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nulltune · 5 months

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any rp wishlist ??

I HAVE A LOT!!!! omg... screams into my hands this is a heck of a question anon- TYSM!! ❤️❤️ i have a wishlist tag too actually- but i don't post much in it because tbh all interactions feed me so well...... i love hakuno dearly you see (live lynn reaction: 🥺🥹😩🫶💗) and she's always interacting with all kinds of interesting muses so tis a guaranteed fun time 🥳 and also like. hakuno as a character is defined as a nobody with nothing so you can expect pretty anything to be a new experience 2 her :,) OK BUT YEA BACK TO UR Q! WHEN IT COMES TO WISHLIST THO HRMGHH that's a tough one..... cuz i have sm!!! so off the top of my head:

this is rlly general but oooo i want hakuno to go to all sorts of places! she is already someone who is so curious, exploring the world to try to find a place in it. spoiler alert she doesn't but i digress! imagine your muse showing her a place they like... or a by-chance encounter where hakuno stumbles on their little secret spot.... hakuno would be pretty inquisitive because she can't imagine having such an attachment to any place, but i think it'd be real interesting to explore! and also- your muse and hakuno going on a trip somewhere... sightseeing and having fun together mayhaps,, the possibilities are endless so i can't really specify but i just think it's neat! 🥺

"i'd die for you" "i'll live for you" "let's live together" "let's die together" <- whatever those lines got going on!!! not all of them at once ofc (unless things happens and they all apply at some point 👁👁✨️) but just whatever genre this is..... life and death are interesting topics to explore with hakuno – she's someone who can understand what it's like to want to disappear, but at the same time she's someone who's afraid of death. and she wants to love so badly but has no reason to </3 so i wanna explore more of that in general !!! i wanna see her interact muses who share that same mindset... muses who think completely differently.... let them explore what their purpose is... their reason to live... and all that!

tragic love is such a Big Need for meee, i'm a sucker for them!!! and i really think it's so perfect for hakuno!!! i hope everyone knows by now that i love the theme of love for my hakuno 🫶 and like- imagine finally understanding and finding love when you thought you never could, only to lose it... unrequited love? a doomed love story? there are so many ways to go about it, and who the other person might be makes it so much more interesting too, and i just crave it!!

hakuno and a muse working together for something- a relationship founded on ??? like, they just happen to meet and their goals just somewhat aligned so they're sticking together for practical reasons or just circumstances!! will they get to know each other better and come out of it with a good experience? will they butt heads but decide to bear with it until their respective goals are accomplished? idk but something about it intrigues me! i'm really interested in having like a whole storyline happen tbh 🥺 it'd be fun to see how much the relationship changes at the end of things y'know!

i'm gonna need more antagonistic dynamics too tbh.... she is absolutely going to be as polite and nice as she is to any other person because c'mon... it's Hakuno. but! i feel like there's a biiig sense of distance that comes with having this sort of dynamic with her. as we have seen in canon for example, hakuno's really frikkin aware of their status as enemies with other character- she's always saying stuff like "even though we're enemies?" and not understanding why'd be nice to her when she's their enemy... stuff like that!! i mean, enemies to friends or enemies to lovers is def not out of the question ((ФωФ)✨️ ...) but it'd be so fun to see the development!! which i guess is the appeal of those dynamics in da first place !

i love character development ofc but i have always been thinking about- how about reverse character development ?! 😳 hakuno is a suuper interesting character to me because- well, it's like a white sheet of paper! it's blank! i feel like there are soo many directions her character could go and i think it'd be so fun to explore! characters who bring out the worst in each other maybe?? enable each others' bad habits?? and oh boy it'd hurt so much on hakuno's part because she wants to be better and is always wanting the best for others so like (: IT COULD BE FUN METHINKS..!

letter writing threads!! i feel like you can tell a lot about a muse by the kind of letter they write 👁👁✨️ having hakuno write down her thoughts and feelings into paper just sounds super interesting to okok- i'd imagine her letters sounding more like very formal reports tbh 💀 but i think it could be so fun and a really neat way to really get the Insight(TM) on da muse!

speaking of the letter writing tho- something related to arts and humanities! drawing? music? writing? sculpting? dance? anything and everything creative pls. hakuno's way of thinking is very logical so i think she struggles with understanding things that don't really have a solid factual answer, but that's also what makes it so interesting! art can really touch people's hearts too and that's the kind of thing hakuno needs desperately 🥹 even if she can't fully understand it right now ! your muse showing hakuno their creations maybe?? bonus points if their works say a lot about them as a person or means a lot of them!

i'm a sucker for childhood friends so i want that for hakuno too 🤧✨️ !! it doesn't have to be friends in specific tho- i just think there's something special about knowing someone when they were younger :thonk: kids tend to be more honest i guess? and i mean hakuno still is, but for better or worse, the hakuno we now know keeps the "bad" parts of herself hidden away while actively trying to be the person other people need – a younger hakuno wouldn't have that mindset yet methinks! BUT YEA BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING 😳😳 it's fun to see how that could affect the dynamic especially when they meet later on!

