#so the next thing you know your sobbing in the passenger seat thinking “WHERE THE FUCK AM I???

[bruja1837]

Random Rant #1

((Flavor of the day: a base of “people enjoy many different things and it’s wonderful how unique people can be!” mixed with a bucket load of “it’s ok if your interests/range of knowledge isn’t that diverse because it’s YOUR life and YOU get to decide the comfort hyperfixation/special interest!” Since ADHD brain decided to put a bookmark on the original thought because it remembered a very specific bs extrovert opinion and decided that it must die by my blade.)) ((edit. Tagging led to what is essentially a second post about ADHD train of thought)) 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 ❤️GO WILD! YOUR INTERESTS AND LIFESTYLES DONT NEED TO BE TRAPPED IN A SINGLE NICHE! don't get me wrong, If you got a hyperfixation or some kind of specific thing that brings you joy than power to ya! Im not saying you gotta branch out into things you aren't interested in to have "well rounded interests". trust me, I’ve been on the other end of that conversation plenty a times, and I STILL don’t give a fuck about learning about stuff that I’m not interested in so I can be the fucking circus clown and entertain strangers in conversation!

🧡 Counterpoint: if you wanna info dump to me about something you like I WILL LITERALLY TAKE NOTES AND LOVE YOU ALL THE MORE FOR IT! BECAUSE WHILE IT MAY NOT BE ON MY MIND, ITS CLEARLY SOMETHING THATS IMPORTANT TO YOU AND IM HONORED THAT YOU TRUST ME ENOUGH TO BE COMFORTABLE OPENING UP ABOUT YOURSELF!!! But the fact of the matter is, I’m not learning about recent trends for the sole purpose of making conversation with random people at the dollar store. Especially if I’m likely to never see them again.

💛This isn’t a jab at people who are “hip” and “with the times” btw, it’s just not my cup of tea, so it’s weird to learn stuff for a possible conversation that I’m unlikely to have since I’m an ambrivert and thus not the type to go out of my way and partake in small talk with people I don’t know. But if I DO make a friend who’s reliably up to date, I will absolutely use them for updates (this is a tribute to the time I had to ask “what the FUCK is a “poggers”???” )

🧡Helpful tip. if you wanna continue having a conversation with someone, and they talk about something you don’t know about, all you have to say is “interesting, tell me more” . YOU DONT NEED TO PLAY A BINGO GAME WITH A GOOGLE WHEEL OF FORTUNE! If you wanna START a conversation, #1 coming to me for advice was a horrible decision really, and #2 JUST GO WITH WHAT YOU KNOW! If you get a negative response (they mock you for not knowing stuff) DITCH THEY ASS! IT AINT WORTH IT! ❤️I'm just saying you should enjoy things that make you happy without worrying if it's imperfect! YOU CAN BE A JUMBLED MESS OF A BEING! YOU CAN BE SIMPLE AND STREAMLINED! YOU CAN BE THE TRAIN ON A FEW TRACKS CRASHING THROUGH EVERYTHING IN YOUR WAY! DECORATE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WITH THAT ONE CONFORT INTEREST! HAVE EVERYTHING YOU OWN BE A CONTRADICTING MESS OF EVERYTHING YOUVE LOVED OVER THE YEARS! ITS YOUR LIFE AND YOU GET TO DECIDE WHERE YOU SOURCE YOUR SEROTONIN! PICK WHATEVER BRAND/FLAVOR OF SEROTONIN YOU LIKE! IGNORE STUPID ELITISTS WHO SAY YOU SHOULD PICK THE BRAND WITH LESS HAPPY CHEMICAL VALUE! ONLY CHOSE EXPENSIVE BRANDS (either literal money or metaphorical energy tax) IF YOU LIKE THE FLAVOR AND/OR COMES WITH GOOD INVESTMENT! JUST BECAUSE YOUR TIME HAS TICKED CLOSER TO THE END DAYS DOESNT MEAN YOU CANT KEEP RAKING IN SEROTONIN! PAINT THE WALLS LIKE SHERBERT ICECREAM! GET A PINK LEPORD PRINT COUCH! STARE DOWN THE IGNORANT FOOL JUDGING YOU IN THE TOY ISLE! KNOW THAT THEY HAVE GIVEN UP ON THEIR CHILDHOOD DREAMS AND WILL NEVER HAVE THE LEGO SET YOU FINALY HAVE!

#Idk how to do the thing where you can hyperlink parts of a post so you can skip directly to the next thought/click for more #so I used different emoji’s for different bookmarks of thought #welcome to the train of thought of a loving dumbass with ADHD #as you can see. The train does not suddenly appear at different stations #it merely has multiple interconnecting tracks #just because the train has changed tracks; that doesn’t mean the original track is lost #you just need to circle back to it. Unfortunately it’s easy to get lost. So it’s actually more like a subway #all the interconnecting rails on a stupidly confusing map makes it easy to get lost #so the next thing you know your sobbing in the passenger seat thinking “WHERE THE FUCK AM I??? #I WAS SUPPOSED TO ARRIVE AT MY STOP 3 HOURS AGO!!!” #ADHD #inspiration #rant #rant post #infodumping #istg infodumping is my love language or smthin #interest #Now I’m discussing how to wisely spend serotonin finances? What happened to this post- #Bruja1837

[sanakiras]

TREAT YOU BETTER

PAIRING — lee chan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 3.7k

SYNOPSIS — your boyfriend of five months has been treating you like hell, and one of your closest friends, lee chan, refuses to let it go on any longer, taking matters into his own hands.

TAGS — college au, best friends to lovers, cheating, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, mentions of reader struggling with low self-esteem, cheesy stuff, yes i did come up with this after accidentally listening to treat you better by shawn mendes, this didn’t turn out as good i hoped it would but oh well!

NOTE — first fic here. he looks so good in the wait m/v so i wanted to write something for him :D my beloved

the slam of the door behind you rings through your ears. you try to wipe your cheeks dry, hoping you don’t look like the tearful mess you are.

your voice feels raw from yelling for the past hour or so. it’s been going like this for the past two months at least twice a week, and you’re exhausted because of it.

as the rain pours, you notice the familiar car driving towards you, bright lights feeling heavy on your eyes. you open the door without hesitation to let yourself sink into the passenger’s seat, taking a few deep breaths, all without looking at the driver.

but the quiet sobs escaping you are enough to give it away.

chan has his one arm leaning on top of the steering wheel, the other gently touching your shoulder to make you look at him, but you refuse.

“i’m fine,” you stutter out, sniffing from the cold, “really.”

of course you’re not fine. both of you are more than aware of the toxicity of the situation. you getting into arguments with your boyfriend several times a week, resulting in you calling chan and staying over at his apartment for a night, only to hear you make it up to the guy the next day when you weren’t even in the wrong to begin with.

“we have a different definition of that, then.”

“it was just an argument. we’ll work it out in a couple hours.”

“it’s not normal.” he says, trying to get it through your thick skull without raising his voice. “it’s not normal, baby.”

you sniff, trying to somehow get rid of the pain beating against your forehead. “he can be so mean, and then… then he’s so sweet again.”

chan wants to rip his hair out of his head. five fucking months of this have passed at this point, and he doesn’t know how much more of it he can take. he’s not sure how to handle the situation the right way, either.

he’s been in love with you for years. years. since sophomore year in high school. it was never his intention to fall in love with you, nor did he think he would, but he did, and god did he fall hard. embarrassingly hard.

nevertheless, he was always too afraid to make a move. too afraid that you’d reject him and he’d be out of your life forever like he was never there in the first place.

but he’s grown up now. third year of university, twenty-two years old, longer hair, a leather jacket and a solid bunch of experiences. some great, some he’d rather forget.

and so five months ago, he’d finally mustered the courage. he was finally going to own up to his feelings and tell you the truth.

only for you to excitedly come up to him, telling him you’re seeing this guy. and it made his heart sink in his chest, but he pushed his feelings to the side for your happiness.

or so he tried.

your boyfriend treats you like shit. he was sweet in the beginning — they always are.

then the cracks in the façade started to show.

it’s not that you don’t see it. you do — but it’s difficult to leave when someone knows just how to keep you where they want you. every time you tell yourself you’re gonna break up with him, he sweet-talks you and says things can be fixed, and that going through a rough patch is normal.

but chan knows better.

he just needs you to know better as well.

it breaks his heart to see his favorite person let herself get hurt like this. he becomes a little more torn with every sob leaving your body, every tear spilling from your eyes.

he gently puts the buds of his fingertips on your chin and jaw, slowly turning your face to him so he can look you in the eye.

the tears are still quietly running down your cheeks, your face numb, now devoid of any emotion, ashamed to have him see you in this state.

“you’re killing yourself like this.” he whispers, voice laced with concern. “he’ll never make you happy.”

you sniff from your breakdown. “maybe it’s me. maybe i just need to stop giving him such a hard time—”

“don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“please, chan, just… just go and get me somewhere else. all i need is some breathing space — please.” you beg him.

he wants to scream, wants to tell you to break up with him for good, wants to walk into that damn house and do it himself — but he can’t.

instead, he obliges, driving you to his place.

his cozy one-person apartment feels like the best place in the world to you — the one place where you can get away from everything else.

you watch chan as he locks the door behind him, then leaning against it for a moment as he watches you sit on the armrest of the soft chair. “you okay? want some tea?”

the corners of your lips curl up at the suggestion. he knows you awfully well. “that’d be great.”

his lashes flutter before he nods, kicking his shoes off by the door.

once he’s busy in the kitchen, you bite your lip as you recall the way he softly talked to you in the car, eyes trailing past the curves of his arms and the sharpness of his jawline.

he’s dated more than you have. not much in high school, but definitely during the past three years he’s spent at college. though it doesn’t surprise you. he has such warmth to him, with the beautifully infectious sound of his laughter, that big smile and some of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

it wasn’t until recently you began to see him in a different light. whenever you saw him with a new girl, arm around her waist or over her shoulders, you secretly imagined yourself next to him more than once. you can’t believe you didn’t take notice of how handsome he was before.

but you’re too much of a coward to tread over that line of friendship, too much of a coward to see if maybe, just maybe, your feelings are requited.

“wanna stay here for a while?” he asks, hoping you’ll at least spend the night here before you go back to your boyfriend, as you’ve done countless times before.

“yeah. don’t feel like going back yet.” you smile, trying to somewhat make light of the situation.

“then don’t.”

you sigh at his response. “it’s not that easy.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t wanna throw something away the second things get hard.”

“there’s a difference between hard and unbearable. your case is the latter.”

feeling backed into a corner, even though he hardly means to do so, you turn the topic on him. “you’ve had some rough experiences with past girlfriends too and you stuck around.”

god. if only you knew he ended up leaving them because he never enjoyed being with them as much as he enjoyed being with you. “you’d be surprised.” he mutters under his breath, pouring two cups of tea, making yours exactly as he knows you like.

when you stay quiet, he tries to think of a way to get it through your head that you need to break up with your resident ass of a boyfriend.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“what’s it going to take for you to leave him?”

the question makes you look up before using a tone that almost sounds like you’re scolding him. “chan.”

“i’m serious. he’s treating you like shit. you call me crying every week.”

“it’s just—”

“no, it’s not ‘just a tough time’. you know it isn’t.” he interrupts, jaw clenched tight but voice controlled. he will not yell at you like that piece of trash does. “he’s a controlling, manipulative asshole. it’s not gonna get better. if anything, he’ll just treat you worse in the future.”

“yeah, well, not all of us have people lined up.”

the words have left your mouth before you can comprehend it, leaving you to lower your head in regret. not that it’s any less true. to you, anyway.

“what, and i do?”

“don’t you?”

he’s not sure what baffles him more — you thinking that he’s got girls lined up to date him or you thinking that you don’t have anyone else out there that would be willing to date you.

“what’s this really about?” he sits down on the empty coffee table, facing you directly. “what does my dating life have to do with yours?”

“nothing — it doesn’t. i never said it did.”

“then why the comment about me having people lined up? which i don’t, by the way.”

the answer sits at the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it without looking away from him. “maybe not. but at least you won’t end up alone. i can’t say the same for myself.”

and there it is. the sole reason you’re still with the guy. your crippling fear of ending up alone, your heavy insecurity that makes you believe no one could possibly want you.

the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt — but he’d rather have you suffer through your first heartbreak than end up with someone who walks all over you like a doormat.

“please don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but if you think that low of yourself, you’re a little stupid.”

the comment makes you snort. “well, it’s certainly fitting.”

he wipes some of your half-dried tears away, his one hand remaining to cup your cheek, an alarmingly intimate gesture.

“aside from the fact that there’s nothing wrong or shameful about ending up alone... i need you to know that you’re worth it. you’re gorgeous and intelligent and—” he halts for a moment, in a way confessing his love for you, not caring how cheesy it sounds, “—you deserve everything you want. ‘cause you’re one in a million.”

fuck, has he always looked at you that lovingly?

his words catch you off-guard for a moment before you press your lips together. “as much as i think it’s sweet of you to say those things, you’re only saying them ‘cause you’re my friend.” you interrupt him, having made up your mind.

after which chan shakes his head, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “i’m saying it because it’s true. any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“i don’t think ‘lucky’ is the term my boyfriend would use.”

“yeah, ‘cause he’s a fucking dick.” he immediately comments, adding the next part with a softer tone. “if you were with me, i sure as shit wouldn’t be acting like that.”

that last sentence catches your attention, and chan realizes what he just said, suddenly very aware he’s treading on thin ice now.

but it had to come out one way or another.

though you seem to be going along with his words, not showing any signs of being uncomfortable with it. “and who’s to say you wouldn’t break my heart?”

he sees the intrigue on your face and decides to lean in closer. “if i broke your heart, i’d be breaking mine as well.”

“i’m not convinced.” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear, and chan feels his heartbeat quicken.

every rational thought going through his mind is thrown out of the window the moment he catches you staring at his lips. it’s enough for him to put his hand on your lower cheek and smash his lips against yours.

he kisses you like he always imagined he would. perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but he’s waited too long for this moment to care.

and you’re kissing him back.

you both get hot from adrenaline and arousal. his hands roam down your hips, but when you start pulling on the collar of his jacket, he finally has it in him to break the kiss.

“are you sure you want this? i don’t want you to feel pressured—”

“i’ve wanted this for so long, chan. take it off, please.”

maybe he should pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. you’re underneath him, lips swollen, gazing at him like he’s your whole world and more.

he leans down again to pick you up, ensuring you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist so he can carry you to his bedroom.

once he lays you down on the soft bed, you watch him take off his jacket and throw his shirt over his head, leaving him with his chest bare, elastic waistband of his underwear visible.

he’s a dancer in his spare time, but you know he’s been hitting the gym recently as well, and it’s paying off, noticing his bigger biceps and toned abs.

then he chuckles from the way you’re observing him, and that smile — that beautifully big smile is what you fell in love with.

one of many things, really.

you remove your basic long-sleeved shirt, exposing your skin before him, enjoying the way he’s looking at the black bra you’re wearing underneath.

you’re seated at the edge of the bed, at eye-level with his chest, which you kiss softly.

he follows your actions like a hawk, unable to keep his eyes off you. he proceeds to move your hair behind your shoulder, his right hand finding your jaw when he kisses you again, lips trailing down to your neck and collarbone.

his touches are slow and sensual. at the end of the day, it’s your first time together, and you both notice the pressure and tension that comes with it.

you’re both aching to touch each other more already, but it feels so much better like this.

he gently pushes you to lay on your back, hovering over you to kiss down your chest and stomach, smoothly pulling down your skirt before his fingers hook onto the fabric of your lace underwear.

“what’d you want me to do, pretty girl?” he asks while getting rid of your panties, looking you in the eye as he does it.

the nickname makes you shiver. “you can do anything you wanna do.”

“wanna eat you out. bet i’m better at it than that motherfucker.”

“not hard to beat when he never does it at all.” you mumble to yourself, but he hears it.

“are you kidding? has he ever even made you cum?”

you just give him a deadpan stare that has a hint of embarrassment to it, which is enough for him to know the answer.

just being aware of how bad that fucker treats you makes him want to prove to you that he can make you feel so, so much better. and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

he wastes no time, spreading your legs so his tongue can get to work. you shiver at the feeling of his mouth on you, biting your lower lip to not squeal already from sensitivity.

“no. none of that. i wanna be able to hear every sound you make.” he says after taking your hand away from your mouth. “you can pull on my hair if you like.”

“do you like that?”

“yeah, i enjoy a bit of pain.”

that makes you giggle a bit. “you masochist.”

to which he responds with a gentle pinch to your skin. “keep it in mind for next time, baby.”

fuck — you definitely will.

your hands run through his soft black hair. you’ve locked your legs behind his head, hips bucking up a little every time he hits a spot that feels good, his warm breath and wetness of his mouth on your pussy turning you on like crazy.

chan is pretty sure he’s descending into heaven when he hears you moan his name for the first time. he doesn’t know how many times he’s fucked his fist imagining that sound.

so he adds a finger to the warm and wet mess between your legs, sliding in easily, biting his own lip as he watches your reaction to it. you’ve got your head thrown back, one hand fisting the sheets, the other still holding his locks.

then he moves to a second, and not much later he’s got three of his fingers pumping in and out of you, arching them a little to find the right spot, rubbing and sucking on your clit.

