#and he was too tired to drive home at first so he came w me to my room and i made him coffee and we watched dazed and confused and he played

[cxlamarisalxmi]

Being Miguel’s daughter and hosting Venom [2]

[Platonic One-Shot]

c/w: fighting, depictions of violence and gore, angst, female pronouns (she/her), feminine gendered terms used to describe reader, Venom is a big softie, only for you though 🤭

a/n: this is marked as part two because the first one shot was the first part, the drabble was more of an introduction to the idea 😭 I understand there might be some confusion about how these parts are set up but yeah the drabble was intended to introduce the idea more than it was meant to be an actual part of the series— like an extended epigraph… sort of

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It was raining the day your father had decided to return to your dimension— the dark and gloomy rain clouds above thick and heavy as they devoured the sky.

With them they brought raindrops thick and heavy in density that were spat out in a torrential downpour. Falling in copious and rapid quantities.

You had been sitting perched on the corner of a building’s roof, observant and watchful as you patrolled the streets from your perch.

The darkness that had followed the overcast night sky left the street lamps and starkly bright city lights bright and prominent in their glow. And your sensitive and finely tuned auditory perception picked up on the sounds of tires driving through rainwater on the pavement. The sound of particularly nocturnal people walking, bustling and moving about— the way their shoe soles stepped on the soaked through concrete of the sidewalk, some splashing as they came across puddles in the divets of the ground.

Everything that involved your senses and being aware of the world around you sharpened dramatically, now keen on focusing on the world around you. Listening starkly for any kind of traumatic event occurring.

“I like the rain.”

“Me too.”

“The atmosphere is relaxing. We feel at peace.”

You couldn’t help but agree, the weather more than accommodating in the sense your mood had improved drastically.

It had been two weeks since your father had made his appearance, and since then you had been tightly wound and more than a little hurt at his abrupt intrusion. Even more hurt at the way he had just left without so much as an ounce of effort in trying to get you to talk to him.

He had called your name, and he did speak to you— that was something you could acknowledge, but the fact he hadn’t bothered trying beyond that spoke a lot about what your relationship had come to. What it still was.

He didn’t care about you, he never had and the encounter from a little less than half a month ago gave you the impression that he never would.

A small part of you could admit that you had hoped maybe he would come after you, chase you down, take you into his arms and hold you tenderly. Lovingly.

An even larger part overwhelmed that feeling with a cold and bitter indifference that made you more angry than sad. Sparked to life when he left you behind in a home you didn’t know, with people you didn’t trust— and festered to much more significant levels as the years continued to pass with not a single word from him.

You shouldn’t have expected him to make an effort to fix your relationship, and you hated that you were so bothered that he hadn’t tried at all. You should’ve known that he hadn’t ever intended to be involved with you at all. And you should’ve just accepted that your relationship was beyond fixing— and there was no point in trying to repair something that had died a long time ago. Irreparable— damaged and broken.

And whilst anger and hate had spread and taken over most of your heart and soul, there was still a small part inside that was more hurt than anything.

That small child inside that had depended on her father more than ever in the wake of her mother’s death. A little girl that had quickly learned he wasn’t dependable, she couldn’t count on him at all. And she was quick to learn that there wasn’t anyone who had her back, was on her side. It developed into her trusting absolutely no one— “the only one I can really trust.. is me.”

“[Y/Name]? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured quiet and tame as you continued to watch over the city. The darkness and ache that had consumed your heart so very deeply at the remembrance of your father had dissipated when your friend had spoken to you. “I’m fine V.”

“Was it about him?”

You didn’t respond and they had expected that you wouldn’t, and didn’t say much after that. And you appreciated their understanding that you didn’t want to talk about them.

There was a moment of tranquility, peace in the loud bustle of your city as the rain continued to fall. But then your senses tingled as the familiar sound of a portal spinning open erupted behind you. There wasn’t a moment of stillness that you allowed before you were spitting webs at the wall behind the portal.

Miguel walked through the portal a moment later, it closed a second after and then you were launching yourself at him.

He may have not had the tingle at the expense he wasn’t even really changed like you had been. He hadn’t been bitten but had his genetic code changed, and his abilities came from a vial of liquid he injected directly into his bloodstream to keep his powers sharp and potent.

So, whilst he didn’t have the spider senses that tingled anytime danger was nearby, his natural instincts had been sharpened finely. Thus, he was able to bring up his arms as you drop kicked him into the wall you had slung your webs at.

Even though he was blocking his face protectively you had put enough strength behind the kick to hurt him, and he grunted as your kick connected sending him flying back.

[Y/Name] jumped to meet him against the brick wall and grabbed him by the throat, tightening her clawed fingers around his neck before she was pulling him from the wall and throwing him off the building to the street below.

The previous feeling of peace and content that had warmed her chest and blood had diminished, and was now replaced with thorough rage. Hot and ferocious.

[Y/Name] had sworn to Venom that she absolutely would resort to murder if her father ever returned to her universe, and here he was. So the alien didn’t falter nor make an effort to halt the anger that was slowly but surely filling his host’s body.

Another portal opened up behind her and she felt an itch of annoyance as she felt the familiar presence that made her senses tingle. Jessica Drew.

A snarl tugged at her features as she curled her lip and looked over her shoulder, a ferocious glare fierce and angry in her bright eyes.

“Venom.”

“Of course.”

Jessica stared as a thick, black matter pooled from her back and slid across her lean and muscular frame. The alien-like viscous oil gliding across every plane of her frame, concealing her entire white and blue suit in a tightened black version of it instead.

“[Y/Name],” Jessica began soft and quiet— an attempt to somehow quell the furious fire of rage she could feel hot and angry from where she stood several feet behind the young teenager. “I know what you must be feeling—”

“You don’t know shit.”

“You want to kill him. And I can’t let you do tha—”

Her sentence was cut short when she was suddenly thrown backwards, her senses had tingled but not nearly quick enough. And she had been sent backwards to the brick wall in consequence, she gaped at the O’hara stood in front of her on the edge of the roof.

She had turned to face Jessica with her back, and the blackened webbing surrounding her body seemed to pulse and tightened around her body. Every time she squirmed attempting to loosen them, cut them or escape they would just tighten. She resorted to calling out to [Y/Name] instead—

“Spider-Woman doesn’t kill people!”

[Y/Name] willed her mask to peel away, the small and thin tendrils crawling up her neck and hugging her forehead only made the harsh glare she threw at Jessica over her shoulder much darker. The snarl she gave baring abnormally sharp canines seemed to make her even more intimidating— it made Jessica uncomfortable how a simple look made a chill rake down her back.

“You’re right. But we do.”

And she shivered again at the alien voice that rumbled from the young adult’s chest. The words she spoke only succeeding in making her all the more uncomfortable and frightened. The tone she spoke in was deep and ferociously monstrous. And Jessica stared as the O’hara glared back for a single second before she jumped disappearing over the side of the roof.

[Y/Name] landed on the sidewalk paved along the side of the asphalt road, she jumped forward flipping out of the way as her father shot a web at the spot she occupied previously.

But he had jumped to meet her midair and they grappled as they fell back to the road, she managed to wrangle a hold on the back of his suit and brought forth Venom’s strength to throw him down the road before landing on it herself.

Miguel’s sharpened instincts flared aggressively as his young daughter launched a car at him. He spun around extending his arm forward simultaneously— the long and sharp blade on his forearm cutting the car cleanly in half. But she had been there to surprise him, lunging forward after she had thrown the car knowing he’d cut it in half opening up an ambush as she erupted in between each piece of the vehicle.

He gasped silently in shock at her appearance through the split and grunted when her punch connected to his face. Enough strength from her abilities coupled with Venom to send him flying back. And he flipped midair to land on his feet several feet down the street, he dug the blades on his forearms into the pavement to halt his movement as he looked up.

“I suffered! Alone! For twenty years, because of your cowardice!” [Y/Name] shouted as she stormed down the street, the mask Venom provided peeling back to reveal a ferocious snarl tugging her lips back and baring abnormally sharper canines.

“Protecting the security of the multiverse is not cowardly!”

“You knew invading another universe at the expense of your variant’s death was wrong! You knew your presence could collapse the very fabrics of a dimension! You always knew!” She roared in exclamation to his rather weak defense, having stopped just a few feet in front of him to properly put her feelings forward. Give him everything she had bottled up inside that had erupted suddenly since his abrupt appearance in her dimension two weeks ago.

Miguel just stood there, he swallowed thickly at her statement as he held eye contact with her. There wasn’t any indication he was intimidated by her on his face, his expression blank and guarded with slanted brows and narrowed eyes. But internally he was dreading the fight that would no doubt occur, she was anomoly after all.

“But— when she told you she was pregnant, when she told you she was excited to start your family.. what did you do? What did you do? You. Ran!”

“She was never meant to bear children! Never meant to give birth to you— that was not my fault!”

The audacity he had to ruin her life and not even acknowledge it only made [Y/Name] all the more furious, her blood boiling beneath her skin as she tightened her vicious snarl. “Not your fault?!”

[Y/Name] advanced forward, she reached to her left— her muscular forearm flexing beneath the deep black Venom suit as she gripped the side of another car and effortlessly lifted it throwing it at him.

He jumped to the side to dodge but she was there to meet him once again, having leapt from her spot on the street to put her knee in his face. He couldn’t bring his arms up quick enough to block it this time, and she forced him backwards when she utilized Venom’s alien strength to really hurt him.

Miguel grunted as her strike connected and he was thrown into the side of the building off to the side. She followed right behind him tearing her arm back and throwing it forward the second she was close enough. The hit had enough power and strength in it to send him right through the brick wall and into the empty warehouse within.

[Y/Name] landed several feet away from the form of her father on the ground, he was slow to get back to his feet but once he had he turned to face her. And she could tear his throat out at the scowl carved into his features, the conversation that followed only making her all the more infuriated.

“I’m not here for any other reason than to capture the anomaly in your dimension.” He says, a still blank and guarded look on his face. One that his young daughter matched only to a degree that looked more like she was enraged rather than unbothered.

“There’s no anomaly here, Venom and I would’ve picked up it’s unnatural scent immediately.” She reasoned.

“You wouldn’t know of it’s presence. Because it’s you.”

“What?”

“You are an anomaly, you were never meant to be born.. never meant to be bitten… never meant to host Venom. You don’t belong. You need to be contained.”

[Y/Name] froze, Venom inside stilling too as he and herself processed the words that had just fell from her father’s mouth. All was quiet for but a moment—

“You…”

Miguel watched as a dark look overtook her features, from enraged previously to downright hostile as her eyes darkened to an unseen degree. He felt a shiver of fear and intimidation shuck down his back in a brief burst.

“You bastard.”

The snarled words growled from her throat sent another ripple down his spine. And he swallowed thickly as the deep black viscous matter of Venom returned, and then she bore the same appearance as before.

The same lean and muscular frame but now entirely black with a white spider insignia, her mask’s eyes now more monstrous-like as opposed to the regular diamond shape as most spider people.

“Fine.”

[Y/Name] Venom snarled ferociously, Miguel watched as the alien bulked up his daughter. Not so much so that it wasn’t proportionate but enough to have him breathe out a brief exhale of uncertainty and anxiety.

His daughter had become powerful in his absence, and he had caused the black hatred to plague her heart. The fact she only looked at him with hate and a fiery light of murder and bloodthirsty rage was his fault and his fault alone. He had no one to blame but himself.

So, he really had no one to blame for this fight that would occur one way or another. He wasn’t sure he could beat her, and for the first time in a long while he felt a surge of anxiousness brew to life in his stomach. His heartbeat slightly erratic at the new feeling of diminished confidence in his chest.

He knew this would be hard, he knew he was walking into this fight with a significant power difference, and he knew for damn sure he wasn’t certain he’d keep his head. And Miguel had no one to blame for it—

But himself.

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a/n: started writing out requests so expect to see those soon but don’t get too excited as I can’t promise when exactly they’ll be finished and posted, my classes are kicking my ass and my job fucking sucks so.. bear with me please and I hope you enjoyed!

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[sukunaology]

Hello, I am a first time reader. May I please request for Yandere Nanami Kento one shot wherein his darling is trying to hide from him inside their shared home.

𝚗.𝚔. — 𝚓𝚓𝚔

a/n: hihi !! thank you for requesting!! i was so excited to see my first request! i hope i fulfilled what you asked for you! kento is a new character to write for me so i hope i do him justice lolol

w/c: 758

synopsis: in which you screw up royally

trigger warnings: pet names (dear, darling), general yandere scariness, kidnapping mentions, forced financial dependency, mentions of violence, mention of punishment, forced domestic roles and spanking. MDNI, read under the cut.

it hadn't been long since kento had brought you back to his home. you still have nightmares of that moment when you had been knocked out and taken to the home that he had recently bought. he told you that it was perfect, it would be just you and him, in a shared domestic bliss.

though in your eyes, it did not feel that way. even though you greeted him every evening at the door, you never ever truly loved him. it was a matter of survival for you.

you quickly learned kento's pattern, if you had disobeyed or made any attempt to run away, he would bend you over his knee or he'd lock you up in that strangely large basement depending on the severity. kento isn't quick to anger, in fact, compared to everyone else, he has loads of patience toward you. he didn't mind that dinner was not always ready when he came home. he didn't mind that learning how to sow took you a long time. it was only when you decided to challenge that domestic fantasy he had created that were you subject to the worst of kento.

"dear, i'm going to work now"

his voice pulls you from the chasm of your mind, and you look up at him. you feel his lips press gently against your forehead, his hands cupping your cheeks. you lean into his touch, feeding his fantasies. you began to notice that he trusted you more than he did in the past.

he lets you watch tv for a certain amount of time, he lets you outside when he is home. he also started letting you access the knives in the kitchen, you hadn't tried to test his patience since the last time he had locked you in the basement.. but today you felt brave.

you walk kento to the door, giving him a final goodbye kiss. you wave as he enters his car and he drives away.

closing the door, you decide to occupy your time by reading books or doing menial chores around the house, it's the only thing you can really do. you watched carefully as the clock ticked by, waiting for that very specific time. 3'oclock. this busiest hour of kento's office job.

when that fated time clicks on the clock hands, you get up and carefully head to the farthest window down the hallway that connects the living room to the stairs. you push up the window lock and you cheer mentally as it opens with no problem. it seems easy.. almost too easy, but you pay no mind to the minute details of the moment.

pulling yourself up to the window ledge, you freeze as you notice the green light reflection in the window. your hands feel clammy as you jump down, closing the window. you turn slowly, meeting face to face with the camera. damn it. you should have seen that coming

kento plans everything

he knows everything you do

he must be coming home now.

in the distance, outside the door, you can hear the tires of kento's car tires screech. you shake out of your stupor to find a place to hide. instinctively, you go where you always hide when kento gets like this. the bedroom closet. predictable, but it allows you a moment to get ready for what is to come.

like clockwork, you hear the door slam. his footsteps stomp up the steps and you can hear as he enters the bedroom. "dear, come out. now" he speaks evenly, but you know of the hell that will come to you. you might as well face it now. you get up from your fetal position and you step out of the closet door.

kento sits on the edge of the bed, and he gives a stern yet disappointed look. "i expected better from you, darling. you know what to do, come here"

you do as you are told and you come to him, you bend over his knee. he hikes up your pants, "we'll do fifteen. this will help you remember exactly what happens if you do this again" clenching the sheets from where you lay, you prepare yourself for the first hit.

then the next

the next

and the next

it feels like forever before it is over. he rubs his hand up and down your back as you sob, the stinging pain hitting you like a freight train. "i know it hurts, but you'll do good to remember that this is for your own good darling"

[keeksandgigz]

a shot in the darkest dark

steve harrington x commitment issues! fem!reader

i fucking love writing angst and this is also my very first steve work! tiny little blurbie for now cause I've been obsessed w Steve and this song

cw: unrequited love, reader has committment issues, one instance of self deprecating language, no physical description of reader, just lots of rly sad stuff

word count: 1.5K

"Awww, Steve, look! It's such a nice desk" you'd said, pointing at an oakwood desk while absentmindedly looking at furniture at a big Indianapolis mall.

Steve seemed to be in his own world, as he paced around the aisles, looking at tables, chairs, patio decor. He'd taken you out of Hawkins for the day, a little date that didn't involve movies or aimlessly walking around the small downtown area.