OH AND immortal & mortal is a staple! hakuno could work as both tho... it rlly depends on the verse because her mortality is Weird(TM) actually- but i still think both concepts would be very fun!! >:3c with her as a mortal, it'd be Neat for her to want to be remembered because that's asking for a lot when her entire life is probably like a mere blink in the eyes of an immortal </3 and with her as an immortal, i just like the idea of her finding happiness after possibly years and years of loneliness but also being aware that happiness is very much temporary </3

I FEEL LIKE THESE R MORE DYNAMICS AND THEMES THAN SPECIFIC SCENARIOS BC LIKE i wuv...... and i luv scenarios and situations too ofc but i can't rlly specify bc they're all so neat 2 me.!!! your muse and hakuno could literally just go to mcdonald's and i'd be havin a blast writing it GVSMCBSMDH

#q.#&&. wishlist #<- da tag....... which i'm scared to click on bc i cringe tew hard at myself /lh #but It's There 😱 !#(ALSO YEAH IF U SEE SOME OVERLAP IT'S BC OF HOW I NEGLECT THAT TAG SM SHFKEHF)#BUT AAA AGAIN! THANK U SO MUCH FOR DA ASK NONNIE 🫶💓💗#i'm always down to talk abt h.akuno ! >:3c #AND ALSO TO MUTUALS WHO ARE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE ..... hmu pwease 😳🙏#ALSO- SORRY FOR DA DELAY IN ANSWERING THIS NONNIE 🥹 am snail......#&&. out of #anonymous

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babeyvenus · 1 year

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A Trip Down Memory Lane

Derek x OC/Stiles & OC

Derek's curious about Sam's history with the boys.

TW: language, mentions of abuse, alcohol, and r*pe.

As Derek and Sam sat in her room looking over her notes, the older Hale was curious. He admired her neat note taking, the opposite of his own scribbled-cursive handwriting.

It was simple. Readable. Yet small…

He looked over an old notebook when she first took note of her abilities before he lost his alpha spark and a name caught his eyes.

Stiles.

In the journal, it read, "Stiles doesn't know about this yet. I don't know if I can control it. The voices. The meet ups in my dreams. He doesn't have answers for that. Neither does Derek or Scott. I doubt Deaton does either."

This is when she was freshly bitten, he thought.

Instead of being scared of what he thought, she was worried about Stiles. The only human in the pack. It was understandable.

He put down the notebook. "Hey," He gains her attention, her eyebrows raised in awareness.

"How'd you and the boys become friends?", he asked. She smiled, closing the book in front of her.

"That's kind of a big trip down memory lane.", she chuckled. "I guess it all happened after Jayson left."

He shook his head as he backed away. "You and Sam can stay here for all I care. Let her deal with your shit."

The older Wilson left the house with a slam from the front door, making his mother flinch from the loud noise.

Behind her, her daughter stood on the stairwell, visibly upset at her older brother leaving so abruptly and angrily, no less.

Immediately, she was brought to tears. Denise turned around to see Sam bubble eyed and her shoulders dropped as she cooed, holding her arms out for the girl.

Sam immediately ran into her mother's arms, silently weeping. Was it her fault? Was her father never returning? Did he really die? From what? Where was he? Why'd he leave to begin with?

Why was Jayson so upset?

The girl never understood it. Months after Jayson left, school began for the youngest Wilson.

She was new to Beacon Hills and everyone that has already lived here seemed to know each other already. She didn't want to just go up to anyone and intrude. It wasn't nice.

As she was introduced in her 3rd grade class, a sparkly eyed boy began to be intrigued by the girl while the rest of the class either snickered at the girl's shyness or ignored her as she found her seat.

As lunch arrived, Sam sat alone, taking note of the cliques of the elementary school. Just barely taking a bite of her lunch, the boy from before rushed to her table, startling her with his boisterous personality.

"Hey! I'm Stiles! What's your name?", he introduced with a grin. Sam stood in shock for a moment. He… wanted to sit with her?

She looked around before looking at him who looked at her with a confused, but amused expression. "Yes, you.", he laughed. The girl smiles. "I'm Sam.", she says.

He grins anyways. "I knew that. Just wanted to see what you'd say. Anyways, this school's boring and everyone's already made friends because they're popular," He said, rolling his eyes before pausing.

