#mum thought she was having a heart attack this morning

[jtownraindancer]

okay ive officially had enough emergency room and urgent care visits to last the rest of the year

[m-jelly]

Chapter 8

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Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, mentions of pregnancy, protective Levi, Levi gets hurt mentions of blood, torture for a vampire (reader has silver put on her and is put in the sun)

This chapter: You and Levi have a romantic date together and you plan for the future. You and Levi discover that a little life is growing within you. Levi gets overly excited. You celebrate in the garden, but you are captured while Levi is hurt enough to weaken him. You suffer at the hands of Rosaline, but Damian saves you.

Part 9

Delicate kisses decorated Levi’s face and stirred him from his slumber. A loving smile spread on his lips as love filled his heart. Every day he got to wake up to your loving face and sweet kisses. He was living the dream. He felt so much passion and love in his heart for you. So, he grabbed you making you squeal. He slammed you against the bed and rolled his hips against yours.

You grinned at Levi showing off your cute fangs that Levi could never get over and how adorable they were. “Morning Levi.”

He pushed his fingers into your hair and massaged it. “You are so beautiful. Who are you?”

You giggled. “I’m your wife.”

“My wife? Impossible. You are a goddess. Getting a goddess like you to be mine is unheard of.”

You laughed. “I’m your wife!” You showed him your left hand. “See? Wedding ring.”

He growled and attacked your neck making you squeak. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and purred. “I’m the lucky one.”

“How about we say we’re both lucky, hmm?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “Oh, because the first two weeks of your turning are over, it is now safe for you to go outside. So, do you want to go out on a date?”

You squealed. “YES!”

He chuckled. “A date it is then.” He slipped off the bed. “I’ll dress you.”

You jumped out of bed and danced around Levi. “Yay! I’m so excited.”

He fitted you in your undergarments and added a beautiful dark green dress. “Like a princess.”

You twirled for him. “Thank you. I’ll do my hair.”

He hurried over to you. “Let me.” He sat you down and combed your beautiful hair. “I’ll put it up for you.”

You hummed in happiness as he played with your hair and put it up nicely for you. “Thank you, Levi.”

He kissed your cheek a few times. “You’re stunning.”

You turned on your seat. “What are you wearing today?”

He cupped your face and kissed you. “I am going to match you.” He went to the closet and changed into his dark green suit with a cravat. “How do I look?”

“I wanna strip you and make love to you.”

He chuckled. “Later.” He offered his hand. “Come.”

You giggled. “Thought that was later.”

He paused for a moment as he thought it over and then he blushed. “Tch, dirty wife.” He grabbed your hand and yanked you against him. “But you are right. Later.” He kissed you before leading you through the home to the front entrance where his mother and yours were chatting. “Good morning, ladies.”

Kuchel grinned. “Good morning lovebirds. How are you feeling?”

You smiled. “Great. How are you, mum? You were turned a week after me.”

Your mother smiled. “I feel good. I can’t go out just yet, but I’m all good. Your dad is incredibly excited. You know how much he’s been hurting with his joints, but now it’s all gone. He’s back to his young self again.” She blushed a little. “It’s lovely.”

You hummed a laugh. “That’s cute, mum.”

“Are you both off out?”

Levi hugged you close. “We are off on a date.” He kissed you. “Right?”

You nodded as you blushed lightly. “Yeah, it’s my first outing. I’m excited.”

Levi grabbed an umbrella for you and some dark glasses. “Here. You can go in the sun like me, but right now, you’re very sensitive to it. You’ll get what looks like a sunburn.” He popped the sunglasses on you. “Don’t want my little slice of cake getting hurt.”

You giggled. “I’ll follow your guidance.”

“Good girl.” He popped on his sunglasses and held your hand as he popped open your umbrella. “We’ll go by carriage into the main part of the city and then walk.”

You hugged his arm. “I’m happy with anything. I want to be with you.”

He helped you into the carriage. “Aren’t you cute?”

You sat on Levi’s lap once he entered the carriage. “You’re the comfiest seat.”

Levi pointed to his face. “This is the best seat.”

You giggled. “I’m not sitting on your face.”

He pouted. “Why not?”

“I’m heavy.”

He hugged you tightly. “You’re not. You’re perfect. Besides, I’m a strong man.”

You felt your heart skip a beat when he winked at you. You looked away and whined. “No, no, it’s date day.”

He chuckled. “Does my little cutie want to have lots of loving sex with her hubby?”

You pouted. “Yes, but I want this date.”

He kissed you and hummed. “I’ll be a good boy and not tease you.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. “Good boy.”

He chuckled. “I am very good, thank you.”

You lifted a hand of his and played with it. “Levi?”

He watched you affectionately. “Mm?”

You gazed at your husband. “You know how before I was turned, I was experimenting with vampire food for you?”

“Yes.”

You pulled at your dress as you felt nervous. “Well, I would like to set up a business.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “I want to make food for vampires.”

He smiled sweetly. “I know just the person you can work with on that, but I will warn you she is fucking nuts.”

You giggled. “I look forward to meeting her.” You released a long sigh as you thought over your idea. “I only have a small issue with all this.”

“Talk to me.”

You frowned in thought. “It’s blood. I can’t keep using blood. We have to get it from animals and humans. Surely there is a way we can make fake blood that can give us vampires what we need.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “Well, that was something I was going to invest in. Erwin and I are looking into it but the issue is not many people know about vampires because of the Queen’s law. It would help us if smart humans could help us develop the fake blood.” He hummed in thought. “Everything would be so much better if the patriarchy was dissolved and it was a political system in place.”

“True, but I bet people will find faults with that too.”

Levi laughed. “You’re right.”

You released a long sigh. “People are annoying.”

“They can be.” He kissed your forehead a few times. “Ah, we’re here. Do you want to go shopping and get a few things to help you cook and bake?”

You jumped off his lap. “Yes!”

“Darling! Your umbrella!”

You stumbled outside and felt the afternoon sun on your skin. You winced a little and felt like you had a sunburn. “Ow.”

Levi put up the umbrella and held it above you. “You’re not ready for the sun yet.”

You gazed at him. “Sorry, I just got excited.”

He kissed your cheek and softly smiled. “That’s okay.” He eyed the burns healing. “You’re all better now.”

You gasped. “I healed that fast? This is cool.”

He chuckled and walked with you around the shops. He held the basket and let you up anything and everything in it. He felt his heart flutter as he watched you get excited over shopping for a few things. He was so madly in love with you that it was hard for him to contain himself sometimes. He walked right up to you as you talked about possibly making a pie. He wrapped an arm around you and tugged you against him.

You blushed. “Levi?”

He smiled at you. “I love you.” He kissed you and hummed happily against your lips. “So much.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too.”

He released you and blushed when he noticed people were staring. “Tch, shit.”

You hummed a laugh. “They’re just jealous of us. Ignore them, okay?”

He let out a long sigh. “Okay.” He smiled at you. “Shall we keep going?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

You pouted a little as you stared at your finished product. You looked over to your new friend Hange. “I don’t think it’s good enough.”

Hange hummed. “I think it’s great.”

You shook your head. “If it’s not good enough for Levi it is a fail.”

Levi leaned around you and grabbed a slice of pie. “I’ll be the judge.” He picked it up and ate it. “Mm, delicious.”

“But Levi.”

“But nothing, unless it is your butt.”

You giggled. “You’re cute.” You winced and rubbed your belly. “Ow.”

Levi pulled you close to him. “Are you okay?”

You nodded and hummed. “Yeah, I just.” You almost dropped to the floor. “Ah!”

“Love?”

Hange stared at you. “Wait…wait, wait, wait! This can’t be. So soon?”

Levi frowned as he held you. “Soon? What do you mean?”

“Levi, she’s pregnant.”

Levi looked down at you. “Baby?”

You smiled at him. “Really? But it hurts a bit.”

Hange offered you a drink of blood. “This is normal, you just have to make sure you are drinking plenty of blood. It’s the first stages that there are some little bits of pain.”

“I can handle that. It’s like cramps, but light ones.”

Hange smiled. “That’s right, humans have them.” She squeezed your hand. “You’ll have a few more days of this and then it’ll pass.”

You blushed a little. “I thought it was difficult for vampires to get pregnant.”

“It is, but something must be special about you or Levi.”

Levi was shaking a little. “Baby.”

You stared at your husband. “Oh…oh dear.”

Hange frowned. “What?”

“He’s going to lose control.”

“Lose control?”

You giggled. “You’re about to see a hyper Levi.”

Levi scooped you up and threw you up and down in the air. “BABY!” He spun around with you and cheered. “BABY!”

You laughed. “Levi.”

He slow danced with you. “This is incredible. I didn’t think we’d have one so soon. It normally takes fifty years or longer!”

You nibbled your lips. “It’s not too soon, is it?”

He shook his head. “It’s perfect. We have eternity together, my love. We’ll raise our sweet baby into a strong independent adult and have many years of love and then have another.”

“Levi, the likelihood of us having two is tiny.”

He bent you backwards and kissed you. “Mm. We will have many.”

You giggled. “I love your optimism, my love.”

He lifted you. “You should rest as much as possible.”

“I will, but I must keep cooking and testing things.” You cupped Levi’s face. “You can stay with me the whole time.”

He whimpered and put you down. “Okay, but I’m worried about you.”

You walked over to your cooking area. “I’ll be okay, my love. As long as I get plenty of blood in me.”

“Don’t ever leave my side, okay?”

“I swear.” You fanned yourself a little. “I think I need some fresh air, I feel a bit off.”

Levi took your apron off and guided you outside. “Fresh air and walking under the moonlight is good for you.”

You skipped to the garden before spinning around in a field of flowers. “It’s so lovely out here.”

Levi walked closer to you. “You’re more lovely.”

You backed up from him. “Want to play?”

He grinned. “You asking to play?”

You squealed and ran from him. “Yes!”

He laughed and ran after you. “You can’t run from me!”

You looked back at Levi and laughed. “Come on Levi! You’re letting a new vampire who is pregnant beat you!”

Levi smirked. “I’m going slow to make you think you’re fast! Watch this.”

You squeaked when he appeared right in front of you. “So fast!”

He purred at you. “I am.” He flinched a little after a dull thud came from him. “What the fuck?”

“Levi?” You leaned and looked at his back to see something sticking out. “LEVI! You have an arrow in your back!”

He gritted his teeth and turned only to be struck with two more arrows. “Fuck.”

You screamed when Levi fell back to the floor. “LEVI!”

He gasped. “Silver, lots of it.” He grunted and shifted on the floor. “Get inside and get Hange and Erwin, now!”

You welled up. “I’m not leaving you!” You looped your arms under his pits and dragged him. “I’ll never leave you.”

“Darling, go! You’re a young vampire!” He grunted. “Please, run.”

“Not without you.” You screamed when you were grabbed. “Let me go!”

Levi rolled onto his side. “Give…her…back!”

You reached for Levi. “Levi!”

He grabbed an arrow and ripped it out of him. “I’ll come for you! I promise! I know who has taken you!”

You struggled against the person who had a firm grip on you, but it was no use. You screamed and hit them as much as possible, but they were a stronger vampire than you. You gasped when you were thrown into a cage on the back of a carriage. “Let me go!” You grabbed the bar and hissed. You released the bars and looked at your hands to see it looked like a light sunburn. “Silver?”

If you were a few years older as a vampire, then this wouldn’t have hurt as much. It frustrated you that you couldn’t fight back like Levi could. You hated it so much. You wanted to fight back, but you couldn’t at all. So, you sat in your cell and watched your sweet home with Levi slowly disappear. The carriage went to the outskirts of the city and a huge mansion came into view. It was very clear who had organised this, but it was confusing why Rosaline would order Levi to get hurt.

You looked up to see Lord Lucius. “Rosaline’s lapdog, huh?”

Lucius gazed at you. “She promised me and Damian that she wouldn’t kill you.”

“Then what the hell is she doing with me?”

He released a long sigh and opened the cell. “Just come with me.”

You struggled against him when he grabbed your upper arm. “Get off me! Get Damian. I want to speak to Damian!”

Rosaline lifted her dress and descended the stairs at the front of her home. “The whore has finally arrived.”

You snarled at her. “Fuck. You.”

She paused a moment and took you in. “He turned you…” She screamed and shouted orders in an old language. “I want it done now!”

You went to speak but a silver bar was yanked across your mouth as a gag and tied behind your head. You cried in pain as your skin began to burn. The cute dress you wore with pride was yanked off your body. A dress with silver chains was yanked onto your form before your arms were tied behind your back with silver bindings. You whimpered and cried as your skin stung.

