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highvern · 2 months

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Secret Games

Pairing: Chwe Vernon x f!reader

Genre: angst, smut, 18+

Warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, penetrative sex, toxic relationship

Length: 1.7k

Note: i cried writing this. the most toxic piece ive ever written but sometimes fic is the best place to work out issues lmao. originally inspired by girlfriend - avril lavigne but i took it and made it a lot worse. thank you @gyuswhore for being the best beta in the world

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Vernon is convinced the entire universe is playing a practical joke on him. It has to be. Vernon would never cheat on his girlfriend, wouldn’t even entertain the idea, and if someone told him a month ago he’d be where he is now, he’d take them to the hospital for a CT scan.

But a month ago he hadn’t met you, and now Vernon feels like the biggest asshole on the face of the earth.

He loves Olivia. She’s his soulmate, his favorite person, the girl he told his mom was the one since they started dating when he was a junior in college. Four years together and never once did he question if she was the person he wanted to be with.

Until you.

The only person to blame was himself. Getting caught up in the attention of the newest addition to the friend group, failing to ignore longing looks or sideways glances, reacting to your not so subtle touches. It didn’t matter if his girlfriend was sitting in his lap or she was nowhere to be seen, you seemed to zero in on him the moment you entered the room.

From the first night in the smoky club, you had him in the palm of your hand. Dancing on another man while your eyes never left his. Watching him over the mystery man's shoulder, while Olivia pressed her front to his. Pretended the body under his palms belonged to you, the lips pressed to his neck were yours.

Something passed between you two that night and since then every waking moment of Vernon’s existence revolved around how shitty of a boyfriend he became when put to the test.

But he’d been better lately. Avoiding nights out where you might be lurking, urging his girlfriend to have as many girls’ nights as she wants, hoping she might be slipping the same way he was. But Olivia didn’t look at anyone the way she looked at him. She’d never betray him, never think twice about another man even when they flirt with her out in the open like her boyfriend isn’t sitting right next to her.

That knowledge only makes the truth harder to swallow.

The beginning of the end starts in a small hall closet at Soonyoung’s apartment. Everyone came over to celebrate his recent promotion. Several rounds of drinks later, the subject of celebration insisted in a game of hide and seek. There weren't many options to hide almost twenty bodies but alcohol has a way of soothing practical concerns.

Mingyu’s voice boomed through the apartment, jumping into action immediately and sending bodies scurrying for cover.

Vernon pulled the closet door tight, praying Jun’s attempt to hide behind a lamp and Jeonghan half sticking out from under the couch would buy him enough time to avoid capture.

He could still hear the older man counting when the door opened. A sliver of light cuts across his eyes, casting the body pressing into the space in shadow. For a split second he thinks its his girlfriend, already laughing with childish glee at being so close.

But then Vernon realizes the person pushing in is you.

“Ready or not!”

Vernon tries to move back as far as he can into the wall but the bite of the shelves into his spine prevent more than a few inches of space between you. The door barely manages to click shut in time for footsteps to trample by, Mingyu’s laughter bleeding through the wood.

In the darkness, Vernon finds a sudden awareness of your body. The roar of blood in his ears does little to drown out the sound of your breathing. Painfully measured breaths that stop every time someone shuffles by on the other side of the door. The heat radiating off your back across the inch of space between your bodies, a ghost of the real thing.

A loud bang makes you both jump, and with the limited space you end up in flat against Vernon’s chest, his arms around your waist to steady you. He knows you can feel his heart pounding. Not from being caught in such a silly game but from the proximity of your ass to his crotch; bodies firmly suctioned against one another.

He tries not to react when you wiggle against him in an attempt to create more space. Vernon is desperate for you to ignore the hard curve of his pants, rising with each movement, each inhale of your perfume.

“Vernon?” you call. “I said you're stepping on my foot.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Wait, let me just,” you whisper back.

At that moment, all of his defenses crumble. Chest to chest, your breath brushing against his ear, Vernon knows it’s futile to fight what he’s feeling. Your hands skating down his chest confirm it, rocketing his heart into a tailspin.

He wants you.

And the way you look up at him, with lazy blinks and a drunk smile, tells Vernon you want him too.

A flush makes its way up his neck and he’s thankful for the darkness you're both absorbed in. The thought of all the others beyond the space you two occupy isn’t a blip in his mind. Vernon doesn’t want you to see what an obvious effect you have on him; even if the evidence is digging into the softness of your stomach.

A pass of your lips against his jaw scorches the flesh. Barely a second of contact; simple, chaste. But the imprint will stain his consciousness forever. Each lave of your tongue against the column of his throat forces him deeper into the pits of hell.

The sting of our teeth precedes an airy whine, “Vernon.”

His head drops back at the sound of his name on your tongue again. He wants to taste, to suck the words out of your mouth while his hands force it from your lips over and over again.

Just as he’s about to, the door knob jiggles.

“Y/N, Vernon! We know you’re in there! We caught everyone else.”

Splitting apart, the warm light from the hall floods the tight space. Stumbling out, Vernon shoulders past you, past his friends, to where Olivia is waiting with a knowing gaze. He can’t look at her. Can’t look at his friends all laughing drunkenly, declaring you the winner

Despite the look of absolute disappointment Olivia appraises him with, she doesn’t object when his hand circles her wrist and Vernon tugs her through the front door.

—

Vernon tries to bury what he felt in that closet in his girlfriend’s body. Tries to remember how much he loves her, wants to be with her.

Neither of them seem to be fully present. He can feel it in her body, the way she stiffens under his hands like they freeze her muscles solid. The rasps of Olivia’s half hearted moans churn his stomach, tying knots over and over again until he thinks he might be sick.

They’ve been knocked off their axis by something, someone. The practiced ease of their bodies is nowhere to be found. She’s a step ahead and he’s a step behind but rather than stop and talk about it like they usually do, they both press forward as if it’s normal.

Who they’re pretending for, Vernon has no idea. Each other? Themselves? All the people who’ve watched their relationship bloom over the years? It doesn’t matter. He can feel years of love turning to dust and he can’t bare to watch.

Thoughts of you break the dam in his mind. How you felt under his hands, your lips against his skin, how you’d taste on his tongue. What sounds you’d make if no one interrupted what was just over the edge in the closet.

The mirage of you, head thrown back in bliss as you take his cock rockets him to the end. Eyes cinched shut, imagination running rampant. It’s you underneath him, skin sticking to his, nails raking down his spine. It’s the smell of your shampoo still lingering in his nose as he buries his face in Olivia’s neck and loses himself in the motions.

Vernon doesn’t realize he cums with your name on his lips until Olivia’s sobs reach his ears.

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You shudder against the freezing wind, puffs of smoke washing away as soon as they exit your nostrils. A bile of shame and regret burns the back of your throat; something not even the sting of liquor is able to drive away. But that won’t stop you from drinking straight from the bottle you nabbed from Mingyu’s hand before running outside.

Maybe it's the weed or the booze but you’ve never felt so empty. A bitter hollowness, rotting you to the core. Tear tracks stain your cheeks, prickling in the frigid winter air. The cacophony of street noise falls on deaf ears as you replay the events filling you with misery.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Flirting with Vernon had been Olivia’s idea. A friend helping a friend. She wanted to test his loyalty. Begged you to help her assuage her doubts about their relationship. Vernon’s lack of reassurance, her belief that he’d leave her for someone else. All you were supposed to do was smile and make bedroom eyes and see if he’d cave. When that didn’t work, she told you to step it up; looks turned into touches, and flirty comments turned into late night texts where she told you exactly what to say to have him wrapped around his finger.

And when that didn’t work, she shoved you into the closet with her boyfriend to see what’d take place in the dark, away from prying eyes.

Olivia got what she thought she wanted in the end. A nod from you was all the confirmation she needed as her boyfriend whisked her out the door.

No one else seemed to pick up the tension trickling out of the closet. They were all so eager to believe that Vernon and Olivia were in love; the type of couple who you aspire to be like, so wrapped up in one another that the thought of them separated made no logical sense. Why would Vernon even consider someone else? The thought he’d do anything to jeopardize such a clandestine pairing wasn’t even a thought in the horizon.

The buzz of your phone knocks you from your stupor. A humorless huff of air sighs through your nose as you silence the fourth call in the last ten minutes. Barely a second for the same name to pop up again.

Incoming call… Vernon Chwe

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charlottecutepie · 3 months

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☥ Bunny meat (William Afton x fem!reader x Michael Afton)

Summary: He was a likeable middle-aged man who had wonderful children, his dream job and a beautiful wife. He never blamed himself for his own actions, or to be more exact, he never thought about their consequences.

author note: Ive been thinking for a very long time whether I should publish this fic here. this is my fav fic I wrote for fnaf, I especially like the way I portrayed William here. so please, if any of you would like to see this story here, can you leave a comment? It’ll help me to understand. I’m just unsure if I should post this fic here :’’)

tags: darkfic, unhealthy relationship, angst, smut with plot, p in v, dubcon, oral sex, rough and gentle sex, daddy kink, blood play, knife play, fear play, hurt/comfort, violence, gore/murders, child abuse, follows fnaf lore, moral and physical abuse, virginity kink, anxiety disorder, age gap, daddy issues, unreliable narrator, hallucinations, hidden pairing, William is sick, psychopathy, unhealthy narcissism

Chapter 2.

Chapter 1. Thoughts

Chilly spring night. Light wind and rain. It's so fresh outside that the opposite effect appears: you feel as if you are suffocating from excess air. Outside is your favourite smell of wet grass after the rain. Light smile appears on your lips, and you carelessly go out on the porch of your house, looking at the beautiful view in front of you.

At such moments, everything around seems to be a part of you, you feel some kind of connection with nature and this world. Peace, tranquility, two things what you lack in life.

Today was a bad day. Maybe tomorrow will be better? Tomorrow will be the same. And when will it be better? Does this hell have an end?

Your head is filled with bad thoughts. It feels like every day is getting a little worse than the previous one. You never understood why you deserved such treatment from your father. It was as if he was doing everything so that you wouldn't feel like his daughter. He never even called you that. Something bad happened in your family every day, mom and dad always argued, and you always ran into your room in a state of panic, anxiety. What if father does something to her? That's what happened a few years ago. When you called your aunt in tears, begging her to come, because your father broke your mom's leg and beat her to a concussion. You could have been next if your aunt hadn't arrived on time. That evening, the picture of father changed dramatically in your little child's head.

“Father” means something cold, something cruel. The one who can punch, beat, shout, scream. Abuse.

You live with this thought to this day, but the only thing that has changed is that now there is no father anymore. He died a month ago, which was a shock to your whole little family. You hardly remember what happened exactly on the day of his death, but you clearly memorised your mother who cried all night because she knew well that the only one who could work to feed the family was her husband.

And now, because of this husband she cannot find a well-paid job, because he took care to provide her with a serious disability. And you're too young to work, first you must finish school and university.

Your skin was covered with goosebumps, you went back into the house. Passing by mom's room, you made sure that she was asleep and went to your own one.

Tomorrow is another day.

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June 22.

“Y/n, breakfast is ready.” you heard mom's voice from the kitchen. Telling her you'd be coming soon, you headed to the bathroom to comb your hair and wash your face.

On the dining table you saw a plate with your favorite breakfast. Pancakes with honey, it couldn't not make you happy. You smiled and sat down opposite your mom. Woman was in a joyful mood.

“Good morning, dear, how did you sleep?” she asked gently, examining your face expression. That's how your conversation started, about everything and nothing at once. She told something about her plans for today, for a week, about her friends, about how one of them gave birth again. You just enjoyed her monologue, sometimes nodding and shaking your head. It was nice for you to see a sparkle in mom's eyes, it was something strange and unique for you, but warming soul. “I absolutely forgot that soon is your birthday!”

“Oh, really? If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have remembered…” you answered in confusion, fidgeting in your chair and twitching your leg. For some reason, the mention of your birthday made you uncomfortable. Probably because it will be your first birthday without your father. After all, when he was alive, you never really celebrated it. The maximum that was — sweets that your mother gave you in secret from him. You wonder what will happen this time?

