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Hey! :)

I'm Angie and I’m dabbling into the world of writing my own fan fiction! I’ve only read, but the chokehold Oscar Issac has me in right now is insane.

(Also, I'm posting here cause I still have no idea how ao3 tags work.)

Hopefully, you enjoy it; love ya. <3

Hello hi here’s a headcanon(pretty much California focused)

California has asthma really bad lungs 1) bc of wildfires 2) bc of smog(San Bernardino had some of the worst smog of any county in the states)

Also he likes doing outdoorsy stuff like hiking, running, surfing, snorkeling, etc. . He just likes to be outside(golden retriever energy tbh)

Speaking of running I also think he started a running group with Massachusetts and their most frequent members are Colorado and DC

He likes to try new things and start new projects but he loses interest pretty easily so he has a lot of “hobbies” that he says he’s gonna get back into but chances are he won’t

That’s all I have for now, I hope you don’t mind me rambling in your asks lol

The Cali brainrot is real in this comunity frfr ‼️‼️

Im gonna open up to requests 😶‍🌫️, because doing this was fun, and i need something fun to do in free time, so dont be afraid to send something in my ask box or dms. ANYWAYSS! Tysm @theywhoshantbenamed for sending in something 😼🫶 Feel free to rant as much as you want in my asks, i dont mind it at all! (+ i leant something new!)

im curious

Hello everyone, it's Jeriko.

So, as you know, I'm the mod of @ask-biddy and @firebombing-freak . Recently I'm not so active there, but feel free to send in asks still, I just won't be looking at them much.

Well, thank you for reading this. I won't post this on the 2 rp blogs, so I hope the people following those 2 accounts will read this. Thank you again.

(I'm trying to focus on writing my fanfic, working on a side project and worry about going back to school bc summer is abt to end 😭😓😔)

Harder to Breathe - Supernatural - Part 4

Days passed and I heard nothing from Sam, Dean or Cas. I imagine Dean told them some bullshit lie about them putting my life in danger for being around me for too long. I spent my time moving from room to room to room, crying on their beds and breathing in their scents that still lingered on their bed sheets and pillows. It slowly faded, but I did find a shirt of Sam’s that he must’ve left by accident, it’s sleeve poking out from under his bed. I searched Dean’s room for something he might have left, but there was nothing.

After a while, I got too dehydrated from crying and imagined Sam telling me off for not eating or drinking right. As I was rummaging through cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, I found a stash of whiskey, scotch and more whiskey hidden away at the back of a cupboard.

I took one of the bottles of whiskey out and poured myself a glass, downing it fast. I quickly downed another, then another and one more before my eyes were watering and I felt sobs coming on. I took the bottle to Dean’s room with me and sat on his bed, imagining the last good time I saw him here. He was on his stomach in his briefs, moaning in pleasure as I rubbed the knots out of his shoulders as the smell of deep heat engulfed the room.

I fell asleep on his bed, my phone still in my jean pocket and the empty bottle falling to ground to the side of me.

-

When I woke up, my head was throbbing. I blinked my eyes open and let my eyes adjust to the darkness around me. I didn’t recognise my surroundings. I felt my phone digging into me still. I started squirming, but soon realised I couldn’t move my hands, they were tied to something. I squinted, trying to see what was happening. My head hurt too much to think.

Suddenly, the lights came on, making me groan in pain. I felt like I was going to throw up. I swallowed my spit in hope that I didn’t, but when I saw the King of Hell walking towards me, it didn’t help and before I could help it, my vomit was covering the ground the side of me. He made a disgusted face before shaking his head.

He cut my hands loose and I rotated my wrists. Crowley stared at me, narrowing his eyes. “What?” I asked harshly.

“Oh, that’s no way to talk to an old friend, is it?” he grinned. “I’m going to make you cry,” he whispered into my ear, making a shudder move throughout my body. His laugh was loud and obnoxious, and his breath smelt terrible.

“Clean this up,” he commanded to some demons. They came with a hose and washed it away behind me. “Your little boy toys aren’t gonna find you this time,” he said. I rolled my eyes, spitting at his feet. “You little bitch,” he hissed, slapping me across the cheek.

Each day I was here was filled with Crowley and other demons coming and defacing my body. I had cuts and bruises and wounds that I couldn’t even describe. My body felt heavy, like gravity was pulling me down more than usual. My hair was matted and blood was mixed through it. I didn’t get my regular hose down this time. On my second day, Crowley cut my hands free and let me eat. In that time I was by myself, I quickly pulled my phone out and dialled Dean’s number.

He didn’t answer, but I left a message. “Dean, Dean, I need your help. Please. Crowley’s got me again. I need you to get me out of here, Dean. You said this wasn’t going to happen again. I – I can’t handle any more of this. Hel-,” I cut my own message off, shoving the phone back in my pocket quickly and shoving food down my throat as I heard someone walking closer to the door of this room.

More days passed, but I didn’t get the chance to call Dean or Sam. The torture had been getting worse and worse. Crowley and the other demons didn’t let the wounds heal properly, so they would just make new ones over the other day-old ones. I got fed every two days, but it was just stale pieces of bread and sometimes there was some rice.

I didn’t keep count of the days but I knew my phone definitely would’ve died by now. Crowley kept trying, doing worse things every day but I still refused to let my tears shed. I would not let this bastard see me cry. He laughed when I screamed out in agony – he smirked when I spat blood out at him. I hated him with all my being, and I told him every day, without fail, how much I hated him and the scum bags that worked with him.

He liked to tease me. He liked to sing my favourite song to me. The song that my friendship with Sam and Dean was built around – it was our song. “…Getting harder and harder to breathe… Is it getting harder to breathe now, Alexa?”