“Take her to her new room.” She laughed at you. “You’ll love it.”

You shook in the hands of her guards. You could barely walk, so they ended up dragging you to the basement of the mansion. You stared a little confused at the door before you. The guards unlocked the door and threw you inside before quickly locking it behind you. You whined and cried on the floor a bit. You shifted and looked up to see the ceiling was just a metal grate allowing you to see the moon.

Rosaline opened a little window to speak to you. “This is a wonderful room. See all that on the floor? Ashes from past weak vampires. Unfortunately, you won’t die from this but it’ll hurt you so badly. Your body is trying to heal the silver burns, but when the sun comes up it’ll be even worse. You should have some lasting scars and Levi won’t want a disgusting scar-covered whore.”

You screamed at her, but the gag in your mouth. You glared at her and wanted so badly to rip her head off, but you had no power.

She tilted her head. “I wish I could kill you, but I made a promise to my brother and my sex toy Lucius. Plus, Levi would hate me if I killed you.” She hummed a laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You wiggled on the ground when she slammed the little door closed. You welled up and felt your tears roll down your cheeks. You huffed a moment and lay there as you considered your situation. You knew you had to get out of your bindings or at least sit up and get comfy. Having your hands behind your back was hell for you.

With a little skilled movement, you slipped your tied wrists around your bump. You pulled your legs up and against your chest, then carefully moved your arms until they were in front of you. You released a long sigh as you felt as close to comfortable as you could get. You pushed yourself up onto your bum and sat with your back against the wall.

You reached up to the gag and tried to pull it down, but it was tightly in your mouth. No matter how hard you tried to reach behind your head to undo the ties for the gag, you couldn’t reach. You looked at your arms and wrists to see that your skin looked lightly burned. You rubbed your tears away as you felt overwhelming emotions. All you could think about was Levi with arrows in him and your growing baby.

Even though you were in pain, you were exhausted and needed rest. You closed your eyes and tried to drift off. Your sleep was only light because of the pain in your body. You managed to get a bit of a deep sleep, but the pain started to increase. You opened your eyes to see the sun slowly filling the chamber. You tucked yourself up against the wall and hoped that someone would come get you before the sun filled the room.

You stared at the door as soon as it opened. A guard stormed in and smirked at you. You panicked a bit and tried to get away from him, but he kept moving closer.

The guard grabbed your upper arm. “The Queen has asked me to do this and I’m happy to.” He shoved you down stomach first onto the floor causing your back and right arm to be in the sun. “Burn bitch.”

You looked directly down to avoid your face from burning. You held back your screams of pain. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You just let the tears run down your cheeks.

“The fuck are you doing!?” Damian stormed over to the guard. “Release her. NOW.” He yanked the guard off you. “Shit.” He scooped you up into his arms and ran with you through the mansion and to his bedroom. He lay you on his bed. “Forgive me, but I need to take off this dress.” He undid the ties on your wrists and threw them across the room. He whipped the dress off leaving you in a thin nightdress. He carefully took off the gag and sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

You sobbed a little. “Damian.”

He wiped your tears away. “I’m so very sorry.” He looked at you with deep pain. “Fuck, I truly am sorry.”

You panted a little. “Damian, I’m pregnant.”

His eyes widened. “You…fuck! You need blood, now! I’ll be right back.”

You curled up on his massive bed and started crying. “Okay.”

Damian used his vampire speed to go to the blood supply room. He grabbed as many bottles as he could carry and returned to you. He locked his bedroom door and came to your side. “Drink, please.”

You weakly sat up and began chugging the blood. “Thank you.”

He handed you another bottle. “You need to drink all of these.”

“Damian.”

He felt his heart drop as he gazed at you. “I’m here.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Well, I had to. You’re innocent in all this.”

You drank bottle after bottle of blood before studying your burns. “They’re better, but my arm…”

Damian inspected your back. “The one on your back…shit…I’m sorry. It seems that you might have lasting scars.”

You smiled a little. “It’s okay. Levi loves me no matter what.”

“Congratulations on the marriage, turning and baby.”

“Thank you.”

He hummed a laugh. “A baby so soon. That’s almost unheard of but wonderful. How did you know? The pains?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He cleaned your face. “You’re going to be a wonderful mother.”

“Damian?”

“Yes?”

You welled up. “I want to go home.”

He rubbed your cheek. “I’ll get you home, but right now you’re too weak.” He took the empty bottles away. “Get into bed and rest. I’ll watch over you.”

You sniffed and got into his big bed. “You’re right.” You lay on your side and felt exhausted. “Will you get a message to Levi?”

“I’ll let him know I have you.”

“Will Rosaline hurt you?”

He shook his head. “I made her promise you to me. So, me having you is okay.”

You gripped the cover. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t. Now, rest.”

You tried to fight your exhaustion. “Okay. Thank you.”

Damian smiled sadly. “I didn’t do much, but you’re welcome. I’ll get you home safely. I promise.”

[newtonsheffield]

Hi Molly, I know you've given us a LOT this weekend already, and honestly you deserve a break. but if you are planning on doing a spicy sunday, can we see our taylor swift loving elder siblings' first date and then some?

Oh Lordy.

Here we go

Kate genuinely hadn’t thought he would call. She really hadn’t. They’d filed out of the stadium, Anthony’s sister on his hip, falling asleep on his shoulder and he’d smiled at her.

“I um- I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

He’d ducked his head, and his smile had been so adorable, “We’ll get something to drink or maybe… if you eat dinner?”

“I eat dinner sometimes, yeah.” She’d shrugged, trying not to let her stomach swoop.

“Cool, right. I better get these ones home.”

“It was nice to meet you, Anthony.”

She’d woken this morning with her throat a little scratchy to the sound of her phone ringing. She picked it up, not really paying attention

“Kate, we need to talk!”

“Dad?” She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Is everything okay? It’s really early.”

“I don’t know!” He squawked, “Are you okay?!”

“Um… I’m fine, the concert was really cool.”

“Did your fiancé enjoy it?”

Kate’s stomach dropped, “Fucking Edwina.”

“How could you not tell me you were seeing someone this seriously?!”

“Dad, I dropped my bracelet. He didn’t propose to me.” Kate rolled her eyes, scratching Newton behind the ears as she stood from the bed.

“Then why did you kiss hi?!”

Kate froze, “I didn’t realise the video you saw went that far.”

“Kate!”

She rolled her eyes, “Dad, it was literally just a kiss. We got carried away. I’m never going to see that guy again.”

“Well I-”

“Katie.” Mary’s voice sighed, cutting off her dad. “I’ll manage Dad’s panic attack, I’m glad you had fun, sweetheart.”

A beep sounded in Kate’s ear and she sighed, “Mumma some else is trying to call me, tell Dad I’ll see him tomorrow.”

Kate sighed, frowning a little at the unknown number before she picked it up. “Hey, this is Kate.”

“Kate, Hi.”

She recognised the voice from last night, soft and warm like his hands gently cupping her cheeks had been. “Oh.”

“It’s um… it’s Anthony.” He cleared his throat, “ We um… we sat next to one another at Wembley last night?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” Kate chuckled, unable to resist the urge to tease him.

“Oh, um… you and I… we kissed?”

“Eh, you might have to be more specific again.”

“Oh! Well, I’ve got dark hair. And-”

“Anthony I’m fucking with you.” Kate sighed, her heart fluttering in her chest, “I remember the kiss. You are a very tender kisser.”

“I’m tender when I do a lot of things.” Anthony breathed, his voice deepening, “I want to take you out tonight.”

“I actually… don’t know if I’m going to eat dinner tonight.”

“That’s okay.” Anthony clicked his tongue, “I’m opening to eating a lot of things besides food if you’re willing.”

The wind had been knocked out of her lungs, “Jesus fucking- Where do you want to meet?”

She should have felt more nervous. She had in the cab on the way to the restaurant. And she had when she’d waited nervously outside until Anthony’s head had popped out of the restaurant.

“Sorry! I already grabbed our table, I’m a bit of an early bird.”

He smelled lightly of cologne when he kissed her cheek and her cheeks burned as he showed her through the restaurant, his eyes dancing at her.

“You are really beautiful. I don’t think I said that last night I just… you caught me by surprise is all.”

Kate nodded as she sat down across from him and awkwardness swelled between the for a moment before she sighed, “Sorry, this is really awkward.”

“Eh, doesn’t have to be. We’ll order drinks first and if you hate to you can go.”

They’d ordered drinks and fallen into conversation oddly naturally until his phone rang and his face fell as he excused himself, hissing into the phone.

“Well I’ll never get the chance to marry her if you don’t hang up the phone mum!”

Ridiculous laughter bubbled in her chest as he hung up, his cheeks flushed and when the waiter came over she took a menu and watched Anthonys boulders relax.

Anthony walked her to the front of her building when the waiter had nudged them out ours later and his jacket was draped over her shoulders something awkward between them.

“I um… I don’t want you to think I… expect anything from this.” He cleared his throat. “I… just… I had a good time and I like you and-”

“Technically half the internet thinks we’re getting married.”

“True.” Anthony clicked his tongue. “That being said… Maybe we should…”

“Wait to sleep together?”

His body moved closer to hers and she felt her hand twist in the front of his shirt even as he nodded, “Yeah we should… we should wait.”

“So we’re waiting.” Kate had felt breathless as she tugged him inside the building, “You’re just coming up to get out of the cold.”

“Yeah, I’m freezing.” Anthony groaned as the lift opened behind them and he stumbled forward.

Their lips were only millimetres apart and Kate could feel the rise and fall of his laboured breathing and the warmth of his body and a moan rumbled in her throat. She reached forward pressing the emergency stop and Anthony’s lips crashed against hers.

It was different than it had been last night, when they’d been carried away and their lips found one another while the crowd cheered. This was quieter, and Edwina’s hand was patting her on the shoulder but Anthony’s kiss was nowhere near as tender. His hands were tight on her waist and the wall of his chest was firm as he pressed forward until she was stuck between him and the lift. His tongue swept roughly over hers, stoking the fire that was slowly burning between them and she felt her legs fall open. Anthony’s hands tightened and he lifted her onto the railing, the palm of his hand warm over her calf as it slid up her leg and a satisfied purr rumbled through his chest.

His hair fell into his eyes and it made him somehow even more handsome as she pulled him closer.

“We’re not going to have sex.”

Kate shook her head but her hips arched against his as he nipped at her neck. “We’re not having sex.”

Anthony nodded and his hand slipped further up the leg hooked around his hip, drawing him closer again and Kate could feel her fingertips on the edge of her underwear as heat licked at her stomach, pushing her forward.

“But on the other hand.” Anthony’s teeth bit into her neck, “What kind of internet husband would I be if I didn’t make you feel… something for me?”

Kate could stop the whine that fell from her chest, and her voice was breathless “Not a very good one.”

“Well, I want to be a very good boy.”

His eyes were asking her, begging her and Kate nodded as her hips rocked forward against his fingers.

“oh, fuck Kate, I can feel how much you want me.”

They hadn’t even slipped into her underwear yet and already her eyes were rolling back in her head and her leg drew him in impossibly closer. They were breathing the same air now. Every breath that left her was drawn into his lungs and passed back and the tension in the elevator was thick as Anthony’s hand moved slowly against her. His lips were still on her neck, sucking gently and he whispered filthy nothing in her ear as they moved slowly together.

Her entire body was on fire, it felt like as her hand cupped his neck and drew their lips back together in a filthy kiss and her mind couldn’t quite keep up. The sweet man who’d taken his sister to a concert had her grinding against his fingers in the lift of her building.

“Oh Good girl.”

His fingers slipped under the fabric, pushing inside her and a whine fell from her lips as he circled her gently. Anthony caught her hand from his neck and his eyes locked with hers as her hips bucked against the feel of his hand. he held her hand against his lips and sucked her thumb into his mouth his eyes darkening and Kate’s eyes rolled back in her head.

His fingers started moving faster and she could feel him against her thigh, his hips searching for friction as he ground against her. Anthony’s hand fisted in her hair to prevent her head banging against the wall as he started moving faster and faster pushing her closer to the edge as heat coiled tightly in her stomach. She was so close she could almost taste it. She could taste Anthony on her tongue and smell his cologne and his voice in her ear made her spine shiver against him.

“Come. Kate.”

She fell over the edge with a sharp shout and her vision blurred as her body shook against him, her legs holding him in place.

Her legs could barely support her, When Anthony set her down, kissing her quickly before he drew his fingers into his mouth sucking loudly. He winked at her as he let turned off the emergency brake and stepped out into the lobby as the door opened.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Kate.”