“How are we going to celebrate?” Mom asked, smile on her face.

You looked at the floor, nervously fiddling with your shorts. You scratched your head, trying to think of something, but no idea came to mind. Your thoughts are empty again.

“It's your 18th birthday… We need to celebrate it well somehow.” for a second she paused, before looking at you with cheerful face. “Oh… Mr. Afton!”

Your eyes widened in surprise, because after the funeral, your family stopped communicating with Afton family.

“Mom, what are you up to?” you frowned. To be honest, you always got shivers running down your spine from his name, because your last meeting was at that cemetery, on the day of your father's funeral. Memories have entered your mind, forcing you to remember your last dialogue with Mr. Afton.

After the burial itself happened, you ran away from the crowd away. Your heart was racing like crazy, trying to jump out of your chest. You sat down on a wet bench, covering your face in hysterics. Tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto a puddle under the bench.

“Young lady,” a low-pitched male voice called you out of hysteria. “Everything is okay? You've been sitting here for hour.”

You opened your eyes and raised your head. Next to you was standing was a tall, middle-aged man with dark brown hair, dressed in black trousers and a jacket. He leaned towards you, holding an umbrella over your head. His face seemed painfully familiar, but because of the hysteria, you couldn't remember who it was.

“Oh god, Y/n? I didn't recognize you, little one. Why are you sitting here all alone?” he smiled broadly as he sat down next to you on the bench, still holding the umbrella for you. “Your mom is looking for you, she's so worried. Her beloved girl is lost.”

You recognised this man. It was none other than William Afton. One of your father's friends, he often came to visit you, and your family also visited him. You were embarrassed by ignoring his questions because you didn't know what to respond. He's been staring at your face the whole time.

“Come on, princess, I see how cold you are.” with these words, he took off his jacket, putting it on your shoulders. “I understand how hard it is for you, honey.”

You haven't received so many nicknames from any men for all your 17 years of life. Never, not once. His voice at some point began to seem more comfortable and soothing. Because of all the surging emotions, you burst into tears again in front of him, no longer hiding your face. William, not wasting a minute, threw umbrella and took you in his arms, so that your face was hidden in his chest. His cold hands stroked your hair, soothing you, calming you. It may have looked strange from out of context, but you really needed support in such hard moment.

“Don't cry, Y/n. You'll be fine, little one.” he talked and talked endlessly, but because of your own tears and sobs, you ignored everything, only burying your nose in his chest more.

“He's the owner of a pizzeria! Do you want to celebrate there? I'm sure he'll give us a discount in honor of such an event.” her smile never disappeared for a second. You were already beginning to doubt at how real her emotions were.

“Are you sure? We don't have much money anyway…”

“Never mind, I want you to finally have the best birthday, dear.” she winked and got up from the table, putting the plates and mugs in the sink.

Your lips curled at the thought of having to see William again.

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helloalycia · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 [𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑] // 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤

summary: with only your guilt to sit with, you can't help but worry for Alicia's wellbeing and think about what you said to her.

warning/s: mentions of death and injury.

author's note: and this is the final part! hope the person who requested this feels i met the brief haha, that’s all for now but i’m working on some other stuff :)

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After cleaning up and getting into a fresh pair of clothes, all with Ofelia's help, I was able to get into a less volatile state and return to the Clarks, who were still pacing outside the medbay. When they spotted me, they paused and smiled a little, putting me at ease.

"Hey, sweetie, how're you feeling?" Madison asked.

"Better," I answered truthfully, before looking between them both. "I just want to apologise for before. I was hysterical and it wasn't appropriate. Not when your family member is in there, hurt."

"You don't need to apologise," Nick said, nudging my arm. "You're scared. We all are."

I swallowed hard, unsure what to say.

"They're almost done in there," he told me. "They're just wrapping her wounds and we can go in."

At this good news, my heart seemed to return to its normal pace for a moment. "She's okay?"

"She will be," Madison assured me. "It looked worse than it was, but you got her back in time."

I could have cried again at hearing this, but I figured they'd seen enough of my tears, so I settled for a sigh of relief.

The three of us stayed out there for a little longer, Ofelia soon joining us, before we were allowed inside to see her. It was hard for me to imagine anything other than the bloody mess I'd left her there as earlier, but when we approached her bed and saw her looking much better, cleaner and safer, I knew she was truly okay.

Madison and Nick rushed to her side instantly, taking a hand each as she was still unconscious. I felt like I was intruding as Ofelia and I stood to the side, giving them a moment. And then Madison looked up, nodding to me.

"D'you wanna see her?" she asked encouragingly, but I shook my head.

"It's okay," I politely declined, feeling incredibly awkward and also unable to look at her without feeling a sense of shame wash over me.

They didn't say anything about it, and I risked glancing at Alicia once more, my heart aching, but in a different way, when I saw her pale skin, closed eyes and still figure. I couldn't stay here, not when I knew what I'd said to her last – so I dismissed myself before giving them some space, knowing it was for the best.

A few hours later, I was sat outside my cabin, fingers playing with the zip of my jacket mindlessly, when Ofelia found me.

"She's awake," she rushed out breathlessly, a smile on her lips.

I raised my eyebrows, standing up instantly. "She is? Is she– is she okay?"

Ofelia laughed, nodding. "Of course. She's asking for you, c'mon."

She was asking for me? Even after everything I'd said to her?

I nodded slowly, then quickly, then followed after Ofelia when I realised Alicia was waiting for me. It was as if a stone was lodged in my chest as I approached the medbay, walking inside and seeing Alicia's bed, surrounded by her family. When Nick and Madison saw me, they smiled with relief.

"You're here," Madison said, before looking to her son. "C'mon. Let's give them a minute."

I swallowed thickly as they left for a moment, Ofelia squeezing my hand before doing the same. Sucking up a deep breath, I approached Alicia's bedside, eyes falling to the conscious Clark girl as she looked up at me, eyes tired but alive.

"Hey," she started when I didn't, her voice raspy and quiet.

Naturally, my eyes took in the state of her, double checking to make sure she was truly okay. The colour had returned to her cheeks and she seemed pain-free, probably because of the meds running through her IV, and her body was covered by a blanket, so I couldn't see her bandaged wound. Still, she looked pretty weak and it left me with a horrible taste in my mouth, knowing it was because of me.

"You weren't here," she continued, taking a slow breath. "They said you left."

I opened my mouth, "I–", but stopped when my voice broke, taking a second to collect myself. For God's sake, why couldn't I keep it together?

"It's not as bad as it looks," she tried to reassure me, glancing down at her body, before offering me a small smile.

I blinked my tears back, shaking my head. "Isn't it?"

Her smile faded, green eyes boring through mine cluelessly, and I began to frown guiltily.

"You wouldn't have gotten hurt if we hadn't argued," I told her regretfully, "if I hadn't said what I did."

"Y/N, you couldn't have known it was booby trapped," she said, before reaching out her hand towards me.

I grabbed it, squeezing it gently, but I still felt horrible. "But we could have gone together if I hadn't pushed you away."

Embarrassed yet again, I turned my head and forcefully wiped my tears away, the thought of almost losing her reigniting them.

"It's okay," she tried to reassure me, tugging my hand with what little strength she had.

"It's not," I muttered, voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Alicia."

"Don't be," she said sternly, tugging my hand harder, forcing me to look down at her and see the determination in her eyes. "You brought me here when I could've died. You saved me. I should be thanking you."

I clenched my jaw, trying to stop the trembling, and let go of her hand. She began to frown, eyes flickering between mine.

"Don't push yourself away again, please," she begged, eyes becoming glossy. "You might not need me, but I need you."

My heart ached as she stared at me, refusing to look away, her heart on her sleeve. I'd almost lost her, just as I'd feared, and it hadn't mattered whether I was with her or not. Losing people was impossible to prevent and it could happen, just like that. It almost had with Alicia, and I could've lost her having acted so horribly towards her. God, I was a fool.

"When my mum died, it happened so unexpectedly," I suddenly said, knowing I was making no sense, but everything was coming out all at once. "I wasn't prepared, and it's the hardest thing I've ever had to go through."

"I'm sorry," she said considerately.

I shrugged. "You don't need to be. It happened randomly. Just like losing people in our tribe did. Death doesn't have a warning label, and I stupidly thought I could push people away so I'd never have to feel loss again."

I closed my eyes, pausing as I tried to collect myself, not wanting to cry again. And then Alicia's hand slipped into mind, and I opened my eyes, holding tightly as I met her green, attentive stare.

"My dad, he won't talk about it, but he does the same. It's why he struggles to trust people," I continued. "As much as I hate that about him, I take after him. And I don't want to anymore... I'm tired of being alone. I... I don't want to push people away anymore."

"You don't have to," she said with certainty.

"I know," I murmured. "Because almost losing you today only reminded me that it could happen any time, anywhere, no matter the circumstances. And I just– I don't want to ever lose you, not like this, not after all the horrible stuff I said to you."

She looked between my eyes, searching. "What are you saying?"

I took her hand between both of mine. "I'm saying that I need you, too. And I'm so fucking sorry. And, if you forgive me, I'd love to have a second chance. One that I won't screw up."

My heart was hammering so loudly in my chest that I wouldn't have been surprised if she could hear it in the silence that followed. Her hand between mine made my skin go numb, and the longer she said nothing, the more anxious I grew. Had I fucked it?

"Of course, you idiot," she finally muttered, before smiling weakly.

I exhaled deeply, feeling a weight off my chest, and then she pulled me down and wrapped her arms around my neck the best she could, hugging me. I tucked my head into her neck as I tried my best to return her hug, despite her laying down, and my guilt was somewhat shrinking.

"I know I'm not good at talking about how I feel," I said to her, pulling away but cupping her cheek, hovering above her as I held my weight up with my other hand. "I'm going to try to be better, I promise."

She closed her eyes, hand behind my neck and pulling me closer so our foreheads were touching. "I know. I appreciate it, Y/N."

I revelled in the moment for a few seconds longer before pulling back, smiling down at her. "You should rest."

"I will," she promised. "You'll stay this time, right?"

I squeezed her hand in response. "I'm not leaving."

Her lips curved into a tired smile, eyes watching me and making me nervous, before closing contently.

As promised, I kept Alicia company for as much as I could during her recovery. Over the next few days, when her family weren't sat with her, I'd stay by her side and try to take her mind off things.

One lunchtime, I was making her a tray of food to bring back to the medbay when my father bumped into me on the way back to her.

"Hey," he said with a smile. "What're you up to?"

I lifted the tray in my hand slightly. "Just getting some lunch for Alicia."

He nodded, eyebrows raising. "Ah, yes, of course. Y'know, it's nice to see that you've both resolved whatever argument you were having. It was starting to get weird, watching you ignore each other."

I smiled a little. "Yeah... it was my fault, but we've sorted everything out now."

"Well, you've been spending basically every waking moment with her since she got hurt, so you'd find the time, wouldn't you?" he joked, but it still made my face heat up with embarrassment.

"I just want her to be okay, dad," I tried to say dismissively, but it wasn't very believable.

He nodded, humming in agreement, eyes looking out ahead. I assumed the conversation had ended there, until he looked back to me casually.

"You like her, don't you?" he asked.

I blinked, trying not to choke on my own spit. "I'm sorry?"

An amused smile appeared on his face as he gave me a knowing look. "Y/N, dear, I'm not blind. I know my own daughter. You care for Alicia, in a way more than a friend does."

If I wasn't warm before, I certainly was now, especially the longer he stared at me, awaiting confirmation. But I was too cornered to speak. It's not that Alicia and I were hiding it, but there was nothing to share just yet, with everything being so new. I hadn't even had chance to prepare an answer.

"it's okay," he assured me, noticing I wouldn't speak. "I won't say anything to Madison. But she's not blind either."

Swallowing hard, I finally looked up at him. "Is it wrong of me to like her?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. Alicia's a good girl. And she seems to care about you a lot. And as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting him to say, but that seemed good enough as I began to smile with relief, glad he approved. He pulled me in for a side hug, wary of the tray in my hand, before squeezing my shoulders gently.