One day, I felt blood rushing down the side of my face, but I couldn’t remember what had happened. I kept fading in and out of consciousness and I slurred all my words together. I knew that I wasn’t going to last any longer than a day or two, and so did Crowley.

I felt my hands being cut down and one of Crowley’s brutes lift me over his shoulder and I felt myself smile, thinking of the time I went with Sam and Cas to the beach. The day we gave Cas a crash course in how to swim. “Put me down, Sammy,” I slurred into the back of the demon, but he just grunted, throwing me into the back of a car.

The car drove sloppily, swerving all over the place. It was so bright outside that I couldn’t focus on where we were going. I recognised some of the sounds outside though. The sounds of water gushing and trees swaying in the breeze were evident. I could see massive patches of green grass and a massive body of deep blue water. It wasn’t the ocean – definitely not – it was a lake of some kind. When we parked, Crowley grabbed my arm tightly and led me to the jetty that went to the middle of the lake. I felt myself getting more and more nervous as the seconds passed.

I knew what he was going to do. “Now, love, I know you can swim, so I have to take some precautions,” he told me, spinning me around so I was facing the water while he tied my hands behind my back. He also tied my feet together. I felt tears welling up in my eyes – I wanted to cry – but I was too dehydrated and had lost too much blood to even let one fall. I was thankful for that. In my last moments, I wasn’t going to be crying or begging for my life.

Crowley faced me, a crooked grin stretching across his face. “Say hello to ol’ John for me when you get down there,” I gasped. I knew he was talking about the boys’ father. I shook my head one last time, my stomach riddled with nerves and I thought that I should at least put up a little bit of a fight.

I struggled against Crowley as he moved me closer to the edge of the jetty. “Don’t start now,” Crowley tutted, making me struggle against him even more. It took all of my strength to fight back. I had no energy left in my body and I could feel blood dried on my stomach, arms, hands, face, legs and everywhere else, reminding me of how tried and sore I was.

There was a weight attached to my legs, making it even harder to struggle against him. As a last result, I started screaming until my throat was dry. “SAM,” I called out into the nothingness around us. Crowley started laughing at me. “Please, come on, CAS,” was my second yell. Just as I was thrown over the edge, I managed to say two more words before the cool water consumed me. “Dean, please.”

As I felt myself sinking, deeper and deeper into the water, all I could think of was the song Harder to Breathe. I could hear the lyrics and music playing faintly in my head. When it gets cold outside, and you got nobody to love…

I struggled with as much force as I could to try and get my hands or legs free, but it was no use. The weight kept pulling me down, down, down. I knew I could hold my breath for longer than a lot of people could – I was a swimmer. I swam a lot as a child. I loved the water.

I saw black spots starting to appear at the edges of my eyes, making me realise that the inevitable was going to happen. I lost all hope that someone would come and rescue me. I let go of all the hatred, anger, sorrow that I had been harbouring and I felt better. I let go of every bad thought that I had floating around in my head and I felt better. As my lungs were burning more than any amount of running could ever cause, I felt myself close my eyes and everything went black.

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams. Is there anyone out there, cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe…

THIRD PERSON

As Crowley walked away from the edge of the jetty, he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god that’s over,” he muttered to himself. “Now, to tell the boys,” he pulled out his phone and called Dean, thinking that it fit most as her last word was his name. Dean answered on the second ring.

“Hello?” his voice was thick and sleepy.

“Oh, hello Dean,” Crowley sang.

“Crowley? Where is she? What have you done with her?” when Crowley all but laughed at him, he yelled, “Tell me where she is, goddamn it!”

“Oh, she’s at the bottom of Silver Lake, Delaware, Dean,” he smirked to himself. Dean hung the phone up, making Crowley laugh even more. This was a good day.

-

Silver Lake was in Dover, Delaware. Sam, Cas and Dean had been trying to track Crowley and his demons to find Alex. After Dean had gotten that message from her, he immediately started tracking. He had to find her. He couldn’t let her die.

He got scared, okay? Truth be told, he loved Alex just as much as she loved him. He hadn’t realised until Sam literally slapped it into him after she left him that message. The three of them were in a town over from Dover, so if Dean drove really, really fast, he could be there in minutes.

He drove as fast as he could, with Sam and Cas both staying as silent as possible. When they arrived at Silver Lake, it had been only seven minutes. He looked around the lake for places where she could be, but he couldn’t find any signs of a struggle or a disturbance.

“Dean!” Sam said, pointing somewhere. “The jetty!” and Dean was off, running to the very end of the jetty as fast as he could. He dived into the water, head first and he found her immediately. The water was clear and he swum down to her body. Her eyes were closed, making him want to throw up. He couldn’t have been too late. He went straight for the weight, dragging her through the water and cut it off her. He brought her to the surface where Sam hauled her out of the water and started CPR.

  Dean paced all along the jetty, watching Sam and the lifeless Alex. Dean lost track of time, as he watched, as he waited. Cas was there, trying to comfort him as best as he could. Dean was grateful for him being there. It gave him some sort of hope. He didn’t know why it did or what it was, but something about Cas standing with him, with Cas’s hand on Dean’s shoulder, comforted him.

Sam pulled back from her and looked up at Dean. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat. “Why’re you stopping, Sam? You can’t stop! You have to save her! Sam, please, I – I can’t – I need her,” Dean was sobbing now. It was the first time Cas had seen Dean this upset. Sam shook his head.

“I – I think she’s…” he trailed off.