And Kate was left staring after him “What the fuck?!”

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PART 6 Craving the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, sexual things

Summary: after being rescued from a police raid feral alpha Dean Winchester his placed in the rehab process where he’s a struggled case till you come along. Having his feral ness cloud over his emotions and stop him feeling it’s hard to get through till him till dreams enter his mind and yours connecting you both and doctor/patient becomes more and harder.

Last part <-

The days at home went slow, you were exhausted, plagued by dreams you didn’t know the meaning of. By Sunday you were a walking zombie, you felt exhausted, waking up from those bliss nightmares in a sweat and not wanting to sleep again. The added people you didn’t know A Sam? His Mate? Who were they relatives of Dean? Before heading to his room you stopped by your office scanning over his relations file, he did have a brother Sam Winchester. How did you know his name before hand though? Sam was a famous man, well known for his politics and lawyer skills. You wondered if Sam knew about Dean yet?

You headed into his room saying a brief good morning before stopping in your tracks. Dean was sitting at the table head in hands, clothing actually on his body.

“Dean?” You asked and he jolted looking to you, he looked relieved as he sighed. You frowned a bit by his sudden behaviour and slowly sat down in the chair in front of him. He had his breakfast on the table, barely touched besides the orange juice and small empty medicine container.

“How are you?” You asked placing down your tablet.

“Better” he said and you nodded, it seemed odd for a man how went into a feral rage just days ago at the table and talking.

“I didn’t know if they’d let you back in” he said and you frowned.

“Back in?” You asked confused.

“After what I did to you” he gulped avoiding your eyes.

“Dean you didn’t do anything to me” you said, did he mean about the attack? He didn’t attack you.

“You didn’t attack me” you added.

“No but I touched you without permission” he said purposely keeping his head down and neck bared. You stared at the collar almost reaching out to touch it.

“Dean i touched you first I brought you to me, you didn’t do anything wrong” you said.

“Besides almost killing a guard” he muttered.

“Well, yes but- that’s why we have guards, to prevent attacks in doctors and workers” you sighed.

“Do you have the dreams?” He suddenly said before you could speak.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“Dreams” he added.

“I have dreams yes most people do” you played off dumb, another incident and you definitely wouldn’t be able to see him again.

“No” he sighed frustrated.

“Dean please don’t get frustrated” you said.

“We’re here to talk about you, I know I talk about myself a lot when you don’t talk, but that was to make you comfortable, to know I’m just another person like you” you stated.

“Dean, do you know your brother? Sam Winchester?” You asked and he looked to you.

“Sammy?” He muttered.

“He’s alive? He’s ok?” He said rushed.

“Yeah Sam’s ok, Sams a well known lawyer” you said and Dean smiled. It was the first time seeing his happier emotions he had tears in his eyes as he laughed.

“That’s my boy” he whispered. You felt your heart flutter and stomach tighten.

“You got him to the orphanage before someone got you” you said and he nodded face loosing his smile.

“I’m the big brother” he said and you nodded.

“I make sure he’s safe, I made sure he had a normal life not what-“ he stalled gulping.

“Not what my mum did” he whispered.

“What happened Dean?” You asked and he looked to you. You thought you pushed it too far as his eyes glazed but he looked to his plate and spoke.

“My dad had gotten us into a big debt, mum knew some people, dark business people, they were looking for newly presented alphas to train, so she sold me and Sam to pay the debts, the house the cars, when I heard about it I got Sammy out, I snuck him out I fought my father, knocked him out and left my screaming mother. I thought I’d avoided it but then they found me on the road I was taken. I was a fighter at first I never did what they said, got me a lot of bearings and scars, as I got older I stopped fighting, I went into this numbness and glazed over” he spoke and you listened intently.

“Your feral state” you whispered and he nodded.

“The doctors couldn’t explain it, I was tested on, before I was deemed incurable and unwanted in the industry. Then the fighting pits came, they injected me with something made me rage on whoever was in the pit with me, the more I fought the more I won the more my feral state became violent. I was hoped between many masters, owners, used for different things till they didn’t want me or liked me. Didn’t like how I took everything they threw at me, didn’t like how I would glaze over” you glanced to his leg seeing it bouncing quickly. He fiddled with his hands and you wanted to comfort him.

“Thirty years went by” he said and your heart dropped.

“Thirty?” You muttered and he nodded.

“I was fifteen when they found me” he muttered. His files didn’t cover much, only relations, age, birthdate old stuff before he was abducted. They couldn’t get anything from the system files in the establishment, it had been wiped clean.

“I was old too old to be wanted, that shelter you found me at was my death pit” your heart tightened and you struggled with your emotions.

“They leave the unwanted to starve before tossing them out unnoticed” he shrugged. Your hand shook with your tablet pen, you were trying to take notes but you felt horrible, sick to the stomach, head spinning. Your mate had been there for thirty years in that hell hole then left to die like unwanted meat?

“Doc?” Dean asked and you nodded.

“I um-“ you struggled with breathing, you were having a panic attack. You glanced to the camera in worry, no doctor was supposed to have this reaction no matter how bad the story was, but Dean-

“Doctor?” The guard came in and called but your ears were ringing.

“Move” you heard Rowena. Dean was up trying to get to you but he was shocked down from his collar as Rowena helped you up and out. You looked back seeing Dean staring at you worried as he yelled at the guards.

You were sat down on Rowena’s office couch, she laid a blanket on you and calmed you down gently.

Once you had calmed down your brain was numb, you felt exhausted by what had happened.

“You back?” Rowena asked handing you some water which you took.

“I’m sorry” you muttered and she tsked.

“Darling don’t be sorry” she sighed.

“Dean he-“ you shuddered.

“I heard” she said and you nodded.

“Dear you can’t continue on this case” she said and you nodded again sadly.

“This bond you have with the man won’t help him get anywhere” she said and you nodded feeling tears in your eyes.

“I can’t just abandon my mate” you whispered.

“I just found him” you cried softly.

“I know, he’s not ready yet though” Rowena said and you nodded.

“I know, I know” you said wiping your eyes.

“Go home, come back tomorrow and tell him ok?” She said softly and you nodded.

“He’ll understand” she nodded.

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[startanewdream]

Hey, I was rereading eyes glistening fics (again) and taught if i could ask you for a lily-harry moment. Especially after Harry sees Ginny with Dean and realizes his feelings for Ginny.

"rereading" always makes me so happy! I'm so glad you enjoyed these fics!

Now, I can't exactly fit a Lily&Harry moment there for plot-canonish-reasons (and Lily and Harry discuss his feelings for Ginny at other points), but here's something that could have happen if we can just pretend Lily is a professor at Hogwarts during HBP.

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Right. Left. Down the hall until another left.

A distant corner of his mind knows the path to the Common Room, something for which Harry will be grateful later; there aren’t any coherent thoughts in his mind at this moment—what if he punches Dean—no, forget Dean, what if he is the one kissing him Ginny instead—what if instead of Ron finding Ginny and Dean, he would find Ginny and Harry locked together, lips crashing in a glorious kiss—no, he doesn’t want to consider Ron in that hall at all, let the tapestry shut down so there is only him and Ginny—

“Harry!”

He jumps, heart racing for another reason now; his hand is almost grabbing his wand—for defence or attack, Harry isn’t sure—when he realises it wasn’t Ron that yelled his name.

Professor Potter joins them, which is only slightly better. “You two are nearly breaking curfew—” She pauses. Ron is walking past her without any glance, his mind clearly away, turning to the stairs that leads to the Common Room. “Is everything okay?” She asks, concerned now.

Harry nods quietly, though he never felt before things were less okay; his mum doesn’t seem impressed.

“Are you sure? Are you two fighting?”

That unlocks Harry’s tongue, panic filling him. 

 “Why? Does it look like Ron is mad at me?”

Ron can’t know, can he? He doesn’t read minds, he couldn’t have glanced at Harry’s face and known which thoughts were harbouring inside his mind, very colourful images of Ginny— 

His mother’s eyes wide, alarmed. “No, he looks mad with the world. Harry—are you two in trouble?”

Warm brown eyes flash in his mind; the shape of a smirk on Ginny’s lips; her hair whipping the air as she turns around. “No.”

She doesn’t look convinced; Harry wishes he had learned to lie better.

“We just—” Just give her the truth, he orders himself. The plain truth without any of the realisations that came with it. He tries to look unbothered. “We were coming back from practice and—we tumbled upon Ginny a-and Dean and they—you know.”

She sighs. “I bet Ron didn’t—oh.” Her gaze is fixated upon his face; Harry is sure none of his feelings are showing up there, but she is watching him with eyes that are too maternal and not at all Professor Lily Potter. “I see.”

“There is nothing to see,” he mumbles, but then his mother is already dropping any pretence of professionalism.

“Do you want to come to my quarters?” Lily offers kindly. “We can share some biscuits, perhaps a tea and we can talk—”

“Professor—I’m not discussing feelings with you.”

“I thought you said there was nothing to see?”

“I—” She just blinks calmly, and then a lost part of his mind has a sudden realisation. “You are not surprised.”

“What?”

“You—Ginny—you already knew how I feel.” That cannot be right. Until fifteen minutes ago, Harry was sure that all his feelings for Ginny were very brotherly, he had not considered anything, except—his mind had been exceptionally quick to draw all those scenarios with her, almost as if they were already drafted in a dream that he didn’t remember having, only that he woke up the next morning in an excellent humour…

His mum would look apologetic if her eyes weren’t betraying her amusement. “Harry…”

“No.”

“Yes. For quite a while now.”

“Then—” He thinks about all the time he and Ginny spent together over the summer; his face flushes with the deep implications of how stupid he must have looked, but then he reaches for a way out. “It couldn’t be that obvious, or else… I am alive.”

If any of these thoughts living rent free on his mind had been so clear, Ron would have skinned him alive; that kiss they had just witnessed between Ginny and Dean was looking more and more tamer each time Harry rebuilt that scenario in his mind.

His mum looks confused. “Why wouldn’t you be? It’s not a disease, it won’t kill you.”

“If it were a disease, you would have a potion for it.”

Her lips break in a smirk. “If there was a potion—would you take it?”

The right answer, Harry is sure, is yes. No more conflict. Then he wouldn’t betray anyone, then there would be no reason for him and Ginny to snuck behind a tapestry, hands linked, sharing a giggle over their smartness; he wouldn’t get closer, place strands of her hair behind her shoulder, and she definitely wouldn’t tilt her head, wouldn’t kiss him…

“I guess not,” his mother says, once again reading him easily. She pats his shoulder. “Go to bed, Harry. Things will look brighter in the morning.”

Harry doubts it. In the morning he will still have feelings for his best friend’s sister, who is currently dating someone else. No, he needs to move on, or else just bury deep his feelings for Ginny — could he do it? Just turn off that I-fancy-her button that had been quietly beeping in the back of his mind until its alarm rang gloriously that night, absolutely refusing to crawl back to the depths of his ignorance?

He can’t, and this just puts him in the worst dilemma ever.

And also, how old is too old to cry on your mother’s shoulder?

“Mum,” he begins, one of those few times where he calls her like that at school. “That offer of biscuits and tea is still up?”

She hugs him, and Harry decides he will never be too old for it. “Of course.”

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CH. 1

Mid January, 2005

You made your way to the lunch line to get your food, and you heard the whispers as you walked by, all eyes on you. “I thought she was supposed to be at some boarding school in France.” “I didn’t even know they were in Forks. The news said they were in Canada.” “How have they gone this long without being spotted?” It was all variations of the same thing you’ve heard throughout the day, but you shook it off. 

You pretended not to hear them as you paid for your lunch, but finding a place to sit would be difficult, you didn’t know anyone apart from a junior named Bella who you met in the office this morning. You wanted to sit with her as she was also a new student, but it looked like she found a group of friends already; would she even want to hang around a freshman? The only spot was a table near a trash can that had crisps crumbs and spilled juice. Not an ideal place, but you were out of options. Just as you were about to sit down, someone called your name.

“Hey, Y/N! Come sit with us!” The person who called you over was a girl named Melina. You have three classes with her: Art, Algebra, and World History. Next to her were a girl named Chandler, also in your art class, and another girl, Alexa who was in your English class. You were grateful not having to sit by yourself on your first day of school, and the girls seemed nice. 

“So, the royals are in Forks now, huh?” asked Chandler. You took a bite of your turkey sandwich as you tried to come up with an answer; you weren’t sure how much you were supposed to say. After all, you hardly know these girls, what if they went to the nearest tabloid? “I guess you can say that.” It turns out that Chandler’s mom Cora ran the diner you and your mother had lunch at yesterday, and that they went to school together. Best friends, your mum had said.