“does that feel good?” he asks, just a bit out of breath, which is nothing compared to the writhing mess that’s you. he keeps messing with the pace, edging you a little every time, making you go crazy.

“please, channie, please let me cum—”

“i will if you answer me, baby.”

you whine, nodding at him desperately. “feels s’good, so fucking good.”

“want me to go faster?”

“please. god—need you inside me so bad.”

even he can resist so much. you’re so good for him, so he increases the pace of his fingers, relishing in the way you start squirming underneath him, trying to push him away and pull him closer all the same.

then you pull on his hair almost violently, making him moan against your pussy as you hit your first climax in a long time.

and he doesn’t stop yet — only once he sees you’ve regained focus does he pull his fingers out of you, sucking on them to savor the taste right before kissing you again, your trembling body aching for him.

he only breaks the kiss to reach for the drawer in his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of it, getting off of you to push off the last pieces of clothing still on him. the realization of the fact that your best friend is about to fuck you after god knows how long finally begins to dawn on you, and it makes your heart beat that much harder.

once he’s slipped the condom on, you move your hands to his neck and shoulders, biting your lip when you feel him push your legs behind his waist.

you gasp when he bottoms out of you for the first time. his head is buried in the crook of your neck as he finds his rhythm, sucking at your sensitive skin, not giving a damn whether he leaves marks on someone that’s technically not even his.

yet.

“do you remember that time we went to senior prom together?” he asks breathily, not slowing down even a little bit. “you were wearing that pretty blue dress. god, i wanted to take you home that night more than anything.”

you remember that. it was just before you two graduated high school together — he looked so dashing in his suit. you’d even imagined kissing him underneath the basketball bleachers like some cliche rom-com.

“so why didn’t you?”

“was too much of a pussy to do it.”

you bring yourself to chuckle inbetween your moans. “that’s a shame. i would’ve let you.”

just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated turns him on. he lifts his head up a little, kissing the front of your neck, your jaw, your cheeks — everything, only halting for a moment when he fucks you just a little faster, watching the way your eyes roll back from pleasure.

your hands run over his strong back as he pushes in and out of you at a steady pace, your lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

he hisses and relishes in the burning feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“chan—god, harder, please—”

“i know, baby, i know, i got you.” he breathes out, changing up the position by hooking your legs over his shoulders.

it hits the exact right spot when he fucks you again, harder and deeper this time, your hands desperately clinging onto his skin, teeth sinking into your lower lip until they're nearly drawing blood.

beads of sweat roll down his muscular back. he feels you’re getting closer to hitting that release, so he moves one hand down to rub your clit again, aching to see you fall apart underneath him.

“fuck, ’s too much, channie—” you whine, throwing your head back in the pillow for a moment.

but he shakes his head, continuing, knowing you’re close. “you can do it, pretty girl. cum for me again. i wanna feel it.”

and he discovers that begging you works wonders, because it’s enough for you to come undone, clamping on his dick, making it feel so tight that he spills his own release into the condom mere seconds after.

with a layer of sweat on your foreheads, he feels how sensitive you are when he pulls out. he throws the condom in the trashcan, turning his face back to yours and kisses your lips more softly this time.

“how do you feel?”

“a little worn out.” you sigh, proceeding to show a smile. “but better.”

“good. how do you feel about taking a bath?”

“sounds nice.”

chan can’t help himself and leans in to kiss you again. he’s already getting awfully used to this, but one issue remains. “i wanna be with you. i meant everything i said tonight.”

the sentiment warms your heart. he’s always had that effect on you. “i know. i wanna be with you, too.”

he nods, happy with your words. “you go on ahead to the bathroom. i’ll clean things up here.”

“okay.” you tell him, pressing another kiss to his cheek before leaving the bedroom, feeling utterly lovesick.

he shares your feelings — it’s like he’s reliving that exciting feeling of seeing you the first few days after he realized he was in love with you.

there’s something that pulls him out of it, though. a certain vibrating sound. what is that? he thinks to himself.

and after looking around the room, he discovers it’s a phone receiving a call. your phone, to be exact, sitting in the back pocket of the jeans you discarded earlier.

the screen of your cellphone lights up, and he picks up the device, about to let you know someone’s calling — but his voice gets caught in his throat when he notices it’s the asshole who made you cry in the first place.

scoffing to himself, he taps the red button and declines the call.

thank you for reading. x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

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[ilythena]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 || 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

★SUM as you begin to get closer to graduating, you realize that things are way different than you planned them to be.

Fem! Reader, Platonic Hughes brothers x reader, the reader is younger than Luke making her the youngest, fears of loneliness, and anxiety, readers nickname is mini, reader is in high school! they’re pictured as siblings but whether or not they are actually biologically related is not mentioned.

♪ Prom - SZA

Looking around at all the bright lights shining from the ceiling, you can see the way everyone is happy and dancing and you can’t help but feel a deep fear in your stomach.

Earlier today, you and your friends were walking around and the topic of colleges and careers came up. You already knew what you wanted to be, having your college and major picked out just in case hockey didn’t work out for you but you doubted that you’d fail to become a pro in the sport industry.

But as everyone went around you realized that everyone is changing, and that nobody in your group wanted to do anything remotely similar to the person next to them. One friend wanted to move to Miami while the other wanted to try doing studies abroad all the way across the world.

You knew you weren’t the best at making friends, and you worked hard to even get to know the ones you do have now. That gut eating feeling that despite how hard you worked to become liked, it didn’t matter because you would have to do it all over again.

Having a group of boys bump into you and bring you back to reality, you realize the room suddenly feels claustrophobic, too many people around you and not enough air, everyone seems to know everyone and you’re just standing there, unsure of where to turn.

Your friend, Angie, notices your sudden change in mood and gently drags you outside for some air with two of your other friends, iris and Lucas, follow behind you guys. “Earth to y/n? You there?” Angie says and you can feel your throat closing up on you before you can do anything.

Tears stinging your eyes and you let out the loudest sob you might’ve ever let out in your entire life. “What happened?! Did someone touch you?? I’ll beat them up right now!” Iris immediately spit out, and Lucas had to tell her to take the calm approach.

You tried to tell them what was wrong but you didn’t know how to say it. Words weren’t coming to your mind and you could barely breath, heavy sobs and snotty tears running down your face and all three of your friends didn’t know what to do. Lucas got a sudden idea, “do you need me to call Quinn for you?” He said and you immediately shouted out a “yes!” With your voice wavering.

He unlocked your phone and pressed Quinn’s contact and just as the phone was about to be sent to voicemail, Quinn answered.

“Hey, aren’t you busy? Why’re you calling-“ “hi. It’s her friend, Lucas? I’m not too sure if you remember me…….but that’s not important!” He said quickly bringing himself back on track

Quinn was sitting on the couch when your contact popped up on his phone. Didn’t think anything of it, hell, he didn’t even know you were calling until he felt the vibration of it in his pocket.

He had to pause playing uno with Jack and Luke to answer the phone, and now that your friend was on your phone instead of you, Quinn immediately knew something was up.

“Um, y/n’s having like some type of break down right now, and she’s so red in the face I think she’s gonna make herself pass out.” Lucas says and Quinn doesn’t hesitate to jump up and ask where you all were. Lucas said that you were all still at the school in the courtyard and that’s all he needed to know before jumping in his car. Obviously, not without an extremely worried Luke in the back and a concerned Jack in the passenger seat.

Quinn got there so fast you would think he had ran every single red light to get to you, and as soon as he saw you, he gently got you up on your feet from the ground and got you in the car. He had the courtesy to see if your friends were okay as well, but they said they were going back inside and that they hope you’re okay.

Jack looks back from his seat and his heart breaks at your distressed state. “Y/n, what happened?” He asked and you still didn’t say anything, just had your sobbing die down into small cries and clinging onto Luke who would’ve provided you the comfort anyways.

As Quinn gives you a random water bottle that you have no idea where it came from, you dont question it and take a few sips. “I’m so scared.” You suddenly say and Luke looks at you puzzled. “Scared of what, mini?” And you suddenly get embarrassed. “I totally overreacted and ruined my whole night over something so stupid.” You groan and throw your head back with a red face.

“It can’t be stupid if you’re scared of it. We won’t judge you” Quinn says gently and Jack nods in agreement. “…..it’s just….. I’m scared of moving on? I guess? I don’t know how to say it…” you say meekly and Luke nods for you to continue.

“I don’t wanna start this stuff all over again. Like, when I started high school I was alone and I didn’t even make my first friend until my sophomore year. And now to know that I have to do it all over again? I’m scared. I don’t want people to think I’m weird, or that I’m unapproachable.” You sigh out and Luke rubs your back in support.

“It won’t be that bad. I know it seems like a lot, but you’ll meet the right people at the right time.” Quinn reassures you as he makes a turn into the driveway of their parents home.

You thank god that they’re not home so you just walk into the house and straight into your room with embarrassment hanging off you.

After a few moments later, all three brothers walk into your room with your favorite food, and you give them a small smile as they make themselves comfortable.

Jack wastes no time immediately snuggling up next to you, as apparently “your bed was more comfortable than his” as he said himself. Luke also wanted to join in on the fun apparently and as he puts the food on your nightstand, he plops himself on top of you and Quinn couldn’t help but laugh at your squeak of “get off me!”

Luke doesn’t budge and simply looks at you, and after a heartbeat of silence, he reaches for a French fry. “We love you y/n. I know I didn’t say much but……I love you!” He said and you smack him on the top of his head as he rolled onto the other side of you.

“Yeah same. Don’t be afraid to tell us anything, even if Quinn is the best at comforting you….” Jack says and you immediately agree with a disagreeing Luke. “I’m physical comfort!” He protest while you and him get into a playful argument and Quinn just stares at the three of you.

“Quinn? You gonna jump into y/n’s bed too or no? It’s too comfortable. Honestly I can fall asleep right now.” Jack says and you scoot your legs up so Quinn could have a place to relax too. And at the look of your eyes waiting for him, how could he say no to his favorite sibling?

After Quinn lays down, definitely more gently than the other two, you reach for your remote and look for a movie that all three of you could watch.

Your parents finally come home and see all four of their children snuggled up into one bed, and your mom coos at the sight while your father smiles.

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I actually hate how I ended this…but I’m sick and really wanted to get something out! 🤍

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[missluckycharms]

Hii, I missed you and your writing. Can you write something about y/n and Harry (maybe phh). When she asks him what they are and he said he wants to be in a relationship but y/n isn’t ready yet and he reacts understanding 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can you make it a bit angsty too? Thank you 🫶🏻

I’m a little rusty so if this is somewhat crappy, just mind your business. Mwah. Thank you for this concept anon!! 🤍

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Y/N and Harry have had a complicated relationship from the beginning.

Being childhood best friends can have it’s pros and also it’s cons, many cons Y/N had come to realise.

Five years old is when they first met, both their mothers being in the same book club is what set it off, the two meeting just before they headed into school where they’d also be together, connected at the hip their mothers soon came to know.

They were inseparable since five year old Harry comforted five year old Y/N as their mothers left them for the first time ever on their first day of school, the boy instantly hugging the crying girl as he reassured her he’d always be there, and he was, he really was.

Seventeen is when things started to get weird for them, hormones came into play, parties started becoming a thing and of course, testing the waters on who they both were interested in.

Harry finding himself the centre of attention with teenage girls pretty often, eyelashes fluttering as they basically begged to kiss him or even just sit in the passenger seat of his bet up truck that he drove, but Harry wasn’t too fond of it for reasons he wasn’t aware of at that time.

Y/N was shy, not really putting herself out there like Harry was, she would avoid parties and try ignore Harry’s pleads on insisting she comes with him for just an hour! She always rolled her eyes and agreed, but even when she was there, no one even knew she was.

But Harry always did.

College is where things got difficult, the pair going their separate ways for the first time in what felt like forever. Harry moved away, Y/N stayed, and it sucked, it really did.

Sure he’d come home every now and then and hang out with her when he could, but she could feel him slip away, pulling back slowly as she tried to navigate life without his hand on her shoulder reassuring her he’s there.

But he wasn’t anymore.

She took some time for herself, saved up money and decided to travel, leaving behind the life she felt way too comfortable in, wanting to find her true self, but sometimes, even if you try hard to get away from your past and start new, some strings are just hard to break.

And Harry was a string that kept hanging on.

Twenty five is when they met again, at a small bar in a different country to where they both left one another all those years ago, it was as if her mind was playing tricks on her, but it wasn’t.

It was him, he was there.

All the pent up anger for moving away from both parts was soon let out as they argued in booze filled rage, soon finding themselves tangled around one another the next morning as the sun seeped in through the curtains.

All the years of curiosity and anger came down to this, to Harry in her bed, the same Harry who had her back from five years old, who held her when she was hormonal and needing a shoulder to sob on for stupid reasons. It was him, and she had no idea what to think of it all.

A light groan startles her from her thoughts as he moves beside her, lazily peeling his eyes open as a sleep soaked grin creeps onto his face.

“This is the last place I thought I’d be, but no complaints here!” He jokes with a soft laugh, trying to wrap his arm around her to which she brushes off, leaving him confused.

Silence, that’s all he’s met with, Y/N staring at the ceiling as if she’s trying to piece her words together, but she can’t.

“Is something wrong? I can get you anything just say-“

“Just go, please” is all she can get out, her eyes closing as she fights off tears she doesn’t know why she’s even building up.

He looks over her face, he knows when she’s bottling something up, of course he does!

“I’m not leaving you like this Star.”

There it was, the nickname he always called her growing up. It stemmed from her love of astrology, always looking up at the stars whenever she could, he found it adorable, from then on always referring to her as one.

“Don’t call me that, you haven’t called me that in years.” She says almost as if she’s disgusted it even slipped past his lips.

Harry is confused, last night they were all over one another, couldn’t get enough of each other as they shared what was their first ever intimate night together, sharing themselves with each other for the first time ever.

“Please, can you just look at me?” He says with a light laugh, more one of confusion than of anything else, his heart tugging as he sees her flinch away from his touch yet again.

“It’s just best if you go, go back home and just don’t contact me again, I’ll do the same. Let’s just get back to what we were before last night.”

That was the thing, Harry didn’t want that.

“Y/N, do you know the reason I was here in the first place? The reason I suddenly just showed up?” Harry’s heart skips a beat as she looks at him for the first time this morning as she shakes her head softly.

“It’s because I couldn’t live without you, I tried, trust me I did! I tried everything. Nothing compared to what I felt when I was around you, knowing you were there was enough for awhile but when you moved,” he sighs with a shake of his head before he begins again.

“I felt like a piece of me left with you.”

Y/N doesn’t take her eyes off him, drinking in how he looks now, on sober eyes she can still see the young boy in him, the dimples poking out as he smiles down at her but there’s also differences.

She doesn’t see him as a friend anymore.

“Your hair is longer” she speaks, which is another difference she didn’t seem to notice last night.

“You had a thing for Tarzan growing up, had to get you some way.” He joked, earning a small laugh from her to which he beams at, missing her smile and her laugh that he was oh so fond of.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Can I be your idiot?”

That sentence brings her back to earth, the pit in her stomach returning as she fights back a lump in her throat as she tries to build up courage to tell him.

But she doesn’t need to tell him, he knows already.

“I know, you’re not ready for commitment, but I’m willing to wait until you are, even if that means I have to shower you in my love until you are.” He jokes, but he isn’t deep down and they both know that.

“I just need time.” She softly says, to which he just nods, smiling back at her.

“I’ve all the time in the world for you, Star.”

And just like that, things weren’t so complicated anymore.

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[the-guilty-writer]

Mother Enough

Request from anon: okay so I'm not sure if requests for this kinda thing is open or if this is where we go to request stuff 😭 but I was wondering if you could please do a Prentiss x daughter reader where she gets in trouble at school for like the first time and Emily isn't really sure how she should deal with it? (Reader can be like 11-13 maybe?) Thank you regardless :)

Emily Prentiss x daughter!reader

Summary: Emily doesn't know how to handle a troubled child... but you aren't trouble.

A/N: I had to adjust the request to the guidelines and this is what came out of it. It's mostly Emily doubting her abilities as a mother which I think was what the request was really asking for.

CW: mentions the doyle arc, reader had a panic attack

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Emily shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was when she got a call saying that you’d been caught skipping class by hiding in the bathroom. Not because you were a bad kid, but because she had been. Most of that could have been blamed on the fact that she’d been moved around so much or the fact that both of her parents were pretty absent from her life other than when she got in trouble, but if it boiled down to that then you had no excuse to be behaving the way you were.

Or did you? The BAU had been quite busy lately and there were two extra cases last month…

“I’m very disappointed in you,” was all she could manage to say. You were sitting in the passenger seat of the car, your arms crossed over your chest. You didn’t look at her as she spoke. For that, your mother was quite glad. You couldn’t read the bluff in her voice, but you sure could on her face. At first she thought it was because you were a profiler’s daughter. Now she was just convinced that it was how you were.

The next few minutes were spent in silence, but Emily’s head was full of chatter. She’d helped take down international terror threats before, surely she should know what to say to her own eleven year old daughter. But she didn’t. Raising a child was far harder than anything she’d ever done. You’d always been quiet and reserved, which was okay. You never liked school- she used to have to drag you to kindergarten against your will. Everyone just told her it was a phase- minor separation anxiety that would go away and it did… eventually.