His eyes widened in adoration before softening as his expression became almost lovesick. Sam followed his eyesight to see a redheaded girl. "Who's that?", she asked.

"Lydia Martin. The prettiest girl in Beacon Hills.", he said, dreamily. Sam looked at Stiles once more and snickered. "You have a crush.", she teased.

Stiles snapped out of his lovesick trance and frowned at the girl. "N-No, I don't! I just think she's pretty is all!", he says, his cheeks growing a bright red.

Sam giggled at his bashfulness. Stiles chuckled as well and the two began talking over lunch before returning to class once more.

Sam learned that there were more bullies than just mean girls. There was a main bully and his name was Jackson Whittemore.

He was popular because he was fast and apparently "funny". He attracted all the girls which boosted his little ego.

Sam didn't understand it. Neither did Stiles.

At the end of the day, Stiles decided he wanted to hang out some more with the Wilson girl and let her follow him home, promising that they'd play video games on the console he had gotten drok his mom.

As they walked in, Stiles announced himself to his mother who became aware of her son's new friend.

The woman smiled, softly scolding Stiles. "You can't just take everyone home. I have to make sure her mom knows she's here.", she says before turning to Sam.

"Do you know your mom's number?", she asked. Sam nodded and let the mother know before rushing off to play with Stiles.

Denise was worried once she got the call, but learning that her daughter received a friend on her first day of school, it was one less thing to worry about.

From then on, the two had become inseparable. Whatever Stiles wanted to do, Sam agreed and vise versa. It was a lot of fun with just those two. In the months they had become friends, Sam learned a few things. Stiles' dad was a deputy, and his mom was sick.

And gradually she got worse and ended up dying. Sam didn't know until she saw that Stiles wasn't at school one day, which was a rarity.

After school, she headed to his house and knocked on his door. For a couple of moments, no one answered until Mr. Stilinski opened the door, the toll of his wife's death evident on his face.

The man gave Sam a soft, welcoming smile anyways and let her in to see his son. Not for his own sanity, but for his son's as well. He needed someone even if it wasn't him.

Sam walked up the stairs to Stiles' room and knocked on his door. A quiet "yes?" could be heard from the other side and Sam peeked in the boy's room.

Stiles was laid in his bed, his back facing the rest of the room. He was picking at the paint on his wall, miserably.

His whole room was full of sorrow. His curtains were closed when he usually had them open, he hadn't cleaned his floor and his backpack looked like it hadn't even been touched.

"It's me.", Sam said softly. The boy paused and turned to look at her. "You're here… why?", he asked.

She walked up to him. "I missed you at school today. It was boring without you.", she said, her attention driven to her shoes now.

Stiles frowned. He wasn't sure what to do anymore. Was there any point of going anymore?

He sucked up his own feelings and gave her a smile. "I'm fine. Things like this happen apparently. I wasn't alive when my grandma died so it's not that bad.", he rambled.

Sam frowned. He just… smiled? It was the opposite of how his room looked. He was lying.

She walked closer and sat on his bed. "Stiles… it's okay if you're upset. You're allowed to be. It's sad. You're supposed to feel sad and that's okay. It's okay to be sad.", she expressed, trying to get him to understand. She hoped he understood what she was trying to say.

It wasn't his fault.

Stiles couldn't keep his smile for long. Sobs bubbled up in his chest as he sat up and clung to Sam like a koala, refusing to let go as he wept.

Jumbled words like, "She left me", "I did it", "I killed her" reached Sam's ears and she refused to let him think that way while she was there.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he thought that way. The boy couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to.

For hours, Sam stayed by Stiles' side until his sobs died down to soft sniffles even after he fell asleep. Noah found the kids napping on Stiles' bed, taking in his son's clingy, sleeping stature.

He was grateful that Sam was here for him and that she stayed. He'd let her mother know what happened and why.

When Denise found out, she was apologetic and even brought to tears herself. Stiles was without a mother and Noah was without a wife.

It was gonna be a heavy change for the both of them, so she decided she and Sam would take care of them when they needed help. Even if they didn't need help, they'd be there for comfort. To be there when they just wanted to talk.

The funeral came and went and the two stayed by each other's side even after meeting another boy named Scott McCall, who's mom was close to Stiles' dad and was there when his mother died.

The boy came up to the two, mainly apologetic to Stiles. Despite the saddened event, Scott managed to still become acquainted with the two.

Since then, their bond became closer. After the funeral, Sam couldn't help but be saddened as she laid in her room. She hoped her father wasn't dead. She missed Jay so much.

Later that night, Denise sat Sam down in her room, a long talk ensued.

"So, as you know, your daddy hasn't been around anymore.", Denise started. Sam nods. "Well, I have this friend who likes me and I… maybe like him back.", Denise explains.

