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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Jungkook

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | Wake up call

Sometimes you only really cherish things when they're taken away from you.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, dystopian AU, space/Sci-fi/cyberpunk-esque, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Violence, Drama, romance, adult, angst, potentially triggering content, Hurt and comfort, JKs dad, major injury, angst, comfort, fluff

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It's pitch-black when you wake up, and it takes you a moment to realize that it's simply your eyes needing to adjust to the lack of light.

You instantly sit up in Jungkook's main resting spot, only to realize he's missing- instead standing at the main control screen, tapping away with his eyes reflecting the light of the screen in front of him. At a call of his name however, his face snaps towards you, the alien hybrid instantly walking towards you to cover your shoulders with a heavy blanket, before he sits down in the nest with you, clearly in a fight-or-flight state. "What's wrong?" You ask, and your sleepy voice and clearly drowsy state make him feel awfully protective over you-

and that's only partially due to his whole hormonal fiasco going on.

"We're passing a re-fueling station." He tells you, hushed and low in tone. "But the scanners show way too many ships in the area, so I'm trying to move us around." He offers as an explanation, unknowingly sitting closer to you, hands searching for any sort of physical contact with you before he just throws his pride out the window and moves to have you sit on his lap instead.

"Maybe it's just crowded?" You wonder, unsure why this is worrying him so much. But he shakes his head.

"Something's off." He simply denies, eyes focused on the large windows in the front of the ship, offering a wide view of whatever's going on in front and frontal sides- one of those windows being the one you're currently sleeping at. "I don't trust this." He shakes his head, arms slowly wrapping around you as he waits for the autopilot to steer the ship safely past the refueling station.

"Maybe it's.. you know?" You wonder, looking up at him- but he shakes his head.

"I'm.. I would've-" He sighs. "No one can really help me with my instincts because I am.. currently the only human-Bolku hybrid around, so not even Jin's mother can really.. help me understand what's going on with me." He shrugs, holding you in a relaxed, but almost clingy way. "I've simply decided to just.. take your words to heart, you could say." He tells you.

"What do you mean?" You ask, leaning into him a bit as the screen blinks with something- Jungkook looking once, before he puts his attention back onto you, apparently not alarmed by whatever message just popped up.

"You said the only life I can control is mine." He reminds you. "So I'll just.. let whatever I'm feeling run it's course, and learn to control my life instead of trying to just.. hiding in a vacuum." He explains, large ship coming into view in the distance, a few other's as well in close proximity. This catches Jungkook's attention, as he moves his body into a straighter position to properly catch a glance at the ID parts of the ships- required by law. It's typically a flag of the respective planet or organization, combined with a letter-number Identification, similar to a license plate back on earth.

And suddenly, Jungkook tenses up, eyes focused solely on one particular ship it seems like, as it passes by slowly. You're not sure what's wrong, when there's another warning tone, this time making Jungkook growl a little to himself as he gets up to walk towards the control console, tapping away.

He's scanning everything back and forth before he curses, slamming his hands onto the control board, jaw clenched, before he puts some different commands in, ship shifting, starting to steer in a very specific manner that makes the generators underneath your floor rumble in a new rhythm.

"I thought we were skipping this one?" You wonder, but Jungkook grimly shakes his head.

"We can't." He sighs. "I tend to forget that.. this ship is so old." He mumbles, clearly upset.

"It'll be fine." You try and reassure- and he looks at you for a good moment, before he grimly nods to himself.

Hoping that'll be the case.

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Jungkook is usually very much at ease when it comes to situations like these. He clearly knows his way around and is aware of how to act and what not to do in certain situations- year long experience giving him the necessary confidence to properly keep his job going.

But this time, he's on edge- never letting you out of sight, and even having checked multiple times before leaving the ship that the tracker on your new collar works perfectly just in case. He's also made you wear some of his clothes- says it's got something to do with other alien species' staying away from you if you smell like him, and in your eyes, it makes sense. Maybe his whole hormone-issue is just making him a little overprotective.

You understand that, somewhat. And you have to admit that his clothes are very comfortable to wear.

But something you also notice, for the first time, is what he's warned you about in your room, days ago. How everyone who knows his father will look at you with a certain sense of judgement- and this time, it seems like almost everyone seems to know him, because the looks are everywhere. It doesn't bother you too much- but you can feel with the way Jungkook's hand tightens around yours that it does affect him.

"Can we go eat something while the ship refuels?" You wonder, tugging on his hand to gain his attention, trying to pull his mind away from the admittedly tense atmosphere around you. He nods after a moment, nodding towards the employees currently attaching the giant tubes to the ship, before he walks away and towards the food section, numerous different small restaurants cooking quickly for customers sitting and standing close by.

"What do you want to eat?" He asks you, who's already scanning the pictures as best as you can- still not very good at deciphering the intergalactic standard writing. You should really learn it sooner rather than later- it's got to be annoying to read everything to you, after all.

"Uh.. can I eat this?" You ask him, pointing to a specific food covered in crispy fried dough- not because he pays for it, but because he also knows what humans can and can't eat.

Now this fact makes finally sense to you- because as someone who's partially human, Jungkook has to look out for certain foods as to not upset his stomach. For you, the consequences are much more severe, however, so he instead walks up to the counter to ask, just to make sure. The man behind, an alien with scars all over his face as if burned at some point, looks down at you, then at him, before he scoffs.

"She ain't gonna die from it." He says, but Jungkook is clearly not satisfied with an answer like that.

"I asked if it's safe to consume, not if she's gonna die from it." He challenges almost annoyed, a few close standing customers already clearly interested in the small scene.

"And I told you what I know. I don't usually have to feed 'em." The man replies, slamming down his large cleaver into the wooden counter in front of him, cutting a piece of meat in half.

"She can eat it just fine." A voice chimes up, deep and a little scratchy- and multiple things happen all at once.

First, people start to make room, averting their gazes as if an accident just occurred, and someone blasted their guts all over the place.

Almost at the same time, Jungkook pulls you close to him, shielding you in a way from whomever just talked behind you, body hiding you away like he needs to protect you from something.

And then, you poke your head around a little, catching a glimpse of the man.

He's clearly a Bolku with his tall build, even a good hand or two taller than Jungkook, body bulky and muscular, though the face shows the time this man has been alive. There's horns on his head curving backwards, and his eyes are what's the most prominent about him- small, halfway opened, but sharp in their gaze and a deep orange-y red, the color of pure confidence.

A shiver runs down your spine when you realize the small similarities you recognize however. This has to be Jungkook's father.

