#who we all just want to bring inside and shelter

[matan4il]

I don’t know if you or anyone can really answer this accurately, but are GoFundMes for people living in Gaza trustworthy at all? or even trustworthy on a case by case basis? a musician I like (Maisie Peters) shared several today, with “help (these families) move out of Rafah,” and it gave me pause because I wholly believe in helping people who need it, but how can we possibly know if that contribution will go to the worthwhile places and families who need it? so much aid is being stolen by Hamas and UNRWA even still, and I have no idea how well researched any of those individual fundraisers are. I’m sure people mean well but it seems like there must be a more reliable option?

Hi Nonnie!

You're so right to be doubtful. Every humanitarian crisis brings with it a bunch of scams, but when we talk about a situation where there can be terrorists getting the aid, I think being cautious with people asking for money is extra justified. I'm glad you already know about the theft of humanitarian aid in Gaza, and are being careful.

First, I will say that the ones setting money to get people out of Gaza completely are very suspect to me. Especially now. Egypt has not only been extremely reluctant to take in refugees from Gaza, even on a temporary basis (for historic reason I won't get into, and which have little to do with "preventing ethnic cleansing"), they've doubled down on closing their border with Gaza to the point of not even allowing humanitarian aid in through their border anymore. Even before this recent development, they were only allowing in medical cases. We do know some people, related to Hamas, got out of Gaza, likely by pretending to be a medical case. This would suggest that maybe, up until the recent Egyptian crackdown, there was a way to bribe some Egyptian personnel to look the other way, and pretend regular people were medical cases, but it would take substantial amounts of money, and would be limited in how many could actually get through that way. In essence, you had no way of knowing who legitimately would take your money and use it to get out of Gaza, and who would just take your money, and do with it God only knows what. At best, just keep it to themselves, at worst use it for terrorist purposes. There is NO WAY for people outside the region to be able to check how the money will be used, or if any of the claims made by a campaign runner are legit, so anyone telling you, "This is safe, it's been vetted!" is either fooling you, or is being fooled themselves.

Inside Gaza, people don't actually need money to get out of Rafah. They can just... move out. Israel has already set up an improvised shelter city within walking distance from Rafah, it also already allows evacuation to other safe parts of south Gaza, and we know that hundreds of thousands of Palestinians have already moved out of Rafah and away from the zones designated for military action. And this costs nothing. Especially with humanitarian aid being poured non-stop into Gaza, including temporary shelters. Are those great? No. But if the goal is to get out of Rafah, it's possible to do that without paying a dime.

Bottom line, I'm not saying every fundraising campaign is untrustworthy, I'm saying that there is no way to know which one is and which one isn't, and that I personally wouldn't donate to any, because I wouldn't want my money to go to terrorist activities no matter what, and when I know that people do have alternatives and can get by, even if they don't get my donations, I'd rather be safe than sorry, meaning having to live with the possibility that my money directly got someone murdered.

I hope this helps! Take care! xoxox

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[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Hay It's Getting Cold Out

“The fuck?” Ian’s words stumbled from his lips as he walked into the apartment to find straw littering all over the kitchen floor.

Mickey’s head peeked up from behind the kitchen island and he ducked back down.

“Mickey why does our apartment look like a barn?” Ian walked over to the kitchen island and found Mickey on his knees surrounded by straw and plastic storage bins.

“I’ll clean it up.” Mickey muttered as he picked a knife up and jammed it into the bin, sawing a square into it before punching it through.

“What are you doing?” Ian asked trying not to sound accusatory but not being sure if he was succeeding.

Mickey paused and looked up at Ian, “It’s getting cold out, it's going to get colder this weekend, like below twenty degrees out.”

Ian raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, and we live in Chicago, this happens a lot in the fall and winter.” 

“Well, I wanted to do something for Clawdia, but everything I was looking at was super expensive. But then I found this do it yourself thing and it would only cost about ten bucks.”

“Claudia?” 

Mickey grimaced, “Clawdia, the cat that has the missing leg that hangs out around the pool in the summer.”

“You named her Clawdia?”

Mickey groaned, “Yes I named her, yes I’ve been feeding her, and no I don’t want her to get cold this winter, so I’m making her this cat house. But when I went to ordered the straw to get delivered I thought a bale was only like a pound or two, turns out it’s a fuckton. So I’m making more than one for any of Clawdia’s friends that get cold this winter and want a nice warm box.”

Ian felt his lips curve up in a smile, “That’s so s-”

“Fuck off Gallagher.” Mickey huffed sinking back down to keep sawing at the plastic bin.

“You know if you wanted a cat-”

Mickey groaned, “Fuck OFF.” 

Ian looked at the mess and shook his head, he went to the bedroom and put his phone on the charger before digging into the closet and grabbing another knife from the closet.

He came back into the kitchen and sunk onto the floor across from Mickey.

Mickey eyed him as he grabbed another one of the storage bins and stabbed the knife into the side before sawing a line into it.

Ian glanced up at Mickey and grinned as he sawed the square out of the bin and punched it through.

Together they made six cat shelters, even with each one stuffed full of hay they still had a good amount left over.

“How about we go to the hardware store and get some wood? Make a big shelter for the rest of the hay?” Ian suggested when they finished sweeping and bagging the remainder of the straw up from the kitchen floor.

“I didn’t want to make it a big project.” Mickey sighed tying the bag up and shoving it aside.

“I know, but I’m sure we can budget it enough to make it work, besides what else would we use the hay for?” Ian asked with a laugh.

Mickey smirked, “Well, there is that fantasy about doing it in the loft of a barn in the hay.”

Ian’s laugh slipped from his face and he looked at his husband sternly, “We are NOT putting that hay in our bed.”

Mickey laughed reaching up and cupping Ian’s face with his hands, “C’mon Carrot Farmer, you know you need to make sure the stable hand is doing the chores.” 

Ian let Mickey pull him into a kiss before gripping his wrists gently, “No way. Now let’s get these ones out to Clawdia before it does get cold out.”

Mickey rolled his eyes, “Spoil sport.”

“Well we couldn’t have done that at a better time.” Ian muttered as he looked at the picture Mickey had sent him.

Clawdia the three legged cat in one of the shelter boxes with four little puffy kittens around her.

“You know, that extra room we have would make a good nursery.” Mickey mused over the phone.

“No way.” Ian’s voice was firm, but when he looked at that photo again he felt his heart melting.

“Only Clawdia, and only her kittens. And once they’re all old enough we’re getting them all fixed.”

“Glad you’re agreeable because I already brought them inside. And since we still had that hay I took out the drawers of the dresser and put some in each.”

[itz-amani]

ADOPT ME HUMAN [What if Sukuna is a cat]

Cat Sukuna x reader [Part 1] imagines [Photos are not mine] kinda inspired [GRAMMAR ERROR ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE]

''To all JJK cat lovers your main course has arrived''

-Omg him as a cat? Pffft.. The King of curses? More like The King of Kittens [Lol]

-You planned to adopt a pet since your roommate left you because of marriage .You dont want to get lonely so Why not having a pet as a company?

-So you decided to have a cat as your pet and go to the animal shelter for strays to get one .The owner who is in charge of the place guides you inside to see those animals.

-While the owner guiding you something caught your eye in one of the cages. A kinda red-perisian cat with markings with red eyes and sharp claws.

-The owner said that the cat is a little bit ferocious and scared about its surroundings. But to you, he is just a little puffball who needs help.

-You looked at the cat with your sincere smile saying ''Aren't you a poor little thing?'' and proceeds to play with his nose through the bar cage without a warning.

-So you decided to take him with you and named him ''Sukuna''

-Sukuna wanted to attack you at the first but surprisingly you aren't scared of him .He got more curious about you .

-Sukuna also thinks that you are fool for adopting him ''What a foolish human having me as a pet. Does she thinks who I am?'' [Like I said the King of Kittens ]

-You bring him to your apartment and welcomed him him ''Welcome home Suku-'' You noticed he ignored you by him immediately sit on the couch turned into a loaf , never wanting to look at your face

-You jawdropped

-Okay its fine you thought ''Okay its his first time in my apartment its okay if he acts like that'' WE NEED PATIENCE WITH AN ANIMAL

-Sooo.. You went to the couch sit beside Sukuna and pat his head and introduced yourself to him [Okay I did that to my cat]

-He wanted to scratch you for touching him ''How dare you human-'' but when you patted his head he immediately purrs in your touch ''What kind of foolish affection are trying to give me-O-Oh my..''

[Part 1] LIKE FOR PART 2

[strawberryblue-blog]

Insecurities —FC Barcelona.

summary: How would they react to your insecurities?

warnings: none. sad, angst.

Pedri.

He can't stand to hear you cry because you hate your body, he will do his best to help you with that.

Little things that will make you start to look at yourself differently. He really supports you, he wants to show you how much he likes you, that it's okay to love yourself and that you can do better. You are precious to Pedri and he understands that you are not sure of yourself, so he will love you for both of you.

You don't have to be ashamed with him, Pedri also sometimes has his issues with self-doubt and insecurity, so he understands you. But he doesn't want you to keep suffering, he's going to love you just the way you are. You don't have to be the prettiest, or the thinnest, or the tallest. You just have to be you and that's enough for him.

Ferran Torres.

Ferran really loves to take pictures of you, even when he knows you hate them because you never look good in them. But for him you look so beautiful that he can't help it and wants to make a monument with your photos.

He is aware of your hatred of seeing yourself in photos or mirrors but he wants you to get over it, he wants to help you to be able to see yourself without hating yourself. Ferran loves you so much and obviously doesn't like to see you suffering, image is not everything. He cares about your well being, your mental health, your soul and your heart.

He will show all his love for you, kisses, caresses, hugs that will make you feel safe in his arms, sheltered and protected. He will upload pictures of you with beautiful phrases and will help you to overcome it little by little.

Pablo Gavi.

He is aware of all the effort you make every day to love yourself a little more, he is the reason why you do it and the person who supports you the most in that sense.

He understands your ups and downs that you usually have but he is glad that you alone can turn the situation around. He loves you just the way you are, no matter what you look like, he loves every part of your body and your personality. He doesn't want to burden you with it but if he could he would tell you at home second how beautiful you are on the outside and especially on the inside.

He hopes that together you can get through this, loving and supporting each other like you normally do. He can't wait to show you the immense love he has for you, make you feel loved, wanted and safe. That when you are with him, you can be you completely.

Joao Felix.

He really strives to help you love him every day, with his words, with his caresses, with his heart. Joao usually brings out his most romantic side when we talk about you.

You don't have to pretend to feel good with him, you can tell him anything you want, you can cry, you can just say nothing, Joao will be there for you. He will deny and help you understand that not everything is physical and that your mind is your strongest armor.

He fell in love with you in every possible way, he doesn't need you to be pretty, or tall, or slim, Joao wants to be your refuge, to love you and show you that he will be with you when you need him the most and that he will support you in everything.

Fermin Lopez.

He doesn't like to hear you say that you don't like such and such a thing about yourself, or that you would like to change something about yourself, he hates it. Because he loves every corner of you shamelessly, he admires you and is proud of who you are. He doesn't care about anything but your happiness and love.

Fermin thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world, he chose you for a reason, everything about you made him fall in love. Neither your height, nor your weight, nor your skin color, nor your language define you. He knows your heart, your intentions, your abilities and that makes him fall in love with you every day.

Sometimes he thinks the world is too cruel and that no one should feel that way, so he will try to help you in any way he can, he wants you to know that he will be there for you no matter what and that he loves you more than anyone else.

Marc Guiu.

If there is someone who understands you, it is Marc. He is also a bit insecure with himself, you are still young and growing. Sometimes he thinks that he is not enough and that he could do better, that maybe you are too much for him. But you know how to support each other in spite of that.

Marc loves you with all your problems and insecurities, just as you love him. You don't need anything but your love for each other to survive. You learned to know each other, to understand each other, to listen to each other and most importantly to love each other.

You are both so secure when you are together, when you laugh, when you kiss, when you love each other, when you are yourselves.Your hearts will grow stronger and your minds will heal little by little as long as you have each other.

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Lost Love

(Small story I thought about doing until I write another request that I got, also be looking out I’m working on 4 request at a time then the rest at once💕)

Cha Hyun su x fem reader

Genre: Just a bit emotional

It’s been a year since you last saw Hyun su after trying his self into the military to keep the remaining survivors of Green Home safe , so we all would be able to saved and took to a shelter/camp that was meant for any survivors

Since then you lived with the regret of not telling him about the baby , both you and Hyun su moved in together in your first apartment at Green home , since you were a bit more social you made a few friends inside the building , but most of you time was spent with Hyun su

When the apocalypse started. Hyun su started to have serious noise bleeds , times where he would black out or there were even moments you felt like he want your Hyun su

After gathering with the remaining survivors you soon learned that Hyun su was a special case of the monsters that now roamed the city

After a while you found out you were pregnant, deciding it wasn’t the right time as you kept the pregnancy to yourself .. not knowing Hyun su would turn his self in the same night

Now here you were a year later with two beautiful children, a boy and a little girl , even though it’s been just a year they were already at the age of 12

Before giving birth to Cha Hee (son) and Cha Hui (girl) , you escaped from the shelter finding a small abandoned camper , the only joy out it was that it was two small rooms that had a full sized bed in both , a small kitchen and dining area that was in the middle and the driver seat that was locked right when you entered the camper

Your pregnancy was pretty easy we’re surprised you along the way , except that you felt your self changing as you started to hear a voice in your head , you belly barely as it looked like you were just bloated from a good meal or something, but you knew you were pregnant, the hardest part of the whole pregnancy was the birth , since you didn’t have any support, you ended up giving birth to the twins inside the camper in your small room , bring down on a spare dry towel you had to hold in your scrams as you gave birth to both Cha Hee and Ch Hui

After giving birth to the twins you noticed how much you’ve changed, your eyes had I slight hit of green with time making your neon eyes now look unnatural, you half grew a bit longer as you soon realized that you gave in to your desires , now becoming a monster but some how keeping it in control.. maybe it was because you had not one but two people to protect

After a few months after having Cha Hee and Cha Hui you soon realized that they weren’t exactly human either , as Cha Hee was born with bright blue eyes , Cha Hui was born with Green eyes

There was a few differences between the two as Cha Hee, he was a quite child , who could make a person go crazy after a certain amount of days soon resulting in their suicide or the death of everyone around them including them selves if you were lucky enough to stay on his good side he would use his touch to show your most happiest memories

Cha Hui was a bit different she was a cold child , always quietly analyzing others , but even though she seemed cold she was super nice once you got to know her , her touch could either set your ablaze as you scream in pain and agony or you could fall into a deep sleep that no one could wake you out of as you live out your deepest fears over and over again, but like her brother if your were no harm to her mother or Cha Hee she could show you your happiest memories ,you didn’t discover this until it happened in front of your eyes

After that you had Cha Hee and Cha Hui to keep on a special pair of gloves that were handmade by you, it made you feel a bit more safe if no one would discover there powers then any one would assume their normal kids , the only thing that would make any one realize their twins it their dark black hair that resembles Cha Hyun Su’s

As you laid in your bed as you start to realize that it’s been quite for a while now , thinking that the the twins were in bed as you stand to your feet , slowly walking out of your room and you peek into their room that was located on the right of yours

