

*

Daryl shook with adrenaline as he pulled you up off the floor and shoved you behind him. He glanced from the door next to you to the commotion above, ready to leap into action.

“Back up!” Rick shouted, and Daryl watched as Rick started unfastening the gun at his waist.  “Don’t come any closer!” Jesus was behind Rick staring ahead at the approaching woman.

As she came into view, she reminded Daryl of the man he’d seen the other night: a shambling, aggressive figure. Before he could shout at Rick, a gunshot echoed in the stairwell. Behind him, Daryl felt you clutching at his jacket with shaking hands.

The woman fell forward, her head hitting the concrete floor, and Daryl saw the exit wound, a dark, bloody mess where her hair used to be.

Jesus mouthed the word, “Fuck,” but Daryl didn’t hear, his ears were ringing with the blast of the shot. Rick stared at the lifeless body, and lowered his revolver, and looked around for you. Once he spotted you, he was down the stairs, followed by Jesus.

Now that it was safe, Daryl finally let himself hold you. You clutched at him and cried, your words too muffled and halting for him to understand. Soon Rick was there, too, pulling both of you into a hug, and then scenting all of you, including Ro.

You hiccuped and let go of Daryl to grab a hold of Rick. “Y-you shot her,” you muttered.

Although Rick was pale with shock, he clenched his jaw before saying, “It was the only way to stop her.”

“It was,” Jesus replied, pulling a backpack over his shoulders.

“Le’s get the hell outta ‘ere,” Daryl grumbled, taking the bags from you and taking your hand.

*

You stuck to Daryl, but there was little solace in being next to him, only a vague sense of safety. Rick led the way down the stairs and Ro brought up the rear, and every time your group turned a corner you were convinced someone would attack Rick. Both your mates were frightened and on high alert. But unlike you, that fear made them aggressive, alert.

Finally, you made it to the ground floor and the lobby. When you saw the front desk, the director, Casey, was practically passed out in her seat. Beside her was a bottle of tylenol, knocked over with pills pouring out of it. The desk was covered with used tissues and an empty orange juice can was on its side.

“Casey?” you whispered, walking toward her. If she was sick, she needed help.

You took a few steps forward, and Casey’s head shot up. Her eyes were glazed over, almost milky, and she reached for you.

Daryl shoved you away, and Ro grabbed you to keep you from toppling over.

“Get them out of here!” Rick shouted, and Ro obeyed, dragging you to the front door and outside.

You heard another gunshot, standing next to Rick’s police vehicle with Ro’s hands on your shoulders, holding you in place. At last your mates walked through the doors, their eyes alert and haunted as they looked around the parking lot then at you.

Rick threw all the bags in the trunk, and then Daryl forced you into the backseat of the SUV and followed you in. Ro took the passenger seat, and finally Rick got behind the wheel, turning on the lights and siren as he drove away from Georgia State University.

In the backseat, Daryl cradled your face, looking at you with wild eyes. You put your hands over his, and his breathing slowed. He pressed his forehead to yours, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close and trying not to cry. You needed to be strong for your alphas so they could be strong for you.

You wished you could touch Rick, too, hold him and thank him, have his scent envelop you, but there was a wire cage separating you from him. He drove so quickly, weaving in and out of traffic, and then following Daryl’s directions to take side streets and back roads home.

Along the way, your lower belly cramped and you started breaking out in a sweat. 

Beside you, Daryl growled, and then he helped you get your coat off.

“It’s too soon,” you winced, clutching your middle.

Daryl shook his head and nuzzled your neck. “Smelled it on ya this mornin’. Shoulda kept ya home.”

 “Not now. Not today. We have to find Merle. And what about Carl? Lori and Shane?”

“Lori’s got her pup,” Daryl told you, using a handkerchief to wipe your brow. “No tellin’ where Merle is, but don’ worry ‘bout ‘im.” Daryl looked at Ro. “Ya ‘ear me up there? My brother’s a tough sumbitch, an’ he’ll find his way home when he’s ready.”

Another cramp hit you, and you moaned. You took Daryl’s hand and squeezed it.

“I’ll get you to your nest soon, Bunny. Just sit tight,” Rick told you.

“Yes, Alpha,” you replied, your omega instinct soothed by his words and comforted by Daryl’s hands.

You closed your eyes and let Daryl hold you the rest of the way home. 

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[billy-cockblock]

It is deep into the AMs, I have class tomorrow morning, and I can’t sleep; perfect conditions to write out my thoughts on a potential In Sound Mind sequel.

Apparently, their original plans for the game were for an open world with more patients’s stories for you to explore, but had to be changed around and reduced to the more linear game of just 4 patients we have today. In a hypothetical sequel, we could potentially see the original idea played in a new way.

In Desmond’s closing words recorded on the light pole tapes, he talks about how he can feel something is different with him and his brain is pulsing, hinting that overcoming his exposure to agent rainbow could have left him with consequences to being connected to the collective unconscious. Rosemary says it turns people into walking radio towers and that she can hear people who’ve been exposed to it on the radio; radio waves and brain waves stuff. In Lucas’s hidden tapes, he says he met someone who was also exposed to agent rainbow who heard him crying for help in their head. Desmond literally contacts him for help by sending him a message in his head.