"Make two servings. I'll pay." The man orders, and the cook eagerly occupies himself with his job to flee the scene, quietly preparing the food. "Snatched a taste of human love, haven't you?" He laughs to himself, now having caught you peeking around Jungkook's arm, his eyes staring you down so much that you can feel your skin crawl.

"We're leaving." Jungkook mumbles to you over his shoulder, hand holding yours as his father chuckles lowly.

"Already? Your ship is barely halfway fueled." He says, sitting down at a table. "And the poor little thing must be hungry too. Aren't you?" He adresses you, but Jungkook hisses back towards you.

"Don't talk to him." He commands, and you nod, before you lean up towards him to speak closer into his ear.

"I'm not that hungry." You reassure him, and he nods, moving to walk away with you-

when suddenly, out of nowhere, someone tugs you away from Jungkook's hand, collar being pulled so roughly it causes you to violently cough from your throat being pushed together forcefully.

Jungkook shouts, but he's held back as well- whoever has you in their grip is bringing you closer to Jungkook's father, who inspects you from his sitting position. "Pretty thing." He comments, using his cane to tap at your thighs. "Healthy body. I wouldn't be able to resist either." He jokes, making who you assume to be his crewmembers laugh while you hold onto the front of your collar to help yourself breathe. "Ah, your mother needed one of those too. They always try and run off, don't they?" He comments, making Jungkook struggle.

You've never seen Jungkook's eyes shine in such a violent shade of red- almost as if his eyes are going to spout flames any second.

"I assume she's not for sale?" He wonders towards his son, who spits onto the ground right in front of his father's shoes, probably as a non-verbal answer. "Figured." The man says, pulling back his boot before he looks at you. "I'll be taking her anyways."

"She's registered under my name!" Jungkook argues. "I'll be sending out a patrol the minute you have to leave-" He argues, and his father laughs loudly.

"Your name means nothing in this system!" He barks back. "You have no worth, you bastard. Be happy I'll let you leave once your trash-pile of a ship is refueled." He warns.

You're starting to become tired fighting against the strong hold of whomever got their hands on you- causing your to breath harder and harder, oxygen not reaching your brain as well, causing you to become dizzy- and it's something Jungkook notices, because of course he does.

And another thing he realizes is that he knows you're in distress long before he spots the blinking red light of your collar, signaling something wrong with your vital signs.

And before you can do anything else, the edges of your eyesight begin to darken like a vignette filter, Jungkook's terrified gaze the only thing you can make out before you pass out, becoming limp in the hands of whoever is holding you.

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You're glaring at the man in front of you, refusing to eat anything that's offered.

He's already needed a large patch on his hand to cover up the aggressive bite you placed there hours prior after he tried to touch you- but he's intelligent enough to not try it again, it seems like. He thinks you're easy prey, probably- and that's what you used to be, and what you would've been if he'd been the one to find you back then.

But you belong to Jungkook- and Jungkook made you want to fight for your life, just to get back to him.

"Do you even know who he is?" The man in front of you speaks, trying to intimidate you with his gaze, but, for some reason you're not sure of, it doesn't work. "He'll abandon you the moment he finds a proper partner to mate with." He scoffs, and you just keep staring at him.

You don't believe anything this man is spewing- in fact, you're not even properly listening, rather trying to think hard of a way to escape this ship- entire layout foreign to you, since you didn't wake up until you were already on the ship. The only thing you know is that the entire interior intimidates you with it's perfect polished metal walls- something about Jungkook's old and somewhat worn down rooms and halls just makes you feel at home.

Or maybe it just feels like that because you fell in love on this ship.

So the minute you're left alone again after he insults you in Bolku language you don't understand, your brain is running at lightspeed.

Vents are out of reach, but maybe if you could push some of the furniture you could reach it- but someone might hear, and catch you in the act, making this whole plan incredibly dangerous. It's risk against reward after all- you're no use to anyone if you're dead. So you look around once more, checking out everything-

when you spot another vent, small but definitely in better reach than anything else. And the best thing is that once you're in there, there's no way anybody can reach out or crawl in behind you. The only issue?

You don't know where it leads. And from looking over Jungkook's shoulder at the general layout of his ship, you know that some vents lead straight into machines- and you're honestly not ready to be boiled alive.

Your decision however falls onto all or nothing- so you undo your collar at the emergency clip Jungkook had shown you, in case they're tracking you that way, before you crawl under the bed where the vent is, cover easy to remove as you crawl inside. It's tight, not much room and definitely not enough space to turn around now, as you move slowly, having left your shoes behind so that your socked feet don't make too much sound.

On the way, you can spot some vents you have to crawl over slowly, showing you numerous rooms of the ship. A kitchen, another prep room it looks like, multiple storage spaces, and then-

bright lights, clearly leading outside.

You crawl faster the moment you hear machines starting, finally able to see the drop-

and it's not only high up, but right next to a small engine that's clearly about to start if the radiating heat and slowly glowing metal were anything to go by. So either way- you're gonna get cooked alive, or you'll break your spine falling down.

You've got nothing to lose.

Safe to say you do end up cracking something- but the adrenaline is enough to push you through the pain, legs running faster than you ever thought you could as you make your way through the ship station, searching frantically for anything familiar so you can find your way back to Jungkook. If his father stayed true to his word, he would be allowed to leave- and you don't know how long you were out for, so you might already be too late.

Or would he wait for you?

You're searching around frantically when you can spot the familiar ship- large cargo door slowly closing, metal wall lifting, as you shout Jungkook's name as loud as you can- even though you just know he probably can't hear you.

You don't know how you manage even after tripping painfully so, but you reach the lifting cargo door just in time to jump up and lift yourself in-

when you feel warms in the back of your shoulder, something almost crawling down your back, the same feeling in another spot lower on your back, and in the back and front of your leg. It takes a good moment for you to slowly calm down, ship's door closing behind you, as the engines start, before you realize what's happening.

You've been shot by some sort of weapon, multiple times. And the feeling of something crawling, was simply your own blood.

It's ironic how you find yourself seeking at least some sort of warmth yet again under the blue plastic tarp- similar to how you first snuck onto this ship. But the tables have turned- and now, it seems like you'll find your end here too, between all the cargo and dust and by now familiar scents and sounds.

It could be worse.

Just like the first time, the large metal door hisses as it opens loudly, and once again just like the first time, you hear boots on the floor. But this time, you're not scared- this time you know who it is, and you find comfort in that.

Tarps are lifted. Cargo is inspected.

And then, the dark blue one you're hiding under is pulled back- but this time, he's not holding a gun, or a grim expression, or anything alike.