Seeing that the room was empty as you start to become slightly worried , heading for the kitchen finning area to see that they weren’t there either

‘Where are they’ the voice in stead your head says as you frantically search the camper a second time just to make sure , but when you saw they weren’t there you quickly open the doors to the camper heading down the three small steps as you head out the door looking left and right frantically as you run straight heading down the road as you call out both Cha Hee and Cha Hui’s names

Not getting a response from neither of your babies as you start to panic thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to them

What if they ran into humans? Or worse the military? , as your mind starts to cloud with questions that only made you panic more , you soon came to a hault as you heard a few giggles , looking around the area as you notice a small grader dome

Taking a small breathe in and out as you head inside the small dome , eyeing scanning around the flowers that bloomed with life , causing you to feel a bit calm but still worrying for you babies

After a while of walking down the small trail you come to a stop , as you feel your body tense up , confusion shown in your eyes

There was Cha Hee and Cha Hui.. but they weren’t alone , there stood Hyun su with a girl that seemed to be around the age of 14 as she talked to Cha Hui who had a small smile on her face , it took a while before Cha Hyun su noticed your presence , eyes locking with your as Ah-yo turned to see why Hyun su was so quite , eyes slowly following his as they land on you soon catching the attention of the twins

“MOMMY” Cha Hee screams out with joy as he runs toward you wrapping his arms around your waist with a smile

“Mom , look we made a new friend” Cha Hee says as pulls away from the hug grabbing a hold of your hand as he pulls you towards Hyun su , Ah-yi and Cha Hui as Cha Hui soon stand beside you wrapping her arms around you as she looks at Ah-hi and Hyun su

“This is Ah-yi and Hyun su” Cha Hee says as he points to both Ah-yi and Hyun su

“And this is our mom , Reader” Cha Hui says as she tightens her hold eyes still watching Ah-yi and Hyun su who eyes now look at you with pure shock

“M-Mom…” Hyun su says as his head hangs low , Ah- yi noticing the hurt in his voice , after a few seconds his head slowly rises eyes now shining blue as he gives you a cold stare

“ After everything we done for you.. to keep you safe , and you have some assholes child , correction children” Hyun su says eyes staring daggers in to yours as you feel a shiver flow down your spine

“I-It’s not like that” You reply as you look down down your feet not able to look him in the eye

“Wait..you know her” Ah-yo says as she looks between you and Hyun su in confusion

“I do actually in fact she’s our dear girlfriend, well was it seems” Hyun su says eyes now looking both at you , Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“I didn’t cheat okay.. I just..” you say looking back in to Hyun Su’s eyes tears now threading to fall

“I don’t know how to tell you and it was to late.. you let us alone” you managed to choke out as tears start to flow, Shock showing on Hyun Su’s face as he looks between Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“T-Their .. mine” Hyun su says eyes slowing turning to normal as he slowly falls to his knees , tears falsify flowing down his face as he looks at you with a sorry expression

“I-I didn’t mean to .. I-I just wanted to keep you safe..I..” before he could finish his sentence Cha Hee warped his in a warm hug as Cha Hui looks him in his teary eyes

“So .. your our father” Cha Hui says as her green eyes watches Hyu su closely as he slowly nods his head in agreement, slowly walking towards Hyun su as she slowly wraps her arms around him pulling him and Cha Hee in a hug

“I had a weird feeling .. it explains why we were okay with you keeping us company” Cha Hee says with apart smile

After a while of hugging , Hyun su informs you on Ah-yi and how he has been taking care of her since she was pretty much born , listening as Hyun su talks about Ah-yi like a proud father , which he was, he starts to feel guilty about missing his own kids growing up deciding to keep not only Ah-yo but you and both Cha Hee and Cha Hui close and safe

[writerswall26]

My Sweet Cairo (Part 2)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Student-Teacher relations. Other than that, none that I know of (but feel free to correct me)

Words: 1.7k

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A/N: Thank you for the warm welcome. But I think confusion would start here before the good climax. Happy Reading!

"Before we start our lesson, we want to congratulate our soccer team’s captain for winning us the semi finals last saturday night." Mr. Miller told the class where they cheered and whistled. Y/N smiling humbly while she saw Cairo clapping with them, a warm smile on her face.

"Told yah we'll bring home the championship this year." Y/N told Mr. Miller who laughed.

"I do hope so. Alright, let's continue!" He clapped and proceeded with their class.

Despite Cairo just sitting prettily in the front row, Y/N did not mind her as she was so engrossed with their lesson.

After their class, Y/N waited for Cairo outside of class patiently and she was out in minutes with Winnie.

"What do you want now, superstar?" Winnie asked in playful annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes as well. "I'm not here for you, miss creepy girl. I'm here for her." Y/N said, turning to Cairo with a sweet smile.

"To what do I owe you, superstar?" Cairo teased which made Y/N groan as she leaned her head back.

"See what you did there?" She turned to Winnie who raised her hands in surrender which Cairo giggled.

"What is it?" Cairo finally asked, curiously.

"Would you want to have dinner with me? Saturday night?" Y/N asked, fidgeting on the strap of her duffel bag.

"Are you asking me on a date?" The smile on Cairo's face never left.

Y/N shrugged. "If you want to call it that, I'm not complaining." She smiled.

Winnie and Cairo gave each other a look before the shorter girl turned to her.

"I'd take you up on it, but I got something going on saturday, I'm sorry." And that, my friend, hurts like a fucking bitch.

Y/N nodded, her face faltering at the rejection. But she still managed to smile and nodded.

"I see. It's okay." She said, starting to walk back slowly. "I'll see you around, then."

She was not feeling herself after that but she saw this coming as well. It's reaching to say that Cairo's gonna accept immediately after just a small interaction and one game.

"What's with the long face, sweetheart?" Jasmine asked as soon as she sat down in their physics class.

Y/N gave her a small smile as she shook her head, getting the rejection out of her head. "Nothing, just feeling a little under the weather." She said and said nothing more.

She was bummed out until saturday and her mother noticed it.

"What's wrong, darling? You've been looking a little down lately." Y/M/N, her mum, said while putting the lasagna on the table.

Y/N smiled at her mum. "Nothing. Just tired." She said before she stood up.

"Where are you going? We're gonna have lunch soon." Her mother called her but she just continued walking.

"I'm gonna take a breather. Don't wait up. Love you." She said before she took her bike and went for a small ride.

She was feeling the breeze and all that when the rain started pouring.

"Goodness gracious!" She muttered as she went faster to find a place to shelter on. And she did, on a big tree in front of Vanderbilt. She was drying herself up when her gaze fell on two particular people on the porch of the place.

"What the fuck?" She muttered to herself, it's Cairo and Mr. Miller, close to each other, smoking.

Her mind was running a thousand times over. What the fuck is Mr. Miller doing with Cairo outside of class? But then again, both of them are writers, it's a poetry place. She stared for a long time, watching and waiting and praying for nothing to happen. And when nothing did, she let out a small sigh.

She shook her head to get back to her senses before she rode her bike again. An anger about to blow inside her and the more she stays, the more it bubbles. She can't have that. So, she rode, fast on the rough wet road.

"Fuck!" She screamed over and over and over again until her tires bumped into something, causing her to lose her balance and be thrown off her bike a couple of feet away, her body slamming on the rough road causing a few nasty scratches in her left arm and a bump on her head.

She laid there, breathing heavily as she tried to feel her body, her legs, her arms. Thankfully, she's still functioning. So she pushed herself up, groaning as she limped to her bike, she checked on it first and was thankful that it was not wrecked. She sighed before she got on her bike and pushed through despite her entire body aching from the impact.

When she got home, her mum immediately rushed to her, checking her up from head to toe before leading her to the living room couch to sit.

"What happened to you, darling?" Her mum asked worriedly as she got a baskin of hot water and her medical kit.

"Didn't see a rock on the way." She answered quietly as her mother started tending to her.

"Was it pouring hard? You should've taken shelter and waited for it to stop." Her mum said softly while cleaning her scratches on her arm and face.

The two of them were silent while her mum's patching her up. After she was done, she kissed Y/N's forehead and fixed the things she used.

"Go get changed before we have our dinner." Y/M/N said, she did what she was asked to.

Y/N walked up to her room, threw her clothes in the laundry basket and changed. The image in her head was not leaving but she soon blocked it out when her mother called her for dinner.

"The finals is a week away. You should take care of your body if you want to win." Y/M/N told her gently while giving her a portion of her food.

Y/N smiled softly. "I know. I was being reckless, I'm sorry I made you worry."

Y/M/N smiled, patting her hand gently before they started their dinner together.

"Will you be able to watch?" Y/N asked in the middle of their dinner.

Y/M/N grinned beautifully. "Of course. I've already told the hospital I'm taking a leave to watch my wonderful daughter crush the opposing team and win that championship cup!"

Y/N chuckled at her mum's enthusiasm. "That's over reaching, mother." She says but her mum shook her head.

"This is your final game before university and you will, for sure, by no means, win the cup. And I'm so so proud of you."

Y/N's heart warmed at her mother's proud smile. She's been talking non-stop about this championship and how it's gonna look on her university portfolio, so her mother wanted her to do her best to win this championship this season.

On monday when she got to her English class, worried looks were thrown her way when they saw her wounds and the scratch on her face. Even Winnie did not give her the usual flirty attitude she usually gives whenever she sat down beside her.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked worriedly, checking her up.

Y/N shrugged. "Just some scratches here and there."

"You have an entire bandage on your arm, Y/N. Not to mention, that thing on your face. That's not some scratch." Winnie said, concern laced in her voice.

Y/N gave her a smirk. "You worried now, sweetheart?" She tried but Winnie did not smile one bit.

Y/N sighed and faced her to show her the bandage. "Look, I fell off my bike, okay? But I'm perfectly fine now. My mum made sure of that the entire weekend." She assured the girl.

Winnie stayed quiet for a moment before she nodded. "Sure you're okay though? No broken bones or something?"

Y/N chuckled. Winnie can be adorable when she wants to.

"I'm perfectly fine. No broken bones or something." She assured Winnie who nodded with a smile.

Their class starts with Mr. Miller introducing another quote from a book and they're to make their own interpretation of it and present it in their next class.

After their class, Y/N immediately fixed her things hoping to run away from a certain brunette girl which she failed miserably as she was already in front of Y/N before the taller girl even had the chance to step out.

"What happened to you?" Cairo asked, her voice gentle and worried.

Usually, Y/N would smile and be all giddy but after what she saw last saturday, it's like all the happiness in the world had vanished.

"I fell off my bike. Excuse me." Y/N said, pushing past Cairo who followed her outside.

"Are you really going to be like this?" She heard Cairo saying from behind her.

Y/N groaned, letting her head fall back before she turned to look at the smaller girl. Winnie's even worried while watching.

"Like what, Cairo?" She asked, annoyance evident in her voice.

"This." Cairo said, pointing a hand at her as she walks in front of Y/N. "Are you really going to ignore me? What? Because I said no to you last saturday?"

Y/N's ears tinged at what was being accused of her. She wanted to burst out and say she saw her and Mr. Miller at Vanderbilt together, close and inappropriate. But she refrained herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves down.

"I'm not avoiding you. I have physics. And why do I care if you're out somewhere with God knows who? I'm not expecting you to say yes just because we had a small interaction and you watched one of my games. I'm not that shallow." Y/N's voice was restrained, her face red from trying to calm down.

Cairo was shocked to see this. She was not expecting Y/N to have a side like this. The few times she's seen this girl, she's always smiling and laughing. Never this angry.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Let me make it up to you. Come by to my place, let's have dinner tonight." Cairo said, holding a hand to Y/N's chest and caressing it gently. Her big brown eyes are soft and apologetic.

Y/N stared at her for a moment before she sighed, bowing her head to calm before she gave out a small smile.

"Forget it." Y/N said as she stepped back, letting Cairo's hand fall on her side with a pained look.

"Finals on Saturday night, Winnie. Hope to see you there." Y/N said before she walked back and went to her physics class, not bothering to throw Cairo another glance.

[greatooglymooglyyy]

The Last Ride (An AU Cowboy!C.Sturniolo Story)

summary: when spoiled and sheltered city girl Y/N finds herself in running in the wrong crowd, her dad gives her an ultimatum. it's either spend the summer of her gap year on her uncle's ranch or face being cut off and finding a job. just when she thinks it can't get any worse, she meets Chris, the brooding farmhand who thinks he knows her type. but as the summer goes on, they both realize there may be more to the other than meets the eye.

requested and advised by @rootbeerworshiper

contains: cursing, drinking, drug use, emotional manipulation, kissing, sexual aggression, 1.2k words

a/n: hiiiii guys, welcome. this is my first real series and i really hope you like it. this chapter is set up and does not include Chris yet. we'll met him in chapter one. but i wanted to establish Y/N first. love you guys.

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Prologue

“You have to come! We’re literally celebrating your birthday.” Brielle whines, frowning over her latte at me.

I roll my eyes, lean back in my chair, and cross my arms. ”My birthday isn’t for another two weeks. You guys just want an excuse to party.”

Jace tuts, throwing his arm over the back of my chair and leaning forward to give me his signature grin. “C’mon, don’t turn all lame on us. It’ll be fun. We haven’t had a good party since graduation.”

My heart speeds up stupidly at his attention, especially when he moves his hand up to squeeze my shoulder. I sigh, letting my eyes scan the table of my friend’s faces, before agreeing reluctantly.

The conversation turns to who’s bringing the alcohol and I pick my phone up, tuning them out. I love my friends, I really do. But lately, I don’t know how much I like them. Everything with them is so fucking boring. If it’s not about a party, drugs, or who’s wearing knockoff Cartier, they never have anything to say.

But as I think this, Jace leans over me to speak to one of the boys and I remember why I deal with any of this at all. He’s been my best friend for more than half my life and I’ve been in love with him for longer than I can remember. I resist the urge to push his floppy hair out of his face, knowing he only likes me to touch him when no one is around to see.

I push the thoughts out of my head and send my dad a text to let them know I won’t be at family night tonight making up an excuse about researching colleges. The sad face my he sends back almost immediately squeezes my heart but I just set my phone down and look up at my friends.

“So what are we wearing?”

***********

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I exclaim as Jace pulls into the parking lot. The parking lot of my dad’s new investment, a run-down old abandoned warehouse.

“Jace, my dad will actually kill me if we get caught.” He rolls his eyes as he puts the car in park, reaching over to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Can you relax? We’re not going to get caught, alright?" He winks at me before opening his door and hopping out.

"Be careful when you get out. Last time you left smudges on my door." He says before closing his door and heading inside.

"Oh no!" I mutter sarcastically. "Not fingerprints on your precious Lexus." I sigh and drop my head into my hands, needing a second before I get out.

Brielle and Lydia giggle in the backseat, opening the door and sliding out before smoothing down their miniskirts. “Hurry up, Y/N. I don’t want the boys flirting with any randos just because we’re not there.”

“Randos? I thought this was just going to be a few of us!” I say, finally stepping out of the car carefully. Lydia shrugs, locking arms with Brielle and walking ahead of me into the party. I tilt my head up at the sky, straining to see the stars, and send up a little prayer that tonight doesn’t get out of control before I follow them in.