I’m putting all this out here to lead up to the fact that, with agent rainbow, it has been proven someone can get into other peoples’ heads, since that’s exactly what Dr. Wales does throughout the game. However, the whole time, he’s unconscious, under the effects of agent rainbow, and kinda been lead along by his Agent Rainbow shadow.

But what’s gonna happen once he wakes up? Now that he’s beaten it, he won’t succumb to his shadow, but that’s not going to cut off his access to the collective unconscious. Will he still be able to somehow access peoples’ minds when he wakes up?

Well, now doesn’t that sound like a wonderful mechanic for a new game.

My shot in the dark for what a sequel could look like is a potential open world sorta-mystery, sorta-quest game where you have to use Desmond’s access to the collective unconscious to enter the minds of townsfolk around Milton Haven to help them overcome their agent rainbow exposure, hunt down Mayer Pharmaceuticals and their government sponsors, and find a way to shut it down.

A horrible dread spread across Milton Haven when they contaminated the water supply, and we could play as a therapist determined to quell peoples’ fears and ease the chemical’s effects on them while we search for a way to put a stop to agent rainbow’s development and spread. Rosemary wrote in one of her logs that access to the collective unconscious would be enough to drive any man mad, so I can’t imagine Desmond would be having a walk in the park with his exposure, and I don’t think he’d want anyone else to be put in the same predicament he’s in. Maybe he can have the ability to ease people out of agent rainbows control and out of reach to the collective unconscious.

With this, we could also get the opportunity to see some of the characters we only see notes from or allusion to in the game. Maybe we could hear how Dave’s doing after the Virginia incident at Homa-Mart, or we could see how Gary the electrician’s jaw is healing after getting broken. Just some fun little cameos from the characters we only have notes from.

I’m finally starting to get tired, so I’m gonna cut this here. Felt good to just write some thoughts out tho. Might write a short something later if I have time. I’ve got an exam later this week I haven’t even begun studying for.

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[rayrayvan]

The ones we once loved

listen to The ones we once loved by Ben&Ben

Shuri x FEM!reader Warning: break-up, angst no fluff maybe a good ending

Shuri and you both knew that the relationship you both had was coming to an end. Fights and tensions between you two became a habit, some days you both would ignore each other. You hated how Shuri was isolating herself after her brother's death. She hated how you became busy and "never spent time with her" but in actuality, you tried your best. You tried to stretch your patience with her, even with how toxic she became. You had too much on your plate right now and her being one of them. You had to study for an upcoming exam to finally get yourself into medical school plus your sister's sick and now, you had to deal with Shuri.

When your patience ran thin, it snapped. A huge argument broke out between you two. Stupid and things that couldn't be taken back were flown between you two. "Every day, I wish you'd never get in that medical school and that you'd die or get hit by a bus" Shuri threw out "I hate you and I wished for your death too" You lashed back. When the words finally sink into both of your minds, you both realize how extensive the comments both of you have thrown out to each other. She fell to her knees and sobbed. Tears were flowing down your face, feeling the regret of the words you let you go.

You slowly approached her and when she felt you being near, she wrapped both her arms around your waist, holding on to you and repeating the words "I'm sorry" over and over again. You whispered"I'm sorry too" while cradling her head. That night, you both knew that the relationship needed to end. You both need space and ending the far-too-broken relationship would do you good.

This leads to the present where both of you sit in front of each other in a cafe. "How are you?" She asked "I'm fine, got my license. You?" You replied "Good, good, healing" Her answer was short and straightforward "I'm so sorry for your loss, I'm sure you'll make a great queen," You said and reached to hold her hand. She didn't pull away "I'm sorry," She said, which made you look at her confusingly. "Why?" You asked "Cause, I ruined your life" She replied, looking intensely at you "No, I'm sorry for not being there when you were grieving, I should've been there for you" You added which made her shake her head no. "We were both hurting, you know that," She said, tilting her head to the side. It's great seeing you do well. But now my nephew is looking for me" She said which made you perk up "Nakia and T'Challa?" You asked and she nodded yes with a broad smile that you always love. "I do too, patients have been lining up since it's the holidays and people get into trouble for stupid reasons" You half-jokingly said which caused her to laugh.

You both bid goodbye to each other and parted ways, you heading to the hospital you worked in and her towards where the aircraft might be. Before you were out of her sight, Shuri shouted "Maybe in an alternate universe, it's you and I against the world!" She shouted and caused you to turn around "Maybe!" You shouted back before continuing to walk and maybe get a cab ride.

As you sat inside the cab you called a message ping on your phone. It's from an unknown number. When you opened it, the message made you smile and thought of the possible ways to work it out.

a/n: my brain isn't braining right now so this is all I could offer for now. I'm not in a slump, I'm p-muls right now. Let me know what you guys think.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐕

𝐆𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑

𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞/𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐉𝐉 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭.