This time, he drops harshly to his knees as he pulls you close to him, holding you, uncaring of your blood staining his clothes.

This time, he wants you to stay.

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He's got you in his nest, while he steers the ship angrily, intercom blasting the sound of his father trying to get through his mind. But Jungkook is filled with nothing but rage and that need to finally break free from the shackles this man had put him in all his life.

"I saw her drop, kid." He laughs. "Stop trying to chase ghosts, you'll kill yourself too trying to move that thing any faster!" He jokes, spits at the old ship Jungkook has owned for years now. But what he doesn't know, is that sometimes, newer isn't better. Because this is a ship build during the third interstellar war-

this thing is meant to last.

And withstand.

So Jungkook lifts his face, eyes locking with the one's of his father moments before he lets it happen-

ramming right into the smaller jet ship painted white, causing sure damage to his own ship- but it's clear that whatever happened to his own, is nothing compared to the large gashes and dents in the exterior, communication cutting off as he watches the smaller white ship slowly lose engine after engine, fuel leaking without any gravity into the galaxy, fires burning out, until everything is quiet-

the wreck left behind him, just like his past.

Jungkook doesn't even check if the autopilot is really properly working- he only cares for you now, who's still breathing shallowly in the nest he slept in with you before, bandages already letting your blood seep through. He's not trained enough in human health to properly help you- he's unequipped as well, which just makes this all the more worse.

He can't help you. No matter how bad he wants to.

All he can do is wipe the sweat off your forehead before he holds you close again, curling up around your body, trying to hide you away from everything. When he heard you call, it felt odd- like a sound only in his thoughts, not clear, but definitely present. He didn't know at first what had happened- only when the security check signed to him that something was wrong in the cargo room down in the bowel of the spaceship did he check-

finding you yet again, just like the first time.

But this time, he's holding you in fear. He's not sure if he can even do anything if he reaches a destination- human health is something not everyone has enough knowledge in, and even if that's the case, the chances of finding a still practicing doctor for you are slim to none at the moment.

It's so horribly unfair.

He finally accepted not only himself but you- and now he's gonna have to watch you leave after all, the world taking yet another thing away from him, as if his childhood and adolescence wasn't enough. No- apparently his future is on the menu next, to be devoured with every breath you struggle to take.

The intercom rings, and Jungkook doesn't care for it- simply swipes his hand over the panel near the window to accept it, Yoongis surprised voice ringing out- tone changing quickly as he notices the blurred scene of Jungkook and you in the corner, transmission a little choppy due to the damage to the ship.

"I received an emergency signal- are you there?" He asks with urgency, and Jungkook just hums a reply. "Jungkook, what happened?" He worries, ship slowly coming into view of the large side windows, light blue paint flaking off the metal casing of the small ship.

"We ran into him." Jungkook mumbles, running his hand over your head in a soft manner, relishing in your warmth for as long as it's there. "He tried to take her- she snuck out.. got in last minute." He explains. Yoongi exhales a breath.

"Thank god-" He starts, but Jungkook wasn't finished.

"They shot her." He hums, voice emotionless, eyes a pale grey. "Now she's dying." He chuckles softly, looking down at you- you look like you're merely sleeping, resting against his body. "He's taking everything from me even past his lifetime." He scoffs.

"I'm tugging your ship to the nearest outpost- it's Aon, we should make it in less than half an hour max." Yoongi urges, saying something to what Jungkook assumes must be his human partner. "We have medical supplies on board. Is she still bleeding?"

No answer. Jungkook fails to see the point of one.

"Jungkook!" Yoongi barks. "Did you at least wrap her wounds? Anything?" He tries to find out, but the Bolku hybrid stays quiet- too mesmerized by sight of your eyes moving behind your closed lids. Your lashes are long. Soft. How come he's never noticed that? "Jungkook you gotta give me something to work with!" Yoongi whines almost, successfully connecting to Jungkook's autopilot, initiating the system to follow Yoongi's ship that's not in front.

Jungkook sighs. "I wrapped her up.. the best I can." He shrugs. "Now I'm letting her sleep."

Yoongi sighs. "What was she even shot with?" He wants to know, but Jungkook doesn't know. "Alright, I guess that's the only info I'll get out of you at this point." He mumbles to himself, before he cuts the intercom for the moment, quietly leading the ship to Aon- a small outpost set on a large meteorite, meant for simple refueling of smaller ships and temporary stay for some stranded people who didn't make it to the next bigger planet.

It's not much- but it'll do.

The only problem arises when Yoongi enters the ship and wants to look at you together with a doctor he'd found on Aon- because Jungkook just won't let anybody close to you, mind having slipped entirely now in the prospect of you being in such distress. It takes several people to remove the rather feral human hybrid from you, his eyes basically scanning every little move anyone makes as they check on you, everyone's nerves slowly relaxing. "Humans are truly odd in those things." Someone says, as he uses all four of his arms to properly put some bandages and patches onto your wounds. "They just sleep it off it seems like." He laughs, finishing up the patch on your back before he leaves you alone- and nods to the people holding Jungkook to let him go.

He immediately rushes back to you, tugging you closer, holding you tightly as you whine a bit in complain in your sleep, turning over to properly hold onto him as well.

"She'll be fine." Yoongi reassures, much to Jungkook's eyes turning round with wonder at that promise. "Humans are.. weird when it comes to ion guns." He shrugs. "It's just mostly tissue damage, some scratches here and there- but she'll literally sleep it off, like he said. She'll be fine- she just needs rest." He offers, causing a reaction he's not seen in years from the younger alien.

He cries, bitterly so-

but this time, it's tears of relief and happiness.

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"No no no no- come here." He scolds, pulling you close again to have you sit down on his lap at the main control console.

Jungkook is not letting you do anything whatsoever, even though your wounds are healing well. He's also become, while still moody as ever, incredibly touchy. As if that scare had flipped a switch and showed him how quickly you could be taken away from him again, it seems like he's decided that there's really no reason anymore to take things slow or be afraid of anything.

"Hey Jungkook?" You wonder, leaning your head back against his shoulder to look at him. He hums, not looking away from the control screen in front of him, and you giggle, still a little sleepy and low on energy due to all the medication you're taking. "I like you." You say, and this time, he chuckles-

turning his head to press a kiss against your cheek-

because he finally understands what you're trying to tell him.

He finally gets it.

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sinkdestroyer3000 · 2 months

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Your car broke down in a long stretch of woods while you and your friends, were on a road trip. As everyone was busy freaking out not knowing what to do. You saw a dirt trail. You pointed it out, everyone in the end decided it would be the safest bet. Since you could find a ranger station or maybe a camp site that would be near civilization.