The warehouse is filthy and I turn my nose up as I avoid stepping on the broken glass and beer cans littering the floor, but the boys have clearly tried to set the mood. There are a few folding tables scattered around the space, one piled with cheap bottles of liquor; they always keep the top shelf for the in-crowd. They've strung up some lights that give the space some much-needed light and someone bought a speaker that is blasting Drake.

There are people everywhere already and I scan through the bodies until I spot Jace in a corner leaning over some blonde. Of course. I ignore the feeling in my chest and push through the crowd until I find the rest of my friends. Brielle gives me a sympathetic look when she sees my face and I shrug with forced indifference.

“Pass me the Don Julio.”

***********

I giggle uncontrollably as I sway to the music in the middle of the crowd. Lydia grinds on some guy she just met, looking over her shoulder to see if her boyfriend notices.

I feel a hand on my waist and I turn to see Jace giving me his grin. “Are you drunk?”

“N-No!” I hiccup, immediately breaking into laughter that he joins.

“Come on.” He grabs my hand and leads me to a storage room, shutting the door behind us. I look up at him in confusion before he comes closer, dunking his head to kiss me roughly. I kiss him back cautiously but when he puts his hand up my dress, I push him away with a hand on his chest.

“Wait, Jace. Not here.” He rolls his eyes and leans forward again, pressing me into the wall.

“I’m serious!” I say, pushing him away again. He huffs in anger and steps back, glaring at me.

“Why are you such a fucking prude all of a sudden?” He barks out and I blink at him in surprise.

“Because I don’t want to fuck in some storage closet in the middle of a party?” I ask sarcastically, leaning on the wall to help my balance.

“God, you are such a princess.” He sniffs, rubbing his arm over his nose and it clicks.

“Oh my god, Jace. Seriously? You said you were done with cocaine.” I snap, reaching forward to place a hand on his arm but he snatches away.

“What are you, my mother?" He scoffs, turning away from me. "Whatever dude. I’m out of here. You’re not the only pussy at this party.” He says, throwing open the door and slamming it shut behind him.

I stand frozen for a minute before hunching over and placing my hands on my knees. I bite back the sobs that are threatening to fall and try to compose myself. I knew before I ever started this friends with benefits bullshit with Jace that he'd break my heart, telling myself it'd be worth it to have him at all. But Jace off blow is a whole different breed of asshole. I give myself a few more minutes before I straighten up and prepare to go back to the party.

But when I place my hand on the door handle, I get a gut feeling that something is wrong. The hum of the party has changed; the music has been cut and the chatter sounds more panicked now than fun.

I throw the door open and step out, seeing everyone running around and grabbing their stuff. I ask someone who's passing by what's going on but they ignore me and jet outside.

“Freeze!”

My heart hits the floor and I curse loudly as realization sets in. Cops. I look around for Jace or any of my friends but they are nowhere to be found. They have to be here. They wouldn’t have left me. Would they?

I try to figure out what to do next but in my confusion, I run right into a police officer who looks very unimpressed.

“We got one.” He says over his shoulder, taking my arm.

No. No. No. I groan in defeat, letting him lead me to the patrol car when I hear a familiar voice behind me and turn.

“It’s okay, officer. Unfortunately, that one belongs to me.” My dad says, the disappointment so thick in his voice that I bring my eyes to the ground.

Great.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Hello Can you please do spidider verse characters also with a reader with anxiety were the spiders are hanging out with a friend alot and the readers anxiety kinda acts up (idk if thats what you call it.)?

A Quiet Moment In A Sea of Chaos

Spiderverse Characters and how they comfort their partner (Reader) that has an anxiety attack

(Including Eddie/Venom and Spider-Medic!)

A/N: This is all based off of various panic attacks I've suffered through, and different methods I use to help calm myself down from them.

Miguel O'Hara:

• You and Miguel were in the middle of a big company party at Alchemax, full of snobbish jerks who sneered at the dumbest comments and inside jokes.

You stood, holding onto Miguel's thick arm beneath his suit as he put on his best, fakest smile he could manage to plaster on his gorgeously plush lips, his sensitive eyes shielded behind his glasses. Sure he was odd for wearing the dark lenses indoors, but he was rich enough that nobody questioned it. And besides, it really put his whole outfit together.

He exuded physical prowess and success. And usually, just having him near you was enough to make you feel just as confident as he was in these sort of gatherings.

But right now? Right now you were freaking out. You bottled it all up inside, but all you could think about was wanting to shrink down, crawl into Miguel's suit pocket, and hide there for the rest of the night, to escape the stares and snickers of the other snobby party goers that settled into your skin like a horrible mist.

• Miguel took notice, his ear twitching as he heard your heart thud in your chest, so frightened like an animal wanting to escape a cage. He heard your breathing get shallow, weaker.

He excused the two of you from the droll conversation he had been sucked into so he could bring you out onto the balcony, hoping that the cool nighttime summer breeze would help ease your concerns.

He would bring you close, caging your smaller frame against his, crushing you in a tight hug, smothering you in the calming scent of his cologne and the very essence that is him.

Miguel your pet your back softly, whispering sweet things into your ear.

"Mi amor. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. Just breathe." He would say to you.

"Your heart is pounding, sweetheart. I can hear it like a gunshot going off in my ear. I'm going to hold you as long as it takes, okay?"

You would nod, bunching the expensive fabric of his suit in your fingers as he talked you through your waves of anxiety, soothing and kissing away any nervous tears that spilled.

"That's mi vida." He would smile down at you warmly, his glasses automatically tinting so you could see his warm eyes clearly in the lower light out on the balcony.

His full lips quirked up in such a way your heart fluttered in an entirely different manner, the gaze he was giving you so soft and warm that it could break hearts of any caught in it.

It didn't break yours however. All it did was remind you that you were safe in the only shelter you had from the chaotic storm that was your own anxiety; whisking you away to a paradise where your fears could not harm you.

"I'm not going anywhere, love." He would say to you, his voice full of tenderness and love.

"Come on. I'll tell them something came up and we can go home." He would say to you. "If I have to hear one more word from that asshole McLenny, I'm going to hang myself anyways."

When you finally laughed, Miguel grinned.

Pavitr Prabhakar:

• You guys were hanging out in the cafeteria at Spider Society HQ, Hobie regaling you, Pavitr, and Jess with his most recent anarchistic victory over the Osborne of his universe.

You had been picking at the fabric of your suit hard as Hobie talked. You felt their eyes glued to you after a short time, feeling a nasty feeling roiling around in your gut, but you couldn't focus on it. All you could focus on was the floor, so shiny that it reflected the lights and images of your friends and boyfriend with such blinding clarity that it gave you a migraine and made your panic attack rise more violently.

You were so consumed by the feeling gnawing at your gut that you didn't notice when Pavitr told Jess and Hobie that he needed to get you out of there.

Hobie and Jess knew about your anxiety, and Jess, her maternal instincts flaring heavily to life, felt her protective nature surge forward as mama bear ushered Pavitr to get you out of there quicker.

• Pavitr frantically looked for a place to bring you, not stopping until he found an empty office room to sit you down in.

"Hey, hey, lovie." Pavitr cooed at you, kneeling in front of you as he pulled off his mask to meet your gaze.

The lenses of your mask made it difficult for him to see if you were looking at him, so he raised his hands to gently peel yours off your face.

"There's my love." He would smile at you softly upon seeing your face. The face he loved so much.

"Wanna sit in here til everything calms down? I can play a podcast for you on my phone!" He chirps proudly, his eyes sparkling like little gems.

You sniffle and smile, nodding silently in response.

Pavitr would sit lotus style on the floor, pulling you into his lap as he hummed and played the most relevant podcast he could find.

Once it started, he'd place his phone on the floor and rock slowly back and forth, letting you melt into his arms as the voices droned on from the speaker in his phone.

"That's it, lovie. Just breathe for me, huh? Can't have that gorgeous brain of yours pass out on me!"

Peter B Parker:

• You guys were at a party with some other parents. It was a get-together a young couple in your apartment building started for other first-time parents to tots and toddlers.

They decided to hold it at the community center down the street.

The amount of people talking to you in one crowded room, the kids squealing and laughing, toys slamming down, crying, the sounds of the chairs scraping on the floor had your pulse racing like a racehorse.

Peter B would feel it, the hair-raising feeling on the back of his neck as Mayday crashed her stuffed fish into the stuffed bear he had in his hand, babbling and cooing to him as she blew raspberries.

His Spidey senses were tingling hardcore as he picked up on your discomfort, watching how you practically slapped your own face and wiped downwards to ground yourself, to distract yourself from your anxiety as it bubbled up beneath your skin.

But it wasn't enough, there were just too many bodies around you, too many voices, too many noises.

You just.. Couldn't.

• Peter would quickly stand up, cradling Mayday against him as he moved towards you as fast as he could without tripping.

"Hey, honey..." He would say softly to you. "You okay?"

"No. I can't--I can't breathe." You croaked.

Even little Mayday seemed to pick up on your discomfort, as she so innocently held out her stuffed fishy to you, babbling in her baby talk as her big beautiful eyes met yours.

You sniffled and took the toy and held it against you as Peter walked you into the deserted kitchen to get you somewhere calmer. It wasn't much privacy, but it helped put you at ease.

It calmed you enough that you were able to take Mayday in your arms, burying your face in her ever-messy curls, breathing in the lingering scent of the baby shampoo in the bright red strands.

Peter meanwhile, rubbed your back and kissed your temple, Mayday content to snuggle into you and talk in a language only other babies seemed to understand.

Thanks to your lovely husband and darling baby, they were able to bring you out of your little bubble of fear and worry.

Peter looked at you with such a soft and loving gaze you felt your heart swell.

"Hey, that's my favorite human in the whole universe!"

Mayday frowned and stuck her chin out at him, her little lip wobbling in response.

"Okay, okay, one of my favorite humans in the whole universe!" He grinned, giving you both messy kisses on the cheek, rubbing his face into yours as he laughed.

"Why don't we go on home, and watch a nice little movie huh? Just the three of us."

You couldn't help but agree. It sounded like a nice, calm oasis. Perfect.

Hobie Brown:

• You and Hobie were sitting with his band after a successful gig, celebrating in the dressing room of the pub; knocking back some cold brews and eating some cheap takeout. Everyone was laughing and joking, loudly.

Hobie had been watching you out of the corner of his eye, like Peter B, his Spider senses telling him something you weren't voicing as you quietly sat, frosty glass in your hands as you stared into the yellowish, foamy brew.

You were busy tuning the world out, shutting everything down as sweat trickled down your back and all you could hear was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you; the edges of your vision started to blur as tunnel vision began to set in.

You didn't even notice when Hobie excused himself from the celebrations to gently tug you to your feet, holding your hand firmly in his as he walked you out into the alley behind the pub, the cool evening mist settling on your skin as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

• Hobie turned you around, bringing you to his chest as he leaned down, his mouth at the shell of your ear.

"Ey, luv. It's alright. Just breathe." He would say.

"I'm here, it's all right. Just breathe slowly, count your breaths, count your heart. Or better yet, count how many times you hear a car honk from some tosspot who don't know what they're doin', eh?"

He smiled when, even in your stupor, a thin laugh snaked out of you.

"That's it, baby. Want more jokes? I got plenty."

"Yes... please. Something to..."

"Ay, ay. Say no more. So, listen to this, right? A pastor and a cop walk into a pub..."

He would continue spitting out horrible joke after joke, even the raunchy ones that made you choke on your own spit. He would keep going until your body was shaking not from your anxiety attack, but your effort to contain your laughter.

When you finally admitted you were ready to go inside again, he smiled happily.

"Kay, luv. Let's continue on with our after-party, huh?"

Eddie/Venom:

• You guys were out at a new club that opened, it took a bit of coaxing on both Eddie and Venom's behalf to get you to leave your apartment and venture out into the night life, but they did it.

However, when they met up with Anne and her boyfriend, you felt the air shift. Being around Eddie's ex just felt so awkward and had your baby hairs standing up as your fingers nervously drummed on your thigh.

Yes, Anne and Eddie were on good terms, but ugh! Why couldn't your brain just shut up for five seconds? Anne didn't hate you, she genuinely enjoyed your company and was happy that Eddie and Venom found someone who could handle them both.

Hell, you'd go so far as to claim Anne probably considered you a friend.

Maybe it was being around her, or the fact your social anxiety couldn't handle the bass of the music, the crowds of dancing and weaving people combined with the loud atmosphere... But you buried your face in your arms as you leaned against the wall, your back to the throng of the crowd.

You could feel eyes on your back, you swore you could hear people talk about you, which only compounded the feelings that settled a heavy weight in your chest as you felt tears start to break free from the dam you tried to erect.

You jumped when you felt a hand slide to the small of your back, and turned to see Eddie, his thick eyebrows curved upwards in concern. You felt his hand slip under your back, and that's when you realized he'd grown claws, his grip was cooler as it touched your sweaty skin.

It was Venom, he was trying to comfort you too. In fact, he could feel something was wrong with you the whole night, straining his alien senses and tuning them to your body from within Eddie. He knew the moment you'd slipped away that something was wrong, and like a bloodhound, he helped Eddie sniff you out in the bustling crowd.

"Babe, you okay? Wanna go home?" Eddie would ask, leaning in to your ear as Venom stroked the skin of your back.

When you silently nodded, feeling a small sob bubble up from you, Eddie whipped out his phone, sending a frantic text to Anne about your condition.

'What are you waiting for? Go home! Seriously! Panic attacks are no joke, Eddie! Shoo!' Anne responded.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, carefully picking the least crowded places to weave into to get you out of the club faster.

• Once outside, Eddie would sit you down on his bike, rubbing your shoulders in soothing motions as he leaned in, his mouth by your ear, talking you through your panic attack.

"Hey, babe... Do you want Vee to bond with you for a bit? To help even things out? I know you said you don't want to use him like a crutch, but he wants to help. He feels bad for helping talk you into this and not stop it sooner." He whispered.

You consent, and Eddie touches your hand, enough skin contact to let Venom covertly slink onto you, fusing beneath the pores in your skin to flow through your body.

Venom immediately sets himself to work, trying to even out the chemicals your brain was pumping out and filtering them with better ones, slowing your heart and breathing to better levels.

You knew Venom, doing this for you, would probably need to consume more chocolate or... well. Some criminal's brain to help him recover from this endeavor, later.

"Don't worry, little one." Venom's voice would purr inside your head. "It's a task I do gladly. And besides, at least you don't call me a parasite."

You giggle around a sniffle as your crying stops, and Eddie smiles at you.

"Let me guess--Vee is bitching because I call him a parasite, huh?" He snorts.

You nod and he laughs again, rubbing your arms once more. "C'mon babe, let's go. Wanna take the scenic route?"

Your watery smile makes his heart leap, and when you nod, he secures your helmet on you, buckling the chin straps before planting his on his head.

"Hmph. You don't need a helmet when you have me." Venom grunted.

When your arms slip around his waist, he feels the tension leave his body. Having Venom separate from him filled him with a sense of his own anxiety, or maybe his empathy was causing yours to bleed into him.

As the bike started up, you hear Venom's voice in your head again:

"Don't worry, little one. We will always be here for you."

