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insomnihan · 4 years

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han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on Dreamcatcher’s “Scream”

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ITS FUCKING HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE THIS IS ON GOD HAPPENING I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO RELAX I CANNOT LET THIS WAIT ANY LONGER LETS GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG THIS F UCKING SONG WHERE👏DO👏I👏START 👏 I KNEW RIGHT WHEN I WENT ON TO LISTEN TO THE GODDAMN LYRIC SPOILER bc im an impatient little bich THIS WAS GONNA KICK MY SHINS KNEE ME IN THE NOSE AND OWN. ME. i forgot which moot i said this to but i said they should try putting their rock/metal sound with an edm kind of sound anD HERE WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT SOUNDS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! this got my heart racing quick as hell even during the slower parts????????? im sorry to the beginning parts, jiu, and the bridge i cant RELAX™

CRITICISM???????? I DUNNO THAT BI TCH™

(i wont tag every part they have ill just describe some of them lmao)

JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MISS KIM MINJI YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this, this, THIS AND THIS G O D her voice is just so perfect to start the song to ease you into this BOP™ and then her voice for those pre-chorus parts to ready you ONCE AGAIN for that chorus BUT YET its still hype as hell bc you K N O W what shes leading you into her voice is LIKE FEATHERS AND CLOUDS dont ask

yoohyeon i swear to god- her voice........................... i cannot begin.............. to even describe how nice it is.................... I DUNNO HOW SERIOUSLY like it just has that tone and power where its not very high nor very low and its just.................. lord......... going right after jiu for this it was just so UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH- pls i CANNOT with these parts and then still being a part of the choruses MA’AM WHY DOES YOUR VOICE JUST HITS THE SPOT HUH-

sua ALSO HAS A VOICE I JUST CANNOT DESCRIBE it just has this like..................... its unique and very alluring???????? i feel like i HAVE TO SAY THIS but her voice is as sexy as she is i- putting her right after jiu and yoohyeon at the beginning HOO and then this after gahyeon and damis fire and then shes also in the CHORUS TOO AND SHE ADDS MORE STRENGTH IN HER VOICE HELLO

SIYEON I HAVE TO SAY THIS AGAIN I WOULD LISTEN TO YOUR VOICE FOREVER IF I COULD her voice is just meant to do this kind of genre i swear to GOD like THIS????????? THIS x2??????????? BICTH THIS?????????????? she just sings so effortlessly and the emotion she puts like YOU CAN FEEL THAT S HIT especially in the bridge YEESH listening now it mellowed me out for like two (2) seconds before i went feral again

PIRI GAHYEON WALKED SO SCREAM GAHYEON COULD SPRINT pls i listened to this part and i was like ‘oH OKAY SING GO AHEAD’ oh no. nononononono NECK PLOT TWIST: SHES A RAPPER AGAIN BICTH THIS RIGHT HERE THATS HOW YOU GIVE WHIPLASH- AND THIS S HIT OOF THAT HIT- her voice is a lot deeper than we think LIKE her range is actually pretty big and we LOVE to hear it

dami..................................... what the f uck- FIRST OF ALL this was Too Much already on first listen and then your rap verse DO YALL HEAR HER PASSION??????? BC I HEAR IT DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS PART WOO!!!!! LISTEN THAT HAD ME HOPPING AND JUMPING IN MY BED ON GOD- i swear pls stop saying this han come on she has one of the most (if not THE MOST) recognizable voices EVER????????

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE DANCE FOR THIS SONG HAS GOT TO BE THE TOUGHEST CHOREO FOR THEM YET IVE SCREAMED ENOUGH ABOUT THE MASKED DANCER HOLDING HANDONGS SPOT UNTIL SHE GETS BACK AND HOW THEY HAVE GODDAMN BACKUP DANCERS LITERALLY THIS DANCE HAS SO MUCH POWER™ AND ITS SO HIGH ENERGY WHO THE FUC K IS DOING IT LIKE THEM

(i will be using the suit dance video for this portion)

JIU BEING LIFTED AT THE BEGINNING

THE CHORUS DANCES ARE YOU KIDDING ME- these parts.......................... oh s hit- and theN THE ENTIRE LAST ONE LIKE THAT ONE HITS AND MAKES YOU ITS BI-

literally both damis and gahyeons ‘devil. eyes. come.’ ESPECIALLY GAHYEONS when everyone is pointing at her (with this 🤘) thats Art™ right there

GAHYEONS RAP PART the usage of masks.................................. the symmetrical movement......................... Art™ part 2

these dances for sua and siyeons parts after the raps................... especially on the floor................ oh no- also i have to say siyeon lands on her knees really hard for that part i hope shes okay

jiu dancing by herself that is all

siyeon being Sexie™ that is all

dami stealing my heart and stomping on it that is all

ending pose with this 🤘 THE ICONIC™ AND LEGENDARY™ JUMPED OUT

THE VISUALS listen....................... LISTEN............................ LISTEN..................... L I S T E N- OKAY like my last two dreamcatcher thoughts and feelings (which if you wanna read: here and here) ill just show the scenes that i really liked (trust me it was REALLY hard to choose i might as well just put the mv again) and how i felt looking at them

............................................................................... oh f UCK-

ma’am whatever this is can you destroy me with it im ready-

OH S HIT

FOR THE WLW

but seriously whoever gave this woman a sword knows what the somnies like and wanna see and yes i too wanna get sliced the fuc k up

every time i see this i make like this songs title name and S C R E A M

i have no crazy special reason as to why i put her here other than i d worded when i saw her

GAHYEON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this has to be one of the coolest things ive ever seen like on god this is so Pleasing to My Eyes like what the f kcu im like this A LOT

b ru H this part........................ theyre all doing this 🤘 at her.................... waht does it mean................... what doES IT MEAN

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH BICTH MXCUSE ME WHAT THE FKUC DOES THIS MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ooooooooooooooooooh mmmmmmmyyyyyyYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also some bonus gahyeon screenshots its what she deserves after spinning my head 360 degrees <3 (also i didnt notice that both did the sign love this for her)

T H E M

WELL WELL WELL STILL AS BEAUTIFUL AS EVER I SEE- HERE TO TELL ME THAT YOU ALL STILL HOLD THE TITLE OF BEING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD LITERALLY WHAT CAN I SAY????????????? I ALREADY BE YELLING HERE THAT THEYRE FRICKIN BEAUTIFUL AND STUNNING AS ALL HELL BUT IMMA KEEP SAYING IT AND YOURE NOT GONNA STOP ME

THE BLACK DANCE OUTFITS........................ THE WHITE DANCE OUTFITS........................... G OD

NO COMPLAINTS LETS MOVE ON:

JIU

her purple hair already hurted me and shes beautiful enough but in this video when she iS LITERALLY THE VERY FIRST MEMBER YOU SEE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WHEN YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL- pls i love lace................... her white outfit got chains on it................... and OH BICTH THE BLACK OUTFIT SHOWS HER BACK IM FERAL

SUA

MISS I SWEAR TO GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MUST ADDRESS THE OUTFIT WITH THE SWORD FIRST OKAY MA’AM LOOKING LIKE A WHOLE GODDESS WARRIOR READY TO SLICE BICTHES UP FOR TALKING S HIT LIKE ON SOME ‘YES IM FROM THEMYSCIRA’ VIBES AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HER BLACK OUTFIT WITH HER BABS (BORA ABS) OUT

SIYEON

can you pls stop being beautiful for one (1) second can yoU PLS- i saw this shot in the mv and i think i fell in l*ve with her......................... as if i wasnt already shes as stunning as ever i cant stand her the black outfit with her long ass high pony tail witH THE GLOVES HELLO and that one look with the flowers or something on her head covering her eye.......... wow..........................

YOOHYEON

GIRL I GET IT YOURE SO PRETTY I UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!! this look in this specific photo with this dress and the braid uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh Ma’am youre a goddess I Am Looking 👁👄👁 her white outfit with the pony tail and those straps around her torso oh god and then her black outfit seems simple until you realize it shows a little of her sides pls stop im a weak man i-

DAMI

HELLO MISS LEE YUBIN I SEE YOU DECIDED TO GO ‘F UCK YALL LIVES’ AND BE HOT™ HUH- tbh not even mad at her yullet (yubin mullet) but shes dami she can work MANY LOOKS™ her black and white scene during her rap like thats a Look™ that attacked me and like yoohyeons black outfit hers looks like nothing special until you realize her sides are also out........... oh no-

GAHYEON

GAHYEON THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!! this is HER ERA NO I WILL NOT LISTEN YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND- i wasnt expecting her to attack me as much as she did its that GODDAMN pink outfit from the l ver. of the teasers i sHOULDVE KNOWN!!!!!!! her black outfit is like suas does she have gabs (gahyeon abs) OH NO LORD PLS- SHES BIG BEAUTIFUL™!!!!!!!!!!!!