𝟒𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

They've developed a nice routine. One that, aside for that one day, had yet to be broken. JJ's dedicated ti it; she wakes, gets dressed for work and calls to wake Shy. They talk for that hour. JJ goes to work, and if she's stuck in the office, they have lunch. If not lunch, the two of them always, always, always have dinner together. And, they always talk until they fall asleep every night. JJ doesn't even allow herself to drift off to sleep until she's sure Jasira's in a deep slumber. If she's just dozed off, it's like she can sense when JJ has fallen asleep and she always wakes back up again when she does.

This morning is no different. She calls Jasira as she's heading out of the door. She has to call her five times before she answers. She grumbles sleepily into the phone, and JJ isn't even sure if she's saying actual words.

"C'mon, Shy," JJ sings, soft and teasing, into the phone wedged between her shoulder and her ear as she locks the door, "It is a bright, sunshiney day. Get it started."

"Fine, Bluejay," she mumbles, sticking to her morning ritual of giving JJ a new nickname every morning, always relating to the color of her eyes.

JJ smiles, "That's it, that's my favorite one."

Jasira sits up in bed, tucking her feet near her, sitting criscrossed. With her free hand, she rubs her eyes. She's not quite waken up enough to be conversational.

"Favorite one, what?" Shy asks, brain still catching up to the moment.

"Bluejay is my favorite nickname so far." JJ clarifies with a soft chuckle. It's cute how sleepy she sounds, but the two of them stayed up later than usual last night. They cooked together. JJ actually did pretty decent, following her instructions. Or, so she thinks. The whole time she ate it, though, she just wondered if Shy would also like it. "Why do I get the feeling you are still in bed?"

Shy huffs because she is. Sitting up, sure, but definitely still in the bed. She forces herself out of bed before she says, "I'm up," just to make it honest.

"So," JJ starts, locking her front door, "Tell me, what is on today's agenda?"

She tells JJ her day plans. She's been long finished with school observations and practice lessons. She's on track for graduation, of course. She's more relaxed, now, when it comes to school. She's got a couple make up exams left, but beyond that, she's just enjoying her final months being a student. Her biggest obligation, that stresses her -- anyway, is her upcoming dance competition. It's her final competition, and it's national. JJ missed her state competetion; she tried to make it but the team got that russian kidnapping case. That said, JJ's is just as eager about as she is the competiton. It's in DC, and they've made plans to for her to stay in her home the week of the competition. JJ's got the day of her arrival marked in her calendar.

All of that on the table, there's no surprise in the fact that her plans consist almost entirely of her whipping her girls into shape. Getting her going about dance wakes her right on up because she's gone from tired mumbling to full blown rants about her lazy her team is being in practice,and how pissed she is about it. About how she refuses to graduate college as anything less than a four time national champion. She's showed her videos of her expected competiton, and JJ doesn't know much about dance in the way that Shy does, but she doesn't think she has anything to worry about.

"You're going to blow them all away, baby, I'm sure."

Jasira scoffs and dismissively responds, "You don't know the routine.. It's risky."

"I don't have to see it to know you're going to be amazing."

JJ's been trying to get her to share the dance routine for three weeks now. The last dance routine she showed her, back when they first started talking, made them Louisiana State Champions. Now, regionals is coming up, but JJ knows that's not the routine she's worried about. Shy knows she pretty much has that in the bag; she's already planning for Nationals. The promise is, once she's finished with it, she'll show her. Only, Shy keeps tweaking it because of her squad. Or, so she says. JJ thinks she's just stressed, but she gets the feeling that she's not going to say so. So, she just lets her vent her frustrations in peace.

"You just saying that because you like me." Jasira huffs. She's more worried about this than anything she's ever done. She doesn't want it to just win, she wants it to be utterly unforgettable. What she has planned is unlike anything they've ever done in competitive dance before. From the choregraphy to the music selection, it's risky. If pulled off, it'll be a winning routine that's talked about for years to come, but if it fails... Jasira doesn't even want to think about if it fails.

"No," JJ argues, "I'm saying that because I've seen you dance, and I know you have a wonderful musical ear and you're a creative visionary. Shy, it's going to be amazing, whatever you do," JJ assures her, hoping it isn't just floating through her ears but sticking. Jasira murmurs a soft thanks, but even for it's soft, almost has an inability to be heard, JJ can hear that tone. That tone that Shy uses to call her sweet but not take any real stock into the compliments being given or offers to help her out. It's not sticking. JJ sighs, but knows there isn't really anything she can say to make it stay in her mind. Jasira seems to be allergic to compliments, particularly, within their intimate space of existing with one another. JJ finds it more heartbreaking than personally bothersome because it doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess why that might be so. She figures it's one of those things that she's just going to have to be patient with, and that's fine.

They keep talking after that, not about anything specific. Just this and that. It goes by too fast, they always wish they could talk longer. But, they always have a possible lunch and a definite dinner to look forward to.