Sam's eyebrows raised in interest. "You have a crush?"

Denise watched her daughter's facial expression, searching for sadness, or resentment. When she found neither, she continued. "I do. And he likes me back, but I was wondering if that was okay with you?"

Sam sat up, almost excited and nodded with a smile. "I'm okay with that, mama. As long as you're happy!", she says, making her mother smile with shiny eyes.

She brought the girl in her arms and placed a loving kiss on her forehead. "I knew you'd be okay with it.", she hummed, squeezing her child. "My sweet girl.", she squealed and playfully peppered kisses all over her face, making Sam laugh.

"Mama!", Sam giggled. The woman stopped, giggling herself. "Alright, alright. Sleep tight, baby. I'll bring him tomorrow.", she says, tucking the girl in and leaving her room.

Sam waited until her mother was down the hall and rushed to her window, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

She clasped her hands together and spoke her wishes. After she finished, she snuggled under her blankets, excited now. She had hoped the man was really kind. Kind enough to like her mom. She hoped he was kind enough to be nice to her too.

The next day, Sam finally got to meet the mystery man, she was nervous. The man was fairly groomed, had a sweet smile and kind eyes, though the sudden shift in atmosphere around her made her feel… off.

She didn't question it, however. She was excited to meet him. Carl Smith, that was his name. He was a carpenter and visited the antique store.

He was sweet to her and her mother just like she wished. He even moved in and treated them like his own family after the first 5 months.

One night, Sam climbed up on the counter in the kitchen, looking for a mug to drink warm milk to get to sleep. Her mom was at the shop for the night and usually Sam held down the fort.

While grabbing at a mug, she hadn't realized she knocked over a glass until it was too late. She dropped a glass before. It was an accident. Her mom never yelled at her about it, understanding that the girl usually liked being independent with getting her own needs if nearby, but that didn't slide with Carl.

The shattering sound woke him up, and he stormed into the kitchen, finding Sam on the counter, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

"What're you doing!?", he yelled. Sam shrunk, still holding the mug. "I-I was trying to get milk…"

Carl shook his head and pointed a finger at the girl. "Stay right there." He moved around the shattered glass and got the broom and dustpan before sweeping up the shards.

After he was finished, he yanked the girl down from the counter, the tight grip on her arm making her whimper.

"Next time you need something, you ask. Don't just do shit by yourself.", he grounded out. "You understand?"

Sam's lips trembled as she nodded. Carl took the mug away and shoved the girl off to bed.

Needless to say, Sam was afraid the whole night. The next day at school, the young trio sat in class, the day much better than the previous night.

They were laughing about something Scott had done. The soft boy stumbling over his words had tried to deflect his embarrassment. As Stiles tried to make a joke, something caught his eye.

Now, he was no stranger when it came to cuts, scrapes and bruises. The boy was often clumsy and often ran as if he were to fall flat on his face if he never caught himself. His head tilted in curiosity as he gained Sam’s attention.

How’d you get that bruise, he’d ask stunning the girl into silence. Sam looked down at her sleeve that flipped open after she’d washed her hands, revealing the bruise she had gained last night. She only noticed how bad it was after waking up and letting the harsh, sore gripped appendage sit without treating it. Pulling the sleeve back over her wrist, she gave them a smile.

“I must’ve bumped into something last night. I think I was super tired and ran into something in the dark when I was getting something to drink.”, she excused. Scott agreed. “I do that sometimes.”, he said. Sam chuckled. “Of course you would.”

However, that didn’t slide past Stiles. The bruise was photographed in his mind. The bruise didn’t look like she had bumped into something. It almost looked like a hand…

A very large hand. Way bigger than hers.

He shook his head. He knew better than to play detective. It wasn’t his business.

Since that day, he’d see less and less of Sam. She would be nothing more than a hi or bye and rush off where he couldn’t follow. She didn’t even take the bus with him and Scott anymore. She wasn’t there to celebrate when his dad had become the sheriff either.

And the times when she was in class, she’d never meet his eyes. She wouldn’t talk to Scott either, which at the time, he even hoped she would. It didn’t even have to be him that she talked to, but he wished she’d just talk.

One day, Stiles found her defending a boy from two bullies. They were in the 6th grade and way bigger than her and the asthmatic boy. And yet, she fought them off. Albeit, getting hurt herself, she seemed to withstand their violence towards her and ran off when a teacher came and stopped the altercation.

Stiles couldn’t help but watch from the sidelines. What could he do if she didn’t want to talk…?

After school, he caught her reluctantly getting in a car with a man and automatically felt defensive until he realized that must’ve been the man she talked about before.