You liked these girls; you liked a lot of the same movies, books, and tv shows. They didn’t seem to care about royal gossip or what really led you to Forks. Melina, Chandler, and Alexa were different from the girls at your private school in London; those girls were the daughters, granddaughters, and great-granddaughters of prime ministers, diplomats, media moguls and billionaires. The right kind of friends a young princess should have. These girls would give your great-grandmother and your grandfather a heart attack.

They gave you a run down of the school, the best teachers and the ones to avoid; the best water fountains and the best restrooms. “The water fountain in the art block next to the band room. I personally think it comes from God's faucet. But that’s just me,” Alexa said with a shrug of her shoulders and taking a few sips from her bottle of apple juice. All too soon, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. “Hey Y/N, what’s your next class?” asked Chandler.

You shuffled through your papers, trying to find the schedule. “Uhh… PE. With Coach Clapp. And then French.” “Oh! I have PE too! We can walk together!” You and Chandler parted ways with the other two girls. “Are you liking America so far?” 

“A lot better than England. Everyone here is more…relaxed. Not as uptight.” As part of the Royal Family, and living in England in general, there was always a list of rules and expectations to follow. What to wear, how to act, who to be friends with. Your school had a strict uniform dresscode. You’d go to school to follow one set of rules and then go home to follow another set of rules when all you’d want to do is let loose. 

“You make it look so easy. All the pictures of you I see are of you looking calm and collected.” Even though you’re sixth in line to the throne, your popularity is on par with your cousins, maybe even a little more. With you being the first biracial member of the family, and your parents’ the first interracial marriage in royal history, the British media had set your family with the task of modernizing the royal family; any item of clothing you wore sold out immediately, and they called it The Y/N Effect. To you, it felt like too much pressure.

You were quiet for a minute and Chandler picked up on that. “Was it hard then?” Her voice was soft, gentle, and just from that, your throat felt tight, tears were stinging the back of your eyes; you nodded. God, you just wanted to pour your heart out to this girl who you’ve only known for less than an hour. You wanted to spill the real reason why you and your parents were the subject of the most vicious headlines circulating the internet, but you couldn’t. 

At least, not yet. When you got to PE, Coach Clapp gave you a uniform, signed your slip of paper and told you to change with the rest of the girls. When you walked in the girls’ locker room, all the talking and giggling stopped, and it made you a little uncomfortable to change in front of them (not that you were self conscious about your body but because of how quiet they were), so you picked a small stall and changed quickly, meeting Chandler by the bleachers. Class today wasn’t too difficult; after a few minutes of warm-ups involving stretches, jumping jacks, he just told the class to do twenty laps around the gym for the mile. Walk, run, it didn’t matter as long as it was a mile.

You and Chandler walked and finished your conversation from the walk from lunch. “The only way I can describe it is… being one of the only black people in a small town.” Chandler raised her eyebrows, understanding the comparison. “Got it. You know, my mom said she always had a funny feeling about that aunt and uncle of yours.” Your dad’s brother, your uncle Oliver and his wife Sophia, and her mom was right, not that you were gonna tell her that.

When class ended and you changed back into clothes for your last class of the day, Chandler caught up with you as you walked to the main building. “Y/N! Wait up!” You slowed down a little as the other girl ran to catch up with you. “Oh, do you have French too?” “Nah, I have History next in another building, but I wanted to let you know something.” She looked around at the students walking to their last classes, some staring at you and whispering to their friends; Chandler put an arm around you and pulled you close. “When I asked you if it was hard, I could tell you were holding back, but I promise. With us, you have nothing to worry about. We got your back, okay?”

With one last smile, Chandler turned around, heading in the direction of her next class. You longed to have friends, friends who actually liked you because of your personality and not because of your status. Friends who weren’t part of the aristocracy you were born into. It looked like you might finally be getting your wish.

[taiey]

Ryan Sinclair, on - work, cynicism, trust, parents, politics and responsibility.

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RYAN: Do you really think I want to go back to working in that warehouse? No way.

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DOCTOR: (reads) Help me. RYAN: Probably someone just bored out their mind, mucking about. Trust me, I've been there. You should have seen what we used to hide inside the trainers. YASMIN: What if it's not? What if someone really is in trouble?

RYAN: Yeah, see? It's not like Rosa Parks wipes out racism from the world forever. [...] YASMIN: But they don't win, those people. [...] RYAN: Were you born this positive?

HANNE: I heard the thing out here before I went to sleep and, in the morning, my dad was gone. RYAN: You don't know it actually got in? How do you know your dad didn't just pack up and go? HANNE: My dad would never just leave me, okay? YASMIN: Ryan.

DOCTOR: What time did your dad say he'd get here? RYAN: Two hours ago. DOCTOR: If he said he'll come… RYAN: He says a lot of things. He's never been the best at being reliable. I mean, how can he not be here? She's his mum. She would've wanted him here. I want him here.

RYAN: Fine. You want the truth? The monsters in the woods were just recordings. I reckon your dad did that to keep you inside. He should've just got Wi-Fi. HANNE: He lied to me? RYAN: Yeah. HANNE: And now you're lying to me about how bad it is in here.

RYAN: I read the letter. [...] From me dad. He said he's sorry for not being there for me, for us, for Nan. GRAHAM: Yeah. RYAN: He wants us to reconnect. Says that I can live with him now, being that he's my proper family. GRAHAM: Well, right. RYAN: I don't like that he put that. Proper family. He's not proper.

GRAHAM: Do you need a singer? I know all the classics. Or latest hits, to you lot. RYAN: Don't ever let him sing.

DOCTOR: This is a map of the house with its most vulnerable points. Make sure you take care of them. RYAN: Yeah. (What the Doctor has actually written is - Assume her dad is dead. Keep her safe. Find out who else can take care of her.)

GRAHAM: Yeah. And it is, right? I'm going to look out for you, son. RYAN: I'm not a kid. GRAHAM: Oh, okay. Well, I was hoping you'd say, I'm going to look out for you too. RYAN: You talk about this stuff way too much. GRAHAM: Mmm hmm. And you don't talk about it enough.

RYAN: Why do you find it so hard to trust people? JAMES: It's a long, sad story. A tragedy. RYAN: I've got time. Tell me. JAMES: My father died when I was a baby. RYAN: I feel you. I lost me mum, and me nan.

EPZO: I smashed into the ground. Broke this arm, shattered that ankle. And she stood over me and she said, Now you've learned. You can never trust anyone in this life. RYAN: That is messed up. EPZO: Best thing she ever did for me. I loved my mum.

YASMIN: Do you mind me asking? How did your mum die? RYAN: Washing up in the kitchen. Massive heart attack. Just… just out on the floor. YASMIN: God. Who found her? RYAN: Me.

GRAHAM: What about Ryan? He's in trouble out there, love.

YOSS: What does he look like? Is he okay? MABLI: He's fine. RYAN: Yoss, you don't have to be perfect. You just have to be there.

RYAN: Graham! GRAHAM: Ryan, you're safe! RYAN: I got you, Graham. (Ryan helps Graham to his feet.) GRAHAM: The whole place is disintegrating! Keep going! There's the portal!

ERIK: It's time we went home. It's not good for any one of us to be here now. […] RYAN: Bye, Hanne. (Hanne hugs Ryan.)

YASMIN: When was the last time you saw your dad? RYAN: A year ago. Didn't go well. Got angry with him. YASMIN: Why? RYAN: He ducked out when I needed him. He's like a… a gap in my life. Even at Nan's funeral…

RYAN: Okay, stop. I don't care how it's been for you. This ain't about us commiserating with each other. This is about you making things right. AARON: This how you talk to your dad? RYAN: I don't know cos he ain't been around. So don't come walking back in demanding respect, cos that ain't where we are.

RYAN: Yaz said you saw Nan in there. GRAHAM: Yeah. I thought, maybe… But it wasn't her. Not really. RYAN: Must hurt. GRAHAM: Yeah. RYAN: I miss her, too. All the time. But at least we've got each other, eh? Grandad.

AARON: What do you need me to say, hmm? Because I want to say it. RYAN: Okay. You say, Ryan, I'm sorry. I've messed up. I haven't been good enough. I've let you down a lot. And I know that's made life hard for you. And if it meant that over the years, you ever felt lonely or abandoned or didn't know where to turn or who to talk to or how to be. then I'm sorry. Cos... cos you mustn't ever think that you didn't deserve my love.

RYAN: You can't blow this place up. BELLA: I've spent my whole life wondering about her, and she's never thought once about me. I will shoot you. COMPUTER: Tranquillity Spa is experiencing momentary operational difficulties. RYAN: Go on, then.

RYAN: I really don't know. How long have you and Jamila known each other? GABRIELA: Five years. I don't know what I'm going to do now. RYAN: You'll get through it.

RYAN: What happened to you? YASMIN: Don't know. It were just like... nothingness. Nowhere. And I was totally alone. I was so scared. Ryan... I thought I was dead. RYAN: No, I'm never going to let that happen to you.

ROSA: Get what you wanted from tonight? RYAN: I didn't know what I wanted. But, yeah. Meeting you guys, listening to you all talk, I can't believe. It'll get better, y'know. Not perfect, but... better. ROSA: I hope so. RYAN: It's worth the fight. Thank you, from me and my Nan.

CHARLIE: You don't have to come. I can find Kira on my own. RYAN: Mate, that's not how we roll. Is it, Yaz? YASMIN: Nope. We're all in. RYAN: Dispatch, here we come.

DOCTOR: You might want to come and stand with me, Becka, cos they look like they've come for you. RYAN: We have to help out.

DOCTOR: Ryan Sinclair picks up a dead bird in Peru, and might just have saved the world. RYAN: Well, I am here for you guys, you know?

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RYAN: Yorkshire, England. I was at home. You know, normal life, work - then, boom - The Doctor. Changed me whole life. DOROTHY: I was the same before I met Mister Tesla. I wanted my own career, something steady, then he showed me all these discoveries that could be made. But it seemed like impossible things. And now, something normal, steady... RYAN: Doesn't seem so important.

YASMIN: Keep the planet safe for us. GRAHAM: Cos we'll be coming back, so it better be in good nick. RYAN: Or we'll know who to blame. ... JAKE: Yeah, you guys can go now. We'll take the planet from here.

DOCTOR: Hang on, where's Graham? RYAN: I don't know. DOCTOR: Have you lost him? RYAN: He's not my responsibility. He's always a few steps behind. I've stopped checking.

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DOCTOR: I know, because armies will rise and billions will die. GRAHAM: Shelley's going to die if that stuff stays inside him. RYAN: Shelley's only one life against all those others. ... DOCTOR: One death, one ripple, and history will change in a blink. The future will not be the world you know. The world you came from, the world you were created in won't exist, so neither will you. It's not just his life at stake. It's yours. You want to sacrifice yourself for this? You want me to sacrifice you? You want to call it? Do it now. All of you. (silence) Yeah. Cos sometimes this team structure isn't flat. It's mountainous, with me at the summit in the stratosphere, alone, left to choose. Save the poet, save the universe. Watch people burn now or tomorrow.

RYAN: Doctor, we've got to find Yaz and Graham. ETHAN: I saw them get on the Gravraft. They're gone. RYAN: What?

DOCTOR: Fine, I'll play your game. I'll be back. MASTER: She won't. And it's not a game. Good luck, humans. RYAN: We have to go through there. We have to go and get her.

DOCTOR: The Tardis will take you back to Earth. All of you. You can settle in the 21st century. ... YASMIN: What about you? You detonate that thing, you'll die too. DOCTOR: That's the way it has to be. And I would do that in a heartbeat for this universe. For you, my fam. RYAN: We're not letting you go. You're not doing this. DOCTOR: Get off me, Yaz. Please. RYAN: Yaz, come on.

RYAN: Mate, we've been back ten months. We have to get on with our lives. That's what she told us. That's what she wanted for us. YASMIN: But what if she needs us? How many times has she saved us? RYAN: Yaz, face up to it, we don't know how to find her. All right? And there's something else. Graham, show her. GRAHAM: Mmm-hmm. The Doc would really want us to keep an eye on the planet, right?

KIRA: Work gives us purpose, right? RYAN: Some work, maybe.

RYAN: This was my life before you. Mind you, you should have seen me when I'd just started. First month, total nightmare. Takes me a while to learn things physically. Get there in the end, but just some stuff takes me a bit longer. Luckily, I had mates who covered for me in the beginning.