"You should head back or she'll be wondering why you're taking so long," he said lightheartedly. "After all, you've breathed the same air for the past forty-eight hours."

"Dad," I whined, embarrassed yet again.

He laughed before leaving me to it, and only after I was sure I wasn't bright red in the face did I head back to Alicia. When she spotted me, she gave me a smile, already sat up.

"Here you go," I said, returning her smile and setting the tray on her lap.

She looked down at it, grabbing her fork. "Ooh, it looks great, thanks, Y/N."

I took a seat on the chair beside her bed, quiet as she dug in. My eyes drifted to the bed as I zoned out momentarily, thinking about my exchange with my dad earlier.

"You okay?" Alicia asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I looked up, meeting her eyes. "Oh, yeah. I... just thinking."

She quirked a brow, amused. "About?"

I leaned back into my seat. "My dad knows about us both."

She paused, fork lowering to her plate. "What?"

"He just said it then. I'm not sure how he knows, he claims he's not blind, but yeah. And he thinks maybe your mum knows too."

She was surprised, but nodded. "Oh."

I hummed, looking away awkwardly. We hadn't talked about telling anyone, so I wasn't sure what she was thinking.

"Is that a bad thing?"

I glanced at her, raising my brows. "What?"

She nodded slowly, looking at her plate. "If they know that we both... that we're more than friends. Is that a bad thing?"

"Of course it isn't," I said, surprised at her reaction, though I wasn't sure what to expect. "I just– I wasn't sure if you wanted them to know."

"I don't mind," she admitted, before smiling a little. "If my mum brings it up like your dad did, then great, otherwise I'll tell her soon."

I nodded in agreement, hiding my smile. "Okay. Sounds, er, sounds good."

She nodded too, stifling her own smile as she returned her attention to her food.

"Okay, pick another letter," Alicia said, pen to the scrap of paper as she waited. "And not 'a', 'e' or 'u'."

"So almost all the vowels aren't in the word," I said with impatience. "Seriously, what word did you pick?"

She laughed, saying nothing as she waited for me to choose again. We were playing hangman and I was losing terribly, but it didn't matter so much because it was keeping Alicia's mind off her injury.

Before I could think of another letter to guess, the sound of someone approaching made us both look up and we saw Nick walking towards us, probably to spend some time with his sister.

"Ladies," he nodded towards us, settling on a chair on the other side of Alicia's bed.

"Hey," we greeted him in unison, and I was about to ask if he wanted to play with us before he spoke up again.

"So, you guys are dating now, right?"

I widened my eyes slightly, as Alicia looked just as surprised, neither of us expecting his bluntness.

"What?" she asked him.

"Mum mentioned it," he explained.

Alicia cursed quietly, whilst I wasn't sure how to respond. I knew she'd told Madison yesterday, but not Nick. Not that it was a secret, but we didn't know he knew.

"Relax," he said, laughing. "I'm just teasing you. Thought it would be funny to see your faces, and right now, they're hilarious."

Alicia and I exchanged embarrassed glances, her cheeks dusting pink, before looking back to Nick.

"For the record, I called it," he added with a knowing look.

Alicia rolled her eyes playfully. "Not funny, Nick. But at least you know."

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks yet again, especially when he began to laugh, glancing between us both. At least everyone important to us knew now.

It was almost two weeks later when Alicia was growing antsy in the medbay, adamant on getting up and stretching her legs. Of course, she was still wounded and couldn't do just that, but we'd managed to source her some crutches to let her enjoy at least a little bit of time outside.

"Okay, carefully now," I told her as she swung her legs off the side of the bed. "No rush, Alicia, okay?"

"I know, sorry, I'm just excited to get out of here," she admitted, before gently pushing herself off the bed and into a standing position.

I stood before her, ready to catch her in case she fell. Once she straightened up, she toppled forward slightly and I was luckily able to stop her from going anywhere, my concern taking over.

"Careful," I repeated nervously, not wanting her to aggravate her injury. "You okay?"

She nodded, squeezing my arm reassuringly before accepting the crutches I handed to her.

"Harder than I thought, sorry," she mumbled, before settling her weight on the crutches.

"Maybe there's a wheelchair or something we can find," I tried to help, "if you're not up for walking just yet."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "C'mon, I'm not completely useless, am I?"

I rested a hand on her forearm comfortingly. "I didn't say that."

She sighed, before shaking her head. "I'm okay. Just want some fresh air."

"Okay," I agreed, before taking a step back. "Whenever you're ready, Alicia."

We took a stroll out of the medbay and around the ranch, giving her time to get used to walking with the assistance of crutches and also letting her enjoy the fresh air and change of scenery. A lot of the ranchers were happy to see her, having befriended her in the past, and shared some conversations with her before making sure I promised to take care of her. It was sweet, and it especially made my day to see Alicia looking a lot happier than she had these past few days.

"You've gotta show me the garden now," she said after another rancher greeted us. "I've gotta see how ruined it is since you've been slacking on your duties."

I couldn't help but crack a smile at her joke. "Last time I checked, I was slacking to keep you company in the medbay."

She laughed, before leading the way to the garden.

"Ofelia has been keeping an eye on it," I assured her, before we stopped in the field where the section Alicia and I managed was. "See? Just like it should be."

"Mhm," Alicia hummed, before shooting me a smile. "I suppose it's looking good."

I rolled my eyes playfully before tugging her towards a nearby bench. "C'mon, you need a break."

"Sorry, mum."

I refrained from glaring at her as we both sat down, and I chose not to comment on the relieved sigh she let out when she had a minute to relax. An 'I told you so' would have felt good though.

"How're you feeling?" I asked instead, resting a hand on her knee.

She grabbed it instead, holding it as she spoke. "Not in any pain, if that's what you're worried about. The fresh air is nice. So is spending some time with you."

I tried not to laugh as I raised an eyebrow her way. "What, like the past week hasn't been enough?"

With a deadpan expression, she shook her head. "It hasn't."

I didn't know what to say, sensing half of her teasing self was being serious. Instead, I looked the other way, feeling my cheeks heat up as she smiled, still watching me.

Thankfully, she changed the subject and we both sat there for a little while longer, talking about the garden and the ranch and anything else she wanted to. It was funny how, even though we'd spent the past two weeks keeping each other company, I still had so much to talk to her about. She was the best company to be around.

Eventually though, I checked my watch before realising we'd been out for too long.

"Your next dose of meds is due soon," I said regretfully, not wanting to leave. "We should head back."

Judging by her quiet groan, she didn't want to leave either, but she nodded and straightened up, stretching her arms.

"Back to the medbay we go," she said, yawning.

I stood up before stepping before her to help her up too. I didn't anticipate how close she would be stood to me though, and when she smiled softly, I grew very, very distracted by her lips.

"Y/N," she muttered with amusement, making my eyes flicker to hers briefly. "The crutches?"

I nodded, eyes falling back down to her lips. "Yeah..."

She laughed when I didn't move, but I couldn't help it. Her lips were pink, soft-looking and enticing, and all I wanted to was lean forward and kiss her. I hadn't found the courage to kiss her properly, not since the last kiss we shared when I ran away afterwards. She'd forgiven me for it, sure, but I didn't want to push my luck and rush things between us. It had only been two weeks since we'd started up a relationship.

Swallowing hard, I stepped back and tried to snap out of it, instead grabbing her crutches that were leaning against the bench. As I was about to hand them back to her, she called my name, making me look up. I didn't get chance to think as she suddenly pressed her lips to mine, hands cupping my neck and pulling me close.

I closed my eyes in a second, melting into her touch and her lips and wrapping my own arms around her waist, refusing to let go. It was amazing how perfect she seemed to fit against me, and how I didn't want it any other way.

My lips were numb when we finally pulled apart for air, and when I opened my eyes, I was submerged in pools of green.

"You think too much," she said quietly, a soft smile on her face.

I swallowed hard. "I know."

Her hands were still around the back of my neck, fingers moving and sending shivers down my spine. "Sometimes, it's okay not to."

I exhaled gently, smiling a little. "If only it were that easy."

She let out a sharp breath from her nose, trying not to laugh. "You'll get there," she promised, before kissing me again, though this time much slower and softer than before.

#alycia debnam carey #alicia clark #fear the walking dead #alicia clark imagine #alicia clark x reader #ftwd #alicia clark x you #fear the walking dead imagine #feartwd

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bigdumbbambieyes · 2 years

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because I adore the possibility of a Billy & Chrissy friendship and believe that they deserve to heal together, in all aspects

hurt/comfort and mentions of ED below

I want a post-S3 Billy who is moved out of the ICU once he stabilizes from his Mindflayer injuries and moves into a regular inpatient room, where he finds out that he’s going to be sharing it with none other than Chrissy Cunningham for the next few weeks.

It’s awkward between them, at first. She’s a pretty girl and Billy instinctively wants to peacock, to make her want him because that’s what he’s conditioned himself to do, but the ugly truth is that he looks and feels like utter shit, so he doesn’t bother.

He says that he knows of her from school. He knows that she’s a cheerleader and that he hates her annoying boyfriend, Jason, because he’s a total asswipe. She mentions hearing about Billy and his reputation, about how he’s gone out with a couple of her friends, and that she’s sorry to hear about what happened at Starcourt. She’s sorry. As if she had anything to do with it.

Billy figures that she’s too kind for her own good. Too soft. He doesn’t know why she’s with Jason in the first place and she agrees, much to his surprise. They cheers their water cups when Chrissy tells him that she broke up with Jason a few weeks ago, when school was out, but she doesn’t say why.

She doesn’t even say why she’s there. There’s no casts, no injuries, no stitches. But, he sees her and there’s no hiding the truth. He sees the bags under her eyes, the thinness of her body, the IV drip at her bedside. He doesn’t ask about the tube in her nose that hooks over her ear to pump nutrition into her stomach. Doesn’t ask about why her hair looks so thin and dull. Doesn’t ask about her sharp cheekbones. Doesn’t ask about why she can’t just eat. Eating’s easy.

Eventually, after a few days, he lets his guard down around her - this soft-spoken girl who trembles like a leaf in the wind when she’s cold. With Chrissy, there is no threat. No need to put on a mask and pretend to be someone else, and she feels the same way.

He doesn’t understand her struggle until she tells him, one cool night in August, a few weeks after he was first wheeled into the room. The hospital is chillier than usual and she has at least five blankets on, along with the Hawkins Cheer cardigan she’s bundled up in - the thing almost swallowing her whole. The nurse is down the hall so it’s just the two of them, the curtain between their beds pulled back so Billy can hear and see her perfectly. She tells him about her mother. About the comments she’s endured her whole life. About the competitiveness of her sport. About the expectations that are literally killing her to live up to.

She has big, fat crocodile tears in those doe eyes of hers and Billy’s stomach twists with unease.

Because he’s burned up a lot of his anger during his time under the Mindflayer’s control. That thing used his rage like coal in a fire, made him push himself further and harder, no matter how much he wanted to give up and stop. And now that the emotion he’s used to is gone, diminished, it leaves room for others. Things like empathy. And he feels it for Chrissy, burning like his rage used to.

He isn’t sure why he tells her about Neil. Mumbles that his father is a piece of shit, like her mother. Tells her that his mom left when he was a kid, that she never came back for him, no matter how hard he cried and begged over the phone. He says that maybe his dad is worse than her mom, thinking it would make her feel a little better.

But she tells him that it’s not a competition, that there was no comfort in hearing of other people’s misery, and he likes that. Likes that she’s gentle despite the harshness in her brain. Sorta like how Billy didn’t want to hurt anyone when there was a monster in his. He also likes that Chrissy won’t take shit, in her own way - she can speak up for herself when the other person is being unfair, even if her voice is quiet.

And she’s right, he realizes. He finally has someone who understands what it’s like to be uneasy in the places that are meant to be safe. That shared empathy breaks down their walls - fast. They stay up late and have quiet conversations, about any and everything. How Billy wants to fix shit with his little sister. How Chrissy wants to feel in control of herself. How they’ve wanted to run away and never look back, but never did.