BONUS TIME: B-SIDE TRACKS (short thoughts and parts i liked) had to go and use the color coded lyrics to make sure to not mistake the members and appreciate them fake ass fan i have a hard time telling who is who sometimes pls dont roast me ill do better next time

Intro

OKAY LISTEN- this intro be hitting a little different compared to their last intros maybe its just me but i feel as tho it COULD go just a little harder yknow???? tho ofc im love it still but ANYWAY-

Tension

now this........................ this is beautiful so this was apparently was supposed to be called goodnight????? and changed the lyrics?????? so............... they were hiding this Bop™................ for a few years????? did i read that right?????? LITERALLY A SLAP™ IT IS HEADBANG MATERIAL the fkcuing drums oh pls- THE CHORUS SOMEONE TALK TO ME ITS ADDICTING i............... LOVE jius voice on this song in particular that slower part i dunno why she just got me i- those parts sua and siyeon do before that ‘break the wall’ part i dunno their kinda lower voices theyre making me feel Things™

Red Sun

SOUNDCLOUD RAPPER DAMI RISE-

okay seriously WHAT THE FKCU- IT GRABBED MY NECK DURING THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY something about those bells or whatever throughout this song just hurted me so much ‘red sun’ just....................... gets in your brain and im okay with that!!!!!!!!!!! like its true that the beginning part is so intriguing and lowkey hypnotizing WOW and then their voices sound kinda breathy be hitting a little different MISS LEE GAHYEON ON THIS.................. MA’AM-

Black Or White

the guitar the fkycing guitaR CAN WE PLS TALK ABOUT THE GUITAR AND THE BASS FOR A SECOND???????? HELLO??????? THE CRUNCHINESS™ and then dami in the middle (not @ me for thinking she cursed in this song 🤡) S HU T- AND HELLO JIU SIYEON AND DAMI ALL TOOK PART IN WRITING THESE LYRICS BICTH IM YELLING- THAT BLACK OR WHITE IN THE CHORUS SIYEON SINGS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD HELP ME jk im okay with it being there yoohyeon jiu and gahyeon during those pre-chorus parts......................... good christ............

Jazz Bar

pls stop flirting with me.................................. DAMI ESPECIALLY LISTEN- I HAD TO LOOK UP THE LYRICS WITH THE COLOR CODE TO MAKE SURE MY EARS WERENT MESSING WITH ME LEE YUBIN I WILL FALL IN L*VE WITH YOU S T O P THE F CKUING BRIDGE- dami sitting on a piano during that part................ Thinking™ jiu sua and yoohyeon oh pls they sound so good and pleasant to the ears................. it feels like im in a jazzy cafe during the evening and its raining outside im drinking a latte with a cream heart design inside and im wearing a scarf- ALSO JIU SIYEON YOOHYEON AND DAMI TOOK PART IN WRITING THIS TOO BICTH!!!!!!!!!! dami saying this was one of her favorites Y E A H

SAHARA

HERE WE HAVE THE SONG WE MEMED BEFORE WE GOT IT but like that ‘SA HA RA~ RA RA RA~’ part is SUPER CATCHY siyeon and gahyeon and sua holy damn i- siyeon during the second verse AND HER HIGH NOTE ma’am im love you- also SOUNDCLOUD RAPPER DAMI RISE 2.0 i dunno what it is with dami with her raps being like this but im not even mad????????? i feel like thats an unpopular opinion something about that instrumental that guitar is hitting a part of my heart that i wanna hear it and then those drums it sounds SO COOL

In the Frozen

HERES ANOTHER FKCUING BANGER THAT GRABBED MY NECK AND WOULDNT LET. GO. like i literally fell off my GODDAMN BED HEARING THIS S HIT GOT MY HEART PUMPING AND S HIT its that flower line whatever it is that siyeon yoohyeon and sua do GOOD LORD and then dami???????? miss?????????? THE ENDING PORTION OH LISTEN- WHATEVER IS GOING ON WITH THE INSTRUMENTAL HOLY SH IT AND DAMI SAYING ‘LIMIT NO MORE’ AND ALL IT REALLY DIDNT HAVE TO GO THAT HARD F U C K-

새벽 (Daybreak)

now this is a song that could heal souls- its not super slow like a ballad but it has like a lowkey jazz lo-fi (???) feel to it and their vocals are super gentle and smooth are these angels- i dunno what it is about all these songs and the second verses like this one is good too??????? especially yoohyeon U H i felt that in mY BONES i can definitely see this song as one i would go to when i wanna relax to or even fall asleep to bc its so soothing

Outro

THIS HITS REALLY DIFFERENT AND I LIKE IT I DUNNO WHAT IT IS IT JUST FEELS NICE IN MY EARS

LIKE i was expecting this album to be SUPER INCREDIBLE COME ON ITS DREAMCATCHER YKNOW but i didnt think itd be THIS incredible this group is just so full of surprises and are just the MOST HIDDEN GEMS its unfortunate they really arent very known trying to be a little critical ofc there are SOME things that could be different theres nothing absolutely and truly perfect ever- personally i am IN LOVE with this album theyve topped themselves from their last comeback which like HOLY S HIT however will this be the comeback that will get them their first win? ..................... to be honest its hard to tell i was so hopeful last comeback and yknow stuff happened OFC I DO HOPE AND WISH THEYLL WIN but whats most important (at least to me) is that i enjoy their music and enjoy all the content they give and appreciate their work and their voices

IN CONCLUSION: PLEASE YALL ALWAYS MAKE ME SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and like before i must bring this back:

#im sorry i cant be more objective 😔😔😔#decided against writing a favorite lyrics portion #im actually very busy this week BUT THIS IS LONG ENOUGH YKNOW #if there are mistakes oh well #hopefully this was entertaining!!!#dreamcatcher #han.txt #han's mv afterthoughts

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excuse-me-while-i-british · 7 years

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A tag game thing

Hello friends, I’m alive, it has been a g e s since I actually posted anything original on here (I have been reblogging the occasional thing tho) but oh well. Rmeind me to post things. Somehow.

This tag thing then! The rules - New post, answer the questions (one for each letter of the alphabet) and then tag ten blogs you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by both @the-snarky-british-girl and @estel-of-the-eyrie, thank you friends

A - Age: 18

B - Birthplace: Warwickshire, England

C - Current time: 22:47

D - Drink you last had: Some really nice ass tropical juice that I found in the Nisa on my uni campus.

E - Easiest person to talk to: I talk to myself all the time. I talk to inanimate objects. I talk at people if I’m comfortable enough with them but people genuinely have to be specific in order to draw out of me any information about my personal life. So, in short, everyone, and no one.

F - Favourite song: .......................................fUCK um, I will pick a random song that I like to listen to currently. Loving You Sunday Morning by Scorpions. It’s off the album Lovedrive, and every song on there is bloody brilliant.

G - Grossest memory: ... I don’t particularly have one. I remember having a nightmare about a remote control car that transformed into a bear and ate me while I was playing frisbee in a little alleyway outside my house (which is not big enough to play frisbee in, nowhere near, so idk it’s a fucking Tardis thing). I remember throwing up spaghetti bolognese one evening and filling the entire sink, which then wouldn’t drain because it was so thick so my dad had to get his hands dirty to make sure it went down the plughole. The other day i found a pregnant spider underneath my desk while vacuuming (I’ve been living in uni accommodation for the last couple of weeks, for the first time ever). Those are just random memories I thought of, idk if i have any worse, my brain is like a very temperamental sieve.

H - Horror yes or no: It depends. The whole Lovecraftian aspect of horror is fun, and yanno, like fantasy horror, but most horror films are real shite because the plots are shite and it’s all jump scares and gore and possessed dolls. And I need to want to risk it bc it will almost defo make me scared to even stick my foot out the side of my bed. My brain goes “it’s fucking fiction. It’s not at all going to happen. You’re not going to be brutally murdered like the victims in Hot Fuzz. but... just in case, don’t move, at all.”

I - In love or not: Yes. That is all the elaboration you are going to get.

J - Jealous of people or not: It depends. People get way more opportunity then me. For once in my life I am pursuing a big opportunity myself, but I think about how different it will be and then I’m not so jealous of those who took the opportunities they got because I know that they could have been shit. But I still hate myself for not taking/getting opportunities because they could have been great. And people have better things than me - e.g. you listen to a guitar blogger on YouTube or a famous artist and they sound good because they have expensive amps and shit but nah my amps are all a bit shite. I’m going to tinker with a design or two myself to try to make progress on that though. I’m convinced you don’t need to pay for an expensive amp to get one that sounds good and reacts how I want.

L - Love at first sight or walking by again: Walk by again. Even better, stop by me, and make friends with me, and keep working your way up from there.

M - Middle name: Roderick. It’s my dad’s name. His middle name is his dad’s name too, and so on.

N - Number of siblings: One. I have an older sister.

O - One wish: Damn. I have plenty of wishes but I don’t know which one wins out. I could be an asshole and wish for more wishes. Or wish for myself to always have just the right means to achieve what I’ve set my sights on (same thing I guess but just in a bit more of a roundabout way)

P - Person last called: Specifically on my mobile, my parents called me earlier. If we include social media, my mate Dawid called me earlier about physics work.

Q - Question always asked: I don’t know. Probably “What the fuck are you doing”. Who asks me that, you say? Mostly myself.

R - Reason to smile: Fuck loads of things. Music. Food. Cute animals. Managing a thing. Meeting a friend. A sunny day. Bed. I could go on.

S - Song last sang: Erm. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCARADb9asE KNOCK YOURSELVES OUT FELLAS

T - Time woke up: God knows

U - Underwear colour: Black.