TIBO: And that detached retina? Oof, that sounds painful. You've been so unlucky. RYAN: So unlucky. TIBO: So what, we don't see you and now you're off travelling? RYAN: Only for a bit. TIBO: Better be. I've missed you, man. We all do.

RYAN: If this is Earth, then what are the Dregs? YASMIN: They're us, mutated. DOCTOR: Yes. The few that didn't die. GRAHAM: Oh no, they can't be. RYAN: How did Earth end up like this? DOCTOR: You had warnings from every scientist alive.

TIBO: Mate, you ain't been around, so don't tell me what I am. OLD TIBO: The place is burning. RYAN: What place? OLD TIBO: Earth. And you weren't here. I thought we were mates.

DOROTHY: And now, something normal, steady... RYAN: Doesn't seem so important. RYAN: Is this our lives? Going from one place to the next, ignoring home? We're getting older, but without them. Missing out bits of their lives.

GRAHAM: If we had the Doctor's psychic paper or we knew how to work that Tardis, we could get into his office and see what's going on. RYAN: Yeah, but we don't, so we're going to have to try and figure out another way.

DOCTOR: But you've been good? RYAN: Yeah, maybe it's what I needed. [...] I saw me dad. DOCTOR: Oh, good. Well, was it good? He's all right? RYAN: Yeah, he's back at the oil rigs again. Due back in a couple of weeks. But, yeah, we're good. We're getting there. Time to reconnect with him, time to see me mates, see what's happening on the old planet. Lots of work to be done here on Earth. DOCTOR: Yeah. Always. Well, it sounds like you enjoyed being back. RYAN: It's home.

MAITLIS [TV]: There's even talk of a revived presidential run for you. ROBERTSON [TV]: Well, I can't really answer to that. GRAHAM: Can you believe that? RYAN: Yeah, I can.

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KIRA: Work gives us purpose, right? RYAN: Some work, maybe.

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RYAN: Yeah. Me mates need me. And I know this sounds stupid, but... I feel like my planet needs me. You've got to fight for it, right? Look, Doctor, before... before I met you, I didn't know what I wanted to do with me life. And... and now... And now, I know.

[storiesfromhalcyontale]

The teen and the boy

I was laying in my bed aimlessly, another day stuck in this orphanage and another day alone. It honestly sucks, it sucks so much that this is how my life turned out to be. Just when I thought everything would be happier, my best friend goes and becomes a bully and abandons me.

Life honestly sucks at the moment.

I sat up in my bed and looked around, my room didn’t have any flare. No personality, it was just one of them bland rooms the orphanages give you because they think your stay is temporary. But mine wasn’t, at fifteen years old I’m still here. Ten years later, still here…

Still here…

I grabbed my phone from the bed-side table and began going through instagram, just looking at some posts that people have made, liking the post and making sarcastic comments every once in a while. Honestly, it was rather boring but I didn’t have much else to do. It was a weekend and school was closed for the next couple weeks anyways. From what I’m aware of, they’re in talks with that ambassador kid about incorporating monsters into the school which, to me at least, is a pretty cool idea. My phone pinged: I looked at the title and my heart froze.

POP SENSATION MADAME SATO DUE FOR NATIONAL TOUR!

Madame Sato…

Madame…

Sato…

I could feel my heart rate pick up as I carefully placed my phone back on the bed-side desk and laid back down on my bed as my heart bounced around my chest. She was having the best life and I was stuck here, her son was stuck here. There was a quiet knock on my door as I looked towards the door.

“Come in.” I said with a slight shiver in my voice, I kept my eyes glaring carefully at the door as I watched Sharon enter.

“Morning Shoto.” Sharon waved at me as she took a seat on a chair in the room, she had some documents in her hands and she seemed to be looking through them carefully, “Hopefully I’m not bothering you.” “Not at all.” I responded carefully, I mean it was better than having a panic attack over my dead-beat mum. “I was wondering if you could do me a favour.” Sharon added as she was sorting some papers. “Huh?” I sounded confused, a favour? “You see Shoto…” She began speaking, choosing her words carefully like her favourite model from the latest issue of Vogue, “…there’s a new child coming to the orphanage today. His name is Toby.” “I see…” I murmured, sitting up to listen more closely to what Sharon was saying, “I don’t see what this has to do with me.” “I was getting to that.” Sharon would laugh slightly before continuing, “He’s about seven and is getting dropped off here by his parents at some point today.”

What…? He’s getting abandoned here…?

“I was wondering if you could help him out at some points to get used to getting used to the new changes since you know how he’ll be feeling-“ I cut Sharon off quickly, having already formulated my answer. “Of-course I’ll help him!” I answered quickly, jumping up from my bed in a confident manner. It felt like history was repeating itself. After my dad died, ‘Madame Sato’ gave up her parental rights to me and since I had no other family I was sent here. Though my guess is that Toby’s parents were still alive and didn’t want him, which in my opinion was worse than what I went through with my mum. “I don’t want him to go through the same loneliness I went through.” “Fantastic!” Sharon would smile and clap her hands together, “I’ll call you down when he eventually gets here.” Sharon would leave the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t believe it, a kid only two years older than me when I was left here was going through the exact same turmoil I had done… 

All I had to do was wait though. I’d walk over to my desk and open my laptop as I began looking for jobs, I saw an opening for that new bar in town.

‘Grillby’s seems like a nice place to work at’ I thought to myself, looking at the job listing carefully, ‘The owner seems really nice too. He gives off that nice “owner-dad” energy.’ Too bad I was only fifteen or I’d definitely go for the job, but for now I can’t go for it. I continued to look through jobs, most weren’t really interesting apart from the part-time job at Grillby’s. I turned on Spotify and put on my headphones, choosing to listen to my go-to band Nightmare as I put on the album ‘the WORLD ruler’ and I began to go through English Literature homework, which is something I’ve been putting off as I don’t particularly like the novels we are looking at.

I continued to listen to music and do my homework throughout the entire morning, making small corrections to already finished homework here and there. After all, Miss Wayward was a perfectionist and I didn’t want her coming for my head because I forgot a capital letter for a noun. She also wanted us to do an entire essay on Macbeth for when we got back to school which was only about fifty percent done. The rhythmic tapping of my keyboard and the song ‘the WORLD’ really helped soothe my nerves to be honest. It is from one of my favourite anime after all.

“Shoto, could you come downstairs?” I heard Sharon shout in between songs, I paused the playlist and took off my headphones. He must be here, I thought to myself as I ran down the stairs quickly to meet Sharon at the foyer of the orphanage. Sharon was standing in-front of a boy who looked like he had been crying, he had a bag and a suitcase with him. He was clinging onto Sharon’s arm too… “Toby, I want you to meet Shoto Sato. He’ll help you throughout your first day here. He’ll also show you to your room whilst I do some filing alright?” Sharon looked down at Toby with a gentle smile. Toby kept clinging onto Sharon’s arm.

“Hey, there little man.” I knelt down on one knee and looked at Toby gently, “Let’s say you and I find your room and help you get sorted hm..?” Toby would gently nod his head as I stood up to talk to Sharon. “Where is his room?” “I’ve situated him two doors down from your room.” Sharon would say as she handed me Toby’s suitcase, “Shoto, please make sure he’s alright.” “Will do.” I responded in an unusually bright voice, I honestly didn’t want to scare Toby so I had to speak happier than I am at the moment.

Me and Toby would walk through the orphanage with the other orphans whispering about Toby. It was just really curiosity, looking down at Toby I could tell that all the whispering and the gossip about ‘the new kid’ was really getting to him. Soon we both got to his room.

“Could you go in, I’ll follow behind you.” I ushered Toby into the room and then turned to the now gathered audience, “Can everyone please keep the gossip to a minimum? I know seeing a new kid is interesting but Toby is really taking it hard.”

“But Shoto-” One kid started but I cut him off. “No buts.” Soon the audience turned away and I followed Toby into his room and placed his suitcase at the foot of his bed. Toby seemed to be unpacking his bag, he seemed to be close to tears. I noticed he took out a small knight figure from his bag, it was from an old lego theme from years ago…Alright…a talking point. “Huh, I recognise that character from somewhere. The little guy in your right hand.” I would sit on the floor. Toby turned to me, looking at me nervously.

“His name is Clay Moorington…” Toby would mumble. He would look away from me, clearly embarrassed. “Ooooo I see!” I gasped, I wanted to sound welcoming to Toby and a friendly face in an unfamiliar place, “Isn’t he from some lego show or something?” “Yes he is actually…” Toby would take a seat across from me. “Could you tell me more about it?” I would ask, Toby would nod his head and begin rambling on about this lego theme and television show called Nexo Knights. Honestly, the show sounded alright…not exactly my cup of tea, I was more of an anime and musicals person myself, but it was certainly interesting hearing his passion and interest in this show! By the end of his info-dump he seemed to have warmed up to me slightly. There’d be a knock at the door. “Let me get that.” I’d stand up and walk over to the door, opening it would reveal Sharon standing there.

“Ah! Shoto, is Toby settling in fine?” She’d ask as she waved to Toby. “Yeah, we’ve just been sitting talking about Nexo Knights for an hour.” I’d respond. “Good, do you mind going to your room? I've got some personal stuff to talk to Toby about. Just really rules and the monthly check-ins.” “Alright.” I’d turn to Toby, “I’ve got some homework to be getting on with but if you need anyone to talk to just knock on my door, Alright?” Toby would nod at me as I turned back to the door and walked past Sharon. I’d walk back to my room and sit on my bed, I couldn’t really be asked to get on with my homework again.

Later, there’d be another knock on my door.

“Come in!” I’d shout in a slightly cheerful tone, Sharon would walk in and pull up the same seat she used earlier.

“Shoto I…I honestly don’t know what you did but Toby seems a bit more happier.” Sharon said, shocked, “He seemed much more receptive than when he first got here.” “Oh that’s because he was overwhelmed.” I sternly said, “He didn’t know where he was or really had any friends. Me giving him an ear to hear him ramble about his favourite television show was just to show him that everyone here is friendly.” “Clearly! Shoto, he talked really nicely of you.” She complimented, “He said your ‘Really really nice.’” Huh…didn’t expect I’d be complimented on my kindness. “Thanks.” I answered back as Sharon would leave the room. A simple gesture of kindness to a kid I barely knew…made an impact? Huh that’s really strange I thought to myself as I yawned, I went back to scrolling through instagram. I should probably watch that Nexo Knights show so I can understand what Toby is talking about. I’d exit out of instagram and onto some sort of dodgy streaming app and type in Nexo Knights. I proceeded to watch through a couple of the episodes before falling asleep.

[profoundexpertearthquake]

Salesmans troubles

The clumsy frenchman was again up to some mischief recently under the guise of a security salesman selling door to door

Targeting a large house on the outskirts of town where a wealthy lady lived named Emily Collins lived. One morning Emily answered her door bell to come face to face with a rather suspicious looking man who was greeting her with a forced smile "bonjour madame " said the frenchman in his native tongue feeling sure this would impress the young woman before continuing in english "can I interest you in a free security survey " and then barging past Emily down a hallway and into a large living room, having caught up with her unwanted quest in her living room Emily told the intruder to leave at once or she'd call the police.

"Please please do not alarm yourself madam I can offer you the very latest and best in security equipment" if I can just be left alone for 10 minutes to carry out the survey added the French crook, "not interested you see we already have our very own live security system and i think it's time you met him" said Emily apon opening a door from a adjacent room and in walked a friendly looking dog wagging his tail

"Why madam that's only a little corgi" chuckled the French badie "it's time our guest left Max" said Emily before pointing at Frenchie "Max see him off" apon those words Maxes nature immediately changed charging at the villian and nipping about his ankles "get off me" he yelped hopping about aiming a few kicks at his attacker and missing before bending over to crab him, Max immediately darted between his legs and swung around lept up and bit the intruders ample backside "Yeeeoww!!! called out the frenchman, there now followed an unlikely dance of man and dog, man dancing around the room dog attached to backside and swinging from side to side all that as needed was some accompanying music.

As the dance continues Emily calmly calls the police and remembering the new pellet pistol she recently purchased for her son Jimmy who due home from boarding school that day and her husband had gone to collect " i think I'm going to have a good target to try this out on in a minute" she muttered to herself as she loaded pellets into the pistol. After a few more moments the dance duo of man and dog came to an abrupt end with a terrific ripping fabric sound.