They get visitors, too. Sometimes. Chrissy receives flowers from her cheer squad, ‘get well’ cards from her teachers, balloons from her cousin. What is most surprising, though, is Eddie Munson. He shows up a few times, saying hi to Billy in passing before pulling the curtain shut. Billy tries not to overhear but it’s hard not to. Chrissy and Eddie talk quietly and happily, like they’ve been friends for a long time.

When he asks about it later, she reveals that they reconnected not long ago. Before she got admitted to the hospital, in fact. She’d been desperate to escape her own mind and knew that Eddie dealt, so they met in the woods behind the school and, well…Billy wasn’t one for romance but he thinks it’s sweet. The drug dealing freak with the cheerleader? Yeah, that was perfect. Like something out of a goddamn movie.

The blush on her face says it all, but she’s quick to point out the way Billy would fix his hair whenever Max came in with a quiet Steve Harrington behind her. He tells her to shut up, that it means nothing, but she promises that she doesn’t judge him for it. He denies and denies because it’s complicated, okay? He and Steve weren’t on good terms and probably would never be now that Harrington graduated. Chrissy tells him that it’s not too late and he tugs the curtain shut, not wanting to talk about it anymore. No, instead, he thinks well into the morning - feels the fear and anger and guilt of that night at the Byers all over again. The next morning, he tries to apologize and Chrissy is understanding, as she always is. Sweet and smiling in that special way she does, and it soothes his anxiety like nothing else.

Eventually, they get better. Chrissy gets her refeeding tube removed and begins to eat small meals, which Billy supports her through. They take bites at the same time and chew carefully, because he knows she needs this, that she appreciates it. And he knows she does because the first time they’d shared a meal like that, she reached over to grab and hold his hand tightly as they chewed a piece of toast.

And as he helps and supports her, Chrissy does the same for him. His physical therapy is hell - he sweats and curses as he does his exercises in his hospital bed, the movements slow and meaningful. Chrissy quietly cheers him on from her own bed, clapping with a smile when he finishes his reps. He jokes that this is nothing, that he has weights to lift at home, and realizes that it won’t be like this for much longer. It makes him anxious.

Chrissy goes home first, a week before Billy does. The night before, he gets up and goes to sit on her bed, catching sight of her pale face in the moonlight. She’s scared. Doesn’t want to go. And he holds her hand as he watches her quietly, trying to think of something to say to Chrissy - his friend. Comforting someone is new to him, so it takes him a while, but when he does think of something, he mutters it: “I’ll see you at school. You won’t be alone.”

And that makes her smile.

When he’s out of the hospital, Max and Steve are there to pick him up. He’s not sure why Harrington has become Max’s personal chauffeur, and asks him that as he climbs into the passenger seat of the red Beamer. Steve shrugs, Max from the back seat saying something about him not being that for much longer, and Billy’s confused - until they’re driving up Cherry Lane and his Camaro is sitting out front, fixed with noticeable paint scratches and dents, but it roars to life just like before. Just like him.

He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know why Steve would do this, until Harrington mutters ‘Starcourt’ and yeah, that would explain it. He can recall that accident outside the mall, when he’d been deep under the Mindflayer’s control, and a pretty boy in a pretty car had smashed into the side of his Camaro. Maybe Billy’s guilt isn’t misplaced, maybe Steve felt it, too, in his own way. Because Billy had sacrificed himself for these people, thinking it would be the last thing he ever did, some sort of fucking repentance.

And maybe it was. Now they’re on equal footing again. So, he mutters his thanks. And Steve gives him a small, tight smile that makes his chest ache.

The following Monday, Billy picks Chrissy up from her place and drives them to school. She has a smile as she walks down to the Camaro, her cheeks flushed with health, and she tells him that she had a full bowl of Cheerios for breakfast. And a banana. He’s proud of her and tells her so with a small smile.

When they pull into the parking lot, people stare. They whisper and gossip, because they all know that they had been in the hospital. Word spreads fast around Hawkins when it had nothing to do with secret government experiments and otherworldly monsters. But, two sick kids? Missing out on their entire summer and showing up together on the first day of school? Sure. Let them talk.

Chrissy worries and Billy tells her not to, because fuck them. They know what they’ve been through, nobody else does, and it’s nobody’s goddamn business but their own.

She agrees and glances over at the entrance, sees Eddie there with his little black lunchbox. She smiles and straightens her back as she says that ‘86 is going to be her year. And Billy believes it. A whole year to start fresh. Mend what’s been broken, like how the wounds on his torso have scarred over, his skin thicker than before.

He thinks that maybe it’ll be his year, too, when he sees Steve dropping off Robin and they share a small smile.

#harringrove #eddissy #hellcheer #billy hargrove #chrissy cunningham #ficlet #tw ed recovery #bambiwrites #best friends chrissy and billy

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lfghughes · 11 months

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Can you pleaseeeee do something for Matthew tkachuk based off of the song “babe” by Taylor swift :))))

a/n: ok so don't judge me but ive probably only heard this song in passing but i wish you guys could have seen the way my jaw dropped when i listened to it and imagined everything i was going to write. thank you anon FOR BREAKING MY HEART no really i love you for this pain !!

warning: cheating

The world had shifted upside down when you had opened up your dm’s the other day. In a way you didn’t think your world could shift. You’re not one to usually check your dm’s to begin with but you had clicked on it and when the photo of Matthew popped up of him with another girl. Nothing could have prepared you for that. What you did know was that you weren’t going to sweep this under the rug.

This was the one thing you could not forgive from him. He ruined every promise he had ever made. The minute he had gotten home you had shown him the messages and the look on his face confirmed it. By the end of the night he was out of the apartment. You almost caved in as he begged for your forgiveness and told you it wouldn’t happen again but how were you supposed to trust him?

It had only been a week and you knew hearts didn’t heal that fast but the pain felt like it was only getting worse with time not better. There wasn’t a day you didn’t think about him or feel the pain of his betrayal. You dodged messages from him left and right. You set your social media all to private to avoid any kind of messages about him.

You were in the middle of finishing up your dinner in the kitchen when all the thoughts of your relationship came back. All those sweet moments with Matthew where you believed there was no one else like him. That he could never hurt you and how you could never hurt him. You sank down to the floor, placing your head in between your knees as you cried.

There were so many tears this past week and you weren’t sure how you still had tears to cry at this point. Everything hurt so bad and the memories with him only made it worse. Were you naive for thinking he was madly in love with you? No way he was if he so easily kissed someone else. Did he kiss her neck the way he kissed yours? Did he make her the same promises?

It didn’t matter you decided. You got up from where you were sitting on the floor and decided to go grab your phone. The first step to moving on was to get rid of any photos of you two. Off your instagram. Off your phone. When you clicked onto your phone you saw that there was a missed call and a voicemail from Matthew and your heart sank to your stomach as you clicked on it.

“Hey babe…I don’t know if I get to still call you that. I guess not..I really want to talk to you. I can’t sleep. I can’t do anything. Please, I love you. You’re the only person I want to be with.” It hurt so bad hearing those words in that voicemail but how were you supposed to just pack these feelings away and let him back in? You deleted the voicemail and immediately started deleting the photos off your profile. He was right about one thing, he doesn’t get to call you babe anymore. That was the last time he would.

#matthew tkachuk blurb #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk

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the-kipsabian · 3 months

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grief, death, funerals, a hint of selfharm, what have you. your triggers, if you will

in a really weird way, all this feels just performative to me now. ive cried today so much i feel strangely numb to it all, but at the same time i still have so much left bubbling inside of me that its hard to find a proper reaction or words for it

saying goodbye to someone youve known all your life, no matter how much or how little, is. still so hard. i havent done this in over ten years. its weird. but its difficult. trying to converse with people with happy memories when yours are so mudded when you havent seen them in a few years due to both personal reasons and a global pandemic forcing you apart from the compromised. when the last thing you remember them telling you is that you shouldnt complain about breakfast foods and asking why you are going to spend the night enjoying an activity thats not typically seen as a "girls thing" in an almost mocking manner, it paints a very distorted image in your mind about how you feel, and how you should feel. it makes things feel so odd, but you cant say anything about it, because this isnt the time to talk about memories you have but dont want to keep. youre supposed to fondly remember the ones we lost and celebrate what they gave us that we can still keep using in this life we have left

i. havent been grieving very well, if im being honest. not only does losing two people in a very short amount of time mess me up even more, but i feel like ive been so selfish in the memories i hold dear and the images i keep in my mind to remember these people by. i know its how i feel and its valid, but seeing everyone else grief with positivity just.. makes me feel. weird. odd. out of place. like im doing it wrong and i dont know how to fix it

i have felt selfish more than anything. i see people around me grieving terribly for these people and while i cant relate, it eats me up inside thinking that i could be causing people this kind of pain and suffering by wanting to die. i know its not right, i.. i dont want people to feel this way if i want to finally feel better one day and see no other choice. it makes me feel selfish that i think i could feel better by making it worse for everyone else. i know this current grief isnt about me, but it has made me think about it a lot. i dont know what i feel. i dont know how i want to live, if i want to live and for how long. but i feel like i have no other option but to go on. and its selfish of me to think that i have to do it. for other people and their feelings, but not for myself. cause i havent found that thing that actively makes me want to keep going. i know it makes no sense but it feels bad. it hurts. everything hurts

you should be able to tell people you love them while they are still here. not whispering it through tears while you set flowers down on a pile of dirt that now homes them. it shouldnt be like that. i dont know how it makes me feel. i. i dont even in the end know how much i really did love them. i mean i did. i think. but its hard to feel like i did. ive been so numb for so long and not tried to mend anything in the past few years and now i cant

i dont know how to feel about anything. i dont think i can feel anything

i just wish it didnt hurt

#night is an absolute mess on main

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gracescor3 · 5 months

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Second request:

Tony stark x daughter reader. Reader ends up falling ill with appendicitis but doesn't know it at the time. She thinks she just has a bug or something but eventually her dad rushes her to the hospital concerned and ends up being by her side when she wakes up at the hospital and takes care of her when they bring her home.

I'm going to ask 3rd request if that's okay with this one and ask for the same but with steve rogers x reader. Making it all fluffy and cute when Steve looks after her especially after she's had her appendix out.

Hope that's okay and thank you for reading these requests. Looking forward to reading your writing!! 🤗

Dad something doesn't feel right..

Paring: Tony Stark and Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Menstrual cycle ; Pain ; Surgery ; Emergancy Surgery ; Sickness ; Hospitals ; Mentions of Vomit ; Not Eating due to being sick ; Fevers ; Appendicitis ; Discomfort ; Reader being taken care of ; Mentions of needles/IV ; Mentions of Propofl (Anesthesia) ; Operating room ; Doctors ; Hurt reader ; Passing out due to pain ; MRI ; Mentions of Lab Tests ; Mentions of Bodily fluids

Summary: You thought you had a stomach bug but it turns out to be much worse.

Word count: 1881

You'd walk into the kitchen to get some medicine, your stomach has been really hurting lately you thought it might be your period so you didn't worry too much about it.

"What's wrong sweet pea?" Your dad asks as he notices you getting into the medicine drawer. "Oh my stomachs just cramping, you know girl problems." You sighed and he just nodded.

You grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and took two tablets with a sip of water.

"I'm going to go lay down for a bit, probably take a nap." You informed your dad and he looked at you. "Alright goodnight Squirt." He smiled.

You smiled at the nickname before walking off with a bottle of water and going back into your room.

You laid there for what felt like hours, your stomach pain getting progressively worse with each second.

You felt like you couldn't move, your body coated with a thin layer of sweat.

You curled up into a fetal position and the pain faded making you sigh in relief.

Someone knocked on your door. "Sweet pea?" You looked towards the door and mustered up enough energy to speak. "Come in."

Your door opened and your dad walked in. "Hey are you okay?" He asked concerned. "Yeah I think I just have a really bad stomach bug. I should feel better tomorrow." You smiled to show him you were fine but your face contorts to one that is pain when your legs move out of the fetal position.