V - Vacation destination: Italy. Anywhere there is good. Specifically Tuscany, or the sort of middle section (North Italy doesn’t feel as Italian??? and South Italy is okay but I preferred Tuscany)

W - Worst habit: I have plenty. Maladaptive daydreaming, procrastinating, whatever. Basically just not doing shit I should.

X - X-rays: Dental X-rays. Twice, one each side both times.

Y - Your favourite food: Erm? Italian food is bae, pizza, pasta, gelato, it’s all god tier food imo. Also chocolate. Pastry. Biscuits. Fruit. Bread? Potatoes? Fuck it whATEVER JUST F E E D M E

Z - Zodiac sign: Taurus.

I shall tag - @do-you-want-this-open-or-closed @ure-gonna-loveme-when-u-seeme @notcoolgirl @thatgirlunderarock @definitelynotemomusic @savagetay @epicfailingagain @istherelifeonberk also anyone else who wants to do it feel free whatever might as well get to know you all again

I forgot who the people I started to make friends with before are, I’ve been gone ages. I suck at keeping in touch so pester me. If you remember me and want to talk again feel free to say hi, if you don’t then still feel free to say hi, if I knew you I should remember or will make friends with you all over again anyway and if I didn’t then I will probs be your friend still, and if you don’t remember me and it’s weird that I remember you then sorry lmao I’m a mess but say hi again bc if I remember you after this long you probably made a good impression.

#a tag thing #me #I am alive

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concussed-to-pieces · 7 years

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Business

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: AlphaBiker!Bo Dallas/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I make no apologies for this, as usual. Another foray into A/B/O territory! Also everyone should go see Marine Five, because out of context this whole biker scene may not make much sense to you. And you will cry laughing like I did if you know anything about paramedics. Tagging Zeta Zone @toxiicpop, Lightning Lariat @oraclegazes, and Continual Compass @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

!DISCLAIMER!: Heyo kids! This is a fictional situation. Medics never work alone in the truck and the police are always on scene (except in a few very select scenarios). Stay safe!

!WARNING!: This is of the Alpha/Beta/Omega variety, and involves rutting and knotting.

Bo was livid. Beyond livid, really. Incensed, infuriated, perforated in the fucking thigh. He hated getting stabbed. His least favorite part of the job in the club was the amount of knives he dealt with. He’d taken many hits to his arms, his torso and one particularly bad one to the back of his calf that still twinged if the weather was changing. Knives were always much more personal than bullets, but everything was personal when it came to club dealings. Personal and business and personal.

Bo realized he was fading out of consciousness, shit, shit. Trembling fingers fumbled with his phone in his pocket, and he cursed loudly when he realized the battery was essentially dead. Only one call. He could try the clubhouse, but if no one was around to answer he’d be up Fuck Creek without a shitting paddle to show for it.

“Nine one one, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello.” Bo swallowed hard, tried to get his voice to sound a little less like he’d been screaming swears at the top of his lungs not half an hour ago. “I think…I’m uh, I’m losing a lot of blood. From my leg. I…” He paused, pressing the side of his head to the cold, damp asphalt. “M’ not feelin’ so good.”

“What is your location, sir?”

Bo rattled off the address, then his phone beeped one time and died like the piece of shit it was. Why, why did Randy have to stab him in the fucking leg? Orton hadn’t even taken his bike, it was right there, taunting him. All shiny chrome and blue flames.

But Bo knew he had to keep pressure on his leg. God forbid that knife have sliced through the…shit, was it the carotid that was in the leg? Femoral? Either way, death by slow-pulse seeping through his chaps was not something that interested him. He was a young Alpha, yeah, but he’d seen more than enough old guys die through lack of care and shit like that. Big tough-guy Alphas and Betas who thought they were badasses that weren’t affected by fucking blood loss or infections like everyone else.

Granted, Bo had kind of been a little careless. A little cocky maybe.

Maybe.

But he’d earned his fucking Enforcer patch, and he wasn’t about to fail the club by representing them poorly. Even if the V.P. had sent him out at the worst possible part of his rut. He holstered his pistol as he heard the sirens, going so far as to snap the strap over the top. He could already tell it was an ambulance and not a cop car but the last thing he needed was panicky fucking medics because he had a live piece.

Bo leaned his head back against the pylon. His body really, really wanted to pass out. The pain was kind of negligible, he could deal with pain. It was more the blood loss that appeared to be doing him in. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so there was that working against him as well. Should have stopped and gotten something to eat. Even with rut-gut. He thought, licking his busted-up knuckles absently to get a little of the blood off them. He definitely got in a few good hits once he’d knocked the gun out of that fuck’s hands, but Randy also gave nearly as good as he got. Bo thought he’d had the situation under control.

Don’t kill the guy, don’t let him kill you, make it a hands-only beatdown to gently remind him not to fuck with the status quo. They made alliances, yeah. Some guys said that made the club weak. Some guys needed to learn how to be quiet and fall in line when their superiors were speaking. The Lost Legion wasn’t a weak club for making fucking alliances with the Lones, if anything the merging of resources and manpower would make both packs stronger. Maybe eventually they could all put aside their differences and work as one cohesive unit.

Not today though. Bo groaned as his thigh throbbed when he tried to shift his weight into a less-uncomfortable sitting position. Orton had been going to fucking hamstring him but apparently was willing to settle for bare mutilation. Bo wasn’t sure how deep the wound was. It felt too deep.

The ambulance, sweet Jesus, finally, pulled up in the empty parking lot. Bo watched dazedly as one medic made their way to the back, grabbed a large bag and slung it over their shoulder. Where was the other medic? Normally there were two. Scratch that, he was pretty sure they were required to have two. Wary now and more than lightheaded, Bo shoved himself up a little bit with his hand at his side. If this was a trick he was going out guns fucking blazing.

A scent abruptly hit his nose and Bo’s empty stomach clenched tight as a fist. He grimaced. Over the usual reek of antiseptic and nitrile there was…

Shit.

“Whoa, easy!” He called, holding up a hand as the medic went to approach him. She immediately stopped. “Christ, Christ, I’m an unmated Alpha, got a rut going right now and you smell like fuckin’ delicious mate-Omega, p-please back off.” He begged, barely recognizing his own voice. “Don’t wanna’ hurt you. I just need help. Ain’t you got a partner in there?”

“I’m the only one in the truck, sir, you’re going to have to live with it. Are you the one who made the call?” She replied, all business.

Bo swallowed hard, grinding his teeth. “Yeah, it was me. My phone’s dead.” He answered finally. “I…shit, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m half-in right now and you smell like mate.”

“In your state I doubt you could do much to me.” She knelt beside him, digging through the large medic bag. “I need to cut your leathers. Do I have your permission?”

“My…wait, what?” Bo asked in confusion, unsure if his ears were acting up. “Are you-”

“Your leathers, sir. I understand that these are important and expensive in more than one way, like every patch on your jacket. I have a healthy respect for my own life, but I need to cut your pants to get to the wound. This will probably ruin them. Is it alright for me to cut them?” Her tone was measured, calm, and she kept her eyes down.

Bo was pretty sure if he hadn’t lost so much blood he’d be fucking aroused. Someone in a uniform (albeit not a cop) was asking his permission for shit. And it was a pretty Omega, who smelled like clean and mate. This…this did not bode well at all. “You do what you need to, doc. But-”

“If at some point my closeness becomes an issue, indicate your discomfort and I will retreat to a safe distance until the wave passes. I will not make eye contact unless absolutely necessary. If you want to make this easier on the both of us, just focus on that streetlight overhead until I’m done.”

Bo wanted to fucking cry with relief, Christ, she’d been trained to handle unmated, knee-deep-in-rut Alphas. “Thank fuck, you’re the best doc.”

“I’m…it’s no trouble. What’s your name? Can you tell me what happened?” She asked, trauma shears cold on the skin of his leg.

Bo exhaled hard, tilting his chin back. “I fell.”

“Uh huh. Okay. So, I’m obligated to tell you I strongly suggest you let me transport you to the hospital. I know you’re going to refuse, but I’m obligated. Paperwork.”

“I…I know I ought to. I’m balls-deep in a rut, shouldn’t even be out here but,” Bo shrugged as best as he could. “Business. Hospital sounds like a fucking danger zone, buncha’ wounded, blood smell everywhere, I just-” He grunted, his stomach tensing up. “Shit, shit back off, I’m sorry but you have to–”

“I am, it’s okay.” She dragged her bag a little ways away from him and Bo slammed his fist down on the ground in an attempt to combat the wave, breathing hard and fast as everything went good hot yes.

He shook his head and fucking squirmed, whole body trembling uneasily. “Fucking–” He managed to gasp. “Put the pain back, put it back I can’t handle this shit, fuck-”

“Easy, easy. I’m here, it’ll pass.” She sounded gentle, not so much the professional. “You’re doing fine. It’ll pass.”

“I will fucking crawl to you on my fucking belly, no no, no no no don’t move further away c’mon!” Bo snarled, hardly aware of what was coming out of his mouth. He almost tipped himself over, snapping his teeth loudly. “Smell good, so good, let me fucking touch you-”

“How long are your usual waves? A minute? Minute thirty?” She asked casually, like he wasn’t scrabbling around on his side trying to get to her like a fucking downed zombie.