"oh la la" it was now time for Emily to use some French phrases "I see London i see france i see someone's skimpy under pants" the frenchmans face quickly went bright red "mon pantaloon " he yelled as he clasped his rear before he fled the room and down the hallway giving Emily a good view of his brief clad rear as she took aim and fired a couple of shots at his butt causing him leap up as he fled through the door closely followed by a barking Max, The red faced frenchman didn't get to far as the police had arrived and arrested him, back in the house Emily was checking the footage she'd managed to capture on her phone of the dancing man and dog, when Max returned to the room wagging his tail with something hanging from his mouth "what you got Max" she said as she removed it and apon holding it up saw it was a peace of thin white fabric with red hearts on, she immediately knew where the fabric had been ripped from, "oh la la" she said giggling as she looked down at Max "good boy good boy". Later that day she told her husband and son about the morning events Jimmy was thrilled with his knew pistol and expressly how his mum had tested it.

Meanwhile down at the police station as the french badie was bent over and painfully having a couple of pellets removed from his now bare backside which was sticking out through the huge hole in his pants and torn briefs. That bloody woman and her dog he thought to himself "mon pauvre fessier, mon pantalon, mon beau slip" he muttered to himself.

[livingonfanficseyra]

Drabble based on a snippet of Kanthony conversation in this oneshot about Hyacinth wanting a puppy of her own. Please read and let me know your thoughts.

Hyacinth had a somewhat unique approach to looking after pets but arguing with her was a lost cause, so Violet decided to give her a chance.

Hyacinth let Newton roam around the house on his own without his leash because "pets are living beings and have right to freedom, Mama."

Violet kept mum even though she begged to disagree with her youngest daughter about letting an animal roam free inside her house. With Gregory gone off to Eton for his studies, she understood Hyacinth's need for distraction.

The day went by as smoothly as one could hope for and Violet was thankful to see that only one of her vases were broken. The carpets might have gotten dirty with muddy pawprints but she was thankful that atleast her beloved, beautiful furniture were left untouched.

One day done, only three more to go. By day four Hyacinth will be bored and get over the idea of getting a new puppy, she thought as she retired to her bedroom.

The second day, things took a wildly unpleasant turn making her regret the decision of going along with her youngest daughter's whims.

Violet walked into the sitting room in the morning and almost had a small heart attack. There were wool and tiny pieces of fabric scattered around the sitting room, covering every surface, the carpet, the tables, you name it. The cushions were torn and there were scratch marks on the furniture. Even her most favorite sofa set was not spared as the fat, evil son of a dog had managed to rip into the beautiful cushioning.

Hyacinth sat in the middle of the room, holding Newton, chuckling happily (or evilly) not at all bothered by the havoc or fact that the two of them were practically covered in filth.

"Hyacinth! What is this?" Violet gasped, holding a hand to her chest.

Hyacinth looked up at her with wide eyes, smiling innocently, "Newton misses his toys. Poor guy! We can buy him some when we go out for a walk in the evening and then he will stop chewing on the cushions, Mama."

Violet took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Hyacinth, I want you to go and take a bath. Take the dog with you and make sure you clean him too."

"But, Mama -"

"Hyacinth Bridgerton! No more arguments and leave the animal with Mr. Carson. I don't want to see him inside my house again."

Hyacinth huffed and walked away, a downtrodden Newton following behind her.

Violet sent a short message to her son and daughter-in-law to come and collect their devil of a dog immediately.

Hyacinth felt that she did a stellar job, dog sitting Newton with whatever limited resources was made available to her though the Dowager Viscountess would beg to differ.

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 259

McCoy

McCoy felt numb. That was the only thing he could think of. Scotty had set a plate in front of him, he had seen the movement from the corner of his eye. Though his stomach was grumbling at him, he had no appetite.

Had Scotty felt this way a few weeks previous when the article about his father had come out? How was McCoy going to feel when articles about David’s heart attack came out?

Scotty’s actions and movements around the kitchen were just an outer layer of McCoy. When Spock and the other boys came into the room it was a jolt in McCoy’s thoughts. Was he alright? Spock’s concern for his well being, his physical and surface reactions. Spock had a duty to keep him safe.

“I…”

Scotty took his hand and squeezed. McCoy managed a grateful smile at his love.

“I’m not alright,” McCoy answered quietly, but honestly. He tapped the side of his head with a forefinger. “It's a lot to take in. To not be there, to have to wait for Leah or someone to call with more information for me.”

Jim came over and laid a hand on McCoy’s shoulder.

“However we can help.”

McCoy nodded at his friend. Jim was a pain in the ass, but he was a most loyal, amazing friend.

“You should eat sir,” Spock said gently.

“How’d you find out?” McCoy asked, picking up a fork finally.

“Father called,” Spock answered. “I apologize for telling Jim and Robbie if you didn’t want them to know yet. Jim was adamant something was wrong when he interrupted my meditations.”

“The look Scotty gave me…,” Jim grinned and gave his head a shake. “Scared me straight out of the room.”

“I didn’t know yet, Jim,” Scotty said. “But I knew it must be important.” He looked across at his brother. “Does Mum know?”

Robbie shrugged. “Don’t think so.” He looked over at McCoy nervously. “But Granddad does. Not about the sleeping changes,” he said, “but about yer father. That he heard us talking about.”

McCoy put his fork on the empty plate and pushed it away. He hadn’t tasted a single bite, but he had eaten. He nodded at Robbie’s statement. Somehow he was ok with Granddad knowing already.

“Is he…,” McCoy started.

“He’s out on his morning walk,” Robbie cut him off.

Silence fell on the boys.

Finally Scotty moved to take the plates, but Jim grabbed for them. “I’ll wash up for you,” he said quickly.

“Mo ghràdh? We should get cleaned up and dressed,” Scotty said softly.

“I don’t want to miss Leah calling,” McCoy said.

“Ye won’t,” Robbie said. “Spock and I can keep an eye on it for ye. If she calls while you’re showering we can get it and get you.”

McCoy saw a faint blush on Robbie’s face. He should have Robbie call Leah later on if she was free, let him comfort her some. Slowly he nodded and agreed to Robbie’s suggestion. He passed his PADD across the table and let Scotty pull him to his feet.

“We’ll be back,” Scotty said over his shoulder.

“I don’t want to be alone,” McCoy admitted to Scotty as they moved upstairs.

“No worries love,” Scotty said and guided him to the guest room.

McCoy walked over and pulled some clothes out. He turned back to Scotty.

“Do you need yours?”

“Yep. I’ll be quick.” Scotty turned to leave the room, but McCoy grabbed his arm. Scotty stopped. He grabbed McCoy’s hand and led him to his own room.

“Do ye…, want me in there?” Scotty asked and gestured with his head towards the bathroom.

McCoy nodded.

“Ok.”

McCoy led the way this time and dropped his clothes on the bathroom counter while Scotty turned the shower on for him. He slowly stripped out of his pajamas as the water warmed.

“Join me?” McCoy asked nervously. He saw the flash of surprise in Scotty’s eyes. Their unclothed bodies were nothing new to each other, but to shower together… McCoy wasn’t sure what Scotty would think.

Part 260

Scotty

His heart skipped a beat at Leonard’s request. Did he really want Scotty to join him in the shower?

The blush was on his cheeks before he even knew it and he glanced at the door. He had obviously locked it but if the others were searching for him…

“I…” Scotty didn’t know what to say at first but when he saw the begging look in Leonard’s eyes, he nodded slowly.

The Scotsman undressed quickly while his boyfriend already stepped into the shower.

Scott followed and closed the shower cabinet behind them. There wasn’t much space so they stood very close to each other.

Scotty could basically hear his love’s heartbeat and he gently placed both hands on Leonard’s chest.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered, still managing to drown out the sound of the running water.

Leonard nodded before he placed his head against Scotty’s chest, allowing for the Scotsman to run a hand through his hair.

The water was warm. But their bodies were even warmer as they hugged each other, skin touching skin, water running down their backs.

Scotty took the overhand. He shampooed Leonard’s hair, then his body. The prince almost seemed rigid, barely moving. It really worried Scotty. He was scared of what all of this would do to his boyfriend. How would he cope with it? What if the first articles started? These horrible people would write horrible things again, he just knew it.

But Scotty would do his best to be there for his boyfriend. Leonard had supported and comforted him when the articles about his past had been written, so the Scotsman would do the same for the prince.

When they were done Scotty cupped Leonard’s face in his hands and for a moment he just looked into the other boy’s eyes. He tried to read them and they were blurred with sadness.

Once again Scotty hugged him tightly before he turned off the shower. He couldn’t tell how long they had been inside. But nobody had knocked or called for them so they could take as long as they wanted. As long as Leonard needed.

Scotty got a towel and started to dry Leonard’s hair and body with it. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to Leonard’s lips as the boy stared at him.

“How are ye feeling?”

Leonard didn’t answer at first, however, he shrugged.

“Why don’t ye put on yer clothes while I dry me own body?” Scotty suggested and his boyfriend nodded slowly, heading for the counter where he had placed the clothes.

When both of them were dressed they headed back downstairs to find Granddad. He had just returned from his walk and was standing in the doorway.

The old man looked at the two boys, not saying anything.

But once they reached the end of the stairs, Granddad pulled Leonard in for a tight hug.

Scotty just watched as Leonard clang to the man’s shirt, at first surprised by the hug, but then accepting it gratefully.

Granddad only released Leonard when they heard the boy’s PADD chirping in the kitchen.

Instantly Leonard hurried to the room where the boys found Robbie and Spock holding the device in their hands.

“It’s Leah,” Robbie said and Leonard already grabbed the PADD from him, answering the call.

Scotty really hoped that Leah had good news.

[ronnonon]

TW: Body Dysphoria, Fat Shaming

Ron has always had insecurities. He’s a big boy, not just in height but he’s naturally chubby and, as his mum once said to him at far too young an age, “Round”. He feels second place to everything, like a background member of his family and even with how easy strategy is for him and his passing grades, he still feels dumb compared to classmates. Eventually his anxiety gets to the point that he’s avoiding classes, starting to go off eating in public to seem less slobbish and wearing baggy clothes with a quiet voice to match. He hates it, especially as his family takes little notice of his changes, but then Harry takes him down to the lake and tells him about something called ‘Social Anxiety’ and ‘Body Dysphoria’. Harry had heard about it before and realised his friend was dealing with it, so he did some research on the Dursleys home computer. Ron can’t stop himself from crying as he is faced with the facts that there isn’t anything wrong with him and that everything he has been feeling is normal, especially for someone his age. Ron ask Harry how to fix it and feels his own heart shatter slightly when he tells him you can’t just get rid of it. Harry quickly assures him that there are things that can help him, especially since magic is a thing. Harry helps him get up every morning, going for a walk as early as 6:00am to get him active without making him feel he has to loose weight. The physical exercise will help, Harry says, so Ron reluctantly agrees every morning, even when it gets cold. Harry gives him a fidget ring he got that will give him something to ground himself with. Hermione eventually catches on and the two tell her of Ron’s struggles to which she introduces him to the thing that would help more than anything, a Walkman. The music makes Ron feel alive and comfortable in a way only the ugly sweaters his mum makes can. It goes well, him slowly coming out of his shell and being the young Ron they both know and love. That is until Draco Malfoy decides to mock him on the quidditch field, telling him his shirts are too small for his fat frame. Ron almost cost them the game, running off at the end the game only to have his first proper panic attack. Never had anyone outwardly said he was ‘fat’, only subtle looks and careful wording to imply it. Harry finds him, along with the twins and calm him down enough to figure out what was wrong. Never in his life had he seen his brothers so quiet and angry as he told them what Draco said. Harry takes him to their room and the twins come back a few hours later with red knuckles. So one says a thing, not even Draco. After this Harry tells him of an idea he had so that they could protect each other, a way to know when Ron was feeling too anxious and needed help or when Harry’s trauma started to beat him. Ron has never heard of the spell Harry tells him about, yet he finds himself agreeing instantly. Several months later, after learning as much about it as they can, Harry and Ron sit on the astronomy tower and press their foreheads together. It’s weird, being able to see the others thoughts and feelings as their minds meld together, but then it settles. A calm comes over them both and they start to ask each other if it worked, only to open their eyes and realise the others mouth wasn’t moving. Harry calls it a Telepathic connection, Ron calls them Mindroomies, either way they have an unbreakable connection to each other that they can open and close as they wish. Ron can feel and hear Harry’s mind and heart when Harry allows him to and vice versa. The next time Draco makes a snide comment about Ron’s size, he feels Harry at his side despite him not being there. The next time Harry flinches at a spell casting, he hears a dirty joke in the back of his mind. Everyone knows they are best of friends, but during their last few years, people call them brothers. Never, even when the war is done and they have their own families, do they tell anyone what they did.

