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fizzingwizard · 1 year

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I gotta vent.

Yesterday, when I got my kids from nap, one of them started to cry. He's normally grumpy after waking up, but I checked on him and I thought his body felt hot. The weather has been getting warm, but it's still pretty mild, and we watch and record the room temperature every day.

This student has a special situation. He had a few seizures when he was one year old, and the doctor told his parents that if he had another, he could lose some of his hearing. His parents were understandably very concerned about him being looked after well enough at school to prevent that happening. Staff were all briefed on his situation and what to do if his temperature reached a certain level. We check all the kids temperatures when they wake up from nap (or of course if they are acting strange during the day or feel hot etc). They are too young to tell us if they are feeling sick, so we have to do our best to guess and never just assume they're fine.

So when this kid, who I'll call T, felt warmer than usual, I took him away from the other kids and took his temperature under both arms. Under one he was higher than usual but not in the danger zone (which for him is lower than other kids), but the other was. He could have been sleeping on that side, hence the extra warmth, so we waited about ten minutes and then took his temp again. It had gone slightly down. Twenty minutes later, we took it again, and now he was much higher, and definitely in the area where we needed to inform his parents.

My coworker called them. We took T to the office where he could be away from other kids' body heat and be monitored by the manager. It was close to his usual pick-up time so whether his parents came early or not was not the issue. His parents are very nice, but they are overprotective coddlers. They're the type who don't feel like they are properly watching over their kid if they don't find something to complain about two or three times a week. His shirt not being properly tucked in, or us trying to teach him to feed himself instead of hand-feeding him. Guess what these easily worried parents said??

"Isn't he just hot? It's almost summer."

At least they took him home...! But I was gonna lose my mind. Parents, you are the ones who told us to be extra, extra careful - because your kid could lose his hearing on our watch! We are only doing this because YOU said it was important!!

And here is the icing on the cake. I'm home sick today myself. I get a message from work: "Last night, T had a seizure."

!!!

So, we teachers did everything we were supposed to do and did it right. If we hadn't checked on T, and he'd gone home without us ever telling his parents that his temp had been high, and he'd then had a seizure, what do you think the parents would have to say about us now???

Losing my mindddd!!

I am so, so glad that I'm an experienced teacher and not one of our many brand new, fresh out of college teachers who may have never even noticed T's body felt hot simply because they're not used to noticing it yet. I can feel proud at least that I and my co-teacher stubbornly took care of this kid even though we were made to feel silly for following the instructions in his own medical file.

I don't have more info on T's condition yet, but I hope he and his hearing are both ok. I love T and no parent deserves to watch their kid suffer. And honest to goodness, I don't get paid enough for this.

Under a cut for being extra bitchy.

What parents don't ever seem to realize is that we have so many more kids than teachers. Yes, we are in ratio (but I could go on and on about that ratio, but nuff said). It's still not the same as a parent watching their kid one-on-one at home, and having no other kids to worry about than their own. I have to know the names, needs, personalities, allergies, and personal belongings of every kid in our school, not even just the ones in my class, because I'm responsible for all of them at different times during the day. The parents of T get upset because his nose isn't wiped when they pick him up - they don't know we've been wiping it every five minutes all day long and we can't physically stop it from continuing to run.

We'll get in trouble over small things like that, and yet parents will be so resistant to anything we try to do to protect their kids better. One example: we ask parents to cut up fruit given for snack to prevent choking. Parents say, "But they eat whole grapes just fine at home." I'm sure they do!! But kids HAVE choked and died at pre-k centers before! On grapes specifically! And not only does the teacher on duty have to live with the terrible guilt of that, they're probably going to lose their job over it, and they won't get any sympathy because hey, it's your job to watch the kids!

Try to imagine: you have twenty-four two year olds in a room and four teachers. One is taking care of all the clean up and organization that has to happen during that period. One is changing diapers. The other two are observing the kids to make sure no choking or anything happens - then poof, a kid pees on the floor. One of those teachers deals with that. The one teacher left watches the kids closely, and sees a kid start to smack the kid next to him. In the five seconds it takes her to deal with that, your kid stuffs a grape that is too big for their throat into their mouth and starts to choke. Things happen - we can't prevent everything - but all we are trying to do with our "please cut up grapes" rule is to LIMIT the potential danger.

(And I wanna mention - our 1:6 ratio is a pretty good one! Some places have 1:12 for 1-3 yos! And some even worse. It's not always horrible, especially if your ration is 1:12 but you never have more than six kids enrolled, lol. But if you do have a large group, it's so hard, especially if you have a kid who's aggressive, or throws many tantrums, or is a runner, or is destructive, or is sensitive, or has sensory issues, or struggles with transitions, or or or - get my point?? There's no class full of "perfect" kids who always listen - even the best pre-K classroom is always going to be a zoo at certain times simply because of all the different personalities. Kids are gonna have problems when they have problems and that's it. I'd be afraid of the robot kids in that perfect class anyway.)

The fact is a 1:6 ratio isn't good enough all the time, only SOME of the time, and cutting up grapes is basically a stand-in for the additional teacher we wish we had. Truth is we could have one teacher for every kid, and stuff can still go wrong. You know it can, because things go wrong for parents with their own kids every day. Are you a horrible parent because you got distracted for ten seconds and your kid decided to do something they'd never done before and run into the parking lot? We don't WANT those things to happen, but they do - and the consequences of them can be horrible, especially because the main struggle is with nothing else than our humanity. No one was irresponsible. No one was uncaring. Human nature simply happened and screwed us.

So please, please, cut the damn grapes or just home-school your kid!!

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 13

Chapter 15

This chapter literally took me all day, and it's kinda super long, but since I'm only going to 15 it had to be done. Also, I wanted to get a certain part and all the bullshit detail action needs to be written before we get there so I just kept writing to get there. Lulz.

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Okay and can I just say about the Goodbye Love thing it was in my head since I had her say "I need to go away".

This was supposed to be the preview:

Mimi Please don't touch me Understand I'm scared I need to go away

Mark I know a place - a clinic

Benny A rehab?

Mimi Maybe - could you?

Benny I'll pay

And this is for chapter 15: Mimi Goodbye love Goodbye love Came to say goodbye, love, goodbye Just came to say Goodbye love Goodbye love Goodbye love Hello disease....

*DUN DUN DUNNNN*

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in another room. This one was more lavish and beautiful; the sunset was peeking through green silk curtains with a matching chaise lounge. You were now in pink silk pajamas as opposed to a hospital gown, and you weren’t hooked up to near as many wires. Just a pack attached to your arm linked to your sides.

“What the…?” You cautiously crept out of bed, examining the room.

So many questions flew through your mind at that moment. How did you get here? Where exactly were you? Who the hell changed you while you were passed out? It was too much to imagine. You walked over to the full length mirror and examined yourself. You were still semi pale, but you looked pretty damn good for just having surgery this morning.

You walked back towards your bed where your phone was laying on the nightstand. You went to check your messages when you saw the date-- it had been three days. THREE DAYS?

“What the actual fuck--?” You muttered.

Were you in a Black Mirror episode? How did you lose three whole days of your life?! You began to panic, making you pace the room. Wasn’t there a button you could do? You quickly looked around the room for anything, but all you found was a TV remote.

“Oh are you fucking--” You started to curse the world when you saw a little drawing of a nurse on one of the buttons. You frantically pushed it until a girl who looked like she was a nurse out of a porno as opposed to a hospital came running in.

“Oh my god, I thought you were like, dying or something,” She rolled her eyes and twirled her hair like she was a teenage stereotype.

“Where the hell am I? Why am I---”

“Okay you need to like, chill babe,” Nurse Betty put her hands up. “

“I’m not your babe, mmkay pumpkin? We are not friends,” You pushed her hands down. “Now why don’t you get your little chart and explain to me what’s going on in the Twilight Zone?”

“Alright, well--” She whipped out a mini tablet from her scrubs and flipped through it. “You got here three days ago with an order to keep you in a medically induced coma-- Ooooh, wow that sounds like some soap opera shit. Where your organs harvested on the black market?”

“WHAT?” You grabbed the tablet. That DID sound like some soap opera shit. “You read the tablet, all it said was the details about the coma and then FILES SEALED.

“Can you-- unlock this, please?” You shoved the tablet back in her hands.

“Um no, you need a supervisor for that babe,”

“Can you please get someone to unlock this then, BABE?” Your eye began to twitch from stress.

“Yeah, sure I’ll try,” She shrugged and walked back out of the room. You continued to pace faster now, googling “HARVESTED ORGANS ON THE BLACK MARKET”, when a doctor came in wearing navy blue scrubs, looking like Derek Shepherd.

“Well hey there, beautiful,” He grinned at you.

“...What is happening?” You muttered, staring at him. He was gorgeous, you’d probably be more flustered if you weren’t so freaked out and pissed off.

“What kind of soap opera hospital is this?!” You scowled.

“Hey, just because we take care of ourselves around here doesn’t mean it’s Grey’s Anatomy up here,” He made a face.

“...Could’ve fooled me, McDreamy,”

“....Just because my name is Derek doesn’t mean I’m that tool,” He frowned.

“Oh my god you’re kidding me right?” You had to laugh at the irony.

“You’re probably just grumpy because you haven’t eaten for three days,” He patted your head. “How about a nice filet mignon?”

“Wha…?” You looked around the room in disbelief. “How about you tell me where I am and how I got here?”

“You’re at Whistling Pines Hospital and Rehabilitation Center in Hartford Connecticut, Miss Y/N,”

“Connecticut?!” You gasped. “Sonny said it was just upstate New York. Jesus Christ he sent me out of state?!”

“Calm yourself,” Derek put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re basically on the state line, Mr. Carisi didn’t send you to Siberia,”

“...And why exactly was I brought here against my will?” You crossed your arms.

“Against your will?” He snorted. “Your paperwork says you requested to be out while you recovered so you wouldn’t be tempted to ask for pain meds or anything. Part of the detox, you understand,”

“Detox?” Your face scrunched. “Seriously? So...so now what, you escort me down to the padded room now that I’m healed?”

“No, no of course not,” He shook his head. “Our rehab rooms are much nicer than this. And yours is all ready for you,”

“....Yeah, alright,” You shrugged, looking around the room.

“Wonderful,” He gave you another 100 watt smile before opening the door and motioning you to follow him. You walked for a while through what seemed like a normal hospital wing, then you came to two large doors that said “REHABILITATION WING”.

Derek opened it and let you go through first, into a beautiful lobby. The walls were made of marble, there was a koi pond with a waterfall in the middle of it, sparkling water stations next to big leather chairs. It was like a spa.

“Wow...” You whispered as you admired it while you walked.

“Yes, I know,” He chuckled. “It’s quite impressive, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” You began to feel guilty; how much was this costing Sonny? This place looked like it cost the down payment on a house to stay in. You followed Derek down a hallway that looked like a hotel room hallway more than a rehab center, until he stopped at a door labelled 312.

“Ah here we are,” He opened the door and let you go inside first once again. It was an even more lavish room than you woke up in. A nice king bed with fluffy pillows and silk comforters were covered with extra blankets if you needed them. There was a huge sofa in front of a large screen TV, and a little kitchenette with a small fridge, cabinets, a dishwasher, and a microwave.

“....Wow,” You continued to stare in awe at the luxurious amenities this place had.

“Indeed,” Derek smiled. “Now, the TV comes loaded with digital cable and all the streaming services. Our WIFI password is LIVELAUGHLOVE, the fridge is stocked with organic, healthy foods only, but if you’d like to request something you can give our front desk a ring,”

You just nodded as you checked out the room.