"Are you sure? Can I get you anything?" He asks and you shake your head. "No, I think I'm just going to go to sleep. Thank you.." you mumbled as you got back in the same position as before.

"Okay I'll wake you for dinner." He smiles before walking out and closing the door behind him.

Your eyes started to droop as you closed them and fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning in an even worse amount of pain. Your eyes watered because of the pain you were in.

You tried getting up but instantly regretted it as the pain became worse. Your head becoming foggy.

You stood up only to fall down onto the floor.

You awoke in a hospital bed your mind still foggy. You noticed your dad sitting beside the bed and open your mouth to speak before he notices you were awake. “Oh thank god.” He mumbled before pushing the red button on the remote beside the bed.

“Dad.. what- What happened?” You asked while blinking your eyes several times to see clearly.

“We’ll squirt, I heard a thud come from your room so I rushed in and saw you passed out on the floor. It scared me to death, so I rushed you to the hospital. The doctor did some tests and we’re still waiting for the results to come back.” He informed.

Your face turned into one of fear. “B-But it was just a stomach bug!” You cried. “Honey-“ Your dad started before the doctor walked in.

“Hello Ms Stark, I’m doctor Woods.” He introduced himself as he put hand sanitizer on, and you just nodded. “I’m going to ask you a couple of questions based on symptoms before you passed out. What symptoms were you having?”

“I mean my stomach was really hurting..” I spoke softly. “Do you mind showing me where?” He asked as his nurse walked in with a clipboard and pen.

“Right here.” You’d point to your belly button. “And then it moved down here and it just hurt worse with each passing second.” You moved your hand down to your lower right quadrant.

“Lower right quadrant pain.” He spoke to his nurse as she wrote it down. “Any pain anywhere else?” He asked and you nodded.

“My shoulder blade hurts, it’s my left one. Feels like I need to pop my back but it’s really sharp.” You informed and he nodded to his nurse and she wrote it down also.

“Do you mind if I press on your stomach?” He asked and you nodded again.

You watched as he put gloves on and then walked over to the right side of the bed, he pushed your shirt up just a bit and moved the side of your sweatpants down so he could see the abdomen.

“Does it hurt when I press here?” He asked as he pressed down in a certain part that made pain flare up. “Yes it does really bad.” You cried and he continued to press around as you would tell him where else it hurt.

“Any nausea or vomiting?” He asked as he pulled your shirt down and pants up.

“I have been really nauseous.” You admitted. “When you lay on your side and curl your legs up like a baby, does it feel better or worse?” He asks as he thinks.

“Better..” You responded as your dad still looked worried and listened in on everything.

“Well, I’m afraid it might be your appendix. Your blood test came back and your white blood cells are high which means you have an infection somewhere. The shoulder pain would explain it too. I’ll order a Cat-scan and we’ll see how it looks.” The doctor informed as you looked at your dad.

“Thank you doctor Woods.” Your dad smiled sadly and turned to you as the doctor and nurse left.

“You’re gonna be okay.” He smiled and you just nodded.

As you and your dad were talking a nurse walked in with a wheel chair. “Hello Mr and Ms Stark. I am Cindy and I’m going to be taking you to radiology for your Cat-scan.” She smiled sweetly.

You got up; with your dad’s help of course. And carefully got into the wheel chair.

Your dad followed as Cindy rolled you down a few corridors until pushing a button and rolling you into a room with a Cat-scan machine.

“I’ll be waiting outside since I can’t go in.” Your dad informed even though you were an adult, he still acted like you were his little girl.

You just nodded as the doors shut and they helped you onto the little table.

“I’m just going to inject some contrast into your IV here and it’s going to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. It’s going to feel like you wet yourself but you didn’t it’s just the medicine I promise.” Cindy smiled as she began to give you the contrast.

You suddenly felt warm and fuzzy as they walked out of the room and the machine started.

When it ended you were rolled back into your room, you suddenly felt exhausted and started falling asleep.

You awoke to your dad calling your name as the doctor walked in with the results.

You groggily opened your eyes and looked at Doctor Woods. “Ms Stark, we’re transferring you to the other side of the hospital for an emergency surgery. Your appendix is infected and inflamed and it must be surgically removed.”

You instantly felt not tired and scared. You were afraid of surgery, you always hated it and had a huge phobia of it.

Your dad’s eyes were wide as he listened to the doctor. “What happens if we don’t remove it in time?” He asked cautiously.

“It may exploded and cause serious problems and possibly death.” Doctor woods informed as other nurses started to walk in to prepare for you to be moved.

“How long is the surgery?” You asked, “About an hour.” He said as the nurses transferred you to another bed.

Your dad got up and started to follow as the nurses rolled you out of the room and Doctor woods followed.

“Your surgeon will be my partner, his name is Doctor Smith. And he is ready for you.” He informed as they brought you down multiple corridors all the way across the hospital.

Once you got to the operating area your dad sat down as they began to prep you for the operating room.

“Dad I’m scared, you know about my phobia of surgeries.” You cried and your dad held your hand. “It’s okay, everything will be okay I promise. Have I ever broken a promise with you?” He asked softly and you shook your head. “No.” You mumbled.

The surgeon came over to your room and slid open the curtain. “Mrs Stark I’m Doctor Taylor and I’m going to be preforming your appendectomy. Don’t worry you’re in good hands, I’ve done this surgery several times.” He smiled as the put gloves on.

“A nurse will be with you soon to give you some medicine that we call ‘Funny medicine.’ It’s going to make you feel all jittery inside. Will probably make you laugh a little bit too. I’ll meet you in the operating room.” He smiled and walked out closing the curtain behind him.

A few minutes later a nurse opened the curtain. “Alright I’m going to give you some medicine and then I’m going to take you to the operating room, it will be a bit cold in there but you’ll be covered in blankets.”

“I love you dad. I’ll see you- See you so-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as you started to laugh from the medicine they injected in you.

“I’ll be right here when you get back Sweet pea. Good luck I love you.” Your dad kissed your forehead as they rolled you away with you still laughing.

Once they pulled you into the operating room you weren’t laughing anymore, you just felt really woozy and like you were outside your body.

They helped you onto the operating table and laid you down. “Okay Ms Stark we’re going to put this mask on you and we want you to count down from 10.” One of the surgeons told you.

You nodded as they put the mask on you, you started breathing in the air as it started to taste different. You started feeling woozy as you counted down from 10.

7..

6…

…5..

You suddenly woke up as you looked around and noticed you were in a bed and there was a nurse typing at the computer. “Heyyy..” you said still high from the drug they gave you.

“Hi.” She smiled.

“You’re really pretty..” you gave a lazy smile, “aw thank you.” She responded.

“I just had surgery. Isn’t that cool?” You laughed not knowing what you were saying. “Yeah that is cool.”

“Can I see my dad now?” You asked sadly. “I want my dad please.”

“You’ll see him in a bit when we roll you into the out patient area.” She smiled as she walked out to go get the other nurse.

You looked around and noticed the ceiling was moving. “Woah..” you laughed before you felt your bed being rolled through the hall.

You saw your dad come in and you instantly smiled. “Hi dad..” you laughed highly.

“Hey sweet pea. How are you feeling?” Your dad smiled.

“A lot better! I just feel woozy.” You laughed again as he sat in the chair next to you.

As a few minutes went by you were able to go home.

You got home and the whole team celebrated you coming home, nothing big of course but just a little celebration and hugs. Lots of hugs.

I don’t really know if I like this that much. I might rewrite it if you want me to. I feel like it might be a little boring but thank you for the request🫶

#tony stark #tony starks daughter #fanficton #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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Hc the includes vampire Jotaro au and Grandpa wham au. (Also playing off that previous ask someone sent that wham and Jotaro are very close)

(So i want to say ive talked about this concoeg a bit before but honestly i don’t remember)

But idea is the pillar men are like natural predators to vampire and so vampires are just like instinctively afraid of pillar men.

So SDC happens and by the end of it Jotaro gets turned into a vampire and after the ordeal is first sorted through and things are a bit calmed down Jotaro goes to his grandfather Wham for comfort and only find himself afraid. He has never in is life been scared of wham. Logically he knows wham would never hurt him, he knows he loves him and would do anything to protect him.

And yet he want to run, to hide to get as far away from this man as possible. He tries to hide these feelings but it’s obvious that something is wrong. Jotaro is tense and skittish in a way he has never been before. Extremely guarded. He wont relax. He wont even touch wham and (whether subconsciously or not) is staying at least arms distance away at all times.

At first wham thinks its due to everything he has been through but Jotaro doesnt act like that around anyone else and as time passes its not getting better if anything its getting worse. Jotaro find reasons to see wham less in less.

Eventually the truth comes out and wham is devistated to have one of his loved ones so scared of him but things do get better. It takes time but Jotaro trusts him despite what his instincts tell him and eventually things become normal again he is able to relax and be calm around wham, but deep down that nagging fear still lingers.

(Also bonus for dhampir gio, when gio is introduced to the family he is wants nothing to do with wham, being only half vampire the feeling isnt as strong but still he ends up subconscious hiding behind bruno(he came for emotionally support) when they were in the same room)

I think joylne wouldnt get the same feeling because she grew up with wham so the instinctual fear never really developed. Kinda how animals raise in captivity dont fear humans.

Y E S S S S S S S S S S S S S S S

oh Jotaro is going to feel AWFUL about this. Not only has his humanity been stolen but he's now also terrified of one of the few people he trusted with comfort. He wants Wammu to hug him and hold him and tell him everything will be okay but the mere thought of being in the same room as him, let along touching him, is enough to terrify him nearly as badly as the thought of hurting anyone

however...... at the same time this terror is going to serve as a weird comfort. That there's one person he'll be unable to hurt, one person who would be able to stop him incase he became uncontrollable. It absolutly shatters Wammu heart one day when he hears Jotaro ask him to kill him because just...... Wammu has seen Jotaro grow up. Has seen him as a small helpless infant, has seen him smile and laugh and cry and yell, has seen him be turned into a monster of his father's making, and despite that has seen him hold strong to his humanity and refuse to let go

While Wammu does agree to Jotaro's request, he swears to himself that he would do everything in his power to prevent it from happening

eventually Jotaro learns to suppress his instincts. Just like the hunger, he locks it away in a little box and shoves it into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind. And just like the hunger it never fully goes away, lingering as a constant remind of what he is, but it becomes easier to ignore. The first time he's able to touch Wammu, even though it was just for a fleeting moment, he almost cries. When he's able to hug him again, he does

And I had a fun idea for Part 5: what if Jotaro ends up being the one to stay with Bucciarati this time. After all, he has no idea Jolyne exists and wouldn't have many things stopping him from staying. He's already doing his schooling at home, cares for Bucciarati like a sibling, and he knows his Grandpa Wammu has a limited amount of time with his other grandparents left. Besides..... he wants more out of his life than staying in the dark of his mom's house. His mental health is doing better, and he's reached a point where as much as Dio's ruined his life, he still wants to live it. Italy would be able to give him a change of scenery

I also checked the timeline and for once I don't have to shuffle things around/flat out ignore them. Paolo was attacked the same year Jolyne was born, meaning there is MORE than a big enough window for Jotaro and Marina to conceive her and him later moving to Italy

Bucciarati doesn't know all the details. Just that 3 years ago Holly got really sick, and when she got better Jotaro got sick with something else that made him kinda like Uncle Wammu and he stopped calling for a few months. It's definitely an adjustment with Jotaro being the one to watch him, but they make things work and are happy

and also what if he just...... never fully explains to the Bucci Gang what he is. He just becomes Bucciarati's Weird Sorta Freaky Brother/Guardian Who We're Pretty Sure Is A Stand User But Also We Haven't Seen Him Eat. Or Sleep. At All.

on the plus side, come this AUs version of Part 5 Jotaro is ready to completely annihilate these assholes

also, while Wammu is definitely going to be heartbroken another child is afraid of him, Jotaro is going to be a good help with getting Giorno used to him. Things are made more more and less difficult by the fact that this is their first meeting. More because Giorno has no familiarity to build off of, but also less because there aren't going to be the wildly conflicting emotions making things more confusing which Jotaro had to deal with

and with Jolyne, technically she'd be in the same boat as Giorno. Since nobody knew she existed until Stone Ocean when she was 19 she wouldn't have known Wammu at all. At the very least, things are made easier by how being an almost fully matured adult, his instincts are easier to tune out, so she gets used to Wammu the fastest

(and speaking of the guy, he's very happy that there's not one, but three other people who have extended life times. It's comforting knowing they'll be able to live longer than a regular human and all four of them offer each other a sense of stability in that sense)

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THE CONSIGLIERE: Chapter VI

Pairing: Mafia!BTS X Reader

Summary:

“She’s your responsibility. If she starts screaming to the authorities, I’m giving her to Taehyung.” He nodded to one of the men sitting on the couches.