“No, she can’t be, Sammy!” Dean wailed. “No!” he was shaking his head. He was shivering, still wet from when he brought her up. He launched himself forward so he was on his knees next to her cold body. Her lips and face were pale. He didn’t like seeing her like this. Dean grabbed her hand with both of his, squeezing it as tight as he could and prayed.

“If there’s any angel out there that’s listening, I need you. I need you and you’re healing powers to come down here and save the only person that I’ve ever loved. Please…” he was still crying over her body. Sam and Cas watched on in silence. Sam was crying. Cas didn’t know what was happening. He had never experienced this emotion as a human. He felt his heart pounding. It felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth. His eyes and throat were burning and it felt like there was a sack of potatoes weighing his stomach down.

Suddenly, in a blur of wings, a woman was standing in front of Dean and Alex’s body. Dean looked up at her. “Ellen?” he asked his voice heavy with sorrow.

“Dean,” she said, smiling. “Stand up,” he stood up and in a rush, he hugged her. Sam ran over and hugged her too.

“You – you’re an angel now?” Sam asked. Ellen shook her head, a faint laugh echoing around them.

“No, don’t be stupid – not anyone can become an angel. An angel let me borrow some of his grace to help you,” she told them. She leaned down and touched Alex’s forehead, and her back arched and she breathed in. She then started coughing up water. Sam dropped to his knees and helped Alex.

“She’s pretty, Dean,” she paused. “Treat her right,” she smiled, touching his shoulder.

“You know I will,” he nodded.

“Bye Dean, goodbye Sam,” she waved and she disappeared.

-

Cas carried Alex’s cold body to the car. He was the only one that hadn’t had water on him that whole time, meaning he was the warmest. Dean sat in the passenger seat, his eyes constantly on the sleeping Alex while Sam drove and Cas sat next to his friend, her hand in his.

 Dean smiled faintly to Cas, who returned it. It took a little less than a day to get to the bunker. Cas carried her out of the car and into the bunker where he placed her on the bed that was mine. It smelt like whiskey and Chinese. Dean scrunched his nose up at the scent but went to work on finding some warm clothes for Alex.

She was lying still on the bed, asleep. He changed her clothes as carefully as possible and after kicking his shoes off, climbed into the bed with her and fell asleep with her.

-

FIRST PERSON – ALEX

I stirred, spinning around so I was on my side. I felt something warm beside me. If I’m not in a nice heaven that has a nice beach and my parents aren’t here, I’m personally going to climb out of hell and into heaven. I opened my eyes hesitantly and saw Dean’s sleeping face. What was happening? Aren’t I dead? I poked Dean’s cheek and yes, he was very real. I poked him again and he groaned, opening his eyes.

He saw me and his eyes widened. “You’re awake,” he said, his morning voice cracking.

“I’m alive, apparently.”

“Yeah, yeah, called in a favour. You know how it is,” he said, a grin stretching across his face. I smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly good,” I said, confused. I looked at my arm, where I knew there was a gash that was going to scar. There was a small scar there. I was even more confused. How did I heal so quickly? “Dean Winchester if you made a cross-roads deal I am going to kill you right now,” I said, shaking my head.

“What? No. No, no,” he shook his head. “No one did,” he said.

“Good,” I smiled. He leaned forward, closer to me.

“Guess what?” he asked a smirk on his face.

“What?”

He kept getting closer and closer to me. I could feel the heat of his body getting closer to me. I shivered, realising how cold I was. He pulled me closer to him and pressed his pink lips to mine. I gasped. He pulled back. “I love you, too.”

YAY SO THIS IS IT.

I hope you liked it! It was my first time ever posting anything to the internet so don’t be too harsh pls.

Love you allllllll. 

ADMIN C.

eugh, yes

FINALLY, theyre away from the gross dad nd woong😭😭

and honestly loving how frantic and fast paced thr running away is :o adds alooot to the vibe of actually running away. and with poor hoseok :(( having a fever, hopefully hell be better by next chapter !! (which im already waiting eagerly to read♡♡)

im also VERY much enjoying how the hybrids are with one another, and how they all fit together even without y/n being in the picture. its great💕

i hope the mysterious man isnt jackson 😭😭😭 ufff would feel so bad if they got betrayed😔

DOE EYES??? I THINK I KNOW WHO IT IIIIS >:3 eurghhhh i just CANT CANT, wait for more. thank you for writing this series💕💕 and i know u said u were having an issue with the tagging, so ill just have to check the page more i suppose :]

Daddy’s Money pt 8

Run

•25 Mar 2022•

Pairing: OT7 hybrid!BTS x [F]Reader

Genre: Angst, comfort, fluff, Mafia AU, Hybrid AU

Warning: Slight verbal abuse, hybrid abuse/mistreatment, violence, Sickness, Fever,

“I can not marry your son Yoo Jae Myung-nim.” She met Woong son’s angry face head-on as she spoke which angered the man even more.

“You bitch!” He strained against his fathers hold.

“I will return all gifts you’ve given me these past few years and you never have to see me again. Act as nothing happened. I don’t want any probl-“

“Problems?! You little shit is the one causing problems! Do you know how long I’ve prepared- how long I’ve waited for this to be done and over with?! If you think I’m just letting you go you’re wrong!” He broke free from his fathers grasp with a violent shake as he took a threatening step forward. (Y/N) swallowed hard as she tried her best not to falter. Always hold your head high, she thought, no matter what just hold your head high like no one is watching.

“Goodbye.” She said with a stiff nod as she stepped around to leave. But Woong In grabbed harshly after her and she yelped in pain as he jammed her closer. His breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes as he snarled at her face.