(Bonus:)

Peter A Parker (Spider-Medic):

• It all started when you were in one of the exercise rooms in HQ, working on your forms and techniques as Peter A taught you how to fight like a soldier, like he was taught before he was shipped out to Vietnam, while Miguel practiced nearby, giving you pointers over his shoulder as he beat up the punching bag in front of him.

You weren't sure how it happened, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through your system, or maybe it was the atmosphere around you, the sound of grunting, of weights dropping to the floor, the paf! Paf! Paf! of Miguel hitting his bag, or the overall stress of the last few missions finally collapsing onto your shoulders; but you fell to your knees, clutching your chest as you feel like your lungs were about to give out on you, a cold sweat beading on your brow.

Miguel could hear it, but he knew it wasn't his place to rush to your aid, instead he allowed Peter to do it. You were far closer and more comfortable with Peter, so you would be more likely to calm down with him instead of Miguel.

He was your boyfriend after all.

Peter had brought you into one of the closets where the spare weights were located, quickly sitting you down on the floor and kneeling in front of you, two of his fingers at the jumping vein in your neck, tracking your pulse.

• Being a veteran who saw hell on the battlefield, Peter was no stranger to panic attacks and anxiety thanks to his PTSD from his time in the trenches as a medic. So when his partner experienced them he came in clutch.

Peter would look at you, lowering his voice as he said soft, sweet things to you.

"Slow your breathing, sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Count down from ten. Then, I want you to count from fifteen to twenty-five. That's it. That's it, honey."

When that didn't work, he would bring you in close, resting his forehead against yours.

"Want me to tell you a story?"

He knew you liked hearing about his time as a medic, about the places he'd been. And he knew that you knew it was therapeutic for him to do it. He knew that you liked helping him.

You would nod, and he would cup his hands around your ears to ease the sounds from the outside world, speaking in a voice only you could hear.

When your heart and breathing finally got down to a level he deemed safe, he would kiss your cheek and whisper, "Come on. Let's get you to medical. You can take a nap in one of the suites to help relax."

"Can you stay with me?"

"Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you alone after this?"

[kiatheinsomniac]

──── 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: nov. 2023 top supporter: @magical-warlock who's always a darling to work with. I had a little fun with this and made reader a banshee bc immortal lovers yk? 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sebastian Michaelis x banshee! Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: possessiveness, jealousy, Grell bashing (sorry)

You watch from across the alley as the grim reaper drapes herself all over your demon lover. Your jaw grits and you can feel a frustrated scream bubbling up in the back of your throat. Time and time again, she’s pursued Sebastian, her voice hollering out that nickname Bassy just before she does as though coming with her very own warning system. But your darling demon lover is always quick to turn her down with his tongue as sharp and silver as the knives he fights with. 

But while you’ve been out accompanying your young Lord, she’s shown her face again. She claims it’s for work once again but you’re becoming less and less inclined to believe her: why always her and never another reaper? It seems too coincidental to your protective self. Unfortunately for you though, where reapers go, death springs forth and where death goes, you follow. That’s why you’re able to stay in the service of your young Lord with Sebastian at your side: the last of the Phantomhives does not lead a peaceful life. 

With another flip of her long red hair, Grell drapes herself over Sebsatian’s shoulder and you find your patience has run thin. You leave Ciel’s side for a moment, knowing the area is clear and he is more than safe with both his governess and butler present. You step towards the two and take Sebastian’s arm, wanting to make a show of propriety and possessiveness. You might be in an area sheltered from prying eyes but it’s a public space nonetheless and it’s improper for a lady to be all over a man as she is. 

“Sebastian, my love, we should return to the carriage now. Our work here is done and the young Lord should return home.”

“Of course, darling.” He makes a show of taking your gloved hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, shooting Grell a look from the corner of his crimson eyes. You can’t help the smug upturn the corner of your lips make. Sebastian returns your hand to the crook of your arm. 

“ ‘Darling’ ?!” Grell exclaims. For the sake of public decency, you’ve always kept your relationship with Sebastian a very private matter for the sake of your young master’s image in this human society and its countless social rules – but beings like you and Sebastian have no care for a holy marriage and see no reason to participate just to blend in when you could just stay reserved instead. Sebastian’s hand moves to the small of your back in order to draw you closer. 

“Why yes, my darling y/n.” He flashes a closed-eye smile, amused to see Grell’s utter shock and despair. 

“You-! You’d rather this… this… wailing-” 

“Watch your tongue, reaper.” You bite, eyes narrowing.

“A banshee! You’d rather have a banshee than me?! That screeching-?!”

“She does her job as you do yours.” Sebastian cuts in and leans down to press a kiss to your temple while you smile like the cat who got the cream. “You bring death and she alerts those of when it is impending.” You have to stifle your laughter at how Grell’s jaw drops and she’s left a stuttering mess. You cover your mouth with your free hand and allow Sebastian to lead the both of you back towards the waiting carriage and Ciel. You glance over your shoulder to flash a cheeky wave with your fingers as you set a hand on Sebastian’s bicep and give it a gentle squeeze as the two of you part so that he can open the door for Ciel, you following in behind him and sitting upon the bench opposite him, facing backwards. The door shuts the two of you inside and you spy Grell through the little window, seeming to be wrapped up in some despairing monologue of her own. It makes you giggle which catches Ciel’s attention. He raises a brow, the band of his eyepatch raising slightly with the movement. 

“I don’t appreciate the open displays of affection but it was certainly worth it to see that reaper in such a state.” He smirks as he uses his cane to tuck the window’s curtain aside just enough to watch the red-clad reaper in the midst of her meltdown.

The carriage jostles slightly as Sebastian gets up into the driver’s seat and the three of you begin your return to the Phantomhive manor. 

∴.·:*¨ ¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

That evening, as you prepare yourself for bed, a set of cool hands smooth over your shoulders. 

“I never knew you to be so possessive, my darling~” His words drawl into your ear, breath fanning over your ear before he presses a warm kiss just below it. You let out a low hum of pleasure as you turn around to face him, reaching up to loop your arms loosely around his neck. You stretch up onto your toes to softly brush your lips against his.

“Demons aren’t the only creatures capable of being very protective of what's theirs~” You giggle quietly. His arms coil around your neck and he tugs you closer in a swift motion, pressing you flush to his chest. 

“Ah while that’s true, we are unrivalled~” He has a cheeky smirk on his lips as one of his hands rubs up and down the soft curve of your spine. He pulls you into a slow but passionate kiss, the two of you swaying on the spot as you try to close the non-existent distance between the two of you, wanting nothing more than to be one with each other in this moment. 

“What’s going to happen to us once you’ve eaten Ciel’s s-?” You’re cut off with yet another kiss as one of his hands cups the back of your head, fingertips soothingly massaging your scalp. 

“We’ll figure that out when the time comes~” He kisses your nose and looks down at you with lidded eyes. “My sweet banshee~”

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frankie morales x dominatrix (+ ex!reader)

synopsis: after breaking up with you on a self sabotaging whim, frankie finds his way back into familiar arms to cope content warnings: mentions of drugs and addiction, sub!frankie, destructive and avoidant behavior, sex work, joi (jerk-off instructions), masturbation (m), degredation kink, vague descriptions of dissociation, dom's name is jessica (after my hero @hier--soir), cum, some pain and tears related to jerking off (stop if it hurts, guys!), military related trauma, very brief attempt at aftercare word count: ~ 2.7k a/n: my first frankie fic! thank you, han @swiftispunk, for proof reading af, for encouraging me to conquer my p0rn shame, and of course for writing such an inspiring sub!frankie. we love him (and u)

Frankie knew it wasn’t fair to you. He knew he’d cause you pain by ending things after twelve amazing, promising months. But compared to the inevitable pain he was doomed to bring everyone he loved and cared for, it was nothing. 

He’d been clean for a mere week when you met, and the rush you gave him had been enough to replace the rush of a high. For a while. But when the withdrawals and unrest returned, and the butterflies could no longer keep the cravings at bay, you’d held him through the tremors, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and at no point had you judged him for his past or his way of coping. You’d loved him. 

And you still did. 

Did he love you too? Most likely. Probably. Yes. Which was why he had done what he had. Because you deserved someone better for you. Someone without his history, his trauma, his wounds. No matter how much he loved you for tending to them, you shouldn’t have had to. And that’s why he’d left, on this gloomy Sunday evening, with no other explanation than, “I’m sorry.”

It’s also why Frankie finds himself roaming the chilly city, street lights blurry, all noises softened by a thick layer of apathy. He has no idea how long he’s been walking, no idea whether he’s tired or not. He feels like a shadow of himself, with no wants or needs, no ambition or goals. Just a body moving, constantly moving, to avoid having to think or feel. But as a bicycle quickly swooshes past him on the sidewalk, almost knocking him over, he stops in his tracks and looks around. 

He finds he’s made his way to the other side of town. The air is thicker here somehow, heavier with desperation than in the area he'd tricked himself into thinking he'd belonged in for the past couple years, amongst white picket fences and successful neighbors.

Here, the atmosphere is familiar. People seeking shelter between dumpsters, some asleep, some chasing relief in a fashion Frankie is all too acquainted with. A single buzz goes off in his head when the urge comes back to him. It would be so easy. He knows where to get it, knows how it works. Where to go, who to see, what to say. It would give him the energy to do whatever he could to keep this heartache away. 

So he sets his legs back in motion. At the end of the street, they make a conscious right, a left, and then his mind is wandering again, off in a different direction than his feet. And then his feet stop. He’s standing outside of a regal looking building. Off-white stone façade, adorned with French balconies and decorations, art deco mascarons staring down at him with empty eyes.

Two white columns frame the heavy front door he’s walked through so many, many times. Not since you, though. Frankie has not had the need to visit this place since you first locked eyes with him. 

Without a second thought, before he can change his mind, he rings the doorbell and he’s buzzed inside. With every heavy step up the marble stairs, echoing off the shiny walls, the lights in Frankie’s brain turn off one by one. As he reaches the fourth floor, he’s merely a shell of himself, a puppet on a pair of floppy strings, longing for someone to take control.

He stands still on the landing for a minute, breathing slowly, deliberately, waiting for his arm to rise and knock on its own. It doesn’t, so he orders his hand to place three quick raps on the door.

A few seconds later, a woman comes out. Her hair is tied up, haphazardly moved out of her face and neck with an elegant claw clip. The hand she’s not using to hold the door open is placed in front of her, fingers in a fist clutching the two sides of a silk robe together, careful not to expose more of herself than what’s already poking out from underneath the short covering.

“Frankie…?” she asks, brows raised in surprise. 

He gives her a nod and a weak, “Hi” in response, clearing his throat and repeating the greeting. “Jessica,” he mutters. 

The woman takes a step over the doorstep, pulling her robe tighter around herself.

“I didn’t expect you! We didn’t have an appointment today, did we?” Her voice is slightly panicked, worried she’s forgotten, her eyes darting quickly down to the non-existent watch on her wrist.

Frankie shakes his head. “No.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, opening and closing his fidgety hands. “I just…” His voice cracks, he swallows and tries again. 

“I just need two minutes.” 

Something in his core refuses to let him look at the woman in front of him. 

He knows her well, knows she’d never judge him. She’s seen him in much more vulnerable positions than this, and yet, something about being so emotionally affected in front of her has him staring at the floor.

She leans down, bending at the waist and tilting her head to find his eyes, making him look at her. When he does, his voice is weak, but assured. He knows what he needs. “Please.”

The plea is enough. Jessica gives him a subtle nod before stepping aside and letting Frankie in. 

He automatically kicks off his shoes and parks them by the door. Straightening back up, arms fixed by his sides, he awaits further instruction.  

“Clothes off, sweetie,” Jessica commands softly. “And wait right here for me. Be right back.” She disappears from the hallway and into the living room, leaving Frankie alone to undress. He makes quick work of it, not bothering with all the buttons, careless about whether they end up inside out or not. 

He sheds his clothes like he wants to shed his skin and grow a new one. A brand new layer, thicker than the one he has, one free of marks from your bruising touch.

On autopilot, he drops to his knees on the tiled hallway floor, hands clasped behind his back, easily and comfortably slipping back into the familiar cadence of compliance. 

The hard cold surface keeps him from crashing into the floor, from falling through it, by burrowing into his knees, stone against bone. He forces all of his attention to the sensation; the dull ache in his kneecaps, the strain in his thighs. The feeling of staying in position despite the discomfort fills him with a sense of pride and control only certain things can give him. One of them is playing the part of soldier, fighting on someone else’s behalf. The other is this; surrendering completely to someone else’s needs and wishes. 

Jessica is back a quick minute later. 

“Come in, Frankie.” 

Hands on the floor for support, he rises and follows her. 

The room isn’t new to him. He’s seen it before, but only in passing, on his way to her bedroom, to the bathroom and back again. But he’s never spent time there, or had the opportunity to really see her private space. It’s a stark contrast to her cold and minimal bedroom. The space isn’t big, so the green velvet couch placed in the middle of the room instead of against a wall is a bold choice. To the left and right of the sofa sit two small side tables, the floor space covered by a massive persian rug. 

Jessica gestures to this rug as she sits, legs crossed and arm thrown casually over the back of the sofa, causing her robe to cleave at the top, showing off her clavicles. 

Frankie finds his place in the middle of the carpet. He should feel vulnerable, fully naked in a new environment. But Jessica’s mild authority, untroubled by the situation, keeps him calm. 

“You just need two minutes, you said?” 

Frankie nods. 

“Very well, then. Two minutes is what you get,” she declares. And then, demanding:

“Kneel.”

And Frankie does. One knee at a time touches the soft carpet beneath him. His hands come down to support him before he sits back on his heels, head bowed, only looking up at her through his lashes when he hears her shuffle.

From the side table to her right, she picks up a round egg shaped gadget and turns the top and bottom halves in opposite directions. For a second he thinks it’s gonna vibrate, until he hears the ticking. Jessica puts the kitchen timer back down on the side table.

“Those are your precious seconds, big boy. You better start touching yourself.”

Frankie’s hand automatically shoots down to palm himself, already half hard from excitement, but seeing his hesitant movements, she clarifies.

“Two minutes to come for me, or you’re not gonna be allowed to come in a very…,” She drags out the pause between the words, “...Very long time. Understand?”

Frankie nods. 

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is hoarse with anticipation. “I understand, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” She gives him a wink. “Now go on, make yourself come for me.”

Her command, combined with the ticking sound of time passing, has him quickly tugging at himself, eroticizing anything and everything he can see around him to get there; Jessica’s toned and shiny calves, the way a stray piece of hair has escaped her claw clip and softly caresses her cheekbone. His hand is tight around his cock as he fists himself frantically. Precum starts to gather at his tip, glistening in the soft lighting, and he smears it over his length.

Jessica spreads her legs on the couch in front of him, making Frankie groan with impatience, but she quickly places a hand in her lap, blocking his view.

“Look at you. So needy, so whiny.”

Frankie moans, not meeting her gaze, the quick pumps of his wrist making him sore and frustrated and he can feel something building, but he’s not quite there yet.

“I haven’t even undressed and you’re all worked up.” Her voice is soft and obnoxiously affectionate. “How pathetic.” 

He finally looks up at her face, his sad eyes begging for more; Frankie wants her to look at him too. Wants her to see him. But she doesn’t pay him any mind, she’s only eyeing the ticking clock. 