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VII

The moment you woke up, it wasn’t with the usual rush of adrenaline; instead, all you felt was a slight ache in your arms and legs that didn’t seem to want to get up. You blinked your eyes a few times as the sunlight streamed through the window, but you still couldn’t find it in yourself to do more than blink until your vision adjusted.

When you were fully awake, however, your brain finally caught up with your body. It was then that you noticed the throbbing pain on the back of your neck; when did you hit your head yesterday? You rubbed at the sore spot before realizing the rest of the room was not your hotel room.

You desperately tried to remember last night’s events as you sat up, feeling a rush of confusion overtake your entire body. What happened last night to cause the pounding in your head?

Suddenly, the image of Ji-Hye came to mind. You remembered how she spoke to you while you cried and how you told her everything, about what happened last night, about… about… Oh God! No. Please don’t let this be real, please don’t let this be happening.

You remembered the body, the blood, the man pointing a gun at you, the betrayal of Ji-Hye. Tears began flowing freely from your eyes once again, and soon after, you found yourself falling into a panic attack, the images of the murder and the man’s words replaying over and over in your mind.

‘After today, you belong to Bangtan.’

Bangtan? Who was Bangtan? What did the man mean by that?

Your breathing grew increasingly ragged as you continued to stare at the blank wall in front of you, not knowing what to think or do. This has never happened before.

You looked around the room. You were in a different room. It looked very Victorian-styled. You quickly stood up and took a deep breath before taking another look around. Your hands trembled as they gripped the bedpost, making you feel even worse for waking up like this.

After a while, you began feeling better, your heart rate slowing down slightly. Still, there was nothing else you could really do except try to relax and figure out where you were right now. You glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 12nn. Wow, that would explain why you felt so groggy; you usually wake up around 6am.

You decided that you should probably check out where you are before attempting any other questions. The bedspread was soft and comfy looking. A blanket hung off the side of the bed, and there was one pillow in the center of it.

With careful steps, you made your way over to the desk and opened a drawer. Inside were various clothes and shoes.

You walked towards the door, slowly stepping out into the hallway. Everything seemed fairly neat, and nothing appeared suspicious.

The hallway looked exactly the same as your room. Victorian architecture. You were definitely somewhere you had never been before. You looked towards the stairs.

You knew you had to go downstairs and get some answers, otherwise you’d have no choice but to call the police and have them take you home.

With a sigh, you began to make your way down the grand staircase.

It was surprisingly quiet as you descended the stairs. It didn’t feel like you were walking alone, and yet at the same time, it felt like you were the only person in the building. You kept thinking things along these lines as you descended further down the stairs. You didn’t hear anything besides yourself, but the silence just seemed ominous.

When you finally reached the bottom of the staircase, you saw another set of wooden doors; one that led outside and one that led deeper into the mansion, you presumed. You decided to follow your own advice and leave the house and made your way towards the door you guessed led outside.

You cautiously pulled the handle; it was locked. The lock didn’t budge as you tugged at it; you must’ve been too weak from having slept for so long. You let out a loud huff and looked around the foyer, looking for something that could help you escape. There was nothing.

“Shit.” You sighed and leaned against the door.

Just as you began to contemplate an escape plan, you heard voices coming from the other door to your right; voices you recognized immediately. You strained your ears to listen closer. You inched towards the door, trying to make out their conversation.

As you got close enough, you managed to pick up on what they were saying.

“...and you know that man can’t keep his mouth shut. I thought he wouldn’t even say anything at all,” a male voice said.

“I dunno. I don’t think he’s a bad one. If anything, he might prove useful.” The female voice chimed in as well. “Plus, if we use him, it’ll give us intel on where the others are.”

“Fine. But if he screws things up, I’m blaming you.”

You racked your brain to try and recall who the voices belonged to. It had to be someone important, right? Surely you would recognize that voice. You tried to concentrate as hard as you possibly could, but you didn’t come up with any new information.

A moment later, the door opened from the other side, startling you out of your thoughts.

Unfortunately for you, though, this meant that someone spotted you eavesdropping.

You recognized the person as the man who pointed a gun to your head. Yoongi. And he looked furious.

Before you could move away from him, he grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with him. His grip only tightened as soon as he’d pushed you in, leaving you stumbling as you fell onto the floor.

You looked around the office room, noticing eight faces looking at you curiously, some amused, while others with indifference.

You immediately recognized the ”Hobi” guy you met briefly last night. The man sitting next to him was unfamiliar.

You also noticed Kim Seokjin, who you hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to properly last night, but his appearance now caused your heart to flutter anxiously.

He was also part of this? What is going on?

However, you recognized Ji-Hye sitting beside you presumed to be the “leader”. She was watching the interaction between Yoongi and you carefully, as though she expected you to try and escape again.

You recalled Hobi calling Ji-Hye “consigliere”. An advisor to a crime boss. So that must mean that Ji-Hye works for the mafia. You had always suspected that, ever since the incident last night, but you never really wanted to believe it.

But here you were. Kneeling on the floor in a strange house being watched by mafia members.

“What is this now, Yoongi?” Asked the “leader”; he seemed to be the most intimidating looking among the group. You noticed that his tone sounded bored, almost as if they were merely discussing something that was already done.

Yoongi turned to face the leader, “Ji-Hye’s new pet.”

“Ah… a pet?” The leader smiled condescendingly as he spoke, but something seemed a little off about him. His eyes seemed to bore through you like knives. You stared directly into his gaze. He seemed indifferent and completely unaffected by everything that had just happened. He looked calm, unphased, and relaxed, almost as if the whole situation wasn’t as serious as it appears.

You tried not to show it, but you couldn't stop yourself from shivering under the leader's intense stare. Something about him just made you want to run and hide from him. He looked at you as if he was analyzing every inch of you, like an animal ready to spring forward and eat its prey.

“What happened to your previous pet?” The leader asked as he shifted his gaze over to Ji-Hye.

“Oh,” Ji-Hye replied softly, “she died.”

The leader nodded in understanding, then faced you again. “And what was she doing snooping around?” He continued staring directly into your eyes. The expression on his face remained completely emotionless. His piercing gaze was beginning to make you uncomfortable, and you felt like he could see straight through you.

“I apologize, Namjoon,” explained Ji-Hye. “She hasn’t been trained yet.” Her tone suddenly became very cold. She clearly did not care for your presence; however, her actions still left no doubt that she was annoyed with what you were doing here.

“Better start with that immediately.” Namjoon’s cold tone rang through the air. You gulped as you listened to the rest of his sentence, “She’s your responsibility. If she starts screaming to the authorities, I’m giving her to Taehyung.” He nodded to one of the men sitting on the couches. “You know how Taehyung likes to cut fresh meat.” Your eyes widened slightly at what Namjoon had said. He was referring to the man with the black leather jacket. The one sitting beside Hobi.

You glanced at this “Taehyung” guy as you processed Namjoons words. His handsome face was completely blank, as if he didn’t know anything about what was happening right now or even care what was happening. However, his posture told you that he definitely cared more than he let on. He gave you a wink. You found yourself unconsciously shrinking back. He seemed to notice this, because he grinned maliciously. As soon as he noticed you reacting to his sudden gesture, he turned away from you abruptly, feigning disinterest.

“Now then,” the leader said once again, “We should get going.” You watched silently as he rose to his feet and stepped past you. He passed you without so much as another glance your way. The group then rose from their seats and followed suit. As they walked past you, they stopped to look you up and down, as if they were assessing you. They made no effort to conceal themselves as they surveyed your body as closely as possible. You stood frozen in place, too scared of making a wrong move and causing any sort of trouble. They kept eyeing you, seeming to search for something.

“Get up, kid.” Ji-Hye snapped you out of your train of thought. You quickly shook yourself out of your daze and stood up. “Come.”

You quickly shuffled after her as she lead the way outside. “Where are we going? Where are you taking me?” You asked, feeling panicked.

“No time for questions.” She said curtly before turning around and continuing to walk further ahead of you. You jogged to catch up with her and continued to ask her questions.

“Who are you people? What do you want from me?” You demanded, breathing heavily.

“Quiet down, will ya?” She said sharply, glancing behind her shoulder at you. “You’re making a scene.”

“Well, excuse me for asking why I’ve been kidnapped!” You yelled at her. Unfortunately, your response led to you getting slapped across the face. You stumbled backward, surprised by her action.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” she seethed, “you should be grateful we took pity on you.” She glared daggers at you. You clenched your jaw, but refused to reply.

“Besides,” she continued, “it was either this or putting you out of your misery.” Her words sent shivers running down your spine.

When she saw how scared you were, she softened her tone a bit. “I wouldn’t hurt you, Y/N. Not yet anyways.” You were unsure what she was talking about. You began shaking your head. No, you weren’t about to go along with whatever she was thinking.

“What are you planning to do to me?” you inquired, narrowing your eyes at her.

“We don’t plan to do anything, yet. It depends on how cooperative you are,” answered the woman calmly. You eyed her suspiciously.

“Cooperative? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m terrified right now,” you stated.

“Of course you are,” replied the woman coolly, rolling her eyes, “but we aren’t going to hurt you. At least, not yet. We need to test you first. See how good you are, and if you’re trustworthy enough to keep our secret.” You remained silent.

You both stopped walking when you reached the kitchen, which appeared to be fairly large and spacious inside. The walls were lined with several cupboards filled with food, all neatly arranged. There was also a long, metal countertop that ran across one wall that appeared to be used for meals. On the opposite side of the counter was a refrigerator, which appeared to contain quite a few bottles of various liquids.

You notice a man who seemed to be dressed in a suit standing in front of one cabinet, looking at some kind of canned foods with a frown etched onto his features. As soon as he spotted you and Ji-Hye, he approached you both slowly, while observing you. When he reached you both, you finally got a proper view of his appearance. He seemed to be in his mid 20’s, maybe 27 years old. He had blonde hair. His facial features seemed soft and gentle, yet stern as well. It was obvious he had been raised in a family with high standards; however, those same standards did not appear to apply to his work environment. He had a cigarette hanging between his lips and it was clear that he had just finished smoking, judging from how it hung from his lower lip. He looked rather attractive.

“Jimin.” Ji-Hye spoke up, addressing the man.

“Ji-Hye.” He acknowledged, sounding rather formal.

“Can you take care of things here?” Ji-Hye asked, nodding towards you.

“Of course,” Jimin replied. “It’ll be a pleasure to have someone watch after.” He looked you up and down. “Looks like someone needs it, though.” He smirked.

“Do it anyway,” ordered Ji-Hye. “We’re leaving. Namjoon and I have some business to attend to.”

“Alright.” Jimin nodded. “I’ll handle everything.”

“Good,” she replied simply before turning to you and saying, “and you, behave. Don’t try to escape because we’ll know.” And with that said, she swiftly headed out of the door. You watched as she left with a dumbfounded expression on your face.

“Here,” called out Jimin, snapping you out of your thoughts. “This is for you.” He extended his hand towards you. You curiously stared at him. After hesitating for a moment, you reluctantly accepted his offering. You were shocked to find yourself clutching an icepack. You looked at him questioningly; however, he simply smiled and continued speaking, “Your cheek is red from the slap.”