He still didn’t feel right. The man hadn’t come out of the car to address what happened with the boys from before to the teachers. He should’ve cared.

Stiles sighed and went home. He was still worried. Why wouldn’t she talk to him? What was up with her weird, evasive behavior….? Why did she seem to have new bruises every time he saw her?

They weren’t even like bruises the teachers paid attention to. They were hidden, she even had bandaids to cover them, so of course teachers would assume she had some accident. That was normal for a kid to get scraped up here and there.

But it was a new thing almost every day. He paid attention.

He was sure of it. This thinking kept him up all night. That man couldn’t possibly be hurting Sam. There’s just no way. He didn’t even think Mrs. Wilson was capable of hurting Sam. She was sweet, wonderful, and very welcoming.

The last time he’d been to her house, he had a weird vibe about the man there. He didn’t look sober half of the time. He smelled like alcohol here and there. It had him worrying about his own father and how much liquor the man consumed.

After he left, he didn’t feel like leaving yet, and Sam didn’t want him or Scott to go. In fact, she seemed…almost desperate for them to stay. Is that why she isn’t talking to either of them? It was kinda childish of her, if that was the case, considering they’d see each other almost every day.

But if it wasn’t because of that…

He sighed. He really hoped she was okay.

The next day only made his anxiety spike. He hadn’t seen her just yet. They arrived almost at the same time every day at school. He searched for Scott and found him saying bye to his mom.

Hours had passed and it was already noon. Sam hadn’t arrived. Stiles glanced at Scott worriedly who was unaware of his worrisome looks.

Scott came up to Stiles, confused about the boy’s jittery behavior. “Hey, you seen Sam yet?”, Stiles asked. Scott shook his head. “She should be here soon anyways. Maybe she’s sick?”

Stiles hoped so. He really did.

More hours had passed and it was nearly the end of the day. She still hadn't shown up.

Stiles did the only thing he knew best, and that was to cause a distraction. The boy grabbed his desk, squeaking it back and forth along the tile floor of the classroom, gaining his teacher’s attention.

The teacher, annoyed with the boy’s action, promptly sent him to the principal’s office which he happily obliged.

The principal of the elementary school scolded Stiles for his disruptive behavior as he called the boy’s father.

Mr. Stilinski, already exhausted from the responsibilities of his new position, made it to the school ready to scold his child. Stiles didn’t care about any of that, though. That was the least of his worries.

Before his father could start, Stiles yanked the man outside, desperate for his attention. “Dad, you have to go to Sam’s house.”

Noah looked exasperated, and even disappointed. “Stiles, really? You caused a disruption all because Sam’s missed one day?”

Stiles’ eyes got glossy. He wasn’t listening. “Dad, I’m serious!”, his voice cracked. “It’s way more than that. Just-- please go to Sam’s house. Please go check up on her.”, he begged, making his father falter in his disappointment for the boy’s strange behavior.

Noah sighed. “I’ll go check. But after that, you go back to class and you apologize to your teacher.”, he reprimanded and left the boy in the cold hallway.

Stiles couldn’t move. His heart was in his stomach. All his questions were jumbled, but remained the same.

Is Sam okay?

Noah rode down the road to the Wilson residence, and called Denise. Getting a quick answer, he heard, “Hey, Noah!”

He smiled, “Hey, uh, is Sam home?”, he asked. There was a pause. “Uh, no? She should be at school. Carl said he’d drop her off while I was at work. My mom needed me to come in early for the big sales today.”, Denise responds.

Noah’s face dropped. His heart bumped in his chest as well. The girl wasn’t at school, his son’s panicked behavior…

That led him to believe Stiles knew more than he was saying. “Alright, then. I’ll talk to you later.”, he said, abruptly hanging up the phone. He sped down the road, quickly getting to the house, finding the driveway empty.

Sam wasn’t at school. Stiles was sure of that.

Noah quickly got out of his car and knocked loudly on the door. “Hello, is anyone home?”, he exclaimed loudly.

Once he didn’t get a response, he quickly repeated his question before ramming his shoulder into the door, quickly getting it open.

The sheriff looked around, seeing an empty living room. No one was home.

Correction, no one was downstairs. He walked to the staircase, looking up as he called, “Sam?”

No response.

He bound up the stairs with harsh, heavy steps, quickly finding the girl’s room. Once he opened the door, his steps stopped. His heart nearly shattered as he saw the girl’s tattered clothes, or what was left of them. Her bloody, beaten face next to shards of brown glass that belonged to a bottle of some sort.

He rushed over to her, trying to find a sign that she was at least alive. He found a pulse. It was there, just faint. She wasn’t responding to any of his words as he held her.