“Now,” He cleared his throat. “For the icky part,”

“...The icky part?” You sputtered with a sarcastic smile. “Where did you go to medical school, Sesame Street?”

“Ha ha,” He rolled his eyes. “You will need to stay in your room at all times unless it’s social time, or group time. We do have several common areas such as a pool and a gym, but you’ll need to schedule times to use them, you can’t just walk around on your own,”

“Ah,” You nodded. “So it is a prison, just a very nice prison,”

“It’s not a prison, Miss Y/N,” He shook his head. “Not for you, anyway,”

“Really? Because it sounds like--”

“Your cousin did pay for your residency here, but you’re not under a court order or anything so you’re not confined here. Most of our residents have to be here several months before they’re even allowed out of their rooms at all, you should consider yourself lucky,”

“...Right,” You rolled your eyes. “Where is my cousin, anyway?” You asked. “Is he back at the hospital in New York?”

“Excuse me?” He looked at you in confusion. “I’m not sure I understand,”

“Oh I guess it’s been a few days,” You thought out loud. “He must have gone home by now,”

“...Well I’d sure hope so,” He chuckled.

“So..” You took a seat on the couch. “What am I doing now, warden?”

“Well like I said, I can have food sent up to you if you’re hungry,” He explained as he handed you your own tablet. “We have these for you so you can browse our menu for food and amenities,”

“Mmmkay…”

“Tomorrow’s social time is at 10 am, and your group therapy is at noon,”

“..Uh huh,” You nodded as you absent mindedly flipped through the menu.

“It’s mandatory,” He added.

“...Right,”

“Wonderful,” He beamed. “Now your bathroom is there, obviously,” He nodded to a door on the other side of the room. “It has a shower with three different pressures, and a spa bathtub. I recommend you take a long hot bath and relax, the first night is usually the hardest to get used to.

“Right…”

“Alright well I’ll leave you to it,” He nodded at you with another dreamy smile.

He walked out and left you to your own devices. You walked over to the drawers and pulled them out. They were full of your clothes, how did they get these so fast? It was so bizarre all of this happened while you were out, it really did seem like some kind of episode out of Dynasty or something.

You decided to call Sonny and get some things sorted out. You picked up your phone and dialed his number and let it ring.

“Oh hey...you, how you feelin’?”

“I’m good,” You went and sat on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Me? I’m good,”

“Really? Not sore or anything?”

“What? OH-- Yeah, y’know, of course, obviously,”

“...Thanks so much for this, Sonny. It’s gorgeous here,”

“Anytime….sweetie,”

“Is um, is Rafael doing better? Do you know?”

“Uh he’s...he’s fine, I’m sure,”

“...Well that’s good,”

“I’ll be up there next week to see you, you hang in there okay?”

“...Yeah, alright,”

“Night darlin’, you sleep well. I love you,”

“Love you too,”

Sonny hung up the phone and glanced over at Rafael who was busy writing his closing arguments for their case tomorrow.

“....Who was that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Niece,” He lied.

“Mmm,”

“...How are you feelin’, by the way Barba?”

“Carisi, we’re not discussing anything personal, ever again. I told you that,” He grumbled, not looking up from his desk. He winced in pain every so often when he pulled on his stitches while writing.

“...Right,” He nodded sadly. He did feel guilty about all of this, but he knew in a few weeks it wouldn’t matter. You’d both forget about each other and move on, it was for the best.

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The next day you woke up and felt this overwhelming sense of dread. It was like everything had finally caught up to you, all the memory of how you got here came back to you. You missed Rafael almost immediately, Sonny’s words about how you had traumatized him rang in your head.

You wanted so desperately to call him and apologize, tell him how you would have never hurt him on purpose, and that all you wanted to do was make it up to him-- but you knew you had no way of doing that, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Your tablet began to go off, alarms for SOCIAL TIME were set on it. You tried to turn it off, but apparently a counselor had to do it when you arrived. Sneaky bastards. You sighed and pulled on some PJ pants, trying to ignore the blaring sound. You stomped out of your room and down the hall, down some stairs to a huge room labelled “REC ROOM.”

“Welcome Y/N!” A bright and cheery nurse came over and greeted you. “We have lots of activities for you here,” She began to show you around. “We have arts and crafts, several board games, and the Cards Against Humanity rounds get quite rowdy!”

“...Right,” You nodded softly, feeling more and more hopeless as you saw all the other “residents” mingling-- and by mingling, meaning most of them were walking around like soulless zombies. Was this your life now?

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One Week Later

“Hey…” You saw Rafael laying down in front of you, reaching out for your hand. You took it, not believing this was real.

“I love you, Y/N…” He smiled at you, his green eyes sparkling.

“I love you too Rafael..”

You shot up in bed, it happened again. You had been having the same dream ever since you had gotten to Whistling Pines. It felt so real, especially when you touched his hand. And you always woke up alone, stuck in your prison. Never to see Rafael ever again; It was torture. No matter how fancy the prison was, it was still a prison. You looked at the clock on your bedside table- 3:30 am. You wondered what Rafael was doing at that moment-- well, probably sleeping, duh. Or maybe he was up late, working on law stuff.

You wondered if he was thinking about you, if he ever thought about you. He didn’t seem angry the last time you saw him, in fact you were pretty sure you remembered him holding you and crying. Well, like Sonny said he was probably just upset having to see someone like that again. But-- something inside told you that you didn’t leave on bad terms. Maybe you had been too quick to just delete and block his number. But it was too late to do anything about that now. You laid back down and cried yourself back to sleep for the fifth time that night.

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Two weeks later

Sonny drove up to Hartford early Friday morning, hoping to get back to the city that night. He signed in at the front desk, muttering obscenities under his breath. He paced the lobby waiting for you, trying to keep his calm. Finally you emerged from the big double doors: You were dressed in a t-shirt that used to be tight, but now it draped on your shoulders. Your hip hugger jeans were more like men’s jeans, hanging off your pelvis. Your hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and you had no makeup on. You walked over to Sonny who crossed his arms at the sight of you.

“Hey, Sunshine…” He pulled you into a tight hug, your face barely moved into a small smile.

“Can we talk?” He asked as he led you to one of the leather couches.

“Sure,” You nodded like a robot as you sat next to him.

“So Sunshine,” He sighed. “They tell me you haven’t uh, been doin’ so hot,”

“Oh, have they?” You mumbled, playing with a hole in your jeans.

“Yeah they said you’re not eating, you skip the group, you won’t talk to anybody,” He put a hand on your knee. “Is everything okay? Is it your new liver? The diabetes kicking yer ass?”

“...No, I’m fine,” You shrugged feebly.

“....Seriously?” He removed his hand, his soft tone gone. “So, nothing’s wrong with you physically? You’re just being a brat?”

“Excuse me?” You suddenly blinked in surprise.

“Here I came up here because I was worried somethin’ was really wrong with you, like you were rejecting the donation or-- or the trauma was too much, but you’re tellin’ me you just won’t cooperate?” He snapped at you.

“...What do you want me to say, Sonny? Sorry?” You snarked back.

“I want you to tell me why!” He tried not to yell but this was ridiculous. “Do you know how expensive this place is?!”

“Oh wow,” You scoffed. “Well I’m sorry my recovery is so expensive for you, Son,”

“It’s not even recovery, Y/N! You’re-- You’re just laying around here like a fuckin’ angsty teen!” He barked. “Why aren’t you trying? Don’t you wanna get outta here and get back to your life?”

“Maybe I don’t!” You yelled and stood up. “Maybe I don’t care about getting out of here, or not. There’s no point anymore,”

“What?” Sonny furrowed his brows. “Why not?”

“...Because,” You looked down at the floor.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Sonny threw up his hands, finally standing up himself. “Is this about Barba, really Y/N? You knew him for a few fuckin’ days, gimme a fuckin BREAK,”

“He was wonderful to me, Sonny! He was wonderful and loving and caring and YOU made me go off on him, and then I--” You paused, tears caught in your throat. “I fucking traumatized him. I hurt him so badly he didn’t even want to see me when i was dying,”

“I mean-- how bad of a person am I?!” You tried not to break down in the lobby. “I shouldn’t be allowed to be around anyone anymore, I just destroy things. Hurt people. I shouldn’t be around anyone,”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Sonny sighed. “You need to stop, alright? If you actually tried to get better, you wouldn’t--”

“I don’t want to get better!!!!” You flat out stomped your foot, not caring about making a scene now.

“Y/N, tough love time. You need to get your shit together and forget about Barba, alright? I can’t keep paying for you to stay here--” He put both hands on your shoulders.

“So let me out,” You glared at him.

“....And if I let you out, are you going to stay sober?” He gave you a suspicious look.

“Nope,” You said with a smirk.

“Y/N come the fuck on,” He threw up his hands.

“What?” You crossed your arms. “I’m being honest. So either you keep wasting your money here, or let me go,”

“And what, let you kill yourself?” He asked angrily.

“...Maybe,” You muttered.

“Sunshine, come here--” Sonny went to wrap you in a hug, his t-shirt caught up on yours causing it to pull up on his torso. Your eyes went wide when you caught sight of it, letting go of him.

“....Where’s your scar?” You blinked in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around what you were seeing.

“What?” He began to panic.

“Your scar,” You pulled your t-shirt to reveal your own scar from the transplant. “You should have one,”

“Oh, Um--” Sonny began to rack his brain for an explanation, but your brain was moving faster.

“.....You didn’t give me part of your liver, did you?” You pulled away from him.

“Uh well--” He sighed “Not exactly, no,”

“Then who did?” You eyed him accusingly.

“They got you an anonymous--”

“Oh don’t even give me that shit, Sonny,” You stopped him. “This-- this whole thing, when I got here. It felt so much like, like a set up. A soap opera plot,”

“A soap opera?” Sonny laughed. “Come on Sunshine, don’t--”

“Why did you ship me here so fast, Sonny?” You asked, your brain now on a roll.

“What?” He half laughed. “So that you could get started early--”

“No,” You stopped him. “You could have just let me come here on my own, CONSCIOUS,”

“Well I just wanted you to skip the DT’s--” He tried to think of a defense.

“DT’s don’t happen to you if you get drunk ONCE, Sonny!” You raised your voice.

“Well how was I supposed to--” He looked around nervously.

“Who really gave me their liver, Sonny?” You narrowed your eyes.

“I told you, I don’t--” He began to lie again.

“I’ll look it up,” You threatened, making his eyes go wide.

“Y-You can’t do that,” He protested.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to?” You challenged him.

“...Because--”

“Rafael did, didn’t he?” You weren’t letting him think of any more lies.

“Look Y/N, he just wanted to help you out so that you wouldn’t die, like his dad. He couldn’t save him so he saved you. Doesn’t that sound like him?”

You had to admit, it really did. But why lie about it?

“So why didn’t you tell me that, Sonny? Why tell me you did it? Why didn’t you just tell me he did it to be nice, and not that he hated me?”

“I never said he hated you--”

“If you lied to me about that, what else have you been lying to me about?” You put your hands on your hips.

“What?”

“Oh my god…” You started to remember your recurring dream. “It was real, it was real. I know it was real!”

“...What was real?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“I keep having this dream where Rafael is across from me lying on a table, and he tells me that he loves me. And I know that happened I know it did,” You explained.

You were absolutely sure of it now. So many thoughts were running through your mind, you hated that you didn’t remember any of this before.