A not so long trek later, and you all find a cabin in the woods you taking the lead, you knock and someone opens the door. They looked as if they had lived in the woods for some time. not bad, just scruffier than normal city folk.

They invite you all in for dinner with a promise of food and directions to a ranger station

Thanking the kind stranger, you all come in being led to the dinner table and being served meat and an assortment of vegetables that looked home-grown the

stranger only put meat on their plate, which was odd but nothing to think too hard about

As you all talked to the stranger, you realized there were many things off about them. their eyes being slightly too big, their teeth more pointy than normal teeth and the oddest thing being how they spoke not the mannerisms though odd could be brushed off as not speaking to many people being in the middle of the woods and all but their voice had an almost painful tone almost like it was unnatural for them to speak that way

As you glance around the house, you to fail to realize how the stranger has been staring at specifically you

You realize how shady this person is the photos on the walls have no photos of them and the photos there are look like driver's licenses and IDs

And the shoe rack near the door is filled with many shoes sizes and styles non seem to match to the person in front of you feeling a bubbling anxiety that felt like it would spill out if you ignored it, you ask you use the restroom

They happily lead you there, pausing you before you go in to ask if you feel alright. You nod, saying you're just anxious from the car braking down. They nod and tell you that they'll see what they could do before you head in

You put your headphones on and put a five-minute timer on so you can calm down, trying to shake the anxious feelings. As the five minutes come to an end, you walk out

You're friends greet you before thanking the stranger again for how kind they were for giving them a hot meal and directions even you already at the front door don't fail to notice how silent the stranger has been until they lash out ripping one of you're friends to shreds as the rest of you scramble out terrified screams coming from different directions you hear it chasing another friend who was close by on all four sounding unnatural when you get a glance its limbs are twisted in ways you've never seen before as you climb a tree to avoid being spotted you notice as you see the last slivers of light dip into the mountains away you see a watch tower in the exact direction the thing said a ranger station would be dread fills you realizing it knew you'd all run. It sent you in the wrong direction for that exact reason

The night was cold. You could hear the thing crunch on your friends and cry out in their voices, but you knew it wasn't them and by some miracle you survived. While in the tree you could vaguely see a trail to a camp so that's where you went when the sun was well and up little did you know you had something following close behind

You got to the station and tried to tell the rangers about what happened, but they said there's someone who owns the land, but they were polite. They said they would ask them questions, but that's all they could do without evidence

They help you get your car fixed, and you drive home, a new feeling of paranoia and grief for your friends and a hatred for the thing that made such both a terrible yet amazing trip so terrible.

Little did you know that you had a new admirer

Something about you felt nice the thing they were eager to know more . It was curiosity at first, but as they continued to watch you they became more enamored with you mannerisms that most would find weird the things that made you happy the things that annoyed you

You were perfect, and they wanted to know more. They wanted you to tell them secrets only they would get to know. They would learn to love like a person if it made you love them back

They took the identity of a new neighbor you never met before introducing themselves and finding opportunities to bump into you. After a year and a half, you finally were able to call them a friend. They were content with whatever you wanted them to be as long as you would stay and keep talking to them with that angelic voice of yours.

As long as you stayed.

#yandere #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #could be seen as platonic or romantic #my first time writing hope it's alright #gn reader

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beansprean · 11 months

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Oh, y'all thought the fight had started already?

My Familiar’s Ghost part 51

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ID: 1a. Close up of bat Nandor from Guillermo’s POV, crushed into a wall and held there by Guillermo’s hand. One of Guillermo’s claws has pierced the membrane of his wing and Nandor is clutching at his fingers in terror, staring up with wide, panicked eyes. 1b. Reverse shot of vampire Guillermo from Nandor’s POV, holding him down with his left hand as his right rears back, claws bared in preparation to strike. He is grinning maliciously, relishing in a new kill. 1c. Wide shot from the side as there is a sudden screech of tires and crash of metal. Guillermo and Nandor freeze in place and whip their heads toward the viewer and the front windows of the Panera.

2a. Wide shot from outside, on a roadway running up a hill and parallel to the Panera. A blue hatchback car with a license plate that says ‘whoops’ and a bumper sticker that says ‘how’s my driving? 1-800-KISS-IT’ has crashed into a pole with a yellow traffic light and is smoking, front end crumpled and passenger window shattered. The pole is slowly falling sideways, towards the Panera parking lot below. 2b. Close up as the traffic light, yellow light still lit, smashes into the asphalt, cracking the green lens and ripping the blinders off the red lens. 2c. Repeat. The traffic light settles on its side, mostly intact, and flips to red. Unfocused without the blinders, red light pours freely across the ground. Nearly invisible red text behind reads “stop stop stop stop”. 2d. Repeat of 2c, Guillermo and Nandor still frozen in place but now bathed in red light. Guillermo is narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the scene outside and Nandor nervously flicks his eyes over to him, assessing.

3a. The entire Panera is now flooded in red. Shot from behind the pillar Nandor is pinned to as his leg, now human shaped again, kicks forcefully upward, sending Guillermo flying backward into the opposite wall, demolishing the sheetrock and destroying a wooden chair in the process. Debris flies everywhere. 3b. Waist up of Nandor, back in human form, as he stands himself up, his inner arm bleeding. He snarls angrily and points an accusing finger at Guillermo, saying ‘You want to fight? Fine! The truth is, I have been upset with you, too!’ 3c. Reverse shot of Guillermo struggling out of the ass-sized hole he made in the wall, fangs bared and deadly gaze focused on Nandor. Nandor continues from offscreen: ‘You get so angry when I don’t know things about you but then you don’t tell me anything!’ 3d. Close up on Guillermo’s hand closing around a broken wooden chair leg. 3e. Close up on Nandor’s hand closing around a wooden chair leg as he accuses, ‘You keep secrets!’