Emily also promised herself that she would never profile her own child. As tempting as it was, she never did it. JJ and Hotch didn’t have a problem not profiling their kids, so why did she constantly want to profile you? Shouldn’t she just love you how you were? Not that she didn’t love you, it was just that profiling was a habit that was built into her. She used it to get to know people better. And that was okay… right?

She pulled up to her parking spot at Quantico and turned off the car, looking over at you for the first time since she picked you up from school. And she couldn’t help but profile you just a little bit. Your arms were crossed over your chest and your looked away from her, edged as far away from her as you could get, but most concerning was the tightness of your muscles and the collapse of your chest.

It wasn’t body language of defiance, like you were a child who had gotten in trouble; It was the body language of someone who was scared. Everything you did was to make yourself smaller and get yourself farther away and shield yourself from something. What that thing was, Emily didn’t know. She sure hoped it wasn’t her.

“(Y/N),” she said gently. “Can you talk to me?”

Tears began to form in your eyes. Even as a baby you hadn’t cried much. Now Emily was really lost.

“Please, tell me what happened,” she tried. “I’m not mad. I just want to know.” You looked down and picked at your cuticles- it was something Emily did as well, but only during periods of stress or anxiety.

“I-” your breathing was uneven, but not yet rapid. “There was a man and he was bald and he looked like-” a sob cut you off. “I couldn’t breathe-”

You’d seen someone at school who looked like Doyle. And you had panicked. Your body had told you to run and hide.

Emily leaned over to hug you gently and you leaned into her embrace. She ran a gentle hand down your hair, letting the locks slip through her fingers. You’d already been yelled at by a teacher, sent to the principal’s office, and then she told you she was disappointed in you- all because of something you couldn’t predict or control. All for something that wasn’t your fault. 

She pulled a tissue out of the glove box and dried your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“No,” Emily said gently. “You have nothing to be sorry about. How long has this been happening?”

You shrugged helplessly. “Since we came home from Paris. I can’t be scared of random people my whole life just because they look like some dead asshat.”

Hearing those words there was no doubt in Emily’s mind that you were her daughter.

“I know,” she said. “That’s why we’re going to work this out- just like when we had to pretend I was dead and you were the only person I was allowed to let know I was alive. It’s you and me, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Emily wrapped you in another hug. She'd promised you would work this out, but she wasn't sure how. Sure, she could take down an unsub double her size and interrogate suspects until they broke under nothing more than her stare; but Emily wondered if she was enough for this- enough for you.

Was she mother enough?

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[ohtobeleah]

But the fact we know Dot will eventually call Rooster 'Dad' makes my heart swell

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AAAHHHH my heart just burst inside my chest thinking about this. I feel like it would just slip out the first time, and Bradley would be caught so off guard that he kinda just freezes? But not because he doesn't want to be known as dad, but because you’ve just never spoken about it before or mentioned if you were comfortable with it or if Dot should even be calling Bradley her dad because well, he wasn't biologically.

“You're her father in all the ways that matter though Bradley, so if she's comfortable enough with you to call you dad then I'm okay with it too.” You barely blink after Bradley brings it up. Dot had called him dad at the kindergarten pick-up. She’d come racing out with a drawing she had done just for him, Like she’d done in daycare a million times before. Although this time she’d come racing up to him, jumped into his arms, and squealed two words Rooster knew he’d never forget and would never stop hearing in his dreams.

“Hi Dad!!”

“Okay, well good chat babe.” Bradleys just pressing his lips together and nodding softly, hoping that it wasn't just a one time thing. It's not. Dot calls Bradley dad whenever she isn't calling him Rooster, which had replaced Tooster a few months ago because her speech therapy had actually been working much to Bradleys shock horror. He missed Tooster.

But as Odette gets older, her attitude evolves and when she's fifteen? The spitting image of her mother and a pain in the ass, Dot is calling her uncle Jake to come pick her up from a house party she’d snuck out to attend. Only the cops had shown up and she high tailed it out of there so fast she ended up down at the beach crying. Jake doesnt come and get her, he rings Bradley who's jumping out of bed so fast he doesn't even put shorts on, boxers will just have to do.

“You’re not even my real dad!” She's yelling, a sobbing mess in the passenger seat of Bradleys Bronco, he’d just finished giving her the third degree but told her if she’s gonna do this type of stuff she has to tell him because he just wants her to be safe. “Where do you get off telling me what to do?” And Bradley hates himself for it because he knows it's not good for the Bronco but he's pulling over on the side of the road and slamming on his brakes so hard it sends both him and Odette forward for a moment before their backs hit the seats again.

“Listen here kid–” Bradleys gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw and pointing his index finger at the fifteen year old whos sitting next to him with alcohol running though her system and he fucking knows she high as a kite just by the red in her eyes. “I may not be your biological dad? But I'm here aren't I?” Rooster points out the elephant in the room. “Ive changed my fair fucking share of shitty dippers and I held your hand while I taught you how to rollerskate and ride a bike and I mashed your stupid bananas just so you could throw them in my face anyway.” Dot was dumbfounded, Bradley had never raised his voice at her like this but someone had to smack some sense into this kid before it was too late. “I pay half your school tuition and I make sure you don’t starve to death whenever your mothers working late and need I remind you I’m your legal goddamn guardian, your last name is Bradshaw! So no–I’m not your ‘real dad’ but I don’t need you giving me shit when I’m here and always have been here and always will be here and that deadbeat dickhead isnt and never fucking was.”

It’s silent for a moment while Odette just takes in what the fuck just happened—usually Bradley was pretty passive, never one to raise his voice. But she’d clearly upset him. He’s putting the Bronco into gear again, shifting the gear stick in frustration as he pulls back onto the main road cautiously—his attention now back on the road as he whips the steering wheel around with one hand.

“Your mother would be beside herself if something happened to you kid, so just do me a favour here? and tell me where you’re going, no questions asked.” Again, Roosters met with silence as the fifteen year old just tries to process everything Bradley had just said when her head is spinning and she can’t tell if her fingers were real or not.

“Do you reckon he knew I was defective?” Dots letting her head rest back against the seat as she tries to hide her tears while looking out the window. “That’s why he didn’t want me?” Odette Bradshaw was too young to remember what you’d been through to keep her safe, let alone know why her biological dad wasn’t in the picture.

“You aren’t defective Dot—“ Roosters sighing, he’s still fucking pissed but he can sympathise. “He just isn’t a good person, it was never you.” If there was a conversation Bradley Bradshaw knew not to start without your permission it was the topic of Dots biological father. “But I love you? Isn’t that enough?”

“Please—“ Odette scoffing, picking at her cuticles till they started to bleed a little. Huh, guess they are real after all. “You love mum and you love Riley and you love Nick—“ She’s pausing, her bottom lip quivering as she turned to look at Rooster. “But I was just the package deal.”

“You have no idea how much I love you kid—“ Bradley’s chuckling to himself as he flicks the indicator on. “You’re my daughter, end of story.”

“Yeah but like, you don’t have a choice?” Bradley could tell by the way Dot was slurring her words that she was gonna be sick by the time they pulled into the drive.

“No I don’t have a choice with Riley and Nick—“ Rooster explained. “Because I created them, I have to love them regardless, but you? I choose to love you and I choose to put up with your recklessness and I choose to get up in the middle of the night to come get your drunk ass because I love you and I choose to love you.”

“Really?”

“If you throw up in the car I may have to re-evaluate but yeah kid, you’re stuck with the ‘not real’ dad for life.” By the time Rooster is pulling into the drive your standing at the front door in your dressing gown, arms crossed—glasses on, looking all kinds of angry.

“Oh fuck she looks pissed—“ Dots groaning all the while Rooster is laughing.

“Hey you wanna be a rebel you gotta own up to the consequences of your own actions.”

“Please don’t tell her I’m high—“

“I’m not gonna tell her shit are you kidding me?” Rooster raises his eyebrows in utter disbelief. “Im not suicidal, you’re gonna tell her yourself.”

“Dad!” Dots pleading, begging Rooster to help her out. He thinks it’s hilarious, laughing as he watches you march down the three patio stairs.

“Oh so now it’s dad when you want a bodyguard huh?”

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[highvern]

Track 11: Water Under the Bridge - Adele

“I want you to be my keeper, but not if you are so reckless”

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: toxic friendship, suggestive, it’s all messy, mentions of drinking, crying

Length: ~600

Note: am i crying? yes. this was the hardest one to write of the entire series bc mr. boo is my beautiful darling boy and nothing bad should ever happen to him

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The leather of the steering wheel bites into Seungkwan’s hands in an effort to keep his tongue at bay.

How many times did he have to pick you up from some seedy bar in the middle of the night, ditched by whatever random fuck boy asked you out, for you to stop? What would it take for you to realize that doing the same thing over and over again would get you nowhere other than where you are right now; in the passenger seat of Seungkwan’s car at two in the morning, drunkenly balling your eyes out and repeating the same sob story he’s heard time and time again.

“And then I come back from the bathroom and he’s just gone.” You whimper. 

Seungkwan wouldn’t be able to understand your slurred speech if he didn’t already know what you were going to say. 

You met this new guy at the coffee shop you work at, he flirted, you flirted back. He asked you out, you said yes. In between streams of endless texts littered your phone and you thought that meant more than it possibly could. 

Seungkwan warned you when the guy chose to take you to a dive bar as a first date that he might not have honest intentions. You laughed and called your best friend a worry wart, that San or Sam or whatever the dude’s name was wasn’t like that. And when Seungkwan pressed for how you knew he wasn’t like that considering you’ve only known the guy a week you ignored him for three days.

Seungkwan waited by his phone tonight because he knew this would happen. He knew the guy would turn out to be a dud and Seungkwan would be needed to play dutiful best friend; calling the San/Sam a jerk when needed and affirming he missed out by acting like such a douche. Both are true but they don’t negate the reprimands stinging the tips of his tongue because in the three years you’ve been friends this is the twelfth time he’s had to come get you and it’s starting to wear him down.

There once was a time Seungkwan believed he’d love you no matter what. You were his best friend, his rock, the person he could tell everything to. But it’s exhausting caring about someone who doesn’t care about themselves. To watch the best person he knows submit themselves to cruelty over and over again. 

You finally calm down inside the walls of your bedroom; sobs dwindling to sniffles and eventually the only evidence of your breakdown is tear stained cheeks and damp eyelashes. Seungkwan knows what comes next on nights like these and he knows he’s a fool for thinking he can even make it past the door before he looks over his shoulder to find your pained gaze. Your gravity pulls him back to the bed, where the covers provide a faux sense of safety against the threats of the real world. 

Under the sheets you tell Seungkwan you love him between reverent passes of tongue and teeth. You touch him with empty promises to figure it all out in the morning and he whispers his adoration into the crook of your neck where the words will wither and die before the sun rises.

The hardest part of watching you go on these failed dates is that this is the way they always end and Seungkwan knows neither of you will do anything to break the cycle.

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[world-of-aus]

Family Matters - Prologue

Pairings: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Character death, Mentions of a car crash, blood, guns.

Author's Note: I have always wanted to do a revamp to one of my first series on here Family Matters and I have finally got around to doing so after some thinking on it. The plot will more or less remain the same but I would ultimately like to do this series that really took off for me differently. The original will stay posted and remain in my master list, so worry not the original will always remain. I'm excited to retake this series and try a different approach now that I feel I have grown as a writer.

He spots her by the window, deft fingers curved around the curtain as she does her best to peak out from the darkened house without giving way that there is anybody in the home. He rushes over to her, pulling her away from the window, scolding her as he does. 

In the years that he’s been married to her he’s never witnessed her ever be crass with him, always the doting wife, but tonight she lives in fear, tonight they both live in fear as she all but damns him to hell for this life he thrust them in to. 

She swats at him, pushing away any attempt of his to calm her, to hold her, “this is your fault,” she cries despite his incessant hushing, “I should have put a stop to this the moment you threw our daughter out onto the street at 18! I should have left with her and never looked back; you took everything from me, and I just let you!” 

Despite the ache that has settled in his chest - joining the looming dark cloud that lays over his head - he’s learned to steel his features as he all but shakes her too quiet her down. Pained whimpers leave her lips, “listen to me goddamnit, I can’t change our past, I can’t change a damn thing I've done, but what I can do is try and make at least one thing right, I can try to save the two of you.” 

“Save us, you think you can save us? Your call for help went unanswered, you lied to him, lied to me about your dealings and what you were laying on the table! There is nowhere left to turn, no one left to turn to. You burnt all your bridges because you were never happy, you always had to have more, now look where its left us – with death at our door!” 

“Get your bags, we’re leaving now.” 

“No!” She growls as she all but struggles against him, his grip is firm as he pulls her away from the windows towards the garage door. He drags her along opening the car door for her as he puts her in the passenger seat, their small carry-on luggage already thrown in the back. He can hear her detest through the rolled windows as he rounds the car, slipping into the driver’s seat. 

He's barely managed to get his seat belt clicked before she’s on him again, fists beating against him as she cries out. Catching her hands he pulls her against him, his embrace strong as he tries to quiet her cries for you, their daughter. 

“They know where she is,” she sobs, “they’re coming for her and she is clueless to it all, she’s innocent!” 

“They won’t lay a damn hand on her, it’s me who they want, and you’re right I was selfish,” he murmurs into her hair, “I always wanted more when I should of seen that I had enough - I realize now that I should have sent you with her that night, I should have gotten the two of you out of this life.” 

“Our daughter didn’t ask for this,” he hears her say, “she didn’t ask to be involved in the one thing that you made sure to keep her away from.” 

“And I promise you that I will continue to keep her away from it till my dying breath if it’s the only thing I can manage to do right.” 

He watches a silent tear fall down his beloved's face, “what if she comes home, we have to at least try to warn her, we should at least call her!” He’s shaking his head, face stern as he speaks his next words, “we can’t, I have to drive us away from here, drive us away from her, they’ll follow, it’s me they want, and I’ll be damned if I let them get anything else, if I let them get her, 

He knows he’s set her fate for her, set his fate for his wife but he knows if he leaves her, wherever she goes her fates been determined – death awaits her at the door, hydra knows no mercy. 

Opening the garage door, he pulls out into the dead of night, headlights turned off as he backs up out of the driveway. He continues without his headlights on till he’s down the block at the stop sign, eyes trained on his surroundings as he looks through the mirrors, waiting to see that all blackened car following their every move. 

He watches the cars around him, fingers turning the knob as his headlights flicker on illuminating the street in front of him. He doesn’t bother abiding by the speed signs once the car passes that first sign, his foot pressing down on the gas as he attempts to get them far from there, to get as much space as he can between them.  

She’s frantic as she looks to the front, to the back, and to the sides, her eyes wild as she plays lookout. He pays no mind, his attention solely focused on the empty streets in front of them, he presses on the gas harder making a sharp turn down a road that will take them to an even emptier stretch of road, a place with hope. 

He looks through the mirror, not seeing any sign of any other car except their own, and this is where he makes his first mistake. 

He eases up on the gas, his shoulders relaxing, his head turning so he can offer his wife a hopeful smile. A fool he was to think he could escape his fate. The scream is torn from her lips as the blackened SUV collides with the driver's door sending them skidding in a vicious circle that has their getaway car threatening to topple over its tires. His vision has gone black, his body getting flung against the interior of the vehicle only coming to a stop when they have met their end in the ditch of a canal.  

When he comes to, he’s met with darkened silence and a pain that ignites itself up his side causing him to yell out as he tries to get away from it. He calls for his wife, but he’s met with silence and an ever-greater pain as he sees her bent over the dash, blood matting her hair. He knows she’s gone but he still reaches for her, tears blurring his vision as he tries to pull her to him. She’s ripped away with the door, Rumlows figure filling the space she was once, his gun drawn as he points it dead and center. 

The fight leaves him quickly as he lays against the seat, “what,” Rumlow mocks, “no more fight left in you?” He doesn’t answer, he knows it all ends the same, “that’s a real shame, the rat’s got no fight left, I wonder if your daughter will be just like you?” 

He’s barely got one word out before he meets his end, his body falling lifeless against the seat, the barrel of the gun smoking as Rumlow steps back unloading a round into his wife. Rumlow lets out a tsk, reaching for the burner in his pocket as he dials the one number programed. 

It rings once, twice before he gets an answer, “It’s done,” he greets. “And the girl?” 

“She’s next.” 

“And you’re sure she’ll come home?” 

Rumlow looks down at the lifeless body of your mother, “she ain’t going to have much of a choice boss.” 

“See to it that she comes Brock, I want this job done, and I trust you to do it right.”   

“Copy boss, I’ll have her running home soon enough.”   

It’s the early hours of the morning when your phone begins to trill on your nightstand, vibrating noisily against the wood. You let out a whine, attempting to bury your head a little deeper into the warm sheets of your bed, hoping that whoever was calling would hang up after the first few rings had gone unanswered. Luck had not been on your side as your phone continued to trill, vibrating noisily the longer it sat untouched.   

You throw the covers from your head with a scowl on your lips, you let vulgarities slip as you grab your phone off the nightstand. Not bothering to look at the caller ID intent on giving the person calling you at three in the morning a piece of your mind. 

Your words fail you as you are caught off guard with the voice on the other end of the line. 

“Good morning, I’m sorry for disrupting you so early, this is detective Stark, am I speaking with y/f/n y/l/n?” 

“Y-yes this is she, may I ask what the reason for your call is?” You question as you sit up a little higher in bed. 