You hadn't been dating for too long, and to your wishes, he was taking things slow with you. You'd been so lovely to him, though and him to you.

He'd take you out on dates and pay the bill, drive you around when you needed to clear your head and kiss you goodnight at your doorstep. It was too good to be true.

For the past six months, Steve Harrington had been at your beck and call at every hour of every day, eager to see you, be with you, literally do anything as long as it was with you.

His only flaw was falling in love too fast.

"Oh yeah, it's really nice. I can get it for our first apartment" he dug into your side, smiling. The future was all he worried about, his beautiful picket- fence dream that he'd always wanted.

It made you uncomfortable, how easily he was able to talk about moving in together, starting a family, getting married. Your mind didn't work like that. You took a step away from him, an awkward laugh escaping you.

"I need to get a scarf, it's starting to get cold in Hawkins, come with me?" you'd said, swallowing the guilt that came from dismissing his dreams.

You'd thought you could have made it work. Steve was a lovely guy, so devoted to you he'd damn year kiss and worship the ground you walked on. But everything was too good. It wasn't something you thought you deserved.

You'd paid close attention to him, for any flaw that could have given you an excuse to go, but he was too perfect.

"Yeah, uh- of course, honey. Maybe we should come here during Christmas, I heard they do some really nice markets. I could get you something nice" he'd suggested, putting his arm around you. You breathed through your nose.

"Yeah- yeah that sounds nice." You whispered, as you walked over to Sears.

The day went about the same after that. He'd come across a little baby onesie with stars on them.

"Look honey, isn't it so cute?" he smiled. You had to hold back a grimace at his implication.

He looked at the window of a real estate agency, taking account of what a four bedroom home in Idianapolis would cost. Planning to save his money from his shiny new accounting firm job.

"Ooh" he cooed "that house is real nice, don't you think baby?" he pointed at a white picket- fence light blue home with a big front yard.

"Yeah, it's really nice" you said "Steve, I'm kinda tired. Can we go home?" you'd protested, hoping he'd just drop you at your house and you could cry it out, wondering what was wrong with you for not wanting what many girls your age wanted. Stability. A family.

"For sure, honey. Want to stay over at mine's? We can grab a movie and get some pizza or something" he said, kissing your temple.

The fact that he was okay with you taking your time didn't mean that he took his. He was a speeding train running at full speed ahead, while you felt like you were biking behind him, feeling left out from this feeling of love and devotion that he continuously showed you.

"Uh, no, thank you, Steve. I have work in the morning" you lied. You didn't want to see him. The guilt would have only grown stronger, until you could not have taken it anymore.

The drive home was surprisingly quiet. Steve chalked it up to you being tired. He knew crowded places overwhelmed you.

After an hour and a half of complete silence, he pulled up in the street where you lived.

"Oh look, baby, a dog! I've always wanted one like that, maybe we can get one-"

"Steve just fucking stop it!" you'd interrupted him, banging on the dashboard. He braked hard in the middle of the empty street.

"Jesus, babe, what's wrong?" he said "Sorry for braking this hard" as he parked up the curb.

You breathed "Sorry, Steve. I-I can't do this." you whispered.

You breathed "Sorry, Steve. I can't do this. This is moving so incredibly fast” you exhaled, letting the boulder weighing on your chest slowly crumble, and you with it. 

“I’m sorry, I’m- I’m not sure I understand. Can’t do what?” he said, nearing his head towards yours. Wanting to be close to you, wanting to hear your thoughts. You retracted from him, now heaving.

The air in the car felt so incredibly stuffy as you unfastened your seatbelt and got out, heading towards your front porch. He followed you suit, cursing yourself for wanting to let him go.

You were leading him on with false hopes of a future you didn't want. You needed to free him before it was too late. The crisp November air turned your breaths into vapor, tinging your noses red. He'd forgotten his coat in the car.

"I just- I can't do this. I can't do us. This is... too much. The moving in and the house and the kids and the dog and the family stuff. I can't Steve I don't want this" you rambled. And that's when the waterworks started. Mascara running down your cheeks, loud sobs populating the otherwise quiet cul de sac.

He got closer to you, but you backed away once again. He didn't need to be that close, not when you were trying to let him go.

"Baby... what- I- I had no idea, I just- I" he was helplessly stuttering. Your chest was aching watching his eyes gloss over ever so slightly, you swore you could hear his heart break.

"I'm so sorry, Steve. I tried. I tried so incredibly hard to see what you saw and I fucking hate myself for not being able to. You're so great, you've been such a lovely boyfriend and I need you to know, because I don't wanna lead you on. I care so much about you but-"

"You don't love me" he interrupted you. A whisper. Barely audible, but loud enough that you could hear the hurt in his voice "It's been six months. You don't love me?" he continued. A breath caught in your throat as you tried to answer that you did try, you did care for him.

You just didn't love him how he did. You knew you were doomed since you'd started going out.

The world went quiet, but not in your ears, a loud whistle kept you on alert, wishing you could crawl inside and hide under your bed forever.

Steve's eyes became clouded with tears as the silence between you became the loudest response he could have ever gotten.

He didn't want to let you go, but being led on for six months had hurt more than he'd expected. He wanted you to tell him that this was just a silly joke, to come inside, cuddle and watch a movie.

Steve waited. He waited for a negation, for an I love you, Steve. An affirmation that never came as you looked at him. You felt embarrassed and he felt like you'd stabbed him.

He was the first to break the silence.

"So I guess it's over then" he croaked out, a burning ball lodged in his throat that didn't allow him to speak. Or breathe for that matter.

"I'm so sorry, Steve. I just- I didn't want to lie to you any longer. Even if I loved you, I'm not good for you. All I'm gonna do is pull you back from this great dream you have. You can't have a picket fence with me, I'll only tear it down. And you can't just put it back up, Steve" you said, taking as many steps back to get away from him. From the guilt of losing him.

"I'll put up as many picket fences as you need. I just want you" he pleaded, one last prayer. Don't go.

"I'm sorry, Steve. Please go home. You're gonna get sick" your voice a thin iron string settled in between your throat. You loved him, but didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve him.

And so Steve turned around, grabbing his broken heart off the floor. You watched him from your driveway, quiet, with his head hung low. A love like his should not have gone wasted on someone like you.

Steve reached his car door, looking at you for one last time, eyes watery and dark. Hoping, praying for your thin voice to speak up, to tell him to come back to your driveway. Tell him to stay.

Don't go.

[whatdudtheysay]

|Open relationships|

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(Getou Suguru x F! Reader/Afab)

Context - You should've known that an open relationship with him of all people would be the worst and best thing ever.

Cw - ,oral (f. Receiving), smut, jealousy

AN- Omg thank you all for all the love I've been getting in recent posts. Makes me so happy to see the reblogs and likes ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ sorry it's kinda short •if anyone wants a PT.2 lmk

Outfit inspo → part 2

"Leave me alone Suguru." You argued over the phone, walking into your shared bedroom to quickly pack a suitcase.

"Why the fuck did you leave? And where the fuck are you at?" Getou questioned, the faint sound of a car door slamming coming from his end.

You scoffed, shoving clothes into your suitcase quickly, a slight string of fear lacing through you when you heard the familiar sound of his engine starting.

"You know what you did." You huffed, grabbing your purse from the dresser.

It was petty, yes. But you didn't care. He'd broken another rule tonight. You were at a mutual friends party and getou obviously wandered off. But while you were with your friends, you saw him kissing another girl. You both did have an established open relationship. He could sleep with who he wanted and so could you. As long as you both used protection and knew that you still belonged to each other. At first, you didn't really like the idea, but you liked getou too much to let him go, so you forced yourself to get used to him bringing multiple different girls back to the apartment night after night. But the first rule he broke was that he didn't tell you about the girl. You weren't as annoyed but the more you watched them together the more you got vexed, eventually growing tired and overwhelmed from the crowded surroundings so much to the point where you felt suffocated, finally asking one of your friends to drive you home.

Unluckily for you, Getou caught sight of you trying to leave and came up to you. It would've been a nice gesture if he hadn't come with the same girl who'd had his tongue shoved down her throat.

"Baby where are you going?" He asked, an arm going around your waist which you moved away from.

"Home." Was all you said before leaving the house, your friend trailing awkwardly behind you.

"What? This the guy you're sleeping with tonight?" Getou asked, catching up with you and grabbing your arm.

You shook yourself from his grasp, visibly annoyed.

"Just leave me alone!"

Getou finally let you go, watching as you walked off, your friend quickly catching up with you.

"Getou? You coming back to the party?" The girl asked.

He would've said yes but he had a weird gut feeling that had him shaking his head.

"No."

And that's how you ended up here, your phone on the bed whilst you continued shoving different clothes in before finally closing it, struggling to zip it down completely with how messily you'd shoved different clothes in.

You looked back at your phone, not surprised to see that Getou had ended the call, your eyes rolling when you figured he was probably still with that girl from the party.

But then the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, banging against the wall, making you jump lightly, turning to see your 'boyfriend' there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You asked.

"This is my house too?"

You just turned away from him, trying to get the suitcase zipped.

"What d'you think you're doing?" Getou asked, closing the distance between you both.

"Staying at a friends." You mumbled, coming close to the zipping it up fully.

"That guy from earlier?"

You shrugged, continuing to try zipping your suitcase. You were close to the end but getou suddenly took it from you, throwing it somewhere else in the room.

You were about to argue with his childishness but you were too tired to fight anymore, instead moving past him to retrieve your suitcase. However, Getou wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.

"Think I'd let you leave that easy?"

You just stared at him, trying not to break down in his warmth.

"Well you did when you had that random girls chest pressed against your arm."

Getou rolled his eyes and pushed you down onto your shared bed, not wasting anytime before he was rolling your skirt up, his free hand pulling at the band of your panties.

You shook your head, your leg pushing against him once he got your underwear off, throwing it somewhere behind him.

"Suguru- stop -"

He ignored your pleas, instead pushing you further up the bed and forcefully spreading your legs, positioning himself between your legs.

"My baby's just jealous, huh? You jealous of that girl?" He asked, pressing sloppy and quick kisses against the inside of your thighs before leading up to your sex, kissing and sucking your clit, making you whine.

"No, don't want it-"

"Hush, princess. Know you want me down here. Want me to fuck this cute lil pussy with my tongue, huh?" He cooed before licking a flat stripe against your sex, making you let out a light whine.

"Suguru, please," you whimpered, your hand moving to press against his hair.

Getou just grabbed your wrist, moving his gaze to meet your eyes.

"Won't tell you again, baby. Besides, you know the word."

Of course you did. Your safe word. You only ever used it for emergencies, when you felt unsafe. So why weren't you using it? Because you liked when he got like this. possessive.

Your head weakly fell against the pillows, letting your whimpers pass your lips, getou smirking against your sex, knowing he'd won you over again. You made it too easy for him.

He continued gliding his tongue skilfully around your clit before messily making out with your pussy, the contrast between him being careful and sloppy making your breath hitch and soon enough you felt your familiar orgasm begin to build up.

"Suguru- please, 'm gonna-"

But to your disappointment, getou stopped and instead moved to look up at you.

"What's wrong baby? Thought you didn't want this?"

Your nose scrunched up, looking away from his smug face.

"You want it, don't you?" He hummed, moving back down to kiss your entrance, his tongue sliding in after, your back arching once his finger moved to rub your clit, drawing his name against you.

"Please, Suguru," you whined, bucking your hips up against his face.

Getou just hummed, continuing to eat you out like you were his last meal, not stopping until you let out that beautiful moan he knew all too well, your entrance throbbing against him as you came, your hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, tears blurring your vision.

Getou hummed in delight, licking up all of your juices in satisfaction before finally moving away from your dripping sex, licking his lips as he relished in the state of you.

"So fucking tasty, baby."

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[countrymusiclover]

14 - Best Birthday Gift

Part 15

The Texas Tire Family

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Pushing open the bedroom door in our apartment I smiled brightly seeing that my husband was still peacefully asleep in our bed. He was doing his best to earn more money since Dale was getting tired of running his shop. I could tell that he was interested in opening up a tire shop since he was looking to work for Mandy’s dad. “Georgie, I have a surprise for you. Wake up sleepy head. I made some waffles.”

“Oh hey babe…you didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed.” He rolled over onto his side so he was facing me. His hair was a mess more than its usual curly mess and he still had his sleepy morning voice.

Sitting the tray down on the bed he scooted over where we could both sit on the bed. “Well I think that my husband and father to my two beautiful children should be treated well on his birthday. Especially when he is turning eighteen years old. That is a big deal.”

“Oh man I totally forgot. You are the best Y/n.” He sat upright starting to quickly dive into eating the waffles and bacon. Laying my head against his shoulder I smiled watching him for a few minutes. I would be turning eighteen in two months so then we would both be adults.

He turned his head holding out the fork feeding me a piece of waffle talking with his mouth full of food. “So what are we gonna do today. Movies or something?”

“I was thinking dinner at the Mexican place. I convinced Meemaw to make you some of your favorite foods for tomorrow night and let the kids help her make it. But tonight I want it to just be us.” I explained leaning forward pressing my lips onto his.

He moved his freehand up to rest against my cheek drawing me in closer to kiss him. He smiled, breaking it when we heard some tiny feet running towards our bedroom. “That sounds perfect, darlin’.”

“Hi daddy!” Aurora and Evelyn both giggled running inside climbing up onto the bed. The pair tackled their father in hugs and kisses almost every morning but this time they were longer since I said it was his birthday.

He made them both giggle and cackle their heads off when he tickled the crap out of them singing a song that he was taught as a child. “The stars at night are big and bright deep in the heart of the Texas. The prairie sky is wide and hot deep in the heart of Texas…remember always four claps never three.” I smiled knowing that no matter how old they are we could never stay mad at them. Our girls would be our whole world.

“What exactly were you two thinking. Stealing the truck and driving through downtown!” I raised my voice at our two daughters sitting in the lobby chairs of where the guys worked at.

Aurora raised her hand trying to say something but she had nothing. “Mom I, we just wanted to see Uncle Sheldon and Aunt Amy.”

“So you didn’t think to wake us and up ask could we take you!” I shouted at her.

Evelyn jumped backwards in her chair whimpering at my raised tone. I never ever really yelled at them until right now. “You guys were too busy with the new baby…”

Georgie turned his head in our direction. He was leaning his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest frustrated with them. “Well that doesn’t excuse what you two did. You two aren’t allowed to watch tv for two weeks when we get back home and no random trips to Dairy Queen either. You both understand that?”

“I’ll ride back with Penny and Montana. I think it’s better if you have them with you.” Spinning around on my feet I crossed my arms over my chest. He nodded, staring down at me, handing me my jacket that I had thrown off terrified that they were injured when we first came inside.

Penny came inside from one of the doors waving to us when she walked up. “Hey, I can follow you guys home. You know, keep an eye on them if you want. That way you two aren’t worried about little Montana.”

“Uh thanks Penny. That’s great.” I responded following her outside watching our daughters climb in the backseat of her car. Georgie and I went to his truck with me carrying Montana in my arms. Shutting the passenger door with my right hand I cradled my son in my arm’s just watching him sleep like his daddy until what Eve said came back to my mind. “Do you think that Eve was right…that we are focusing too much on this little guy?”

Georgie sent me a look having one hand on the steering wheel. “In his defense he ain’t even one year old yet. So they have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think about it. Remember when growing up with Sheldon you and Missy always felt left out or ignored. I don’t want anything like that to happen to our girls.” Glancing in his direction we stopped at a red light where he rested his freehand to my cheek being able to tell it was worrying me.

“Hey, stop worrying about it. They are old enough to know that we have to give him extra attention right now since he is a baby. We won’t do what my parents did to them. I promise.” He vowed simply before we made the rest of the drive back to our place. The girls were sent off to their room leaving us alone laying in our bedroom watching Montana sleep in the crib.

Laying my head on Georgie’s chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Even though I am angry at them I can’t stay mad at them forever. Honestly we couldn’t even make it an hour without them on your birthday once.”

“You’re right about that, darlin’. He replied, kissing me gently where I ran one hand through his curly hair remembering his eighteenth birthday.

We entered the restaurant where I was wearing a dark green dress and a Jean jacket thrown over it. I had some ankle brown boots on it. Georgie had on some jeans with a red shirt and we had Connie watching the kids for us. “You really didn’t have to take me out tonight. Especially since we are having dinner with my family tomorrow.”