“You’re not going anywhere, Princess.”

Seokjin growled in distress as he tried to step forward but a man in sunglasses stepped in between them and held him in place.

“Don’t damage the goods.” Mr Yoo warned the guard. “Woong In, play nice.” He said before he turned to the doors where (Y/N)’s father stood.

“Do not fret, (L/N)-nim, we’re just having a little chat before the real wedding planning begins.” His grin didn’t quite reach his eyes as he waved with his arms in the air.

“Let me go!” (Y/N) yelled as she stomped her heel down harshly at Woong In’s nicely clad toes. As he yelled out in pain, (Y/N) took the chance to push him away which caused him to fall into the pool behind them. The guard holding Seokjin turned his focus on the man now soaked to the bone in the pool yelling something about his expensive suit being ruined and Seokjin took the chance to throw himself at (Y/N) to get away from him.

“(Y/N)- are you okay?!” He fussed over her for a moment before her furious father coming closer made him shrink back.

“We have to go!” She pulled him as she started running along the side of the pool to enter through one of the doors as far away from the now chasing party behind them.

“(Y/N)- w- what’s happening?!” Her mother called worriedly after her as she watched them being chased by her father.

“We have to get out of here- leave- call the boys- I-“ She panted as she fell against the elevator wall. Seokjin frowned at her worriedly as he stroked her cheek.

“Shh. We’ll be alright. . . You know, when you said you wanted to run away I thought that would include a bit more planning beforehand but-“ He chuckled.

They hurriedly made sure they had something packed before they left the room.

“(Y/N)!” Her father yelled through the hall as he came walking down the hall. “If you run now there’s no stopping this!” He warned.

“Then so be it! I’m done playing your pretty little Princess in this game you’re playing!” She said as she adjusted the duffel bag on her shoulder and started running for the elevator at the other end of the hall.

“They’re taking the east side elevator down.” She heard her father say to someone before they were riding down again.

“Be ready to run. And if we’re separated-“ Her heart breath loudly- or maybe it never stopped.

“We won’t- and if we are we’ll find each other again,” Seokjin reassured.

Just as they exited the elevator, they saw people swarming from every side to stop them.

“Now!” She said as they took off running for the main entrance. They barely made it but luckily the doors broke down and wouldn’t open for the people chasing them.

“(Y/N)ssi?” She turned at the sound of the man calling her.

“Kim Rae Won-nim?” The man in the colourful suit that greeted them the day before upon their arrival stood with a worried look.

“There seems to be a problem?”

“Yes, as you can see now I need to run!”

“I can see that, that’s why I locked the doors.” He winked at her with a smile. She smiled gratefully at him.

“Take my car. It’s in the underground garage and you’ll be able to get out of here in no time. Just-“ He frowned as he handed her a fancy car key. “Be careful.” She nodded reassuringly at him before they were off around the corner to the entrance of the garage.

“Where is it?” She mumbled as they ran around pressing the car key. “Ah!” She grinned as she saw the lights blink as the car was unlocked.

“Let’s get out of here.” She smiled over at Seokjin as they sat down in the car and threw their bags in the backseat. The steak black car had tinted windows and would let them leave without anyone noticing.

“Call the boys and tell them to pack what’s important and be prepared to run if anyone but us come home.” Seokjin quickly grabbed her phone from the handbag she had carried all night. Not until then did she notice his hands were shaking. She grabbed his hand as they pulled out onto the big road.

“I’m so sorry for this. . .” She mumbled as tears of frustration blurred her vision.

“Don’t be.”

“But what if he takes out his anger on mom while we’re off running away to a better life? I-“ She let out a frustrated scream that made Seokjin flinch slightly. “I’m sorry.” They fell silent as Seokjin waited for Namjoon’s response.

“They must be worried. . .” She mumbled. “I hate putting you under stress like this.”

“Like this? I hope you haven’t been forced to run away from your aggressive father and his goons before.” He tried to lighten the mood but his endearing windshield wiping laugh slowly died out as he sank further into his seat.

“Why isn’t he answering?” (Y/N) wondered worriedly as she glanced over at Seokjin as he checked the phone again.

“Namjoon?!” (Y/N) called as she hurried through the doors. Seokjin quickly grabbed her arm to stop her as they were met by the three hybrids and a man with his back facing the door.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” (Y/N) scanned all the hybrids faces as the man turned around. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Jackson? Oh, thank god!” Relief washed over her face as Jackson smiled at her. He met her halfway in a quick hug.

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard what happened. . . I’ll help as much as I can but as soon as my father hears about this I have to step down. Now let’s go!” He helped them with the bags to the car before they parted ways and drove away.

“Jackson said a woman is renting out room an hour outside of town. Let’s go there first.” (Y/N) let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she scanned the road ahead.

“(Y/N). . . What’s going on?” Namjoon said, leaning over the shoulder of her seat.

“I broke off the engagement with Yoo Woong In and now both they and my father are chasing me.” She concluded quickly so she wouldn’t start rambling.

“Are you hurt?” He looked her over worriedly.

“No, we’re fine. We got some help from a man working at the hotel- it’s his car.” They fell silent for a long time after that, focusing on the long road ahead soon turning into smaller ones. (Y/N) could see Yoongi in the rearview mirror. His otherwise calm exterior as he looked out the window was given away by his pulled back was twitching every once in a while. Hoseok was curled up under Namjoon’s chin for comfort as the larger hybrid sat deep in thought, his hand mindlessly running through the blond’s hair. (Y/N) couldn’t begin to understand how stressful this must have been.

“Do you have one large room?” (Y/N) tapped on the counter nervously as she waited for the woman to check their bookings list.