4a. Full body of Guillermo lifting himself from a crouch in the debris left by the wall, a long stake with a shattered pointy end clutched in his left hand. His eyes, like a predator, never leave Nandor. Nandor keeps talking: ‘You assume to know what I am thinking and how I will react to things and what I will say - well you don’t.’ 4b. Knees up of Nandor as he steps away from the crushed pillar to a more strategic place against the light, holding his own long stake point-up like a readied sword in front of him. He stares seriously at Guillermo and says, ‘You hear, but you never listen, Guillermo.’ 4c. Extreme close up on Nandor’s glaring eyes trailing a slash of red light as he makes a quick turn, shouting, ‘Well you will listen to me now!’ 4d. Full body wide shot on an orange and yellow starburst background as Guillermo, both hands on his makeshift sword, takes a backswing at Nandor. Nandor’s sword meets him in the middle as he swings it down single-handed in perfect form. Their eyes never leave the other’s; they’re both in the fight now. /end ID

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Bonus ID: shot through the shattered front windshield of the crashed car to show Laszlo in the passenger seat and Colin behind the wheel, both covered in broken glass and peeking out from behind inflated airbags. Colin asks, glasses askew on his face and grinning in his usual unflappable way, ‘How was that, Lazzo?’ Laszlo smiles patiently over at Colin and asks, ‘Marvelous work, my boy! Now, what possessed you to aim for this particular traffic signal?’ Colin replies, ‘I dunno, just had a feeling. Can we go for that Escalade next? I really want to see how sensitive that pedestrian detection feature is.’ The engine continues to smoke, and there are a few wisps of familiar blue light trailing away. /end ID

#wwdits #my familiars ghost #nandermo #mlm #vampire guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #colin robinson #dadszlo #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described

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supernatural-24 · 14 days

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People need to talk about how fucking funny Supernatural Season 1 is. Sam and Dean rock up to a smallfuck hillbilly town in the middle of nowhere where people are being viciously slaughtered by some unfathomable creature, in a sick as fuck vintage car with stolen license plates.

Then they rock up to the crime scene in their boots and zip up hoodies and brown leather jackets with their very obvious fake IDs and babyfaces all like “oh yeah we’re federal officers!” and the local cops are like “for sure, here’s everything you need to know on the case”. Then they’re chilling in some motel that looks like its been abandoned for like ten years and has been festering in a swamp since then, and Sam’s like “Dean what if it’s a *insert generic monster name here*” and Dean’s all “no way, it's definitely not *insert generic monster name here*. I actually don’t even know what we’re doing here, this definitely isn’t our type of problem, we’re supposed to be looking for Dad”.

Then this random hot girl’s brother or husband or boyfriend or cousin or best friend or something idfk gets slaughtered by the monster and Dean’s like “fuckgjhjajsifoa maybe it is a *insert generic monster name here*” and Sam’s like “well we all know the one way to kill a *insert generic monster name here*: silver bullet right in that mofo’s heart” .Then the hot girl goes “I’m sick of the cops in this town doing nothing about it! I’m going after it myself!” and Sam and Dean go “okay that’s chill whatever, but we'll come to cause we can protect you” and she’s like “I can look after myself thanks very much, I don’t need your protection”. Sure enough, she ends up needing their help, and they burst in the room or hotel or mansion or bridge or woods or something idfk guns blazing shooting everything. Then the *insert generic monster name here* fucking stabs Sammy and Dean’s like hyperventilating “no one beats the shit outta my brother but me!” BAM silver bullet right in that fucking abominations heart. Then Dean viciously makes out with the hot girl while Sam fucking bleeds out on the floor.

Then the next day they’re driving in the car together and Dean’s all “we should do this more often, you know saving people, hunting things, fucking bitches” and Sam’s all “I’m only in this to find Dad cause I gotta find that yellow eyed dickhead”. Then a closing shot of the Impala driving into the sunset with fucking Kansas playing the background. How did anyone take this show seriously back in 2005. How did it get renewed for another fourteen seasons. How did it become one of the most iconic series of all time. I am furiously making out with the cast and also stabbing the writers.

#my friend percy wrote this #THEY'RE SUPER AWESOME AND COOL #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn crack #supernatural2024 #spn text post #supernatural 2005 #spn 2005 #early supernatural #early spn #classic supernatural #spn season one #supernatural season 1 #What about it??!??! Huh??

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greyishbobbi · 2 years

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ED - E; Fallout: New Vegas; Design and embroidery by me, 2022

[Image Description: An embroidery of ED-E from Fallout: New Vegas, who is a circular, floating robot. He faces to the viewer’s left and has a red license plate covering part of his side. He is gray in color and has a sort of grill covering much of his front. There are many antennae poking out behind him; he has what looks like a small satellite dish above the grill, and a small flamethrower below it.

A cut off banner appears above and below him, with words reading “ED-E: <Happy” and on the lower banner, “beeping>”. Around him there are pale green vines with yellow flowers, a prickly pear cactus that has red fruit, and a broc flower stalk that has orange flowers and dark green leaves. End Description]

Thank to @beaniebabycow for the ID!

#fallout #fo:nv #fallout new vegas #ed e #ed-e #embroidery #needlework #art #mine #video game #fan art

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : it’s been a year since Solomon gifted you your most precious possession and now you want to return the gesture

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!mc, fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : alternatively: a romantic coffee shop date with Solomon in London ~ this is set between season 3 and 4, the passage of time may not be accurate?? anyways, enjoy ✨

As the time passed and the clock’s second hand clicked endlessly, you leaned into the jewelry’s counter and checked your old text messages once again.

Solomon:

Hello Mc

Quick question, do you ever wear anklets?

You:

Not really

I do like bracelets though!

Solomon:

Oh, well, you see

Leviathan just taught me how to make them

Apparently it’s the hobby of an idol named Zaramela

"A true otaku takes an interest in his favorite idol's hobbies!"

Or so Leviathan said, anyway. He had all the materials laid out on his desk.

Listening to him ramble, I decided to try it as well.

But while I was working, my thoughts turned to you, and I ended up making one that I think will suit you.

Maybe I could adjust it as a bracelet, would you like that?

You:

Yes! Id love that, thank you!

The bracelet Solomon had made for you about a year ago suddenly blinged with the dimming sunlight streaming from the window. It was a delicate golden chain with a sun charm and four cloud charms around it. So much had happened since then, you had been his apprentice for some time, now in the human world you had acquired your sorcerer license and the brothers had gone back to the devildom two weeks ago. Solomon probably didn’t even remember the date he gifted you your precious bracelet, which you never took off, but you did. And considering the feelings that had made a home in your chest since that day… you wanted to make this date special.

“Here it is miss, silver plated just like you asked” the jeweler’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Inside a small rectangular box, the chain you had made just some days ago looked beautiful. A smile widened your lips.