“Georgie, don’t worry. You deserve to have some fun on your birthday. You only turn eighteen once in your life so let me treat you.” I shrug my shoulders, forking some of his chimechonga since we decided to split just one.

He smiled, shoving some food in his mouth pointing the fork end at me. “It is weird though by this point Eve would have been starting a food fight.”

“Oh right. Remember the time when Aurora decided to stick the cheese sticks in her mouth and pretended to be a walrus. I almost spit out my food that night.”

Georgie snorted, picturing the memory. “The victory dances that they would do when they managed to beat us at bowling when they can use the bumpers…huh crap Y/n. I think we have to head home.”

“You’re missing them too don’t you?” He nodded to my question where I grabbed my coat following him toward the door throwing some money down on the table. He pushed open the door to Meemaw’s house seeing that the girls were passed out under some blankets on the couch meaning that his meemaw was asleep in her own room.

He leaned his elbows on the back of the couch smiling down at the little angels. “Thank you for taking me out for Mexican. But I just want to stay right here. These two make my birthday great.” He kissed me slowly and I smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too and happy birthday.” Laying my head on his shoulder I smiled Intertwining our hands together. “They really are the best thing to ever happen to you and me.”

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[astroluvr]

i can't sleep, so how about a short blurb about the first time sleeping over at jack's?

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"Y/N, are you awake?" Jack asked, turning his head against your cheek as you blinked your eyes open.

You completely underestimated the quality of Jack's couch and the day you had. It was Jack's first weekend in his new house and although you had been over before, he wanted you to come over and have a personal housewarming that consisted of ordering take-out and eating it the minute it came through the door and watching Real Housewives. Jack hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

"Yeah." you cleared your throat and turned in his arms, rubbing your eyes. "W-what time is it?"

"It's about eleven, why?" he answered, kissing the side of your head before you began to sit up tiredly.

"Oh, I should get home." you said to yourself, sitting up against Jack's chest as you looked down at the mess of Chinese and pizza.

Jack was quiet when you stood. He watched as you stumbled around tiredly, low grumbles coming out of your mouth every few seconds. When you had your shoes on and yawned once more, you handed Jack your phone.

"Can you get me an Uber? My card and everything is saved. I have to use the bathroom." you mumbled, your sentences hardly coherent as you trekked down the hall to the bathroom.

Jack stared at your phone and tapped his foot against the floor. The two of you had been dating for three months and neither of you could deny the almost magnetic pull between you. Even though you were close, you were both afraid of making the wrong move at the wrong time on behalf of strong feelings.

When you returned, you saw Jack staring at your lock screen- a picture of the two of you after one of his shows. The two of you started dating towards the end of his tour, so you surprised him at his last show. It was a gorgeous picture taken by Urban that was very telling of how the rest of your relationship would go.

"Are they on the way?" you asked, allowing Jack to pull you into his lap.

"I didn't order it."

"What? Why? I have to get home, Jack."

"You can stay here. I don't feel comfortable with you being in a car alone with a stranger so late, especially when you're about to pass out. I'd drive you myself if I wasn't so tired."

You didn't listen to any of Jack's protective reasoning after he invited you. "That's really sweet, Jack, but I can't stay."

"It's just eight hours. I'll drop you off as soon as you're ready tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, my girlfriend who I adore, I'm sure I'm okay opening up my home."

You giggled and Jack smiled at the rasp. "Okay, thank you."

"Course. Are you ready to go upstairs?"

"Yes, please." you murmured.

You and Jack split for a few moments to clean up and make sure nothing would be left running over night before meeting back upstairs.

Jack had showered before you came early in the evening, so he was pretty much already in his pajamas, just taking a few moments to strip out of his shirt and sweatpants. You on the other hand, got showered and got into the thickest pair of sweats you had.

"Which one do you want to wear tonight, baby?"Jack held up two shirts and you shrugged.

"It doesn't matter."

"We both know you're going to keep this shirt and never-"

"The brown one." you interrupted and Jack smirked before throwing the shirt and a pair of boxers your way.

They were ratty tee shirts that had been weathered over the years and Jack trusted you to finish the job. He tried not to watch as you stripped down, but the mirror was hard to avoid. Luckily, he was too tired to even make a crude remark when you bent over to slide on the boxers.

"Which side is yours?" you asked him, allowing him to turn around and examine the expanse of his bed.

"Whichever side you don't want to sleep on."

"This side." you pointed and crawled onto the opposite end.

"You sure? Because whenever you sleep over, and if we ever move in together, that's your side. You can't be all up on mine."

"You can't be all on mine." you rebuttaled with a smirk and Jack sucked his teeth. "Oh, don't even. All you ever want to do is cuddle."

"We'll cuddle in the middle."

"Sounds like a deal." you murmured and Jack got into bed first before holding his hand out. You quirked an eyebrow and he did the same.

"Deal, right?"

Skeptically, you leaned into the bed to grab his hand, but he quickly decieved you. You squealed loudly when he yanked you into bed and into his arms. His laughs sounded like pure honey to you as you squirmed.

"Jack Harlow!" you exclaimed, finally escaping his hold. "You are literally insane. This is the last time I stay here."

"Your place next time, then?" he threw an arm around your side and was able to lay you down with him against the pillows.

He exacted the middle of the bed before pulling you close to his bare chest and you threw your leg around his hip.

"How about we form our opinion on our first night together?"

"My opinion is formed. We'll have to discuss weekend alternations."

You giggled and Jack smiled. "If you keep massaging my back like that, I think we can work something out."

"They do call me masseuse Jack."

"I thought they call you missionary Jack."

"One truth and a lie." he raised his eyebrows suggestively and you rolled your eyes. "It's probably hard for you to figure out though."

"Jack, turn that light off, so we can sleep." you chuckled and Jack laughed a little louder and turned to turn off the lamp on his nightstand. "Good night, baby."

"Good night." he spoke against your throat as you kissed his forehead.

When you tried to untangle your bodies, Jack's grip on the underside of your knee around his hip tightened. "Jack, what?"

"Where are you going?"

"To my side."

"We can sleep on sides next time. This time, I want you to be the first face I see when I wake up tomorrow. Remind me I'm not dreaming."

You were lucky that the darkness of the room cloaked the smile.k. your face. You pursed your lips and ran a hand through his curls.

"Alright, J. I'll see you in the morning."

[phenomenalgirl9]

Seungkwan x Reader: Winter Falls

Summary: Just 2 idiots who could have ended their suffering just by talking but they refused and suffered for ages, until the Maknae and a certain leader decided to interfere.

W/c: 1.9K

Rating: For all (?)

Genre: fluff.

A/n: Merry Christmas! This is for the Carat Library Secret Santa and my member was Rania @wheeboo . It was rushed cause I barely had time, I'm so sorry! 😩 Happy Winters!

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You watched as he laughed with this person that you met as you and Seungkwan were leaving the party. You knew he was a social butterfly, lived like one, and as much as you loved him, it didn't mean you didn't want to strangle him. You watched him as he smiled and shook hands with someone who seemed like Jessi. Of course, it's important for his career and stuff, so you pouted and waited. He side-glaced a few times, and finally he said his byes and left. Yes, Jay Park's Christmas party was a huge event that every idol or personnel connected to the K-pop industry wanted to be in on Christmas Eve. The whole of seventeen were actually invited, and Seungkwan, Chan, and Jihoon had volunteered to go. Jihoon had left; you lost Chan while you were busy talking to Yeji and Lia, whom you've met before, at previous parties and events that you've been to with Seungkwan. So you decided to leave too. 

Sigh. 

“Are you tired?” Seungkwan asked. And you shook your head. “I wasn't the one dancing, hijacking the party like it's my concert,” you said, and bumped his shoulder. 

“He played Fighting” Seungkwan said, shrugging. “So to answer your question, I'm not tired, just drained,” you said.

“Aw, it was too much socialisation for you? Wasn't it?” He cooed, and you hit him as he ran away towards the car in a laughing fit. 

“Hey” you suddenly heard, and you turned around to see none other than the Bangchan walking towards the two of you. You assumed he was there for Seungkwan, but the thought changed when he simply nodded at Seungkwan and walked straight towards you, standing in front of you.

“Hey. Um, okay this is awkward,” he said and giggled adorably. “Hi” you said on instinct. 

“Hey, again, Y/n” he said, and rubbed the back of his neck. What you didn't notice was Seungkwan literally shooting daggers through his eyes. “It's gonna sound dumb but can I have your number?” He asked, “sure but, you could have asked me when we were talking back then” you asked curiously. 

“Actually, I was under the impression that You and um..” he giggled again, making you blush “that Seungkwan and you were together or something. But later on Chan as in Dino told me you weren't so I thought um.. cause I enjoyed talking to you” he said. “Sure!” You said “I enjoyed talking to you too” you smiled and exchanged numbers. 

“Look at you, Ms. Popular” Seungkwan teased as you started the car to drive him back to the dorm and then drive home yourself. 

So yeah Boo Seungkwan is your childhood best friend, you've spend the majority of your life together apart from the time he joined Pledis and you interned and worked for various music labels as producer and finally joined Hybe. You and him are mostly a combo pack, sadly, of best friends. 

Were you dumbly in love with your best friend? Yes.

Did you ever do anything about it? No.

Would you? Very good question, but also No.

In your defence, even Seungkwan never showed any sign of progression.

“So you gave him your number in front of Kwannie?” Joshua asked for the third time and started giggling just as Jeonghan had been the next morning of the party. “I swear to God, I came to you two for advice as to where to go for the team Christmas dinner. Why is this even relevant?” You asked them. 

“It's not, Y/n. It's just funny” Jeonghan said. You shook your head and walked out of the room. As you texted back Bangchan for the…12th? Time that day. Well, you weren't counting, but you've been talking to him since the morning. Je said he did that the first thing after he woke up. 

It was nice talking to him, he just gave off this vibe. And you spent most of that day, of not working, then texting him. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” Bumzu asked you as you were about to leave for the team dinner and you shook your head and said, “I have plans”

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Hence, here you were in this cosy, almost empty cafe with one of the most charming men that the industry has seen. 

He did have a different charm that made you want to trust him. And the conversation flowed like a river between you two. It started with music to different artists you like. Bands, you like, laughing at each other's teenage choices and stories. It didn't feel like you just met him 2 days ago. The woman in the cafe smiled warmly as she found the two of you laughing at some joke he cracked when she was placing your orders on the table. 

And he asked, "So, how long have you been in love with Seungkwan?” and you were shocked. “Is it that obvious?” You ended up asking, and he shrugged his shoulders. “By the way you two look at each other? Of course.” He said it and smiled. “What do you mean by each other?” You said that, and Bangchan just shook his head.

And you told him more about you and Seungkwan. How you had met him on your first day of middle school and he was the popular kid, and you were new. How he immediately adopted you as his introvert, like any other introvert and extrovert duo. 

The two of you laughed at your memories, and he kept making comments here and there. You told him how Seungkwan dissed anyone who tried to bully you and how you supported him in his singing gigs. And how you realise during his basketball tryouts in high school that you were hopelessly in love with him. You also told him about all the times you mustered up the courage to tell him, which was really twice, but backed up the moment you saw him, You could take the fact that he didn't like you, but you couldn't take it if you lost him on whole or made things awkward, that would affect everything and everyone. So each time, you backed away. 

“Oh my god, look at the snow” the woman suddenly said, and the two of you did. You and Chan both took a sharp breath in and looked at the outdoors in awe. The whole horizon was covered with a thin blanket of white as the snow had just started to fall. 

The Christmas atmosphere felt more magical. Strangely, your heart started yearning for someone. Not just someone, because if it would have been that, then you'd be glad Bangchan was here. But no, your heart yearned and craved for that one man. The one you were in love with, Boo Seungkwan, who would probably never be yours. 

Your trance was broken by the sound of your phone. Bumzu was calling, “Yeah?” You picked up and answered. “What?” You exclaimed, "Okay. Okay” Bangchan heard you say. He knew your tone, he's been at a similar spot several times. So he nodded his head when you hung up and looked at him. “Problem in the studio?” He asked, and you smiled once again. “Yes, but let's do this again, that is, if you want. I mean, I had fun, and-” you were mumbling, and he stopped you. “Y/n, I had fun too, let's hang out again” he said and you picked up your bag. "Hey, is this cardigan all you're wearing?” Bangchan asked, and you nodded. “You're gonna catch a cold” he said, as he started taking off his jacket. “No! Chan, dont” you told him but he only smiled and offered his jacket to you. “Take it, I don't feel cold, this one I'm wearing will do”

And he didn't take no for an answer.

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“I came as fast as I could” You said and Bumzu started to explain to you what the issue was. “How were your plans? Sorry if I messed it up” he said with a smirk and you shook your head, not reading into it much. 

You met Seungkwan on your way out “Is that a new jacket?” he asked. “No it’s Chan’s” you cleared. 

“Chan’s?” Seungkwan said and looked at Dino with a quizzical look, who was standing at a distance. “No not this, I mean Bangchan” you said. 

“Oh, Ohh” Seungkwan said, “It went well then” he said. You shrugged "Well, kinda b-” you were interrupted. “Oh, we've gotta get back to practice, see you later at Mingyu's party, later” He had hardly gotten the words out of his mouth when he turned and left. So you didn't see the light that his eyes had lost. The way his eyebrows knitted as he lost whatever hope he had.

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You were sitting at home infront of the mirror, thinking back to the times you thought of just telling Seungkwan how you felt. It was different back when he was a student or trainee, he's an Idol now, (world high top class idol) it's more difficult now. You sighed, like he'd like you anyway. 

“Hey!” Mingyu greeted you and placed a cup in your hand. “Hoshi made that” he said with a side hug and walked away almost as soon as you entered the party. Now you've had enough experience to know that when Soonyoung dabbles with alcohol, drinking it is a bad idea and you confirm it by taking a sip and walking towards the kitchen to replace it with something actually drinkable. 

“Y/n!” You heard Joshua call you, who was sitting beside Seungkwan. “Ohho! Girl you look gorgeous” he said with a warm smile. You thanked him and said “Hey Kwana” you said, but no response except a nod of acknowledgement. You all chatted merrily, the whole circle being of people you knew. Seungkwan barely contributed. At some point you heard cheers, only to find Mingyu holding a bouquet of-

“Why is Mingyu holding flowers over Yohan and his girlfriend’s heads as they kiss?” Someone asked. “Those are mistletoes,” you said and they shook their heads in realization.

Everyone cheered as Mingyu now held the bouquet over a very drunk Hoshi and Dokyeom. Well,  Hoshi is trying to kiss Dokyeom at this point anyway, and everybody laughed. 

You felt anticipated as Mingyu looked around the room for his next target. Your heart slowed down when his eyes locked on you, it skipped a beat when he started walking towards you and pouty Seungkwan.

“Yes! Finally!” Joshua cheered from across the room. 

“We can't” Seungkwan said, and your heart dropped, so he really doesn't like you like that. So you were right. “We can't put Y/n through this” he added. “Excuse me?” You said immediately. “You wouldn't wanna kiss me right? Besides, aren't you seeing, you even had his jacket” you interrupted him. “Can you stop assuming for me instead of asking” you said standing up and walking away.

“Y/n! Y/n, wait” you heard Seungkwan's voice in the hallway behind you, his steps seem a bit disoriented. 

“What did you mean?” He asked when he reached you. “What?” You said.

“What did you mean back then?” He asked cluelessly.

“I'm not seeing anyone! Who does that just after one date anyway? I don't see Bangchan like that, or anyone like that in fact. Because I'm hopelessly in love with YOU!” you blurted out. 

“What? It's not hopeless” he said and before you could react, Seungkwan held your face in his hands and slammed his lips onto yours. 

“It's not hopeless” Seungkwan said again when he pulled away, with a dumb smile on his face.