When JJ gets to work, she heads straight into her office to go through the new set of cases added to her mountain of chaos. She isn't going through her cases long before she uncovers a case file that makes her queasy and feel like her nerves are shot. The unsub is leaving women half tossed in dumpster with their entire vaginal areas…missing. It hasn't happened since she first joined in '04, but just looking at these crime scene photos makes that salty, extra watery saliva thing happen in her mouth where she knows she's going to throw up. Reading the actual reports? The actual autoposy details? It makes that feeling much worse. She has to take a minute to compose herself.

She hasn't even fully settled into her desk but she's hitting Hotch and Gideon's speed dials, rushing them into work. It isn't until after she does that does she send an SOS to the rest of the team. She knows Hotch will call them, but she knows that when the both of them text their team, they'll forgo their entire morning routine because of it. After she's sent the SOS, she's on the phone ensuring the jet is prepped and calling motels in the area to secure their rooms.

When Hotch makes it to the BAU, he makes a beeline to her office. She's still on the phone when he barges in, and she doesn't acknowledge him beyond picking up the case file and outstretching her hand for him to take it from her to review. She knows he's going to take whatever she brings him, but he likes to give himself a heads up about what's going on. A quick once over and he mutters about getting everyone to the airstrip as if it's something she needed to be told; she was already halfway there.

The detectives when they land in Wilmington are, unwelcoming, to say the least. Their chief consulted no one when he called them in, and they hadn't been yet willing to admit that there was no chance at them doing this by themselves. So, they were defensive and nasty to Gideon, to Hotch, to Morgan and a special kind of ugly to Reid.

She and Emily caught all the disrespect they had for women. They weren't subtle, at all, about staring at Emily's chest when she spoke, despite her being completely covered and quite conservative in attire. JJ heard them talking amongst themselves about her great her own ass looked in this pencil skirt she was wearing. Heard them musing about all the things they would love to do to her. She felt like she had ants inside her skin, just listening to them. She has never regretted taking a case so fast, but they are so needed here.

It's no wonder the locals have gotten absolutely nowhere with this case. The way these men view these women, these victims is the same way the killer does, more or less. It's vomit inducing. Every time the head detective set his eyes on her she felt uncomfortably naked, which was often. He can't seem to keep his eyes off of her. It's unavoidable, too. He's unavoidable entirely. Seeing as she often had to step between him and any of the guys on her team.

He and Derek seemed to have a special hatred for one another, and JJ has to take him for a walk three times in seven hours. On their final walk, they go and sit in the SUV for twenty minutes, listening to music while he did his best to cool down. Same mixtape she had been listening to since she got back from New Orleans.

"This must be the tape you bought in New Orleans," he comments. She hums, affirmatively. He nods. Halfway through the tape, he adds, "You know, this is a really intimate tape to just sale."

That catches her attention. "What do you mean?"

"It's like, whoever made it was making a sonic guide on how they want to be loved, about the feelings they aspire to in their relationships. It's very personal."

JJ hums, then. Not having realized that in all this time this tape had been on repeat. Now, she can't help but wonder if there was a reason Jasira played this tape for her. If there was a reason she gave it to her. She wonders if she put the thought and intention into that Derek picked up from it. She wonders if she should studying it instead of just enjoying the music. They don't walk back inside until the tape is over. Derek offers her a listening party of some of his favorite r&b albums and just some general classics when the get back to Virgina, since she's getting into the genre.

When they get back, the team has had made progress. The environment is not less toxic, however. And, JJ just knows if it was workable, they would be farther along.

When they make it to their hotels, everyone is pissed. They've gotten very little done because of the attitudes and insuffient evidence they were met with when they got here. They've got private rooms this go around, which is exactly what she needs. She loves Emily, really, but the last thing she needs right now is someone else's company. Shy's voice is about all she can handle right now; it's all she wants. She calls her as soon as comes out of the shower. Still naked, hair still dripping. Drying herself, her hair, putting on pajamas was secondary. Talking to her girl was paramount. Shy answers on the first ring.

JJ doesn't even say hello, "I need you to talk to me, baby."

So, Shy does, no questions asked. She fills in the gaps of silence in her mind so she doesn't have to imagine to way those women cried and begged through the torture of their last moments, doesn't have to imagine who they begged for to save them, who they prayed for and cried out to. When she can closes her eyes, so long as Shy's voice is in her ear, she can see her face, her pretty smile instead of those crime scene photos, and she doesn't have to think about how little the police think of these women. As long as Jasira's voice is in her ear, JJ can feel peace. After a day like today, boy, does she need it.

"So," Jasira says, after some time. JJ doesn't know how much time, "You had a bad day."

JJ hums, "How'd you know?"

"You be so quiet when you mad."

"The case is," she pauses, doesn't want to get into it, thinking about how Shy feels about crime stuff, "And, if the case wasn't bad enough, these fuckin' locals, these men," she huffs, "Men are the root of all that's wrong with the world." She shakes her head, feeling the calm that Shy had just given her start to fade away. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"I ain't gon force you," Jasira tells her. "Holdin' it in ain't really gon help you, though, and that's all ima say about it."