“I am calling in regard to your parents Miss y/l/n, there’s been an accident,” your heart dropped into your stomach, “is - are they okay?” 

A heavy sigh, “I’m sorry, but there were no survivors.” 

The phone falls from your grip, tears blurring your vision an ache forming in your chest as his words settle. 

Your parents, an accident, no survivors. 

 Office stark calls out for you, but his call is weak compared to that of the first sob that tears from your chest. The man remains on the line as he continues to call out to you hoping that he might be able to reach you through your grief, it could have been a minute, an hour, time has all but stopped for you. 

Eventually though you are able to numbly bring the phone up to your ear the detective’s voice meeting your ear as he asks if you’re there, you don’t answer. 

“How? 

“We’re unsure of the cause mam, there was no trace of the other vehicle much less the individuals responsible. The only reason we were made aware of the accident was due to the call we received an hour ago in the dead of night, made it to the scene thirty minutes later, I would have called much sooner but unfortunately, this was the earliest I could get to you." 

You didn’t mention you knew who might be responsible as you numbly listened on, your dad’s dirty ways finally catching up to him you thought. 

“Listen mam I’m not sure your whereabouts but is there anyway I can get you to come down to the station?” 

“Station?” You questioned breathlessly. 

No. Your father told you never to return. 

“Yes mam, I have a couple questions I would like to ask you, and anything you can give us on your parents may help us figure out who did this to them.” 

You knew. He must know you know. 

“I’m sorry detective but I left home as soon as I turned 18, came to live with my ailing grandmother.” 

Liar. 

“Oh, well is there any way you could come by the department it’ll only be for a few minutes hour tops mam.” 

Is there any way we could get you to come home? 

Your eyes shut, the line going silent on both ends as your father screams at you in the back of your mind. You had promised your father, “mam, you there?” 

Your eyes blink open, “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” you reply shakily, “I - i just need to inform my boss I'll be out of work for a few days.” 

“Great, this is my direct line when you get into town you can reach me here.” 

You pull the phone from your ear to look down at the New York number, “I’ll get in contact with you when I get into the area detective.” 

He’s thanking you once more, “I always hate to make these calls and my condolences to you and your family, but we’ll see you soon.” 

You're bidding him a farewell, thumb pressing the red call button before letting your cell drop to your sheets, your body curling in on itself as you let out a shaky breath, your eyes falling shut as a lone tear falls down your cheek. 

“Dad please don’t do this, why are you doing this what did I do wrong?” you pleaded through your tears. 

Your dad wouldn’t answer as he continued to throw more bags that your mother had packed for you at your feet. 

“Mom please,” you cried, “please tell dad something, please don’t let him do this,”   

The only part of your mother that you could see were her feet, and you swore your heart broke in two the moment you saw them turn away from you. 

“Dad please,” you cried, “why are you doing this?” You tried again. This time you reached out for him, only to have him pull himself from you as if you had burned him. 

“Leave,” he hissed, “you leave this city and don’t you ever come back you hear, don’t you ever come back,” 

Through tear filled eyes, you watched your father turn his back on you, the oak door of your home slamming behind him as he left you out in the cold. 

Your eyes slip open as you recall the memory of the night; You recall walking through the cold brisk weather, that you would heed your fathers' words and vow never to return. Yet here you lay planning your return. 

#mob!bucky #mob!bucky au #mobster!bucky x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes au

[h0rnyv01d]

I'd set up a date with you. We'd meet up somewhere public at first like a park then we'd plan on going to eat and even watch a movie.

When meeting up you'd be wearing a short skirt with leggings like we agreed. I'd spot you sitting on the swings barely pushing yourself back and forth while you scroll around on your phone. I'd walk up behind you slowly but keeping my distance, finally close enough I'd send you a picture of you from the back with a text "don't turn around" afraid of upsetting me you'd comply. I would get closer until I could touch your back, offering to give you a push you'd bod your head and let out a small "mhmm" of approval.

"Having fun?" Hearing my voice for the very first time you'd smile and nod "mhmm" before jamming your heels in the ground to stop the swing. Walking up and holding you from behind, I'd whisper in your ear, "Don't turn around" while pushing you of the swing and guiding you to walk in front of me. We would head over to the trunk of my car where I'd have you look down at the floor while I opened my trunk to reveal a bag full of sex toys, a gag, rope, duck tape and many more items.

"Reach for the blindfold and put it over your eyes." Once you have it positioned over your eyes I tied it behind you in a knot and then I closed the trunk and guided you to the passenger seat in my car. After seating you I'd buckle you in and give you a quick peck on your lips and whisper in your ear "your being such an obedient little thing, so well behaved" I'd chuckle but what I said last kept your attention for the next few moments "you have no idea what I plan to do with such a obedient little princess like you"

Slamming the door shut all you could wonder is if you've just made the biggest mistake of your life? Will you be okay? Should you leave? Maybe say you feel a little sick or your tummy hurts, I'll understand... right? Before you can contemplate your options any further, you can hear the driver door open and then slam shut. The car starts, and you hear the doors automatically lock, frozen with fear you couldn't help but wonder what would happen to you next.

Feeling my hand rest on your thigh I'd start to squeeze a little and move up very slowly creeping towards your pussy. Hovering over your pussy I'd feel the heat while I begin to rub your clit over your legging and panties. Your fear feeding your now growing appetite for being penetrated by a rock hard cock.

"Stay in the car," I'd whisper to you while parking the car. After you hear my door open and close, you couldn't help but be curious as to where we were. Reaching slowly for your blindfold but quickly retreating once you hear the door open.

"Think your slick? Now I have to punish you for trying to take your blindfold off early." Hearing my pants unzip you'd retreat at first with no where to go you'd panic and begin to cry and fight. Overpowering you, I'd pull you out of the car, forcing you on your knees. I'd smack your sobbing face, then grip your throat and lower myself down to tell you in a low but stern voice. "We both know this is what you wanted. You just need me to make you want it like the dumb little thing you are. You don't know what's good for you, now open your mouth like a obedient slut." You'd open your mouth wide, quickly it would be filled with my cock working its way down your throat. Gagging and choking a little I'd pull out just enough to let you breath then continue fucking your throat. After a few more thrust I'd start to jerk and grunt then your throat coated with my cum as you begin swallowing. Feeling my cock pulsing in your mouth has it pumps cum into your tummy. I'd release a huge sigh of relief while you suck every last drop, once your done you'd stay on your knees with the blindfold on waiting like an obedient slut for what will happen next to you.

Picking you up I'd turn you around and rip a huge hole in the back of your leggings, big enough that your ass is hanging out entirely. Pulling your panties down just enough to expose your asshole I'd grab your hands and force you to hold your asschecks spread open for me. You'd start to cry and attempt to make out words but before you can say anything you hear me spit and feel a wet spot on your butthole then you feel something rubbing in a circle motion around your hole. Feeling so scared and nervous so many thought clouding your mind but they are cleard away once you feel the pressure shift from a circular motion to a more sharp feeling. I start to push myself into your tight ass feeling it gripping around my cock while it travels deeper until it is has deep as it can go. Pulling it in and out slowly never pulling it out all the way.

"Please" you'd cry

I would cover your mouth and start pumping a little faster, making my strokes longer. You'd start to touch your clit rubbing it aggressively but I'd stop you with my hand, while holding it in place I'd whisper in your ear "look at you, you filthy whore. You want to cum while I force myself inside of your ass. You cry but we both know you enjoy being dominated and used for MY pleasure. Dirty girl." I'd kiss your cheek and keep your mouth covered while I pound into your ass a little faster, feeling it sliding in easier your moans and screams so loud but muffled. Hearing this drives you crazy you can't help but rub your clit faster feeling the urge to squirt. I again start jerking my thrust and I start to cum in your ass while you start to squirt all over yourself your panties your leggings and the passenger seat in the car. Pulling myself out quickly your ass feels sore and you feel so nasty you ask me softly

"Sir, can I please take off my blindfold"

I untie it for you and let you sit down in the car. Looking around you see that we are in a field somewhere alone. Before you can ask me anything I begin pulling your leggings off

"He-" I cover your mouth

"Hush I'm not done with you just yet" ripping your leggings completely off I'd walk to the trunk with them and throw them in a bag and come back with a gag. I'd lay you in the back the the car now and gag you then pulling your panties to the side without hesitation I'd start to shove my cock inside of your tight pussy forcing myself in. Your only temporary relief is when your running your nails down my back digging them in deep. Feeling this pain I'd start to thrust more aggressively deeper and faster. Grunting and hearing your moans and cries I'd start to kiss your neck and tell you how beautiful you look even though your absolutely terrified about what will happen after I cum in you. Will I abandon you here? Where is here? I keep pumping and I wrap my hands around your throat tightening my grip. Your face feels tighter and your start to breath very shallow, once I start to cum my grip loosens and I hold you in place with my hands by your waist. Feeling all of my cum being shot into your cervix and all the air rushing into your body now that your gasping for air you begin the shake a squirt all over my cock. We sit there in each other's cum neither of us moving for a second just panting.

Finally pulling my limp cock out you grab my wrist preventing me from leaving and pull on me to pick yourself up your face right infront of my cum drenched cock. You swallow the whole limp dick and suckle on it making it get harder in your mouth. You start to moan gently whole bobbing your head back and forth on my growing cock "your going to make me-" I begin Cumming again while holding onto the back of your head. "You're such a good slut for me" I lay you down on your back and pull your panties off and I walk to the trunk putting them in the same bag then I'd come back with a fresh pair of panties and leggings.

"They still have the stickers on them." You say surprised as you peel them off and put on your new clothes.

"I also have a new skirt in the trunk and t shirt for you and a sweater just in case you get cold on our date."

Starting the car after you've gotten dressed in your new clothes you plug you connect your phone to the radio so you can play your comfort music and snuggle onto my arm while I drive us back towards town to continue with our date of a late lunch and a movie.

i love this so much! definitely keeping for future reference ;) also i like how despite how rough the sex is, the ending is nice and sweet <33

[e-munson666]

What happened to our bb eddie why is he arrested? Also steve has totally lost it

I suppose I have made you wait long enough

PT4 STEDDIE x girlfriend

Warnings ⚠️: Dark Steve, pregnant girlfriend, protective Eddie, language, violence, kidnapping, assault.

Taglist: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @kylaasposts @joekeeryworld @aggressiverocknoises @need-a-life-or-grass @godcreatoreli @jajqtfjkop6786 @sapphicandserendipityy @tlclick73 @xashleymariexo @tracymbcm @eddiemunsonswife2 @steamystrangerfics (im so sorry if I missed anyone)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

"Hop?" Eddie asked with a broken voice as the chief walked over to him.

"Hey kid, we gotta talk" Hopper said, twiddling the handcuffs in his fingers.

"Hop look, I didn't do anything, I just broke in looking for my girlfriend, please don't do this" Eddie begs, tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

"What? No, no kid. I'm not here for you, I know Steve has her, I came here hoping he'd come back." Hopper said, raising his hands up towards Eddie.

"Wh....what.....then why...?" Eddie stuttered, pointing at the handcuffs.

"I got a call about Steve dragging your girl into his apartment, stopped down the road because I saw blood on the pavement.....I can assume thats from you?" Hopper asked. Eddie nodded.

"When I got here and saw you stomping out I figured he was up there with a broken nose, but she's not with you......so where is she Eddie?"

"He fucking took her Hop. He's been fucking following us and today he just snapped. I found this" Eddie says raising up the map, "in his apartment, and I just know he took her here"

"Whoa kid slow down" Hopper says, putting one hand on Eddies shoulder while putting the handcuffs back in their spot on his belt.

"Let me see the map Eddie"

Eddie hands Hopper the map, watching as the chief scanned the route that was marked. He let out a deep sigh looking back up at Eddie.

"His parents cabin?" Hopper asks, "why?"

"They broke up and he lost it, he has a fucking marriage license in his apartment Hop, he's fucking crazy" Eddie almost yells, frustration growing in his voice.

"Get in the truck kid" Hopper nods, turning on his heels back to his vehicle.

"You believe me?" Eddie questioned, hurrying himself into the passenger seat of Hops truck.

Hopper let out another deep sigh before turning to Eddie with a solemn look on his face.

"This isn't the first time he's done something like this kid. When Steve was still in high-school I had run ins with him several times for stalking girls or freaking out on them when they rejected him." Hopper shook his head before continuing.

"It got so bad with the Wheeler girl he locked her in his house for two days. His parents buried the whole thing, threw money at the town, the Wheelers, saying it was all a big misunderstanding" Jim looked over at the horrified look on Eddies face, seeing the wheels turning in his head as his eyes darted around.

It explained so much. Why Steve had always acted so weirdly towards Eddie once he came into the picture after awhile. Why Steve got meaner and meaner to you for hanging out with Eddie instead of him.....the thought made him want to throw up.

"We have to go get her Hopper, NOW" Eddie seethed.

"We'll get her kid, I promise, we'll get this son of a bitch this time" Hopper said, peeling out the parking lot and onto the main road. Eddie writhing in anger as they drove.

"Please be okay, please be okay" is all he could think as he started to quietly sob next to the chief of fucking police.

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Just a little shorty for this part and I just COULDN'T have Eddie get arrested I just couldn't do it lol

#fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie the banished #eddie munson x female reader #dark steve harrington x reader #dark steve x reader #steve stranger things #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #king steve #dark theme

[harlowcomehome]

“Breaking my heart” PART TWO

A/N: Part one here.

You watched Jack walk away, frozen where you stood. Urban was already walking away, to catch his ride assuming you wouldn’t be following him.

You turned to see him in the distance, running to catch up with him.

When he realized you next to him he turned to you “Y/N it’s fine, go with Jack” he said bitterly, you could tell he was holding back his emotions.

“You don’t get it do you?” You paused, looking him up and down, he sighed, stopping to look at you.

“I’m picking you, i’m choosing you” you smiled sweetly, a look of confusion covering his face.

“Why? If you like him don’t ruin it. I can’t be responsible for you both hating me” he sighed.

“I could never hate you. You’re my best friend” your lip quivered, Urban catching it immediately and looking away, he always cried when you did.

He wouldn’t look you in the eyes as he spoke “That’s all I am though, which is fine. You can’t force yourself to like me just because I finally had the balls to tell you how I feel. I just need some distance from the two of you right now” he breathed heavily, you could tell he was trying not to cry in front of everyone, especially the person waiting on him to get in the car.

You couldn’t find the right words to say to him, so you nodded, hugging and squeezing him briefly before turning to find Jack.

Jack was already putting his stuff in the car, you could tell her was deep in thought about everything that just happened.

“You coming with me?”

You nodded, throwing you stuff in the back and getting into the passenger seat.

The trip home was quite for the first twenty minutes until you broke the silence.

“How long have you known how Urban felt about me?”

Jack clicked his tongue, clearly not in the mood for this conversation. “I mean, I thought it was always pretty obvious. I knew pretty much the night I met you.”

“No” you said in denial “all that time ago? Urban didn’t like me then, that’s for sure.”

Jack laughed, looking over at you to read your expression “oh you’re serious?”

You looked at him confused “did he say something to you?”

“He didn’t really have to” Jack swallowed, “I always thought you knew and just didn’t like him back.”

You were silent for a moment, making Jack wonder.

“Do you like him?”

“No, I mean…” you paused “I just never thought about him in that way.”

Jack didn’t say anything for a while, which made you feel awful inside. You couldn’t really explain it but when Urban expressed how he felt, a part of you felt relieved and even a part of you was excited.

“Now that you know how he feels, does this change things?” Jack didn’t sound bothered or upset, you looked over at him to read his expression and before you could respond he laughed “I mean, look, I do like you but I always knew this was a possibility” he shrugged.

You watched him for a moment, as he drove. “Jack, I really like you” you sighed, putting your knees up to your chest and leaning you chin on your knees.

“But?”

“But?” You repeated, looking at him confused.

“I know the word but is coming” he smirked, reaching out for your hand.

You intertwined your fingers, trying to choke back a sob.

“Do you want to be with Urban?” He swallowed hard, knowing your answer would change everything.

“To be honest” you blinked, tears running down your cheeks now. “I have no idea.”

Jack nodded, squeezing your hand, “I get it. He’s your best friend.”

“You are too though” you said defensively.

“Yeah but, I think he really does love you and I’m not there yet” he looked over at you and you knew what he meant, nodding.

The two of you made small talk the remainder of the trip, trying to keep your mind off of the situation.

When Jack pulled up to your house and helped you with your things, there was an awkward pause. You both went to speak at the same time, making him laugh. “You go” he said with a smile. “I don’t want to lose you either, you know that right” you bit your lower lip trying not to cry.

“I promise you that you wont” he kissed your forehead.

“This sucks” you sniffled and laughed a little at the awkwardness of the situation.

“I kind of saw it coming if I’m being honest” he shrugged.

“You did?” You looked at him confused, more so now than before.

“I didn’t think he’d ever act on his feelings, but seeing us together probably helped him come to terms with it all ” Jack looked down at you, reading your sorrowed expression “I like you Y/N but if Urban really does love you, that’s something deeper” he shrugged.

“And if” you sighed “and its a big if” you laughed a little “if he and I were to be a couple, you wouldn’t be upset?”

Jack paused for a minute “I mean, it’ll definitely sting but I have a career to focus on anyway” you weren’t at all surprised at his response, you knew his career was all he thought about.