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[koostarcandy]

Can I please request a jungkook fic based on two by sleeping at last :) comfort please I’ve kind of been having a hard time mentally lately and I would love for jungkook to take care of me ^w^

love you, always - jungkook x reader

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: angst, comfort, fluff

wc: 1.1k

a/n: you and I both need this, anonie🥺 hope this is upto your expectations ^^ requests are still open btw! i may close them soon :] i made this the moy&i couple cause why not :D send me a song & a member and I'll write up a drabble if the prompt list isn't to your fancy :P

jungkook looks through his phone gallery, satisfied with the pictures of the evening sky. he spams them in your chat, ending the thread with, "come home today, my love."

he stops by the bakery and gets your favourite desserts, knowing you'd bring the savoury food for the night. while he waits for the food, he looks outside and sees a florist, flowers looking so bizarre yet welcome in the bustling street. he gets a bouquet of your favourite tulips after he gets the box of sweet treats, driving home with the image of your happy face in his mind.

he walks into his place and looks around, mood bouncing up when he knows it won't look so bare anymore, your presence more than enough to lighten up the place. he puts the bouquet down near the door, so it'll catch your attention immediately and puts the cake in the fridge. he arranges his mattresses and switches on the tv, pulling up netflix and giggling at the preview of the show he chose for the night.

jungkook changes into comfier clothes than he wore before, settling on the mattress and glancing at bam's empty spot. you both reluctantly sent the boy to his parents' for awhile, your busy schedules clashing, ending up in bamie going away for awhile. none of you took it well but eventually got used to it, the occasional video call to make sure he doesn't forget you.

bouncing his thigh in excitement, jungkook thinks he might burst while waiting. you had to stay at your own place for some time, the penthouse being too far away from your workplace. jungkook insisted on you staying at your place, frequent texts and calls to make sure you both were doing okay, sometimes falling asleep while you were on call. now, with everything settling down, you both decided to meet up soon which makes jungkook look around in panic, making sure everything was just right for you when you came back.

in his panic stricken sudden cleaning, he doesn't hear the jingle of his door opening, heavy shoes thrown aside. he huffs, fluffing up the pillow until it was deemed fluffy enough.

"hi, koo."

jungkook whips his head to your voice, heart falling at the sound of your sad voice. you're clutching the tulips in your hands, bottom lip trembling and bitten shut to stop your tears. "my baby," he gushes, "hello, darling" pulling you close to him immediately, arms shielding you from anything that's bothering you.

"i like the flowers, they're my favourite, they're pretty koo," you mumble into his chest and he knows you're talking to stop yourself from breaking down, your shaky voice giving you away. taking off your coat and putting it in it's designated hanger, jungkook finally takes a proper look at your face, tired eyes looking into his own, shining like the day he first saw you, despite the weariness. "i brought 5 types of fried chicken and cheese tteokbokki, oh and also, i saw this street toast thingy and i bought their most famous one," he looks at the unusually large bag in your hand and takes it from you,

"we're freshening up first, okay? then we're gonna watch the hell out of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, I promise you."

you splash water on your face continuously, willing the tears flow with the cold water. you didn't want to ruin the night like this, you know jungkook was looking forward to this. you can hear him setting up the collapsible table, setting the food you bought for tonight. you finish your night routine and slip into the clothes your lover left out for you. walking out quietly, you find him twiddling his thumbs, mumbling under his breath.

"darling? is something wrong?"

jungkook looks up at you, pulling you into him. "nothing, you look comfy and nice, sweetheart," he wraps his arms around you tightly, "i should be asking you that, my love." he says quietly. you twist yourself until you're facing him, hands on his arms. he cups your face to look at him directly, "you look so tired, baby. is it work? did something happen back home?" you shake your head slightly and let yourself find solace on his shoulder, trembling hands gripping onto his sweatshirt.

"everything's been such a mess lately," you sniffle, "and i feel so clueless and helpless, i've been so alone for the past week and i dont know what to do anymore," you take in breaths rapidly and jungkook wills you to look at him, "breathe with me, darling" he leans your forehead on his, making sure you're following his breathing.

if he could, he would give you all the oxygen he had. he'd make himself a mess to make sure you were back to normal. "i'm proud of you, my love," he holds your face, "and i'm so happy that you're with me, okay?" he thumbs the tears off your face, making sure his own tears from his eyes don't fall. jungkook would take his heart right out of his chest, just to make sure yours was still alive.

"i love you, koo, i'll always love you," you whisper out softly, "i'm grateful you're always here, by my side."

"its a privilege to love you and to be with you, sweetheart." jungkook promises, "i'll love you, always." he rubs your back and lies you down with him, switching off the lights with a swipe of his thumb on his phone.

"rest, my darling, you need it."

"we both need it, koo," you say softly, intertwining your hands. "can we have the kimchi cheese toastie after we wake up after a awhile? and watch tv?"

jungkook chuckles slightly, pressing a loving kiss on your lips, "anything for you, my love."

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria

requests are open~!

[greazyfloz]

19 on the fluff list with Clayton Keller pls

Were You Sleeping?

19. “Oh sorry, were you sleeping” w/ Clayton Keller

Clayton’s game just finished so I headed down to ice level to the family area to wait for him to get undressed, media, and do whatever else he needed to do. I send him a text telling him I was here as he got a ride in with Barrett just incase I was too tired to come.This week has been exhausting for me as I had to work overtime twice this week and today I went right from work to the arena. Clayton finally comes out and brought me into a big hug. “You made it” he says smiling looking down at me. 

“Yeah, I came right from work” I say. 

“When did you get here?” he says, “I didn’t see you” he continued. Clayton looks for me in the crowd every game, and since we are at Mullet now it is especially easy for him to see me in the small crowd.

“I got here 2 minutes into the first” 

“Well we don’t have to stick around, let’s get you home you are probably exhausted” he says taking my hand in his and walks us towards the door. When we got outside, Clayton looked around as he was really huge on PDA and I liked that we kept it pretty private. Seeing no one was outside, Clayton swept me off my feet carrying bridal style. I giggled as he swept me off my feet. 

“Clay, I know how to use my two feet” I laughed out. He smiled at me continuing towards my car.

“You had a long week, you shouldn’t be on them” he says setting me down on the passenger side then opening the door for me. 

“Says my boyfriend that makes a living getting thrown around and slammed in the boards” I say getting in the door and he shuts it behind me. He walks around getting in the driver’s side and puts the keys in the ignition.

“You forgot scoring goals” Clayton jokes, laughing at himself before turning the key in the ignition. 

The drive home is only a 15 minute drive so normally I wouldn’t fall asleep on the ride home, but tonight I could feel myself dozing off when I felt Clayton’s hand reach over to place on my thigh startling me a little making me tense at his touch. Clayton looks over at me, “I’m sorry, were you sleeping?” he says grinning. 

“No, I almost was” I laugh at myself

“Oh, I’m sorry babe” He says, reaching for my hand to hold.

A couple minutes later he pulls into the driveway and takes the keys out of the ignition before looking over to me. “Don’t move,” he says. He makes his way around the car as I take my seat belt off and open the door. He bends down to scoop me out of the seat, “We are going straight to bed” he says, walking up to the door bending down for me to unlock the door so he doesn’t have to put me down.

We enter and he kicks the door shut behind him. Then walks down the hallway to our room. He puts me down on the bed and kisses my forehead and walks around taking a seat on the other side. He leans down planting a sweet kiss then says, “we get all day tomorrow, babe”.

“Mmhm” I say with my eyes closed resting my head on his chest. 

“Night babe” he says laughing and how tired I was. 

“Clay?” I say, still eyes closed.

“Yeah?”

“Can I have another kiss?” I say and he laughs planting another kiss. “Okay, now I’m good. Night Clay”I say and he laughs. 

“Night babe” he laughs out as we both fall asleep.

[nei-ning]

Many weird dreams from last night. In first my sis was playing some video game so I helped her to find items etc. In one point we noticed one team member is missing. A male vampire demon. We found him outside in medieval town. He was laying in a little fenced animal area where was pile of poo, human corpse with flies etc. He had long black horns forward and between them small area of reddish-brown hair (like Crowley's hair style curl from Good Omens).

He was alive but his chin and neck had bad burns, skin looking like melted cheese. He sat up and spoke slow in a hissing way, like snake. What I managed to hear from him, he said he would allow himself to be burned again if it would save his friends (meaning all of us his team mates). He stayed behind to begin with to save someone from very intense fire. He survived.

In next dream I was in a house with sis and someone else. Sis had ordered 2 huge boxes of things (vitamins, kitchen supplies, toilet papers etc). I was given a time limit to use on unpacking those boxes. I failed miserably each time! :'D in first round I didn't even find the clock to check the time. I'm second time I still had 32min left and I thought I can easily unpack the rest of the stuff in that time. Bullshit xD in last time I had time left 3,28 seconds. I gave up.

In other dream I was on the walk, suddenly just ending up in this room which was some kind of animal shelter. There was a woman who clearly couldn't care less at being there. She worked there but she was doing crosswords. Across her was bigger cat, looking like Verti. I actually didn't see him but I knew he was there. I heard his voice in my head. He said: "My heart hurts..." I instantly told about this to the worker who just groaned and said: "He keeps saying that." I was shocked! That cat was clearly and seriously ill and she did nothing! I wrapped this cat in white towels, rushing through this tiny hallway, finding a vet in the same place. I told her the situation as she started to listen to his heart. I asked will he survive but she shook her head, saying it's already too late for him. He either died there and then or she was going to put him down, end his pain.

In last dream mom took me to see my uncle who said to me he knows someone leaked out the information to me. I was scared since I thought he was talking about another thing but then he said: The seal. I need to know can you kill it." I said I won't hesitate to kill an animal if it's suffering. Just give me a riffle and I kill it. He seemed pleased so we headed out. The seal was supposed to be in the middle of the road where uncle had moved it, hoping someone to drive over it but we lived in rural area. The seal was found at the base of a tree near the road.

Uncle was holding a huge knife. He was going to pierce seal's head with it but I noticed how the seal opened it's eyes, being responsive. I yelled my uncle to halt and he did. This seal had long healing wounds all around it's body but no blood. It looked a bit tired but otherwise good and healthy. I told my uncle we should try to save it since it was energetic enough to be given a second chance. We just would need to find / get it fishes and see if food would help it as a first aid.

Uncle's friend, who I don't know, came there and she had a tracking collar for sheep but it was put on the seal, just in case. Then next we were in a car and this seal was in my lap. We drove past my childhood area with a lake and the seal saw this lake, another seal hunting fishes near the shore. This greatly improved seal's health and mood. It clearly recognized the lake and the other seal. I was happy, smiling at it. I said to others it clearly knows where it is, where it is from and it must had swim in this other lake via this underground tunnel / pipe which went under the road further away, connecting upper and lower lake.

I told this seal it will get back home after we get it some fish, feed and observe him 2 days to be sure he's okay. After that I woke up.

[storiesofsvu]

Olivia Benson Caring for a s/o w/anxiety

FAM! This took way longer to write than I expected, but honestly, 99% of it is because it’s LITERALLY my life. I’ve been coping/dealing with anxiety/panic disorders for years and its terrible. So yes, the restaurant story is something that happened to me, darker alcohol WILL affect your nerves the next day, and for all of you out there who deal with similar situations, I see you, I hear you and I feel you. I know how terrible and tough this is and I love each and every one of you. 

Also TW: Anxiety/panic attacks

***

The first time it happens is after a very long week of work with barely enough sleep to keep you going, the entire squad had been living off caffeine to keep going which only made the situation worse. You and Olivia had brought a couple of files to Barba for more warrants and end up getting into it with him, he in turn comes after you, criticizing your police work. You do your best to hold your ground but he can’t help but roll his eyes at the tremor in your lower lip, the glassiness of your eyes, you storm from the room and he mutters something that sounds like ‘pathetic’. Liv tells him to smarten up and not be such an asshole, finding you outside Hogan Place pacing, trying to burn off the adrenaline burning through your veins.

At first she thinks that you were just riled up, tired from the rough week, upset at the way Barba came after you, though he was always an ass, and you were usually able to spit back just as much fire as he was. She gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek, telling you to go home, try to get some sleep, take the weekend off.

The second time she noticed you’d been on edge all day, snapping a couple times you probably shouldn’t have, your hands were nearly shaking, your paperwork was a scribbly mess when it was usually immaculate. The squad headed out for drinks, you were beyond thankful to be done with the day, dropping down into a chair, swigging back a hefty amount of your drink. The bar was crowded today, loud, the squad was letting off steam, shouting over the music, Amanda started flicking bits of coaster across the table at Carisi, making fun of whatever story he was telling. It only took a second for you to down the rest of your drink, slipping away from the table, flagging down a cab. Everything rung in your ears, feeling completely overstimulated, you needed quiet, you needed peace, you needed darkness. You felt your body trembling the entire ride home, your heart palpitating way too fast, your chest constricted so tightly you felt like you could burst at any second. You hated being enclosed in the small space, hating more at the music playing from the radio, trying to take deep breaths, quickly tossing cash at the driver as you clambered out, thankful for the cold air.

When you got up to your apartment you burst into tears, finally letting out the tension in your body. You felt like you sobbed for hours, throat hoarse by the time you thought you were done, the need to move still driving through you, pacing back and fourth through the living room. Your phone pinged, Olivia, asking if you were okay. You replied with a simple “I need you here please.”

It felt like moments later that she was at your door, you buried yourself into her arms, a fresh set of tears throbbing through your body. She held you close, tight, the embrace that you simply needed so badly in that moment. Her lips softly meeting your head, she was concerned, but didn’t ask any questions until you finally pulled away, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose. A muted ‘Sorry’ coming from your lips, barely able to meet her gaze.

She guides you to the couch, asking if you want to talk, you apologize again, saying that nothing particular is wrong. It takes a minute, her soothing squeeze of your hand makes you meet her eyes, admitting that you deal with anxiety. It’s something that sprouted unexpectedly, you’d never dealt with it in your adolescent life, and it was always worse when you were low on sleep, had caffeine, or the day after a big drinking night. You got overstimulated easily, and tonight it was just too much for you. As much as it wreaked havoc on your body you preferred not to take the Ativan, attempting to calm yourself down, doing breathing exercises, cooling your body down, something as simple as jumping jacks to burn off the extra adrenaline. You knew things could be a hell of a lot worse and you didn’t want the Ativan to lose it’s effect when you had an actual panic attack. 

The first time you’d had a panic attack was your last year of college, you’d been out late with friends, having downed at least a full bottle of red wine, despite having to open the restaurant Saturday morning. You felt groggy and on edge all morning, your body shaking with energy, the hungover part of you divulged in greasy food and a Venti espresso filled coffee to give you the energy to get through the day. You felt light headed, shaky, nearly like you couldn’t breathe. It was Pride, the restaurant would be FULL this afternoon, so you mentioned to your manager that you weren’t sure if you could make it through the 10 hour shift, knowing something was wrong. It was halfway through taking payment for a table that you stumbled to the hostess stand, a simple “I can’t breathe.” before you had to sink to the floor, scared and barely able to see. You’d already taken a Benadryl and your inhaler. The hospital wasn’t able to figure out what was wrong, but upon doing more research over mental health you figured it out yourself months later.

You’d much rather take the Ativan in something like that than the little anxiety bursts you experienced.

Olivia’s quick to take this into part of her daily life. She doesn’t overbear you with questions, but she’s going to be checking in with you, a soft smile on her face, a little squeeze to the shoulder.

She always makes sure your medication is refilled before it really needs to be, and that it’s in your bag at all times. It can only take a second for something to trigger you, and she wants to make sure that you’re always taken care of.

She knows that sometimes you need her embrace like nothing else, and sometimes that physical contact will make things horrifically worse, always asking for your permission before she touches you.

She comes to learn that temperature is a big thing with anxiety, with the higher heart rate you’re burning up. She’ll always drag you outside in the cooler months, letting you breathe until you calm down, despite the fact that she’s freezing. In the summer months she always makes sure the ice cube tray is full, holding one against your neck or wrists, cooling down your blood, reminding you that it’s going to be okay.

Olivia encourages you into a physical activity, knowing that morning runs will help you burn off the extra adrenaline coursing through you, she enlists Amaro to teach you some boxing techniques, taking out your emotions that way.

You very well know what she’s doing, but you won’t admit it to her, simply coming home to her with a smile on your face, kissing her softly as you tell her how much you love her.

Olivia’s always going to keep a careful eye on you, watching for signs that she knows mean you’re slipping into a state of overstimulation, making sure you’re getting enough sleep, getting enough healthy foods, not using alcohol to cope (or that if your are that you’re onto things like vodka soda and not scotch or red wine ‘cause they trigger it more). She always makes sure to fill your coffee with half decaf, knowing how the caffeine affects the jitter in your chest. 