“One minute now,” she tsks. “It’s all the time you deserve, to be honest.”

And now she looks at him. Her gaze is sharp and domineering, but there’s something round behind it. Something in the shape of worry. It quickly disappears when she speaks again.

“You’re not worth any more of my attention,” she continues. “A disgrace, that’s what you are. Just a dirty, filthy masturbator.” 

As she shifts slightly in her seat, her robe slips off of one of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin and chest. Frankie swallows harshly at the sight. 

Mouth agape, tongue poking out to wet his lips, he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing only on the command, his one objective: come. The soft hairs of the carpet are starting to feel like knives, boring into his skin, a welcome pain were it not distracting him from the task at hand. He shifts ever so slightly from side to side, relieving his knees from the hurt in turn.

Jessica must sense his discomfort, because she purrs, 

“You’re not gonna come all over my carpet, are you?”

Frankie shakes his head frantically and begins to walk on his knees towards the shiny hardwood floor. 

“I’d have to make you clean it up,” Jessica continues.

Tears are pushing behind Frankie’s eyes as he nears release. His toes curl, and he grits his teeth, trying to block out the timer’s insistent ticks. 

“10 seconds, now,” she informs him. He squeezes his cock even harder, pumping himself with short quick strokes. Blood rushes through his ears, muffling Jessica’s voice as she counts down.

“Five, four…”

He’s outside of his body. His breath hitches.

“Three, two–”

As the room fills with the shrill of the alarm, Frankie’s cock pulses in his hand, spurting thick ropes of hot cum onto the floor. He keeps going, using his own spend as lubrication, choking his hard length until he’s shuddering, hunched over, sweaty and teary eyed. 

Frankie’s body slants forward. He steadies himself with his hands on his thighs, blinking slowly as he concentrates on catching his breath, returning his body. Jessica is patient. She waits until his chest fills and empties itself of air at a reasonable pace, and then she stands up and walks towards him. 

His head shoots up when she reaches him, but she places herself behind him, a comforting hand on each of his shoulders, and bends down to kiss his head.

“Stay,” she whispers as she gets back up and moves to leave the room, Frankie left on the floor with his thoughts and his mess. He wonders if he should clean up–even if he had managed to avoid the carpet–but he doesn’t have time to do anything before Jessica is back. She’s carrying his things, his shirt hanging over her arm as she works to turn his other clothes right side out. 

Slowly, carefully, she helps him back into what he’d been wearing when he’d arrived. One hand through the sleeve. Then the other. Stepping into his underwear, then his jeans, one leg at a time. She saves his hat for last. Before placing it over his messy head of curls, she cups his face with the palm of her hand. 

She leans in, placing a delicate kiss to his cheek, lips barely brushing his skin. Frankie blinks. Accepting softness from Jessica isn’t new to him, but the words she gives him after take him by surprise.

“I’m proud of you, Frankie.” 

Her eyes are earnest, open, genuine. He almost finds it in him to believe her, and allows himself to lean into her touch, resting his heavy head on her palm for a second shorter than he’d like to, breaking away when the darkness behind his closed eyelids makes way for pictures of you holding him, him leaning back on you. 

He quickly reassesses, telling himself this is your job, that he’s a customer, that he hadn’t even made an appointment. He should tip you at least 200%. Shaky hands dig into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out no more than two twenties. 

Swearing under his breath, Frankie starts to panic. 

“I– I didn’t…” he begins. “It was so spontaneous–”

She shushes him. “Don’t worry about it.” Her smile is heartfelt, which embarasses him even more. “I’m just glad you came.”

Frankie shakes his head. “No, I wanna pay. I mean, speaking of coming, let me at least wipe my cum off your floor.” He gestures to the sticky mess slowly coagulating on her floorboards. 

Jessica snickers.

“Do you do the dishes when you’ve eaten out too?” She raises her brows, and he chuckles, shaking his head quietly. 

“It’s all part of the service, baby. Come on, let me walk you out.”

On the doorstep, he gives Jessica a quick kiss goodbye. He thanks her again, and she thanks him back, though for what he’s not sure. Visiting? Choosing her? The company? Either way, he takes her gratitude and shoves it in his pocket with the twenties. When he reaches the lobby, passing a wall full of mailboxes, he quickly locates hers, and swiftly shoves the two bills into the mouth of it. 

Frankie’s feet start moving down the street, and his head absentmindedly follows. His skull is no less heavy, the feelings just as painful, and pictures of you still project onto the insides of his eyelids every time he blinks. But a lightness now coats his mind. A sense of victory. He resisted the easy way out. He chose to stay sober, even though he could’ve so easily gone back to his old ways of burying any unwanted feelings in torrents of snow. 

And with that feeling of achievement, of growth and gain, he realizes where his feet are taking him. The tall buildings turn into houses, the shop windows into white picket fences. In the distance he makes out the house you’ve made a home together. He prays you’ll open the door. That you’ll give him some time. He just needs two minutes.

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[aettuddae]

hole in one — chapter 76.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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kazuha had been looking for haru for a few minutes, but she was nowhere to be found. she looked outside, the rain was pouring down unrelentingly, even under the roofs that surrounded a small portion of the events hall, the water could reach you.

she contemplated it for a moment, could haru be out in the rain? she had been acting erratic for some time anyway.

she made her way to one of the glass doors leading outside, looked both ways, and at last came upon the figure of the girl, who was leaning against one of the brick walls, watching the drops fall. the water was coming through the short wooden ceilings and falling on what little sidewalk one could take shelter on, which was why the girl had wet hair, some of her clothes moist, and her shoes completely soaked. between her fingers, a lit cigarette rested elegantly, which at times traveled to her mouth and left smoke there.

haru hadn't touched a cigarette in years.

"haru!" kazuha called in annoyance, approaching with quick steps. "what are you doing? throw that away." she pointed to the white stick on the older woman's lips.

she only responded by breathing in deeply, taking the nicotine into her body, as she watched her partner with vacant eyes, lost.

"baby..." the chestnut dropped her head in reluctance. "why are you smoking? you haven't smoked since you started your degree." she reached out, placing her hand on the other's wrist, holding it delicately.

"i'm feeling a lot of stress," haru's bored expression suddenly dropped, replaced by a sad, worried frown. she pulled her arm away from her girlfriend. "a lot of anger." she slurred her words due to the high levels of alcohol in her blood. "i'm incredibly draining to be around." she flicked the cigarette to the ground in annoyance, taking advantage of a silence between the two to reach over to stomp on it and put it out.

"love, you're just having a bad time." she rubbed her own face with her hands in frustration. "you don't need to smoke again, less so close to the championship."

the younger girl approached her partner, who was thinking looking out at the field being torrentially sprayed. she slid her hands around the girl's waist, bringing them back together on her front, hugging her. rested her head on her shoulder, and given the closeness, couldn't resist leaving a chaste kiss on her neck.

"yes, i'm going through a bad time." agreed her, her voice almost a whisper. "and i think it's not something i should be putting you through." the words seemed to struggle to break free from her throat, they were almost impossible to hear.

kazuha's grip was undone in an instant, her limbs untied from her girlfriend's body and she took a few steps in reverse away from her back. the lack of things to say, or the inability to let them out, took over the atmosphere again. the japanese woman shifted, heading back inside.

"come on, i don't know what you're doing in the rain. you're wet from head to toe." she ordered with a dry attitude.

"didn't you hear me?" she turned her body abruptly towards the other, desperation taking over her. "or didn't you want to listen to me?"

"yes, haru, i heard you. but i don't know what you're talking about."

"i'm saying maybe we should take some time, zuha."

both pairs of eyes met and held each other. the older ones denoted chaos, catharsis, pain, the younger ones were dull, there was nothing inside.

"i'm not well, and i'm hurting you, i can see i'm hurting you, love." she proceeded. "i was thinking maybe taking some time away from each other would be good. we could think about what we want from this relationship, or from each other."

"what is 'taking some time off'?" attacked kazuha, anger making a way in herself. "what are your intentions? do you plan to leave me for a few months until you decide whether you can discard me or not?"

"kazuha, no." she put her hands on her partner's shoulders, but this one slapped them, pushing them away. "kazuha, you are not an object i can discard. if i'm asking you for some time, it's because i genuinely feel we're hurting each other, and i want to avoid that." she explained, nervously. "a break doesn't have to be a bad thing, okay? it's just that we can't think clearly if we don't get some distance."

"what are you guys doing out here in the rain?" eunseo's voice came from behind, interrupting the discussion.

a haru on the verge of collapse, drowning in guilt and sadness, and a kazuha burning with fury turned their heads in the direction of the newcomer. next to eunseo stood giselle, karina and seungkwan.

the gaze of the least experienced of the golfers fell on the friend haru had recently made. from behind, the oldest could still notice how the tissues covering her jaw were tightening from how hard she was clenching her teeth. up and down, the brunette analyzed jimin, saying nothing, but creating a dense tension in the air.

"is it because of her that you want to leave me?" she spat out her words as if they were laced with venom, her eyes resting on karina with such intensity that it seemed like she would set her on fire.

"what? no, zuha this is betw-KAZUHA!"

kwon's sentence had been cut off by her girlfriend running towards the one who, according to her, was the cause of all her problems.

jimin tried to step back, but kazuha was quicker and, when she was close enough to have her within arm's reach, grabbed her by her clothes, holding her in place, then moved sharply until she had her fingers completely tangled in the girl's hair and began tugging at it.

the attacked girl tried to push her away while screaming at her to stop, using her palms to press her chest trying to get space and her nails to scratch her, hoping that the pain would bring her to let go.

but kazuha was a professional athlete, and karina only knew how to fight in her favorite videogames.

her friends were doing their best to help her. meanwhile aeri was screaming at her in horror, juyeon and seungkwan got in between the two, helping jimin push her off, but the crowd of people only made it easier for the sportsplayer to knock the gamer down, then position herself on top of her and continue to cause damage to her.

"it's your fault!" shouted the instigator euphorically.

"she had nothing to do with it!" haru tried to calm her down with her words while tugging her body to separate her from jimin, although this last part was really difficult for a person as drunk as she was at that moment.

"you stole my haru away from me!" she cried out as with one hand she kept forcing the girl's hair, and with the other, she was doing her best to hurt her in other parts of her body.

"kazuha!" kwon called again unbridled, and after that helpless cry, she finally managed to gather enough strength to pull her girlfriend's waist and lift her into her arms, managing to detach her from the other girl.

"enough! enough! calm the fuck down!" perhaps as a result of the mixture between the alcohol and the rage she felt, haru shouted at kazuha with such anger that it seemed as if her throat might tear. "can't you see it!? it has nothing to do with jimin, it's because of this kind of thing!" she explained without being able to calm down. "how does it even cross your mind to attack someone physically, kazuha? you do something like that and you still think there's some reason external to you why i want to leave you?"

"what happened here!?" an elderly man came to where they were. it was the owner of the club.

the couple watched as karina walked away, until she disappeared from the room, leaving them alone.

"remember what i said about taking some time?" the older one resumed.

the office was dark, despite having the light on. kazuha didn't dare say anything, afraid to act in reality and have the world go on, as if by staying still and quiet maybe she could keep herself in pause and stop haru from doing what she was about to do.

"i think we should take it up a level." the girl sentenced, the alcohol partially gone, eyes on the ground, discouraged, with a sour tone. she said it with disappointment.

haru didn't want that to happen either, but inevitably, kazuha brought her to that point.

"are you going to leave me for this?" the brunette moved her head, which was leaning against the wall, just like her partner's, so she could look at her.

"for this?" kwon abruptly straightened up on the small couch they were on. "you minimize it like that?"

"i don't think it's serious enough to leave me." she spoke dejectedly.

"kazuha." she stood up. "it's not just this." she shook her head, annoyed. "you talked shit on the internet about someone you didn't know just because she spilled her drink on you." she raised her hand, so that she could show it to the girl, and held two of her fingers with her opposite hand, meaning 'second'. "you said horrible things to her in front of the whole club just because you got jealous that she was standing next to me."

"haru, stop it..."

"third!" she exclaimed angrily. "you got her expelled from the university and you got an innocent teacher fired, all because of that same fit of jealousy." her breathing was too hitched. "then fourth, is this!" she pointed at the girl, accusing her.

still sitting, kazuha had begun to cry, her gaze to the side because she couldn't look at the older in the face at the moment.

"how can you think there's any other reason why i would doubt our relationship other than yourself?

"how can i not think it is because of that girl if you chase after her and defend her as if you were her dog?" exclaimed the defendant, rising suddenly.

"are you talking about the girl whom you, my girlfriend, just beat up?" she asked ironically. "i defend and chase jimin because you make her life miserable and i've had to sort it out for you over and over again." she recalled. "ever since jimin showed up, you've shown me your true self, zuha. the expulsion should have been enough for me, but i let you go to this extreme."

"if only you'd let her walk away from your life, if she'd leave you alone..." she pleaded, tears running down her cheeks with the same intensity as the storm was falling outside.

"she doesn't have to stay away from me because she never did anything wrong." she clarified, her countenance serious, sure of what she was saying. "karina has done nothing but spill her drink on your dress and be my friend."

"she's pushed you away from me!"

"you have pushed me away from you!" haru exploded from helplessness, finally bursting into tears. "zuha, you have to understand that no one has pulled me away, no other than yourself."

the crying didn't let kazuha say anything more, she could only find the strength in her to raise her hands and cover her face. haru, also with eyes flooded with pain, moved closer until she could wrap her arms around her and hold her close, so she could leave a simple, but long kiss on the top of her head.

"please, don't think this doesn't hurt for me." haru expressed, her voice completely broken. "i feel like i'm ripping a part of my soul out of myself."

the younger girl moved her hands and slid them down her now ex-partner's body, until she hugged her waist tightly. she sank her face into her neck, unable to stop the anguish that was choking her.

"some people just don't go together." continued kwon. "and i love you infinitely," she swallowed hard to try to erase the pain she felt in her throat. "but i don't like you anymore."

no other words were spoken, they were no longer needed. there was no speech, prayer or rambling that could mend that moment. haru and kazuha were no more, and perhaps would never be again. they could only hold each other one last time, try to seek comfort and refuge in those arms that had provided it for them for so long, before they could no longer return to that place. they embraced for one last moment the other half of their souls before losing it.

eventually, haru's friends went to pick her up to leave the event together. it was the first time haru would return home from the anniversary dinner without kazuha by her side. she offered to walk her to the hall with the others, but she said she would rather stay in that office for a while longer. "go home safely" was the last thing she said to her before leaving.

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[gingiesworld]

Even In Death

Natasha Romanoff x GN! Maximoff Reader

Warnings: Violence. Torture. Death.

18+ MINORS DNI

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Now

The compound was extremely silent. There was no laughter. No joy. Just pain and anguish could be felt as soon as you walk inside. All of the team were off doing there own thing.

Tony remained in his lab, scouring through every nook and cranny he could think of until he found a sign. A sign that Y/N Maximoff was still alive.

"It's been over 6 months Tony." Steve stated as Tony shook his head no. "They are dead by now if Hydra has them."

"NO! I am not giving up on them." Tony told him sternly. Steve sighed as Bucky entered the lab with two cups of hot coffee, handing one to Tony.

"You believe this fools errand too?" Steve questioned his friend.