[tammyfeabakker]

Wtf. Got better last night ate. I felt fine... The tension was gone my stomach felt better chills went away. Woke up at 5am felt fine. Beautiful day. Ok with going to work.. all of a sudden I feel the tension my neck back. The anxiety starting to soar! Sweating my ass off.. then chills.. anxiety sets off your adrenaline. Your body is a magnificent machine. The chills are bringing my body temperature down. The anxiety is jus getting worse I can't control it anymore.. Sharp stomach pains. My legs are weak. My morning I said fuck it going in anyway. Get in my car trust issues low n behold my check engine light came on. Called my ex I need the jeep.. comes over. I'm putting my stuff in the back of the jeep. My ex screams out inside the house... I go running in! I thought he had another heart attack! Wtf is wrong?!!! He said there's a baby skunk in the garage!!!! My head is spinning I feel faint. He screaming what do we do?! I said! How big of a baby skunk we talking here!!! Juvenile or baby?!!! He said baby! I said show me how big!!!! He spread his hands bout 5 inches. I smirked grab the baby gate blocked off the garage door opened the door.. hit the garage door button. He screams there he is! I screamed OMG Jim he is so fucking cute! Pushed him out the way! Get to the front door to see this pooffie haired cutest thing ever! He won't come out... I was like you think he would eat cat food?!!! He screamed don't feed him!!! I was like he is so fucking cute! This skunk was smart enough to scratch on the inside garage door! I said maybe he is a someone's pet.. maybe something happened to his mum!!! He said Katy won't let you have a baby skunk... I said if she seen how cute he is she would... He said you got enough going on... I said what is one little cute ass skunk gonna do to me? He threw his hands up... I got in the jeep... Took off started throwing up... I was fine last night. Now I have to call out. I jus can't do it. Monday is mandatory! I go to grab my phone I left it home. Go all the way home. By the time I got back here I was fuck it Im tired of feeling guilty... I'm sick or maybe I'm at the end of my rope. However I might have baby skunk

[becarefulshewrites]

"Follow Your Heart" - My Lame Game

This February on the Sunday before Valentine's, this was the one writing prompt that intrigued me, so I rolled the dice and here's what I got..

Sunday Writers Club - Feb 11th 2024

"So I rolled the dice and it told me to follow my heart. But the dice isn't supposed to tell us what to do, is it?"

"This is the game, mum. You agreed to play with me!"

"It's a stupid game, honey. But it's ok to have some fun"

"My game isn't stupid, you're stupid!"

"You don’t talk to mummy like that!"

"I'm not talking to you again! There's no point you never listen.. The only thing you heard is when I told you you're stupid. Why? Because you are! And my game is not stupid!"

The little girl with pitchy voice and curly hair left me behind. She has many names I'm not sure which one I should call her now. She's always visited me in my dreams, and daydreams. But not anymore. She was really mad that last time, she thinks that I, her future mum, am a hopeless case. She stopped coming to me on Monday mornings before coffee to assure me that this mundane life of mine shall pass, and she will arrive. I looked forward to that day when I won't have to wake up to mornings like these.. Well I won't be sleeping in the first place, and my favourite coffee will fail to numb me into correctness. By that time I won't be in my right mind.. Or how else would she ever come back to me?

Do I even want to admit how long she has been in my dreams before that fight? I wasn't really in my right mind when I let her in, I didn't know it will cost me all that longing time. I did agree to play that game with her, and I rolled the dice, but "Follow Your Heart" is just lame! How would a woman in her right mind follow her heart, when that's exactly the place where she's being attacked all the time? I already broke my heart a hundred times before, but once this girl comes back to my arms, I will give the world a thousand more reasons to break my heart again and again.

When I was younger, I used to play the lame heart game, but I never told anyone about it because I thought it's stupid. Nevertheless, I kept building my own stupid world, and left my people behind to theirs. When I grew into my right mind though, I stopped abandoning others, and stopped wasting my time on stupid things. I turned into that correct woman who sucks her own passion rather than sucking other people's energy with it. Passion has mostly put me in places that scared me, and in many ways also scarred me. In my right mind, I'd listen to my super ego and volunteer space to someone more passionate than me (or shall I say more comfortable with their passion than I am?). Does anyone I know need a mother like me? Not my kid I guess.

"You're stupid!"

"Sweetheart you're back!"

She caught me by surprise and I couldn’t hold my tears. Lately I have been on Instagram longer than I'd want to admit, and with all the kids that were murdered in the feeds, I thought she's also gone forever. But she's still alive! She looked at me and all I could feel was mercy that held my newborn heart, letting it take in fresh air for the first time, and touching its skin to calm it down. But I couldn’t hold her.

"Why are you crying, Mum?"

"Because you don't seem to come.. It has been so long and I find it hard to believe you. Were you lying to me?"

"No I'm not lying. I'm coming!" She said with an excited smile that beats every sunshine I ever saw.

"I know you don't lie, when you said that I'm stupid you were not lying"

"Mum? Do you feel shame?"

"Shame?! Who taught you this word?"

"I don't remember"

"Oh darling I'm so sorry!"

She never met anyone else but me, I didn't let her. I think I managed to keep her in my womb forever, and I have no idea why I thought it was the right thing to do. I'm stupid! I let my little kid know shame all too well. And I think I cried harder realising this.

"Mum? What do we do when we find a loved one crying?"

"We pat on their shoulder and comfort them"

"Right shoulder or left shoulder?"

"You choose, sweetie. You can also pat on the back"

She put her little arms around my neck and hugged me (did she even listen to me?!)

"Mum? Do you wanna play a game?"

"Yes honey"

This time with a rather victorious smile, she said "Roll the dice!"

I rolled the dice and got "Follow Your Heart", again.

"What should I do next?", I asked her.

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Searching for Komorebi* Part 1 - Uncomfortably Numb I will be releasing my blog in two parts over the next couple of days. It is about my journey over the past 6 weeks; PMDD, fighting with medication based emotional blunting, taking control, getting back to nature, retreating at the retreat and coming out of my year long hibernation fighting. It's not all pretty, but it is real. 6 weeks ago

Have you ever looked at something you normally love, and felt nothing at all? Nothing. No feelings of happiness, joy, sadness, anger, frustration just nothingness. People who know me well, know that I am often tripping over because I am always staring/ taking photos at the sky or into the trees. I love looking at the way the sunlight catches in the leaves, the gnarled branches looking like skeleton hands reaching into a moody sky, a bird, a cloud formation, vapour trails, the moon and stars.

But one day that joy disappeared. I went to bed, and the next morning I woke up feeling l like I had been pinned to my mattress - like a semi-conscious butterfly in a display case. My brain was not working and I didn’t know what to do. But it was more than that. It was like, I didn’t even know what it was that I should be feeling or doing. The word I can only use to describe it, is that I flatlined. I was very tired so I just went back to sleep. Later, in the day, I forced myself up and I looked out of my window, at my beloved wisha washa tree and I felt absolutely nothing. I actually thought I might be dead and I could not even cry, so I pinched myself hard. Nope I was there, but not in a way I was used to.

This was not completely out of the blue. I had started new antidepressant medication for PMDD, and on the starter dose I had been doing ok, but this feeling was the day after the planned increase and now I have found out it is called emotional blunting.

I was told to keep going on the dose by the doctors, so I did as I was told. Apparently, I was going to hit a sweet spot at 6 weeks and that was going to be magic. For two weeks, I literally found no joy in anything at all. When I managed to get out of bed, I barely looked after myself, all my spiritual practices stopped, my Peloton got dusty, I came off all social media, I stopped talking to anyone except my mum and all I did was exist. When I was concerned with my progress, I spoke with the doctor and mental health team, who continued to say to persevere. They asked me the difficult, but normal question, about whether I had, had thoughts of hurting myself. I honestly answered, no - but I did wish I no longer existed or something outside my control could happen like a massive heart attack, or accident not involving anyone else - I would not mind disappearing. But I could not do it myself, in all honesty I didn't have the energy or the inclination to do that. Again, I just existed and stared into the distance, at nothing in particular not even wondering what the future was, because there didn't feel like there was a future - just a marking of time. The weirdest and most uncomfortable part, as I progressed with the medication, was that I felt like I was no longer in my body. I felt like a glitch and I was a 0.75 of an inch (yes it was that exact in my weird mind) slightly to the left. So I was never quite in alignment with my mind and my physical body, looking back at that feeling it feels like something out of a Cronenberg film, which kind of makes me laugh. Thankfully, I had an appointment with my counsellor and I have always made a pact with myself that I would drag myself to that appointment no matter what. So off I went and of course, she immediately got it. We discussed and she engaged me in a controversial discussion, just a chat about a topic which requires an opinion not anything about my condition or me (now I realise it was a counselling technique - she is clever) This brought me into my body and I found my words and my voice again. I was still around. I still had a brain. Thank goodness, it was just hidden in a sea of anti-depressant fog. I am forever grateful for that amazing warrior woman who has been beside me through all of this.

I went home and did a Moon Space and meditated, as best as I could, and I kept getting the same message 'I need to take control' - something was not right. So the next day, I went down to the smaller dose. I would rather feel everything than nothing. I did not want to just exist.

Gradually, I started to feel like my old self, I opened the curtains one day and the wisha washa tree had sunlight streaming through his branches, I heard a blackbird sing and it made me smile, I put my nose into my dogs big furry head and he smelt perfect - like home and the sea felt like magic again. I was lucky that as I started to feel better, I had a holiday booked to Aberdeenshire to be around my family. They were all incredible, and the land there is astonishing - the grasses moving in the wind, the fierce north sea, the abandoned castles and villages in the dunes and the landscape all brought me so much joy. So I rested, hugged my mum tight, went late night beach mooching with my brother, laughed with my sister-in-law, talked football and music with Sam and spent silly fun time with my favourite person in the world, my niece Elsie - she is pure sunshine. I came home exhausted, as I had gone from practical reclusion and silence to being around a house full of people, shouting and laughing, No matter what company I am in, I always feel like I have to be 'on' the whole time, but I didn't mind, because I was surrounded by love. I avoided questions about the future, jobs, life stuff but I was there and I was genuinely happy. So here I was back at home again, and I had to get used to being on my own again, in a bit of a strange head space. In a bizarre moment, the day after coming home, I took myself out for the afternoon and got drunk on my own. Looking back, I think I was just desperate to feel something. Although, I know that is more of a Dad Galunacy way of dealing with things, and after a hard stare at myself in the mirror the next day, and a chat, I don't intend on doing that again. I certainly do not want to become the lush at the end of a bar spouting bizarre stuff at anyone who will listen. So no... I decided to turn my head into the planning of attending my first ever retreat which was going to start in a couple of days. Something, I had carefully put to the back of my mind, to avoid the inevitable binge think and try to talk myself out of it. I made route plans, a playlist, booked a hotel and played a lot of Catan (because I am a mega gamer nerd and proud of it). I was doing more than existing, I had found some sort of spark of joy but I still felt uncomfortably numb... Tomorrow I will release the second part about the Resonant Lands Retreat. *Komorebi means “sunlight leaking through trees,” this word describes the beauty and wonder of rays of light dappling through overhead leaves, casting dancing shadows on the forest floor

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Over The Odds | Regrets 

Paring - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 3k

Drabble 4 - One mans regret is another’s opportunity 

warnings: brief mention of sex, swearing, ill-relative

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This certainly isn’t how you envisioned your day would turn out, just this morning you were laid in bed with Jungkook about to enjoy a sweet breakfast in bed together after two rounds of rampant sex – and now, you sit in the waiting room of the hospital, drinking water from a plastic cup with shaky hands. 

It was nice of Jungkook to give you a ride here, giving that he’s told you at least three times now just how much he hates driving, he hates the traffic, how mundane it is, the fact he can’t really multitask when behind the wheel; he hates everything about it. But still, he pulled through for you when you needed him to.

It's no secret that your father is in ill health, last year he suffered two heart attacks and when he tested positive for Covid-19 in December your family prepared for the worst. By some miracle he pulled through but his respiratory system hasn’t been the same since. Two bouts of pneumonia, a severe chest infection and nightly use of an oxygen mask is his new normal.

Your mum texted to let you know that he’s been admitted with yet another ghastly chest infection, apparently he’s not doing so great and so you came here as soon as you could, alerting your best friend Jimin of your whereabouts on the way. Unlike the other times he’d taken ill during the height of pandemic restrictions, you weren’t sitting in the waiting room alone. Your mother sits across from you with anxious bouncing legs, and Jungkook, bless his soul, sits beside you playing the role of a concerned boyfriend a little too well.