“What?” Sonny laughed again. “Sunshine it’s just a dream, don’t you think you would remember something like that?”

“They...they gave me something before I went into the OR,” You looked off into nowhere as you tried desperately to recall that morning. “The nurse called it…’giggle juice’,”

“Giggle juice?” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Did you make them give me that too?!” You went for his collar, but a nurse came out of nowhere to hold you back.

“Wha who whoa, Sunshine calm down,” Sonny waved the nurse off of you. “I got her, thanks ma’am,”

“I didn’t tell them to give you anything,” He said softly.

“Yeah, just to keep me out for three days so I wouldn’t ever see Rafael before you sent me here,” You accused him.

“...Not true…” He shook his head.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to talk to him, Sonny?” Tears choked your throat.

“He didn’t want to talk to you--”

“Bullshit!” You stomped your foot, eyeing the nurse who had her eye on you in case you lost it on Sonny again.

“Bullshit, were you scared he was going to tell me what you were really doing? That you were trying to keep us apart?” Tears began dripping from your cheeks. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you couldn’t believe you could have been with Rafael this entire time.

“No!” He protested, his eyes darting back and forth. “No, I--”

“I don’t believe you!” You pushed him, the nurse stepped forward but you put your hands up in defeat. “You’re keeping him from me right now, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“That’s why you sent me so far, he has no idea where I am, and he wants to know doesn’t he? He wasn’t traumatized by my ‘incident’, he’s traumatized he lost me!” You hated that you cried when you got angry, it made you so much less intimidating.

“Traumatized is a strong word, Y/N…” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Y’know what Sonny,” You shook your head while you wiped your eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. You bring Rafael here, and I’ll try to get better,”

“...I can’t,” He looked at the floor.

“Wha--Are you serious?” You half laughed sarcastically. “You’d rather me rot in here than--”

“I don’t know where he is, Y/N,” He looked up at you seriously.

“...What?” You asked, not wanting to know the answer.

“He…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He left,”

“What do you mean ‘he left’?” You air quoted left.

“He went on some campaign trail, Hilary I think. He took off across the country, I literally have no idea where he is right now,” He explained.

“Why would he do that?” You asked.

“I don’t know, he said he had to get out of the city--” He shrugged.

“And you couldn’t imagine why?” You gave him a knowing look.

“Oh puh-lease Y/N, he’s not a drama queen like you--” He stopped, thinking about it. “Okay well he might be a drama queen but--”

“You can call him,” You pointed to his pocket.

“I can’t,” He looked down at the ground once again.

“WHY NOT?!” You were getting fed up with him.

“He was….he was super pissed at me for keeping you apart, alright? You’re right. He...he changed his number when he took off, he wants nothing to do with me,”

“So he’s just...gone?” Your voice cracked.

“Sunshine, I promise you. In a few weeks you won’t care about him, and you’re gonna wanna get out of here,”

“Why, you're gonna start adding memory pills to my regiment too?” You scoffed with angry tears in your voice.

“Jesus,” He rolled his eyes. “No, because you’re 22 and you can fall in and out of love like that,” He snapped his fingers.

“No I won’t,” You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to let me out of here or I’ll die in here,”

“God you’re such a--” Sonny sighed in frustration. “I can get them to get you to eat, y’know that right?”

“Do it!” You dared him. “Start treating me like some kind of mental patient, control my life like you think you need to,”

“...I can’t deal with this,” He waved his hands and started to walk away. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, I’m sure you’ll be over this by then,”

“Don’t count on it,” You stomped back into the ward.

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A week later

You let the night nurse into your room, she brought your meds and a nightly snack.

“Well, are you excited for tomorrow?” She asked, making conversation.

“...What’s tomorrow?” You asked as your downed your pills.

“Your last day!” She smiled.

“...What?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Well, honey you’re not here on a court order or probation, and your cousin only paid for 30 days. So, you’re leaving tomorrow!”

“You’re just...you’re just letting me go??” You asked in disbelief.

“You’re not happy about that? I’m sure we could talk to your--” She started.

“No!” You stopped her. “No, No I’m totally excited, ready to get back to real life,”

“Good!” She smiled and patted your head. “Make sure you’re all packed, we’ve already filled this room once you leave,”

“...Of course you have,” You rolled your eyes.

She left and you began to frantically pack, ready to get out of here as fast as possible. You would find Rafael on your own, you knew you could.

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Sonny’s phone went off while he was out on a call, he saw it was Whistling Pines so he excused himself from the scene and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Mir. Carisi? This is Sylvia at Whistling Pines, we were just checking on Miss Y/N,”

“....Why would you be checking on her? Don’t you have her?”

“...No sir, she checked out a few days ago,”

“WHAT?!”

“Well it had been 30 days and you had only paid for a month--”

“So you just let her leave?! Why would you do that?!”

“Well sir, for one she’s a grown woman who’s a law abiding citizen, she wasn’t committed here by any kind of law enforcement. And like I said you only paid--”

“For a month,” He growled. “That’s all that matters to you people, isn’t it?”

“Well sir, this is a very expensive--”

“Where did she go?”

“What do you mean where did she go? She left with you,”

“Uh she sure as hell did NOT,”

“...Well she got in a car with a man…”

“Oh my god,” Sonny almost dropped the phone. “I swear to God if something happens to her because of you people I will sue you SO fast--”

“Okay no need to get hysterical,” She began to panic. “Why don’t you just come here and we’ll figure it out…”

“No I think you’ve done enough,” He growled before hanging up on her.

Where the hell had you gone? And with who?!

#rafael barba #rafael barba angst #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanficton #rafael barba imagine #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #sonny carisi #sonny carisi fanfiction

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xeo-kunsatan · 3 years

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Beast Choices Chapter 3. Beast Blood

In the previous chapter...

Betrayus was reading a book about occultism but he noticed that Muriel haven't came back with the wood for the fireplace, he got Worried and left the cabin to look for her in the forest holding his flashlight.

Everything was dark and the singing of the owls were sounding around the forest.

Betrayus: M-Muriel!... Where are you?

Betrayus suddenly saw something strange in the woods.

Betrayus: Huh?...

???: Grrrrhh...

Betrayus: !!!!

Betrayus ran away from that place while the creature was chasing him but suddenly he tripped by a rock and fell down from a slightly short mountain leaving him unconscious for a moment.

After waking, he quickly get up but the creature was in front him, staring at him like a tasty prey.

Betrayus: *trembling* W-What are you?...*steps back*

???: Grrr

The creature ran to Betrayus but it suddenly stopped and recognized him like it had meet him before.

???: Betrayus...

Bradley: How do you know my name?..

???: Oh dang.. I am so sorry!..

Betrayus: W-wait... Muriel?.. is that y-y-you?

Muriel: Yes...*sighs* this is other thing.. I haven't told you before...

Betrayus: Muriel...

The moment was interrupted by a shot in the Air.

Hunter: it's a good night to hunt coyotes.

*shots a coyote which was walking by*

Muriel: Holy Shit!!... Ok.. Betrayus.. I know you are probably angry with me.. but... the most important thing to me is your safety.

Betrayus: What the-...

Muriel: *takes Betrayus in her arms and runs off*

Betrayus: OH FUUUCK!

Muriel started running away from the hunter taking a way to lost him so she can take Betrayus safely to the cabin.

Muriel: Damn it, he is getting closer!...

Betrayus: Don't stop Muriel, pls don't stop!

Muriel; I'm trying!..

Muriel makes her paws transform into cheetah paws making her run faster

Betrayus: Wow... You have a lot to explain me later Mury!..

Muriel: I'll do it later!.. I'll promise!.

Hunter: Do you think you can escape from me?

The Hunter manages to shot Muriel but fortunately it missed it leaving her a simple scratch.

Muriel: ARRGGHH!! *She stopped*

Betrayus: Muriel!!

Hunter: Wait.. is that another person!?..

Betrayus: You son of a Bitch *throws him a fire ball*

The Hunter started burning and yelling of pain.

Muriel:.. Tray Tray..

Betrayus: Yeaaah .. I also have another thing to tell you.. hehehe sorry..

Muriel: Dummy.

Muriel taked Betrayus and ran away from the scene to their cabin, when they where about to go to the cabin Muriel's left paw was trapped in a bear trap.

Muriel: AAAARGHH!!!

Betrayus: Muriel!.. oh no this is even worst..

Muriel:*sarcastic* you're helping me a lot...

Betrayus: Sorry sorry!... *Opens slowly the trap to flee her paw*

Muriel: ouch ouch.. this..*she transforms into her normal form to then faints*..

Betrayus: Muriel No!!...*sighs* well at least we are close to the cabin..

Betrayus covered a naked Muriel with a jacket he was wearing and carries her to take her to the cabin.

Betrayus: We are back Yuū... Uhhhh.?..

Yuū:*changes channel* °\\\\°

Betrayus:.......*leaves with Muriel*..

Betrayus have taked Muriel to the bathroom to bath her to attend and clean her wounds

Muriel: *wakes up* B-b-betrayus?

Betrayus: Mury!..*hugs her carefully to not hurt her*... You're awake, you had me so worried..

Muriel: *Sighs* I'm so sorry... That makes me act like an animal..

Betrayus: what's exactly "that"?

Muriel: I dunno how to call it.. Uhh Animal Metamorphosis?... Uhh Shapeshifter Beast?

Betrayus: How does it work?

Muriel: In general I can transform myself or some parts of my body to animal parts but just if I touched, watched and remembered so well certain animals of certain races, my principal transformation is the awful beast you saw before.

Betrayus: Honestly you were cute and Fluffy in that form.

Muriel:*chuckles* stop Jocking~

Betrayus: Seriously hehehe~, and what animals you can transform?.

Muriel: Well if I can remember, an Arctic Wolf, a Cheetah, a Polar bear, Emperor penguin, Arctic hare, Arctic Owl, Arctic Fox, Deer, octopus, and a Raccoon.

Betrayus: Wow, Mury your power is so awesome!

Muriel: Heh really?

Betrayus: Yeah!

Muriel: and what about you? You're in fire

Betrayus: Well it's nothing, I just can create fire, it was so difficult for me with this power and my family.

Muriel: Same old dude.

B&M: Always we had to find a place to practice for myself...!!! *Both Chuckled*

Betrayus: Hehehe Even in this we have in common

Muriel: Yeah, hehehe what a coincidence

Betrayus: Hahahah, a really sweet coincidence~...*kisses her neck*

Muriel: Ohh~ Tray Tray~

Betrayus:*Hugs her* Don't worry me like that Mury... Please.. you're so important for me

Muriel: i'll promise, you're important for me too..

Both started kissing and... Not gonna write this in this family friendly post heheh.

The Next Morning.

Betrayus: *yawn* Morning Mury~ *kisses her forehead*

Muriel: Hehe~... Morning my sunlight..*holds the letter from her Dad*

Betrayus: oh so you finally will read it?

Muriel: Yeah, after all this is years without seeing him nor even know anything of him, I miss him, and at having this letter and money means that he didn't wanted to hurt me and that he miss me.

Betrayus: I see, so what does the letter says?

Muriel: Well...*Starts reading*

"Muriel... I send this money for you

So you can keep yourself..

I really sorry for all the things I said to you.. how i treated you.. because of something that.. it actually wasn't your fault....

I was completely blind by the remorse and the pain by losing your mother, in all this time I figured out how stupid I was at treating one of your mother's Treasures she left for me... You and your Sisters.

It's too late, it's okay if you never forgive for that.. but all I want.. is that at least you're okay... I love you

And I will always love you.