The next day is the same bullshit with two more bodies dropped. JJ is dealing with the detectives more than the team because it's her job and communication doing almost purely between her keeps the tension down. It's the only way the team can manage almost anything, because these detectives have even pissed Hotch off so much in a day, he won't talk to anyone outside of their team but the Chief, who called them in. Derek completely lost his shit yesterday when he overheard one of them explicity sexually harrassing Emily yesterday. If JJ hadn't taken him on a walk, she knows that he would have been suspended. Emily held her anger better, but not by much, which says a lot because she's so good at just shaking things off and letting them roll off her back. Every single time Reid tries to speak, someone loudly speaks over him, and he can't finish a thought. Gideon's pretty much already said the detectives are going to be useless, and they were basically just renting out a space to work with them. It isn't useful to work like that; you can't work with detectives and not work with detectives. Cue JJ being thrown to wolves as the resident liasion.

JJ's carrying a box of evidence for the team to look over, to help the team learn more about the pattern of abductions and kills. As she's doing so, she sees a detective begin to approach her, she quickens her pace because while it is her job to talk to them for the team, she doesn't plan on doing it, if it isn't necessary. Right now, it isn't. The detective, though, their head detective. A tall, greying man in his mid-late forties, jogs to not just catch up but to cut her off. She stops, sighs, and forces a smile. Unbeknowst to her, Gideon's keeping a close eye on her, on this interaction, in case it goes left.

"What's a pretty little thing like you working a big bad job like this?"

He looks old enough to be her dad, talking to her like this. A single sentence and she feels that palptable rage starting to vibrate throughout her body. Her jaw clenches as she tries to something he seems incapable of doing: remain professional.

"Catching killers and saving lives," is as nice she can manage. She tries to pivot around him, but he blocks her path. She huffs through her nose, looking up at him, now with her jaw clenched so tightly, she feels a great pain in her gums.

From where he is, Gideon can see her hardly contained anger, "Morgan," he calls, capturing the whole team's attention, "Go take JJ for a walk," he says. Derek looks up, sees that sleazy grin on that old man's face, and that subtle butirate vibration in her shoulders. It's not hard, Derek's noticed these past couple years to piss her off, but it is hard to trigger that level of anger in her. He puts down the file he's holding.

As he's making way to her, the detective says, "Pretty little lady needs a real man to take care of you. You don't need to be working."

Morgan makes it to her just in time, stepping in between to the to of them, taking the box from her hands. He doesn't acknowledge the presence of the other detective beyond shoving the box into his chest. He offers to take her for some fresh air, and it doesn't sound optional, but she needs it so bad she doesn't even care. The two of them go walking. He doesn't bother to ask if she's okay because he knows she isn't. Hell, it's been two days, and neither is he.

"I don't know how we're supposed to work and catch this guy under these conditions, with detectives who see women the same way our unsub does," he vents. He huffs, shaking his head, "They don't wanna catch this guy. They're living vicariously through him.

JJ just waits for the day to be over.

JJ is met with a surprise when she skypes Shy back in her hotel room. She's not alone. She's got one of the twins in bed with her. JJ doesn't remember his name. Just that it starts with a JJ which isn't particularly helpful because all twenty-five of them have J names. Anyway, aside from his just being there, he sticks out like a sore thumb for once very specific reason.

"Well, how did you get the shiner?" JJ asks, almost as soon as she sees him. Right after she and the child exchange hellos. She almost couldn't help it. His eye is swollen and purple. He looks at his big sister, as if to get permission to answer. Shy pulls him into her lap, resting her chin atop of his head.

"He got into a fight at school."

JJ gasps, feigning surprise. She remembers Shy telling her once about one of the twins being a bit of a magnet for trouble. The little boy gives a sheepish, downward glance.

"Fighting in school isn't good, little man."

He lets out a heavy sigh, "I know."

"What happened?" JJ asks. The little boy looks back up at Shy. She says his name when she grants him the floor. Jamal. JJ puts a mental astrick next to it. She's going to make a note of it when she gets off the call.

Anyway, Jamal proceeds to tell her about how this little boy named Cody always calls him the wrong name to upset him. He always call him his twin brother's name, Jabari. Nevermind the fact that the two boys don't share the same class. Nevermind that they dress different. Nevermind the fact that he verbally corrects Cody every single time. Every single time, Cody doubles down. Emphasizes, even, according to Jamal, and JJ can't lie, it would piss her off, too. Jamal says he's even told before, a few times about Cody's picking. But, the teacher just says that Cody is confused and that Jamal should be more understanding because he and Jabari look just the same. JJ doesn't think she agrees with how that was handled, but Jamal isn't finished talking so she doesn't interrupt.

"He not confused," Jamal asserts, "He know my name. He just like to be disrepectful, and I don't like how it feel." He explains. JJ makes eye contact with Shy over his head. She doesn't know that she's ever heard a little kid talk exactly like that. Get his feelings out just like that, so plain. So clear. "So, today I got really mad, and I wanted to make him feel how I feel inside when he be rude to me, and I pushed him. And, then he punched me. So, I punched him back."