“Sorry honey, it’s occupied for the rest o’ the week.” She gave an apologetic smile.

“It’s alright, any room will do.” She nodded.

“How many did ya say ya were again?” (Y/N) looked unsure for a moment. “It’s alright honey you can trust me.” She looked at the woman with surprise as she chuckled. “I know someone on the run when I see them.” She winked. (Y/N) breathed out.

“My friend said I should go here before continuing.”

“Oh, you’re not Jackson’s friend by chance?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then I have a room prepared for ya. Here take this.” She handed a key from one of the drawers behind the counter.

“Thank you so much.” She gave the woman a grateful smile before she jogged out to the car.

“I got it!” She smiled at the tiered hybrids still in the car. “I’ll just move the car closer.”

They made quick work of getting the bags inside and locking the door before they dared breathe for real.

The room was larger than most rooms but probably not the largest.

“We should be safe here for now. Jackson knows the owner apparently.”

“And you trust that Jackson?” Yoongi suddenly spoke up with a frown.

“Yes, Yoongi, I do. I’ve known him for a long time, he just hasn’t been to our house much. We mostly met at fancy dinners our fathers attended. His father is a well known Chinese businessman my father sponsors sometimes.” A knock at the door had everyone tense up and move further away. (Y/N) rushed over to peek through the blinds and sighed as she saw the woman from earlier. She slowly unlocked the door.

“Yes?” She asked as she opened just enough to show herself.

“I just came to drop these off. It can get quite chilly out ‘ere durin’ the night. And I saw the hybrids you brought with you, though they might need the extra comfort if you’re on the run.” She winked as she whispered the last part. Namjoon came up to stand behind (Y/N) with a stern look.

“Well, aren’t ya a handsome boy.” The woman said as she seemed unphased by the grown building in his throat.

“Joon stand down, it’s okay.” She glanced over her shoulder at the canine hybrid before she gladly accepted the pile of blankets from the woman.

“Thank you.” She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Hobi why don’t you take these and make the bed a little cosy?” She smiled as she handed the blankets to Namjoon who delivered them to the scared dog hybrid clinging to Yoongi in the furthest corner of the room.

“Oh, dear.” The woman cooed as she caught a look at them. “Are ya hungry sweetie? I’ll make sure to bring over some food. Don’t want ya getting seen by anyone.” She fussed before she was on her way.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) smiled before she closed and locked the door again. The room was indeed colder than normal. The air conditioner was probably broken. She sighed tiredly as she sat on the worn-out sofa on the wall opposite the beds as she watched Yoongi help Hoseok build a small nest on the beds now pushed together. Namjoon sat down slowly beside her, tucking his head into her neck with a grumble. She mindlessly brought her hand up around his wide shoulders to pet his rough pointed ears.

“They have arrived, sir.” A man spoke into his phone as he hid behind a corner. Sunglasses covered his eyes as he glanced back at the window with the closed curtains.

“Good.” A voice answered with a chuckle and the line went dead.

“We can’t stay here. It doesn’t feel safe anymore.” (Y/N) but her bottom lip anxiously as she turned back from looking through the blinds in the window. She had felt eyes on her back ever since they arrived a week ago and the feeling continued to grow. And now Namjoon seemed to have grown restless too which only confirmed her suspicions.

“But we don’t have anywhere else to go,” Yoongi grumbled as he chewed on some fries while sitting cross-legged on the sofa. (Y/N) sighed heavily as she plopped down next to him. He was quick to fall against her, head landing against her collar bone and his tail swishing against the seat while he fed her a fry. She stroked his cheek gently making him purr happily.

Just then a knock came from the door making the half-sleeping hybrids on the bed stir slightly.

“Hi sweetie, just came by to drop off some food.” The kind woman smiled as she pushed the multiple plastic bins of food into her arms. She chuckled with a smile.

“Thank you. But we won’t be staying for much longer. We have to get on the move.”

“Oh. . . I totally understand honey. Would you like me to look up somewhere else you can stay?” (Y/N) thought for a moment.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you.” She smiled before she said goodbye and closed the door.

“You think she’ll find something?” Seokjin asked as he looked up from where he had been tucked in under Namjoon’s chin, tail curling in the air back and forth.

“I hope so.” She sighed as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

“How’r you feeling?” (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed where Hoseok was resting with Seokjin and Namjoon curled into his sides, Yoongi behind Joon. Hoseok’s skin was hot, ears pinned back flat against his head. She lifted the wet towel from his forehead to re-wet it. Namjoon growled slightly in his half-sleeping state as she stood up.

“I’ll be right back.” She reassured him as she brushed his bangs out of his face. A satisfied grumble left his chest as he settled again. (Y/N) smiled slightly before going to the bathroom. She took a moment to look in the mirror. The bags under her eyes were dark and clearly visible. She sighed as she turned her focus to re-wetting the towel. Another growl grabbed her attention, this time louder, before Yoongi’s voice was heard.

“Joon, calm down.” Another grumble. (Y/N) wrung out the towel slightly to stop it from dripping before she hurried out.

Namjoon was sitting up, a frustrated frown on his face as Yoongi sat beside him while rubbing and massaging his shoulders gently. Hoseok had turned into Seokjin’s side. Yoongi looked up at her as she came back into the room.

“He’s getting frustrated. And it’s not helping Hobi getting better.” He shot a harsh look at the back of Namjoon’s head.

“Sorry.” His ears turned back as he gave her a pitiful look. She let out a deep breath.

“Oh, Joonie.” (Y/N) sat down carefully on the foot of the bed and handed the towel to Seokjin who laid it on the dog hybrid’s forehead again.