Most of all she never judges you for it, she accepts it as part of who you are, and you remind her of how thankful you are of that every night. Her heart swells with the fact that she’s the only person you want to be around when you’re going through an attack, she knows it isn’t ideal, but knowing she’s the only one allowed to touch you makes it known that you love her, and only her. ___________________________

[bradtomlovesya]

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You love watching Christmas movies and you know Tom does too.

Warnings: Nothing, is pure Fluff!

w/c: 908

A/N: this is a shorty writing that came to my mind after a full day of watching Christmas movies. I hope you like it and reblogs, comments and likes are highly appreciate it.

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Happy Holidays! (Gif not mine)

Tom is back home for the holidays and that means: watching Christmas movies all month long.

You couldn't be happier with this idea because you LOVE Christmas movies. That's right, in capital letters. These movies have always been more than predictable, but so what? They're the kind of movies you watch and they help you forget your worries for a while.

They don't worry you, they don't stress you, they don't make you anxious. They're just there to give you comfort and that's more than enough.

"What movie are we watching today?" Tom asks, sitting down on the couch and popping some popcorn in his mouth.

"A Christmas Prince" you reply, sitting down next to him and pulling the blanket over both of your feet. You pick up the remote and look at the Netflix logo from when you open the app.

"Is this another one of those movies where the prince ends up married to the country girl? He raises an eyebrow.

"You can pretend all you want that you don't like those kinds of movies, but we both know that's a lie because you love them," you eat popcorn and play the movie.

Tom is silent for a moment. It's true, he does find these kinds of movies entertaining. "They're usually a cliché."

You lean your head on his chest and watch the film in silence.

When the film finally ends, Tom is totally absorbed in his thoughts.

"You didn't like it?" You raise an eyebrow. The film was certainly a cliché, but you had loved it.

"Are you kidding? I loved it!" He smiles broadly and looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Can we watch the second one, please? I'm in love with that couple and I want to see the wedding" he pouts prettily.

"You're quite the walking green flag, Tom" you laugh lightly and kiss his cheek. It was around one in the morning and you were tired. "We can watch it tomorrow, second and third, I promise" you kiss his pout.

"But-" he tries to protest, sighs and nods. "It's okay. I understand you're tired" he kisses your forehead and gets up to put the now empty popcorn bowl in the dishwasher. "What do you think the plot of the second movie is?" He asks excitedly and follows you up the stairs.

"I don't know," you laugh at his enthusiasm and curl up next to him on the bed. "You're so sweet."

"Come on, at least something must come to your mind" he grumbles like a small child and arranges the bed for sleep.

"Maybe they're going to have problems with the wedding happening, I don't know" you yawn.

"Whatever it is, I hope it's as good as the first one." He murmurs and kisses the top of your head. "Love?" he asks after a moment.

You don't answer. You are already deeply numb.

Your boyfriend smiles to himself, turns off the light and settles in to sleep next to you and keep you warm on this winter night.

~♡♥︎♡~

"I promise we'll watch the movie as soon as I get home" you talk to Tom using the loudspeaker as you drive.

"And when will that be?" he complains "you were out all day. "

You can almost hear him pout.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, I'm kind of stuck in traffic" you sigh.

"Alright, drive carefully" he makes kissing sounds "I love you".

"And I love you" you reply and he hangs up the call.

You arrive home 20 minutes after the call ends and leave your coat and shoes in the hall. You walk into the living room and there he is committing the crime.

"Thomas!" You exclaim causing the remote control to jump out of his hands and land on the carpet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's not what you think" he gets up and walks quickly towards you.

"Oh no? Because it looks like you were watching the second movie without me" you cross your arms.

"Yes it is what it looks like but I promise it's only ten minutes" he takes your hands. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

You don't say anything, you just laugh.

"Are you wearing a Christmas jumper?" you smile.

"Maybe?" He laughs with you.

"You're quite the character, Tommy" you laugh and kiss his lips. "I'm glad the movies sparked your Christmas spirit but promise me you'll wait for me next time, I like those movies too." You leave a kiss on the tip of his nose and run your hands through his hair.

"I promise and I'm sorry," he guides you to the sofa, "I made popcorn, hot chocolate and bought those sweets you like so much," he points to a plate on the small coffee table.

"I'm surprised you haven't brought out the Christmas decorations yet," you joke.

"In fact..." he points to several boxes by the cupboard. "I've got everything out, just need to hang them up," you both laugh.

"So you're a Santa's helper now?" you guffaw.

"You could say that. What do you want for Christmas?" He scoffs and plays along.

"I want to be able to watch more Christmas movies with my boyfriend on this couch" you smile and settle in next to him to watch the movie.

"Granted" he kisses your lips with extreme sweetness and plays the movie from the beginning.

One of many you will happily watch throughout the month.

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[masterwords]

falling away from me

Summary: A re-imagining of the immediate aftermath of 5x09 - 100 with Hotch/Morgan and some hospital times and an IA hearing that isn't absolute cruelty.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: hospital, injuries, grief...this is the aftermath of "100" so you know it's not a pleasure cruise

Words: 5.6k

Notes: HEY! It's my birthday today, and I decided to be super selfish and write something completely self-indulgent...up to and including naming the Director of the FBI Skinner in honor of my love for X-Files. (Hopefully you didn't have to see the first version of this where I posted the WRONG DRAFT but it's fixed now and I'm a moron. Moving on!)

**

It's funny how quickly a day can get away from you.

Not funny ha ha, no not quite like that. Just...funny. In a different way. When you look back.

But when you're in it...

“You look like hell,” the nurse says, tucking the nasal canal back into place after the third or fourth time he's pulled it loose. He doesn't want it, doesn't think he needs it, but the doctor's orders are all she has to go by and this guy...well he's a wreck. She's not going to chance it. It barely fits up his nose, she's not even sure it helps. This guy's nose is broken in at least two different places, it is a swollen mess of cartilage and tissue that she imagines used to be regal at one point...but now he's breathing through his mouth. Still she sets it back in place and glares at him seriously. Thinks she can intimidate him.

It almost works.

“When can I leave?”

“Let me check on that, okay huh? Keep this in for me please.”

He will. For now. He's too tired, and his shoulders ache. He can't lift his arms again, so he tries to lay there and relax. His mind drifts back to the morning, the moment his alarm went off...he'd already sort of been awake, like always, but the sound of the alarm pulled his eyes open.

Aaron can remember plenty of days he woke up drenched in sweat, the ache of dread in his belly before he even knew what the day would hold. He can place them all by the timid way he went about his business, readying himself for an unpredictable day where the only certainty...or so he thought...was that it would be bad. And sometimes that premonition was right, but usually it was wrong. Mildly correct, maybe, if he wanted to stretch. Every day had its low point after all.

But as he lays in the hospital bed contemplating what possible reason they could have for the nasal canal when his nose barely works at all, he can't remember any remarkable feeling from this morning. Nothing that felt any different than any other day. His alarm went off like always, and he planted both feet flat on the floor. It always takes him a minute now to be ready to stand, his stomach is always sore, always just a little stiff and weak and painful in the morning. It's when he's reminded with the most clarity that he's not well. So he sits there a minute to let his body adjust to being awake. Every day he wakes a little further away from Foyet's attack, but the dawn always reminds him that he has a long way to go no matter how he pretends that he's healed.

Everyone else believes it.

And the minute that movement was granted, he dove into routine. A shower, a shave, plain oatmeal with his coffee. No strange feelings, just the sun creeping through his drawn shades as usual. It always came in the same dashes of faded yellow and gold, dust dancing a ballet in the bright spaces.

He took the train to work. Tonight, if everything went according to plan, would be date night, and on date night he takes the train to work because it's more inconspicuous that way when he goes to Derek's instead of home. In case anyone thought to look. Knowing the people he kept closest, they would. Derek would ride his motorcycle to work on these days and pick him up from a station about halfway there sometime after he'd had a chance to order them each a coffee.

He's not even sure it's a secret anymore, but there is a certain thrill that drives this weekly performance and it makes him feel enough good excitement that he doesn't question the actual need for it.

Routine. Aaron likes routine. He knows it's bad, knows damn well it's bad...in his line of work, especially. More than likely his routine allowed Foyet to find a way into his home and into his life, but he can't just throw caution to the wind and live every single day spontaneously. His life, and more importantly his mind, just isn't designed that way. He can't function without routine. It's the only thing that keeps him here some days.

He blinks and wonders at what point his day went from ordinary to nightmare. There is a lot of blank space in his memory bank between the journal with Carl Arnold and US Marshal Sam Kassmeyer bleeding to death in his living room.

A scene Aaron is a little too familiar with. He remembers looking at Sam and feeling sick, it's beyond empathy...he doesn't just feel it, he knows. He knows exactly. Sam says he doesn't know how Foyet got in, and Aaron knows. He knows. He has four locks on his door now, and an alarm system, because he knows. He never has figured out that riddle and it haunts him every single night.

There is more blank space between the ambulance with Sam and his own hours later.

His mind slows to a crawl around Sam, his missing fingers, his bleeding and swollen features. It's pure horror. Wes Craven would be hard pressed to create something worse that could live in his mind. He sees Sam's ruined hand, bloody and swollen around a glass of beer and a quiet cheers from beyond the veil. “To you and your family,” he seems to say through his ruined pulpy lips. “You'll join me soon won't you?”

It's a hallucination. He knows that, but it's so real, just Sam sitting there in a squeaky vinyl hospital chair bleeding and drinking his foamy beer in the corner beneath the wall mounted television. And then Foyet appears beside him grinning that wicked grin and the heart monitor begins panicking, screaming. “Not real,” he whispers to himself, flexing his bruised and swollen hands. A reminder. His joints are stiff and hurt badly enough that he almost cries out at the sudden movement, but it reminds him of what happened. At least part of it. His hands were broken on Foyet's face. “Not real.” He calms himself just before the nurse enters his room to check for disturbances. This isn't the first time, and she gives him that look that says he needs to calm down.

“Are you sure you wouldn't like something to help you relax?” she asks, though she is glad to see he hasn't taken the canal out again. He's improving. But this isn't the first time she's offered him a sedative. Or even the second. He chews on it for a moment and finally agrees. If whatever she wants to push into his IV will stop him from seeing Sam and Foyet there staring at him, well maybe it's worth it.

“I'll get a doctor to order something just to take the edge off.” He knows what that means, they're going to knock him out. “It sounds like you could be here a while yet. Sleep might help the time pass a little faster.”

While he waits, he's alone with all of these thoughts and the paper thin blanket and the judgmental machines keeping track of all of his vital signs. He toys with the pulse ox on his finger, pressing his finger further in and then sliding it out just enough that it kept reading. He's already learned his lesson there. Slide it out too far and the damn thing screams for a nurse. He doesn't want that lecture again. He's just...restless.

And alone. Lonely. Those are not mutually exclusive, and he's acutely aware of how different they both feel when piled on top of one another.

“I'm fine,” he keeps saying when they ask him how he's feeling. He mumbles it through swollen lips, his jaw stiff, blood crusted in Rorschach designs all over his face, forcing his already unruly hair up into chaotic spikes. One eye has nearly swollen closed, the other doesn't seem far behind, and his nose is definitely broken, he can barely breathe through it. The canal doesn't help. “I need to see my son.”

“Sir, you need to lie back down.”

The worst part is, he's all talk. He really can't do much more than lie down, that's the real joke of it all. He's adamant that he should be let go and yet every minute that ticks by his body settles further and further into a complete state of disarray. He's miserable. They did some x-rays and said some troubling things about his ribs and his tailbone, there is a lot of concern about internal bleeding (given his medical history they keep saying like he's not right there watching them look through his file with horror or pity marring their features)...he knows he's where he should be, but he can't think about anything except Jack. Before they bring him a sedative, he sees Haley join Sam and Foyet in the corner of his room and feels the sting of tears in his eyes. “No,” he whispers and the nurse, pushing tube connectors into place glances down at him like he'd been talking to her. She realizes quickly that he's staring into empty space, into nothing, and continues her task. He'll be asleep in no time, poor thing.

“I need to make a call,” he mumbles before his head lolls to the side and his eyes close. He's trying to fight the cold push of drugs in his vein, there's just no way. It trickles shards of ice, pushes them upstream from the back of his bruised hand through his arm and disperses them from there. He's powerless to stop it. “Please. I need to make a call.” He needs to call Jessica. He tries to say her name, but it doesn't come out. In fact nothing is really coming out right. The nurse tucks his blanket up a little higher to stave off a chill. He's shivering.

She runs into Derek on her way out, he looks like he's in a hurry and she reaches her hand up to slow him down just a touch. “You're here for Mr. Hotchner?”

“Yeah. SSA Derek Morgan, I'm his proxy.” He pauses and remembers to smile, a sweet gesture in trying times. “Is it okay if I go in there?”

“We've just given him a mild sedative, he's been very agitated tonight. He'll probably be asleep for some time but you're welcome to sit with him.”

Derek wonders how much she knows about why he's there, thinks her use of the word agitated is interesting. Yeah, you'd be agitated too if you were in his shoes.

“Hey,” he says as he enters the room, dimming the lights automatically. He watches Aaron blink slowly in his direction without really seeing him. He's not there, not really. Asleep and awake in some liminal space, some dreamland that doesn't look very inviting if the pinched look on his face is anything to go by.

“...look terrible...” Aaron drawls thick and syrupy. His backwoods Virginia accent slips out when the stars align, when the universe wills it, when he's drugged and tired and off his rocker a little. Every wall he's ever built has crumbled around him today. Every safety net, every shield, it's all been tested and failed in one fell swoop. He's raw and bloody and broken. Derek wonders how Aaron even gets up and walks out of here, but he's going to ignore that thought for the time being and choose to believe it's possible. As a test of that faith, Derek forces a smile for his benefit.

“You're still gorgeous,” Derek replies, standing beside the bed, brushing one finger along Aaron's cheek. It's true. Even with his hair matted in bloody spikes and his face swollen and patchy, even with bruises painting deep watercolor pools over skin that was once flawless, with deep purple and black crescent puddles beneath his eyes, he's gorgeous.

Aaron shakes his head, just slightly, side to side. It's painful so he only does it once but it gets the point across.

“...no you...terrible...”

“Oh. I look terrible? Thanks. I'm gone all day and this is the reception I get when I finally get here?”

He knows. He does look terrible.

“...tired...” Aaron whispers thick and sad. He licks his lips and winces at the movement in his jaw. “...sad...” God he looks so sad, Aaron thinks through his medicated fog. “...why?” There are bags under his eyes. Derek never has bags under his eyes. Most of the day is a blur, but he knows that everything scattered across Derek's features is his fault. In some dim way, he can't touch it but he feels it. Those damn blank spaces.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Derek says, pushing the bloody matted hair back from Aaron's forehead and pressing a kiss dead center, warm and soft and a little too long. “I got nowhere else to be but here. With any luck, I'll look even worse when you wake up from your beauty sleep.”

(x)

“Can I have a minute with him, doc?” Derek asks quietly, and the doctor nods. They've been there for hours, and Aaron never did really sleep. The sedative was only strong enough to make him slow, barely lucid, but never actually asleep. It wasn't really helping. More tests had come back and the doctor was hovering, waiting for him to be awake enough to share information. But he just keeps blinking long and slow and sad, and Derek figures they can give him a break. Another trip around the clock won't hurt.

“I'll come back in an hour with the last of the results and we'll see about discharge.”

“Thanks, man.”

Derek had been pacing while the doctor tried to get Aaron's attention, but now he's back by the side of the bed. He sits down, scooting Aaron's legs over just enough to give himself room, and stares at him. Long and hard, he looks and he can't find it in him to smile this time. As much as he'd like to. Just force that megawatt smile and tell him everything is fine and they'd be going home soon and life would go on.

Well, life is going to go on. Of that he's certain, but not the way they thought it would hours ago. Tonight was supposed to be date night, he reminds himself. And now he's staring into the face of a man who has lost everything that he'd built his life on. Sure, he's been divorced for years, but he still had Haley. He still knew her and could talk to her and since their divorce they'd managed to find some reasonable common ground. They claimed it was for Jack, but it was good for them too.

And now he's suddenly been thrust into single fatherhood without any warning, any preparation. Not only that, but it happened in the most violent way Derek could imagine, and that violence was going to leave a lasting mark on their family forever. It hit too close to home. He had watched his father bleed out on a city sidewalk and now he's right back there, staring into his own mother's haunting, devastated eyes as he looks at Aaron now.