Bo shuddered and panted for breath, practically welcoming the return of the pain. “Fuck, fuck fuck, I’m sorry. Usually forty seconds, they’ve gone to almost three minutes in my worse ones.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re fine.” She reassured him, maintaining her even tone. “I’m going to get close again, I promise I’ll work quick.”

“I should be okay fo–uck, shit, shit, fuck.” Bo gritted his teeth, raking a hand through his hair. He knocked his head back against the street light, doing his damnedest to focus on the flickering bulb above him instead of the way her hands felt on his skin, focus on the sharp, bright pain instead of the next warm wave already building in his stomach. “Fucking hell, I’m sorry about all of this-”

“It’s alright. I’m sorry they sent a lone Omega out to you without a backup plan.” She sounded a little bitter.

“Last call of the night?” Bo asked breathlessly.

“They’re not technically allowed to send us out in the truck alone. You need two medics at all times, at least one of them an Alpha or Beta. But I guess we can bend the rules every now and then.” Yep, definitely bitter. “I mean it’s not like you’re an unmated Alpha in the middle of your rut or anything, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Bo groaned out a laugh. “Normally I don’t have to do…to leave my safe area when I’m rutting. Get left alone like most guys. But duty called tonight.” The distant roar of at least two bikes caught his attention and Bo started. “Oh no.”

“’Oh no’?” She asked, tearing off a strip of tape. “Why oh no?”

“I don’t know if that’s Legion guys or not. And yeah it might be some randoms, but the coincidence is-” The next wave hit hard and Bo found himself panting, arms wrapped around her. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my bad. Gonna’ let you go, you need to get in your truck and scram. Am I decently patched?”

“Y-Yes, you should be okay if you don’t aggravate it.” Her voice caught in her throat and Bo wondered at that, burying his nose in her hair selfishly for a second (mate yes good mate-Omega) before forcing himself to release her.

“Run, run run run, get the hell out of here.” He ordered even while his body screamed to touch her again. She at least listened to him, picking up the huge bag and sprinting back to her ambulance. Bo wasn’t able to help the howl he let out, digging his teeth into the leather of his jacket to muffle the pitiful noise. She tore off from the parking lot and headed to the left, thank fuck, because not a minute later three bikes came trundling into the lot from the right.

Bo shoved himself upright again, covering the hole in his leathers with his shirt as best as he could. The first bike rumbled up alongside him and the man on it stared at him impassively for a moment. “Dallas, the fuck happened? I sent you out here to teach a lesson and it looks like you’re the one who got fucking schooled.”

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be carrying heat. I almost got my ass blown away.” Bo snarled.

The V.P., a surprisingly small-boned Alpha by the name of Adam Rose, raised an eyebrow. “Is this backtalk I’m hearing out of you, Dallas? Somebody got rut-brain and can’t do their job right?”

“Hey, Veep, go easy on him. Look at all the blood, he’s obviously hurt.” Curtis protested, killing his engine and hopping off the bike. “What happened, man? Tell us what happened.”

“I got stabbed in the fucking leg, almost got shot in the fucking head, motherfucker left me here to bleed out with a dead phone and a bike I can’t fucking ride. How did you guys even find me?” Bo grunted.

“Ah, Rose said you’d-”

Adam stopped Slater with a slashing motion of his hand, the dark-haired man getting off his own bike. “Dallas, do you have any idea how bad this is going to look? I sent you out to do a job.” Adam scolded him like he was a child. Bo’s face flushed weakly with embarrassment. “And now it looks like you’re not competent enough to handle a simple task. Jesus Christ. I have to do everything around here…” Adam paused, his eyes narrowing. “What is that?”

“What is what?” Heath asked.

Adam pointed at the white padding poking out from beneath Bo’s shirt. “That, you fucking idiot!”

“Shit, Veep he’s rutting, probably shouldn’t be so personal with him.” Curtis winced when Rose didn’t miss a beat, moving in even closer and grabbing a handful of Bo’s shirt.

“Who patched you up, huh Dallas?” Adam hissed, paying exactly zero attention to the way Bo gritted his teeth in pain. “What, you just happen to have a bunch of gauze pads and some fucking tape in your pocket? Answer me!”

Bo went rigid as the wave hit him, a snarl bubbling in his throat and curling his lips back from his teeth. He dimly felt the fresh scabs on his knuckles crack when he clenched his fists.

“Veep back off, back off.” Slater warned, touching Adam’s shoulder. But the damage had been done.

Bo lashed out, knocking Rose onto his back and swinging for the cheap seats. Axel grabbed Bo’s arms before he could really set into Adam, the burlier Alpha dragging him bodily off the vice president. Bo fought Curtis for a second, thrashing in his grip and snapping his teeth angrily at Rose. “Don’t touch me again don’t touch me don’t you fucking touch me!” Bo ranted, everything red-hot and fury because I am wounded and he’s strong and he’ll kill me unless I kill him.

“Dallas what the fuck?” Adam coughed, running a finger over his split lip. Even as the wave receded Bo felt vague satisfaction, knowing he’d rattled the normally cool and calm Alpha.

“Axel toldja’ not to, Veep. Bo ruts hard.” Heath sighed, giving Bo an apologetic look. “You okay man? How’s your stomach?”

“E-Empty. Hurts.” Bo grunted, tapping Curtis on the leg. “You can let me go now, it’s okay.”

Before Curtis could move though, Adam slammed a fist into Bo’s stomach. Axel yelled, “What the fuck, Veep?!” as Bo choked for breath, legs buckling underneath him.

“He attacked the Vice President!” Rose snapped.

“He’s in a fuckin’ rut, man, what the hell’s wrong with you?” Slater asked incredulously, kneeling beside the crumpled Bo. “Dallas? Yo, Dallas, stay with me!”

Bo just laid on his side, stomach twisting as the world faded in pulses around him. Asphalt grayed out beneath his head. He could feel the thunder of his heartbeat in his thigh, and then there was sudden pressure on the wound. Slater, it had to be Slater, that Beta was such a mom.

“Breathe for me, Dallas.” Heath said firmly. Bo hacked in a gasp of air after what felt like millennia and over his wheezing he heard Slater sigh with relief.

A black boot landed dangerously close to his head. “Fucking leave him, he’s too dangerous to have in the Legion. Attacking the V.P. is a fucking-”

“Rose, you sent him out during his rut! He’s not a fucking animal, man, he’s rutting and you got rough with him.” Curtis interrupted the Vice President angrily. “You know any other member would have turned this shit down if they were rutting; you have plenty of able-bodied assholes back at the clubhouse so why in the hell would you make Bo go out?”

“Enough.” Adam said curtly. “Every last act of insubordination is being fucking noted. If you two want to drag a carcass back to the clubhouse, by all means carry on. But my business is done here.”

Bo closed his eyes and dropped his head to rest on the ground, breathing quick and shallow. When Adam had brought his foot down Bo was certain he was about to be capped. He heard Rose’s bike start up with that odd hitch that it had and once the roar of it had faded off he opened his eyes again, smiling weakly up at Heath. “Thanks, den mom.”

Heath huffed at Bo’s teasing. Curtis laughed, seeming relieved. “Gave us a fuckin’ scare there, Bo. What really happened? I mean, now that the fucking twat crumpet is gone.” Adam, hailing originally from South Africa, had an accent that sounded very posh. That and his…uptight nature had earned him a few nicknames, twat crumpet being one of the favorites.

“He sent me out for Orton, you guys remember the shit Orton said the other day. It was goin’ okay, I wasn’t too fuzzy to get it done, y’know?” Bo paused. “Randy wrenched me pretty good with his knife, perfed me once I knocked his gun out of his hands. He was going for the back of my leg but I turned, so he went for my fuckin’ thigh instead. Dropped me and then he ran like a bitch. Didn’t even try to finish me off, didn’t take my bike, nothing.” Bo flapped a hand at his dead phone. “I was on red so I called medics.”

“That’s how you got patched up, yeah?” Heath asked, peeking at the padding under his hand.

“It was an Omega though, all alone an’ everything. She smelled amazing.”

Curtis snorted in disbelief. “You musta’ lost more blood than you thought, Bo, hallucinatin’ Omegas and shit. You woulda’ ripped them apart being how you are now.”

“I will swear to you up and down, I’ll swear on any of my tattoos, unaccompanied Omega and obviously I was reeking up the whole fuckin’ block.” Bo insisted. “She’d been trained, kept her eyes down and backed off when I warned her. It was fucking wild.”

“When you…oh yeah, the waves.” Heath pantomimed slapping himself on the forehead. “It’s been so long since I’ve dealt with that shit.”

“Lucky fuck.” Bo grunted, Axel nodding in agreement. Speak of the devil, Bo felt his stomach tense up again. “Ugh-”

“More?” Slater queried warily. “Do I need to take my hands off?”

“Nah you’re Beta, you’re Beta, you’re good, no threat no threat-” Bo broke out in a cold sweat, pressing a hand over Heath’s on his leg. “F-F-uck I can’t, I can’t–”

“Shh, you’re alright man, you’re alright. Give him some space, Axel.” Heath instructed calmly, making the Alpha take a few steps back. “Bo, you’re safe. Nothin’s gonna’ hurt you while we’re here, you’re safe.”