Hoseok grumbled as he came back to his senses for a bit. He felt a pair of soft lips pressed against his neck as a hand gently stroked along his cheek.

“Hyung?” His voice was raspy with sleep as he turned his head slightly to see the mop of golden brown hair on his shoulder. A light hum came from Seokjin as he lifted his head slightly.

“Where are we?” He asked as he squinted and looked around.

“You don’t remember? We left the rental after (Y/N) found a big camper for sale. Your fever is still high.” Seokjin sat up to look down at the dog hybrid.

“Oh. . .” Hoseok frowned as he sat up, leaning on his elbow.

“How are you feeling?” (Y/N) asked as she came over to the edge of the bed with a tray of drinks.

“Fussy. . .” He groaned as he stretched his arms high above his head with a pop of his back.

“Get some more rest. If you need anything we’re just outside.”

“Are you sure he’ll be alright soon?” (Y/N) asked as she sat nursing the cup of hot liquid in her hands that Yoongi had prepared to calm her nerves. The three sat at the foldable table outside the camper, looking out over the lake nearby. After they had arrived at the location where the camper was located they had struggled to move a feverish Hoseok into the camper and Namjoon had grown restless at the lack of nesting materials for the bed but (Y/N) hadn’t had time to go into town yet so they were left with the things the previous owners had let them keep.

Namjoon hummed in thought as Yoongi looked at the camper behind him.

I’m sure he just need some rest and love.” He reassured before looking back at them. “But we should look out for more signs of the fever worsening just in case.”

(Y/N) glanced into the camper for a quiet moment before glancing down at her cup. Suddenly the warm liquid inside no longer seemed inviting, making her frown and put the mug on the table instead of welcoming the warm feeling rushing down her throat into her stomach. She sighed with a frown.

“I should go get more nesting materials.” She said as she stood up.

“No,” Namjoon growled followed by a whimper. “Don’t leave.” His ears were pressed against his head as she halted her movement. He frowned worriedly at her.

“Didn’t you want a better nest?”

“It’s more important to keep together right now.”

“Okay, I’ll just go check on them again.” She could hear Seokjin mumbling sweet nothings into Hoseok’s ear to keep him calm.

“Such a good pup. . . Nothing will hurt you. . . (Y/N) and Joon are making sure we’re all safe. . .” She smiled at them before sitting on the edge of the bed behind Seokjin’s back. She reached over the brunet boy’s shoulder to pet along Hoseok’s folded ears. He grumbled happily in response.

The others soon joined them in the camper as the sky started turning darker and the sunset colours reflected over the calm water of the lake. There was a calm air over the place but (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel uneasy still.

“What’s got your head in a spin?” Yoongi asked quietly as he joined her at the table in the front of the camper. She sighed as she gave him a small smile.

“Just thinking.”

“Care to share?” He said as he sat down and moved her legs to lay across his lap as he started kneading at the flesh of her ankles.

“Now I wish I had just kept my mouth shut at the banquet. . . Play the pretty princess as I’ve always done. Then you wouldn’t all be in danger because of me. . .” She ran a frustrated hand through her hair.

“Don’t. We’ll figure something out and it will all work out in the end.” He grabbed her hand and stroked a gentle thumb over her knuckles.

“Do you really think we can settle down here?” She chewed her lip anxious.

“Stop with that.” He pulled her lip out with his thumb. “You’ll irritate it.” He sighed. “Why don’t we get some sleep and think about all this tomorrow. You need the rest.” He nodded to the door leading to the bedroom in the back of the camper where the rest of the hybrids were already piled on top of each other. In no way did they actually fit that many in it but they would be damned if they didn’t try.

But sleep never came. So (Y/N) got up in the middle of the night after hours of endless twisting and turning. She made sure to close the door as quietly as possible before she took the kettle filled with water out to the burner outside. She sat with a thick blanket tightly around her as she waited for the water to heat up, trying desperately to stay calm in the strange cold laying over her. Filling her mug with water and adding a teabag she sat holding it in both hands close to her chest.

Her mind was so clouded with what if’s and what could happen that she didn’t notice the pair of big doe eyes watching from the bushes.

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No Strings (Master List)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Status: Complete

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

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bitches not fucking with the gc name being “agust dui” one the situation was barely even talked about in the gc and two IF IT WAS A SRS SRS INCIDENT I WOULD OF NEVER NAMED IT THAT ?????? but we all (im assuming) saw the video and it wasn’t as big as it was made out to be it is just genuinely a silly little joke #haha #hehe like omg if yoongi had genuinely hurt anyone or severely injured himself i would of never named it that???????

ALSO i saw another thing saying it was a name given to him by antis. i KNOW that but if you read the gc you would KNOW that that is their dynamic making fun of eachother and everything LIKE ?? i’m sure yoongi’s is not loosing sleep over a FAKE gc post by whyse7vn and you shouldn’t be either

yeah idk

This Alexmation guy makes me feel very irate I hate him! >:(

Ikr, he keeps disrespecting twincookies, the masked singer tumblr community, disrespecting our ships, and steals ash’s and the twins art without permission from them! Dang, that Alexmation has crossed the line too far……

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Byers/Original Male Character(s), Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: Abusive Relationships, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, here me out here when i say will is dating an oc please, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - College/University, but idk what american colleges are like, but my beta readers does, Slow Burn, Musician Mike Wheeler, Ballerina Will Byers, Heavy Angst, Cheating, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Unhealthy Relationships, Suicide Attempt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Trans Mike Wheeler, Referenced Hate Crimes, typical time period use of the world transsexual Series: Part 1 of watching you across the room Summary:

Will is 2 years into a relationship, ten years into a career in ballet, and happy as he can imagine himself. Mike is 7 years into a music career, and unable to see himself happy in another relationship. Meeting was a horribly amazing chance of fate.