“How are you doing?” he asks, knowing how crazy it must sound. But he really doesn't know what to think. How to feel. He's fumbling around in the dark here. All he knows is that Aaron looks awake, thoughtful, he's not blinking as slowly. He's aware of his surroundings in spite of the medication and the concussion.

“I want to leave.” That's the simple truth. He doesn't know how he is, but that hardly seems important. He just wants to go home, or go somewhere that isn't here. “Where is Jack?”

“He's with Jessica and her parents. They thought it best he stay with them tonight...the shock of seeing you like this might be too much for him after what happened. I didn't think I should argue with her.”

Aaron nods. He hates it but it makes sense to him even through his soupy mess of spilled thoughts. And truthfully, arguing with Jess is a lost cause. “Can I talk to him? Can you call them?”

“It's late, baby. It's midnight. They're probably all in bed. We'll call in the morning and make some plans okay?”

Derek is being as patient and as caring as he can be, but he's tired. He's exhausted and not sure he's got much gas left in the tank.

Aaron stares. And blinks, like he's putting together puzzle pieces in his mind. “Midnight?” he asks, like that was the only part that registered. Midnight. How in the hell is it midnight? When the ambulance sped away from his little suburban nightmare the sun was still high in the sky.

“Yeah.” Derek can't explain to him where the time has gone, not really. He's not sure himself. He was trapped in that house for hours, minute after minute, hour melting into hour until they were nothing but a murky congealed mess. “I know. But I think they're gonna cut you loose soon. We'll get the heck outta here, maybe eat something, get some shut eye and...” And what? It'll all be okay in the morning? He can't say that. “We'll call Jess as soon as we get up.”

Soon ends up being another hour, which feels more like a lifetime and the blink of an eye all twisted up like a candy cane. An endless barber pole spinning spinning, colors whirling, hours twirling but never really going anywhere. Derek was lulled into a sense of almost well-being while they waited, a fact that never ceases to amaze him when he thinks about it later. Hospitals did that. When a steady stream of people come in to make sure you're okay, you start to feel a little invincible.

“I met Haley in my junior year of high school,” Aaron drawls with his eyes closed. The lights have started to bother him as they back him off of the meds in preparation for discharge. His concussion is one for the record books from the sounds of it. They're going to have a hell of a time managing it, Derk can already tell. He reaches out and plays with Aaron's hair while he talks, twists his fingers in it, scrapes his nails against scalp, tries to soothe him. It's a waiting game. Aaron's long buried Southern drawl is seeping slow like muddy river water on a hot summer day into every third or fourth word. Derek can almost feel crawdads and fly fishing and mud between his toes. “She was a sophomore. Derek...she was the prettiest girl in the whole school...”

“Yeah. I bet she was,” he replies quietly, wrapping both hands around one of Aaron's. He's so cold, his skin so tight and swollen around broken knuckles but somehow he feels ice cold even still.

“She had a boyfriend, of course. Nathan Fisher. His dad ran a bar, he would let us sneak in sometimes on slow nights to get sodas and play pool. He had this bar tender on Wednesdays who would pour us the worst beer, it was always warm and too foamy but it made us feel pretty cool. Nathan was a good guy. I just wanted to be around her, y'know?” That drawl began deepening as he spoke, as he drifted in and out of what looked like a teary reverie bashed with the violence of the present. “Just wanted to be near her.”

“Did she like you?”

“She didn't even know I was alive until I made a fool of myself in the theater production...guess she felt sorry for me after...but eventually she loved me.” Aaron stops, crafting a thoughtful pause, and Derek smiles in anticipation. “I think.”

His heart sinks. That's not what he'd expected. He knows damn well it's not true. “Nahhh, man, she loved you. Don't go there.”

“And Jessica,” he continues, like Derek never even spoke. “She hated me. We were in debate together. When she found out I was dating her sister...” his voice trailed off, lost in the ghost of a smile. “I love her.”

“I know.”

“She hates me now.”

“Alright man, you're gettin' a little silly on those meds. You gotta give it a rest okay? Haley loved you, and Jessica sure as shit doesn't hate you. She might be upset about what happened to her sister, and she's right to be, but no way she hates you for it.”

Her parents, on the other hand, Derek knows they don't share that sentiment. They were...well they'd already made angry phone calls to him about all sorts of things he would rather die than talk to Aaron about. They didn't know he and Aaron were together, but they sure as hell knew he was the Unit Chief and held both he and Aaron responsible for what happened to their daughter.

Well, Derek figures, get in line. The two men in this hospital bed don't need help in the guilt department. They're threatening to take the FBI to court and he won't stand in their way. IA has already requested a hearing ASAP to go over everything between Foyet's attack on Hotch to now with a fine tooth comb, and they aren't willing to give Aaron a pass on it. The whole team is under investigation.

(x)

Home. Derek's home, because Aaron's apartment won't do, not tonight. The last thing he needs to see is that apartment. Instead, they're met with Clooney bumping into their legs, his long tail thrashing against their shins as he beckons them inside and begs them to sit on the couch. His favorite place to hop up into their laps...Derek has been gone longer than usual and he's clearly a little extra clingy.

He can sense something off in Hotch, he walks with his side pressed against Hotch's leg the entire distance from the doorway to the couch.

The mainline of meds right into Aaron's veins had ended over an hour prior and the pain hit him like a ton of bricks. There is no hope of sleep, not yet, not like this, Derek realizes. He isn't even sure he could do it anyway, so he decides to cook instead. He hasn't eaten anything all day and this was, still, technically date night. Sort of. Maybe they'll get in the shower afterward, Aaron still has so much blood in his hair.

“It wasn't your fault.” It comes out as nothing more than a thin rasp that catches Derek off guard while he pushes eggs around listlessly in the frying pan. Mindless work, he's probably overcooked them by now, his mind has been engaged elsewhere. There is salt and pepper in there, but he's on autopilot, just trying to get some toast and scrambled eggs onto a plate and into their bellies. Like that'll erase everything, fix it all.

“What's that?” he asks, turning the burner off before he pours the eggs onto the waiting plate and grabs two forks. He checks that he turned the burner off twice more before he leaves the kitchen with the plate in one hand, and two bottles held by their necks between his fingers in the other. Ketchup and hot sauce. It occurs to him that he can't remember how Aaron likes his eggs which is absurd because...he knows this. He's known it for years. He just can't get to it. His mind is completely on auto pilot, non-essential tasks and knowledge have been shut down, archived. Breathe, eat, sleep. They're both breathing, and he's trying to take care of the eating...he's not so sure of the sleep part but it's in there. It's next on the list of things to try.

“It wasn't your fault...what happened...” Aaron drawls it out this time in a voice that almost seems to ooze out thick like orange blossom honey straight from the comb. The accent, steadily getting stronger as the night wears on, almost sounds fake except he knows where Aaron is from, he's met his mother, he's seen that house.

“I know.” He doesn't, though. But he's not going to argue. It's all his fault. He could trace what happened to at least ten missed clues or opportunities. Ten that he can think of, dozens more if you give him time. Yeah, he's keeping score. Yeah that's what unsubs do, who cares at this point. He knows it's his fault, but Aaron doesn't want to hear that. Won't hear it. “It was Foyet's.” That's the only thing he can say that isn't a bigger lie than he'd started with. Aaron's blank stare at the mention of Foyet's name is haunting. In any case, Derek plans to take full responsibility for everything at the hearing and there isn't anything else to think about right now.

Clooney snores with his head on Aaron's feet, drooling on his pale pink hospital grippy socks, and Aaron picks silently at the overcooked scrambled eggs perched on Derek's thighs. “I love you, you know?” Derek says, like Aaron could forget something like that.

“I know.” He doesn't say it back right away, but he rests his cheek on Derek's shoulder and he cries and it's almost the same thing right now.

(x)

“Director Skinner,” Aaron deadpans with a nod, unable to forget his manners for even one moment. This is an Internal Affairs hearing, after all, and they're here because he fucked up. Because he didn't follow protocol. And he can't say he blames them, he didn't...but he also doesn't feel guilty, because he shouldn't. None of them have ever had their lives and the lives of their families utterly destroyed by the hands of a man who managed to skirt the system and its supposed fail-safes time and again. Witness Protection should have been enough, and it wasn't. But going back further, arresting him and putting him in prison should have been enough and it wasn't. And further yet? Boston P.D. tracking him with the help of the BAU should have been enough...but it wasn't.

“Agent Hotchner,” Skinner says quietly, tapping the table and indicating for Strauss to turn on the tape recorder. “We won't keep you long. I know your son is waiting for you.”

“Thank you.”

As Skinner opens his mouth to ask the first question, one he hopes will be the only question, the light on the intercom blinks. Flashes red. No one should be in the building, and they all feel a little dread watching it flash. “Do you mind?” Skinner asks and Aaron shakes his head, his hands folded neatly in his lap. He's too sore to move, to do anything but sit stone still and wait until this is over.

There is a squeaking sound on the other end, fuzzy and high pitched, and then a room full of hushed murmurs that sound more than a little like panic. “May I ask who is calling?”

“JACK!”

Everyone in the room smiles, everyone but Aaron. He's staring at his hands.

“Hi Jack. Are you Agent Hotchner's son, the very famous Jack Hotchner?”

“Yes.” Aaron can make out the sound of JJ's voice just behind Jack's, coaching him.

“Jack, did you know there's a secret code on the vending machine in the BAU that will get you a candy bar without even putting in money? If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll give you the code.”

“I hafta ask my dad...” Jack says a little morosely and Aaron's eyes flick up, meet Director Skinner's for just a moment and he nods.

“Well, Jack, I happen to be sitting in a room with your father right now and he says it's okay.”

It doesn't take long before Aaron can hear Reid muttering about a secret code and JJ assuring Director Skinner that the code will be safe with Jack. She'll keep Reid and Morgan far away from it. Emily is pretty sure she can steal it from JJ without her ever knowing, and then she'll make bank selling candy bars out of her desk.

“Agent Anderson,” Skinner says, turning in his chair to the man standing at the doorway. “Call the vendors for that machine and have them change the override code tomorrow morning.”

Aaron almost smiles, the corner of his mouth twitches small and fast. It's gone before anyone sees it, but he can feel it in his chest, a momentary lightness.

“Thank you, Director Skinner,” he whisper speaks. It's quiet and thin sounding. Skinner has known Aaron a long time and is more than a little shaken by his current demeanor. He'd anticipated some level of grief, of injury, but this...well he just looks broken. A wispy shadow of his former self.

“I think we can forgo this interview, Aaron. Your team has made things clear enough for our reports. I'm comfortable with leaving things as they are.”

Strauss opens her mouth, sits gaping at him for a moment. She can hardly believe her ears. “Director Skinner,” she protests and he shakes his head.

“I know protocol says we need to get a statement from Agent Hotchner, but I think we can all agree that this hearing is nothing more than cruelty at this juncture. Perhaps, if it would be agreeable to you Aaron, we could accept his statement in writing by the end of the week?”

“You're the Director,” one of the IA Agent says, closing her own file. “If that's what you're willing to accept, I see no reason to drag this out.” She's uncomfortable, too. Aaron is still staring at his hands.

“Well, Aaron?”

“It'll be on your desk in the morning.”

And just like that, he's pushing himself up out of the chair and shaking Director Skinner's hand. Skinner looks a little mortified when he squeezes too hard, apologizes under his breath and Aaron pretends like it didn't even register.

“Thank you, sir,” Aaron says and Skinner nods solemnly.

“Go home and be with your son. Save the report until the end of the week. That's an order.”

He walks snail slow back to the BAU, down long empty corridors and through keypad controlled doorways. He fumbles for his badge at every one, forgetting until the next one to have it ready. Every step drives the ache in his back deeper until he's practically dragging himself up the last of the stairs to the catwalk. Familiar territory, the home stretch. Derek is standing over the table keeping a watchful eye, making sure everyone behaves while they play a rowdy game of rock paper scissors with Jack whose face is covered in melted chocolate.

“That was fast,” Emily says, standing quickly to offer him her chair. He shakes his head and opens his arms instead when Jack comes flying at him. He'll stand. If he sits now, he might not get back up.

His back screams in violent protest as he lifts Jack up, holds him tight, buries his face in the boy's neck. Every muscle is seizing up, squeezing like a fist, yet somehow the smell of Jack and his chocolate cheeks are enough to keep him standing against the assault. It can't last long, but it'll last long enough.

“Are we all fired?” Emily asks, timid but laced with a little sarcasm. She can't help trying to cut the tension with a little joke. “Cos this is a really inconvenient time to be broke. The economy is in the shitter.”

“The BAU is cleared of all suspicion of misconduct,” Derek says, reading directly from an email Skinner sent him. Hastily typed, the man was clearly attempting to beat Aaron to the room...and judging by the way Aaron had moved like the Tin Man needing his joints oiled, he figured he had a few minutes to compose his thoughts. “Aaron just has to provide a statement in writing and it's all over.” He leaves out the bit about Skinner ordering him to make sure Aaron doesn't work on it until later in the week. That passes between them in a look when Aaron glances up at Derek helplessly from the crook of Jack's neck. Derek can see that he's on the verge of tears. He nods quickly and shoves his phone into his pocket.

“On that note, everyone get the hell out of here,” he says to the room before turning to Aaron and reaching out to take Jack from him before he collapses. “Do not come in tomorrow...or the next day. I'll text you guys when I want you back in the office.”

“Are you...still the boss?” Reid asks, a little unsure, a little unsteady. He regrets it immediately when everyone's eyes flicker toward him, burning through him. Not the time, not the time. “I just meant...now that...”

“You got a problem with that, kid?”

“No, sir." Reid's little smile, a little snarky, makes Emily laugh and shake her head.

“Hotch is gonna need some time off to be with Jack so I'll hold down the fort, business as usual. We'll let you know when or if that changes.” He pauses, letting them all absorb that little if he slipped in there. They'll have plenty of time to discuss that later. Not now. Locking eyes with Aaron, he offers him a gentle smile, a way out. “Let's go home.”