-Marlos Plizetxki."

Some tears appeared from Muriel's eyes.

Betrayus: Mury!.. you're okay?

Muriel: *sniff*...*sighs* Yeah... It's an apology of him.... I can't be really mad at him, even when that doesn't justified the fact he treated me as a freak since my childhood, it's no use to have remorse against him.. that Grumpy Boomer.

Betrayus:*sighs* Mury *hugs her*

Muriel: even when I was treated as a shit, I make a plan to leave my house, I studied too hard to finally leave them with my basic studies finished... Also finding out what was my purpose..I used to help out my old classmates with their problems because that made me forget my problems.. that's how I found out my purpose.....you know why am I lucky?

Betrayus: for what.

Muriel: Because I meet you, my Number 1 patient *boops him*

Betrayus: Heheh Muriel.. I am lucky too at meeting you.... I love you Muriel~

Muriel: and I love you too~

Both kissed on lips but suddenly Betrayus Tickled her.

Muriel: H-Hey Hehehe stop.

Betrayus: What? You don't like it..

Muriel: No-oh *steps back*

Betrayus: ohohoh so you wanna play like that? I'm gonna Catch you!

Muriel: Nuu!! *runs off*

They started playing tag you're it.

The vacations have ended for them,

It was time to go home, Muriel and Betrayus packed up to then Roxy taked them to the airport.

It was time to say goodbye.

Muriel: that were the best vacations we had, even more having you as our guide.

Roxy: it was a honor, *gives them a paper with her number* in case you need me when you came here, I'll be there.

Betrayus: Roxy thank you for everything

Roxy: you're welcome, Mis amigos.

During the travel.

Muriel: I will miss that beautiful place..

Betrayus: Me too ....*fall asleeps on her*

Muriel: *smiles and cuddles with him as well to Sleep*

Betrayus and Muriel left PacMexico completely happy by their adventures to then return to Pacopolis.

How much this can evolve?

Nobody knows.. for now.

Extra

Muriel: Hey Tray Tray, can you turn on this fireplace?

Betrayus: Sure, *uses his fire to turn on the fireplace*

Muriel; Ohh~ much better, did anyone told you that your power is beautiful?

Betrayus: *sniff* You're the first person who says me that *hugs her* Hmm~

Muriel: Aww don't cry my pogchamp~

Betrayus: can you transform into a Rabbit?

Muriel: Sure *transforms into a Arctic Hare*

Betrayus:*holds her and scratches her ears* Awww you're so cute~

Muriel: Hmm~ please continue~ *Bunny Purr*

Yuū: hmp..*jealous*

#pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures

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gotreactions · 4 years

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SKZ Reaction: Size Kink (Small S/O) (NSFW & Fluff)

Request: Yes! (I accidentally deleted it, I'm so dumb at times geez and sorry! But thank you soo much for the request! I really hope this is what you were looking for and that you like it!)

Chan

Smut:

He loved you for you, all of you which includes your body. He never fails to show it either. Whenever you guys are alone he really loves pulling you up to sit between his legs, your head laying against his chest panting while he works one hand into your shorts to rub your clit while the other slides up your shirt and teases your nipples. He loves the way you fit so perfectly on his chest, loves kissing up and down your neck as he whispers praises into your ear. His favorite thing? When you ride him afterwards. He is obssessed with holding your perfectly small hips, caressing your inner thighs and seeing your little breasts bounce.

"Fuck babygirl, you are so beautiful. You look so good on daddy's cock, making him feel so good you know that hmm?"

Fluff:

·He loves doing things for you such as: putting the dishes away after you wash them so you don't have to struggle to put them away, dusting the top shelves, reaching for the blanket that's just out of your reach. It makes him feel so tall and helpful.

·If you allow him, he feels so content just sitting on the sofa massaging your little legs and holding your tiny hands that just dissapear inside of his while you guys watch a movie together. He loves seeing how small your hands are compared to his.

·Gosh if you're a big eater, he would lose his mind! "What? Where does the food even go? How are you so small, baby!" He would laugh so cutely and tease you about it while falling even more in love with you for it. He wouldn't want you to hold back either. If he notices you start eating less he'll immediately question it and ask if you're alright.

·Also, please wear his shirt to bed. He'll never ask or say anything, but when he's able to see his shirt that drops down to your knees he feels so warm and fuzzy inside

Minho

Smut:

Thighs. The best way to describe Minho in this instance is thighs. He enjoys placing you on his thigh and sitting back to watch you work yourself towards your orgasm on it, loves refusing to touch you so you have to wrap your little arms around him. The size difference between his one thigh and your whole body is enough to get him off alone. During sex, he loves thrusting into you as he holds your thighs, finds it so convenient how he can easily part your legs to give him better access. Looping his arms under your knees ans sitting you both up so he can hold you off the mattress while he pumps up into you as your lips interlock and move in perfect sync.

"You're so pliable and small, like a little kitten. Is that you are, hmm? Daddy's little kitten."

Fluff:

·Sometimes when you're cooking he'll come up and stand behind you so he can see how his shadow covers yours and just so he can feel your little back against his chest. It makes him feel protective of you.

·He loves reaching over you in order to grab things. At the market, he would stand behind you placing one hand on your waist as he reaches up to grab something off the top shelf before placing it in your hands and walking away proudly.

·Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, he enjoys just holding you like a little baby. Sitting you on his lap, hugging your body and laying his chin on your shoulder especially while you guys play games.

·Cuddling is a must. If he isn't allowed to big spoon you nightly, the next morning will be miserable. You can really see a change in his mood. If he's able to hold you in your sleep the night before, the day after he'll be more productive and energetic. If you aren't in his arms the night before his next day will be full of extra sugar in his coffee, grumpy savage Minho who looks sort of like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "I didn't sleep well last night, leave me alone." Would be his reply to everything whenever anyone tries talking to him about anything.

Changbin

Smut:

He has so many favorite positions with you. Holding you against a wall so effortlessly as he fucks you sort of roughly just to hear your moans and feel your body shake against his. Maybe holding you up for some good old fashion mirror sex. Your back against his chest as he holds your knees open spreading your legs out in the air. Him controlling your movements as he works his own hips into yours, nibbling on your ear and neck as he makes you watch how his big dick slides in and out of you so perfectly. Spooning sex. Him as the big spoon, his whole body cupping yours and he holds your breasts and rubs your waist while kissing your shoulders and neck, moving his hips slowly and gently into you. 100% has you wear his shirt afterwards and spoons you to sleep.

"Watch, see how my big cock fits so perfectly inside that tight little pussy of yours like we were meant to be together? You're my perfect fit jagi."

Fluff:

·He for sure teases you in a cute and loving way. He'll hold your car keys/the remote/ECT. Up in the air making you jump for it whenever you don't give him enough attention.

·If he gets jealous in public or with friends around, he'll come up behind you and pull your body against his using one arm and asserting dominance to his friends. If he's had enough of everyone's teasing he'll pick you up bridal style and carry you away. "Me and (y/n) are leaving now!" He'll yell in a baby voice as he runs off with you.

·Low key loves when you're the big spoon sometimes. If he's sick amd wants cuddles, or on other special occasions, he'll crave you holding him from behind. Wants to hold your hands as your arms wrap around his waist, loves when you struggle to fit around him making him laugh a bit. If you kiss his shoulder in this possible he'll feel all warm and blushy.

·Caretaker: he'll brush and dry your hair after a shower, loves laying on the ground with his legs crossed as he paints your toe nails. Rubbing your back as you sleep on his chest and caring for you while you're sick are both nesessaties. You're just so small and precious he can't help but want to cuddle and adore you.

Hyunjin

Smut:

Recieving a blow Job from you? Anytime, anywhere, yes please! Seeing your small frame on the floor resting on your knees turns him on so much! Seeing your tiny little hand wrap around his thick shaft drives him crazy. When you kitten lick his cockhead and stretch your lips around his length he goes blank in his head losing all his senses over you. He may get so lost in it he'll pull at your hair and push you down further causing you to choke on him which would only turn him on more. My oh my would he return the favor however. He loves eating you out, putting his lick lips to use against your core. Being able to easily toss your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out/pounds you into the mattress makes everything so much better and more enjoyable. Let him kiss on your breasts and hold your hands and you'll be in paradise with him.

"Fuck you turn me on so much. I can never get enough of you, you're just so perfect."

Fluff:

·He enjoys showering with you. Just laughing behind you as he watches you struggle to get the shampoo off the rack. After you glare at him he'll happily take the bottle and wash your hair for you managing quite easily givin your height.

·Shopping is never a problem with him. He'll get you whatever you can't reach, happily carry your bags, even squat down so he help you try on shoes. Loves how even when he's bent down on the floor as you sit on the bench, he still manages to be taller/bigger than you are.

·When you're sitting on the sofa pouting after an argument or even while you just try to watch tv Hyunjin will randomly appear in front of you, leaning over down to your height level asking "you okay?" "My pouty baby looks so adorable like this!" "Where's (y/n) I can't find her!" As he moves side to side 'searching' for you. "She's so small the couch must've eaten her up!" He'll insist.

·During an argument, he's unable to stay serious. When you cross your arms and stomp your foot he'll burst out laughing. He'll mimic and copy you, making the same facial expression just in an exaggerated way. He'll shrug his crossed arms over his chest with a loud 'hmph' as he stomps his foot the same way you did. It'll make him laugh more uncontrollably. "You are so cute, I can't take this seriously." He'll mimic you again even as you storm off annoyed while he still laughs.

Han/Jisung

Smut:

He loves seeing you all dressed up for him. Whether you're in lingerie that shows off your little curves, small figure or just in a special outfit you're wearing for only him, it doesn't matter. He loves it! He will tease you through it as well. Like, he'll lay you down on the bed and rub your thighs, using his thumb to rub figure eights on your hip slowly taking said thumb and slipping it under the hem of your underwear/bottoms. He may chuckle a bit and comment about how big his hands look on you and asking if they feel good. He would get off on you touching yourself in front of him as well! Seeing your small fingers work themselves in and out of yourself as you moan and whine would be enough to get his engine reving all night long! He could watch you on repeat for hours. But he'll eventually give him and take over, making sure to kiss all over your body in the process giving all of you attention.

"Aw look at you baby. You look so good like that, do you feel good? Like it when you touch yourself for me, or would you prefer my long fingers instead? Able to hit all those sweet spots you can't reach right baby?"

Fluff:

·He love, love, LOVES helping you get dressed! Picking out your clothes with you in the morning, being able to choose the perfect pair of jeans that'll show off your assets in the most pleasing way. Laughing as he (not so) patiently waits for you to put on a runway show for him wearing all the outfits he picked out for you.

·Holding you. While you're eating, watching tv, playing games, at home, in public, it does not matter. If you're sitting you're sitting in his lap cause that's where you fit best (according to him.) Also he could carry you for hours! Loves holding you on his back as you walk around the fair or park. Loves when you point at things that excite you catching his attention. He just wants you close to him at all times.

·He will squat down to your level, beside you whenever your sad. He'll hold your hands and let you bury yourself in his big chest. He would even carry you and rock you like a baby in these moments.

·Teasing! He will block all the doorways using his body so that he can see you struggle to get past him before using your smolness to your advantage slipping past. Loves making jokes about your size then getting scared and hiding from you. If you playfully hit him he wouldn't even mind cause it's just so cute. He also randomly picks you up over his shoulder just to smack your ass since he can but that's only when he's feeling brave.