“I know, I know, I know.” Bo moaned, fingers digging into his leg. “I just–fuck, fuck fuck–”

“It’s only us here, Bo. Once this passes we’ll get you ho…what the hell is this shit now?” Curtis asked, sounding annoyed. Bo felt the pavement vibrate beneath his cheek, realized that the roaring wasn’t just in his ears.

An unfamiliar bike with a sidecar pulled into the lot, its lights off. “Axel,” Bo gasped, “Get over–h-here, behind me, dunno’ who’s on there, Axel!” The other Alpha had started off towards the bike, a hand already reaching for his pistol. Bo frantically clawed at Heath’s arm, trying to pull himself up. “Stop him Slater, Christ, what if it’s just some do-gooder from an RC?”

“It’s all good, Bo. Axel won’t shoot until he knows he’s fucked. He’s old-school when it comes to that.” Heath raised his voice. “Right, Axel?”

“Don’t fuckin’ scare them off, Jesus Christ.” Bo groaned. “It might be somebody from the Lones.”

“Hey Bo, you want an assist?” Curtis yelled from his spot beside the bike.

Bo raised his hand and flipped Axel off with all the strength he could muster. Heath started laughing. “He means ‘yes, please’.” The Beta called in reply.

“It’s President Corbin, is Dallas mid-wave?”

“No I’m good, I’m good.”

“He says he’s good, c’mon over.” Heath answered Axel, removing his hand from Bo’s leg. “Let’s sit you up, brother. That ground can’t be comfortable.”

It was well after four in the morning when Bo finally got home. Heath had been trained as a first responder “in another lifetime”, so he tried his best to keep up to date. Lord knows he was always fixing somebody up, from muffler burns to buddy-taping broken fingers. Bo at least knew he was in good hands as far as avoiding infections went.

His mind rolled back to the mystery Omega while he sat slumped in the sidecar of the Lone Wolves president’s bike, waiting for Heath and Curtis to haul him upright.

She had been so gentle with Bo, hadn’t struggled when he’d grabbed her. She never met his eyes, kept her voice as even as she could. Bo was struck by a sudden desire to know what color her eyes were, to know what she smelled like when she was happy. He instantly crushed the longing though. Thinking like that was what got Alphas into trouble these days, using the dumbest part of your brain to reason.

He wished he had gotten her name. Without an imprint it was hard to tell whether he had just been smelling fertile Omega because he was rutting and rutting hard, or whether he was smelling actual mate. He doubted he was that lucky.

Baron clasped his forearm before leaving, nodding to Heath and Curtis as Bo returned the gesture. “My Sarge, Roman, will bring your bike back. Act of goodwill between us, mainly so Prez Hunter doesn’t think we got skeevy on him or you. We heard about Orton.” The Lone Wolves had an uncanny knack for hearing everything. “We’d be more than happy to help out in that manhunt. If your president agrees, of course. I know we’re newly-joined.”

“Club business is club business. I’m sure Prez Hunter will be in touch though.” Heath said, sounding rueful. The Tail-Gunner was not overly fond of altercations, especially larger-scale ones.

The tattooed Alpha grinned, mirroring the wolf on his cut to an almost eerie point. “Very true. We’ll wait on his call. Keys, Dallas?”

“What’ll happen when Rose gives his report to the prez? Shit Heath, it don’t look good for me.” Bo said dejectedly as the Beta helped him into his apartment. Time to return to the real world.

“Curtis an’ I will vouch for you.” Heath made a noise of disbelief. “You think our prez would ignore the word of one of his best Enforcers and his TG? On the subject of his best Enforcer? No chance in hell, brother.”

…

When he saw her again almost two weeks later, he could barely believe it. But it was her, oh God it was her! She loitered in the doorway in street clothes, looking incredibly out of place. Well, as out of place as an unattended female Omega could look, in a biker bar swarming with Alphas and Betas.

Bo remembered he had legs after a minute and began trying to make his way across the room to the door. It was slow going, the room packed with men and women wearing both Lone Wolves and Lost Legion cuts. Plus his thigh was still more than cranky about his jerky movements. Naomi, an Alpha pledge, came running when Bo finally gave up and waved her over. “Heya’ sweetie, need a hand?” She asked above the din of the bar.

“Nah I just love making a fool of myself in front of the Omega who saved my ass the other night. Yes pledge, help clear a way to the fuckin’ door.” Bo softened his exasperated words with a grin, making Naomi laugh and wrap an arm around his waist.

“You got it, c’mon.”

The main meeting between the Lone Wolves and the Lost Legion had been a rather brief one. President Hunter, being in charge of the senior club for the area, hashed out details with President Corbin about how things were done in Legion territory.

Baron had apparently fucking gotten to his feet and applauded Hunter when he heard how the Legion handled their pledges, Alphas, Betas and Omegas. President Hunter had always been adamant on them being treated fairly. No malicious harassment of pledges was tolerated on any grounds, and anything he caught wind of was dealt with swiftly, usually by Bo or Curtis. They’d lost a handful of prospects that way but how Hunter put it was, “if you make the pledges fearful, you make their mates anxious, which makes them paranoid, which rips us apart. Treat your mates like queens or kings, treat your Omegas and your Betas like equals.”

Speaking of the Lones, President Corbin had sauntered up beside the unattended Omega while Bo had been making his way along. Corbin bent down so he could hear what she was saying and then straightened back up. Bo watched as keen eyes swept the room and then landed on him.

“Dallas!” Baron called in greeting, deep voice easily commanding the attention of the room. “The lady asks for you. Unless there’s another guy in here with three tears tattooed on his face?”

Bo, out of force of habit, tapped his index down on his facial tattoos. One for Dad, one for Mom, and one for big brother, all gone too soon. Baron inclined his head, gesturing to the Omega and then striding towards the bar.

“Wow, he’s stupid tall.” Naomi said quietly, making Bo snort.

“Probably Alpha parents. They make ‘em big these days.” Bo shrugged. “Like Prez Hunter, guy’s not that tall but he fills the doorway.” Upon finally arriving in front of the Omega (who had taken up staring at the floor), Naomi propped him up against the wall and winked before melting back into the crowd. “I never got the chance to thank you the other night for keeping my ass alive, and I gotta’ ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a rough place like this?” Bo questioned, doing his best to gentle out his tone.

He forgot whatever he’d been planning on saying when she finally raised her eyes to meet his for the first time and–

And.

The imprint kicked like a fucking mule, Bo was pretty sure if he hadn’t been shoulder to the wall he’d be on his ass. She didn’t seem to be faring much better, staring up at him with her mouth slightly ajar. She was…fucking gorgeous, this had to be a trick. There was no way, Alpha or not, that he could have possibly lucked out this hard. Mate.

A hand landed heavily on his shoulder and then Heath was pressing a shot glass into his hand and hers as well, entertainingly. “Cheers!” The lanky Beta smiled. He started laughing at the confused expression on Bo’s face. “Aw c’mon Dallas, like I wouldn’t notice a new ‘print happening right in front a’ me? Rhyno! Get over here!” Heath called over his shoulder.

“What’s your name? I’ve been looking for you.” Her voice sounded so much louder than everything else.

“Bo Dallas.” Bo replied, unable to tear his eyes away from her. “You’re uh…I mean, wow. This is…unexpected.”

“Not for me. Sorry about the other night.” She apologized, looking a little bashful. “My company doesn’t permit imprinting on the clock. Says it’s unprofessional. It was kind of a bear tracking you down, too. Omega nose and all. How’s your leg?”

Bo opened his mouth to answer and then Rhyno made his appearance, the broad Alpha flanking him. “Yeah Heath?”

“Lookit’ who just got themselves sorted out!” Heath sounded as excited as Bo felt. “He’s all grown up now, babe. It seems like only yesterday we were pledgin’ this scrawny mutt in and now look at him!” Heath continued proudly, rumpling Bo’s hair. “Never thought I’d see you paired, and with such a lovely gal!”

“Damn Slater, what a vote of confidence.” Bo remarked dryly, reaching out his hand to tug her close after she gamely downed her shot. Christ, Christ, she fit so perfect in his arms and the little sigh she let out when she snuggled in? Shit. There would be no contesting this imprint, that was for damn sure.

Rhyno let Heath pull him in for a hug, tolerating his mate’s over-affectionate ways with that calm sort of resignation that Bo had come to know the stoic Alpha for. Heath actually looked like he was about to get teary.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Again.” She said, making Bo chuckle.

“Sure is. I…” Bo trailed off as he realized that President Hunter was meandering his way through the crowd towards him and his new mate, stopping to talk to a few individuals along the way. He’d obviously caught wind of the imprinting and left his office to see the addition. Either that or he’d just smelled the Omega.

“Hoo boy, here comes the authority. Well, we’ll get outta’ your way. It was nice meetin’ you, hopefully we’ll see more of you?” Heath said quickly, shaking her hand while Rhyno held his fist out to Bo, who bumped it.

Bo couldn’t help but feel nervous. Hunter was nineteen different shades of Big Boss Alpha and God forbid he smell something wrong with their bond. Bo would sacrifice anything for his brothers in the club, but some things were harder to give up than others.

“Congratulations are in order, I heard.” Hunter said evenly when he’d maneuvered himself in front of them. Anyone who didn’t know him would think he was totally relaxed, posture loose and comfortable. But Bo knew better, could see the twitch of his fingers in the pockets of his vest. His heart sank. Hunter being fidgety was never a good sign. “I hope that you understand your duties to the club always come first.”