"I do." Bucky told him. "We never leave a man behind, that's what you told me." He used the Captain's own words, like a knife straight to Steve's heart.

Although with Y/N gone, there was a huge hole in the family. Everyone was drifting, surviving, just barely living. Both Wanda and Natasha had barely left their rooms.

Wanda held the bracelet Y/N had gotten her in her hand, it was the first thing she had gotten since they lost their homeland. Her first birthday spent on foriegn soil, and her older sibling made it the best experience she could have had, regarding the loss of Pietro. Her eyes teared up at the engraving in the gold.

'My Butterfly' was the name that Y/N had always called her since they were children. They were their protector, especially after they had lost their parents in the bombing. Y/N made sure the twins had food and shelter, safe from the soldiers that still roamed the streets of Sokovia.

While Nat lay in their bed, numbness had overtaken her as she had cried all of her tears. She knows that Tony wouldn't give up on them, they were like a kid to him. Especially as they took an interest in his inventions and such. Wanting to learn from the genius himself.

Nat sobbed at the memories she had with them. The moment they confessed their feelings to her.

Then

Y/N and Natasha were sparring, Y/N wanted to brush up on their hand to hand combat since they have barely trained since they were a part of the Winter Soldier Programme. Escaping Siberia before they put the remaining five into cryofreeze. Finding their way back to Sokovia just in time to find their siblings.

"Fuck." Nat groaned as she lay on the mat, Y/N held their hand out for her to take but she just tackled them to the ground herself. A smirk dorned on her face as she straddled their lap, a victorious smirk on her face.

"Do you know you're actually beautiful." Y/N stated making the assassin blush profusely.

"What?" Nat questioned confused.

"Would you like to have dinner with me." They asked her confidently.

"Yeah." She whispered in shock as she removed herself from them.

"Great. How does Friday at 7pm sound?" They asked as they sat up. Nat just nodded before Y/N smiled, kissing her head before they left the training room with a pep in their step.

Now

Wanda tried to use her powers, she could still feel their connection, hoping to find a way of finding out where they could be. Soon screaming as she felt pain, alerting Natasha and Vision.

"What is it?" Nat questioned with worry.

"Pain." Wanda whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. "They're in pain. So much pain."

"They're torturing them." Nat whispered, declaring their worst fears as she turned to Vision. "Help Tony find a location. Search every traffic cam in the world. We need to find them."

"Yes Ma'am." He told her before he disappeared.

"We're going to bring them home." Nat told the witch who only nodded. Tears falling from her eyes as she held onto Nat for dear life.

Then

Y/N and Wanda were having their daily walk through the compound grounds. Wanda held onto their arm. Y/N had been on multiple dates with Nat, well given it has been 6 months since they asked her to be theirs and she of course said yes.

"I'm in love with Nat." Y/N told her as Wanda just smirked.

"I know." Wanda spoke softly. "I see the way you look at her, just how Papa used to look at Mama."

"I want to tell her but I am nervous." They whispered. "What if she doesn't feel the same way?" They questioned unsurely as Wanda smiled endearingly at them.

"I can say this much, she most definitely feels the same way." Wanda told them. "And if she isn't ready to say those three words then that doesn't mean it is the end of you both."

Now

Tony, Bucky and Vision worked endlessly to find a location, using every tool they had to find Y/N. Wanting to bring them home where they belong.

"I'm not getting anything." Tony groaned as Vision turned to him.

"It appears that you haven't slept in days sir." Vision told him. "I can always carry on the search while you both rest."

"No." Tony shook his head. "I have to find them Vision. I have to." He muttered as he continued to search.

As the hours went on, Nat stayed with Wanda, laying in her bed as Wanda slept for the first time in a while. Everything within the compound didn't feel right to them, especially when Y/N wasn't there.

Then

Nat was shocked when Y/N turned up at her door at 2am. Watching as they paced her floor as she sat on her bed.

"What is it?" Nat pressed on as Y/N paused their movements.

"I am in love with you Natasha." They breathed as she watched them. "I have for a while, I knew the moment you cried at that movie Wanda recommended to you and you forced me to watch it. That moment I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of our lives." They gazed at her softly. "I love you Nat, and I don't expect you to say it until you are ready. I just needed to get it off of my chest."

Nat rose to her feet and stood before them, holding their face in her hands as she gazed in her eyes, inhaling shakily before she spoke.

"I am so in love with you Y/N, there isn't really enough ways that I can show you how much I love you." She told them emotionally, they caressed her cheek as their other hand held her hip, soon placing a loving kiss to her lips.

"Just being by my side is enough to show me." They told her before kissing her once more.

Now

It had been days since Wanda had felt the connection with her sibling, although it gave her some hope that they may be just in time, but she always dreaded the high possibility that they may be too late.

The pain was too much for them to bare, the countless burns and lacerations turned into beatings with a crowbar. Broken ribs and a punctured lung, something they didn't need a doctor to know about. Their face was almost unrecognisable as they were covered in cuts and bruises.

Even tied to the chair, their head was too heavy for them to keep up. Even as the cell door opened, wheels sounding on the concrete floor as a trolley of instruments was wheeled inside.

"You know, in some countries they removed nails as a form of torture." The agent spoke. "Something about the acute pain from it can make someone pass out from the simple technique." They gripped Y/N's hair, pulling their head back as they smirked. "And this has surely been the best six months of my career." They let go of Y/N's head, letting it drop harshly before they picked up some pliers. Gripping Y/N's thumb and getting the pliers in position of gripping the fingernail, soon pulling hard and steady as Y/N let out a scream. The sound of the nail being ripped from the bed was muffled by the screams.

The agent relished in the pain he was inflicting, the agonising screams were like music to his ears. Even the previous wounds they had treated, only to be reopened again and again.

"Your beloved sister isn't going to save you in time." They sneered as Y/N groaned in pain as they worked on a third nail. "You will be dead before they even find a location." They looked at their hand before lifting their head up. "And don't think we don't know about your friendship with the traitor either. James Buchanon Barnes will meet the same fate as the Maximoff siblings."

As they were busy inflicting agonising pain on Y/N, Tony and Bucky had come up with a plan. The two of them, with the help of Vision had started to look at old SHIELD bases that were no longer in service.

"There's one right outside of New Jersey." Bucky told them.

"Why would they be so close to us?" Tony questioned.

"The closer they are, the less likely we are to check." Bucky told him. "Hydra know what we think like, they have been inside of Shield for decades and we never knew."

"Ok." Tony hummed. "I'll use the Stark Satellites to get a thorough scan of the base, search for heat signatures."

"I'll get the jet ready." Bucky stated as he ran straight for the hangar. As Bucky was running through the compound, Vision decided to notify both Natasha and Wanda.

"We may have a location." He told the two as he phased through the wall. The two didn't need to be told twice before getting in their suits ready before heading down towards the hangar, seeing Tony, Steve, Clint and Bucky already there.

"Are you sure they're at this location?" Steve questioned as the two girls walked.

"Yeah, why would Hydra use old Shield bases?" Clint questioned as Tony groaned.

"If this is a possible location to find Y/N and bring them home, that is what we are going to be doing so deal with it." Nat bit at the two as she and Wanda got on the jet. As Tony came up with a plan, Steve and Clint remained silent as everyone listened to their parts.

"We don't know the extent of Y/N's injuries so we need to get to them and fast." Bucky told them. "So none of this protecting the lives of the enemy shit. Shoot to kill."

"We don't fight like this." Steve told them as Tony just laughed. "It makes us no better than the enemy."

"Giving up makes us no better than the enemy." Tony sneered at him as everyone watched Steve shrink. "We do the plan our way and that's final."

Soon enough, the jet was fadt approaching the location, everyone made sure they had everything they had needed so they can just leave the jet.

"Vision, you go ahead and phase through." Tony told him. "You will be the one to get to them quicker as the rest of us take care of the agents." Everyone watched as Vision disappeared through the wall. "Let's do this." Tony told them as everyone went to their assigned locations.

Fighting agent after agent as they made their way through the base. Aiming to kill each of them, even with the disapproval of Captain America. Vision blasted the Agent who was in the cell with Y/N, plunging a knife in their stomach.

"I have them." Vision notified the others. "But their vitals are weak."

"Get them to the jet." Tony told him. "Bruce is there ready to start." Vision done as he was ordered, racing through the corridors, finding Bucky and Clint who covered him towards the exit.

"Everyone retreat to the jet!" Bucky ordered the others who only followed. Once Vision was on the jet, he placed Y/N on the stretcher as Bruce started to hook them up to the machines and a drip. He could tell that this was indeed an unsuccessful rescue with the extremely slow heart.

"There isn't anything you can do is there?" Vision asked him as he shook his head.

"They won't survive the flight." He admitted sadly as both Nat and Wanda rushed to their side.

"Y/N, baby." Nat cupped their face, a weak smile forming on their face as they opened their eyes weakly to gaze up at her.

"Hi." He whispered hoarsely. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." She whispered as the tears started to fall. "So much."

"You're going to be ok." Wanda stated as she approached the other side of them. They glanced over at their younger sister, reaching for her hand. They shook their head with a small smile.

"I'm not." They whispered as everyone stayed around them as the A.I flew the remainder of the journey. "I am living on borrowed time because I wanted to see my family one last time."

"You're going to be ok." Nat told them frantically. "Bruce is going to save you, right Bruce?" Bruce looked away with his eyes squeezed closed, unable to look at anyone.

"He can't." Y/N told her. "And that's ok."

"No it's not." Wanda cried as Y/N wiped her tears away.

"I'm sorry Butterfly but I am going to die." They whispered. "But I have lived a good life. The best life. I got to see you grow up into this wonderful woman. This hero who is going to take Hydra down." They turned to Tony who also had tears falling. "Thank you Tony for letting me know what it's like to have a father again, but please try to rest. Saving the world shouldn't always be on your shoulders." They said their goodbyes to everyone before they turned to Natasha, holding her saddened gaze. "I love you Natasha, there isn't really any other way for me to say it."

"Just stay by my side." She told them, using their own words as they took a labored breath.

"I will always be by your side." They told her. "Even in death my soul is meant to be yours." Natasha kissed their lips one last time before they looked between everyone. "Thank you for being my family." They turned to Bucky and Vision. "Please look after my girls."

"We will." The two spoke in unison as Y/N soon closed their eyes. "I love you all." Everyone watched as they took their last breath, slipping away from the family they haf built over the years, reuniting with the family they had lost.

The funeral was a small service, just the people who were close to them. Heartfelt words and stories were shared from the people who had known them. But as everyone filtered out, leaving just Nat and Wanda stood at the foot of the grave.

"Y/N was going to propose." Wanda stated as she reached inside her pocket, holding a small velvet box in her hand. "They really wanted to spend the rest of their life with you."

"I would have said yes in a heartbeat." Natasha told her as Wanda smiled.

"Take it." Wanda told her. "It's yours anyway." Nat opened the box, a small smile on her face as she saw the ring. Wanda watched as the assassin took it from the box and placed it on her ring finger. "Right where it belongs." Wanda smiled as Nat wrapped her arm around the witch's shoulder. The two of them vowing silently to Y/N to look after the other. Especially since family is everything.

[neopuppy]

someone bringing up that blast from the past alpha princes jaemin&jeno drabble…. now i’m over here thinking about that jungwoo&jeno hybrid and veterinarian!yn fic we got a tiny taste of 🚬🤏

that was on my old side blog, I’ll post it here for funsies💚

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“Two of them? Why are they together if they aren’t related?” You question sorting through two clipboards laid out before you. Files for golden retriever and samoyed hybrids stare back at you.

Jeno Lee: 21, born April 23rd. Healthy pure bred samoyed hybrid. Found pan-handling near the beach with Jungwoo Kim. Displays codependency with the golden retriever hybrid.

Jungwoo Kim: 23, born February 19th. Healthy pure bred retriever hybrid. Displays manipulative tactics to get what he wants. Has run away from numerous shelters multiple times.

“Well, the samoyed does whatever the older one tells him to do. It’s like they’ve imprinted on each other. They’re not mates though, and have shown no sign of mating. The samoyed has not rut yet.” Your colleague taps over their sexual history. Jungwoo apparently spending many of his days working in and out of hybrid brothels. “Says he did it so they could survive. He’s a bit promiscuous if you ask me, be careful with that one.”

“Hybrids past 18 years don’t do well. What are we supposed to do with them? Especially two?” You step forward taking a closer look inside the glass revealing the two young boys sharing a bed. Both still in a sleep disoriented state with giant messy fluffy hair covering their ears. The blonde one must be Jungwoo, you think. Following his fingers skimming through the black ball of fur rested on his stomach. The other face mostly hidden still half asleep.

“Adorable right?” With a nudge into your side your assistant nods ahead. “But you’re right- it’s been five months now. They’re both a bit too old to be marketable unfortunately. We’ve had a few customers interested in Jeno, but as noted he seems attached to the retriever.”

As if he could hear you, Jungwoo’s head snaps locking eyes with you through the window. Hand protectively stilling upon the samoyed’s neck. He’s even more breath-taking front on. Sharp mystic eyes blink slowly observing you in return. Mouth puffier than usual after hours of napping.

“Is it.. safe to go inside?” You asks reaching for your lab coat. Both were healthy after all, no history with going rabid in their files.

“Physically? Of course.” Your assistant acknowledges almost sarcastically. A smirk pulling at her lip with a pointed stare to your chest. “But for your heart? You who just got dumpe-..”

“I get it.” You sigh, with hands held up. “I’m not new to cute puppy hybrids. I think I can handle a couple of dogs.”

Without allowing to draw the conversation back to your personal love life mishaps you unlock the door leading into the hybrids quarters. Jungwoo stiffens with a straightened up back, the younger puppy against him muffling in dismay.

Slowly approaching you smile familiar with the nature of hybrids. At times allowing them to scent over your wrist if they were too anxious. The retriever’s eyes dart around, pulling the smaller against him to sit up as well. Whispering something that sounds like- ‘one of the coats is here.’

Glancing up hazily the samoyed spots you, abruptly jerking up wiping his drooled over lips. They stare up cautiously, as if in unison their eyes bounce over your coat.

“Ah, not a fan of the vet are you?” You come to a halt a few feet away from the bed. Clasping your hands with a reassuring nod, you reach for your collar to remove the garment. “I come in peace, no poking and prodding today. Promise.”

The samoyed perks up immediately, shifting position to his knees breaking into a heart shattering smile. Eyes disappearing even more under the mess of hair covering his forehead. His teeth are sharp, small, features giving away his hybrid side. Tail swoshing around in excitement behind him.

“Wow, you’re really pretty!” He squeaks out nearly jumping forward. The older hybrid placing a large hand over his shoulder to keep him in place.

“Jeno..” he warns. Eyes slitting into an icy glare in your direction. “Then what are you doing here? Looks like another psychoanalysis to me. I’ll keep it short for you- no one is going to adopt us no matter how many tricks you teach us.”

Taking a seat at the end of the small bed and giving the room a once over, you note only one bed. It’s no wonder the hybrids bond had not changed since entering the clinic.

“I’ve seen your files, I wanted to introduce myself.” You calmly let them know. The samoyeds smile lights up again. Repeating your name slowly, throwing in another comment of how a pretty name was only fitting.