Felix

Smut:

Felix would use his deep voice to his advantage again you in bed no doubt. Things would start with you on your back, him eating you out like you're his last meal as his hands explore your body before he decides to sit up and have his way with you. He'd be very vocal, commanding you to turn around for him. Seeing your small frame doggy style and spread open for him was a kink for him in ways one could never imagine. At first he would try to be slow, gently rocking his hips into yours as he helps you bend your back, tracing his fingers and lips down your spine before he can't help it anymore. He would pound harder, deeper, faster, squeezing your hips and pulling your body back against his, your size making this almost too easy for him. The next morning your thighs and lower body in general would be so sore you can't walk. Oh but don't worry, he'll care for you. He'll massage out your cramps, apologize for being to rough in the most romantic and gentle way possible. Lives for kissing on your thighs and cuddling you into his chest the morning after.

"I said turn around angel, ass up, good job. That's a good girl."

Fluff:

·Just holding your hand is enough to make him feel mature and like a superhero. While you guys are out hiking/walking/at the park ECT. He'll automatically hold your hand. He also does this when you guys are crossing the street. You're his precious Angel and he would never let you get hurt.

·His favorite thing is being able to look down at you when he talks or even just listens to you talking. It brings a genuine smile to his face every time.

·When you sit in his lap during video games/movies the first thing he recognizes is that he can still see over you without you even having to bend over and slouch for him. He'll hold you like a teddy bear all cuddly like the whole time you're sat on him.

·Cooking with him would be a blast, he'd sprinkle flour in your hair then laugh ''sorry, maybe if you were higher up (taller) it wouldn't hit your head. Not my fault you're short babe!" But if you did the same to him he would act/get all heart broken and insecure about it. Being next to you makes him feel like he's 6th tall and he low-key really likes that.

Seungmin

Smut:

Why wear his shirt after sex when you can wear it during? The way you look extra small in one of his long sleeved shirts, your sweater paws tapping his chest as he speeds up his pace hitting your sweet spot head on. He likes missionary position best, or spooning face to face so he can watch your reactions. Also because he loves the way his body towers over yours. He would suck hickeys onto your neck/collar bones, the way they look as you deep breath makes it impossible for him to resist. If you wrap your legs around him, his; waist, legs, hips, back, neck/shoulder, doesn't matter, he will lose all self control. If you don't wrap yourself around him, he'll take your knee, and wrap your leg around him himself.

"You're so tiny, look at that. It's ok princess, I'll take care of you." As he grunts and gets closer to his orgasm.

Fluff:

·One of his favorite places to take you is the library. You will never know how much he enjoys being able to grab out of reach books for you. He also thinks you're stunning when you sit down and curl up with a good book. You just look very innocent and adorable.

·Ice cream dates are a must. He gets to give you his jacket when you get too cold, allowing him to see your little frame in his denim jacket that fits him perfectly yet eats you up. He also really likes how your arms look when you're holding your food up. They just look fragile and delicate in a very cute way.

·Sweater paws! When you wear oversized sweaters/hoodies and start hitting him with the sleeves, he gets such a pure and heavenly wholesome feeling inside. Like he can hear Angels singing just seeing you in a bigger shirt.

·You are his Goddess and he lives for seeing you in white. Wearing a white dress walking through a garden, you're slim legs catching his ever wandering eyes. He wouldn't trade you in for anything.

Jeongin/I.N.

Smut:

Low-key can really see him being into car sex. Having you laid out in the backseat, your legs spread for him. The way you don't even struggle to fit in the small space of the car is so entertaining to him. Like if you were to reach up to hold the back of the seat, your arm fully extends just to reach it. He finds that so cute. But he prefers you holding his back more. Likes it when you scratch up his back and bit his shoulder as he holds your lower back off the seat and up against his body instead. His legs and his body slipping and rocking the whole car, just so he can rock into you a pleasurable pace. Meanwhile your legs wrapped around his hips, your ankles wrapped around each other behind his back as you cling to him like a koala. He gets off at the fact he barely has to fuck up into you and your whole body rocks. If you were to run your foot across the back of his thigh he wouldn't even mind cause all he can think of is how small it is compared to him. He's able to manhandle you and you let him. Nothing could be better!

Fluff:

·He calls you his 'little lady' in a teasing yet sweet way. If you're pouty or sick he'll "I'll take care of you little lady, trust me. You'll be feeling better in no time!" He also calls you that in front of other people shamelessly.

·Ruffling your hair, holding you back playfully with one arm whenever you run to him for cuddles, even picking you up and spinning you around like an airplane when he's bored all all things he loves.

·When you guys play hide and seek he always gets amazed at the places you're able to hide yourself. Like under the sofa, in the pantry, behind/under the laundry bin. He is jaw dropped and impressed.

·He likes taking you to the beach/swimming. Loves racing you in the sand and calling you 'turtle' when you're behind him cause you can't run as fast. Has fun picking you up and tossing you in the water when you complain about not wanting to get in but also wanting to swim at the same time. He just has alot of fun teasing you and loving you at the same time.

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rheawritessometimes · 3 years

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Ooh matchups!! I am here lol 👀

May I get a romantic matchup w one of the adult male characters?

Personality:

I come off as very friendly and sociable bc I'm too socially awkward to gracefully turn down a chat lmao. Don't get me wrong I do like talking with people but bc I'm too anxious to interrupt people when I have my own thoughts I often end up listening to the other person go on and on and it feels like they're just talking at me :/ I would very much appreciate someone who realizes this and actually pauses to ask for my opinion to make me feel included in the conversation

On the other hand, if the other person is willing to listen, I will ramble for hours about my own interests (and also go on like five tangents before I inevitably lose my original point lmao). I'm a biologist so point out any living thing to me and I'd probably have several fun facts ready to share

I almost always have a smile on my face when I'm out in public or anywhere I'd see another person. I just really don't want to come across as rude so I smile at everybody lol

This unfortunately has the side effect of making me hide my negative feelings from my friends. It's not that I'm actively trying to — if they caught me in the moment I'd at least be honest about my feelings — but I tend to push all the negativity to the back of my mind whenever I'm out with friends and only really address it when I'm alone at night. I also have a hard time showing any sort of weakness to anyone, despite my philosophy of "always talk to your friends about your problems." It's just that I'm supposed to be the one who has it together, so I feel like I have no one to go to when I need help. I'm trying to change this habit but it's been difficult lol

Likes/Dislikes:

Communication is so important to me. As someone who's very nonconfrontational I try to do all I can to avoid an argument. And honestly, being honest with each other will solve like 99% of the misunderstandings that people regularly have anyway

I love pretty much all creatures (tho my favorites are cats and also dragons even though they're not real) prob bc as a biologist, I have an appreciation for all living things and the roles they play in the world. I'm the type of person to trap the spider and bring it outside. These little critters are just trying to live like the rest of us!!

As for dislikes, I'm not a fan of jealousy in a partner. I guess some people find it hot when your s/o gets possessive of you but I'd rather just trust my partner and have them trust me? And when you do feel jealous like,, talk to your partner about what's making you uncomfortable?? Idk maybe it's just me lol

Hobbies:

I love drawing, writing, and piano!

I also love learning new things. Idk if it's really a hobby but I do enjoy adding to my collection of random trivia

Extras:

My love language is quality time and physical touch

I tend not to pay attention to my day to day life so I end up forgetting a lot of details about what happened the past few days. If someone brings it up I'd be like oh yeah that happened!! But if they were to ask me what I did last week I'd draw a blank lmao

I'm pretty sure all the tall boys in Genshin are a good head taller than me so do w that what you will lol

I absolutely make kissy faces and baby talk at cats and dogs

I tend to be pretty awkward with kids bc I don't know how to communicate with them. I can't even talk to adults who can articulate their thoughts you think I'm gonna understand children??

Dskgjsjd okay this was,, very long I'm sorry ;; but I hope it gave you a lot to work with haha!! Thank you in advance :D

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Diluc!

Diluc is the type to regularly ask for your input and opinions when talking with you. He’s very aware of the fact that if it’s just him talking, it’s not a conversation. Even with other people, if he feels like you’ve been ignored he’ll divert the conversation to you as smoothly as possible.

Listening to you is a way to get to know you better, he’s keen to store details about your interests in his mind. Will he write them down in a hidden journal to make sure he doesn’t forget the most important parts? Maybe.

If you’re just looking to ramble about your interests to someone, he’s happy to listen to you talk while he’s doing paperwork and similar activities. His full attention may not be on you but he retains some of the details and will perk up and comment on anything that he finds particularly interesting.

The juxtaposition between smiling you and broody Diluc as you walk down the street together is *chef’s kiss*. It’s not that he’s necessarily unhappy, it’s just kind of become his neutral look over time.

I’m gonna be honest, it takes this man a while to figure out that you tend to hide your feelings. But! Once he does figure it out he regularly asks you how you feel. He just wants to check up on you and if he can help you with something that’s bothering you, he absolutely will. He doesn’t think you should rely on each other, but you should absolutely support each other.

Diluc is a very honest man, but sometimes he can be a bit blunt in expressing himself. He doesn’t mean to come across as rude or anything, but he’s not always the most delicate when using his words. Diluc would say “This is bland.” rather than, “I think we can improve this by adding some spices. :)” He usually means well, though.

Entirely indifferent to animals but if it makes you happy he will move spiders outside instead of squashing them. Even when you’re not around.

Diluc isn’t exactly the jealous type when it comes to other people giving you attention but he does absolutely take notice and is paying extra close attention if someone starts flirting with you. He gets a little more annoyed if you’re actively interacting with him when it happens, but when you’re more on your own he can’t really blame anyone for taking interest in you. Diluc won’t do anything about it and will let you handle it yourself however you see fit unless the person starts getting pushy. Mostly just concerned for your comfort and safety.

This man absolutely knows how to play the piano. If you’ll let him, he wants to listen to you play and if you play the piano with him? Makes his heart so happy, his smile will be so soft. Absolutely thinks about proposing when you play together.

Something about being in the same room as you when you’re writing or drawing and he’s reading or doing work feels so right to him. Even if you’re not interacting, peacefully spending time together while being productive is time well spent, he thinks.

You being smaller than him isn’t something he really pays much attention to. It doesn’t make much of a difference. His thoughts on it are pretty much just, Well, it does make it easier to pull you out of danger. That’s good.

Diluc feels conflicted when you’re babying animals. On one hand, he finds it very adorable. But, it is one of the only times he feels moderately jealous over the fact a cat is getting your attention and not him. He doesn’t get jealous when you spend time with other people or even when you interact with animals in any way other than this. Why does he feel like this? Nobody knows. But it’s true, I feel it in my bones.

Equally awkward if not more so with children. Luckily for him, he’s ‘weird and grumpy’ so kids don’t really seek him out much. It might even keep kids away from you when you’re with him, unless they really like you.

It wasn’t often Diluc wore a pink shirt, actually, you were pretty sure he had never worn one. You don’t recall ever seeing one on him and it was hard to imagine him going out and making the purchase. The sight was unusual enough that when you saw him wearing the pale pink button-up while looking over a few papers in his study, you couldn’t help but ask about it.

“I didn’t know you owned any pink shirts. Is it new?”

Crimson eyes flicked up from the papers in his hand to you. He placed the papers down, leaning back in his chair. You could see his cheeks turning a bit pink, too. The pause he took and his flushed face made you think he was embarrassed about it.