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

So you picked up the gift, paid and then headed outside. The wind welcomed you softly, the sun was setting and it painted the clear sky, the elegant buildings and busy people in a beautiful pastel pink colour. A fluttering feeling filled your chest as you made your way through the Londoner streets, the animated chatter of people and the sound of cars passing by accompanying your thoughts as background noise. You weren’t sure if it was just your hopeful mood or everything genuinely was perfect that afternoon, because just a quick glance around made you feel like you were seeing the world through rose tinted glasses. The smell of coffee and pastries filled your senses once you were close to the coffee shop where you had asked Solomon to meet you. He had asked why you wanted to meet here instead of the Angel’s Halo, but you wanted to make sure you were alone with him this time. So when you stepped inside of the cozy cafeteria and you spotted him at the back, you weren’t sure if your heart stopped or if it had just started beating so fast you could not perceive it. With heated cheeks you watched as his long pale fingers flipped the pages of an old book, his white eyelashes blinked in fascinated interest, he licked his lower lip and tilted his head to the side, squinting.

“Afternoon miss, may I get you a seat?” a cheery freckled girl startled you out of your lovesick state.

“Uhm, I was just looking for him” you pointed at Solomon with a nod.

“Oh, you're with him?” her blue eyes widened “you’re a lucky gal.”

Now it was your turn to widen your eyes.

“Not like th-”

“Come with me” the girl didn’t even hear you out, instead happily walked over to Solomon’s table.

With a nervous sigh, you chewed your lower lip and followed in silence.

“Here” the girl made your presence known.

Solomon’s attention then settled on you and he immediately smiled tenderly.

“Mc, you’re here”

“Yes, sorry for the wait” you offered him an apologetic smile back.

“No worries” with a chuckle, he closed the book and set it aside.

“You’re ready to order now, sir?“ a nice menu was placed in front of you.

“Oh no, I’ll order when she’s ready” Solomon didn’t tear his gaze away from you, you tried to focus on the menu instead of his hovering eyes.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon then”

When the girl left, you inspected the menu as much as you could, even when you felt him staring at you.

“Is everything okay?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah” he giggled and relaxed his posture, his back hitting the back of his seat again “you just look lovely today, more than usual I mean”

“Thanks” you sighed with a shy smile, glad that you had taken your time to pick a nice outfit and accessories.

“I brought some of the books you said you wanted to take a look at, but I have a feeling we won’t be studying today?”

Surprised, your eyes abandoned the menu to look back at him. How was he able to read you so well?

“I…” you couldn’t find the words, he raised his brows expectantly with a cheeky grin “…yeah, can we just have some coffee and chat?”

“Yeah, I’d like that” the sorcerer’s frisky expression was then replaced by a heart-stopping smile.

Smiling too, you went back to looking for a nice drink. Solomon made small talk with you in the meantime. The same girl from before came a couple of minutes after that, you ended up ordering the usual thing you ordered in every cafe, and Solomon just ordered a black coffee. The time spent with your magic teacher flowed in between your fingers quickly and naturally like spring water. Your beverages were placed in front of you at some point, and soon stories, jokes, laughs, flirty comments, quick remarks and witty retorts built a whole different world around you two. Unconsciously, both of you were leaning over the table closer to one another, the lights of the coffee shop were now turned on, making his soft silvery hair shine. The passage of time was easy to forget when you had such a beautiful smile to look at, and that charming laugh to listen to. When you had the chance to just casually brush the soft skin of the back of his hand, or the opportunity to study the subtle ring of amber tint around his pupils, hidden in between the silver pools of his irises. But then his smile faded away, his lips turning into a fine line.

“What is it?” you raised your brows, worry filling your chest, had you said something you shouldn’t?

“I’m just wondering, is there something you want to tell me?”

You blinked twice, cluelessly.

“Like what?”

He just chuckled.

“I don’t know, I just had a feeling you had something on your mind when you first arrived, since you looked kind of restless”

Oh, that’s right, the bracelet!

You licked your lip, suddenly nervous again.

“Right yes…” taking a deep breath, your hands went looking for the deep blue box in you bag, and then placed it in the table before you.

Solomon’s curious grey eyes flickered between the box and your face. An anxious feeling washed over your stomach, but you tried to dismiss it in order to start talking.

“I’m sure you don’t remember, since you’re bad at remembering dates and everything, but it’s been a year since you first gifted me this bracelet” you held you wrist at eye level, he nodded slightly “and you’ve been such an amazing teacher, and- I mean, just an amazing person overall, you know? I just wanted to do something nice for you in return, to thank you for everything you’ve done and continue to do for me”

Pressing your lips into a fine line, you slid the box over to him. He seemed surprised for a second, but then a fond smile softened his expression.

“Love, you didn’t have to”

The sudden pet name caught you off guard, you face was quickly tinted a shade of pink and a giddy feeling rushed through your body.

“I wanted to”

Solomon opened the box delicately, and then picked up the chain you dedicatedly made for him.

“It’s silver plated, you know, because of your hair and eyes. The moon charm is meant to symbolize that too, and also because the moon is mysterious and alluring. And the star charms stand for the constellation pattern in your cloak.” he stared at it in awe, and then looked back at you, you extended your arm over the table to show off your bracelet “and now we’re matching!”

The sorcerer giggled in amusement.

“How’d you know?!”

A confused frown appeared in your face while he locked the bracelet around his wrist. You tried to ask, but he grabbed you hand with his and laced his fingers between yours.

“You’re golden to me Mc, that’s why your bracelet is gold plated. The sun charm is because you’re warm and bright, you shine in my eyes, you light up every single room with your presence.”

With widened eyes and flushed cheeks, you inhaled to try and calm dow your heart rate, but the air got stuck in your throat. You tried to swallow it down.

“Solomon…”

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t we give them our own personal twist?” with a wink, Solomon placed his other hand over the bracelets, a sudden glow making them shine momentarily.

“Charmed bracelets?”

“If you ever need me, just touch your bracelet and call for me, I’ll come for you whenever you want me to. How’s that?”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you.” your other hand found a comforting place over his, and you offered him the most genuine smile you could.

He chuckled.

“You’re the one giving me a gift, why are you thanking me? Thank you, Mc, this is my favourite present ever, by far.”

“I’ll be taking this, is that alright?” the waitress’ voice suddenly bursted your bubble, grabbing your empty coffee cups.

“Yeah, sure” Solomon cleared his throat “thank you”

“You’re welcome” her eyes lingered over your matching bracelets, and then she glanced at you with a proud smile and a complicit wink before waking away.

Solomon smiled.

“I think she knows something”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

#; fluffy belle #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #om solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #solomon x you #solomon x y/n #obey me x reader

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shiningfremi · 6 months

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hi! was wondering if i could req hurt to comfort - where freminet gets injured badly and reader gets so worried that they stay by his bedside waiting for him to wake up :(?