Bo nodded, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly on her hip. “Absolutely, President Hunter.” He answered, ducking his head in a show of respect.

“Alright then. Go take the night off. I remember my imprint.” Hunter ordered after a moment, his smile more genuine this time.

“But Prez, I needed Dallas to–” Of course it was Rose, of fucking course. Guy always seemed to come out of the fucking woodwork whenever something was going decently.

Hunter silenced the other man with a look. “You have other guys, Adam. Find someone else.”

Rose huffed out an angry breath, appearing like he was about to argue. Hunter gently took his arm and then not-so-gently hauled Rose off towards his office. Bo couldn’t believe that Adam had been about to talk club business right in front of someone who was obviously not part of the club. Christ, was there no end to his shit?

“That’s the guy from the other night, isn’t it?” She asked quietly, flushing when Bo looked down at her, startled. “I…I only pulled the truck around the side of the lot and then killed the engine. I wasn’t sure if I would need to call the police.” She shrugged, still keeping her voice down. “I’d only just found you, y'know? I’m kind of surprised you didn’t hear me when he punched you.”

Bo kissed her forehead, his brain still spinning with the fact that she was his and she had worried about him and she smelled like clean and some kind of flower, honeysuckle maybe. She nuzzled into his neck and Bo couldn’t help the noise he made. “You want to come back to my place? We’ve obviously got some things to take care of.” He was proud of how steady his voice was.

She smiled up at him and Bo felt like his insides were melting, he couldn’t help but almost smile back.

“You piece of garbage!” Rose fucking exploded. Bo didn’t even know where he came from, he just knew that Adam was furious and going to hurt her. Bo quickly shoved her bodily behind him, raising his fists as Adam stood there with his chest heaving. “Why the hell should you be the one to find your mate, and an Omega mate at that?” Rose snapped angrily.

Bo wanted to disappear. What the fuck was Rose doing? This was so embarrassing, not to mention club suicide! Attempting to have a physical altercation, in front of a room full of Lones? Shit, talk about infighting!

“You couldn’t even handle Orton properly, you miserable excuse for an Alpha!” And with that, Adam fucking lunged for him. Bo caught both his wrists and swung him into a bear hug from behind, squeezing the obviously irrational man tight enough to make his breath catch. Adam thrashed in his grip, trying to bite Bo’s arm. “Fuck you, fuck you she should be mine!” He snarled.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Rose?” Bo grunted in pain as Adam’s frantic motions made his thigh flare up. His mate (his mate!) was suddenly alongside him, a strong arm weaseling between his body and Adam’s to create some separation. Christ, of course she was strong. Bo knew he shouldn’t be getting excited about that in this day and age, Omegas weren’t exactly soft pets. That was history book shit, dictated by pompous Alphas to long-suffering Betas and Omegas.

It was still fucking sexy though.

“Enough.” Hunter’s ‘Alpha’ voice still made Bo freeze after all this time. Adam took the opportunity to rip an arm free and shove his mate violently, knocking the smaller Omega over.

She made a sound like she was hurt when she hit the floor and the next thing Bo knew Curtis, Hunter and Baron were wrestling him off of Adam. Bo began trying to stammer out an apology, not sure what had happened. His knuckles were busted open again.

Baron knocked their foreheads together, silencing him. “You protect your mate’s honor with your own, Dallas. There’s no shame in that.” The tall Alpha said calmly. “Let no person try shit and get away with it.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Bo replied shakily.

Hunter rumpled his hair after a tense second. “Fucking Dallas, what the hell am I gonna’ do with you?” At least the president sounded fondly exasperated, like he was dealing with one of his pups instead of his fully-grown Enforcer.

His Omega (his Omega!) all but wrapped herself around him and Bo worriedly checked her over before holding her tight. “You okay, doc?” She nodded into his chest. “Didn’t scare you, right?” A shake of her head this time. Bo sighed with relief, resting his cheek on top of her head.

Hunter got to his feet, hands tucked into the pockets of his vest. “And this shit is why we talk to our Wise Ones and chaplains on the fucking regular!” He said loudly to the room. “Never know how deep that crazy Alpha jealousy will fester in you before it eats you alive.”

“Hear hear.” Baron agreed. “Show’s over everyone. Whose ass was I kicking at darts?” The tattooed president’s dismissal of the situation was obvious, his own club members going back to their conversations or drinks almost immediately.

Naomi sidled up beside Bo and his mate(!), watching wide-eyed while Hunter and Curtis tried to scrape Rose off the floor. “Damn, remind me to not piss you off.”

His Omega-mate didn’t let go of Bo, even when they reached his bike outside. “This sucks.” She grumbled, making Bo snort.

“What sucks?”

“All these feelings! I’ve spent the past two weeks tearing my own hair out trying to find you, and now I do and some crazy Alpha is apparently still working under that ‘Omegas as property’ mindset. ‘She should be mine’.” She mimicked Rose, squeezing Bo and then letting go of him. “I wanted to yank his throat out for touching you. That’s kind of surreal for me, Bo. I’m not exactly a…well, I’m not very aggressive.”

“You wanted to protect me. It’s healthy. I’m yours now, after all.” Bo pointed out. “I hope you wouldn’t expect me to stand by while somebody manhandled you.”

“God no, I’m just…I hope I’ll be able to control it.” She seemed worried, staring at the ground.

Bo tipped her chin back up so he could see her eyes. “Hey. You’re a beautiful, strong, brave Omega. All those things come before the Omega part. You would be this way even if you were a Beta or an Alpha. It’s obviously who you are, not what your secondary is. I am…I’m glad that you can call me yours, and I can call you mine. I was hoping…” Bo paused, clearing his throat nervously. “I mean, since the other night I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, but I never thought that it was because I was supposed to have you, y’know? I figured it was wishful thinking, what the heck could I have done to deserve someone as pretty or caring as you were?”

She bit her lip and then smiled. “But now?”

“Oh I’ve got an uphill battle ahead of me here, doc. The first skirmish is you climbing up behind me on my bike. Interested?”

…

Bo didn’t care about the stinging in his thigh from the ride over, didn’t care about the fact that his knuckles were all freshly scraped from walloping the shit out of Adam’s face. Because she was here, in his apartment, her hand down his leathers, palming his dick. Shit, he’d had his rut two weeks ago but Bo felt like he could go a fresh round.

“Do you track your heat?” He gasped. Most Omegas did but assuming was never a good idea.

She nodded. “I have three weeks.”

“Mm, good. Can’t wait. If you want me there, of course.” Bo did his best to adopt an unaffected tone. He knew he’d failed when she started giggling at him.

“What the heck are you going to do if I don’t want you there, Bo? Mope around with your buddies?” She asked, still snickering. The whole time her hand continued to stroke over his cock, maddeningly slow and gentle. She was teasing and it was driving the Alpha absolutely wild. There had been other girls a few times, when he was rutting and it got to be too much. But he’d never felt this good just by having someone barely fucking touch him.

“You’re the best, you know that?” He said conversationally. She puffed out a breath and Bo pulled her a little closer, pulled her to his chest again. “Nobody’s ever gotten a reaction like this out of me, even during my rut.”

“Really? Not for lack of trying, I’d imagine.” She joked. Bo shook his head.

“I wanted to wait for my mate. For you. I was weak during the rut, though. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it okay?” She said quietly. “Trust me, if there was a way I could have safely engaged with someone during my heat you can bet your ass I would have because holy shit, I just get so sensitive.”

“Do you…” Bo hesitated, unsure if he should bring it up. “Do you think I’ll be able to uh. Handle you? I’ve never been with a first timer, don’t want to fuck up.”

“We’ll do our homework. This is of course assuming you don’t have any sort of business that calls you away while I’m in heat.”

Bo rumbled in his chest. “After tonight, I sincerely doubt that’ll be an issue. President Hunter is usually pretty lenient about first mate heats.”

Her smile was fucking brilliant, it made Bo’s insides twist and ache with longing. “I want you to be there, Bo.”

Bo hummed, unable to help the goofy grin that he hated so much. The other Alphas in the club always teased him about it, said he had ‘that soft, Beta smile’. He did his best to avoid smiling, or if he did it was brief, out of the corner of his mouth or something. He hadn’t smiled for real in ages, but this was definitely a special occasion. Bo unbuttoned the button on her jeans, raising his eyebrow in a silent question.

“Please.” She answered him, exhaling in a little gasp when he slid a hand into her jeans, into her panties.

“Oh.” Bo said eloquently, her aroused scent hitting him like a Mack truck. The next thing he noticed was how fucking wet she was, she’d soaked through her panties and her slick had pooled, a hot little mess in those impossibly tight jeans. “Take my dick out of my leathers.” He ordered, hissing when she looked up at him. Her pupils were blown wide as fuck, she looked drunk on him and if that wasn’t the hottest shit he’d seen he would eat his fucking bandanna. He repeated himself and she obeyed, struggling with the buttons on his old-style placket for a second or two.

Once his cock was free Bo removed his hand from her panties, silencing her protesting whine when he stroked his cock with her fresh slick. Her mouth went slightly slack again, like when they’d imprinted. “Oh.” She fucking crooned to him and Bo’s hand faltered, stopping entirely when her fingers twined through his hair and dragged him down to kiss her. He’d always been receptive to girls tugging his hair, he found it more than attractive when they wanted him to the point where they would start being demanding. This was something new though, he felt almost powerless to resist her.