“One of… There was a mixup and one of your red items got mixed in with my white clothes. I don’t have any other clean button-ups at the moment,” he told you bashfully. The bit of color was different from his usual black attire, but you didn’t think it was anything for him to be quite so embarrassed about.

“It looks good,” you assured him, “Maybe you should wear pink more often.”

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER FOUR: SILENCE COMES AND GOES

Author’s note: Hello! We continue with this, I would like to thank everyone once again for all the likes and reblogs the story has gotten so far, couldn’t be happier! Enjoy (:

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It is possible that Harry is ignoring the big elephant in the room, as he spreads some jam in his crumpet, well aware of Fernando and Jack exchanging knowing looks. He takes a bite of the savoury treat and hopes none of them dare to confront him, at the same time he wants to be questioned about why he hasn't called Alma yet.

Harry spent the last two weeks grumpy and frustrated.

He's called his therapist way too many times. He has no idea where he went wrong in his healing process. They were back to square one, whispered his tired heart.

Jack is surprised too, his friend got on so well with Alma at the party and apparently even went the extra mile asking for her number then he spent the following fourteen days acting as if she didn’t exist. Didn't even text her like Gemma suggested. He sips his coffee and sighs for the millionth time that day.

The musician is infuriated at himself and desperate that he wants to have Fernando demand an explanation for his behaviour towards his sister. Harry's not a confrontational guy, but he's going mad. Might be losing it. He wanted to scream at the two men before him that he did plan on calling Alma, but then he got so sad. Now he's afraid it's too late.

"Do you want another one?" Fernando holds the plate with crumpets in front of Harry who takes one more and thanks him before grabbing the jam. "Do you reckon you'll be man enough to call my sister within the next couple of days?" Harry chokes on his food while Jack's laughter booms through their home.

Nobody has ever called him out like that. Harry's still unsure whether to be grateful or scared. Maybe a bit of both he thinks after composing himself again from the fit of coughs, he knows Fernando is still waiting for an answer.

"Is she upset about it?" A hint of relief and pride linger on Harry's voice. Jack shakes his head, knowing that he's avoiding the question. Something he's very good at.

"That's not what I asked." Fernando's clipped tone leaves no room for the musician to beat around the bush anymore.

"I was really nervous about calling her, kept putting it off until days turned into weeks... I'm not sure how to go about it," he plays with his rings and looks away from the inquisitive gaze of his companions.

"How did you get Taylor to go out with you?"

"What?" Harry and Jack ask at the same time.

"You must've asked her I guess," Fernando shrugs. "What is so scary about Alma that puts you off? Are you interested in just a shag and you're worried she'll decline or tell the media about it?" Harry is shaking his head vigorously and the dark haired architect leans a bit closer towards him, "you're so full of sh-”

"Alright let's take a break," Jack's soothing tone brings his house mate back from the rage path he was following. But Harry knew that he was right.

It had been a year already, he moved to a new house, one where his ex never set foot into and still her ghost was everywhere. He has this crazy need to destroy everything that can relate to her. Her favourite cardigan is kept away in a box full of Polaroids and books that are all her.

The real reason why he didn't dare to call Alma is because whatever he felt at the beginning of his previous relationship, or any other one, was at least ten times less intense, than what he was feeling now. Seeing the menace before them, his heart and mind decided to leave him courage-less towards the situation. It's less painful to think what could've been than to know it and see it being taken away from you. Again.

But he deserves to be happy, that's what Gemma reminded him the other day.

"I gotta go," Fernando announces before rising from his seat, walking inside the house and upstairs to his room. Jack tries to tidy up the table a bit, not daring to look at his apparently mute friend. When Fernando comes back down he steps outside to the patio where they had brunch, one last glance to a very ashamed Harry and he sighs. "Brigit's Bakery Classic Afternoon Tea Bus. Alma’s been dying to get tickets but never has the time to actually book it," he explains adjusting his jacket's collar. "It's not too late." With that he turns on his heel and leaves the house.

Harry takes their mugs and places them in the sink, he notices Jack is going around the kitchen putting away the butter and milk in the fridge.

"What are you waiting for Romeo?" The blue eyed man asks, stopping in front of a blushing Harry.

They're both quiet for a minute. Harry's heart is racing and can feel his hands get clammy. He hasn't felt someone's faith in a long time, and he's not sure if he's happy or pressured that Fernando and Jack are pushing him to call Alma, he doesn’t even know if she will give him a chance. Harry's wishing to be the kind of guy to take out his mobile and make the call, maybe even crack a witty joke that will have Alma laughing in that loud way he remembers and not be awkward with asking her out on a date. As if he wasn't completely mortified by being rejected.

Harry was sure he would ruin it, not just the call but the date and everything else that was actually going to happen between them without even trying first.

"Hello?" She answers after the third ring, confused at the unknown number calling her.

"Yeah it's me," Harry nods to Jack who urges him to finish whatever sentence he's trying to form, "I believe I owe you some coffee."

"Harry?" Alma tries to fight back a laugh. A wide smile splitting her face after recognising who is the mystery caller.

"Yes! Sorry I forgot you didn't have my number." Jack is red with second hand embarrassment for his friend and decides to start the dishwasher just to keep his eyes from the train wreck happening in his kitchen. "I'm sorry for not calling sooner."

"You're calling now, 's all that matters... I'd love to get that coffee. Next Thursday works for you?" He nods feverishly and remembers he's on the phone.

"Of course, I'll pick you up at five if that's alright."

"Make it half past five please, that's when my shift ends. I'll text you the address." She throws the latter smoothly as an excuse to initiate conversation until they meet again and Harry is oblivious about it.

"Sure great, perfect I'm... really looking forward to seeing you," he plays with the tea towel on the counter, his back turned to Jack, a million butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he hears the coy chuckle his confession got out of her. "Have a good day, see you later."

"See you later, Harry" Alma's goodbye is full of hope and endearment, just like the one he got before she walked away from him that morning after Freddie’s birthday party.

After ending the call, he mentally scolds himself for dreading it so much. It went so much better than expected, even got a laugh out of her. Perhaps Harry needed to stop making decisions based upon his fears and more taking in consideration the other person. He always thought he knew best, it's what he's been told for so many years and although he needs to be making big choices most of the time, perhaps now he could share that responsibility. Felt dead nice for a change.

"That wasn't so bad." He admits to Jack before drying the now clean dishes with a towel.

"I'm proud of you, now tell me, where are you guys going for that coffee?" Jack's eyes are full of curiosity and excitement, it's impossible for Harry not to feel a chill go down his spine at the prospect of planning the date. He thinks about what Fernando suggested, but it would be too obvious that it wasn't his idea entirely.

Alma deserves something exclusively planned by him.

"Don't know yet, perhaps somewhere nice and quiet" he ponders and his friend agrees.

Last time Harry had a proper first date was about two years ago or so. He cooked aubergine parmigiana following Jamie Oliver's recipe and baked some biscuits for dessert that he enjoyed with his companion overlooking the Pacific Ocean from his home's balcony. Back then it seemed to be the right choice to keep it low-key, a simple dinner at his, no risk at all to be bothered or watched. But Harry knew that at some point it got old, being overly discreet was easily mistaken for being ashamed of the relationship. That kind of thing can do a lot to someone's confidence, little by little until it's all too much to bear.

If he could only learn not to care about the world's prying eyes.

Harry doesn't want to drag anyone into the scrutiny of the media until he knows it's an incorruptible bond. The inevitable thought of forever, something he believes might not exist for him, at times. He did think Taylor was it, even Kendall for a while, which is why he dated more publicly back then, until she came along and the love Harry felt was so grand it made him overly protective of them. Countless times he tried to explain that this was the first time something was working in spite of all the circumstances that came with his life and he was trying to cherish it, keep it to himself. Nurture it until it was as tough as old boots.

That night was spent writing down ideas for that first date. Number one was The river café, near Putney Bridge, a place free of paparazzi. Number two, Rail house café, lovely spot to share dinner. Number three The sanctuary café, located in a beautiful building with a quirky environment. Number four and his personal favourite Lola's bakery, their service was so warm and intimate, he remembers the cinnamon Chelsea bun and his mouth waters instantly. So, drawing a big circle around the fourth option he smiles before going to bed that night.

Saturday morning finds Harry at his grandparents’ old home, carrying a bag full of ingredients for a vegetarian lasagna he is planning to cook for his grandfather and his mum. He immediately banishes Anne from helping in the kitchen. She observed him follow the recipe, cooking for no longer than ten minutes the garlic, thyme and aubergine, and then crumble over the chilli carefully. He lets her grate the Parmesan when the sauce isn’t thickening and reducing like it was supposed to. With a bump of her hip, she nodded towards a couple of tomatoes, Harry smiled before tipping them in, breaking them with a spoon and five minutes later, the sauce was ready.

His mother is a marvellous woman, like the good son he is, Harry doesn't want to make her sad, ever. The last time he visited her, recently broken hearted, they spent it baking, cooking, eating sweets and drinking hot chocolate at the rear terrace. Once he had enough of moping around, he decided to make it up to her and create good memories from that visit. They explored the local parklands as if it was the first time, shared ice cream, got tipsy on cheap red wine and chatted from dusk till dawn.

A few hours later, after eating the delicious meal and tidying up the kitchen afterwards, Harry watches his mum talking to his grandad, holding his shaky hand in hers and caressing it in a soothing way. The elder man’s Parkinson is getting worse with time, he feels so useless, specially because it affects his favourite people. He wants to know what his mother is thinking when she joins him back in the kitchen. There is some anguish dancing in her kind eyes, but Harry knows better than to push her to share something she is not ready to.

"I have a date next Thursday," he chokes out, in hopes of distracting her, and it works. Anne's head whips towards her youngest child, evidently shocked and yet proud. It's been years since Harry shared that kind of information with her.

"A proper date?"

"Yes," he wants to add how nervous it makes him. "I dunno how serious it'll get... just met her once, properly I mean, we saw each other on the tube's carriage three times prior to it. Coincidentally of course, Gem said it is something straight out of a film."

"Who is she?" His mother is giving him that look, the one that says how giddy she is to know absolutely everything about the person that got her son so skittish, that he started to rearrange the containing of the cupboards entirely.

"Her name is Alma," he doesn't know where to start, if he spills all the ways in which he thinks she is wonderful, they'll end up pulling an all-nighter.

"And she's a...?"

"Cashier during the week, Spanish teacher on the weekends and occasional interviewer for her Youtube channel." Anne raises her eyebrows, impressed and wondering why such a busy girl agreed to go on a date. Must like him a lot of course, she thinks watching her son pour hot water on a mug, and dunking a tea bag in it afterwards.

"Where did you meet her if not on the tube?'' She is curious and weary. This wouldn't be the first time her youngest spawn overlooked certain things from strangers. Very little things in Harry's life were coincidences nowadays.

"Remember Jack Robinson?" his mum nodded, how could she forget the cheeky chap that helped Harry escape almost every night from his dad's house in the summer, just to go skate in Southbank's center until midnight. Anne admitted to not liking the bloke for a while, but gave him another chance after watching him grow into a responsible adult. "He's in charge of my home renovation, extension whatever it is called. Invited me to Freddie's birthday party and she was there." The dreamy look on his eyes when reminiscing the moment brought out a wide smile on his mum's face followed by her loud laughter.

"Oh Harry, you've got that look." it was the truth. He looked completely gobsmacked by his mother's reaction, but he couldn’t deny the peace he felt when knowing that she was already fond of the girl that he couldn’t get out of his mind.

"It’s too soon to tell!” He doesn’t want to dive into it, not yet.