“You two have been here quite some time, haven’t you?” Solemnly the two agree, faces falling mournfully, trapped with nowhere to go. Both lacking any real training and life experience, unable to fend for themselves in this world; having to accept the lowest form of hybrid work: selling their bodies to survive.

“What if we start you both on some basic education? Enough to at least get you on your feet.” You try to sound encouraging, earning wary looks from the two.

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks right?” Jungwoo offers, scratching the side of his neck as a blush rises up his cheek. “They want to boot us from the clinic or something?”

“Not necessarily..” you sigh taking them both in. Knowing the next steps would end up in turning them both into experiments. Breeding dogs to see what new hybrids the government could concoct for selfish needs. Hybrids often abused beyond acts of pleasure. Used for warfare or violent entertainment to bet on. “…but..”

“I’d rather live on the street. We’re scum to you humans anyway.” Jungwoo interrupts. Jeno huffing in annoyance at his side over how cold it gets, mumbling that he refuses to go back to that life.

“That is not true.” You protests, cooling yourself before continuing. Knowing better than to argue with a hybrid. “It wouldn’t hurt to try something different. Better than losing the little human rights you have?”

Jeno tugs at Jungwoo’s sleeve with pleading eyes. The older hybrids cheeks puff out rolling his in return.

“Fine, we’ll work on learning or whatever.” Jungwoo says, pausing in thought. You’re just about ready to celebrate in clap before he continues- “but only if you teach us.”

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Jungwoo huffs struck with boredom, blowing his shaggy bangs away. Ears fluffing up looking around for entertainment, ending on you napping on the couch. His back straightens, slowly crawling over on his knees. You were fast asleep after a long day at the hybrid clinic. You worked so hard, exhausting yourself physically and mentally dealing with abused hybrid’s day in and day out.

His fingers trail up your calve curiously, head tilting pondering if you’d changed into anything else under your robe after you’d showered. Washing away the days scent of many hybrid’s the minute you came home. Knowing how sensitive Jungwoo could be to unfamiliar breeds.

He reaches up higher, lifting a flap of your thick dark robe, jolting in surprise when the drowsy half awake puppy shows up behind you. “What are you doing?”

Jeno questions mid-yawn, thumbs rubbing his puffy sleepy eyes, having just woke up from a nap. All he did was nap when you were at work, such a lazy pup. Jungwoo drops the fabric of your robe, scooting back like he just got caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“I..nothing…I…” Jungwoo scatters, eyes shifting around buying time with an excuse.

Jeno sets down next to him, flicking his twitching ear. He sighs, dropping his chin to the older pups shoulder. “You’re such a bad liar.”

“I wasn’t lying.” Jungwoo shoves him off. Refocusing on your peaceful rested face. Annoyed Jeno ruined his chances to wake you up in such a stress relieving way. He contemplates for a second, licking his lips eyeing your exposed inner thighs. “Jeno..”

The younger yawns again, brows raising releasing a sound of ‘mmph?’ In response. Jungwoo breaks into a smile, nudging his shoulder.

“You want to see something? I think you’ll really like it.” Jungwoo’s eyes glint in excitement. Finally achieving some form if entertainment, he taps Jeno’s chin, nodding forward in the direction of your laying figure.

“What..” Jeno’s expression turns worried following Jungwoo’s movements. He reaches for the hem of your robe again, opening the flaps to reveal your bare core. Thighs slightly parted enough to clearly see your folds leading down to a tight puckered hole. Jungwoo sucks in a breath of air gazing between your legs, fingers snapping in Jeno’s face.

“Come closer.” Jungwoo orders, pulling Jeno near by his shoulder. The younger’s eyes widen, mouth falling apart, gazing at your most private area.

“We shouldn’t be…doing this..” he swallows, forcing his eyes to lower. A flush of heat rushing to his cheeks picking up the sweet scent emitting from between your thighs.

Jeno often snuck into your room once you’d left for work. Spilling your unwashed clothes from your hamper, sniffing and rolling around coating in your aroma. Whimpering into pairs of underwear leaving behind your most prominent scent. It slammed into him like a truck whenever you��d workout and let him hug around your waist. Cherishing each mixture of flavors whenever alone, daring to steal a pair of your underwear to drape over his cock; writhing and groaning, fucking the fabric trapped in his fisted palm.

“Should you be jerking off into the same pair of dirty stolen panties every night?” Jungwoo taunts, lip lifting in smirk. Jeno falters, mouth opening and shutting flabbergasted. He leans in to the younger’s black furry ear, whispering- “She let’s me touch her pussy all the time. She loves it, cries and begs for more. I know she’d love it if you gave her a kiss, right there.”

Jeno’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, gazing past Jungwoo’s pointed finger aimed between your legs. Large hand covering his shoulder gently nudging him forward. He gulps, shivering nervously, allowing himself to shift closer. Jungwoo reaches for your thigh to softly pull you open further. Both puppies gaze in awe as your folds open up, hole parting, shining enticingly.

Jungwoo settles next to the couch, hand splayed across your inner thigh. He looks up at Jeno seated between your legs, hands wringing nervously, chewing on his lip with an anxious bounce.

“She’s really going to love you if you kiss her right there.” Jungwoo comforts him, reaching closer to tap your clit. A muffled ‘mmh’ releases above as you stir and adjust your shoulders. Deep sleep from such a tiring day holding you captive. “Don’t you want her to love you Jeno?”

The puppy lights up, nodding eagerly. Always seeking praise, attention, pets and extra love. He sinks forward taking in a deep inhale of your scent, eyes shooting open as it travels up his brain. Horny puppy hormones shooting straight to his dick, awakening the feral dog he keeps at bay. His mouth drops, kissing your clit tenderly. Brows furrowed together in pain, cock fattening up between his legs. The dizzying scent pours from your entrance all the more as his lips brush around your sensitive nerves, drawing the pup into a deeper cloud of haze.

“Keep doing that puppy, she likes that.” Jungwoo encourages him. Tongue dragging up your thigh, nibbling soft bites along the way.

Jeno grunts, tongue lapping between your folds like a thirsty animal. Thirsting for more of your taste, seeping down his throat like the best thing he’s ever had. His grunts and ferocious ministrations grow louder and faster. Lips wrapping around your clit with an extra harsh suck.

Your eyes fly open in moan, back arching up chasing his mouth. Jungwoo bites down on your hip roughly, smiling as you look down and find them attacking your lower half. Bewilderment encases your slowly processing half-awake thoughts, spotting the cute ears belonging to your innocent pup between your thighs.

“Jeno?!”

[vodika-vibes]

Hey! I'm back with a second request, if that’s okay! Would you be able to do platonic Tech x Reader with Amaythst??? (if you don't do platonic then romantic works!) and maybe in the evening? Thanks ❤️

Because It's You

Summary: When you have to go to your ex’s house to pick up the last of your belongings, you invite Tech to come with you. He's always helped you feel brave, after all.

Pairing: TBB Tech & F!Reader

Word Count: 820

Prompt: Amethyst - Courageous Love

Warnings: Implications of a physically abusive relationship (reader mentions having to go to a shelter), reader is divorced

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I had a hard time keeping this under my word limit, lol. But I hope you like it, it's kind of the only idea that I had, though I might have missed the prompt mark a bit.

“I appreciate you doing this for me, Tech.” You say as he pulls the speeder up in front of a clean looking house. Your former house. In the setting sun it looks far worse than you remember.

It still doesn’t feel right that your ex managed to get the house, not when you bought it and paid for it, but at this point you can’t bring yourself to care. You just want this whole situation to be done.

“I am happy to help.” Tech throws the speeder into park and peers at the house, “Will your ex be here?”

“No. His mother will. Part of the court agreement is that he’s not allowed within 500 yards of me.”

Tech turns his concerned gaze over you, “Perhaps, we should have brought Wrecker.”

You laugh and shake your head, “There’s no need. His mother is a very reasonable woman. She’s the one who helped me secure my divorce lawyer and got me to the shelter without my ex knowing.”

“Not a very good divorce lawyer-”

“Tech.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He throws open his door and steps out of the speeder, just as the front door opens and a woman steps out. She glances at Tech, and then greets you with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for arranging this so quickly,” you say as she takes your hands and squeezes them.

“Of course. He’ll be gone for the week, so you needn’t worry about him interrupting us. Do you know what you need to get?”

“We have made a list,” Tech interjects as he steps next to you, “He has not sold anything?”

The woman shakes her head, “He believes that he can win her back.”

You shiver and fold your arms around yourself, “Never going to happen.”

“I told him as much, but he doesn’t believe me.” She releases you and claps, “Now, let’s get your stuff all packed and out of here.” She turns and sweeps back into the house, and you sigh as you follow her inside.

“It appears that you got his mother in the divorce,” Tech jokes quietly as he steps into the house, his nose wrinkling as he takes in the state of the house, “Not much of a housekeeper, is he?”

You shake your head as you step over an empty pizza box, “He never was.” You cast your gaze over to your former mother-in-law, who seems to be more than happy to clean up after her son's mess. “The biggest thing is my mother’s jewelry, I hide those in the ceiling. Everything else can be replaced.”

Tech gazes at you for a moment, and then he nods, “Alright, show me where.”

You lead him through the mess of a house and into a relatively clean spare bedroom. There you point at a small panel in the ceiling, “There.”

It’s fortunate that Tech is so tall, and the fact that the house is old so has low ceilings, because he’s easily able to reach up and push the panel out of the way, to pull a small box out of the ceiling, “Is this it?”

“Yeah. That’s the one.”

Tech hands it to you, and you lift the lid to peer at the jewelry inside. And then you sigh, “It’s all here, still.”

“Good.” He puts the panel back into place and watches as you carefully shut the lid and fold your arms around it, “Are you sure that there is nothing else you want from this place?”

You look around the room for a moment, and then you shake your head, “You know…we were happy once.”

Tech doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then he drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug, “You can be happy again. When you are ready, and not a moment sooner. And on that day, I am sure that you will have plenty of men lining up to date you.”

You laugh and lean against him, “Thank you, Tech. Really. I never would have been able to come back here without your support.”

“Yes you would have. I just made it easier.” He hugs you one more time and then releases you, “If there is nothing else here you want, we should leave. Hunter has probably started pacing the ship already.”

You laugh softly, “He is something of a worrywart, isn’t he?” You ask fondly.

“He is protective of you and Omega. We all are. He is just grumpy that you chose me to escort you over him.”

“Well, Hunter would have killed my ex if he was here. You’re slightly less likely to kill him.”

Tech laughs and tugs on your braid, before he leaves the room. “If that is what you choose to believe.”

You blink after him. “Tech? Tech! You…you wouldn’t have killed him? Right? Tech?” You chase after him, intent on getting your answer.

[impishtubist]

happy birthday, reese <3

For @r33sespieces :) 

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“Shh, no, you have to be quiet.” 

Sirius pauses outside Harry’s room, cocking his head. Harry’s been holed up in there since shortly after dinner, but Sirius hadn’t thought too much of it. It’s been pissing down all afternoon, and Sirius figured both of them could use a lazy day. For his part, he took a luxurious nap earlier, and the newest book in a romance series he’s been following arrived by owl post this morning. He’s looking forward to curling up with it in front of the fire. If he’s lucky, maybe Harry will come downstairs with his chess set later and ask to play a game together.

There’s a whine from behind the closed door, and then a soft yip. Sirius blinks.

“Hazza,” he says, rapping his knuckles softly on the door, and he hears Harry curse. “Everything alright?”

“Fine!” Harry says quickly. “I’m just--”

He’s interrupted by a loud bark, and Sirius’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline.

“Can I come in?” he asks, and he hears Harry sigh.

“Yeah.” 

Harry’s standing over by the bed, dripping wet and clutching a soaked brown-and-white puppy against his chest. 

“Well, hello,” Sirius says as he steps into the room. “Who’s this?”

“Dunno,” Harry says, cuddling the puppy close and shrinking away when Sirius takes a step forward. Sirius freezes. “Found him out in the garden.” 

“Poor thing,” Sirius says. It’s been miserable outside for two days now. “Can I take a look at him?”

“Why?” Harry asks, instantly suspicious. 

“I just want to make sure he’s okay, that he doesn’t have any injuries or anything like that.” Sirius starts to pull out his wand, but Harry backs away, so he quickly pockets it. “Can we sit down?”

They sit on the circular rug in the middle of Harry’s bedroom, and Harry gently places the puppy in front of him. The puppy shivers, and then takes a few uncertain steps. He’s wobbly, but that seems to be due to how young he is, not any injuries. Sirius puts out his hand, and the puppy sniffs him. His tail wags.

“Aren’t you mad?” Harry asks softly, not meeting Sirius’s eyes.

“I’m not thrilled you snuck a puppy in here without talking to me first,” Sirius says. “But no, Harry, I’m not mad. If you’d told me you’d found him in the garden, I would’ve had you bring him inside, too. We can keep him warm and dry for a night, and then tomorrow we’ll take him to a shelter. Speaking of, can I dry him off? He’s shivering. You as well, kiddo.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Harry nods, and Sirius pulls out his wand. He performs a quick drying spell, and then a cleaning charm, and then casts a heating spell over both Harry and the puppy.

“I bet he’s hungry,” Sirius says. “Why don’t you bring him down to the kitchen, and we can feed him?”

Harry hesitates again, then gathers the puppy in his arms and goes down to the kitchen, Sirius following them. He doesn’t know what exactly is causing Harry’s reluctance, but he has a suspicion. 

He cuts up some leftover chicken for Harry to feed the puppy, and then goes into Remus’s office to gather up the rope toys Moony likes to use, as well as the crate he sometimes curls up in to nap off the Wolfsbane during full moons. Harry eyes the crate warily when Sirius comes back into the kitchen.

“So he’ll have somewhere warm and safe to sleep tonight,” Sirius says. “I doubt he’s house-trained, and sorry mate, but I don’t fancy him pissing all over the house all night.” 

Harry reluctantly nods. “Yeah, okay.” 

The puppy eats and drinks his fill, and then Harry entices him to play with one of the rope toys. Sirius can’t help the smile that touches his lips as he watches them, the puppy having the time of his life and Harry giggling--giggling!--while they play.

The puppy eventually tires himself out and falls asleep curled up in Harry’s lap. 

“There was a dog in the Dursleys’ garden once.” Harry’s not looking at him. He strokes one of the puppy’s ears with a gentle finger. “She was a stray. I brought her scraps from the table whenever Aunt Petunia sent me outside to do chores.” 

Scraps that Harry had probably needed for himself, but he’d split them with a stray instead. His heart ached. “That was really kind of you, Hazza.”

“She was my first friend,” Harry says softly. “My only friend. She lived in the garden for most of the summer, until Dudley found out about her.” 

“Oh, Harry.”

“He and his friends chased her off. Hit her with sticks and threw rocks at her. I never saw her again.” 

“She probably found a home,” Sirius says. “She sounds friendly. I’m sure someone took her in.”

“Yeah,” Harry says. “I hope so.” 

Sirius hears the Floo roar, and then Remus calls out a hello.

“In here, Remus,” he says.

Remus comes into the kitchen, and his eyes widen. “Well, you two were certainly busy today.” 