“I don’t want either of you to hate me” you voice cracked, Jack grabbed you and held you close to him for a moment. “Neither one of us could hate you, I know that for a fact.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes “promise?” You held out your pinky finger and he laughed, rolling his eyes at your gesture. “I promise.” “You have to pinky promise or it’s not a real promise” you reminded him as you grabbed your stuff from the floor. He laughed and held his pinky out for you.

You turned to go inside before turning around and giving him a kiss on the lips, Jack didn’t say it out loud but he knew that felt like the last kiss he’d ever get from you.

When you got inside your house your mom was waiting up for you, being able to read your expression almost immediately. “What’s wrong?”

You started to cry instantly, telling her all that had happened just a few hours prior.

When you were finally paused long enough for her to get a word in she responded “I’ve been telling you for years that Urban liked you!” You rolled your eyes at that and laughed “I thought you were just teasing me since he was my best friend. I didn’t think you were being serious.”

“Everyone saw it but you then huh?” Your mom laughed and you nodded, knowing you were exhausted you said goodnight and went and changed into pajamas.

For the next couple of days, you were useless around the house and avoiding your phone, ignoring both Jack and Urban. You were afraid of what you might see or even say if you paid either of them any mind, you had just spent the last few days thinking things over. You would be lying if you didn’t admit to all the overanalyzing you had been doing. You were second guessing all of your friendship with Urban, wondering if all the small gestures really did mean something bigger that you never caught.

You were sitting in your living room, looking like a mess when your doorbell rang. You creeped around your house, looking out the window to see who was at the door. It was Urban, who definitely caught you looking out the window. “I can see you” he laughed and you hid behind the curtain “what are you doing here?” You hollered from inside the house.

“You aren’t answering your texts” he yelled back.

“So you just show up here?” You said defensively, not sure why but you were internally panicking right now.

“It was never a problem before?” Urban shook his head, taking the hair tie off his wrist and putting his hair up in a bun “Can I come in or do I have to keep yelling from your porch?” He laughed and you hollered back “hold on!”

You panicked, running into your bathroom and brushing your teeth as fast as you could, covering yourself in perfume and putting your hair up in a matching bun.

When you finally got back into your living room to open the door Urban was sitting sideways on your porch steps. “Can I come in?” He asked again and you nodded, moving out of his way.

He had been to your house more times than you could count over the years, but this time felt different, it felt awkward and you felt shy for some reason.

Urban sat on your couch, you sat on a chair across from him.

“Are you afraid to sit by me now?” He joked and you blushed “no, it’s not that.”

“Talk to me then” he sat faced toward you, his elbows on his thighs.

You felt a rush of emotions all at once, you were mad, mad he waited to tell you and that he told you when he did. You were sad that you spent the last few years of your friendship thinking he didn’t like you in the same way that you knew deep down you had always felt. You felt stupid that everyone saw his feelings for what they were but you missed it all. You were also happy, happy that you could finally come to terms with the feelings you had been swallowing whole for years. You were embarrassed that Jack was a causality in this story, you felt all of those things at once.

Urban knew you and he knew you wanted to cry just by reading your expression. “Please don’t” his voice was shaky. “If you cry, I’ll cry and I don’t see a tissue box around here” he teased, making you laugh out loud and shake your head.

“You’re an idiot sometimes” you hummed, letting out another laugh and wiping your eyes.

“I know” he smiled, looking down at the carpet, you could tell he was trying not to look at you too deeply.

“I have so many questions Urb” you sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt before?”

Urban nodded “valid question” he laughed shyly and you watched as he struggled to answer you, he was never good at expressing his feelings so you assumed that was a big part of it.

“I never really thought you and Jack would end up together and I just assumed you never felt that way about me so I guess I was trying to play it safe” he shrugged.

“How do you consider that playing it safe? I dated other people Urb, you were there for that too” you talked with your hands a lot when you were frustrated, you couldn’t help it though.

“I was never worried about none of that” he sighed “I just can’t watch you be with Jack, he’s my best friend. I can handle everything else, I can set my feelings aside but not when it comes to Jack. Come on Y/N” you could tell he was struggling to say all of that.

“So if Jack and I wouldn’t have crossed that line would you have ever told me?”

He shook his head “probably not.”

You dismissed what he said thinking back to the other night “did you mean it?” You walked toward him, sitting next to him on the couch now.

He looked at you wide eyed “mean what?”

“What you said the other night? Do you love me?”

“Why does that matter?” Urban was understandably defensive, he couldn’t read you and he hadn’t heard from you or Jack in days so he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Answer me” you looked him in the eyes, trying to read his expression.

“You know I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” His cheeks were red, you found his blush to be adorable.

“Urban” you turned to him, reaching out to hold one of his hands, he looked at you surprised by the gesture.

“Remember when I said I wanted to go with you?” You smiled up at him.

“Yeah, something like that” he smiled, hoping he was reading the room correctly.

“Sorry it took me so long to realize that” you giggled, scooting closer to him.

He turned to you “so what does this mean?”

“It means” you leaned in and kissed him, he leaned into you prolonging the kiss.

You smiled when you pulled back “It means, I want to be with you.”

Urbans face was more blushed as you pulled back to look at him, he looked embarrassed. You looked at him confused. He pointed behind you, your mom standing there with a smile.

“It’s about fucking time” she laughed and you both did too.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #bf!jack

[ilyamatic]

Mixed Emotions, Heart Still Open

Oh no, the meme has become a bit of a series. Catch part one here and Vissenta's pov here.

CW: Drug use, relapsing

Song: Where You Are by John Summit and Hayla

Andrico was not running away. They don’t run away from anything. They were making a… strategic exit.

Because the thing about Julian Devorak, the love of their life and bane of their existence in equal measure, was that he was easy to spot in a crowd. It was hard to miss the guy who was more than a head taller than everyone else and dressed like a 90s goth mall rat. So when they noticed that distinctive mop of auburn curls, Andrico decided a visit to the bathroom was necessary. And if the bathroom was located next to the fire exit? Well…

Now, should that have led them to another club? Probably not. It was a festival weekend. That meant after parties. That meant drugs. That meant a couple of lines snorted in the bathroom, a new dealer’s number saved, and a very awkward conversation with their NA sponsor when they unblocked him in 3 weeks. That meant 5 years of sobriety down the drain.

Nasty work.

That being said, those were problems for future Andrico. Andrico right then? Oh, they felt good honey. Better than they had in weeks. Their blood was pumping, their inhibitions gone. There was only the music, the bass, the bodies writhing and grinding against theirs. Andrico didn’t have to think about Julian cleaving their heart in two or the strange way Vissenta got under their skin and stayed there or the empty apartment they were going back to. They only needed that moment, that high. Time meant nothing and each moment bled into the next.

Another line, a new song, laughter spilling into the streets. A stranger’s hand in theirs pulling them onto another dance floor. Rinse, repeat.

But there was only so much cocaine they could snort before they ended up in the hospital again, especially after so long. The high couldn’t last forever. They had to come down at some point. It just shouldn’t have been like this.

“Dunya?”

They should just ignore him. The music was loud enough, yeah? They were still far gone enough. They could do it.

“Dunya please. We have been looking for you all night. You left your purse and phone behind and–”

A strong arm wrapped around their middle and tried to gently guide them from the dance floor. Suddenly Andrico wasn’t floating miles above the Earth. They were in some too hot warehouse surrounded by people they didn’t know and Julian was there, holding them.

They were back in their body and it hurt.

“Let me go,” they pleaded with a weak shove.

“Dunya, we have to go,” Julian said gently. “It’s near dawn. We have to take you home.”

They could feel themselves starting to cry again. “No no no. Let me go. You don’t love me.”

“Andrico.”

They couldn’t handle the crack in his voice. They began to cry in earnest.

“You don’t love me, you don’t love me, you don’t love me but you won’t let me go,” Andrico sobbed. “I love you, let me go.”

Another set of hands came and rested on their shoulders, gently leading them away. They knew Vissenta’s touch anywhere. The sobs continued.

“You don’t love me,” Andrico said again. They repeated it like a mantra. They didn’t know who they meant anymore.

They soon found themself bundled in the back of a car. From the smell of Malboros and hand sanitizer they knew it was Julian’s. They would cry harder if they could but they were wrung dry.

A weight draped over them, all sea salt and burnt wood. Julian’s coat.

Whispers filled the car as he took the driver’s seat and Vissenta slipped into the passenger’s. Snippets of “what did they take?” and “how much?” caught their ear.

They were so tired.

Once the car began to move Andrico allowed themself to flop to the side. Vissenta’s head snapped towards them.

“He-y Drico,” their casual tone misplaced with the worry etched on their face. “Can you sit back for us buddy?”

Andrico shook their head. It was too much effort.

“Okay, that’s okay. Just let us know if you start feeling sick alright?”

“Or don’t lay on your back please?” Julian cut in.

If they had the energy they would snort. This wasn’t their first rodeo. Instead, Andrico allowed their eyes to close and focused on the car moving beneath them. In no time the whispers became white noise and they were able to drift off to sleep.

If they dreamed in thundercloud gray and olive green, that business was their own.

#the arcana #julian devorak #ilya devorak #the arcana julian #the arcana ilya #vissenta senadz #andrico the soft chaos boy/girl/barrel of crabs #modern au #but like if andrico never used their phd and became a baker #and was... kind of an asshole #sometimes you gotta untz untz the pain away tho #content warning: substance abuse

[bunny-script]

this charming man [jonathan byers x reader]

summary: (Y/n) falls unconscious while walking her dog. when she woke up, she was 36 years in the past, while laying on the road outside of a town named Hawkins, Indiana. a shy young man finds her and helps out.

warning: time travel ?

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word count: 1057

a/n: wrote this at 2am while absolutely zooted and I don’t have a beta reader. raw dogging this. enjoy if u can <3

One of the first things she noticed, was that the air smelled different. She’d never really paid much attention to the way it smelled, but it was different.

Then she noticed the sharp pain in her shoulder and the fact that she was on the ground, the dimming light of the sky above her making her eyes burn a little bit.

Hadn’t it just been dark out ?

„Are you alright ?“ she heard a male voice shouting. His voice sounded a bit creaky, like it wasn’t used to being used loudly.

„Here, let me help you,“ this time it was closer, she looked around and landed right on his face, looking down at her with concern painted over his features.

I did not just pass out in front of this cute guy- „Shit!“ she exclaimed as he helped her up from the road, accidentally pulling on her injured shoulder.

„Crap, I’m sorry, did I hurt you ?“

„No, I think I passed out or something and hurt my shoulder.“

As she was rubbing her left arm up and down, soothing the pain a little, she looked around for the first time.

There she stood in the middle of a road, surrounded by fields and forests, an old beat up Ford was parked a few metres from them.

„Hold on, wait, where am I ? Where are we ?“ She asked panicked, looking around frantically.

„Uh, just outside of Hawkins,“ the young man in front of her stated.

„Hawkins ? What like in Indiana ? But,“

he nodded

„But I was just walking my dog. What— Where’s Willow ? How did I get here ?“

„Hold on, you were walking your dog ? Hold on one second !“ He shouted as he was already halfway towards his car.

Through the blur of her forming tears she saw him open the passenger side of his car and gently pick something up. As he came closer and she rubbed her eyes, a stone the weight of a truck fell from her heart.

„Willow ! Oh my god, come here baby!“ she cried as the little dog wiggled out of his grasp, squeaked out a high pitched bark and ran into her at full speed.

„Oh my god, thank you ! I’m sorry, this is so overwhelming, I don’t know how to thank you.“ she said through a small sob.

„Maybe you could tell me your name and let me get you off the road ? It’s about to start pouring out here.“

„Oh yeah, sorry. I’m (y/n) (l/n) and this is Willow.“

„Stop apologising.“ He laughed nervously and rubbed his neck. „I’m uh— I’m Jonathan, uhm- byers !”

He gestured towards his car, picked up her satchel from the asphalt and opened the passenger door for her.

While she was getting seated and buckled up with her dog resting on her lap, Jonathan put her bag on the backseat. When he got into the car, sitting down next to her, she first looked at him properly.

He looked sweet, his body language telling her that he was really shy and probably a fair share of awkward. His light brown hair was tousled and framed his face messily. Brown eyes looked right at her as she inspected his face. From the looks of them, he was also examining hers.

His eyes lingered on her eyes first, he took a breath, then his brown irises flickered to her forehead.

She touched the spot he was fixating on and looked at her fingers afterwards. Blood.

While she just noticed, he was already holding a pack of tissues and a first aid kit in her face.

She snorted out a laugh, “Jeez, thank you, are you like an angel or something ?”

„Hardly“ he murmured as he helped clean her wound. After (y/n) put on a bandaid, Jonathan packed everything away into the glove compartment.

“So where can I drop you two off ?” He asked as he checked the rear view mirror.

“I’m not sure, we’re in, uh, Indiana right ? I’m not from anywhere near here and I don’t know how the hell I got here, if I’m being honest with you.”

“You said you were walking your dog, maybe you… I don’t know, got hit by lightning ?” He chimed.

“And teleported here ?” She asked laughingly. There had to be reasonable explanation for everything.

He turned the key and the little cassette player started creaking out ‘this charming man’ by The Smiths.

“Oh, amazing ! I love the smiths !” She smiled and started dancing with Willows paws in her hands.

“What ?” He asked, looking at her with a smile forming on his rosy lips.

“I said I love the smiths, especially this one.”

They sat there smiling at each other for a few seconds, (y/n) completely forgetting her situation just for that short moment, but that was enough.

The moment he started driving, the rain that had started as a few drops a couple of minutes ago, turned into heavy drops splashing down everywhere.

“My mom and my brother are home but if you have no other place to go today, I can take you to my place for now. Only if that’s okay with you, of course!”

“That would actually be great, I have no idea where else I’d go. But only if it’s no issue with your family or you. I mean you’ve already found and brought back my little angel, I think that’s more than enough-“ she was interrupted by a loud roaring of thunder.

He chuckled slightly at the frightened gasp she let out

“I could also give you a blanket and let you sleep out here but I don’t think either of us would like that.”

The drive to Jonathan’s house wasn’t long, but it felt like it went on for ages. The whole time she looked out the window, looking at all the shops and houses she’s never seen before. So far away from home.

Home. She didnt have such a thing. She had a flat with her stepfather. Willow the only good thing in those four walls. She hugged the dog in her lap tighter, kissing her head softly.

Jonathan was driving carefully in the heavy rain, his car creaked and banged at every opportunity.

Wind started to pick up as the trees shook away loose leafs.

Autumn looks beautiful here, gotta give it that.

#jonathan byers reader #jonathan byers #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things reader insert #stranger things #Jonathan byers fluff #Jonathan byers smut #eddie munson #Eddie Munson reader #Steve Harrington reader

[hinahaikyuu]

My Baby’s Baby | 1

Growing up with the twins was an experience, you knew almost everything about them. Including the fact, Atsumu Miya didn’t want a kid, and that was fine. When you got pregnant as close knit friends with benefits, you weren’t going to force him be a dad, but you were surprised when his twin jumped in the moment he got the news.

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Tags ;  @onigirintarou @bokutokiya @moonlit-mizukage @thisbicc @kitsunekanojo @em0tor4 @callmekda @ssuna @alpha-mommy69  @tripleoyaa @pana-dolle @kaaay-renee @jojowantstocry​ @tsukina​

a/n: I wanted to release the first two, but due to work and several things I need to do before a specific date, I couldn’t finish the second one. I tried to do it today, but I had a migraine. I will release chapter two early if I can. 

all works owned by @hinahaikyuu— please do not plagiarize, copy or modify my works.  

The car ride home was quiet, too quite. Akaashi played some music off his phone through the cars Bluetooth and letting it sit low but no matter what played it just wasn’t loud enough. You at in the passenger seat, buckled up with your knees to your chest and your face burried in your skin. 

Akaashi had never seen you so scared. You always seemed, you were confident, and determined to make every choice a good choice or at least learn from the mistakes. It’s been that way for a couple years now, at least since hes known you. He made note of your phone, constantly going off from one of the group chats if not several that you were apart off and in his peripheral vision he saw you take out the battery and put it in your bag. 

It took too long to get back to his and Bokuto’s apartment to his liking, parking the car and walking around. You took his hand, holding it firmly with your fingers intertwined while he brushed your hair. You started crying before he even got you in the house, by then you were a sobbing mess. 

“Breathe, yn. Breathe.” Akaashi sat with you on the couch. He gave you credit where credit is due, you’ve been handling this well until you got to the safety of his apartment. You didn’t know if you through up from the baby or from the mass tornado of emotions in your heart, head and apparently your stomach. 

“I’m trying Kaashi...” you sat back, fighting back sobs between broken breaths. You were so young, and just in your last year of college. This wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you didn’t know what to do. Thankfully you had a large support network, but everything could change you weren’t stupid. You told your friends first, and your sure the twins told their mom, or maybe not when you thought harder about it.��

“We’ve been so careful! We always have condoms, and always pay attention to the expiration date. I’ve never missed an appointment in my life or anything for my birth control and we’ve been so careful to always plan around my ovulation cycles with that stupid app!” You counted on your fingers before tossing your hands in your hair. Akaashi took your face in his hands, getting you to focus on himself. You matched his breathing and soon you were content and no longer suffocating yourself. Akaashi was always so calming, and you would never take his friendship for granted. 