"How did you really meet? I want all the details." Anne asked, taking a seat at the coffee table and Harry told her everything.

From the first glance he stole her way to the last phone call he had yesterday at Jack and Fernando's house, his hands flew several times to tussle his hair and the dimple on his left cheek was exquisite, when telling his mother, how she asked him to dance with her. He spared no detail, from her intoxicating Moschino perfume to her raspy accented voice. By the time he finished, his mum's mug was empty but her heart was full. For so long she wondered if she would ever witness the beauty of Harry in love again and enjoy first-hand the way he spoke about that person in the sweetest manner, the high-pitched tone of his voice when finally admitting how nervous he actually was about this first date.

"Right, well in that case, stop thinking about how everything is going to go wrong." Easier said than done, Harry thinks but nods. "I'm sure whatever you planned will sweep her off her feet." Anne knew how much of a romantic her boy was, he went all out in that department. His best quality and Achilles heel.

"If the cupcakes from that place don't... I could literally do it." Harry plucks a banana from the fruit bowl before them and narrows his eyes when his mum rolls her eyes at him playfully.

His mother's reassurance made him feel less hopeless, the next day when they went to Sheffield's city center, she even picked out a couple of new mugs. 'Just in case we have new visitors at home.' Harry groaned but failed to hide the dreamy look in his eyes, he even crossed his fingers behind his back as he watched her pay for the cups. The thought of Alma meeting his mother in the near future —and the rest of his loved ones— excited him to an unfamiliar degree, like the first time he saw the seaside with his own eyes at a very young age, like that time he sang in front of a considerable amount of people, like a warm hug of his late grandmother. The idea that she may like him enough to agree to a second date is stuck on his brain, despite that they haven't even survived the first one.

Anne saw him enjoy himself the rest of that afternoon and the next morning before he had to go back to London. She sighed and watched him drive away, standing in her front door for a few more minutes, rejoicing on the memory of Harry's toothy grin. Usually she was careful and waiting for the other shoe to drop, but not this time. There was a bit of certainty in the unfamiliar situation, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, she decided to patiently wait and see. She hummed a familiar tune while putting away the new additions to her crockery. The same song her son decided to play on his journey back home.

Qué será, será. Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Qué será, será.

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Gruoch

Derek Hale x male reader

Warning: this will be an angsty one but there is more coming. I got inspiration from my friend @russianspacegeckosexparty

Y/N woke up to a sharp stabbing pain in his side. He called out to Derek but to no avail. His husband had gone to help the pack with something. The pain got so bad Y/N could barely reach for his phone. It took a few tries to dial Derek's phone number from memory due to his blurry vision and the tears welling up in his eyes.

Derek picked up on the second ring as usual asking as many questions he could think of after hearing Y/N's moans of excruciating pain. Y/N didn't have the strength to explain things. "Der, please come home." Derek immediately took off.

Derek did his best to keep Y/N away from the life of being a werewolf fighting off other supernatural beings. He did everything to hide his wolf side when they were dating but came clean the night he proposed. The engagement between a human man and a werewolf invited many threats the biggest being Kate Argent. Derek wanted to end things to protect his fiance at the time but Y/N helped Deaton come up with a plan that would help Alison kill her aunt. Things have been quiet since but the timing of whatever was happening to Y/N was suspicious because Sheriff Stilinski let it slip in front of his son that 2 people have come down with sudden, fatal illnesses overnight that didn't make sense. All cases being humans in Beacon Hills, just like his husband.

He nearly takes the front door off the hinges when charging in. Derek called out to his husband but could only make out low groaning coming from their bedroom. "Baby what's wrong?"

"I feel like I'm being stabbed repeatedly in my stomach." Good thing for wolf hearing, Y/N is barely whispering.

Derek tries to heal his husband but nothing is happening. He lifted Y/N's shirt to see a small glowing symbol where he is feeling the pain. "This is a job for Deaton baby, not the hospital we have to get you there fast" Derek lifted Y/N to their camaro and drove off.

A tall woman watched from afar as the too drove off. "The human should have been dead already, his mangy lover must be keeping him alive, I'll need to find other ways to kill him to gain my powers back."

Deaton was able to notice the symbol as a callsign of a long dead witch that caused tragedy in order to gain her full powers, fortunately he was able to remove the charm from Y/N. After Deaton informs Y/N and Derek about the witch, he tells them to take Y/N to a real hospital to be safe while the pack looks for the witch. "I'm in good enough shape to drive alone, if you think the kids need you?" Y/N was doing better but Derek will not take any chances.

"I'm not letting you be alone while a witch is trying to murder you, Scott and his friends can find them and if not we'll go help. Together."

"Both of us, Der?"

"Like I said you aren't being left alone until we kill this witch." Derek was stern in his tone but held his husband's face caressing his cheek.

The doctor couldn't find anything wrong with Y/N since Derek took away any lingering pain on the way their. At this point Y/N had not eaten all day so Derek went to grab his some food from the hospital cafe. Y/N had the okay to leave so he took the elevator to the floor the Derek would be on. As the glass door elevator ascended Y/N smiled when he sees Derek holding food to bring him. Somehow the elevator didn't stop and kept going upwards. The spouses shared a concerned look. Y/N wasn't visibly terrified which sent Derek into a panicked state. This wasn't a coincidence. Derek dropped the food bolting up the stairs as he could see the elevator with his husband rising to the top.

Y/N was logical but not skeptical, something terrible was happening again. At this point, Derek had told Scott to be at the hospital while he was running up stairs. An emergency crew were alarmed and arriving soon. The elevator finally stopped at the top floor but didn't open no matter how hard Y/N tried to pry the door open. Derek quickly showed up and for some reason even he could open the elevator door. Y/N hated to make his husband worry about him but couldn't hide his tears. This was terrifying he felt like there was no way to survive this. Odd since Y/N always felt safe with Derek around.

A loud snap made Y/N jump in fear. "Babe, step back I'm gonna break it open," he did what he was told and Derek kicked the elevator door glass down. His husband just escaped certain death. Derek reached his arm out to grab his mate but they both jump back when the elevator quickly drops. Scott and first responders arrive. Derek drops down on all fours calling for his husband to wake up.

Another beam snaps. The eight floor fall will surely kill Y/N he is just a human. This is a fact but Y/N is no regular human and Derek knows that. His husband is a fighter, he survived being abused in foster care, Kate Argent, and everything else Beacon Hills tossed at him. Y/N couldn't stand all the way up honestly he could barely kneel. His entire body was in pain. He looks up to Derek and his nose is visibly broken, blood covering most of his face. There was no way he could stand up and go through the slight opening Derek tried to coach him through. He tried to crawl but the glass was stabbing him with every move.

"Baby you can do it, I can't lose you," Derek was tearing up. "Y/N I'm so sorry I left you. I love you baby just please wake up." Derek was losing it. Scott couldn't believe what was happening his mentor was a crying mess and his tutor was covered in blood close to death.

"Sir, we will have our team here shortly to hold the elevator from falling," Derek could tell the first responder was lying. Derek ignored him.

"Y/N/N, baby i'm coming in to get you." Y/N was so out of it he could only cry for Derek. "Sir any extra weight will surely make the unit fall."

"NO! I can't lose him I need to try." Derek is practically barking at these men.

"Derek, stop let them do their job," Y/N moans out accepting his fate. There was no way he was escaping the hellbox. "Der I love you. Take care of all our kids."

"Don't talk like that babe, we will take care of these kids, we have too right? That's what you always told me. I need you. I won't do it alone," Derek was bawling his eyes out and in that moment everyone heard the final snap. The elevator quickly descended down to the bottom floor.

There wasn't a soul watching expecting a miracle. Y/N just fell from about thirteen floors in a metal and glass box. Derek's husband, the heart of Beacon Hills, the man who melted the Grumpy wolf's cold heart is dead. How is the pack supposed to move passed this? What will Derek do now?

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“ i can’t change into a person i don’t wanna be . ”

Is that JOSEPH MORGAN? No, that’s just JAMES DAVIDSON. They were born on 19/05/1980 and are a WEREWOLF (alpha of the crimson shadow pack) living in Northknot Town. They work as a DETECTIVE AT THE POLICE STATION. Some say they're CONSIDERATE and DILIGENT but I’ve heard others say they're GRUMPY and SECRETIVE. When you think of him, don’t you think of A HAUNTED PAST, BRUISED SOUL BUT CRACKING AT TENDERNESS, MOVING HEAVEN AND HELL TO PROTECT HIS FAMILY?

A E S T H E T I C

cracking at tenderness , swimming in rage . scars covering the mind , body , and soul . an unstoppable force . moving heaven and hell for those he cares about . dropping everything for family . sleepless nights with the morning sunlight being the only indicator of time . following the moon .

Q U O T E S

“ whatever doesn't kill me . . . had better start running . ” – cassandra clare.

“ sometimes we are what we are , and we should embrace that . ” – lucifer.

“ i bear it so they don't have to . ” – clarke griffin.

M U S I C P L A Y E R

“ keep your silver , give me that gold ! you'll remember when i say we can be heroes everywhere we go . keeping us down is impossible , 'cause we're unstoppable . ” unstoppable by the score.

“ i am the eye of the storm . inside i am silent and strong , just waitin' for the right right moment to strike . coiled like a cobra coming to life . ” eye of the storm by watt white.

“ keep pushin' even though it hurts ! i'm chasing what i know is true . there's nothing that i would not do . when everyone around me drops , i'm never gonna ever stop . i won't waste another minute , no , i won't . i'm a man on a mission . ” man on a mission by oh the larceny.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ loyal, attentive, and confident

- quick-tempered, unforgiving, and cunning

The eldest Davidson has been an inspiration for many, but to him, it’s just him doing what’s right. He refused to let his father ruin him and did his best to just stay true to himself, which is has. Always one to pay attention to everything happening around him, whether to be able to help quickly if need be or to fight if needed. Not much got past him anymore. He was always ready for anything. Wolves are known for their temper, it’s something he can’t fully control no matter how hard he tries. Throughout the years, he has gotten better, but still, when something sets him off, it sets him ALL THE WAY off. This also adds into his unforgiving nature. He gives out two chances, but once you’ve blown those, he’s completely done with you. Doesn’t matter if you try to make things right, the only way he’d forgive someone is if they did something BIG to deserve it.