[moonjxsung]

star i know i dmed u about this but like i cant. i cant. AAADSJDJDADJSDKJDJDDS I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABT THE CONCERT (ISABEL LAROSA + ARI ABDUL GODS WATCHING TOUR!!!) I WENT TO YESTERDAY

I GOT THERE AT THE VENUE AND FOR SOME REASON EEVRYTHING WAS DELAYED BY AN HOUR AND I DONT . I DONT KNOW I WAS DEVASTATED I WAS LIKE SHIT I CANT EVEN SEE THE SECOND PERSON PERFORMING (IT WAS A DUAL TOUR) AD IW AS SO SAD BUT SOMEHOW. BY SOME MIRACLE. MY DAD TEXTED ME AND WAS LIKE "IM SO TIRED PLZ COME USING THE TRAIN" HOLY SHIT. I COULD STAY AS LONG AS I WATN AS LONG AS I COULD DRIVE THE LIE EVEN FURTHER WITH MY MOM. AND THATI EXACTYL DID!!@#!@#!@# I KNOW I SHOULDNT BE SO EXCITED AND HAPPY ABOUT LYING BUT IM JUST. HAPPY I GOT THIS EXPERIENCE INT EHE FIRST PLACE. LIKE THIS WAS THE BEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME. I GET TO GO HOME BY MYSELF, I DONT GET CALLED BY MY PARENTS, I GET TO SEE (ALMOST) THE ENTIRE SHOW, I GET FRONT ROW VIEW?? LIKE IT WAS LITERALLY THE BES TPOSSIBLE OUTCOME AND I THINK PERAHPS IT WAS A REWARD FOR THE SHITTY WEEK IVE HAD THIS ENTIRE WEEK. YETSERDAY SINGLEHANDEDLY MADE UP FOR IT. I LEFT THE VENUE AROUND 11:40 PM ISH??? AND GOT HOME AROUND 1 AM LMFAO how was i not questioned at all idk. i dont wanna jinx it like what if my mom asks me today abt everything i did. but also what the fuck how was i able to get away with such a big lie WHILE keeping it for HOURS???????????? HOURS PAST THE TIME I SAID ID BE OUT?!?!? no but like i cant beleive that these people are REAL like wym iw as in the same ROOM AS THEM? IC ANT. I CANNOT! the first girl (isabel) was BEAUTIFUL like ic ouldnt stop staring at her at all she was GLOWING. the crowd was lowkey fake and dead af tho.....like live in the moment stop staring at your phones tryna get aperfect fancam of her this aint a kpop concert!!!!!!!!! you came here FOR her not a recording of her!!!!!! well i undertsad the recording part bcs i was recordin gtoo but liek NO ONE WAS JUMPING OR SINGING ALONG OTEHR THAN ME BASICALLY AD IW AS LIKE WTF?!?! i love her older music so when she performed one of my favorites (heaven) i almost cried out of joy. but the crowd wasnt evenr ecording or singing along so i hope they were at least admiring her in person bcs she truly looked heavenly. like an angel. the white spotlight was shining down on her and she looked liek she had WINGS bro. i cant believve i got to see this live. INCLUDING ONE OF HER UNRELEASED SONGS THAT IM JUST SO IMPANTIENT FOR. NOW I HAVE AN UNOFFICIAL RECORDING OF THE ENTIRE SONG FOR ME TO LISTEN TO UNTILT HE ACTUAL RELEASE! i actually like her older songs a lot and one of my faves from her next to heaven is closer but she never performed that </3 i guess it was never on the setlist and she never performed it live pensive emoji stop i said i was near the stage nad i ltierally was like i dmed u the video of one of the girls (ari) TOUCHING MY HAND .. WHAT THE FUCL. I ALMOST ORGASMED HER VOICE IS SO HOT SED HELP stop her normal speaking voice made me DIZZY. it was raspy and lowkey deep and so like. so. it was giving dominant. why was she speaking liek that thru the mic do you want me to explode in my pants . someone needs to study me and my infatuation w women that have sexy deep voices like i also am heavily obsessed with fu hua from honkai impact bcs her voice is so hot and Ugh okay lets not get into the voice kink (guess my skz bias if u couldnt already from my previous asks .) BRO SHE STARTED TAKING OFF HER TIE TOO I ALSO SENT U THAT CLIP LIKE IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOKAJOASKOAKOAOKOkookakokoakoakokaskodaidjaddsk

while i was buying merch before i left (i had to leave before the last two songs from ari, one of them being my faves </3 bcs i didnt wanna risk it any further) i was telling the girl by the stand that i had to be discreet bcs my paretns did Nawt know i was at a concert and some girl w her mom overheard and laughed and we made small talk and her mom was like "dont even worry about sneaking out for a concert, ive done worse as a kid. im glad you were able to give yourself this experience bcs we only live once" and i was like 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 damn some validation from a mother that isn't even mine surely feels nice. ANYWAYS. i got a signed photobook from them! i really wanted a shirt w the tourdates but alas my paretns once again dont know i was at hte concert and they are also religious as fuck and im pretty sure any shirt that mentions god in a nonreligious context would get my ass beat. Im still in disbelief like how did i even get away with this i cant believe it. also im crying bcs in order to drive the "conference" image, i went dressed in a whole business formal outfit LMFAOFOOFO you kow that meme that slike "me at my wedding vs me at some other event" with that guy. yeah that was me. me at my wedding (in my pjs) vs me at the gods watching tour (in an all black blazer outfit)

anyways yeah thank you for the lil pep talk you gave me and your comments on it <3 im glad i took the risk and went and therefore i had to tell you everything about it.

SPEAKING OF CONCERTS I SAW THAT U GOT LOLLAPALOOZA TICKETS!!! CONGRATSSSSS I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WHEN YOU GO!

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HELDPDOSKKEMFKFKEKRKJRKTT THE LAST PART OF THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD W YOUR REFERENCE TO THE MEME W THE SUIT AND RHE CASUAL DRESS PLEELWKKSKXKEEO THATS SO REAL 😭😭😭😭 NO but real talk im so fucking glad you went AND that everything somehow worked out in your favor????? YOUR DAD COINCIDENTALLY GETTING TIRED HOLY FUCKKKKK I always feel bad when something happens where I can’t be 100% honest with my parents but like that lady said it’s literally worth it because it’s a once in a lifetime thing!!!! When I first bought tickets to see bts and booked my hotel and flight and everything I told my parents nothing but the bank called about the charges and they found out and I felt soooo bad but I literally regret NOTHING like concerts are such a fleeting thing and you gotta take advantage and GO when you can!!!! Holy fuck dude though I can’t believe you got that CLOSE to them??? AND GOT AN UNRELEASED SONG???? I do know Isabel from tik tok her music’s GOOOOOD (she’s always the audio in those hot ass skz edits djkekekckdkdkd) BUT I CANT BELIEVE YOU GOT TO BE SO CLOSE TO THEM also getting a signed photobook????!:!:!:!!:!:!:!.! YOU WON SOOOO GOOD BESTIE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 IM SO GLAD YOU WENTTTT I hope you’re able to take advantage of whenever you have special opportunities and that you always get this lucky!!!! Don’t feel guilty about lying either one day these years will be mere memories and you got out of it clean so relax and celebrate bc YOU GOT TO BE SOOO CLOSE TO YOUR FAV FUCKING ARTISTS HOW COOL IS THAT……… ILY BBY MANIFESTING MORE MOMENTS LIKE THESE FOR U IN THE FUTURE 🫶💓💖💞💘🩷💕

[mirxzii]

Had to send it in asks 💀💀

I woke up to a screeching hinge and a slam as the front door of my house opened. My dad had gone out drinking that night, and I thought he wouldn't be home till the next afternoon, but I have no such luck. When he drinks, he usually finds a slut that's willing to sleep with him and he's out for a day, but I don't blame any of them tonight. I wouldn't want to spend my time wuth him either. Unfortunately for me, I don't really have a choice in the matter.

I realized I forgot to do the dishes after coming home from hanging out with my friends, and the moment I heard footsteps on the stairs, I knew he had seen it.

Shit.

I got up to lock my door before he came in, but I was a few seconds too late. He burst in and caught me with my hand a few inches away from the door. He grabbed my wrist and shoved me against.

"You worthless boy! I gave you one job, and you can't even do that right! I can't go out and enjoy a night by myself without you messing it up!"

"I'm sorry! I forgot. I was really tired coming home."

"Coming home?! From who's?!"

Shit.

I scrambled to save my mistake. "It's no one! I was coming home from the store."

He could tell I was lying. "It was those sluts and bastards you hang around again, wasn't it?"

I turned away, not wanting to tell him anything, but apparently, my silence was loud enough.

"I told you to stay away from them! They're bad influences!"

That night, I made many mistakes, but this was the worst one. I talked back to him. "LIKE YOU'RE ANY BETTER, YOU BASTARD!"

"WHAT WAS THAT, YOU LITTLE SHIT?"

I could smell the alcohol in his breath as he yelled in my face. I tried to move away, but his hand held a tight grip on my wrist. His other hand was clenched into his fist and I could see the punch before it landed.

A sickening crack rang through the room and my face exploded with pain. My nose was definitely broken and I could feel warm blood dripping from it.

I was suddenly dropped to the floor and my head felt light. Black spots moved across my vision as I tried to crawl away from my dad. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him. I gasped as a sharp pain appeared in my abdomen as he kicked me in the ribs. I felt one of them crack as he went for round two.

I moved my legs so they were sheilding my ribs and opened my eyes. I immediately regretted that as I saw blood splattered on the floor.

My blood.

That proved to be too much for me to handle and as I passed out, I heard my phone ringing faintly. I reached out for it, but I was taken over by unconsciousness.

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Larke

Nadia called Elijah for what seemed like the fiftieth time that night, but there was no response. Our friend group had been hanging out at Nadia's, but Elijah had had to leave early because of curfew. He left his jacket at her house, and she was trying to get it back to him, but after the first three missed phone calls, we were all getting anxious.

"Does someone want to go to his house and see if he's ok?" Victoria asked.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably. I realized they all walked here except for me and Victoria. Whenever we needed to go somewhere, Elijah and I were the chauffeurs because we could drive. We also both lived on the same street, which was too far away to walk to Nadia's. I gave Victoria a ride because she lives close as well.

"Well," I offered. "I'm the only one here who can drive, so I think we know who has to go." Everyone nodded, but still seemed uncomfortable at that. I brought my mom's car, as it was the one that I was allowed to drive. "I brought my mom's minivan. We can all go check on him, but I think only one person should go to the door."

Everyone seemed to release a breath all at the same time. Nadia gave me a huge smile. "Thanks, Larke."

"Of course." Despite my worries for Elijah, I tried to smile back, but it must not have been very convincing because her brow furrowed with worry. "Nadia, It's nothing. I'm just worried that something horrible happened to him."

"We all are."

As everyone piled into the car, I started the engine. No one talked on one the way to Elijah's house, but there was an obvious sigh of relief when we saw his car in the driveway. My relief was quickly squashed when I saw his father's car in the driveway as well.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened my door. Everyone started to follow my example, but I put out a hand to stop them. "I have experience with his dad. Stay in the car. He won't be happy to see anyone, and if I know him in the slightest, he's drunk."

I grabbed the jacket and walked to the door. I rang the doorbell and I heard the lumbering footsteps of the 6'11 brick wall that was Elijah's dad. He opened the door and I tried to put on my best smile.

"Hi. You must be Elijah's dad-"

He interrupted me before I could finish. "And you must be one of the bitches he hangs around with." He started to close the door, but I shoved my foot in between it and the frame. My blood was already boiling, but I had enough restraint and self preservation insticts to not knee him in the balls. Instead, I maintained a pleasant face as I forced the door partially open.

"Excuse me, sir, but this is Elijah's jacket and he left it at our friend's house. We tried calling him, but he didn't answer. Do you know why?"

The man let out a drunken chuckle. "Ooh, He chose a fiesty one." He grabbed my chin. "Why don't you come inside for a drink?"

I moved my face away, the man's breath reeking of alcohol. "I'm going to have to politely decline, sir. If you don't mind, give this to Elijah and I'll be going home."

"Come on, pretty girl. Stay for a while." He tried grabbing my wrist, and my self preservation insticts made way for self defense. I stamped on his foot and kneed him in the groin. "In case you didn't get the message, allow me to not-so-politely decline." The man groaned as he fell over. "My answer is no."

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Derek

We watched Larke as she rang the doorbell and a hulking man answered the door. They talked for a bit, but I couldn't tell what they each said. I saw the huge man reach his hand towards Larke's face. I almost got out of the car, but then I saw probably the most badass thing Larke has ever done. She pulled away, stomped on his foot, and kneed him in the groin, all in one smooth motion. She walked back to the car in a huff and slammed the door.

"Did you find anything out?" Elsie asked. Larke put her head against the steering wheel and took a deep breath. She turned to face us all and without even a hint of sarcasm she said, "I think we need to break into Elijah's room."

We all simultaneously did a double take at her words. "What?" I asked. "You can't be serious."

She glared daggers at me. "Oh I'm dead serious. His dad never answers the door unless Elijah physically cannot get up."

I blinked slightly and nodded. "Alright. Fair point. How are we supposed to get into his room?"

Victoria pointed to a window. "It's that one." She pointed to a nearby tree. "We can use the tree to get to it."

I looked and it seemed like an easy enough jump from the branches to the house. "I'll go." I offered.

Victoria looked at me with surprise as Elsie snorted. "You? Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah, why not? I'm athletic enough."

"No offense to you, Derek, but you're built like a twig." Elsie teased, or at least, I think she was teasing.

I looked to everyone else to see if there were other objections, but instead I was met with encouraging smiles from most everyone and Larke nodded.

I opened the door and quickly made my way to the tree so I wasn't seen. I found a low branch and started making my way up, one hand after the other, one branch then to another. I climbed to the height of the roof and stepped on to it. Fortunately, the window was unlocked and I opened it easily. The sight that greeted me when I stepped inside was not what I expected. Elijah was unconscious on the floor, his nose was a mangled, bloody mess. There was a bruise starting to form on his wrist and I didn't even want to imagine what happened. I propped him up, using his bed and quietly went to close the door. Elijah's dad was still downstairs, moaning and groaning in pain.

I found his phone on his bedside table and saw about 60 missed calls, all from people in the group. I didn't know how long he had been out, but it didn't seem like a good idea to leave him here.

I lightly patted the side of his face, trying to get him awake. "Come on, Elijah. We have to get out of here." I looked around the room for any other exits, but the only two were the window and the door. I knew there was no way I would be able to get him out the window.

"Shit."

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Nadia

Not one minute after Derek made it inside did my phone start ringing. It was Derek. I answered and put it on speaker so everyone could hear and answer.

"Hi. Nadia?" Said Derek's crackly voice through the phone. "Yeah?" I answered.

"We have a problem. Like a huge problem."

I shared a look with everyone. "What kind if problem?"

"Like the kind of problem that I found Elijah but he looks like shit and he won't wake up. Also, the only ways out are through the door or the window and I know for a fact I am not going to be able to take him through the window."

Oh.

It's that kind of problem.

I cleared my throat. "Alright. Umm..." I looked at everyone else for ideas. No one had any. "Well. You are going to need to take him through the door. The window would be a terrible idea."

"Yeah," Derek responded. "But the door is also a bad idea. In case you haven't noticed, there's a brick wall downstairs who probably isn't going to be too keen on me practically kidnapping his son."

"It's not kidnapping!" I protested. "It's kind of kidnapping." Larke said. "We are taking him away from his house. Granted, it's to save his life, but still."

Suddenly, a groan came through the phone and Derek got very excited. "Elijah! Oh thank god. I wasn't sure if you would get up."

"Elijah's awake?!" I was yelling into the phone at this point.

"Derek?" Elijah's voice was quiet and gravely, but it was there. "Where's Nadia? I can hear her."

"She's right here on the phone. Everyone is." Derek paused. "Holy shit dude. What happened to you?"

Elijah mumbled something I couldn't hear and I guess Derek couldn't either. "Can you repeat that? I couldn't hear you."

"Dad...broke nose." Elijah groaned. "Maybe somethin' else too."

"Alright, man. Don't stress yourself." Derek said. "I'm gonna get you outta here. Can you stand?"

Elijah must've given some acknowledgement that he could. "Perfect. I can help get you downstairs. Just lean on me and we'll get you fixed up." Derek said. "Nadia, I'm gonna have to call you back while I get him to the car. Can you call the police and let them know to come pick up the brick wall downstairs?"

Snapping out of my slight shock from this news, I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah I can call them."

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Elsie

The call disconnected and no one in the car knew quite what to do. Larke hit her head against the steering wheel, probably trying not to scream.

Nadia and Victoria were close to tears and my brother, James was cursing up a storm that would put the most foul-mouthed sailor to shame. He never curses.

I tried to keep a level head, but that was harder than I thought. All of us knew his dad was an asshole, but I never thought he would go this far.

I heard a noise outside and saw Derek dragging a bloody Elijah out the door, a huge man behind them. I leaned over and opened the door and they both rushed in.

Elijah looked like shit and almost immediately passed out on the seat, blood leaking from his side. The was a large shard of glass sticking from his side as well, covered in blood.

"Shit, shit shit!" Yelled Derek. "Drive! We need to get to a hospital!"

Derek took the piece of glass out of Elijah and threw off his shirt and held it to Elijah's side, soaking up blood. "Elsie, can you hold this? It needs pressure to stop the bleeding."

Shocked, I nodded and held the wad of clothing to his side. "What the hell happened?"

Derek groaned and grabbed his side. Now that the shirt was off, I could see the start of bruises. "Elijah's dad caught us on the way out. He had recovered from Larke's badassery and was ready for blood. He stabbed Elijah with a broken beer bottle, so I punched him. Turns out, punching a man who is built like a brick wall when you're built like a twig isn't the best idea and won't end well. For the twig at least."

"Derek, you're bleeding." I pointed out a few cuts he had on his chest and arms.

"Eh. Elijah has it worse. I can wait for a bit, but he needs more help."

The rest of the drive to the hospital was silent except for Nadia talking to the police about what happened. Thankfully, Larke was speeding most of the way there and it was short.

Derek and I maneuvered Elijah out if the car, but Derek needed help too. "No. You need help. Nadia, James, help me get Elijah inside. Larke, you and Vic take Derek."

"I don't need help!" Derek protested.

"Yes, you do." I insisted. "In case you've forgotten, you're a twig that's been broken over someone's leg."