Until you started thinking again. Maybe announcing it in the group chat wasn’t the best. Would you still be Kita’s favorite? Should you have waited? Probably.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Bokuto is home!” Kou slammed the door open, surprising both you and Akaashi in a slight jump off the couch. He shut the door, and put down his bag, kicked off his shoes before turning to give you the big hugs he always did. Akaashi did tell him he you were there, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw your face. “yn..? What happened.”

“She got some very scary news today Bokuto.” Akaashi started, rubbing your back before standing. “She’s just trying to process it. I’ll get you some tea and some crackers..” Bokuto sat next to you in place of Akaashi, opening his arm and letting you rest into his chest at your own pace. After years of friendship and setting boundaries he knew when you needed a calmer, kinder, stronger presence and he was more than happy to be that in your time of need. 

“Bo.. we’re good friends right?”

“You bet.”

“and if I happened to be involved in a big accident you wouldn’t stop being my friend?”

“of course not.. are you okay?” Bo looked down at you after pulling you from his chest, he took his sleeve and wiped your tears. 

“I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do.” Bokuto didn’t say anything, he sat there, almost dumbfounded before pulling you into his arms again and laying down slightly with you on his chest. Next to Akaashi, you were one of his closest friends right now outside his teammates. 

“He’s a dead man...” 

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[izzielizzie]

Izzie’s One of Us is Back Celebration (Day 7)

missing moments: phoebe and jules hang out for the first time after brandon

story under the cut

I'm not quite sure why I agreed to spend time with Jules to be honest. When she texted me last week asking if I wanted to hang out, I nearly ignored the text and moved on. But Jules and I have been best friends for years, and even if things have been rocky for the past few months, it's a relationship I can't just ignore.

We meet after school in the parking lot. She's already by my car when I get there, and the sight of her leaning on the car's hood as she looks down at her phone is so normal that it actually hurts.

"Hey," I say as I approach her.

"Hi, Phoebe Jeebies." She smiles at me, her green eyes bright, and for a moment I can imagine that nothing changed between us. But then I unlock the door and slide in behind the passenger seat and the illusion is shattered. Emma used to drive us, and it feels wrong for me to be driving.

Jules buckles her seatbelt as I turn on the car. She reaches forward to turn on the radio, then stops at the last second. "May I?"

My head is starting to hurt from all this formality. I nod. "Yeah, of course."

I concentrate on driving out of the parking lot as Jules flips through the channels. Finally, she lands on a Taylor Swift song and we both start singing along. We wait for the song to end before we start talking.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask.

Jules shrugs. "I guess your place is out of the question?"

"Why?"

Jules looks sheepish. "Because of the trial?"

"Oh." I probably should have guessed that. "No, it's okay. Emma's not there."

Jules brightens at this. "Okay. Cool. Can we just go to your house?"

"Of course."

The apartment is empty when we get home, and Jules and I drop our bags by the door and make a beeline for the kitchen like we used to. I pull open the fridge and take out a bottle of Cherry Coke while Jules gets the glasses. I slide the bottle over to her and she pours out the drinks. While she does that I get a bag of microwave popcorn out of the cabinet and unwrap it before placing it in the microwave and pressing the popcorn button. Finally, I settle at the island next to Jules and wrap my hands around my Coke.

We stare at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say now that we're here. Conversation used to come so easily before, and now? Now I don't know what to say to her.

"So... how are things?" I ask. Clearly, this wasn't the right question because — to my horror — Jules starts sobbing. I stare at her in shock as she cries so hard her entire body shakes. "Um... Jules, are you okay?" I ask, rather stupidly. Clearly she is not okay. She shakes her head.

"I'm sorry!" she says between sobs.

I awkwardly stand and wrap my arms around her. She turns in her chair to press against me, and I hug her harder. The microwave's alarm goes off, and she gently pushes me towards it. I don't want to leave her alone as she cries at the table, but the microwave starts beeping incessantly, and I reluctantly disentangle myself to take the popcorn out, since there's no other way to get the alarm to stop. I carefully open the bag as Jules' sobs slow down.

Once she's stopped crying, I pass her a napkin and the popcorn. She wipes the tears and mascara off her face and gives me a watery smile. "Sorry," she tells me again.

I shake my head, remembering how much I used to cry after the bomb went off. "It's okay. But um... is everything alright?"

"No!" she says emphatically, and for a moment I think she's going to start crying again. She takes a deep breath and gets the tears under control. "I'm mad Phoebe. At you, for not telling me about anything that was going on. I'm supposed to be your best friend!" I open my mouth to argue but she steamrolls on. "And I'm mad at myself because I wasn't a very good friend when you needed me. And I'm mad at Brandon for hurting you. And I'm mad at that stupid guy for his stupid texting game because without it maybe Brandon would still be here and then everything would be a little better... But I'm mostly just mad at myself. And I'm sorry about kissing Nate. That was wrong."

"Oh." We sit in silence and split the popcorn while it's still hot. Finally, I speak: "I'm mad at myself too, a little. For not telling you, and for hooking up with Derek in the first place. But I'm learning that being angry just means you hurt other people. It's better to just try and move on, and learn from your mistakes."

Jules is unconvinced. "That sounds logical, I guess." She takes a sullen sip of Coke. I take a sip and realize that it's flat. Of course it is. No one in my family likes Cherry Coke. My mom only buys it for Jules because I asked her to. Because Jules' mom buys Sprite for me. Jules is a part of me, I realize, one that I thought I was willing to part with.

Turns out I'm not.

"Look, Jules." I say. She turns. "We both were pretty bad friends to each other, and I'm sorry for my part in that. But you mean a lot to me. And I don't want to just give up on our friendship because we fucked up. I want to try to move on, if you want."

Jules studies me for a moment before breaking into a grin. "I'm sorry too. And I'd love to start over. I've really missed you."

I grin back. "I missed you too, Jules."

#izzie's oouib celebration #phoebe lawton #jules crandall #oouin

[esmeeyd]

After a first, there's always a second: Chapter one.

"Had I never met Juliette Fairmont, maybe I could have loved moderately."

Calliope's legs began to tire. She had been running aimlessly for a while now. The effort and exhaustion had been a welcome distraction against her heartache. Her voice was hoarse from her screams, and her eyes dried out from tears. Calliope stopped midden in her pace, now standing in the middle of an empty road. Her breath was ragged, and she didn't know what to do next; for the first time in her life, Calliope Burns didn't have a plan.

Cal stood there motionless for a while. She replayed the events of the day in her mind. Theo had been turned and was probably already dead by then. Her father hadn't hesitated to treat his own blood like any other monster. What if it had been her? She shook that last thought away. Her mind then drifted to Jules. Her Jules, the one she had just started to love, only to lose her in the same breath. Calliope wasn't sure how true what she told her was. The hunter was angry at the vampire; it hadn't been her calling to make. Deep inside, though, she knew that Jules had done it to help. She knew Juliette better than she wanted to admit, and there had been no malice behind her action.

"I love you."

Calliope chocked up at the memory. She took her head in her hands and felt the tears well in her eyes. 'I should have said I love you too' was what her mind was screaming at her. A quiet sob managed to make its way through her lips, and before she knew it, she was crying again. Cal stayed like that for five minutes before deciding it was better to head home. She forced herself on her feet and began running once again.

The scene that welcomed her upon reaching her neighborhood was her father frantically loading the truck with Apollo: seemingly trying to talk him out of it. She approached them and caught a glimpse of their conversation. " We don't even know where they are," Apollo said, trying to position himself between their dad and the car.

" Well, I've got some idea." Her father forced her brother out of his way, closing the truck and moving to the driver's side. It was only then that both men became aware of Calliope's presence. "What's happening?" Cal asked, more confused than anything. She looked around and found her mom's absence. " Where's mom?"

"Baby girl, go inside; I'll handle this." Usually, Cal would oblige, but she could tell that something was up. She shook her head and stood her ground. "What happened, dad? Where are you going?" Her father looked like; he was ready to dismiss her before thinking otherwise. He let out an exasperated sigh. He motioned to the backseat, and she jumped right in. Cal saw Apollo hastily enter the passenger seat.

In seconds the engine was roaring, and they were on the road. Cal caught her father's eyes through the rearview mirror. "Your mother let the vampire out, and she won't answer her phone." He gravely explained. Calliope tried not to dwell on the fact that he refused to address her brother by name. At least she now knew that Theo was still alive. She discretely let out a relieved breath. " So where did mom take him? Where are we going?"

This time her question seemed to have fallen onto deaf ears as her father kept his gaze trained on the road. Apollo gave a quick worried glance, and she knew that they were both thinking the same thing. Suddenly the car came brutally to a stop, sending Cal slightly forward. It seemed that they had hit something. All three Burns looked at one another before promptly exiting the car. " What happened?" Apollo asked as they reared the front of the vehicle. There, on the ground, laid a deer.

"It just jumped before us; I couldn't stop the car fast enough." Cal had been through roadkills before, but this time was different. There was something chilling in the air. The deer was bleeding, but strangely it seemed to come from an injury unrelated to the crash. She glanced at the side of the road but met nothing but darkness. With their little accident on their hands, the Burns had no choice but adjourned their journey. Her dad notified the cops. Once everything was handled, she and Apollo successfully convinced him to head home.

The ride back home was silent. No one dared to break the building tension. As the car neared their driveway, Calliope could make out the silhouette of her mother sitting on the porch. Cal knew she hadn't been the only one to notice and could feel that a storm was about to erupt. Her assumption turned true as her father exited the car. He didn't make a move toward her mother, just opting to look at her. It was one of those times where they didn't need words between them, as a simple look conveyed what the other wanted to say. The huntress felt a pit in her stomach as her mother stood up and walked inside. Her father joined her with Apollo and her on his tail.

They found her on the couch, her head in her hand, and as she looked up, Cal could see how exhausted her mom looked. "Kids, please go to your rooms." Calliope knew that was no room to argue, and Apollo seemed to know it too as they both made their way upstairs. They stopped, however, at the top of the staircase. "How could you do this, Tee?" her father's voice resonated from the living room. "He could have hurt you; he could be killing innocent as we speak."

"He's my son Jack!" Cal gulped; she had never heard her mother's voice so emotional. "I just couldn't. I can't kill my baby."

"He's not our baby. That monster. IS. NOT. MY. SON!"

"He's not a monster. It doesn't erase who he used to be, who he is."

" You don't understand." They heard their father walk to the dining area, their mother's steps following him. "Then explain it to me, Jack. Explain how you can so easily think of killing your own son." The sound of chairs getting pulled back resonated, and quiet thuds, most likely from their parents sitting down. "Please help me understand."

"Theo's mom.." Their father started so quietly that they barely heard them from up there. "Aaliyah wasn't just killed by a vamp.." a breath. " The bastard that did it turned her into one." Calliope's breath caught in her throat. " When I found them both, she begged me to kill her, but I refused; I couldn't do it, so I let her go."

"Jack-..."

"Next thing I know, three people are dead, and I had to watch the woman I loved turn into a hideous monster. She was dead the moment that thing attacked her, and I should have ended her suffering before she truly turned into that monster. I still had to stake her and live with three deaths on my conscience."

It was at that point that Calliope stood up. She felt dizzy and couldn't bear to hear more. Apollo gave her a worried look that she tried to appease with a forced smile. Thankfully, he didn't probe further and let her leave. "Why did you nev-... does the guild know?"

"Only Mike and Sarah knew, and they helped me cover it up." It was the last thing she heard before her door closed. Cal wasn't sure how she was feeling. Outside of drained, it seemed that someone had made a dangerous cocktail of all negative emotions one could feel. She didn't know if she wanted to scream again or cry or do both. She had lost so much in the span of two weeks. In the end, the exhaustion won over everything else.

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Blood, there was blood everywhere, from her hand to her clothes. The smell of a freshly dead body was omnipresent. She moved her head around, catching a patch of salt and pepper hair attached to a lifeless body. Her throat hurt, a telltale of her thirst. Hands-on her shoulders, a melodic voice whispering that everything will be okay, and then pain. A scorching pain ran through her ribcage, like something or someone was ripping her heart out of its dome. The pain kept getting stronger and stronger, and then, nothing.

Calliope woke up in a cold sweat. Her breath was short, and her heartbeat was erratic. She took her surroundings in, reassured that she was still in her bedroom. She got out of bed and took a look at herself in the mirror; she was still wearing her pajamas from the night before, no trace of blood. The huntress brought her hand to her heart; no pain there. Her dream had felt so real, but aside from a searing headache, she felt normal. With her nerves appeased, she went over her nightmare once more. It felt like that time she visited Jules' dreams but different. Just thinking about it made the headaches worst. Cal decided to leave it at that for now.

Calliope sat on her bed and went through the shitshow of the last 24h. Theo was alive -thank god- but a nightcrawler, she got accused of being a monster, the conversation from earlier, and Apollo's amnesia. Her thoughts drifted to Juliette for a split second, but she shot them down instantly. Eventually, the headache became too much to bear, and she went on the lookout for some aspirin.

She went downstairs and was surprised to see Apollo, all dressed up, rummaging in the armory. She approached her brother. "What are you doing?" Apollo jumped when he heard her voice before sighing in relief upon realizing who it was. "I'm heading to the Fairmont house. If anyone knows what happened, it's Elinor." He seemed to have found what he was looking for in the pantry as he closed it, a weapon in each hand.

Calliope looked at him incredulously. "Are you nuts? What's your plan? Attack her in her house in broad daylight? By yourself?" Her brother put the weapons in a duffel bag throwing it over his shoulder.

"Well, I have to do something. Elinor was there, Cal. For some reason, I cannot remember what happened that night. I think she killed Theo, well, hurt him. And it doesn't make sense because I was there, and I wouldn't have let that happen to him, so there must be something she did to me."

Apollo was rambling. Calliope wasn't sure if she had ever seen him look this much upset. Her brother looked frustrated with himself and desperate, for what she wasn't sure, but she sure as well was going to do her best to help him. "Okay, okay, but please don't do this alone. I'll come with you." She saw him open his mouth, already hearing his protest. "You can't stop me. I don't want to lose you too. I can't lose both my brothers, please." She saw Apollo's eyes soften, and he reluctantly agreed.

Calliope was on her way to the stairs when they both heard the doorbell. Both Burns looked at each other, confused. It was a Saturday, and they weren't expecting anyone. Apollo set his bag on the ground and went to open the door with Cal following behind him. The sight that welcomed them was a couple; a white man, and a woman next to him, presumably Latinx, holding between her hands a pie. "Hum...hello? can we help you?" Apollo tried, not sure who they were nor what they wanted.

"Hi, we're your new neighbors." The woman explained. At that moment, Cal heard two doors open upstairs and footsteps going down the stairs. "We wanted to introduce ourselves and brought a welcome gift." She raised the pie, and that's when Calliope caught a glimpse of her exposed arms. As a hunter, she had learned to be always conscious of her surroundings. It meant taking notice of spaces and observing attentively peoples around them. Thus, it was no surprise when she caught the lines on the woman's arm. Cal knew that she was a Guild member, and with the way Apollo gave her a subtle look, she knew that he had noticed them too.

Her parent arrived at that precise moment. "What's happening?" Her father questioned, eying the stranger with mistrust. "We were just introducing ourselves." The man said. "Also, we wanted to invite you to our place. After all, getting to know your neighbors is essential." He offered his hand for her father to shake, and Cal remarked the tattoo on his wrist. She didn't think much of it until she saw her parents' entire demeanor change. "Let's say our place tonight? Of course, we'll be expecting the whole family."

To the surprise of both Burns children, their parents accepted. Once the strangers had left, Cal turned to her father. "They're from the Guild right? Why were they here" Her father looked bewildered as he closed the door. It didn't look like she'd get an answer from him, so she turned to her mom. "Mom?"

"You're right. These two are from the Guild and that symbol..."

"That symbol is worn by one of the Guild's special force unit. I've heard about it before but never met one. Them being here can't mean anything good."

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The Burns found themselves, hours later, knocking at the door of the house across theirs. The woman from earlier opened the door and welcomed them in. In the middle of the hallway stood Tess Franklin in all her glory. It was the first time Cal saw her since the attack on the Fairmonts. Without thinking, she went to hug the girl, passing her quick condolences. Tess reciprocated the embrace. They stood there for a second or five.

Once untangled from one another, Cal got the mindset to ask her what she was doing there, to which Tess replied that everything would be clear soon, guiding Cal to the dining hall. They were three people seated across a table; the man from earlier, a girl, and a boy. They both seemed slightly older than Calliope and Tess. Soon they were all in one room, the strangers and Tess on one side and the Burns on the other.

The tension in the room was Palpable. Eventually, the pie woman exclaimed herself. "We all come from the same Guild. There shouldn't be this much awkward tension between us." Her words had no effect on Cal's nervousness. Her mom, on the contrary, seemed to have regained some footing as she confronted them. "So, what is this all about?"

The man stood and was the one to speak up this time. "The four of us are part of Leviathan, a special unit inside the Guild." He once again showed his wrist. Calliope was able to get a better look at the symbol; it was a double-barred cross with an infinity symbol under it. "And, we're taking over the operation in Savannah."

The Burns exchanged glances. "I see that; the Guild didn't waste any time finding our replacement." Her father mumbled. The woman, whose name was still a mystery, intervened. "We're not here to replace you. We'll be your supervisors."