He grabbed His comms, immediately rushing for an ambulance and for his other comrades to find the man that had done this. Sam was quickly rushed to the hospital, the poor sight of the girl breaking the heart of Melissa McCall.

Sam was still unresponsive, but her pulse was much the opposite. It became stronger after she received her treatment and laid quietly in her hospital room.

Denise was immediately called to the hospital, sobbing at the state of her daughter. It was my fault, she cried. I should’ve taken her to school, she sobbed.

Noah and his deputies found the drunken man at a bar down the street, promptly arrested for attempted murder, abuse and rape of a child. Despite the man’s drunken, disgusting excuses, Noah made sure Carl was going straight to prison. He could do that. He was the sheriff after all.

After the filing, Stiles was brought to the department, still worried. “Dad…?”, he’d call, making his father look at him with glassy eyes. The situation hadn’t made its way to the school. It hadn’t hit him until now. Until he saw his son’s worried, unaware face.

Noah walked up to his son, kneeling and placed a hand on his shoulder. “She’s…Well…Sam’s going to be okay.”, he said. Stiles shook his head, his anxiety spiking once more. “She’s…dead…?”

Noah shook his head quickly, and explained simply that she was hurt and that Stiles was right to be worried.

“How did you know something was happening?”, he asked his son. “She wasn’t talking to me or Scott. She had all these bruises and was making up excuses for them. I just…I wasn’t sure what to do.”, Stiles squeaked quietly with a shrug.

Noah wrapped his arms around the boy. “You did the right thing telling me when you did.”, he told Stiles. Stiles hugged his dad just as tight, letting out some sobs into his dad’s shoulder.

Out of relief and sadness, he was glad she was alive. Hurt, but alive nonetheless.

When she was finally awake, he got to see her and brought every single thing He could think of that would cheer her up.

For hours, they'd play little games here and there. When he took a break, he came back to hear Sam's sobs. He peeked in her hospital room to see her mom holding the girl's hand as tears ran down her face.

"I won't be selfish again…! I won't get in trouble anymore! I won't fight anymore! I just want daddy to come home!", Sam sobbed. Denise brought the girl in her arms. She wished her husband had come home too. Maybe none of this would've happened if she hadn't brought up her worries about the town.

Maybe he wouldn't have left.

Sam sighed. "And that's what happened. Since then, Stiles stuck to me like glue. Scott didn't know what happened. I asked him not to tell Scott."

Derek wanted to roll his eyes. That plan didn't work, since Stiles had already expressed his anger toward the Wilson men and explained what happened.

Though, he was angry himself. He was angry that it happened at all.

"That shouldn't have happened to you. Not at all.", Derek says, shaking his head. "But it did, and I'm here.", Sam says.

He looks in her eyes, "And you're so strong for that. For withstanding everything that bastard did to you. You shouldn't have had to. It was fucked up.", he said.

Sam smiled softly and moved closer to crawl into his arms. "It was, but it won't happen again.", Sam said. There wasn't much she could say about it. What was done, was done. She killed him already. He couldn't harm anyone else anymore.

His soul belonged to her after all.

Derek placed a kiss on top of her forehead. "And I'll make sure it won't happen again. Ever."

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awakenthereveal · 4 years

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A CRIMINAL MASQUERADE

CHAPTER 6 — CHANHEE’S SECRET

MASTERLIST

A silence falls upon Hyun and Haknyeon, the pair unable to spark up a conversation. Though the silence is comforting, Haknyeon can't help but want to shatter it. He likes the sound of Hyun's voice. In fact, Hyun's presence alone is sufficient comfort for Haknyeon, who has never properly been loved by those around him. He is just seen as someone to mould into so-called perfection, an image of what they what rather than what Haknyeon wants to become. Not wanting to bring down his mood, he shakes his head and rids his mind of those thoughts.

Hyun notices Haknyeon shake his head and asks, "You okay? Got something stuck in your hair?"

"No, just trying to clear my mind," he clarifies. Hyun nods, and Haknyeon snatches the opportunity to engage in conversation with her. "Can I ask you something?" He inquires.

"Go ahead," Hyun allows. She is so unsure as to why she's acting so nonchalantly around him when she knows she has to kill him. No one can know of her existence. Especially one person in particular that she shivers to merely think of. She wants to barf out everything she had eaten that day at the mere thought of everything that guy did to her.

"Do you work?" He sounds a little disrespectful but he reassures himself that Hyun isn't going to get offended because she seems to be a calm and collected person, though a little brash and impulsive.

"Yes, why'd you ask?" She answers, feeling a little protective of herself. She questions why this guy who she has hardly known for two hours is asking her so much about her life. It's not as if they're ever going see each other ever again, why does he want to talk to her so much?