H E A D C A N O N S

001. The Davidson family has always been a well known family of wolves form Kaleb’s bloodline. Even despite them living in Europe, they were known in the states as well. They always had family in Northknot, but James’ immediate family only ever travelled to stay there for a short while before heading back home. However, that all changed after the youngest Davidson child was born and their mother died during childbirth. James was eighteen. * 002. Their father, after losing his wife, changed for the worst. While they all took it hard, their father blamed them... mainly James’ youngest brother since his mother died giving birth to him... James being the oldest made sure that his siblings didn’t have to deal with their fathers wrath. Anytime their father was set off, James would jump in and take the beatings so his siblings didn’t have to. He fought everyday to try to get his sibling to be able to leave with him but was denied cause people refused to believe him. So since they couldn’t leave, he didn’t either. He put up with his father for five years before the man took it too far and almost killed Jude while James wasn’t there. It was rare that James left them alone with their father, but the youngest* wasn’t feeling well and James went out to get something to help. Their father was out so he thought it was okay, especially if he rushed. But he walked in before and saw that the man wasn’t going to stop so James jumped in and the two fought. . . only one survived. It was a fight that was years in the making. The sibling hid the fact that James killed their father... burning the body and getting rid of any evidence. James had already been in the process of trying to become a cop, and none of them wanted to ruin his chances. 003. After becoming a cop, James worked hard to keep doing better until eventually he made detective. He’s helped so many people and loves doing what he does. The pack noticed and eventually when the time came six years ago, they nominated him as Alpha. He was honoured and grateful... James has always been the type to put everyone before himself, so while it was what everyone expected, it still surprised him. 004. He is a single father. Three years ago, a one night stand resulted in the best thing that’s ever happened to him. His daughter, Luna Rose Davidson. Luna because she was his moon, his light in the darkness... Rose after his mother. The mother of his child simply disappeared leaving only a note explain who she was to him and a quick ‘i’m sorry’. He’s a little worried that she’ll come back and try to claim her rights to his daughter, but to him, she gave them up when she left with no explanation as to why. 005. In his free time, which he doesn’t get much of, James likes to draw. It’s something his mother was amazing at and she taught him. They did it together all the time. When she passed away, he did give it up and actually picked up piano. It was again something for his mother... she had always told him how she wished she knew how to play... so he learned for her. Nowadays, these two hobbies keep him busy and relaxed when he has the extra time. 006. With the recent killings, he has been a little more on edge. He worried as a detective, alpha, and a father. James is working hard to try to find something that will help him figure it out and will stop at nothing to keep everyone he cares about safe.

C O N N E C T I O N S

SIBLINGS. James is the oldest of four, first it was him, then Jude, followed by Tabs, and finally his youngest brother. James protected them from their father and raised them on his own. *James was eighteen when their mother died and he took on the role of guardian, so Tabi was eight and Jude was fifteen. Their fourth brother needs to have been somewhere in between seven and one (which would but them anywhere between 29 and 24 [hopefully that’s enough age range to work with])... James is very protective of his siblings. The youngest brother didn’t end up having the wolf gene, but could have been changed into a wolf by someone else or even a vampire... [ 2 of 3 taken: JUDE. TABITHA. ]

MOTHER OF HIS CHILD. It was a one night stand that resulted in James having a child left on his door steps nine months later. She disappeared without saying anything to him, just a small note. It didn’t say why she left or if she’d be back... so for the last three years, he’s been raising his daughter [ Luna ] on his own. It doesn’t know what he’d do if this woman came back.

BEST MATE. Everyone needs a best friend and James is no different. They can be from the same pack, or maybe they met from work, or even met when they were younger. I just want someone to be close with him outside of his family. [gender doesn’t matter]

SOMEONE HE HELPED. Due to him being a detective, he’s helped plenty of people. But this person lost they only family they had, so after solving the crime, James takes it upon himself to check on this person constantly and help them with all sorts of things. BONUS if it happened awhile ago and he’s just been checking on them everyday since they were younger.

ENEMY. Lets be honest, as an Alpha, he’s bound to have a few enemies. Could be jealousy or a wrong that had been done. . . I’m open for whatever.

SOMEONE HE GOES TO TO WATCH LUNA. Sometimes he asks his siblings or another pack mate, but THIS person is his usual go-to. Being an alpha and detective, he does end up needing a little help... and he trusts this person. [UPCOMING; JOEL]

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✩ Zaise (Bc I'm trash?)

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? zaiden, hands down.Who threatens to leave but never actually does? ... i honestly don’t think either of them would do that? zaiden has abandonment issues and blaise is such a good person i can’t see him ever threatening to leave zaiden no matter what the circumstance is.Who actually keeps their word and leaves? well we have that one au where blaise does walk out on zade...Who trashes the house? blaise. but not like on purpose. he’s jsut messy. if it’s out of anger I can see zade maybe lashing out but that’s just a really messy occurrence bc we know how zade grew up and he’d hate himself for getting violent if he ever did.Do either of them get physical? no. zade grew up around an abusive father and he’s too terrified to ever be like that with the love of his life.How often do they argue/disagree? i feel like they get into cute little spats like... all the time tbh. but like honestly bad arguments rarely happen.Who is the first to apologise? toss up; depends on the argument i believe.

Sex:

Who is on top? zaiden, about 95% of the timeWho is on the bottom? blaise, about 95% of the time.Who has the strangest desires? ... Zaiden.Any kinks? jfc. bondage, total power exchange, D/s, does dirty-talk count? edging, orgasm control...Who’s dominant in bed? zaiden is by nature, but they do switch on the odd occasion.Is head ever in the equation? OF COURSE IT IS WTFIf so, who is better at performing it? well, honestly, I’d give “sucking dick” to Blaise. Eating ass to Zade.Ever had sex in public? of course.Who moans the most? well if we go with top!zade, blaise is louder. top!blaise, zade is the loud one.Who leaves the most marks? zaiden leaves as many hickeys as humanly possible all over blaise.Who screams the loudest? blaise is louder tbhWho is the more experienced of the two? um? i think it depends. zade’s had sex with more people but only ever had sex with one other guy before blaise so when it comes to same-sex, male-on-male sex it’s blaise? but in general zade has more experience over all.Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? both, depends on the mood though. Rough or soft? they prefer it rough but at times, softness is keyHow long do they usually last? this is a real toss-up bc they can do quickies? but also drag it out until it’s a sex-a-thon...Is protection used? nah, they’re both clean so bareback it is.Does it ever get boring? i don’t think either of them could find sex boring.Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? good question. probably on top of a waterfall during some vacation or something because zade is always prepared with a cute travel sized pocket lube.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? at first, no because zade hates kids but then eventually they want to start a familyIf so, how many children do your muses want/have? they end up having 4 beautiful babiesWho is the favorite parent? there is no such thing as a favorite parent in the hendricks-burke householdWho is the authoritative parent? zaiden no doubt.Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? blaise, probably.Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? .... blaise.Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? both !!Who goes to parent teacher interviews? both again.Who changes the diapers? both, like honestly these two losers are the most domestic pair ever and live for their babies like they’d do all this together.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? they took turns.Who spends the most time with the children? i think this goes to blaise solely because zade’s busy with work a lot of times.Who packs their lunch boxes? blaise, we don’t trust zade around foodWho gives their children ‘the talk’? .... blaise because zade conveniently forgets that his children need to know about sexWho cleans up after the kids? zade, he’s a neat freak by natureWho worries the most? ZAIDEN.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? .... Z A I D E N

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? they both do but zade would never admit it.Who is the little spoon? zade is.Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? zaiden, always.Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? zaiden, again.How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? for a really long time tbh.Who gives the most kisses? blaise.What is their favourite non-sexual activity? umm, reading together? cuddling? watching a movie? talking about stuff?Where is their favourite place to cuddle? in bed so that blaise can spoon his manWho is more likely to playfully grope the other? zaiden, ofc.How often do they get time to themselves? it’s mostly at night when they’re both free of work before bed.

Sleeping:

Who snores? not entirely sure, tbh...If both do, who snores the loudest? read aboveDo they share a bed or sleep separately? sleep together ofcIf they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? cozy up, zade always wakes up tangled up in blaise’s arms its adorable.Who talks in their sleep? hm, i don’t think either doWhat do they wear to bed? zade’s generally either naked or in his boxers at the most, blaise has pajamas.Are either of your muses insomniacs? zaiden is for sure, he gets very little sleep.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? yeah, honestly. they’re for zade.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? wrapped up togetherWho wakes up with bed hair? Blaise more so than Zade tbhWho wakes up first? Zade, alwaysWho prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Zade but like... Zac makes it for him. So really, Zac makes breakfast in bed for Blaise ??What is their favourite sleeping position? spooning until Blaise’s arms go numbWho hogs the sheets? neither they share a king sized bed with like a billion blankets there’s no hoggingDo they set an alarm each night? zade does, his stupid 5 AM alarm.Can a television be found in their bedroom? of course there’s a flat screen in zade’s bedroomWho has nightmares? zade gets them from time to timeWho has ridiculous dreams? also zade tbhWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? why do I feel like Zade sleeps all tucked up and neat while Blaise is all spread-eagled out?Who makes the bed? ZaidenWhat time is bed time? Blaise is in bed at around midnight maybe? Zade goes to bed at 3 AM regularly and wakes up anywhere from 5 to 7.Any routines/rituals before bed? not anything special, tbhWho’s the grumpiest when they wake up? zade but he’s always grumpy

Work:

Who is the busiest? both are busy, zade arguably more soWho rakes in the highest income? zaiden hands down lmaoAre any of your muses unemployed? nopeWho takes the most sick days? blaise probablyWho is more likely to turn up late to work? ... i mean both if they get distracted in the morningWho sucks up to their boss? zade is his own boss so i’d have to say blaiseWhat are their jobs? zaiden is a ceo, blaise is a university professor or HS teacher depending on the verseWho stresses the most? zaiden is always stressedDo your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they both are doing what they loveAre your muses financially stable? very; i mean zade’s a multi millionaire after all.

Home:

Who does the washing? zaidenWho takes out the trash? zaidenWho does the ironing? bothWho does the cooking? neither, but technically blaiseWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? .... no question, zaiden.Who is messier? blaise. duh.Who leaves the toilet roll empty? blaise, zade is WAY too anal about cleanliness for these questions fkdjgnjdgWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? blaise wtfWho forgets to flush the toilet? neither, theyre not that gross come onWho is the prankster around the house? blaise? probably? but also neither they’re both seriousWho loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? blaise. forgetful lil guyWho mows the lawn? neither zade has employees for thatWho answers the telephone? ummm depends?Who does the vacuuming? maids Who does the groceries? both of them togetherWho takes the longest to shower? i feel like zade does bc “grooming”Who spends the most time in the bathroom? zade again bc “grooming”

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? nope, not at allHow many cars do they own? zade has like upwards of 7 or 8 for himself... that’s not including the ones he shares with zac. and then im sure blaise has 2 at least.Do they own their home or do they rent? they own it; it’s zade’s (and zac’s) mansion, and then later they buy their own home.Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? they’re more secluded.Do they live in the city or in the country? near the city ofc.Do they enjoy their surroundings? yes, zade likes being close to the city btu secluded enough to have a large homeWhat’s their song? “paint it black” by andy black.What do they do when they’re away from each other? miss each other, constantly text, sykpe, snapchat and things like that.Where did they first meet? at a party; zade tried undressing him in the back of an uberHow did they first meet? read aboveWho spends the most money when out shopping? zaiden of courseWho’s more likely to flash their assets? zaiden, againWho finds it amusing when the other trips over? ... both.Any mental issues? zade has a bit of a history with abuse from his father and he is a high-functioning narcotics addict so there’s that.Who’s terrified of bugs? neitherWho kills the spiders around the house? both? i believe.Their favourite place? anywhere where they’re together. cheesy, i knowWho pays the bills? well i’m sure most of everything comes from zade’s money honestly.Do they have any fears for their future? no these two precious beansWho’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? zade of course.Who uses up all of the hot water? they both do together but i doubt that’s a problemWho’s the tallest? zade, he’s 6′4″. he’s a giant.Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? zade is more likely to crash a shower lbhWho wanders around in their underwear? zaiden most of the timeWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? blaise most definitelyWhat do they tease each other about? blaise always teases zade about being a workaholic and zade teases blaise about being a nerdWho is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? oh jesus msot definitely zade. blaise is too colroful.Do they have mutual friends? not really; they came from very different circles. i mean they know the goldsteins.Who crushed first? um both were hardcore in denial okAny alcohol or substance related problems? yes, both of which zade has an issue withWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? zaiden.Who swears the most? ZAIDEN.

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