“Harry found him in the garden,” Sirius says. “The weather’s shite. I don’t see a problem with letting him stay tonight, and then we’ll take him to a shelter tomorrow.”

“Sure, of course we will,” Remus says, sounding amused. 

The puppy wakes himself up with a yawn, and then eyes Remus curiously. He gets out of Harry’s lap and trots over to the other man, sniffing him curiously. Remus holds very still--animals tend to have very strong reactions to him. Either they adore him, or they’re terrified of him. 

The puppy is apparently in the former category, because his tail starts to wag and he lets out a series of happy yips. Remus crouches down to pet him. 

“You’re a handsome fellow, aren’t you,” he says. “Yes, you are. And much better behaved than Padfoot.”

“You hear how he talks to me, Harry?” 

Harry laughs, and Sirius wishes he could bottle the sound. It doesn’t happen enough.

Harry and the puppy are inseparable for the rest of the evening. Remus keeps throwing Sirius significant looks that he tries to ignore. They’re not getting a pet. Hedwig is enough. In the morning, they’ll take the puppy to the nearest shelter, and Sirius will personally make sure he goes to a good home. 

When it comes time for bed, Harry lines the crate with plenty of blankets and sets the puppy inside. He closes the door and locks it, and the puppy immediately begins to whimper.

Harry chews on his bottom lip. “You’re sure he’s going to be alright in there?” 

The puppy whines, and Harry looks distraught. Remus squeezes his shoulder.

“He’ll be fine. He’s got toys and water and soft blankets. He’ll probably make a mess, but that’s alright. That’s what magic is for. He’ll settle down as soon as we all leave him be.” 

***

The puppy cries for an hour after they all retire upstairs. 

Sirius stares at the ceiling. He’s not going to give in and check on the puppy. He’s not. 

“Don’t even think it, Sirius,” Remus murmurs from his side of the bed.

“I’m not,” Sirius says. “It’s just--do you think he’s cold?”

“We gave him blankets and cast a heating charm.” 

“Maybe he’s hurt.”

“You checked him over before bed. He’s perfectly fine.” Remus rolls over and rests his head on Sirius’s chest. “He’ll settle down eventually.”

Remus is right--the puppy does eventually quiet down. Remus’s breathing evens out soon after that, and Sirius quickly follows him into sleep.

Sirius wakes up before dawn, his new normal, and pads downstairs to make some tea. Harry will sleep for at least another couple of hours, and they won’t see Remus until almost noon. 

But when he comes into the kitchen, the first thing he notices is his godson curled up on the floor. The crate is open, and the puppy is nestled in Harry’s arms, also fast asleep. 

“Sirius?” Remus comes up behind him, knuckling his eyes. 

“What are you doing up?” Sirius whispers.

“Needed a piss, and the bed’s cold without you. What--” Remus finally catches sight of Harry and the puppy, and immediately softens. “Oh.” 

“That’s why the puppy stopped whining last night, I bet.” 

“Probably,” Remus says. He wraps his arms around Sirius’s waist and props his chin on Sirius’s shoulder, though he has to stretch to reach it. “You can’t make him go to a shelter.”

“No,” Sirius sighs. “I won’t. Looks like we’ve got a pet, Moons.” 

“Looks like it. Where are you going?”

“I’ve got to write to the Board of Governors,” Sirius says. “I have six weeks to persuade them to add dogs to the list of approved pets for Hogwarts students.”

[igotanidea]

You're losing me : Nikolai Lanstov x f!reader

Based on Taylor Swift song "You're losing me" (I used some lyrics, all credit goes to the queen :) : Reader agreeing to nikolai's plan about marrying alina but when he married alina they started growing apart and she could sense it but nikolai was too busy (with alina?) to realize so she talked to nikolai and he did listen but he still did nothing.

I changed the "marrying" part to simple enagagement, since they never really married.

Sorry it took to long, hope you'll like it @cat-of-nightmares @marsconer

***

„I don’t understand.” He said

„I know you don’t.” she sighed deeply, facing the window and looking outside not ready to look him in the eyes. She knew exactly what was hidden inside them. Pain. Fear. Confusion. And endless amount of love, regardless of the situation they found themselves in.

“Y/N…..”

“It’s fine Nikolai. It really is fine. I shouldn’t be here anyway. I got a commander meetings to attend to in a few minutes and given the fact I am presiding I really cannot be late…..” she moved towards the door but he grabbed her wrist and spun her around.

“Come on, I deserve better than this.” He pleaded for any explanation on her side “tell me.”

“Kolya…. You should know by yourself…..”

“Is this because of me getting engaged to Alina? Why bring it up now? You knew the plan all along. It’s not like I left you in the dark….” He took a step forward, fighting to meet her gaze, but she wasn’t the one to relent easily instead turning her head away. And that stung.

“Yes, I did, I knew. But what I didn’t expect was for you to grow so …. distant towards me. I know things changed between us and we cannot be as close as before, but you barely speak to me. You avoid me. You always find something to keep yourself busy. It’s like I can’t even get within ten feet from you because you just keep running.“

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, Nikolai.  You do. How can you not see it?” she managed to say with the broken voice  “tell me,  why do I have to ask for an official audience with you?  Why do I have to use my position as commanding officer to get five minutes of your time? It…. hurts….”

“Y/N…..” he run hand through his hair in frustration, messing them up and Y/N had to fight the urge to fix his blond curls up . As if royal life and choices he was forced to make wasn’t hard enough, now, to addition, he was losing her. And the worst part was that, he didn’t even realize his behavior until she pointed it out to him. “I’m sorry, love. I truly am. Please, don’t leave.” He took a step forward and grabbed her hands in his, caressing her skin gently and lovingly. “Just stay.”

“Give me a reason to, Nikolai.” she whispered “cause Saints, I don’t want to go, but if you keep doing what you’re doing…….”

“I won’t. Promise.” His right hand found a way up her arm, brushed over her shoulder and ended cupping her cheek, thumb running over the soft, smooth skin three. “I want you with me. Don’t ever feel differently.”

“You want me as who?” a single tear fell down her face “cause we both know that what we had before is gone since you got engaged. So…. who am I to you now?”

“You are…..” everything – was what he tried to say, but the amount of pain and fear on her face made his heart clench and he just couldn’t manage a single word. Instead he just stuttered. The silence lasted  for too long and that made her wriggle out of his embrace. ‘Please….”

“I really have to go, Nikolai. Like I said, meeting.”

“Are you denying the prince?” he smirked, trying to get back to his usual smugness, but was too desperate to succeed at that.

“I don’t think that was an official request. Or was it? Were you asking as a royalty or as …..”

“I still love you. I swear. I’ll do better if that’s what you need. I promise. I don’t want to be apart from you.” he almost cried those words out, reaching for her waist and pulling her close to him, cradling her head and stroking her hair.

“Ok.” She whispered, not pulling back from the shelter she had in his arms “I hold you to your words.” The smallest, almost unnoticeable smile showed on her face, lightening up her eyes. Their intertwined fingers brushed over each other’s once more before she moved towards the door, now really late for the meeting. “See you later?”

“Always.” He gulped.

He was losing her.

***

That conversation took place three weeks ago.

And for a moment he really was acting better, finding more time for Y/N, who was still trying to figure out how to act in the new situation. Who to be and how to reconcile her duties as a second army officer, subject to Nikolai and her broken heart.  

When they were kids, Nikolai and Y/N they had those big, fairytale plans. They wanted to be together no matter what, and foolishly believed that a fantasy could be made a reality. But he was a prince and in his own words, being himself( and therefore doing what he wanted) was a luxury he couldn’t usually indulge in. And that only got worse once Vasily was murdered and Nikolai was about to be crowned and rule Ravka as a king. And amongst other things, that meant getting engaged to the sun summoner only to ensure safety of Ravka.

And it hurt.

Y/N could easily understand his duties as a king. But what she could not comprehend was not taking her feelings into consideration at all. One day he just came out of nowhere advising her that he was engaged to Alina.

And that left her questioning herself for days.

Lonely days, filled with thoughts, burring herself with work and duties and simply keeping herself busy just to not think about the fact that despite his promise to act different, Nikolai still had zero time for her.

And she was tired of fighting.  Her heart just couldn’t take it all and it felt like it was slowly giving up on her, not wanting to start, to beat anymore.

One sleepless night she was just wandering around the corridor of the palace unable to lay down and get any rest. Absentmindedly she followed the path she and Nikolai used to walk so many times before, in happier times. Times that seemed so far away now, almost like it was just a dream that never happened. She could still hear the echo of their voices, their careful steps in the middle of the night, when they were sneaking away from their rooms just to be together for a while more. Ironically, completely reverse situation than it was at the moment.

“Y/N…..” Nikolai would call her in another life, hugging her closely to his chest, swaying to the music he only heard inside his mind .

“Nikolai….” She would repeat, hearing her same melody he did

“don’t ever leave me.” His hand would find a way to her chin, lifting it up slightly, meeting her gaze

“I won’t. I’ll stay as long as you’ll want me.” She would whisper

“I’ll always want you.”

And then their lips would meet in the softest, gentlest kiss. There was no need for urgency, they had each other. For good and for worse. Everyone at the court knew, that Nikolai and Y/N were always together. They would hold each other tightly, basking in each other’s warmth and love and care. Pretty much nothing could come between them.

Well…..

Until not apparently and she just couldn’t stop the tears flowing down freely at the memories flooding her brain.

He promised to always want her, but now he was acting so cold and indifferent and always busy.

He was losing her.

***

“Y/N? Are you all right? You look so pale and thin……” Alina was the first one to notice Y/N’s sick look.

“Yes. Yes, I am perfectly fine, thank you.” she lied smoothly

“are you su….?”

“Yes, I am sure. I’ve just…. been thinking a lot lately….. and had some trouble sleeping that’s just it.”

“You worry too much, sunshine. You should relax a bit. How about you spend some time outside the palace? That can be easily arranged.” Nikolai chimed in with his characteristic smile and Y/N’s eyes grew wide. Was he really so oblivious or just simply stupid? How many hints could she possibly throw his direction for him to understand.

“Thank you, moi tsar…..”

“Not until the coronation.”

“…. however I don’t think that time off could fix what I’m suffering from.” she hissed, covering for the despair that crept into her heart. “seems like it’s something that cannot be healed. Now if  you excuse me….” She curtsied and in a heartbeat left the chamber.

He was losing her.

***

“Moi tsar?” Genya entered the chamber when Nikolai was holding a meeting with the second army officers, Y/N included. Normally, no one would dare to interrupt so this had to be something really important.

“Yes, Genya?” he raised his blue eyes from the map, his gaze landing on Y/N for a moment before focusing on the tailor. “What happened?”

“The sun summoner requires your presence. Something about Darkling and the amplifier….”

“I’ll see to her immediately. Y/N, please continue without me.”

She barely found enough strength to nod. The fact was, that all that drama and broken heart was taking a heavy toll on her health. Her heart was getting weak, not only in a metaphorical sense but now also in a real, physical aspect. She was suffering from headaches and nausea and Nikolai just seemed to completely miss this.

But she was not going to show any sign of weakness, slowly getting up from her chair and taking Nikolai’s place at the top of the table. She knew well enough her position as a commander was being questioned and had to fight to keep it.

“As you can see, the plan is to attack Darkling and his army from the north side and …..” she started, her voice shaking.

“You sure you’re not messing up the directions?” one of the male commander threw spiteful words at her “no offence, but is your mental condition good enough to even be here?”

“I… how dare you?!”

“Oh, I dare. Everyone knows king Nikolai only keeps you here because of some old sentiment.”

“Really?” she mocked, trying her best to keep tough attitude “then why does he keep you?”

“’because I’m useful.” The man shrugged “you were only needed where you were warming king’s bed, but now that he got the sun summoner as a bride to be…..”

“watch your words!” she hissed, clenching her fists.

“Or what will you do little whore? It’s not like the King can protect you anymore. Seems like he does not care about you the same way he used to…”

“It’s not true….” She whispered

“Isn’t it?” the man mocked “when was the last time he paid attention to you? Hm? Oh, that’s right. He’s been omitting you even here, while consulting. And you, you little poor thing, though you were actually worth something?”

“I…..” she took a sharp inhale, gathering strength to defend herself but before any words were actually spoken, Nikolai voice chimed in from the entrance.

‘I think that is enough.” The tone suggested that he has been standing there for a moment and heard most of the exchange. He shot one look at Y/N, not sure how to behave.

Say something….she begged silently, her teary eyes fixed on his do something please, just let me know it’s not true. That you don’t think that. Just risk it, please…..

But he did nothing.

Instead, Alina, who was standing right next to him decided to put the commander in his place, not mincing her words, in a sun summoner style defending her friend.

He was losing her.

***

She had family in Ketterdam. Close family that would be more than happy to take her in for some time. And since she apparently had no future in the palace, no real friends, not Nikolai, nothing, the choice was obvious.

Three days after Nikolai’s inaction at the collocution she grabbed her bag, gathered most important things and under the cover of the night, went aboard the ship, leaving her hometown, leaving her past, leaving the people she thought cared about her. On one hand, she was free. Free from the pain, fear, heartache, from being a soldier on the frontline that was always fighting. On the other side, she knew that what she went through, how she was treated by the one man she loved with all her heart would leave a lasting scar.

But he didn’t choose her.

He was losing her.

And yet, still didn’t know that……

***

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” the next morning Nikolai was walking around the palace and its ground, asking everyone who happen to came across about the girl. He just couldn’t find her anywhere, even in her favorite places and uneasiness was slowly started to form in his chest. “Saints, please let her be all right…” he begged the skies. It was just so easy to imagine her lying somewhere, hurt or unconscious. Saints! Alina, Genya and Zoya were right when they were pointing out her bad health of late. He should have paid more attention to her. He swore to her to find time for her, to give her attention and only now Nikolai realized that for the last month and a half he did nothing to even come close to that promise.

“Moi tsar…..” one of the servant approached Nikolai’s distressed figure

“What is it?”

“There’s a letter for you…..”

“A letter?” Nikolai almost jumped, all possible crazy thoughts gathering in his mind. “From who?”

“If I were to guess, my king…… I would say, miss Y/N……”

“Give it to me.” Nikolai commanded, barely holding himself from going at the servant and extorting that piece of paper. “Now leave. I want to read it in silence.”

The servant rushed out and Nikolai, with shaking hands and rapidly beating heart struggled to open the envelope. What happened to her? Did Darkling kidnapped her? Was she hurt? Was she in pain? He shouldn’t even be standing her, while she might have been in danger…..

Well, the truth happened to be far worse than his imagination. And he found that out the second he finally managed to retrieve the words she wrote to him.

….. Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

The more his eyes moved on the lines, the wider his eyes were becoming. Breath hitched in his throat and the silent scream got muffled so that only the tiniest whimper got out. Once he read the last line, the letter fell from his hand and slowly landed on the carpeted floor. And the king fell to his knees, grabbing his head, looking like a mad man who just lost his mind, his heart, his soul. Utterly broken.

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you …….”

“Nikolai?” Alina came from the adjacent chamber and his disheveled state alarmed her instantly as she rushed to his side, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly, preventing Nikolai from hurting himself. “Nikolai, look at me, what happened?!”

But he couldn’t say a word, instead just leaning his head on the wall, closing  his eyes and getting lost in his mind.

He lost her.