“I’m sorry you had to find out about us this way, I can leave if you’d prefer to be alone together.” His voice is kind and low as he addresses your mother, who looks at him with a warm smile. “Honestly I won’t be offended.”

“Nonsense, I’m just surprised Y/N didn’t tell us about you sooner. I’m sorry that we met this way though, maybe when her father recovers we can all go for a nice meal together and get to know each other properly. I don’t usually look like this.” She gives a breathy chuckle, referring to her jade green leggings and oversized hoodie – her favourite loungewear set you’d gifted her two Christmases ago. Of course the ensemble isn’t complete without her yellow garden sliders, which she’s also wearing today. Normally she’s what most people would consider to be vain, always dressing in nice clothes with a full face of makeup even in her forties, she must’ve been in a rush to get here much like you and Jungkook were.

“Me neither.” Jungkook flashes a brilliant white smile. To be honest you’ve never seen him look so casual, only wearing a white oversized t shirt, grey sweatpants and trainers. He looks good dressed like this, he blends into the rest of society comfortably and his presence for once doesn’t scream ‘I have money, ask me about it’. “It would be nice to go out together though, once he’s fully recovered of course. I can’t wait to hear all about what Y/N was like as a child.”

“Y/N?” Your mum waves a soft hand in front of you, snapping you from your day dream. “He’s going to be okay, this is just a precaution.”

“I know.” You exhale, nodding slowly, trying to ignore your burning hatred for hospitals.

“Does anybody want anything to eat? I’m going to run down to the corner shop.” Jungkook stands, shooting you a sympathetic smile, “You haven’t eaten today Y/N is there anything specific you want me to get for you?”

“Oh how thoughtful.” Your mother gushes, you know full-well that she loves him already. What a pity he’s not actually your boyfriend, rather the man who pays you to have sex with him. Oh she’d be so proud.

You clear your throat and shake your head, “I’m not really hungry anymore.” You admit, “I’ll have a coffee from the canteen though. The blonde—”

“Blonde coffee blend with almond milk and one sweetener. I know. Would you like a coffee too? Or anything to eat? Sorry I didn’t even catch your name how rude of me.” You’re visibly taken aback by the fact he knows your coffee order, as far as you know you’d only been for a coffee together once. Even his memory is unworldly.

“Anna.” She smiles, eyes quickly skimming the tattoos on his sizeable arm, “And I’ll have a black coffee with a cheese sandwich please, hang on I’ve got some change in my… Oh where is it, it’s around here somewhere-”

“Not necessary. I don’t mind.” Jungkook tries to fight a laugh, giving you a brief glance before exiting the room.

“So…”

And it begins.

“So?” Your brows are raised expectantly as you lock eyes with your mother, who given the circumstances looks pretty damn happy right now. Maybe she’s giggling at your t shirt dress and boots which were very obviously yesterdays clothes. 

“When were you going to tell me about your hunk of a boyfriend?! Gosh if I was fifteen years younger.”

You grimace, “Except you’re not, and your husband is in the hospital.”

“Small technicalities.” She shrugs. Your mother birthed you at the tender age of eighteen, she and your father had a somewhat whirlwind teenage romance, they had their first child together, your sister, two years before you aged sixteen, much to your grandparents disappointment. Thankfully it all worked out for them in the end. It wasn’t uncommon of her to make shocking or crude comments like this, you put it down to her age most of the time, giving that she’s not even two decades older than you are. But even so, the idea of her taking a liking to Jungkook is more than nauseating.

“I’m serious! How long have you been together?” She’s smiling, profile curious and suggestive.

“I don’t know like six or seven weeks maybe? Month and a half. It’s early days so can you try not to get your hopes up please.” You’re tired, your body is aching because of said fake boyfriend, and you’re so done with this conversation already – all you care about is getting an update from the doctors. This talk right here is the very reason you almost didn’t sign the contract in the first place, because you know eventually you and Jungkook will have to fake a breakup and your parents will be devastated that you’re still not engaged or popping out grandbabies.

“You haven’t had a boyfriend since Namjoon Y/N, and that was two years ago now… So I’m sorry if I’m a little excited it’s just that he’s so handsome! And muscly! And tall! I love his tattoos! What does he do for a living?”

You ignore the way the mere mention of your ex boyfriend’s name makes your stomach drop, giving in to her curiosity, “He’s the CEO of Jeon Industries, the oil company. He owns a lot of smaller businesses too, like that bar Black Swan in Kensington.”

“Shut up!” She gasps, “Sorry, what was that?”

“Mum I’m tired can we not get into this right now, yes he’s handsome and he’s tall and he’s ripped and yes he’s got tattoos and he’s mega rich but we’ve only been going out just over a month so can you not do this? Not right now. Please.”

Sensing your discomfort she retreats, nodding quietly, “Sorry,” She grins, “Were you two up all night then?”

“Oh my god.” You groan in disgust, hurriedly standing from the lilac seat, “I’m going to find Jungkook, when we get back try to act normal. I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.”

If there’s one thing you hate most in this world, one phobia stronger than all the rest – it’s hospitals. The idea of someone going in and never coming out has always made your knees buckle and not in a good way. You hate hospitals, any clinical setting for that matter, you’d rather ride out an illness than visit your doctor despite how badly you are. It’s disturbing to you how many people have died within these walls, how many lost loved ones were taken here. Your parents and Jimin always called you dramatic whenever you brought it up, but you can’t help the way you feel. Maybe it’s a good thing that you and Namjoon never worked out, because eventually one day his place of work would be a building just like this one.

For the six months that you dated, you were convinced that Namjoon was the love of your life, he was perfect. He was in his final year of med school, he had adorable dimpled cheeks, a contagious laugh, he knew everything about anything without needing to check himself on Google first. And he was sweet, he was caring, you bared your soul to him thinking he was your forever, only for him to randomly decide to take a gap year and teach English to children in Korea. You still remember the day he ended things with you, leaving you behind as he just carried on with his life, seemingly not bothered at all. One mention of his name and you feel numb, you’ve never cared about anybody that much since him.

The only person that comes even remotely close to Namjoon is Jungkook, and well, he doesn’t actually like you he just pays to have you around and sit on his dick whenever you fancy it. There’s no denying that he would be the perfect partner, he could give you things that even Namjoon could not – but he doesn’t want that, you signed a piece of paper that clearly states this is a business arrangement and nothing more. It’s not love, and it never will be, no matter how badly you want it to be. You scoff to yourself, pushing a double door open to find him. How things have changed in the small space of two years.

Your eyes find Jungkook’s tall muscular frame straight away, he’s sitting at a small circular table at the back of the red painted canteen, three coffees and one cheese sandwich in front of him, his gaze flickering between the window and the silver work phone in his hands.

“Hey.” You’re standing beside the table, suddenly feeling a lot calmer in his presence.

He’s looking up at you with big round doe-like eyes, almost guilty, “I’m sorry, I thought you could use some privacy so I—”

“Don’t apologise, I get it. I’m not actually your girlfriend yet here you are meeting my parents, must be rough for you. You can go at any time it’s okay.” The words come out bitchier than you intended, regret washes over you instantaneously. Thankfully he doesn’t seem too phased by your venom.

He pauses, his lips pursed together in a flat line before he stands up, “Y/N… I want to be here, it’s okay, I wanna make sure you’re okay.” His voice his softer than usual and for a split second you’re convinced that he may actually really care.

“This happens pretty often,” You sigh, it’s blatantly obvious you’re feeling overwhelmed, “He’s been ill for a while now… Just waiting for the update from the doctor and then we can leave.” You give him an apologetic smile, there’s nothing about family emergencies in the agreement and yet he’s still here, spending his only day off in the hospital with you. “If he’s gonna be okay we should do something today, I don’t want you wasting your only day off.”

“It’s not wasted if I’m spending time with you.” He looks away immediately after saying it, clearing his throat before he grabs the items from the table, “Would be nice to go somewhere else later though, hospitals freak me out.”

“Really? Me too.” You murmur, helping him carry the food and drinks to the waiting area. The walk back is short and spent in a comfortable silence, god how you wish things could be different, you yearn for Jungkook to set fire to that stupid piece of paper and just ask you out. What’s worse is you actually signed that piece of paper, there’s no way out for you for another eleven months, if you feel this much for him already you dread what life will be like by then.

It’s when you get to the small side room your mother waits in that your heart stops beating.

“—He’s going to be fine, we’ll keep him in for some observations with him being a high risk patient but I’m confident he’ll be home tomorrow Anna.”

Suddenly your ears are ringing, your face is hot and you almost forget how to breathe. Jungkook senses the change in your demeanour and is rightfully confused, especially when you’ve both just heard the doctor tell your mum that your dad is going to be okay. You clear your throat, and for the first time in two years your eyes lock with his. Fuck.

“Hey Y/N.” Namjoon’s dimples pierce his cheeks as his smiles, “Your dad’s gonna be fine, he’s responding well to the treatments he should be out of here by tomorrow.”

“That’s great.” You smile back, still frozen in place, “Thank you... So you’re back. And you’re officially a doctor now?”

“Have been for a while actually, can’t say I expected to bump into you here… I know how much you hate hospitals.”

As much as you don’t want to admit it he looks good, his skin is ever so slightly more tanned than it used to be, his clothes fit him better and he looks so much happier than he used to. It’s no surprise he didn’t tell you he was back from Korea, you took the breakup pretty badly and he’s probably moved on by now. You watch him with a curious gaze, you can’t help but think to yourself it’s such a shame things ended the way they did, because two years ago you really did love this man.

“Yeah, well…” You clear your throat again, your mouth suddenly feels abnormally dry, “I couldn’t not come.”

“Thanks Namjoon, it’s nice to see you again.” Your mum stands from her chair, “Y/N do you mind if I go in and see him? They’ve still got Covid restrictions in place, only one visitor at a time.”

“Of course not, tell him I was here though.” You exhale, finally peeling your stare away from Namjoon and looking to Jungkook who stands beside you, handing your mum her coffee and sandwich.

“Thank you so much Jungkook, so kind of you to come today and wait with us.” She looks at your fake boyfriend with such a warm and welcoming gaze, “We definitely need to arrange a proper meeting, I’m sure Y/N’s dad will be excited to meet her new boyfriend when the times right.”

You freeze. Namjoon freezes. Jungkook sees you and Namjoon freeze.

“There’s no rush, I don’t plan on letting her go any time soon. It was nice to meet you, and I hope he’s feeling better soon.” Jungkook is polite as ever, even when the resident doctor is not-so-subtly staring at him.

“Bye mum, call me later please.” You give her a small hug, wanting nothing more than to get out of this hell hole as quick as you can.

“Of course, bye now.” She gives a small wave and disappears into the main corridor on the ward with Namjoon. Thank god that’s over.

Jungkook faces you, holding a coffee in his right hand while he smooths over your waist with his left, “Are you okay? We don’t have to go anywhere today, we could just have a bed day or whatever else you wanna do, or I can drop you off at your place if you wanna be alone.”

“A bed day with you sounds good.” You give a weak smile, even though your entire relationship is a façade you can’t fault him for his efforts today. He’s looking down at you with such kind eyes that you almost want to cry. He’s perfect, but he’s not yours.

“-Y/N?” You hear the voice before you see it’s owner, already wanting to curl up into a ball and die when your eyes land on Namjoon jogging round the corner, his white lab-like coat flapping with each movement.

“Mhm?” You face him, Jungkook’s hand still grazes your waist. The situation is uncomfortable but thankfully he doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to eye the doctor cautiously as he approaches.

“I’m really glad you met someone, you look happy.” There’s not even a microscopic spec of malice in Namjoon’s words, his smile looks genuine and he looks as though he really means what he says, which only makes everything worse. “I’ll see you around, and Jungkook was it? Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Jungkook doesn’t look confused anymore, he’s analysed the atmosphere and you can tell by his tight set jaw and the way he’s tightening the hold on your waist that he knows exactly who Namjoon is to you.

Unbeknownst to you Jungkook sees the flicker of disappointment behind Namjoon’s eyes when they finds his hand on your waist, he knows that look, that’s the expression of someone who regrets letting go. He pities Namjoon for sure, but realistically all he can ask himself is how could someone be so foolish to leave you in the first place? You’re smart, funny, caring, a little sarcastic and bratty at times but nothing he can’t handle, you’re beautiful, anyone would be an idiot to let you go.

And so this is the moment, standing with you right here in the hospital with a comforting palm on the bend of your waist, where Jungkook decides he needs to tell you the truth before it’s too late, no regrets. 

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