"Come again?" Apollo beat Cal to it.

"You heard it, pretty boy. You're working for us from now on." It came to the boy at the end of the table. Apollo looked at him, offended. "What did you say, kiddo?"

"How did you call me?" The guy was out of his chair in seconds. They were now facing each other off.

"Having a problem, shorty?"

"Well, the kid could drive up a blade right through your jugular before you even have the time to say oops."

"C'mon then." Apollo gave him a shove which only seemed to enrage the boy more as he prepared to swing at her brother.

"Apollo!"

"Saber!"

They were interrupted by Talia and the woman. It couldn't have been more than 10 minutes that they were there, and they were already throwing hands. If this was the climate they were supposed to work together in, Cal feared for their future. She saw the other, who till now had appeared bored by the whole meeting, sighed and stood up. "What an uncivilized exchange. If this is how you behave, I fear that; this collaboration will be rather tumultuous. But maybe we should introduce ourselves first, courtesy oblige."

The way she had been able to calm the situation was by all means intriguing. At first glance, the girl didn't appear to be older than Apollo, but the way she moved and talked, with such poise, showed that they were playing in different leagues. "Due to the nature of our operation, members of Leviathan aren't allowed to use their real name. We mostly work by codenames." She swept her eyes around. It was fascinating how she had the whole room in silence.

"However, in order to blend, we have cover's names. I'm Angel, but for the duration of my stay in Savannah, I'll go by Liz. That idiot right there-" She pointed in the direction of the guy presumably named Saber. "is Saber or, well, for now, Mattheo." Mattheo winked at Apollo before regaining his place at the table next to Liz. Cal heard her brother mock the boy's codename. Which thankfully, he didn't seem to hear.

Liz nodded in the direction of the man and woman" That's Eagle, Erick, Commander, or Kara, and you already know Tess. There. Now what we need to figure out; is the way we'll coordinate our operation during the next couples of weeks, if not months" This introduction session at least did work as a buffer as she could feel some of the tension evaporating.

"Wait a minute, the Guild already approved our move. We're supposed to leave in a few days." Her father tried to reason.

"The Guild is at its best when operating anonymously. That's why we try not to draw attention whenever operating." He gave them an accusing look. "Now, what do you think will happen if; a family that moved here three weeks ago, up and left as monsters made their comeback, three dead bodies were found with their daughters entangled in two of them and said daughter getting accused of being a monster herself. Wouldn't that feel suspicious to you?"

Something about the accusation in his voice didn't feel right with Calliope. "What are you trying to say?" Her mother was starting to get irritated. She could feel it.

"What Eagle meant is that for now, you have to remain in Savannah until further notice. And before you try to protest, it's an order from Guild's council." Perhaps it was shellfish, but Cal was happy that they were staying. It gave her hope of seeing her brother again. Although, the presence of this new 'family' put him more at risk than ever. And as if Liz could read her mind, she made a comment that made her nervous.

"Now that that's out of the way: aren't you guys a family of five? Where's Theseus Burns?" Cal's eyes immediately fell on her father. She was holding her breath, fearing what her father would say. Thankfully her mom came to the rescue, inventing a story about him running an errand. "May we know what kind of errands?"

"I don't think it's any of your business."

"Talia, everything concerning you and your family is our business. As your supervisors, we must know what you're doing, where you are, and what you know at all times. There can't be any secrets between us."

"So, what? We have to ask y'all every time we go to pee too?"

"Apollo-" Talia tried to stop him, to no avail.

"Nah, that's some bullshit."

"You're starting to get annoying. If you don't shut up, pretty boy, I might have to kill you." Calliope didn't doubt that he meant every word. There was just something with how Mattheo was looking at her brother with that sly smirk plastered on his face. No, she was sure he wanted nothing more. She could see her brother's response before he even opened his mouth. However, the words never made their way out.

The slap resonated through the room. Apollo looked up in shock at their mother. Feelings of betrayal and disbelief could be seen all over his face. Their parents had never hit them, at least not outside of training. Cal could see both; regret and rage in her mother's eyes as she ordered her brother to stay put. "Not a word."

Apollo's hot temper was really showing off right now. Even though Cal felt similar, she tried not to show it too much. It wasn't just other Guild members or Clayton Cook. She had heard of those units and how particularly ruthless they could be. If things were to escalate and it came down to fist, they most likely would be able to neutralize them without a hitch. They screamed danger. And seeing how her dad was balling his fists, she knew she was right. The worst part is that it felt like they were powerless in all this. She turned to look at Tess, who contented herself with staying silent in the background.

Kara took the reign of the conversation; in an attempt to mitigate the tension. "I think that as a token of our goodwill, we can trust your words on that one. Theseus Burn has one week. Now that that is out of the way, maybe we can actually start with the briefing?" Left with no choice, the Burns relent ad seated them around the table.

They had to recount everything that had happened since their arrival in Savannah. Throughout the first few minutes Cal would sporadically glance at her uncharacteristically silent brother. Whenever her eyes weren't on him, they were on Tess. Calliope still couldn't figure out their dynamic. They were not related, this much was clear, and at times it seemed more like they barely tolerated one another. However, she was unsure how Tess fitted in that painting.

Thankfully an opportunity to have a one-on-one conversation with her former best friend presented itself when Tess got asked to get drinks for everyone. Calliope volunteered to help her and followed her into the kitchen. The hunter grabbed Tess's arm the second they were out of earshot. "What the fuck are you doing with them."

Tess wrung herself free from Cal's grasp and put some distance between them. "I'm here to avenge my family. I'm here to kill Oliver Fairmont." Cal was looking at her, worried. Her parents had told her about the Franklins; they didn't give her any details, just that they were deceased. She had no idea Juliette's brother had done that. To think that roughly 24 hours ago, she was ready to go to his house with Jules. Calliope shook her head. " It doesn't explain why you're them?"

"What? You don't think I'm a good hunter." Tess crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow in challenge to which Cal just rolled her eyes. It reminded her of their old banter, only this time, it was a serious topic. "You know that, that's not what I meant."

The shorter girl uncrossed her arms, taking a more serious look. " I get what you're saying, but this is perhaps my only chance to get my revenge. They think that I might be helpful since I was present during the attack, and they're not all bad." that earned an incredulous chuckle from Cal and her best ' girl be serious' look. "I'm serious, for example, Mattheo. He and I have a lot in common."

Calliope's expression looked even less convinced than before. " That sociopathic asshole? Yeah, you're right. The resemblance is uncanny?"

Tess sighed. "He's not that bad. When I got here, he was the only one who understood me. We both bonded over being orphans, and he's been helping me through my grief plus, it feels good to have someone to share my Filipino heritage with now that my mom is dead. It makes me feel closer to her." Cal softened slightly. She could see that it meant a lot to Tess, and she didn't feel like raining on her parade. "Okay, if you say so. Just be careful."

During Calliope and Tess's conversation, a different one was ongoing at the dining table. They had reached the events of the attack on the Legacies party when something Kara mentioned had ticked Jack the wrong way. Leviathan got summoned the moment the Guild had been made aware of the presence of Legacies in Savannah. It meant that before the raid had even taken place, the special unit team was getting assembled. It was that particular detail that confused the Burns. " Pause. If the Guild sent you guys regardless of the outcome, why did they let us follow with the raid."

The answer that Erick gave him did nothing to alleviate the growing anger felt among the Burns; on the contrary, it amplified it. "As you know, spotting a Legacy is something close to a miracle, so a whole party full to the brim with them? It was a golden opportunity. The information you gathered from it is more valuable than you think."

The realization hit Talia first. "The spears. The Guild knew that they wouldn't kill them, did they?"

This time it was Liz who spoke. "We weren't sure if the arms would be effective. At least now we know."

"Weren't sure?! They sent the seven of us to place full monsters without knowing if we had the tools to kill them. And for what result? Our friends are now dead, and their daughter, who, for some reason, you brought back here, is now an orphan." Talia was barely able to control her rage. Learning that the fiasco of that night hadn't been just some big mistake but a calculated risk taken by the Guild with their lives on the line; was sickening.

"Why are you so pressed? " Mattheo countered. "They knew what they signed for when they enrolled in the Guild. If anything, they had a somewhat heroic death. It's more than some people get." Talia knew that he was trying to taunt them. She was grateful that there was a whole table separating them, or she might have already jumped him. Jack, for his part, didn't seem to think that the physical barrier between them was enough to stop him. He got up furious, and Talia had to restrain him.

"Mattheo!" The glare that Liz directed toward him was enough to cool even the hottest places in hell. The boy just shrugged before standing up. "Whatever, I'm bored. I'll be in my room. See you later, pretty boy. " He blew a kiss at Apollo before leaving the room.

The tension was still high even after Saber's departure. It took Jack of few deep breaths to calm himself. And, like a pattern, it was Kara, who yet again had to diffuse the situation." What happened to Mike and Sarah was a tragedy, but we should stay focused on our objective, which is to rid the world of those monsters to prevent tragedies like that from occurring again.

Jack just nodded and sat back down. Talia took his hand on the table to give him some comfort. No matter where they stood concerning their son: they would be there for one another. At that exact moment, the two teenagers re-entered the dining room. Both of them could feel that something had happened in their absence but couldn't figure out what. Cal did notice Mattheo's absence, so there was that.

Unfortunately for Cal, she didn't get much breathing time because as soon as she sat down, Erick shifted his attention to her. He gave her what she assumed was assumed to be a disarming smile. "So, Calliope, we heard about your particular relationship with Juliette Fairmont." Cal instantly blanched. She could feel the accusation oozing from his words. Cal was quick to refute his claim and lie that they were nothing other than classmates. However, that had seemed to be the wrong answer as Erick's smile dropped, and he sighed.

"Calliope, didn't we agree that there wouldn't be any secret between us? One of your classmates spotted the two of you making out hours after the raid at a bonfire, and plenty of individuals have seen you two together. And tell me why a horde of wannabe hunters was looking for you at the Fairmonts' mansion less than 24 hours ago?" At the corner of her eyes, she could see Tess staring at her. "I'll ask again; what's the nature of your relationship with Juliette Fairmont, and please, no lie this time."

Cal knew this was a trap. If she sincerely said that she and Juliette had been a thing -although they had never really officialized anything now that Calliope thought about it- she would probably get dragged to the Guild for treason. No, Cal couldn't disclose the truth. Yet, if she lied and they found out, the outcome would be the same, if not worst. Cal was surprised at how much this man knew about her. The fact that the Guild kept tabs on her had never crossed her mind.

The huntress desperately wanted to ask her parents for help but knew that if she looked in their direction, it would only incriminate her further. What she needed to do was bluff her way successfully. She subtly took a breath, dug her nails in her palms to ground her, and looked at Eagle with as much confidence and easiness she could fake. "I didn't lie." Erick looked like he was going to interrupt her, but she didn't give him the opportunity. "To me, we're nothing more than classmates, but to Juliette, we're more than that. She has feelings for me."

"And that means?"

Cal dug her nails deeper. "It means that I'm using her feeling for me to gather intel on the Legacies." The words felt nauseous in her mouth. She never would actually use Juliette feeling against her, no matter how angry she was with her, but for now, she had had to make them believe it. "It's only been a week, but I have made some progress."

Erick exchanged a look with Kara. "Really? What do you know." Cal had to be smart about this. She went over everything that happened with Juliette and tried to find something to throw their way. One look at Tess, and Cal knew what to say. She told them about how he killed Ashley and later turned her into a zombie. That and how he was working with a witch. Selling out Oliver wasn't a tough call. He murdered Mike and Sarah and wanted to transform her into a monster. She had expected a reaction from Tess but was confused by Kara's when she mentioned Oliver's witch girlfriend, Carmen.

The woman kept asking Calliope questions she had no answer to, and that detail seemed to frustrate her. There was a moment where Cal considered mentioning the snake she saw in Juliette's dream, yet something told her she shouldn't. For a second, she was afraid that her inconsequent knowledge of Oliver wouldn't suffice, but to her surprise, they accepted it as enough for now. The next shock came when they requested her to keep going with her and Jules' relationship. "Juliette Fairmont may be our key to eradicate all Legacies." were Erick's exact words. She now had to fake faking being in love with the girl she just promised to spend the rest of her days trying to kill.

Fucking great.

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Calliope Burns had never been more grateful for Mondays. For the first time in her life, her house didn't feel like a safe place. The Burns house was bustling with nervous energy. Now that they knew they were essentially under close surveillance of the Guild, they needed to be discreet. Their main concern right now was Theo. Cal was still shocked that her dad didn't rat Theo out. Perhaps it was a shame or still existing love. Whatever it was, it had bought them time.

Her father wanted to kill him before the Guild got a hold on him, but her mom wouldn't relent. That had caused a weekend-long disagreement that the hunter was happy to escape. It was in those moments that she missed Theo. Her brother always knew what to say to make her feel better, to make even the worst situation seem harmless. She had hoped to find it in Apollo, but the latter had shut himself up in his room and didn't even come for dinner. The only proof she had that he was still there was his car parked in the driveway and the occasional noises coming from his room.

The fact that she had to keep attending school was the only good thing that came from the Guild's intervention. Who would have thought that high school would be the least stressful place for her, a teenage girl.

It was almost time for her class, so Cal opted to set off. Perhaps it had been the lack of sleep, absence of coffee, or wishful thinking that Juliette wouldn't be present, but the huntress seemed to have forgotten that they shared gym class. She made it all the way through the locker room and the field. She only realized her mistake when her ears caught the unmistakable sound of her vampire's laughter.

Whenever she wasn't thinking of Theo or worrying for Apollo, her thought went to Jules. Feelings were something she could navigate but never really understood. She wasn't always skilled at expressing them or even knowing they were there, so it was no wonder she struggled with understanding her feelings for Juliette. The anger was still there. Calliope still blamed Jules for turning Theo but somewhere deep inside felt relieved that no one truly knew a way to kill Legacies. Did she love her? did she hate her? Cal was conflicted and seeing Juliette standing just a few feet away from her didn't help at all.

Juliette was engrossed in a conversation with Ben and seemed normal, happy even, which was weird to Cal. She thought Jules would have been a little heartbroken after their last encounter. But if anything, Juliette seemed to be doing alright, and Calliope didn't know how to feel about it. Their eyes met, and Cal's heart skipped a beat. Jules still had that type of effect on her. But she quickly realized that something was off. The way Jules had looked at her felt so foreign. Like when you lock eyes with strangers on the train.

However, before she could dig deeper, the moment ended, disrupted by Mrs. Bridget's whistle. She paired in groups to play dodgeball, Ben on her team and Juliette on another. During their first match, Cal noticed the glares he kept throwing at her or how he would respond passive-aggressively to anything she said. She found it strange, knowing that the last time they saw one another, it was on a positive note.

The strangest thing, however, was that not once did Jules approach her when both of them weren't playing. She didn't try to talk to her or anything. Occasionally, Cal with catch her glancing her way but that was it. She ultimately reasoned that the vampire had chosen to ignore her. That seemed like the most plausible explanation for that strange interaction. For a moment, Calliope envisioned letting things as they were. If Juliette wanted to ignore her, maybe it was for the better. There was just one major problem; the Guild. They most likely expected her to keep the thing she had with Juliette going. If she started to distance herself now, they'd grow suspicious. Cal had no choice but to keep up appearances.

The next match was between Jule's team and another one. She was watching Jules move and realized that the girl seemed in pain. She was pretty slow and often frowning, not in concentration, more so in agony. The match was going well when one of the girls from Jules' team received the ball straight in her face.

Everyone gathered around the girl. She opened her eyes after a few seconds. Outside of light-headedness and a bloody nose, the girl seemed fine. Nonetheless, Mrs. Bridget insisted that she go to the Infirmary. Juliette volunteered to go with her, and Cal watched them leave.

The hunter didn't pay attention for the rest of gym class. She mindlessly went through the tasks, her mind being preoccupied with Juliette, so much so that she almost missed the end.

She pondered on the best way to approach Juliette. If the latter was really trying to ignore her, a direct approach was the best option. Cal settled for confronting her after the class. The only problem was that Juliette never made it back to class. It worried Cal slightly, but she tried not to overthink it. She did find her in the end. Juliette was in the locker room when they arrived. Cal noted that she looked out of it. She contemplated going to Jules, but with everyone in the locker room she decided otherwise.

She was out the minute she finished changing. The hunter positioned herself outside by the door and waited for Juliette to appear. Thankfully she didn't have to wait long as Jules came out second after her. Cal went in for it, gently grabbing her arm and getting them out of the entryway.

Jules let out a surprised squeal. She turned to look at Cal, seemingly ready to question her but froze. They stared at each other. It was as if time itself had stopped. It had been so long since they stood so close to each other. Cal could hear her heartbeat going crazy. She had forgotten why she was here or what she wanted. The moment seemed perfect, except it wasn't. One second, Juliette was looking at her; the next, she was squinting her eyes and seemed in pain?

Calliope released Jules's arm, thinking she had hurt her, Juliette being a vampire passing over her head. She brushed her hand through her hair to calm herself before explaining herself. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk to you." Juliette stayed weirdly silent, which was only increasing Cal's nerves. It wasn't like her to go into something plan, but she wasn't sure what she wanted to say right now. Cal may have told the Guild about using Jules feeling to her advantage, but doing it now felt weird. She finally opted to go with what her heart was telling her. "About that night. I don' regret saying what I said because that's how I felt, but I shouldn't have-..."