"And?" Shy prompts.

"And I didn't stop punching him."

"Oh, Jamal," JJ coos, sympathetically, "We have to teach you to handle your emotions better." JJ hears herself as soon as she sees Shy's eyebrows raise at we. Now, there's heat rising in her ears, and she can't walk it back. So, she refocuses on the kid, "How long are you suspended for?"

"Ten days." He says. JJ's brow furrows. If she remembers correctly, he's only about seven, maybe eight. A ten day suspension is extreme for a kid his age, she thinks. Fight or no fight.

Shy adds, "Cody was only suspended for half that time." That rubs JJ wrong even more than the ten days had. Because little Cody was an instigator, and it wasn't even something that was kept between the kids. Four, maybe five days for both kids would seem fair, for JJ, if even that. Recess could have just been taken away for the ten days, she thinks. That would make sense. Apparently, her opinion shows up on her face because Shy sighs and mutters, "Yeah, exactly. But, go figure. He just gon stay with me until he can go back to school."

The three of them talk for about an hour, and it genuinely takes JJ's mind away from the day. They say goodbyes when Shy has to bathe him and get him ready for bed.

When JJ falls asleep, she has a dream of she and Jasira together in a small house, taking care of their own little boy. More surprising is the fact that she actually sleeps through the dream.

The next few days, things between them and the local PD has only gotten worse. Bodies keep dropping and because of them having to do constant damage control for the detectives public fuck ups, they can't really get anywhere.

They'd been there five days, still trying to build a profile when JJ gets a call from Strauss. She has the worse news that she wants JJ to deliver, rather than doing it herself. They're being pulled out of the field, which is the last thing they need. Not when this killer has gotten more frenzied and violent. Not when his victomolgy is becoming increasingly random. He was devolving like crazy, and they were about to get pulled out before they could catch him. It was decision Strauss had been debating for two days, apparently. Then, in the midst of her contemplation, they had been complained about, and disinvited. On account of their conduct.

JJ couldn't believe it. Hotch fought against it. Derek knocked some things off the desks, and JJ immediately found herself cleaning up behind him, but she felt all the energy and emotion behind his action.

The jet ride back to Quantico is dead quiet. Everyone pissed in their own rights. The paperwork for this case is going to be ridiculous, and JJ isn't looking forward to it. She isn't looking forward to having to justify the "waste" of resources. To explain herself to a bunch of bureaucrats who will never actually understand her job, to explain how she made such a "wrong" choice.

It's nearly 10PM by the time she gets home. She's given Derek's listening party idea a raincheck. She just wants to go home and hear her girl's voice. When she gets home, she checks her mail, having not been home in a number of days. When she unlocks the mailbox in her apartment lobby, she sees something gift wrapped. It's the only thing there, and she it makes her squint. She hadn't actually been expecting anything at all.

She doesn't wait to go up to her apartment before she opens it. But, God does she wish she had once she does open it. A black leather covered journal. Italian and handcrafted, if the little label thing is honest. Then, she opens it to examine it and finds a note written on the first page.

She blinks when she finishes reading, and it's only then that she notices how heavy with tears her eyes had become. She wipes it away before anyone can notice, muttering, "What the fuck," to herself, and scurrying up to her apartment. She can't remember the last time she's cried, and here she is. Tearing up over a goddamn gift and note.

In twenty-eight years, this is the first time she's ever cried when recieving a gift. She feels like her heart is slowly bursting open, and she doesn't know what to do with herself.

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[onlyjaeyun]

i see the bra strap idea has made it into the chappy 👀 hoon silently freaking out in the inside forsho, jake checking on yn while silently cursing hoon in his brain, AND IT WAS JAKE! I KNEW IT! jake definitely gave hoon a nice bonk on the head later :3 also I saw hoon go very silent when they talked about staying over

hoon in his lil brain : i finally get to fuck in peace 🙄 good pussy in peace

jake being on guard duty so no one gets between hoon and yn <3 he's just happy for his friends to be fucking people he approves of

I HATE THAT FUCKING MOM- THE AMOUNT OF RAGE I FEEL?!? LIKE WHY DOES SHE HATE YN THAT MUCH?!? YNS A SWEETHEART TO NIKI AND SHE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE BEEN SWEET TO YUKI AND KENTA TOO IF THIS BITCH HADNT INTERFERED! NIKI IS DEFINITELY SNITCHING TO HOON AND HOONS GONNA GO BAT SHIT CRAZY AGAIN (pun intended) won't be surprised if hoon takes a quick solo trip to Japan during the girls trip and who knows, a certain sperm donor might be found in a ditch with multiple broken limbs with no witnesses and he doesn't remember shit about who did what to him 🤭❤️ guessing the falling out is gonna happen before or during the girls trip or them realising that there was a miscommunication so hoon is absolutely all emotional and feeling nothing but pure rage and AHHH I LOVE <3

kinda miss fuma being around to fuel hoon's jealousy 💔 he's such a fine man, I need him to rearrange my guts 😫

also hiii zadie!! im visiting home and I've just been super duper busyy 💔 the sun here is so nicee but it's so hot I feel like I'm gonna evaporate if I go out in the sun- but I've been eating good food and studying for my exams so hehe how's you been pretty girl? - 💫