“Thank you,” you murmured quietly, averting your gaze. Your cheeks flushed pink as he watched you carefully. The awkwardness surrounding the both of you was almost tangible. Jimin chuckled lightly.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” he started casually, clearing his throat. “I’m Park Jimin.” He held out his hand towards you once again, waiting for you to shake it. This time, you decided to be nice. He had very soft hands that seemed surprisingly strong for his small frame.

“Y/n.” You responded simply, shaking his hand firmly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He let out a chuckle.

He suddenly placed a finger underneath your chin to raise your head so that you would be able to look at him straight in the eye. “So, do you wanna tell me your story?”

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VII

#bts #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #ot7 x you #mafia au

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catherineav · 3 months

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snippet from a post s5 willel wonder twins fic i started a long time ago

Later, the way Hop will proudly tell it, El hadn’t thrown a tantrum like that since fall of ‘84.

But the way she sees it, these doctors are keeping her here in a secluded hospital room, and keeping her away from her brother, when she’s fine. And Will isn’t.

So her nose bleeds, and the lights flicker, and she screams and cries until a nurse sits her in a chair on wheels and pushes her to Will’s room.

Jonathan and Joyce are there. They’re both staring at the floor, but they look up in surprise when the nurse hesitantly slides in with El.

And Hop, a protective shadow behind her. “El said she needed to be here.”

Jonathan slumps back into his chair in relief that they don’t come bearing bad news. Joyce stands straight up and makes as if to take the chair with wheels from the nurse, but El shakes her head and holds out her hands. With a wavering smile, Joyce helps El stand instead.

It’s only a few steps to Will, but El is exhausted by the time she has managed to pull herself up next to him, curling into his side. She closes her eyes, searching, searching…

“The doctors are keeping him asleep, sweetie,” Joyce says softly. El opens her eyes. Joyce gently wipes a tissue under El’s nose. “Unconscious, for a little longer. So his body can rest after surgery.”

So his body can rest. She tries not to remember the way Vecna tossed him into the air for them all to see. His arm and his leg and his eyes…

“You should rest too, kid.”

In the cold bed in the white room, a hallway down and a floor above? “No.”

Hop starts to speak, but Joyce cuts him off. “You can stay here, sweet girl. Close your eyes. We won’t let them move you.”

Her head does hurt like it never has before, and she is more tired than she has ever been. Her arms and legs are like noodles, and her throat burns.

She doesn’t even really remember choosing to let go, but the nothingness wraps her up like a blanket as her eyes slip closed.

***

When she wakes up, it is much more quiet, and the lights are dim. True to Joyce’s word, El is still squeezed onto the hospital cot beside Will.

Someone has stuck one of those needles into her hand again—an IV, Hop said—but Will looks much worse. His right arm is wrapped in a cast all the way up to his shoulder, and she feels the scratch of the same plaster on his ankle, where it is pressed to hers. He has more than just one needle stuck in his skin, and there are deep bruises, people and black, decorating the too-pale skin beneath his eyes.

It should have been me, she thinks.

Dazed, blinking back tears, El turns her attention to the door, where whispers drift in from the hallway.

“…be able to slowly wake him up in the morning. Once he’s responsive, we’ll be able to get a better idea of exactly what his recovery process will entail.”

“But he will? Recover?”

A pause. “I don’t want to set your expectations unreasonably high, Mrs. Byers. Between what you have described and Dr. Owens had explained, I expect Will to face more than a couple of obstacles. The physical therapists and ophthalmologists will be able to tell you more tomorrow.”

El rubs the sleep from her eyes, slightly comforted by the rumble of Hop’s voice asking his own follow up question. She eases herself out of the cot, placing a gentle hand on her brother’s shoulder before plucking the needle from her arm and shuffling to the bench in the corner. She needs to get out of this hospital gown. She needs to get out of this hospital gown, and she can see her own clothes crumpled in the bottom of a plastic bag, and—

“Woah, hey kid, what’s wrong?”

It’s only at the feeling of her dad’s palm on her shoulder, steadying and sure, that she realizes she’s shaking. She can’t bring herself to answer, but she allows him to steer her to the bench instead.

Hop kneels in front of her. Joyce and Jonathan hover behind him. “El?” he asks again. “You with me?”

Her head is still pounding. Closing her eyes briefly, she tugs at the papery elbow of the hospital gown and turns back to him, pleading.

He frowns, obviously confused, but Joyce steps forward. “She just wants to change,” she says softly. Turning to El, she adds, “The hospital gown—it’s like the lab, isn’t it?”

El nods, unable to keep her eyes from darting around the room now that she’s more awake.

“Okay,” says Hop, more gently than El can ever remember. “I’m going to go make sure it’s okay. Just because they still had you on the IV. Stay here, yeah?”

She nods again, watching both him and Joyce until they disappear from view around the corner. Jonathan sits down next to her, and she lets him.

“They’re just going to the nurse’s station. We’re safe here,” says Jonathan. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her head on his shoulder, and he lets her.

***

Later, in the morning, they all hover by Will’s bedside. The nurses have eased back on his sedative, and sometime soon, he’ll wake.

El climbs back up beside him, and no one stops her. They’d taken to jokingly calling the pair twins, before, but El doesn’t think it’s funny. Vecna chose the two of them, specifically, as his targets. It means something. Only Will and El can explain what it is like to be in the Upside Down alone, hunted, Vecna in their heads, in their hearts…

Haltingly, filling in each other’s sentences, Joyce, Hopper, and Jonathan fill the gaps in her memory: how they pulled her and Will out of the mindscape and Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin out of the Upside Down. How long it had taken to get help, to get to the hospital.

El is the first to sense Will. She sits up straight despite the ache that radiates through her sore muscles and stares down at him, desperate for any sign of movement to match what movement she had felt in her mind.

“El?” Jonathan asks sharply. It’s in the half second El glances from one brother to another that Will, with a gasp and a little cough, comes back to them. In his first moment of consciousness, his mouth twists into a grimace and his eyes, cloudy and bloodshot, widen. His voice sounds so small. “I can’t see.”

#should i finish it?#willel #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #will byers #el hopper #eleven stranger things #joyce byers #jim hopper #jonathan byers #stranger things season 5 #hopper byers family

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writer1 · 2 years

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Wrapped in comfort

The request: Maybe some Rex for the Wing au? I just love your writing so much I’m excited for whatever you put out

A/N: This was requested by @shauna-delacroix, and I’m so sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it.

Rex curls up to you, his beautiful gold wings wrapped around you like a blanket as he sleeps peacefully, a soft snore echoing around the room. You smile softly, gently pressing a soft kiss to his bare chest.

Rex just got home from a tough campaign, his poor wings caked in a weeks worth of mud, dried and feathers damaged. It had broken your heart. His excuse was that he had rushed home to see you, which had made you sigh and immediately push him into the shower.

Now he’s all clean, feathers fluffy and he passed out as soon as he was in bed, though you can’t blame him. Your poor Captain works himself to the bone to keep his brothers safe and alive.

“Credit for your thought’s?”

You startle at Rex’s voice, seeing your husband looking tiredly at you with a groggy, yet soft and happy smile. You smile back. “Just thinking about you, handsome.” You gently pet his wing, before giving hi, a sweet kiss.

Rex hums softly, kissing you back as he sighs happily and closes his eyes, letting out a small chirp when you rub his wing more. “I love you so much baby. So so much.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around you and tucking you closer to his chest, making you chuckle.

You sigh softly, curling up closer and smiling. “Love it when you hold me.” You whisper softly.

“Well, I love holding you.” Rex chuckles. “And thank you for having me wash, and for preening my wings. I do feel 100 times better.”

“You were filthy.” You wrinkle your nose. “And your poor wings. Rex, ive done research on your species. Not taking care of your wings can end badly. I can’t have you unable to reach the sky’s or worse.”

Rex tears up, his heart warming at such a gesture of love and devotion. “You… You researched my species? Y/N, You did not have to do that, my love. I’m not… I’m not worth that much.” His tears fall, his emotions are always open to you.

“Oh, Rex. My sweet Rex. You’re worth so much more than you could ever realize.” You coo softly to him, gently cupping his face between your hands and kissing his lips, before moving and gently kissing his tears away, even though more fall in their place.

Rex is overcome with emotion, a mix of his love for you, his exhaustion, and especially how hard his mission just was… he just can’t stop crying. He buries his face into your neck.

You shush him gently, running soft fingers through his short hair, grown slightly longer since he didn't have time to cut it during the mission, same with the stubble scratching at your shoulder, but you don’t mind at all. “Oh, my love.” You whisper. “Shhh, let it all out.”

Rex cries for what feels like hours, before his small sobs finally turn to sniffles and hiccups. “I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“Don’t be, sometimes we have to let our emotions out, there is nothing wrong with it. I promise.” You hush him, gently kissing his temple.

Rex pulls away, looking down at you with so much love in his eyes. “I love you so much, Thank you.” He whispers, gently leaning down and kissing you. His eyes flutter closed as he completely relaxes again, only pulling away for air.

You sigh, smiling softly. “I love you too, so much. Now get some sleep, and tomorrow I’m cooking you breakfast.” You tell him, pulling the blanket up and tucking Rex and you in.

“Cyare, you don’t–”

“Hush, I am.” You huff, pecking his nose. “Now sleep, my love.”

Rex sighs, but smiles fondly. “Okay, Okay. You can cook me breakfast and ill sleep, but you have to sleep too.” He scolds, and you chuckle and nod, cuddling in closer and letting yourself relax.

Rex sighs then as well, relaxing and letting his eyes drift closed, he falls asleep shortly after, content and happy, even after crying earlier. You drift off too, Rex safe in your arms.

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biderboy · 2 years

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do you go through the 5 stages of grief when you lose yourself?

i. denial. because at first, you won’t admit it. you’ve been strong this long, you’ve made it this far. even if there are scrapes and scars, even if the blood on your hands is forever stained, even if there is a permanent shake in your voice. you made it. you can’t lose now. maybe tomorrow, or next week. but not now. you’ve worked so hard, for what?

it’s hard to even think about it, so you don’t. right? you ignore the reflection in the mirror, even though you know the bags under your eyes have grown darker. you shake your head when offered comfort, even if your body is screaming for it. you lay awake at night, breath stuttering and cheeks stained. but you don’t think about it. you can’t. you’re fine. you have to be. you will be. you are.

…right?

ii. wrong. anger comes next. it hits fast and hard and in ways you had never really expected it to. are you angry at yourself? do you hit your fists against your legs until they bruise? do you pull at your hair and angrily wipe the tears of frustration that fall without your permission? does it bubble in your chest until all you can do is scream and cry and turn into your own worst nightmare?

do you take it out on yourself? or other people? your sister, who just asked you to do the dishes? did you sneer at her, did you glare? were the words on your tongue so cruel and foul that her eyes filled with tears? did that satisfy you? for someone else to hurt? will you do it again and again, even if it’s wrong and you feel worse every time, but someone else is hurting too so it’s fine. they need to know you’re angry, they need to understand it. they need to feel it too, huh? does that help?

iii. you’re beginning to not recognize yourself anymore. that’s the scariest part of this all, isn’t it? you don’t know who you are anymore, and you’re beginning to forget who you were. that’s terrifying. you’re sad, and angry, and scared. you’re confused and you want to cry and yell and run until the air in your lungs turn to dust and take every thought you’ve ever had with it. that’s not too much to ask for, is it? to just go back? to when you were a kid and the wind felt cool, and the sun was a bit brighter, and the sounds of the playground creaking brought a smile to your face.

you wish and scream and beg the stars and whoever is listening, if anything or anyone is, to let you back. to let you have a do-over. to let you try one more time, you’ll get it right this time, you promise. right? you’ll be happier, you’ll run outside a little longer, you’ll pick more flowers and talk about your feelings and fall in love and be a better daughter. it’s okay, you can do it. you’ll do good this time around, you swear.

iv. unfortunately this next part you’re used to, aren’t you? the drastic change from feeling too much to not feeling enough, and back again. the days are the same. wake up, feel something, wish you didn’t, feel nothing, wish you could, go to sleep. again, and again, and again. you’re stuck in a loop, aren’t you? it hurts, doesn’t it? can you even feel that?

can you feel the food you ate? did you remember? you didn’t shower did you? it’s okay, nobody is around to care anyways. it’s just you. only you. it’s always just you. who are you? it doesn’t matter. your hair is a mess. you can’t get out of bed. your mind is racing, your heart is beating too fast, it’s not supposed to be that fast right? are you dying? do you want to? are you scared?

v. whoever you were, they’re gone now. that’s what the steps say right? you must accept it now. no going back, the deed is done. there are ashes on the floor from whatever fire took the light you used to have in your eyes. you can vacuum them up now, a better version of you won’t spawn from those. you’re just you. whatever that’s supposed to mean now.

what will you do now? you’ve cried, you’ve screamed, you threw yourself into a loop. it’s done, isn’t it? your smile has changed. nobody mentions it, but you don’t laugh the same either. that’s okay, it was meant to happen. that’s just life, right? you lose people. it happens.

they don’t really mention losing yourself though, do they?

and even after all that, did you mourn yourself? (no.)