Alpha, yeah, but Omega? Fuck yes.

“Mate me, mate me, mate me.” She chanted, murmuring the words into his mouth while she shoved his jacket off his shoulders.

Bo dragged his shirt over his head, hating that he had to break their kiss to do so. “Bedroom, move it.” He managed to say, “Get these tight fucking pants off, I love them but get them off want to touch you everywhere.” He growled in approval when she obeyed again. “Good girl. I’m yours now, remember that. Anytime you need anything, I am more than willing-” The rest of his elaborate speech went out the window when she pulled her shirt off and left herself in her bra and panties in front of him. “Oh. Fuck.” Bo choked instead, making her hitch out a breathless giggle. At least she seemed to find his awkwardness charming instead of…well, fucking awkward. “Look at you, look at you. Oh my God, Omega.”

She spoke with her body now, probably too far gone in her mating haze to articulate. Bo definitely wasn’t complaining, loving the way she squirmed beneath him when he pinned her to the door of his bedroom. Her hand wrapped around his own on the door’s handle, her mouth begging for more kisses, more of his tongue pressing past her lips and stroking her own in an apt echo of what he was about to do to her. Bo couldn’t help but surrender to the urge, dropping to his knees after tucking his cock back into his leathers and licking eagerly at the soaking wet area on her panties.

She whimpered, burying her fingers in his long brown hair as he teased her with long, firm strokes of his tongue. She was the best thing he’d ever tasted and Bo found himself dragging those slick little panties down and abandoning them there in the hallway so he could have unimpeded access to the pussy that belonged to his mate, she was his.

Like an Alpha of old he claimed her with his tongue first, delving into her cunt with enough purpose to make her buck her hips against his face. His tongue lapped over her clit and then he gently closed his lips around it, loving the helpless way her legs trembled on either side of his head while he mated her with his mouth. “Omega.” He growled against her clit, feeling her whole body fucking quake when he pressed rapid fire kisses to her sensitive nub.

She begged without words, her fingers digging into his hair. She was close, Bo could feel her pulse pounding just beneath her skin, could practically smell her release, her thighs tensing and then she came, fuck. With the sexiest noise he’d heard in his life, it was some hungry, high-pitched growl, totally feral and definitely attractive.

Bo’s dick strained at his placket and he staggered upright, finally opening the door behind her and carrying her to his bed. He still hadn’t stripped his leathers and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to, his patience a bit thin at this point. Bo threw up a silent prayer for more pliability than usual and stroked the hair back from her face, drawing her attention to him. She looked feverish and his head spun as he tried to picture what she would be like during her fucking heat.

“My mate, do you still need me?” He could barely get the words out in some tone that wasn’t an animal snarl, but he wanted to do this shit right. She nodded frantically and Bo took a deep breath. “I need you to tell me. I need you to say it.” The part of his brain that wasn’t totally Alpha-fucked right now practically demanded verbal consent. If she wasn’t…all there because she was in first-mate haze and she regretted letting him claim her before her heat…well, shit, he would never forgive himself.

“P-Please, Bo, please, Alpha, mate, please, please, mate me, please, Bo, I need you, I need you–” She fucking rambled, hips pressing up to his leathers and making little tick-tock motions against his aching cock.

“Ah, f-uck, okay, okay.” Bo soothed her into lowering her hips, continuing to murmur okay, okay, you’re okay. He wasn’t sure how bad it would hurt her, or whether it was anything like when he had his rut and felt like he was going out of his fucking mind and he didn’t even care who or what or where just let him fight someone or fuck someone. “Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re so fucking brave, letting me have you like this.” He praised and she smiled up at him, fingers carding through his now hopelessly-tangled locks.

“I’ll be okay.” She was still coherent enough to speak instead of just frenzy-ramble and that eased Bo’s conscience somewhat.

He wiggled his wallet free of his back pocket and pulled out a condom. “I haven’t been tested. Don’t uh…in case I have something, you know.” He didn’t know why the fuck he was explaining himself, she obviously knew what fucking condoms were for.

“Bo.” She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss his forehead. All sweet and innocent-like.

Bo’s throat felt rough all of a sudden and he ducked his head, busying himself with tearing the foil and sliding the condom onto his cock. “So since this is our first time, I just…I mean, I don’t know if I’ll uh. Knot you. Or not knot you. If I do and it hurts too much just tell me and I’ll…” Bo paused. What the hell would he do? He couldn’t exactly disengage at that point. “I guess I’ll figure something out so it hurts less.” He said finally.

She rolled her eyes at him, huffing out a breath. “You do realize that anatomically-correct toys exist, right? I think I’ll be okay. Please. Please please please I promise I’m ready.”

Anatomically-correct toys. Bo had to fucking rein himself in for a second, that visual a little too potent. “Noted.” With that incredibly succinct reply, he began the careful process of claiming her anew. She keened into his ear, fingers digging into his leathers as he did his damnedest to keep himself under control, keep from hurting her, his mate. When he was fully sheathed he exhaled what felt like a year’s worth of air, his hair all in his face and shifting while he panted. She was practically thrumming around his cock, her hips undulating at random beneath him.

“Oh God, Bo!” She whimpered, her voice absolute music to his ears because she didn’t sound like she was in pain, she sounded fucking amazing. Like mate, like Omega, like his, welcoming him into her arms. She’d been waiting for him.

Bo groaned and kissed her over and over with every thrust, knowing even as he did it that it was probably obnoxious, but he couldn’t help it. The Alpha part of him bayed approval at his hungry motions, every lick and nip on her neck and collarbone calming down the worry that he would hurt her. He couldn’t, he would never. He was built to keep her safe, sated. More than willing to do whatever he needed to as a trade for her affection, for the kisses that she gave so freely and the body she surrendered to him.

He felt his knot start to swell, condom stretching tight at the base. “I’m gonna’ knot you.” He grunted. “If you don’t want me to, say so now, because otherwise we’ll be kind of stuck for a while.”

“Bo, I’m-” She tossed her head, hips bucking up to forcibly grind her mound against his pelvis. Bo swore under his breath. “My tits, please, please, Bo, I need–” She begged disjointedly, her hands curling into fists in his sheets.

Bo got the gist of what she was trying to say, lowering his head to drag his tongue over the hot peak of her right breast. “Mm, like that? You gonna’ come for your Alpha?” He mumbled around his mouthful, grinning when she cried out. “That’s right, hell yeah you are, let me hear you. My Omega. Omega-mate, come on me so I can knot you fucking good.” He rolled his hips sharply and she arched off the bed, pitching against him as she crested.

Aided by the extra slick from her orgasm, Bo’s knot slid past her tight entrance and then engaged fully, making her moan and tremble. Bo choked in a breath at the sensation, closing his eyes and just feeling the way she gripped him, the way she shuddered for him. He came with a loud growl of satisfaction, the growl turning into a drawn-out groan as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, tight to his chest. “You okay?” He got out once he’d managed to stop rumbling.

“Uh-huh.” She sighed in content, tucking her face into his shoulder.

“Fuck, I should have taken my leathers off.” Bo grimaced ruefully, lifting himself with one arm and carefully maneuvering her onto her side so he could lay down next to her. They laid there silently for a few minutes, both of them still panting, their legs all tangled. She started laughing first, trying to sort his frazzled mess of hair back into some semblance of order. Bo joined in after a minute, more out of relief that he hadn’t fucked up and she was alright.

“Thank you. That was…I mean, wow.” She said between giggles, kissing the tip of his nose. “How long until your…um, until we’re unstuck?”

Bo knew shy was probably a dumb look for him to have at this point in time. “Not exactly sure. I’ve never knotted inside anyone before so…I guess we’ll find out.”

“How’s your thigh?”

“Stings a little. I’ll live.”

“Hey.” She cupped his chin, making him look at her. “You know, I think I like it when you smile. It makes me feel happy.”

“Really?” Bo could feel the beginnings of another smile tugging at his mouth. He didn’t bother to fight it this time. “Thank you. I’m…I’m glad you do. Some of the guys say I’ve got a Beta smile.”

“You have a you smile. I’ll kick them in the teeth.” She yawned, snuggling into his chest.

Bo kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for picking me.”

“Thanks for getting stabbed so I could find you.”

“Oh yeah, anytime.”