"Sorry, I just wanted to get to know you better. I haven't really met anyone who's like you," Haknyeon answers, scratching the back of his neck bashfully. Before Hyun can answer, she hears faint footsteps approaching them. Not wanting to be noticed by anyone since she is wanted, she grabs Haknyeon by the wrist, drags him into the nearest room, scans the room, spots a wardrobe, and forces him to hide with her. It happens so quickly that Haknyeon has no time to process any of it.

Haknyeon's breath hitches with the sudden close proximity. Their bodies are close to touching and it is a strange feeling to Haknyeon. Guiltily, though, he sort of enjoys it. He notes that Hyun is much prettier when up close.

He notices Hyun reach down and pulls out something from her boot; what she's pulling out is unclear due to the darkness that envelopes them. A sharp gasp leaves Haknyeon's lips when a dagger blade is pressed ever so gently against his neck.

"Breathe a word and you die, understand?" She whispers into his ear, her hot breath fanning his earlobe and sending shivers down his spine. Rendered helpless, Haknyeon mumbles in agreement and the pair intently listen for the footsteps.

Before the ordeal between Haknyeon and Hyun, Chanhee is held at a gunpoint. However, to Renjun's surprise, Chanhee remains indifferent and simply rolls his eyes, a scoff escaping his lips. Donghyuck is also taken aback and amused by Chanhee's approach to being held at a gunpoint.

Suddenly, before Renjun can speak, Chanhee kicks him in the stomach, which send him falling to the ground and leaves the pistol in Chanhee's possession. Chanhee aims the pistol at Renjun with a disappointed sigh.

"Gosh, I didn't think you'd be so contemptible to try use a pistol on me," Chanhee remarks, unamused and somewhat apathetic. Renjun is frozen in shock, unable to believe that Chanhee, the seemingly pathetic overly posh rich guy he had accidentally bumped into a little while ago, was holding him at a gunpoint when it should have been the other way around. "And whoever you are, don't even try shooting me. I'll be able to sob to my mother and get you prosecuted." He warns, turning to face Donghyuck.

"I never thought you would be like this," scoffs Renjun.

"When you said this was a criminal masquerade, you were speaking to someone who already knew of that. Just because I'm rich, doesn't mean my life and mental health aren't deteriorating. I'm more criminal than you think," Chanhee explains, a scowl so venomous it almost looked like it hurt. Donghyuck keeps his pistol aimed at Chanhee and laughs dryly.

"What makes you think we'd believe that," Donghyuck challenges. Chanhee stares at Donghyuck blankly, blinking quickly in an attempt to believe he genuinely asked such a stupid question. Are low-class such fools? He thinks.

"Have you ever been in the feet of a rich person? Especially a child? There's more than you know, what's-your-name," Chanhee retaliates.

Renjun realises what Donghyuck is doing and seizes the opportunity to kick Chanhee from under his feets, sending Chanhee falling to the ground on his cheek, the pistol slipping from his hand and skidding to Donghyuck's feet. Renjun, now angered, steps on Chanhee's, who growls in annoyance (much against his morals), back.

"Listen, we tried to be nice, but you don't seem to be cooperating with us," Renjun says, wary of whether someone could be watching them or not.

"Look, you now know my secret, so how about we make a deal? I find Haknyeon, you find whoever you're looking for, then we split paths and never encounter each other ever again," he offers, using skills he has used a concerning number of times for someone of his class. Renjun and Donghyuck glance at each other and nod, agreeing with his promising deal.

The trio, who now hate each other with a burning passion, proceed down the hallway, attempting to find Haknyeon and the woman whose name Chanhee forgot. Much to their disappointment, the hallways is empty and all the room doors seem untouched. Although, they are dealing with a famous criminal so it is understandable that the hallway looks deserted.

They split ways and check each of the rooms. Renjun opens the door to the neat master bedroom and is slightly taken aback by the beauty of the place. Expensive bed, expensive wardrobe, expensive decor, everything he could ever dream of. He quickly pulls himself back into the zone of his mission and scans the room, pistol ready.

He throws open the wardrobe and much to his delight, he finds his prey. "Found you." He says darkly, a smirk gracing his face as he aims his pistol at them.

#changmin #chanhee #hyunjae #juyeon #sangyeon #sunwoo #the boyz #the boyz fanfic #younghoon #haknyeon #nct dream fanfic #Renjun #haechan #chenle #Jisung #Jeno #Jaemin

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"Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated"

I really need to stop referencing songs.

Warning.

Contains blood & is a lengthy story.

Some of details are hazy or completely forgotten also.

It was an extremely traumatic experience.

Me:

"Get up. I need an ambulance!!!"