HELLO BABY!!!!🩷🩷🩷 im so so glad youre enjoying your time at home, i hope youre also resting!!!🤥 thank you so much for your amazing hcs and suggestions and ideas i was so, so excited to use this one i lit thought about it ever since you sent it to me 😭

ive been doing well, just spending time with family and friends and work ofc!!!!

unfortunately hoonyn will actually......notgetofuckinpeace 🤕 since they will go no contact after the next chapter 😀😀

i love how you guys are so mad at the stepmom and i know its gonna get worse in the following chaps so im just ready atp 😝

also, bc ive noticed a lot of you guys have said similar things (regarding the nishimuras) they actually live in seoul too so hoonie wouldnt even have to gosll the way to japan to yk..be ch!hoon 😝😝😝

to give you guys a little overview of the upcoming written chap: the realisation of the miscommunication and second fallout will all happen in that chapter if that makes sense...the reason will be revealed to everyone and thats when hoonyn will have their "fuck." moments bc theyre gonna realise their lives were basically based on a huge game of intentional miscommunication 🫣

that's all im gonna say!!!

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts

[gaoau]

Awe Spell

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He finally managed to work up the courage to knock on the clubroom while [Surname] practiced inside. He wasn't afraid of a random girl with the temperament of a blind chihuahua. Still, it took him longer—months after her outburst—than it should have to make up his mind and stand in front of the door. Where he'd usually settle down on the floor, he instead breathed in deeply and hovered his knuckles over what could possibly be a death trap. The strumming of an acoustic guitar offered the encouragement he'd been lacking.

He knocked and waited. The music halted in a split second. A sigh filled the emptiness and the dread building up in the pit of Osamu's stomach. Footsteps approached. The door slid open to reveal [Surname] and her squared shoulders. Her usual scowl painted itself on her face when she scanned his features, but it quickly softened into bored eyes when she distinguished his grey hair to set him apart from his brother. Osamu's ability to process absolutely anything escaped him as soon as he found her gaze so close to him. He stared into her glazed-over eyes, narrowed and tired. He'd never known what the term heart skipping a beat meant until that very moment.

[Surname] blew out a sigh. "Yeah?"

"Huh?"

"Ya need something?"

He snapped back into reality at the sound of her voice speaking directly to him. He scrambled around in his brain for the right words to answer back. "I wanted ta apologize on behalf of my dumbass brother." He cringed internally at himself for not preparing enough before engaging in conversation with his crush. He couldn't remember if he'd had a different excuse before blurting out insincere apologies.

One of [Surname]'s brows rose while she relaxed her perfect posture. Her arms crossed in front of her chest and she leaned on the doorframe. "Don't worry, all cool with you. I'll only take an apology from your brother. Don't sweat it." Her attention flickered down to her shoes as she recalled the words exchanged between her and Atsumu. "Sorry, I don't mean to take the cheering away from you all, but… I actually can't, so I'll just stay away from yer matches from now on."

Osamu's heart sank. He'd felt it sink before multiple times; that one instance when his parents sternly called his name after they'd found the vase he'd broken, or in the morning of an important exam he had not prepared for at all, or the first time he messed up on the court during a match point. The temperature of his body dropped, a black hole swallowed up his stomach, shivers traveled down his spine. He didn't know he could feel so many different emotions in the span of a mere few minutes by simply interacting with the girl he'd developed a crush on.

It didn't matter if her face or personality hadn't met his expectations—he couldn't remember if he'd had any expectations at all—he simply knew he found peace in the music she played. He refused to even entertain the thought of not having her participate in the cheering squad for his team—for him.

He had it worse than he'd thought.

"Can I stay an' hear ya practice?"

It'd never been this way for him; he wasn't meant to be the one asking other people to stay and watch them do what they loved. People came to him and asked if they could watch volleyball practice, quietly sit on the stands to see him smack a ball around the gym, cheer for him whenever he landed a wondrous spike, leaving his viewers speechless. Now here he stood, staring straight into [Surname]'s eyes as they blinked blankly at him. He noticed the pigments of her irises glistening underneath the artificial lighting and a small scar running across her brow, furrowed in confusion. He wondered what had brought that scar to find a home on her skin. He wished for a chance to inquire sometime.

His heart skipped yet another beat, this time making him worry [Surname] had managed to curse him as well when she cursed his brother. He had it so much worse than he'd originally thought; he only realized it too late when his cheeks warmed up with a childish blush and his gaze shifted away from his dear love as she allowed him entrance to the clubroom. The door shut behind him while he stood frozen in place—he hadn't meant to flinch, but his shoulders bounced involuntarily. Nervousness wasn't something common in his system and yet here it injected into his veins to spread throughout his every muscle.