— same anon that req fremi cuddles (can i be 🧤anon?)

freminet gets injured [hurt to comfort]

[ freminet x gn!reader, modern au ]

!! CW: descriptive injury, mention of blood !!

aww this is so endearing 🧤 anon!! :*( i love this request sm,, and i'm proud of how this turned out! enjoy~

wc: 2.8k

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you were on a picnic date with freminet on the rocky cliffside, nothing could beat the wonderful view. you two were now enjoying desert, which consisted of delicious, spongy strawberry cake, your favorite muffins, and some berry red fruit punch.

freminet was telling you all about his favorite fairy tales and myths, since you wanted to hear so much about what he liked to read. more impressively, he could tell you the entire plot, getting into the nuance of it all. you admired how his eyes lit up as he described the stories. you could listen to his voice all day, it was soothing and a bit deeper than usual as he was completely relaxed.

“and then, the two little birds had gone to follow the wind, unaware of where they would go, or what they believed in.”

“wait, that's how it ends?” your mouth was agape. “no way! i need to know what happened to them,” you huff.

“that's right, the author wanted to leave it up for interpretation,” freminet sighed.

the wind began picking up, the checkered blanket underneath you two threatening to lift up. freminet held out his arms, flattening it down.

“whew!” you held onto the hat you were wearing. “it's getting windy up here, isn't it?”

all that was left were the finished paper plates with crumbs scattered about, and the near empty juice bottles.

“indeed it is..” he hummed. “how about we clean up, then stay for the sunset?”

“that sounds amazing. let's do it!” you shine him a bright smile. the sky always looked gorgeous from the cliffside.

after you both finish packing up and loading it into the trunk of freminet's car, you eagerly take his hand in yours to check out the breathtaking sights, as the sun was already beginning to dip down, and a golden orange gleamed down on the thrashing ocean below, making it sparkle from every angle.

“alright alright, i'm coming~” he softly chuckled as you dragged him along.

once you got close enough to the edge, you gaze out into the waters, your expression full of awe. “wow..”

freminet remained silent, simply holding onto your arm, his cheeks a slight rosy pink.

the scene looked as if it were a painting that was being crafted right before your eyes.

you just had to snap a picture, so you reach into your pocket, before pulling out your wallet instead.

with a confused gaze, you think back to where you saw your device last.

“woops! i think my phone is in the car-”

suddenly, a strong gust whipped through and you lost your hold on your wallet. with a startled gasp, you reached out but it was no use, it was already flying off the edge.

separating from freminet, you hurried to get closer, then sadly peer down.

your wallet was plunging into the depths below.

“oh no.. my wallet..!” you panicked. you had a great deal of cash in there, your driver's license, your id card.. what were you going to do? you glanced at him, full of anxiety.

“it's okay y/n, i can go in and get it! there's a trail that leads down to the beach,” he pointed in the opposite direction.

“are you sure fremi? the waves seem harsh right now.”

“w-well, i've actually gone swimming here before in similar conditions, so i can do it,” he assured you. “cmon!”

with a hint of reluctance, you nod, remembering all of the important things in there that could be lost to the sea.

freminet was a professional, and the wallet didn't stray far at all yet.

“alright!” you followed after him down the narrow pathway, small pebbles clanking down as both of you try to get to the shore as quickly as you could.

once you were finally there, freminet took off his sandals and his jeans, revealing black swimming shorts from when he went surfing earlier that day. and yes, he could surf just as well as he could dive~

“i can see it. this will be quick, i promise.” he grinned back at you, determined to put his talents to use to retrieve it for you.

he seemed sure of himself, so you stood back as he waded into the water, and then his agile body climbed the huge stones that jutted out, gradually inching closer to your wallet. it was lodged in between two smaller stones. he then snatched it out of the water before a wave could take it away.

“here it is, y/n!” he called out to you, waving it in the air.

“yay! thank you!!” you cheerfully shout back.

he looks so cool right now~

but...

that's when it happened.

freminet's back was turned, and he was getting up onto the rock to come back the way he came. as he was lifting his leg, an enormous wave was closing in behind him, bigger than what you've ever seen that evening.

where did that..? no, no! it's not safe! he needs to-

“wait!”

you yell out a warning once you realize what was going to happen, but it was far too late. a horrible crashing noise filled the air, and your eyebrows twisted in horror as he disappeared into the salty mist.

the water was unforgiving, it carried him away from the stones - slamming him into the side of the escarpment. he had no time to react, and his head banged against the rock face. freminet's ears rang, a high-pitched sound roaring into his skull, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“freminet!” you scream, your voice shrill with terror. you automatically jump into the water, legs staggering in the sand, moving with haste.

you climbed onto the stones with a grunt, and frantically observed the area until his unconscious frame came into your focus. your heart felt like it had dropped all the way down to your feet. your eyes welled up with tears, and that's when you broke out in an uncontrollable sob.

“f-freminet..!” you wail, your voice shaking.

you lunge forward, and lock your arms around him, trying to haul the boy out of the sea as quickly as possible. warm, fresh blood was streaming out of a deep gash on the side of his head, flowing down to his shoulder and coating your hand. you stare at the wound in shock, and keep pulling him out until you reach the safety of the shore.

it was a couple of hours after freminet's incident, and he was now in a bed, all bandaged up, but yet to wake up. after you got him out of the water, you never ran so fast in your life, bolting up the hill to the car and getting your phone out, then frantically dialing the police and running back down as the phone rang. he was then taken away by the ambulance, which you quickly followed behind, and now you were here in the hospital room with him, refusing to leave his side.

the doctor had informed you that his condition would improve, as the hit wasn't fatal.

she stated that it was a mild traumatic brain injury - or more commonly known as a concussion.

so, he had a nice chance of waking up in the next couple hours or so. when he does, they’ll have to do more examinations. but for now, it’s a waiting game.

the wave of relief that had flooded through you was too great to describe, but you felt so terribly guilty. if you hadn’t dropped your wallet, none of this would have happened. or… you should’ve stopped him, because you knew something was off.

you were hunched over, kneeling at the bedside, whilst nurses checked in on him periodically.

your head was down, and you were clutching on his hand, with a mind that was racing with prayers.

“please wake up freminet.. please.”

it seemed like forever, until…

“y-y/n..? is that you?” freminet slowly awoke, blinking the drowsiness away, and instinctively lifted his head before he winced with pain as his head throbbed. it felt as if something was pounding on his brain, over and over again…

“you’re awake!” you quietly gasp, perking up. “lay down, lay down…” you gently usher him, hating to see him struggle.

his eyes darted around the small room, trying to take in his surroundings.

“do you remember what happened?” you ask, with worry clouding your gaze.

he knew your name, which gave you some amount of solace.