⚠️⚠️ was previously called 1993, sorry for randomly changing it after 4 months ⚠️⚠️

i could really analyze this picture for a fucking millennium

- neither married couple in this picture is anywhere near each other which is mainly because of the fact that the artist has separated immediate family from the extended family/in-laws but if you really think to yourself do they belong together in the first place? id argue that putting logan and marcia together would be fine but putting shiv and tom together changes the entire picture. i feel like the reasons why are obvious

- logan kendall and gerri are sitting. logan and gerri sit in very stoic and strong poses that both have their feet planted (gerri has one foot behind the other to look more “ladylike”). kendall’s one planted foot and one loose foot give away how unsure he is about his decisions. he is also the only sitting person that uses the back of the chair (he’s not used to supporting himself alone!!) however it’s still important to note that he’s the only sibling seated, and he has his own chair meant for one person (same with gerri) whereas logan has an entire couch to himself but only sits on the edge closest to the camera and doesn’t lean on it at all.

- everyone else in the picture is standing which i think directly indicates a lack of a “seat at the table”. the people who get to sit are the people that logan considers the most business savvy and the ones he listens to the most in big decisions, which also makes them the ones he cares about most (i.e. appreciating gerris honesty during Boar of the Floor and searching for/asking about kendall after the gunshot in the office building). connor leans on kendall’s chair and tom leans on gerri’s. i both of these are an indication that the leaner thinks they deserve the sitter’s place, despite them not having for obvious reasons. connor is the roy sibling least connected to the actual waystar royco business but harbors some feeling that he deserves the “daddy’s special boy” spot because he is the oldest and holds a slight resentment for kendall because of it. this is most exemplified by the way the connor occasionally sticks his nose into the conversation and implies that he should be given more power than he currently holds despite making no real effort to become a legitimate royco associate or employee. tom’s desire for gerri’s spot is pretty apparent because he wants to be close to logan and for logan to actually regard him as an equal rather than a disturbingly fruity son in law who he gives positions to oblige his kind of evil daughter

- only roman shiv and greg acknowledge the copious amount of dollar bills covering the room, which i think shows their relationship to the “regular” working world. especially in a time where credit/debit cards and electronic pay are readily available to most of the (global north) population, the richest among us very rarely ever touch physical money despite generating massive wealth that they hoard. greg is the only person in the main cast that has ever struggled with not having enough money and the only character that is a part of the roy family and shows even a sliver of genuine sentiment for the proletariat. he is the only one “taking care” of the money, doing the dirty work for his more cutthroat peers more capable of treating money in the way that rich people do (that is to say they have no idea how the sausage is made but enjoy the luxuries that come from spending money they didn’t really work for). greg obviously is on his way to also becoming disgustingly rich but is still used to working more menial jobs and is treated as such by the rest of the cast, thus he is the sole subject in this piece actually laundering the money. also note that counting the ironing board (which he could leave at anytime but is figuratively bound to) greg is the subject taking up the most space and the closet to the middle

- shiv is the only roy sibling depicted as having a substantial job outside of the waystar royco sphere, but she left it to work for the family company, hence the piece leads the viewer to assume she was holding money and tossed it, keeping the money literally out of her hands and putting regular (i used that word very loosely) employment options behind her. roman is holding the money but has set it on fire, which is pretty direct in illustrating the fact that he is the roy sibling who most often interacts with “normal people” (mostly against his own will) but is a total dick about it. his odd (insane and incredibly rude) behavior costs the family social and financial capital on multiple occasions and he doesn’t really care

- of course we cannot forget the absolutely garish background here. it’s impossible to miss the neoclassical architecture and renaissance art pieces, as well as the gilded ends of the columns and let’s say, interesting placement of windows. obviously at first glance it’s just an absolute hodgepodge of colours but really it’s about signaling the amount of money they have. i resides to say anything else about it because it hurts my eyes

money laundering with the gang

Amber ── .✦01.

✦ Summary: In which Esme and Hoseok fall in love but of course with love comes trouble especially when you're dating an idol.

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"JUST SHUT UP! PLEASE!" Her cries echoed throughout the house, covering her ears as she laid on the floor. She couldn't deal with it anymore, the constant gaslighting and the mental abuse was getting to the point where it was too much. "I should've listened when they warned me, but nah I ignored them 'cause my dumbass didn't know any better, cutting the people I loved off FOR YOU! just so that you could be happy, for us to be happy!" She screamed while crying. He stood there confused as if he didn't know why she was crying, as if he wasn't the reason her mental health depleted and still is. when she finally looked up at him all that could be seen in her face was disgust. Disgust with they were he was looking and acting towards her over the years. "You know what I'm done with this bullshit." She got up wiping her tears, leaving the male's apartment ignoring all sounds and stares she received. All she could think about was why she never realized sooner......



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Esme's POV:

        "Should I be doing this right now?" Biting my fingers anxiously as my decorated camera sat on my bed. I knew I would have to come back to making YouTube videos eventually,as it was all I knew and I would be nothing without it and my subscribers. I just never expected it to feel so foreign to me. Honestly I don't even know if I'm ready to get back but I know many of my fans miss me, and of course theres some who thought I'd be gone for good, and honestly I don't blame them for that knowing I did take a 6-month break with no heads up, not only on YouTube but on all my social media platforms, kinda like I just disappeared but if not now then  when?