"I'm not a twig, you're a twi..." His words slurred and dropped off. I looked behind me and saw Derek passed out in Larke and Victoria's arms. They must've caught him on his way down.

We raced into the emergency room and the receptionist at the desk jumped from her spot and pressed a button to call for a doctor.

"We need two stretchers."

They showed up shortly and took the two boys off our hands. I watched as they both disappeared behind a door

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James

Dragging two of my unconscious friends into the hospital was not something I ever wanted to do again.

Watching them disappear behind the doors was painful, but the waiting was even worse. We waited for about five hours before a doctor came back

With news about Derek and Elijah. They were both stable, but not in the best shape. Derek had two broken ribs and would have a few scars left after he was done healing.

Elijah, on the other hand, had a broken nose, five broken ribs, a stab wound six inches long and excessive blood loss.

"You can see Derek now," Dr. Frank said. "But we're trying to get Elijah set up for a blood transfusion."

"Will he be ok?" Nadia asked.

"We're hopeful. You said his dad did this?"

Larke nodded. "Yeah. He never told us about it, but I assumed. Derek found him unconscious in his room with a broken nose. Elijah wasn't up for long, but Derek got him to tell us what happened."

"He must've really had it out for the kid. That is some nasty stuff."

I nodded. "Can we go see Derek? Is he awake?"

Dr. Frank nodded. "Yes. I'll take you to his room."

The halls of the hospital were quiet. Turns out, 4 in the morning isn't really a time when most are awake. We entered the room and Derek gave us a wide grin.

"Told you I didn't need help."

"You have two broken ribs, Derek. I think you need rest more than help at this point." Larke pointed out.

Derek chuckled, but grimaced as the motion upset his injuries. "Oh man. I love Elijah, but remind me to never punch his old man again."

"You might not need to." I said, pointing to the tv in the room. It was playing the news from last night and it showed Elijah's dad getting pushed into a police car.

"Well that's a relief." My sister said. I elbowed her in the side. "Be nice, Elsie."

"What? I'm just being honest. We were all thinking it."

"Doesn't mean you have to say it."

She folded her arms, but didn't continue.

I noticed Derek was starting to nod off as we all focused on the news. "Hey, you good?"

Derek nodded. "As good as I can be in this situation. Just a bit tired."

"Fair enough. Do you want us to leave?"

"Maybe? I don't know. It would be nice to have someone stay."

"I can stay." Larke offered. "I can just come back after driving people home. I mean, it makes the most sense unless everyone wants to stay.

Everyone else immediately protested.

"If you think we're going to leave while you're hurt, you're dead wrong."

BROOOOO ITS SO GOOD LARKE HAS RLY IMPROVED

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Sister, Sister:

Hannnibal Family pt. 10: @iloveslasher @charliedawn

Morgan’s POV:

Things had been going seemingly well recently. Peter was happy, Kevin was preoccupied with something that wasn’t w reckless for once, and uncle was busy with work. Dad seemed to have taken a liking to young Newt, which bodes with for them. As long as they kept Peter in line, they were welcome to be a member of this family.

They knew to much to leave now anyway. And Hannibal’s hypnosis sessions were going well. I was surprised by a sudden knock at the door. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and hid it behind my back. Who would be knocking at this time of night? I opened the door to see a woman standing there.

“Can I help you?”

“Is Newt here?” She asked.

“Who are You?” I asked, suddenly feeling protective of my new younger sibling.

“I’ve looked everywhere else, are they here?” She asked, her tone growing more agressive.

“And I’ll ask again, who are you?”

I was growing fed up with her rudeness.

“Wren?” A voice came from behind me.

It seemed the commotion had woken Newt up from their nap on the couch.

“Go back inside, it’s fine.” I said.

“Thank god you’re alive.” The girl, seemingly Wren, pushed past me, and went to grab Newt.

I was quick, shoving her by the shoulder into the wall and pulling my knife. Surprisingly she didn’t even flinch.

“Newt?” I asked.

“Relax Mo, she’s my sister.” They said, seemingly panicked.

I checked to see if they were lying. It wasn’t a good habit to get into to assume someone was friendly just because they looked it on the surface. I watched as she grabbed the blade of the knife, forcing it away with her hand as it hit into her skin.

“Exactly, I’m her sister, so if you could kindly get the fuck off of me.”

I stepped back, withdrawing the knife as it cut deep into her hand. Serves her right for being rude. The commotion drew Hannibal out of his office too. I watched as she made her way over to Newt, caressing their head in her hands as if there was no blood on them.

“They didn’t hurt you did they?” She said, checking for injuries.

I scoffed.

“Who’s this?” Hannibal asked from behind me.

“Apparently the sister-“

We watched for a moment curious if we should do anything. After a minute she seemed to be happy with the lack of wounds on her body.

“I was looking all over for you. And when I went to the house no one was there. Your stuff was gone.” She pulled Newt in for a proper hug. “I was so worried.”

“I didn’t know you were coming home from college.”

“You stop responding to my letters. I thought he- I’m just glad you’re ok.”

She finally turned to look at us, seemingly remembering we were there.

“You’re hands bleeding.” Hannibal stated flatly.

I was glad Kevin wasn’t home at the minuet. The scent of blood would be driving him crazy. Hannibal and I were much better at controlling ourselves. Him being older and me being a doctor.

“Newt, Darling, you look tired, why don’t you go shower and rest yeah?”

“But-“

“I’ll be here when you wake, promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

I watched as Newt walked up stairs.

“Sorry for the rude intrusion, but I was under the impression that my sibling was in danger. I’m sure you can understand.” She stated.

At least she had the manners to apologise. Neither of us said a word, I watched as some of the blood from her hand dripped onto the floor.

“She’s never missed a letter. When she didn’t respond, I assumed the worst.”

“So you knew.” Hannibal said.

“There was nothing I could do. You have to understand that if I could have taken her with me, I would have.”

“You’re a coward.” I stated.

She didn’t deny it. She looked up to see Newt peering over the banister.

“Perhaps we should take this somewhere more private?”

She followed Hannibal and I to his home office. I broke out the first aid kit and approached her. She flinched this time.

“I’m a doctor.” I reassured her.

“A doctor who threatens people with knives without hesitation, forgive me for being mistrusting. I can do it myself.”

She held her good hand out, waiting for me to hand her the kit.

“You’ll need stitches, you need two hands for that.”

She sighed, growling under her breath.

“Fine. Thank you.”

I made her sit on the couch as I silently adresses her wounds.

“I assume you have questions?” Hannibal started.

“They seems happy. No recent injuries, the house was empty. No police tape. What did you do to our father?”

Hannibal smirked. I’ll give it too her, she was quick.

“Morgan, would you like to answer that one?”

I smiled up at her.

“We ate him.” I said, as I pierced the needle through the flesh of her palm, throwing the first stitch.

We expect the usual, screaming, yelling, crying. She didn’t even push me away.

“And our mother.”

“Framed, in jail. She was a coward.” Hannibal offered.

“Do they know?”

“I’ve helped them to forget, they couldn’t handle it.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way. They really do seem happy here.”

“You’ve only been here a few minuets.”

“I know my sibling. They made eye contact with me when I walked in. They’ve never done that before.”

“You s’en to be handling this information well.”

“My father was an asshole. At least Newt isn’t burdened with sharing his blood. Half sibling or not, I would do anything for them. Freaking out will do nothing to help them. Besides, he deserved it.”

“You left them.” I reminded.

“Only because I would have died if I stayed. I didn’t want them to find me like that.”

She rolled up her sleeve, revealing deep scars. No wonder she didn’t flinch, she was used to the sting of a blade. I finished the last stitch in her wound.

“I’m Morgan, this is my uncle Hannibal.” I offered, finally introducing ourselves.

“Serenity. It’s a pleasure.”

She reached out to shake my hand with her good one. She did the same to Hannibal.

“Thank you for protecting them. I can never repay you for that.”

“Just keep our little secret. That’s payment enough.”

“Of course. As far as I’m concerned our parents ran away and abandoned us. I know nothing about your families extra curricular activities. They haven’t-“

“No. We wouldn’t force that upon them.” Hannibal spoke. “Peter, the youngest, he’s a vegetarian, they usually eat with him. They do everything with him actually.”

I watched her face light up at this.

“They’ve finally made a friend.” She said. “Would you look at that. May I stay for dinner? It’s been a long day and I’m awfully peckish. Besides, I promised Newt I’d be here when they woke up.”

“Please, be our guest.” I said.

Newt’s POV:

My sister looked upset when she walked through the door. But I was nothing but excited. It had been months since I’d seen her and I was just so excited she was here. But then she shooed me away. I pouted at the top of the stairs, trying to see if I could listen in. But my efforts were useless.

I went into Peter’a room, shutting the door and flopping down on his bed. I always slept better in his bed than I did in my own. Even now that I had my own room, I didn’t like to spend too much time in there. But I did when I needed to have some space. Peter was out with Kevin and I doubted he’d mind if I napped in his bed. I threw on one of his hoodies and snuggled into it.

An hour later, I was woken by a shake to my shoulder.

“Peter? You’re home!” I shouted a little too loud.

Peter flinched. But laughed none the less.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just excited you’re here.”

He chuckled once again sitting next to me.

“You know you have your own bed right?”

“Yeah- but my beds cold.” I lied.

He rolled his eyes.

“You seem excited today.”

I nodded, popping up on my heels and nodding vigorously.

“My sister stopped in! You’ll get to meet her!” I said.

He raised an eyebrow.

“The sister that abandoned you and ran off to college out of state?” He asked.

“It’s not like that.” I shoved his shoulder. “If I got into a Fancy college she would beat my ass if I didn’t go. And I’d do the same to her.”

He laughed even louder this time, I wasn’t sure what was funny about that.

“I’ll bet $20 on Kevin that you win.” He said between laughs.

I frowned.

“I can be scary!” I protested.

“Sure Newt, you’re about as scary as a sunset.”

“Rude.” I mumbled.

I wasn’t actually upset. I mean who could be mad at that face? Peter has mastered the art of using your cuteness to get what you want. And I can’t blame him. If I looked like that, I’d be doing the same Damn thing.

“What are you looking at?” He asked.

“Your pretty face.” I smiled back.

He blushed a little and I giggled.

“No!” He said.

“No what?” It was my turn to teased.

“You don’t get to call me cute and look at me like that. It’s weird.”

“Relax lover boy. It was joke. You know I’m not like that.” I said.

He didn’t seem convinced.

“If I ever say that and mean it, so me a favour and punch me.” He cracked a small smile at that. “Because either I’m brainwashed or replaced by a demon.” I finished.

“Demon best friend could be fun though-“

I smacked his shoulder again.

“Ow, ow! Ok. I won’t let you get replaced by a demon, geez. That one actually hurt.”

“See, I can be mean.”

“The objective was scary, but close enough.”

I raised my hand again and he pulled back, sprinting off the bed and sprinting down the hall.

“You get back here!” I called after him.

I chased him around the house, laughing the whole way. Until I was stopped by an i movable force. My nose hurt and I scrunched it in distaste. I pulled back enough to see Kevin staring back at me.

“S-sorry Kev.” I said.

He kept staring, making me squirm under his gaze.

“I think you broke your nose.” He said simply.

It was now I could feel the thin trickle of blood, running warm down my lips.

“Oh” I said. Attempting to wipe it on my sleeve. “Maybe you and your washboard abs shouldn’t be in my path.” I said.

He scoffed.

“You’re funny.” He said. But there was no humour in his face.

He reached out to touch me, but I flinched. I couldn’t help it, Kevin still gave me the creeps. He was different than the others.

“What are you doing.”

“Let me fox it for you.” He sounded annoyed, like it was some sort of chore.

I supposed it couldn’t hurt.

“Tilt your head back.” He said.

I did as I was told. He grabbed my check with one hand to steady it, then his other hand fell on the bridge of my nose. It was sore. I winced at little. He didn’t even give me a warning before I heard a crack and let out a small whimper.

“There.” He said. “Better.”

I pulled away to tell him thanks, when I noticed some of my blood got on his finger. He looked me in the eyes and licked it off, before turning or leave. I shuddered.

“Weirdo.” I said out loud.

I continued my search for Peter, and found him lurking in the study with Morgan.

“There you are.” I said.

“Here I- what happened to your face?”

“Kevin happened.” I groaned. “Why do his pecks feel like a stack of bricks?”

It was Morgan’s turn to laugh now. He set down the anatomy book he was reading.

“You’re peculiar.” He stated.

“Thanks.”

“Does it hurt?” He asked, pointing to his own nose.

I shook my head.

“I’ve had worse.” I shrugged.

He frowned. Peter came around the chair and pulled me into a his arms, inspecting my face.

“You think it’s broken?” He asked Morgan.

Before the young doctor could comment, I beat him to it.

“It’s fine, Kev set it already.

Morgan looked disgusted.

“Newt time you get injured, come to me yeah?” He said it less like a question, and more like a demand.

“Sure,” I gave him a small smile. “Is Han making dinner?” I asked.

“Yes, uncle is preparing. Your sister agreed to stay for dinner.”

“Oh goody! So you will get to met her tonight Peter!”

He hummed, not really seeming that interested. It’s ok, he just didn’t know her yet. I was sure he would love her!

I sat down on the arm of Morgan’s chair. Then Peter stood behind me, playing with my hair absentmindedly. Morgan began reading as if the conversation never interrupted him.

“Is that the anti-cubital fossa?” I asked, pointing one of my fingers at the diagram.

“Yes.” He set the book down, marking his face.

He wordlessly grabbed my hand, flipping it over in his so my palm was up. He ran his fingers on my skin, and a shiver ripped through my spine. It tickled a little.

“And these right here are your radial veins. These are the ulnar veins. And right here-“ he pressed into the skin a little, palpating the vein and increasing blood flow to that area. “Is your brachial artery.” He Finished.

He looked up to meet my eyes.

“It runs all the way up into your heart.” He smiled.

“So that’s the one that carries the oxygen?” I asked.

“Correct again, yes it takes it away from your heat and distributes it to the rest of your veins.”

“Cool.” I said.

He picked up the book again. I looked back at Peter who seemed disinterested. I frowned, I suppose everyone had their bad days. But he didn’t have his spark today, and it saddened me a little.

“Where do they take blood from if somebody has no arms?” I asked, curiously.

I likes when Morgan talked about this stuff, he seemed happiest then. It was rare to see him smile, or any of them really. They were just a serious group of people.

“Then we would take from the veins in your feet.”

I scrunched my nose in disgust, causing a small gasp to leave my lips as the pain hit me. Guess the adrenaline finally wore off. Both boys pretended not to notice, thank god.

“Thay sounds most unpleasant.”

He chuckled.

“Do you get to play with people’s veins at work?”

“Play isn’t exactly the word I would use little one. But I do sometimes; yes, but most hospitals have people designated specifically for that job.”

My eyes lit up in wonder.

“Really? That’s so cool!” I said excitedly.

I moved Peter’s hand from the top of my head, and laced my left hand through his, I pulled him around to the front and made him sit on my lap. The chair arm groaned in protest. Peter looked at me confused and Morgan looked amused.

I trailed my right arm along his veins like Morgan had done to me just minutes ago. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the moment. Until my fingers hit a very active and pulsating vein. I opened my eyes again.

“Would you go here?” I asked.

Morgan looked at where my fingers lay, and moved my hand off to feel it himself.

“Excellent choice my dear.” He said.

I smiled.

“You’ve got nice viens Petey.”

If it was possible, his cheeks flushed even more. I could practically see the blood crawling to his face.

“Yeah, nobodies stealing my blood”. He said.

I chuckled lightly.

“Just be lucky you aren’t sick Peter. I remember when I was little I used to have to get my blood drawn all the time.”

Peter frowned.

“What for?” Morgan asked.

I shrugged.

“I guess I’m anaemic or something. It used to be really bad. I would pass out all the time.” I said.

“You need more iron then, perhaps you shouldn’t be eating Peter’s meals all the time.” Morgan suggested.

“Whatever you say Doc.”

Peter seemed uncomfortable with this. But I didn’t see the big deal. It was just some meat.

An: a little bit of a shorter chapter this week cause I’m stressed about work. Our new store is opening and we have the season drop coming. Holidays make my really mentally I’ll, and I don’t like change. So if my posts seem hectic the next week or so, that’s why. Disaster dinner party will be next chapter, gotta leave y’all on a cliff hanger 😈