“the last thing that i f-felt was a slamming sensation. and i let go of your wallet…” he fidgeted with his fingers, dejected. he opened his mouth again, but the only words he could utter were,

“i’m sorry.” his tone was as soft as could be, but he sounded so shameful.

“no, this is anything but your fault! i should’ve stopped you,” you jump to tell him, tears threatening to build up again. “nothing else matters right now. i could always replace my belongings, but i could never replace you.”

“in the end, i was the one who decided to go in..”

you choke back your feelings, trying not to add any more distress than what he was already feeling. you wanted to be calm, not only for your his sake, but your own.

freminet was quiet, and his face felt like it was on fire. how could he burden you like this?

the fact that the very place that he’s known by heart for the majority of his life, the ocean… was the culprit for hurting him. he thought that it would never happen, could never happen, since he knew the ins and outs of every situation.

and for that, freminet felt utterly crestfallen.

when he caught your gaze, he wanted to wail and hide far, far away.

“i’m sorry!” he said for the second time, voice breaking as he held back all of his emotion. he felt completely helpless right now, and that was the last thing he wanted to be.

“please stop that…” you realize that guilt wouldn’t do either of you any good, and so you let out a long sigh, taking both his hands in yours.

“neither of us knew what was going to happen. nobody could have predicted that a giant wave would come out of nowhere like that.” you attempt to comfort him, gently rubbing his knuckle with your thumb.

“i- i just…” freminet was still distant.

a knock could be heard.

“how are we doing in here?” a nurse came in, softly shutting the door behind her. her voice was comforting.

“we’re going to run some tests on you to gauge your condition, alright freminet?” she gave him a gentle smile.

after his memory exams were conducted, everything came out well. but he told both the nurse and doctor that his headache was only getting worse, and that he was feeling pretty weak. they assured him that it was completely normal given the trauma inflicted, and so he was given medication to help ease the symptoms.

“where you’re at right now, it would be okay for you to head home. but we highly recommend an overnight stay so you can leave in the morning. not only for your health aspect, but for convenience as well.” the woman was writing words down on her clipboard and checking boxes off.

“it is completely up to you, love. absolutely no rush.” you turn to him, squeezing his hands.

“i would love to be back home, believe me, but right now.. i don’t think i have the energy to stand.”

“alright.. no problem, we'll keep monitoring you then.” the kind nurse handed the clipboard to freminet for his signature, and reminded you both to take it easy before leaving the room. she also made sure to mention that she would be available with a simple press of the help button and would be checking in every hour or so. you thank her for everything she's done so far, and she nodded back, glad that it all turned out fine.

“are you.. going to stay in here with me?”

“of course i am.” you promise him. “i'm not going anywhere.”

“okay.” he tried to get into a more comfortable position to get some more rest, but he just couldn't.

“i want to go back to asleep…” freminet sighed. “i'm exhausted, but my eyes are refusing to close.”

“is your head still bothering you?”

“mhm.. i guess so.” he was turned the opposite direction from you now, just staring at the wall.

“ah, okay. should we ask for something that will help you fall sleep quicker?” you suggest.

no response.

“fremi?” you whisper.

just then, you could hear sniffling and small sobs coming from him, and you stayed completely still. you never heard him cry before. he was really good at regulating his emotions, and never cried in front of anyone. but freminet deserved to let it out, that's for sure. your eyebrows were knitted, a deep pang of melancholy engulfing your expression.

poor freminet..

“what a terrible way to conclude our date..” he murmured, it was difficult for him to face you like this, heck, it was hard enough having you witness everything unfold right then and there.

you didn't think that the image of him getting swept away and hitting the rock would ever leave your mind - the way your hair on the back of your neck stood up on end, how your reactions felt so overwhelmingly delayed.

those couple hours of uncertainty were the worst of all. speeding through traffic for him as your nails dug into the steering wheel, whilst every possibility in your head whirred..

how serious would it be? why did this have to happen? if only i was faster..

..what if the worst case scenario comes true?

“trust me, that is the last thing i'm worried about. you're awake, you're talking to me.. and you'll be able to get out of here tomorrow. i'm beyond grateful.” you stayed seated right behind his back, knowing that if you saw his tears streaming down, you wouldn’t be able to take it..

“y/n..” he bawled, covering his eyes with one shaky hand.

“it's okay, everything will be okay.” you soothe, though hearing him cry when he's the calmest person you know was breaking you.

“i.. oh, goodness, i-i’m just a mess right now...” he took a ragged breath in. “and the trouble i've caused you-”

“shh, my darling..” you caressed him, the same as he always did for you whenever you were at your lowest. your fingers danced along the shell of his ear, brushing through his short blonde locks, paying great attention as to not disturb the bandage wraps.

freminet began to calm down, and he slowly released his hand away from his face, relaxing upon feeling your touch.

“i don't know what i would be without you..” he confessed. “i’ve never, uhm,’ he didn't finish his sentence, but you nodded, which signified a mutual understanding.

“i've asked myself the same exact thing.”

you look down at him, and he turns to meet your gaze at last, his under eyes red and puffy. you were sure that your signs of crying from earlier were also visible.

“..are you feeling hungry? thirsty? there's plenty of water for you on the counter, but i can get you anything you want. anything,” you say to him, hoping that it would help to get his mind off the situation.

“anything?” he blinked.

“always.” a smile tugged on your cheeks.

“hmm..” freminet thought for a moment.

“i would like a hug. i think that's all i need at the moment.” there was the shine in his eyes that you came to know and love.

you pause for a moment, feeling warm inside. even though he must be in a good amount of pain, he just wanted a hug..!

“one hug, coming right up!” your heart fluttered.

freminet steadily got himself into a sitting position, nodding to let you know that he was alright. and that's when you promptly took a seat on his bed and slowly wrapped your arms around him, still making sure that you weren't hurting him any further.

you were finally feeling at peace. you’ve never been so scared before.

“i love you, oh god, i love you so much..” you took in his familiar scent, ever so thankful that he didn’t suffer a serious injury from the hit. you were reminded how unpredictable life can be, and that you could never take him for granted, not even for one second.

“i love you too. more than you could ever know.” he was quick to reply, closing his eyes as you held him.

a few moments pass you by before freminet’s soft voice spoke again, his grasp on you tightening. you could hear the serenade of his heartbeat as you two were now close enough for your chests to be touching.

“my interpretation for the tale i told you about..” he nuzzled into you, feeling safe and comforted. “it was that the two little birds found something in the drift of wind, and it was their love for one another. that was the missing piece that they needed to honor. the breeze had tested them.. tested them to stay strong.”

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