[Surname] didn't spare him a single glance as she returned to her seat and cradled her guitar close to her chest. Her fingers positioned themselves at the fretboard on pure instinct, showing off the years of practice she carried on the surface of her skin and the depths of her bloodstream. She strummed once, picked at the strings, fiddled with the pegs. Then she found his eyes while he remained standing idly by the door. She raised a questioning brow at him and his stiff figure. "You can sit over there," she informed him with a gesture of her head; a dismissive nod that vaguely motioned to an empty chair off to the side.

Osamu hurried to settle down, glaring at his wobbling feet as he focused his entire energy on not tripping on air. [Surname] started strumming and singing before he could calm his sweating anxiety. Her music played to the beat of his thumping heart, as if she could clearly hear it and decided to mock him for losing his composure so easily. Her hand skillfully brushed over the strings and muted them when she saw fit, her fingers danced on the frets to form heavenly chords that unhinged his jaw, her voice, pristine and firm, reverberated around the room, bouncing off the walls to engulf Osamu in an embrace of harmony.

Twenty seconds of ethereal beauty passed by briefly yet eternally—a fleeting moment so moving, his comprehension for the concept of time vanished into nothingness. He felt inclined to clap and manifest his admiration, but he didn't dare interrupt.

He found himself returning to the clubroom the following day, this time with more than empty apologies she didn't want to hear from him. He held two wrapped onigiris he'd made with his own two hands earlier in the morning. Atsumu had sneered at him for making an extra and even attempted to claim it for himself had it not been for Osamu brandishing his knife with a blank face. He hoped with all his might that any deity above would listen to his pleas and allow [Surname] to consider him at least mildly tolerable.

He couldn't help but chuckle out of nervousness. The clubroom, a shrine. The warm snacks in his palms, mere mortal offerings. His anxious pleas, prayers he wished for the gods to answer. [Surname], the goddess he came to worship.

His knuckles brushed weakly against the door, almost as if he couldn't see the surface standing right before him. A sigh tumbled out of his mouth so he could breath in some more courage. He readied his hand, knocked clearly four times, and— "Osamu?" —his muscles froze at the unexpected sound of a familiar voice. Painfully slow, he craned his neck towards the hallway to meet Ginjima's eyes.

Ginjima struggles to breathe as he slams his fist onto the table, cackling into the night louder than anyone has ever heard him holler in a match. It's really not that funny, but the faint dust of pink present on his cheeks reveals he's had one too many drinks. "I remember this," he manages to wheeze out half-coherently, "You looked so scared."

Laughter travels around the dinner table, shaking guests and hosts alike by the shoulder and drawing tears out from their eyes. Osamu purses his lips to keep himself from smiling, seeing as his family and friends maniacally chortle at the expense of his lovesick high-school self. If anyone's laughter could have any more volume than Ginjima, then it's [Name]'s as she snorts her wine out of her nose. She immediately chokes on air, banging her fist on her chest while scrambling to chug down water.

Osamu peers down at her as his wife gradually loses oxygen. Part of him considers patting her back to help her out, but the other, much more overpowering part is obnoxiously proud of his Miya genes. "Moving on," he clears his throat.

"'Samu!"

"Choke."

Osamu could only stare with wide eyes at his friend, standing as still as his muscles and thumping heart would allow him. He hoped if he didn't move at all, Ginjima would lose interest and turn on his heels. He did not, however, and instead began approaching. Now, Osamu knew better than anyone that among his circle of friends, Ginjima was by far the most reliable. Arguably, he was tolerable, reasonable, kept secrets, and used his last two braincells to their full capacity. But he would've had much rather been caught dead on his kitchen floor with a metal spoon lying on his non-stick pan than tell absolutely anyone about his crush.

Before the poor boy could open his mouth to question the food in his hands, or the door he'd just knocked on, or the fear twisting his every feature, Osamu shoved his own onigiri—because he was most certainly saving [Surname]'s—into his chest and flipped him around. "Here, Gin, have this, let's go." Ginjima protested, but Osamu didn't back down and proceeded to push him towards the stairs with the highest speed he could achieve.

Just as he rounded the corner, he heard the music clubroom's door slide open far behind him. He sneaked a glance from behind the wall, catching sight of [Surname] scanning the hallway with a frown tugging down from her brows. Their eyes met and her gaze shifted back into its usual bored expression. Osamu hurried to set the onigiri on the floor, profusely thanking his morning-self for wrapping it so safely, and nodded at [Surname] with guilt in his eyes—although at the time, she failed to recognize any sort of emotion in them. An apologetic smile and he had already disappeared down the stairs.

"Didja eat it?" Osamu presses. "Hm? Didja, darling?"

"…I didn't."

"Yeah, I'm still hurt 'bout that."

"Please, 'Samu, it was on the fucking floor."

"'Twas wrapped."

"I eat them now."

"Ya better. Still won't forgive ya, though."

"God, I can't believe I married you."

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