#marine five made me cry laughing #alphabiker!bo #bo dallas/ofc #biker!au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #a/b/o dynamics #that movie was so inaccurate i could die #thirst party saturday #welcome to hell everyone

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Me and some friends came up with a Really Awful (GREAT) au, where things hurt and Gon turns dark side. I’m posting the partially edited chat log instead of summarizing ‘cause I’m lazy af, but this will be added to my Verse’s list. I just have to think of a tag

If you’re interested in RPing something from this sorta AU, please hit me up, I’d absolutely love to.

gabriel the gondad - gon is the PERFECT example of someone who could have ended up REally, REAALLLY dark but didnt, out of sheer luck of his upbringing

can - yeah, and if he went to hisoka for training oh my gosh

Café con Leche - ^^ OMG i'd love to read that

can - the poor boy would do a 180

gabriel the gondad - c h r i s t please? ? ? henckin??? ohhh man fucknign please i LOVE hisoka corrupting gons morals i love gons morals being corrupted but i love hisoka doing it even more chefs kiss and Poor Killua watching his light turn black and ugly

Café con Leche - omg yes it would corrupt him so much cain what if he tries to kill Hisoka

can - and that would make killua go back to his family

gabriel the gondad - O h h h h

can - omg

gabriel the gondad - oh this is good

can - WHAT IF HE CORRUPTS GON SO MUCH THAT

Café con Leche - OH MY GOS

can - GON STANDS IN BETWEEN THEM TO PROTECT HISOKA

gabriel the gondad - DFDF

Café con Leche - WHAT IF

gabriel the gondad - GUCK

Café con Leche - YES BUT ALSO lISTEN what if Hisoka completely fucks killua up And Gon walks in and just looks at him

gabriel the gondad - and doesnt care

Café con Leche - all bloody on the ground YES

can - YESSS

gabriel the gondad - "You did this to yourself, Killua."

Café con Leche - And Killua weeps and reaches out for him

gabriel the gondad - and gon Leaves

can - And then cue illumi like "see this is why i said assassins dont have friends"

Café con Leche - Illumi saves him

gabriel the gondad - C H RI ST

Café con Leche - and Killua goes back home clad in darkness AND OMG WHAT IF FUCKING ALLUKA TRIES TO PERSUADE GON

gabriel the gondad - C H R I S T ALLUKA NO oh o h n o what if killua makes a wish

Café con Leche - OOOH oh my god what if his wish brings Gon back but gon realizes what he's done

gabriel the gondad - gon still REmembers and he wont forgive himself

Café con Leche - and he can bear to live with himself BUT he has to save killua

gabriel the gondad - ooooooooo c hrist c h r i s t the Drama the Pain I Love It

Café con Leche - and hisoka and illu just keeps trying to keep tem corrupted them* and gon sees killua again and killua is just ice cold, dead in the eyes

gabriel the gondad - WHAT IF.... KILLUA.. yes Y E S

Café con Leche - and gon knows its all his fault it's like kite all over again f uck

can - and hisoka is like, "this is why you shouldn't put your faith in other people~ only live for yourself and your own pleasures"

Café con Leche - Hisoka whispering in Gon's ear how it's all his fault and he should just accept it

gabriel the gondad - this is,, So Good im eating my own fist OK BUT LISTEN CONSIDER hisoka telling gon "this is your fault. this is why you should live for only yourself" and gon turns around and punches hisoka in the face with as much nen as he can muster and says "if i live for myself, I'm killing you first." bc hisokas the one. that did this to him

can - hisoka would be LIVID And all hisoka has to say once Gon is dead is "Pity~ He wasn't nearly as ripe as I'd hoped. Such a waste."

Café con Leche - Imagine if killua just watches Gon and Hisoka slowly but surely once he sees Gon near death he's returning to some of his consciousness and he cant live without his light and Illumi fucking loses it

gabriel the gondad - c h r i s t ohhh my god

Café con Leche - illumi tries to kill hisoka gabriel the gondad - im Suffering ok but illumi would win b/c hisoka would already be injured from his fight w gon

can - Hisoka would retreat after that he aint dumb

Café con Leche - illumi would chase after him

gabriel the gondad - illumi wouldnt fuckn Let Him

Café con Leche - make it his life mission to kill him jesus this got dark

gabriel the gondad - YOU DONT SAY

Café con Leche - imagine Ging seeing his son so messed up

gabriel the gondad - o h IMAGINE MITO

Café con Leche - mito would blame ging it's his fault he wanted to be a hunter his fault he wasnt there for him

gabriel the gondad - ffffffffuuuuuck ok but, where gon doesnt die he beats hisoka in his fight

can - "Kill me, and you'll be just like me~"

gabriel the gondad - and he takes killua with him, and they leave, and they go to ging, and gon says "please help me, i dont know what to do any more" gon doesnt kill him hes Very Particuar about that breaks both his legs, rips an arm off, whatever it takes but doesnt Kill him illumi can have that right, if he wants it

Boopi - oh

gabriel the gondad - HI BOOPI WEVE BEEN. PLOTTING

Boopi - plotting about wut- e.e

gabriel the gondad - plotting about corruption

Boopi - corruption- i- see- exiTS

gabriel the gondad - BOOPI NO COME B A C K

Boopi - corruption and alluka can not be within the same conversatioN-

gabriel the gondad - listen alluka is the one who fixes everything shes still pure and wholesome

Boopi - okay so what i understand is gon is all dark and moody and killua is suffering more gon x hisoka new evil double duo illumi and killua bonding and alluka flies down from the heavens as an angel to fix everything and re-create killugon

gabriel the gondad - she tries to recreate killugon but you cant erase the past so its still all fucked up and moody

Boopi - does trying make it w orse cause what a twist

gabriel the gondad - i meannnn,,,, define worse

Boopi - dang is this au that dark

gabriel the gondad - :^)

Boopi - if everyone is gonna be dark/angst/whatever this is i am perfectly okey with this sad/wise alluka ftw

gabriel the gondad - if by worse you mean it hurts, because one of the possibilies is gon and killua die but also the possibilty they win the fight against hisoka and have to deal with the fallout of all their decisions and wrongdoings or would worse be they never speak again, and both continue along their paths of killing and being perfect imitations of hisoka and illumi

Boopi - omg allu's stuck in-between

gabriel the gondad - :^) i, personally, think that killua would make a wish to fix everything but nanikas power isnt omnipotent all she can do is get gon to realize where he fucked up and from there, its up to him to try and fix it (whether or not he can is a completely different story.)

Boopi - okay so how would alluka act with everything's different? shouldn't she be affected by it too

gabriel the gondad - THATS. ALSO SOMETHIN I WAS WORRIED ABOUT

can - i mean

Boopi - maybe not nanika, but allu

can - she probably will lose her brother and get locked up again

Café con Leche - AND KILLUA DOESNT CARE AAAAAAAAAAAAH

gabriel the gondad - yeah, unless she escapes she'll prob get locked up again

Boopi - if killua doesn't care then illumi is free to do whatever

gabriel the gondad - id say its possible that,, killua does what he can to free her so he can still have one light in the world like, before he goes back to the family, he hides alluka away

can - if killua calls her something bad like

Boopi - "it"

can - "that thing isnt apart of the family"

Café con Leche - Illumi: So Killua, what do we do with "it"? Killua: .. Do whatever u want jesus but yes i hear u gabe¨

Boopi - can you even imagine a dark alluka

gabriel the gondad - n o

Café con Leche - ALLUKA

gabriel the gondad - not my gentle sweet sunshine

can - y es

gabriel the gondad - n o N O

Café con Leche - gets corrupted cuz she loses HER light

can - she will giggle when she kills ppl

Boopi - just an alluka that's lost hope and enjoys the killing

Café con Leche - omg omg boopi what if Alluka get's corrupted and starts killing because she wants to be useful to Killua

Boopi - alluka or nanika? or both

Café con Leche - both

Boopi - bOTH

Café con Leche - Alluka tells Nanika to kill people and then asks Killua to pat her head aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Boopi - just imagine Alluka's holding [insert character name]'s head here "Killua... Pat my head and tell me I'm a good girl..." and she just creepily smiles while walking towards him with the head casually omg i srry

Café con Leche - omg what if one day she's like "Killua... Want Gon to die?"

gabriel the gondad - O H

Boopi - cHILL wi dark alluka refers to herself like she's an object t h o

can - O H M Y GOD

Café con Leche - ......... oh my go d

can - "I'm an object that you can use, big brother~"

gabriel the gondad - this got a w f u l l y dark

Boopi - "Do not worry over my feelings, big brother. I feel nothing. It feels nothing." geebus christ

Café con Leche - imagine kurapika's roll in this

gabriel the gondad - O H pika watching gon turn into the exact type of person he despises just like the troupe trained by an ex-troupe member killing for sport, just to get stronger, just to prove he can kill them

Café con Leche - oMG

gabriel the gondad - OH WHAT IF.... HISOKA..... TELLS.... GON.... TO... kill his old friends

Café con Leche - kp is a maffia boss right.... What if Killua get's a mission to assassinate him..

Boopi - nO not the friends pls

gabriel the gondad - LSTIEN GON KILLING LEORIO

Boopi - NU

can - AAAAAAAA

Café con Leche - yas

Boopi - NOT THE OREO

gabriel the gondad - walks Right Up to leorio, nen out and boiling like it was with pitou and oreo, poor oreo, laughing, trying to understand whats wrong

Café con Leche - Gabe gabe gabe even worse he crushes his hands, makes him unable to ever become a doctor

gabriel the gondad - hmmm good angst, but also, i feel like, gons goal would be to Remove leorio as a tie

Café con Leche - Sasuke style

gabriel the gondad - i never watched shippuden :0

Boopi - sasuke tried to sever all his old bonds i think

gabriel the gondad - yeah basically that kill everyone who was important to you, so they cant be used against you gon, punching a hole through leorios ribcage, becase he doesnt have killuas technique of ripping the heart out so he just obliterates it instead leorio dying and looking up at gon and saying "i forgive you”

Boopi - stop you're hurting me

gabriel the gondad - leorio WOULD forgive him tho this got really out of hand, really fast

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