JV:

"I can drive you to the hospital quicker than an ambulance can get here"

I won't disclose how long it took JV to drive from our house to the nearest hospital, but yes he was correct.

Lights were left on, doors left open. Im surprised none of the neigbours noticed.

LLETZ discuss what happened a few hours prior...

I'd visited the after hours GP service after my bleeding increased.

JV had come to work to have his teeth cleaned. I went to the toilet half hour prior to leaving work and by the time I had arrived home I had gone through the pad I was wearing.

When we arrived about 7pm at GP access, I could feel myself bleeding. I couldnt even concertrate enough to give the nurse my correct details, for some reason I tried to give her my mums mobile number instead of my own. JV had to take over and help.

The GP I saw actually happened to be a patient at work and recognised my face.

She examined me and saw that I was bleeding but I seemed to be clotting which was good.

She knew the surgeon who performed my surgery and phoned him personally to advise and discuss my case.

My surgeon thought it was some sort of infection so advised to start me on a course of antibiotics and to phone his rooms first thing in the morning to make a review appointment.

This put my mind at ease.

The GP phoned the local hospital to gain advice on the best antibiotics to give and to alert them that if my bleeding increased I had been advise to present to the emergency department.

I was given antibiotics and was told to go home, rest up and phone the surgeon tomorrow.

I felt a little bit more reassured.

I went home, anxious but knew it would all be sorted tomorrow.

Close to 12am I woke up, heart rate through the roof, sweating.

I had only been asleep for maybe an hour but I knew something was wrong.

The only way I can describe it was like alarm bells in my body.

I went to go to the toilet but when I stood up I immediately felt something “let go”. Id started to hemorrhage.

I screamed at JV to wake up - he is the world heaviest sleeper.

For someone who is pretty neat, the first time since living where we are I had left a towel on the floor at the foot of the bed. THANK FUCK.

I placed the towel in between my legs, laid myself on the floor and kept screaming at JV I needed an ambulance.

He had by this stage chucked some clothes on and was yelling back at me to get in the car, he knew where we live the nearest ambulance station was around 10 minutes away. Reluctantly I agreed.

I called the ED as we drove out of the driveway and calmly explained what was happening and we were on our way.

I asked JV to talk to me the entire way and not to stop. I can only describe the feeling as tired but I knew I was on the brink of passing out. I told him to ask me what I saw, what my name was, how I was feeling, just anything that would keep me with it.

We arrived at the hospital and the surprise we were already there was apparent.

I dont think they really believed the panic. I was placed in a single room and awaited to be seen a Doctor. The blood just continued to pool around me. Almost 2 hours later a male Doctor came in to assess me.

JV had to step out, he isnt the best with blood or needles.

Between the surprise on the Doctors face and hearing the blood coming out of me... I was began to think I might die.

He tried to stop the bleeding as best he could with gauze and immediately called for the resident gynecologist to come down.

She was delivering a baby - emergency cesarean, so I did have to wait a little bit for her.

When she came down I was busting to wee. That’s all I could think about.

She helped me go to the toilet in a bed pan and between the blood, clots and wee practically overflowed it.

I know it sounds stupid with the weight of the situation but also I just wanted to get out of my clothes - they were covered in blood and I was very agitated.

By this stage I was on the borderline for a blood transfusion (I am so thankful for blood donors and had previously donated blood). The Gynecologist called for her intern gyno to come down to assist.

There were no available operating theaters so it was perform what was needed in the ER to stem the bleeding or wait for a OR which could exacerbate my condition.

Things got a little hazy here and I was in the mindset of just save my life.

I was treated with silver nitrate, stitched in several places and packed vaginally with gauze to hold pressure on my cervix/LLETZ procedure site.

She placed a catheter in also as I wouldn't be moving for about 24 hours for any reason.

I was a little uncomfortable after all of this but so thankful I was in the right place to get the care I needed.

I was admitted to the ward at about 6am.

I sent JV straight home to rest and also call the family and let them know what had happened.

They advised me it would be a minimum 24-48 hour admission.

I spent the day resting and managed to eat a little bit of food. I felt a lot of pressure not so much pain as such.

I also forgot to mention earlier I had lost 5kg in 6 days... a sign my body was in distress.

The next day the packing was removed and very minimum to nil blood was noted.

I was anxious but they were more than happy to send me home to recover fully.

A week off work and some bed rest.

Little did we know...

This was only hospital visit number 1...

#lletz #largeloopexcison #cin3 #cervicaldysplasia #cin3cervicaldysplasia #infertilityjourney #ivfsupport #ivfjourney #ivf #infertility #infertilitystruggles #infertilitysucks #infertilitysupport #ttcjourney #ttcbaby #ttc #ttcsupport #endo #endometriosis

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