Cal stopped midsentence. They were just something unsettling in the way Juliette was looking at her, that and the fact that she was silent. One thing that Cal liked about Jules was her awkward rambling and how she would look at her. Like Cal was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, her eyes would always shine extra stronger when she looked at her. Right now, Juliette's eyes lacked that spark. She was looking at her funny. Like one looks at a stranger. Cal couldn't take it anymore. " Why are you looking at me like that?"

Juliette seemed confused. "Like what?"

"Like you don't know me." Cal could hear the distress in her own voice.

Juliette's frown deepened in her confusion. "Should I? I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are." Cal didn't know how to take that. To her, it must have been a joke. She tried to reason in her head that Jules was doing it to spite her. And, it was working. "It's me, Cal." For a moment, there was nothing, then came the telltale sign of recognition, and Call sighed in relief. She did it too soon.

"Are you Calliope Burns?"

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"Had I never met Calliope Burns, maybe I could have loved moderately."

Juliette jolted awake in a state of panic. Her breaths were short, and she could feel her clothes sticking to her back. She was sweaty and cold. Juliette took a second or two to calm her breathing. She has had a nightmare, a weird one. It was about Ben. In it, her best friend was running in the woods, like he was trying to escape something. She saw him scream for help and fall a few times. On one of those times, he twisted his ankle. The dream ended with Ben on the floor, bloodied and presumably dead, with two big gashes on his neck.

Juliette couldn't shake away the mental image of her friend's dead body. The vampire closed her eyes and took her head in her hands, only to be assaulted by the faint scent of something familiar. Juliette opened her eyes to look at her hands and was horrified to see dried blood on them. She quickly took off her blanket and realized her clothes, too, were covered in blood.

Juliette rushed to the bathroom, opened the tap, and washed the blood out of her hands. She caught her reflection in the mirror; she looked like a mess.

Juliette attempted to recall the events of the night before. But each time she tried, she got hit with a piercing headache. The last thing Jules remembered was Elinor getting arrested and getting into her car. She was driving somewhere but couldn't place where. Juliette had no recollection of going home either. If anything, she was sure she would have chosen Oliver's place over her own.

Then she thought of her dream. It had seemed so real, so tangible. She could still see Ben's body. That's when she started freaking out. Juliette ran back to her room and looked everywhere for her phone, but couldn't find it anywhere. Juliette knew that she would never hurt her best friend. Even so, the doubt was growing in her mind. Her best course of action was to make sure he was okay. But first, she needed to throw her clothes away and take a shower.

Thirty minutes later, she was tumbling down the stairs. The plan was to straight to her car, but she stopped when she saw the luggage in the hall. Juliette called for her parents and found them in the kitchen. "Why are they luggage around? Are you going somewhere?"

Her mother put down her cup of coffee and turned to her. "Honey, your father and I are going to Budapest."

"Why?"

Her mom looked at her dad and then back to her. "It's something about the council, don't worry. If everything goes well, we'll be back by Tuesday." Juliette didn't know what to say. She could tell that her mother was withholding information, but she didn't feel like probing.

"When are you leaving?"

Her father stood up and took her in his arms. "In a few hours. We left you with enough money, and if there's anything, and I mean anything, don't hesitate to call us." Juliette nodded. Her father looked her up and down. "Were you going somewhere?"

"To Ben's."

"Okay." He kissed her on the forehead and let go of her. " Go have fun. We love you." Juliette reciprocated with her own, I love you too and went on her way. She didn't question much the whole. Making sure that Ben was okay was at the forefront of her mind. She would be suspicious of her parents' antics later.

The ride to Ben's house had never felt this excruciatingly slow. She attempted t whole ride to remember that night but failed once again. Every time the headache got worst. There was also a weird feeling of emptiness. Like she had forgotten something important, something dear to her heart. Thankfully, she arrived quickly at Ben's driveway. Juliette didn't even make sure that she had parked correctly. She just dove out of the car.

Juliette banged on the door, praying in the name of Lilith that her nightmare was just that, a nightmare. She was going for the second round of banging when the door burst open. "Why the hell are you attacking my door like that?" Ben stood in the entryway, looking completely fine and alive.

Juliette took him in a tight embrace. She had never felt more relieved than then. The vampire wasn't sure what would have happened had he not been okay. Apparently, she was holding too tight as Ben complained about a lack of air. Juliette let go of him and apologized. "Sorry, I'm just so glad you're okay."

Ben looked at her, confused. " Was I not supposed to?"

"No, of course not, I mean yes, I mean... Can I not just be happy that my friend is alright?" Ben eyed her suspiciously. She was never really able to hide a thing from him. Well, except for her being a vampire. Thankfully he did insist.

"Well, not so alright. Bunny has been acting a little extra weird ever since I told her about going to my father." Oh yeah, she had forgotten that. Ben was leaving her. It wasn't that she didn't understand the why -if she could, she would go too- just that not having her best man around would make her life a little bit harder.

"What am I going to do without you?"

"Well, you still have me till Friday, and you'll always have your hot girlfriend to keep you company." That confused Juliette. She was a gay-disaster, the kind that barely managed to hold a conversation with her crush, so her having a girlfriend seemed unlikely. Not only that, she was sure that if she did have a girlfriend, she would have definitely remembered.

"What, girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh girl, I'm so sorry. I thought that ya'll were riding the love train. Did Cal dump you?" Juliette looked at him even more bewildered. Cal? The name sounded familiar, like she had heard it before. Yet as she tried to remember where her headaches just got worst. So much so that she winced in pain. Ben saw it and got worried.

"Hey, it's okay. We don't have to talk about it. It's Cal's loss anyway. You and I will consume a shit ton of ice cream, and you'll help me with my outfits. I'm having trouble choosing which one to take with me." Juliette wanted to argue, but the headaches were just so unbearable. It was like something was trying to bore its way out of her skull from the inside. So she just relented and let Ben lead her inside.

They spent the day eating gallons of ice cream, mostly Ben, watching their old favorite movies, and picking apart Ben's closet. The breakup therapy starter pack. After some time, the migraines eased up. Juliette ended up sleeping at Ben's.

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That night Jules dreamed of a girl without a face or name. She only saw snippets; eyes, lips, and strands of curly dark hair but never a visage. She awoke with a strange feeling. Like there was a hole in her heart, something missing. And it frustrated her that she couldn't figure out what.

Ben woke up later than her, and they got breakfast. Juliette decided to stay some more, knowing there was nobody at home. They didn't talk about her supposed girlfriend. Bunny spent the day out on a meeting with the other MAAMs. Ben's departure was giving her more reason to want to hunt monsters. Thank Lilith, the wine addict still didn't seem to suspect her true nature.

Something was plaguing her mind the entire day; if she hadn't attacked Ben, where did the blood come from? Juliette tried, but there was no way to rationalize it. If she did kill someone, what did she do with the body, and why couldn't she remember. Those questions kept her company during her ride home.

She found her house plunged in darkness. Juliette opted to head straight to her room, but something stopped her. A voice she wasn't expecting. "Welcome home, sweet little." Juliette turned in its direction, walked into the kitchen, and flickered on the lights. Elinor was seated at the kitchen table, looking at her sheepishly.

"Really? Isn't the whole villain sitting in the dark a bit overkill?" Juliette uttered as nonchalantly as she could.

Elinor shrugged. "You know I have a thing for theatrics."

"How did you get out?"

Elinor shrugged. "Let's just say that the evidence room caught fire, and by pure coincidence, my file was one of the destroyed ones. A human mistake, really. No proof, no crime."

Elinor stood up painfully slow. Juliette knew her sister well enough to know that behind that smile, she was pissed. "What do you want." She tried to make as much distance between her and her sister, backing away as Elinor approached closer.

"You see, I knew you've been incredibly naive and sentimental, but I never thought that you'll be stupid enough to choose Oliver's side or that your feelings for that hunter girl would blindside you to what's really important; family."

Juliette tried not to focus on the hunter-girl part of her sister's tirade. She kept moving deeper into the cooking area, looking for something just in case. Elinor was, by all means, faster and stronger. And while Juliette didn't think her sister would necessarily hurt her, she looked pissed off enough.

She found a knife on the countertop and weighted the idea. Elinor noticed and barked out a life." Don't tell me you're planning to use a knife?"

"Maybe"

As predicted, Elinor used her superspeed and had Juliette pinned against the floor-length cupboard. Her hand was pressing on the younger throat."You know I'm sick of that sappy shit of yours."

"We don't need to kill to survive." Juliette struggled to get her words out. Elinor had her suspended a few inches off the ground.

"The Juliette that I know would have never betrayed me. It's all that girl's fault. You've been prioritizing her over your own family." She got closer to Juliette's ear. "I want my little sister back, and you deserve some punishment for putting me in jail; that's why Calliope Burns must die."

Calliope Burns, the name was foreign but familiar all the same. It fell like an itch in her brain she couldn't scratch. No matter how hard she tried, Juliette had no recollection of a Calliope Burns. The headaches manifested themselves almost instantly. "Who?"

"C'mon, Jules, do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"I have no idea who that is." Elinor regarded her dubiously.

Seeing that her sister looked earnest, she attempted to force Juliette into telling the truth, but each time, the younger one's answer was the same. Juliette remembered the Burns. However, to her, there were only two brothers. She knew they attempted to kill her family, remembered Elinor wanting her to drain someone on her consecration, but gave an unknown name.

"Who the fuck is Vanessa?"

No matter how she asked, It seemed like all memories of Calliope had been either; completely erased or events rewritten. Her sister wasn't that good of a liar.

Finally believing her sister's words, she released her hold on Juliette, making her fall to the ground. Elinor was preocupied. Either Juliette was suffering from amnesia, or something unnatural was behind it. Neither options were ideal.

Juliette massaged her throat and looked up at her sister. She could see in her eye that the anger was receding, and a glimmer of worried emerged. It only added to Juliette's confusion. "Where's mom and dad?"

"In Budapest for a council meeting."

"Of course they are. Your little girlfriend is safe from now. Ripping her heart out won't be fun if you don't even remember her." With that, Elinor left. Juliette let out a breath of relief once her sister was out of sight. She got up on stood there for a second, thinking about the best course of action. Juliette could go to Oliver's, but for what? Jail had not contained Elinor, and she didn't feel like pissing her sister more than she already had.

The constant mention of a girlfriend, tho, was bugging her. She had half a mind looking up Calliope Burns but then remembered that she had no idea where her phone was. Dejected, Juliette decided to call it a night.

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Juliette woke up once again in the wake of a dream of her mystery girl. From her mesmerizing brown eyes to her plump lips, curly hair, and smooth dark skin. She never got a full picture, just snippets. Juliette tried to reminisce the dream for as long as possible. Eventually, she had to get up for school.

Her first try at standing up was unsuccessful, as she got hit by an intense migraine. Juliette held her head in her hands, screaming out of pain. It was worst than the day before, and she had no idea why. She stayed like that for a while till the pain receded slightly. The only time the headaches had been that dreadful was before her first kill. The vampire thought it was a thing of the past, but it just kept happening.

After some time, Juliette managed to get out of bed and clean up for school. The absence of Elinor was at least a good reprieve for now. She was most likely off murdering people, and Jules could do nothing about it. Juliette didn't need more conflict to worsen her headaches. A well-filled thermos of coffee later, she was on her way to high school.

Juliette put on the radio if only to see if they discovered a new body last night. Nothing came, no body, no missing or missing person, only a weird amount of animals out of the woods, jumping up the road. Reassured of the absence of a potential murder she may have committed, she switched stations for the rest of the traject.

She met up with Ben in front of her locker. Midden in their discussion, the headaches just kept getting worst. Feeling her throat dry, she tried to assuage it with some coffee, but the thirst persisted. Juliette recognized it as a sign of hunger. It didn't make sense.

Vampires could last over a week between feeding, depending on how much they drank. The last couple of days, she had her first kill, then that time with Elinor and Theo Burns. Her first kill alone should have gotten her well within two weeks. She shouldn't be thirsty. The pain followed her to gym class. She tried her best not to let it shine and entertained a conversation with Ben.

Juliette felt it then. She looked up, her eyes locked with a mesmerizing pair of brown eyes, the ones from her dreams. The same curly hair, flawless dark skin, and kissable lips, it was the girl from her dreams. Juliette wasn't sure how it was possible. She was certain to have never seen her before, but it felt like she knew everything about her. It was like they were in a trance of sorts, unable to look away from her. It felt like being inside of a bubble. The otherwise harsh and loud world faded into the background. Same with her migraines. For a brief moment, there were only the two of them.

Unfortunately, every good thing has to end. The whistle broke the moment and brought back, in its wake, the rest of the world. Juliette blinked to reality. They got paired in groups, and she saw Ben ending up with her mysterious girl. Juliette thought that perhaps the girl was new, and in a sense, she could see it with the rather withdrawn way she interacted with the rest. But it was nowhere as awkward as a total newbie would be.

Throughout the games, Juliette's pain never left her. It seemed that with each passing moment, her thirst just became worst. Everything felt overwhelming; the noises, smells, lights, and that infuriating whistle. She needed to find a way out and thank Lilith, an opportunity presented itself. When Veronica Sinclaire passed out, she proposed to take her to the infirmary.

She led the girl there, where she subsequently dozed off. Apparently, Veronica didn't get any sleep the night before. Juliette planned to wait until one of the school nurses arrived. She made use of the moment to calm down. She managed for a little while until she got a whiff of a particular fragrance. The scent of blood engulfed her. Juliette turned to Veronica's slumped form. Of course, the girl was on her period.

Juliette could feel her fangs sprout out, and her thirst became unbearable. The whole instance felt surreal. One moment she was standing close to Veronica, and the next, she had her fangs buried in the girl's arm, drinking from the blood. The relief came instantly. It just felt right, and for a second, Juliette berated herself for not feeding. She kept going and going, it felt like Jules couldn't control herself.

She was reveling in it all when she a noise alerted her. Juliette sprang upright and turned in the direction it came from but saw nothing. She was sure hearing someone. However, the room seemed empty outside of her and Veronica. A Veronica, who looked sickly pale. Juliette hastened herself to check the girl's pulse. Thankfully, she was still alive but had lost a lot of blood. There was no denying that had Juliette kept going, she would have drained her. Horrified by that thought, Juliette ran away.

What happened had always been her biggest fear that one day she would lose control and attack someone. It just didn't make sense. Juliette shouldn't be feeling this way after her first kill. The only good thing was that now the headaches were gone, and so was her thirst. Altho she could still feel it but less persistent.

She didn't go back to gym class, preferring to stay in the locker room. The vampire used that time to go over the facts. She had lost control, almost killed a classmate, and was pretty sure someone had been looking at her. That and the blood on her clothes and amnesia from the other night was getting too much. She needed to talk to her parents. Juliette was still ruminating when the rest joined her in the locker room.

Juliette changed hastily, her thoughts still occupied with what happened. She was so much in her own head, she didn't notice at first someone grabbing her arm. Juliette let out a slight squeal as the person distanced them from the entrance. Once farther away, Juliette tune to her kidnapper, only to be met with her mysterious girl. Up close, she looked even more beautiful.

If she could, Juliette would want nothing more than to swim in the vastness of her gaze. The vampire was acutely aware of her grip on her. It felt like a hot iron burning the skin of her arm. And the pain that blossomed in her chest. It wasn't like the headaches, this one felt familiar, like a boa constrictor closing in on her heart. The pain made her squint, prompting her mysterious girl to release her. Juliette immediately missed her warmth.

She started talking, but the vampire couldn't make out a word she said. She knew the girl was familiar, but no matter how hard she tried, but couldn't remember from where. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Juliette heard that bit and was confused. "Like what?"

"Like you don't know me."

"Should I? I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. "The vampire's confusion kept growing. Juliette was resolute that this was their first meeting because she would have never forgotten someone as beautiful as her. She could feel confusion.

"It's me, Cal." Juliette wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean. The name felt foreign, but there was something in with how she said it like that name should ring a bell to Juliette. She remembered it then. The name Ben used when talking about a girlfriend she didn't have. It was easy to make the connection between that and what Elinor said.

"Are you Calliope Burns?"

The girl looked almost offended by Juliette's words. "Yeah....but you already know that. Why do you keep acting like we're stranger?"

Juliette wasn't sure how to react. First Ben, then Elinor, and now or well Calliope -what a lovely name, she thought- they all seemed to believe she knew her. "Look I don't know you, and I'm not sure why everybody is acting as I do. I mean you were in my dreams but that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is."

Calliope was going to respond when they got interrupted. "Cal, there you are. I was wondering if you could give me a- " The girl seemed only then to take notice of Juliette's presence. There was something in the way she looked at Juliette head to toe that sent a chill down the vampire's spine. It felt like she was being assessed, and she didn't like that.

"Tess? What're you doing here?" Calliope seemed surprised to see, what Juliette could only presume to be her friend, there. Not wanting to intrude on whatever conversation they going to have, Juliette opted to take her leave.

"Hum, well since your friend is here I should probably go. It was nice to meet you, Calliope."

"Jules, wait"

Juliette's pace faltered slightly at the nickname. There was just something in the way she had said that. But she shook her head and resumed walking, only glancing back when she was far enough. She could help but murmur to herself.

"Who are you Calliope Burns, and why are you in my dreams?"

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