#we’re going thru some stuff rn guys but ANYWAYS #it’s easy to write when i’m venting look at that #sorin writes #….?#poem #?#can i tag it as…#angst #..sure

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hyunjinspark · 7 months

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Girl who hurt you😭😭 why is ur writing like this??? It's a fucking masterpiece but like are you okay?? I should probably ask myself the same question... Everything about it is so fucking gooddddd it's actually quite comforting for some reason like- (I'm gonna overshare a bit) I moved like a few weeks ago away from home with my sister and I haven't been home since cause I just hate it there and shit(on my part) has been messy. idk for some weird reason I really feel the story(cried multiple times because of it btw and thank U) I have problems with processing my emotions so it helps when I wanna get sad and depressing feelings out my chest. But anyways the story is great it's perfect even, I love Ur writing I hope you sleep well every night and have a great life in general<3

this made me laugh😭😭 im fine dont worry i am just love writing about angst and hurt/comfort ! i have been in love once for w very long time but the angst was worse tbh 💀 anyway thank u for loving this story and for finding it comforting.

i hope you’re doing better now, ive been living away from home for a while too so i understand how it can get 😣 but so happy to hear this helps <3

#star lost with you

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actualbird · 9 months

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bipolar posting

it feels like not-good, it feels like not-quite-bad because there are Worse Bads out there, it feels like not caring about it, it feels like not wanting to know more about it, it feels like the deliberate way i look away when other people are visibly experiencing emotion because that makes me feel a way i cant describe or understand but i do understand the envy of 'how can you do that how do you feel safe and okay just doing that', it feels like relief when i take a nap and my horrible memory comes in handy by making me forget what had made me so upset just hours earlier thank god thank god, it feels like bile in my stomach, it feels like bile in my throat, it feels like bile ive dry heaved into the toilet for the nth time this week because why does my brain think it has the right to be connected to the rest of my body doesnt it know i wanna be saving my sick leaves for an actual emergency not these bullshit overreactions it makes me go through a billion times a day, it feels like how this morning i got mad at my cat because it was 4am and i was sleep deprived and he bit me too hard and the shame of it hit me like truck, it feels like how i fed him and cried and pet him and murmured im sorry im sorry while he didnt seem particularly bothered anyway because my cat loves me unconditionally and i dont deserve it, it feels like how i want to be tried at court and found guilty even if my cat forgave me, it feels like getting deemed innocent by that figurative court and taking the punishment into my own hands scratching clawing at the skin of my body til welts and cuts appear, it feels like bursting into tears for no reason while ordering lunch takeout for my family a few weeks ago and my mom hugging me my mom who has the same thing i do and she told me not to let this ruin my day and i took that as an order and threw up in secret when i failed and cried later that day anyway, it feels like every single sigh ive heaved trying to calculate if i can afford going back to therapy and hating it because thats a failure too it means the last round of therapy didnt stick didnt work, it feels like what if there are just some people who arent meant to get better and what if im one of them, it feels like ending up on the wikipedia page for lobotomies and half of my brain experiencing the appropriate horror for the cruelty and malpractice of it all while the other half of my brain feeling something akin to wistfulness for it, it feels like wanting that back on the menu of medical procedures and also that itd be covered by my hmo but just for me please just get it out of my head thatll fix me or ruin me but at least i wont be this and that just sounds. so much better

#cw emetophobia #cw self harm #cw everything just to be sure whatever im not doing great but it could be worse so i'll be okay eventually

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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Death is All Around | part VIII

The room was spinning, my head pounding from the unnecessarily bright lights in the waiting room while adrenaline coursed through me. I tried my absolute best to keep calm as I waited to hear any sort of news about Billy. When we had arrived at the hospital in the ambulance, they immediately took him in and started poking and prodding him with whatever they could before whisking him away from me. I was stuck in my mind, fearing the absolute worst. Was the stab wound superficial or was it life threatening? Was he going to make it out of here alive?

I was pacing back and forth, chewing on my thumbnail just as Tatum runs in and scoops me into her arms. "God, Sidney, I heard the news from Dewey and got here as soon as I could! Are you okay? What happened?" I buried my face into her shoulder, squeezing her as I let out the sobs I couldn't hold back any longer. She hushed me, running a hand down the back of my head as she let me cry into her. "I'm so scared, Tate," I whimpered, picking my head up off her shoulder after a moment."Billy will be okay, I promise," she holds me steady, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Was it...him?" She asks cautiously. I wrench my eyes shut, nodding. "He was trying to protect me," I whispered. "It's all my fault. Billy's hurt because of me," I sob. "Stop that, it's not your fault. He's hurt because that guy is a menace, Sid." "But he was coming after me, Tatum!" I shout. "Shh, shh," she guides me to sit in one of the vacant seats and plops down next to me. "Take a breather. Everything will be okay, Billy's where he needs to be, Dewey and his department are working on finding this asshole—"

Tatum was cut off when we were approached by one of the medical staff. "Are either of you Miss Prescott?" I sniffle and straighten out, turning my attention to him and nod my head 'yes'. "I'm afraid I have some news that may be alarming to you," he starts off, and immediately my heart jumps into my throat. "After we had given Mr. Loomis a CT scan, we assessed that he is in need of surgery for his wound." "What?" I gasp, clasping my hand over my mouth. "I-is he going to be okay?" I cried out, tears welling in my eyes. He holds his hands out in a reassuring gesture, "I'm sure everything will be okay, Miss Prescott. The blade reached the peritoneum; the muscles it tore through need to be repaired. If it had gone any deeper, he would be in a much worse condition..."

His words started to fade out as I took in the information, replaced by the image of his wound gushing out blood and covering my hands as I tried to stop the bleeding. I could feel the warmth of it, the stickiness of it against my fingertips as my hands trembled against his lifeless body. That same revolting, metallic scent that I never wanted to experience again flooded my nose, causing me to gag and slap a hand to my mouth for the second time tonight. Within seconds, I emptied everything that I had in my stomach into my hand, collapsing to the floor shortly after. All I could hear was Tatum's distressed yells as she begged for someone to help me before everything went black.

When I woke up a little while later, I found myself in my own hospital bed with yet another splitting headache. Groaning, I lifted my hand to my head, an unfamiliar sensation brushing against my arm. I looked down at my arm, seeing I had an IV stuck into my hand and immediately got nauseas—I hated needles. Glancing around the room to take my attention off the IV, I spotted Tatum snoozing in a chair beside me. "Hey," I croaked out, barely audible, and cleared my throat. "Tate, wake up."

I watch her eyebrows furrow before she slowly peeks open an eye. When she notices that I'm speaking to her, she sits up and breathes deep, stretching. "Hey, you're awake," she greets me softly. "How are you feeling?" I shrug, "I've been better, honestly," I swallowed, trying to moisten my dry throat. "Why am I in here?" She stands and wheels the dinner tray over to me to allow me access to the water sitting on it, noting the hoarseness in my voice. "You threw up and passed out, again," she informs me as she pours me a cup of water. I accept the drink, taking a long sip, unsure how to reply to that. "Don't you think that's a little concerning, Sid?" she gives me a wary glance. I shrug, "I don't know, maybe. Things haven't exactly been sunshine and rainbows as of late." She flashes a sympathetic grin, giving my shoulder a light squeeze as a nurse makes their way into the room.

"Oh good, you're awake," she greets me, planting a smile on her face. "How are you feeling?" I sighed, annoyed that I'm about to go through the same conversation. "I have a splitting headache," I mumble. "That's to be expected; you were severely dehydrated," she motions her clipboard to the IV in my arm. "When's the last time you've eaten or drank anything?" "I ate some Halloween candy earlier. I know, not very nutritional but that's all I was in the mood for at the time," I say with a chuckle. She purses her lips into a tight smile, flipping through the pages in front of her. "Well, other than the dehydration, you seem to be quite healthy. We just want to make sure you're getting the proper fluids and nutrition before we discharge you. We also have some other results that we would like to go over with you."

When I was finally able to visit Billy in his room, it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders just being in his presence. He was still unconscious, but he looked so peaceful with the deep rise and fall of his chest as he slept, his face so calm, even with the cannula in him. The color in his face was slowly returning to normal, which brought me some relief. I hated that he was still asleep, though, because I really needed him here with me. He was the only thing that made me feel truly safe, and I wanted nothing more than to be secured in his arms.

I made my way over to the side of his bed, grasping his limp hand in mine, disappointed when I didn't feel him squeeze back. Sighing, I took a seat at the edge of his bed, never taking my eyes off him. "I don't know if you can hear me or not, but if you can... I really need you to make it out of this mess, Billy," I say to him, watching for any sort of change in his state. I listened to the heart monitor continue its steady beep, praying for it to speed up just a little to indicate he was waking up. My heart sank when nothing changed, bringing tears to my eyes. "I'm just so scared, Billy," I whispered, now running my thumb over his knuckles. "I feel like my whole world has been flipped upside down, and I'm unsure of what to do." My voice cracks as a cry makes its way out of me, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Carefully, I lie down beside him, placing his arm behind me and tucking my head into his armpit. I aimlessly trail my fingers over his chest, "Life is so fragile, so short," I mutter, "created and destroyed within seconds. And I am so, so sick of it constantly being destroyed. It's like death is all around me... Please don't have me go through it again." I roll my face into his body, muffling the sobs that I couldn't confine anymore.

Suddenly, an arm is draped over my side and startles me, causing me to jump. I lift my head slowly and wipe my eyes, stifling my cries as I take in the view in front of me. I'm met with a glimpse of Billy's mesmerizing espresso-brown eyes, lids still heavy from the medication running through him. I place my hand on his cheek, turning his face towards mine gently as his lips softly pull upwards. "Hey," he croaks, straining to kiss my forehead. I sit up, guiding his head back down onto the pillow, "Don't, just rest," I whisper, a smile spreading across my face. "Thank God you're alive." He chuckles quietly, "Yeah, but I don't feel it." I let out a sad laugh, sniffling. "I know, you must be in a lot of pain." "Actually, I can't feel a damn thing," he laughs, picking up his other arm that had the IV stuck in him. "They got me all hopped up on morphine." "Enjoy the ride," I giggle, leaning forward to give him a kiss.

He brings his hand up to my face, swiping his thumb across my cheek. "Please stop crying, Sid; I'm okay. I may be a stuck pig, I may be down for a little while, but I'm okay," he assures me with a chuckle. "Okay, okay," I let out a little laugh. "I'm sorry, but I can't help worrying. You could have died, Billy." "But I didn't," he retorts, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I'm here to stay. I'll do whatever I can to protect you, Sidney." He takes my face with both hands now, crushing his lips into mine. We stay like this for a moment, basking in the way our lips synced together, a sense of security enveloping me. I pull away after a brief moment, resting my forehead against his, admiring the way his eyes sparkled. "I feel the safest when I'm with you," I whispered. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me to him as best as he could. "Good. That's my goal."

|Chapter 9|

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