I sigh grabbing my camera and turning it to start recording. "Hey guys! I know it's been a while and y'all are probably wondering where I've been, what I've been doing and more some of y'all were right and I did break up with Rome but I'm not gonna go into full details about it, cause I'm not ready yet when I am though you guys will know the full story and understand why I took a break but lemme not ruin the mood it's a time of comebacks and celebration! now I am going to get back on my routine, posting weekly and spamming my socials!" As I speak, I can just feel some of the weight I've been holding on being lifted off my chest.

I clasp my hands together before I continue talking. "To be honest with y'all I wasn't even going to start recording again this soon, but Jazmine and her Lil boo invited me and one of his friends to a trip to Hawaii!!! Like y'all don't understand how hyped I am right now! Like I may regret this later but who am I to say no to a trip to Hawaii." I shrug my shoulders jokingly.

"I didn't plan much for this video honestly, but I did want this video and the Hawaii flight video to be separate, and since I and Jaz are going tomorrow imma drop COCO off at my mom's, and hopefully jaz is gonna be home by the time I get back so we can pack together and hopefully make some cute matching fits." I explain to my viewers what I have planned for the day though it wasn't much. (A/N: coco is the name of her Pomeranian I didn't put her in the characters cus she wouldn't be mentioned much💀)

"Come here coco! Y'all why he tryna act like he dont know mee! get a hold of Coco who was trying to run away, I grab my keys, slip on my slides, and lock my door, leaving my apartment complex as I make my way to my car.

I prop my camera on my dashboard, so it won't fall, and put on Apple Music to play "Normal Girl". "As always y'all we're gonna stop by Starbucks so I can try a drink I saw going viral on TikTok then I'll head over to my mom's house to drop coco off." I look back at coco than at my camera as I speaking

"So, this is the drink I got and y'all already know I had to get my grilled cheese! Tew good." I showcase my order to my camera as I get the drink and my grilled cheese sandwich. I eat and drink my order as I make my way over to my mom's house.

I get there and ring the doorbell repeatedly to which she opens the door. "Esme gimme the damn dog so I can go back to sleep too damn early for this shit" she speaks groggily with an attitude.

"It's actually one though...and I don't even get a hello wooow" I joke with her knowing we were on the phone last night.

"Esme quit playin' with me and give me the damn dog."

"Damn here, Bye coco bye mama." I hand her coco and walk back to my car hearing her hum bye back.

"Ok so now that I dropped Coco off imma just head back home and hopefully Jaz is back so we can pack together." I talk to my camera as I start driving back home. . . . . .

I finally get back, unlocking my door to see Jaz in the kitchen getting a snack. "Oh, hey Esme" she turns and greets me.

"Hey sweetheart, did u have fun with your Lil boo," I ask with a smirk.

"Girl yes I have to fill you in on literally everything so fir-".

I cut her off before she started ranting on about what she and Yoongi did. "Before you even start let's pack while you tell me what y'all did because I know you ain't start yet and I know you gon be talking for a good minute. "

"You right" she laughs knowing what I said was true.

We both go into my room and start packing for the trip tomorrow.

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A/N: I edited this chapter WAYY more than the second time and I'm actually happy with the beginning chapter and I made this chapter before the whole Starbucks boycott  so that's why they were mentioned I DO NOT SUPPORT them at all not even to the slightest degree

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Din Djarin has never left home, he lives in the warm shadows of his home with his brothers, sister and adoptive father. He loved it…and now he’s falling for Luke Skywalker. Only problem? He’s a merman, and Luke is a human.

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It seemed as though it was a regular Tuesday morning. The sun was shining out in the Internet Graveyard, and all of the dead memes were enjoying the warmth and glow of the sun. There always seemed to be a cheery atmosphere in the air, it had been this way ever since a certain someone was sent to the Internet Graveyard, and had become a legend there. Forever changing the lives of all the dead memes.

But, this individual had not yet awoken, and hadn't realized the changes made to him as a result. Despite seeming like a regular day, life always seems to throw a bunch of surprises your way. This brings us to a man called SMG3 who unknowingly, was about to have arguably one of the strangest days of his life.

From inside of a nearby Starbucks, the sun was beaming through the windows, making the room have a bright yellow tint. Thus causing the aforementioned man to awaken.

SMG3 opens his eyes to find himself in his room.

Looking at the clock on his bed stand, he decided to focus his eyes and check the time. Upon realizing that he had slept in late, he sat up from the bed and took in his surroundings. As he blinked the sleepiness from his eyes, reality seemed to settle in.

'Great', SMG3 sarcastically thought.

Another day of having his daily routine ruined by some stupid idiots who somehow find a way to always wreak havoc on anything and anyone. It was basically his life now. At least once a week he would be dragged into some new shenanigans made by Mario or just any member on the SMG4 crew. He had always thought that they were annoying and wanted to stay as far away from them as possible but it seems as though faith was always against him. Every time he thought he was done with those idiots they would always find a way to come find him again.

It had gotten to the point where SMG3 had even gotten used to often hanging around SMG4 and his crew. He still thought they were pretty obnoxious at times but he knew that he was already getting used to them and even having fun with them at times. Not that he was the nicest to them or anything, they still needed to be put in their place after all. But even if he didn't want to admit it, he knows that deep down he appreciates their company. Ever since he got sent to the internet graveyard, he hadn't really had the best social life. Sure he was a celebrity with the dead memes but he couldn't help feeling quite lonely at times. Yes he cares for them but its not as though the dead memes that reside in the Internet Graveyard are the best conversationalists.

So, he decided that every once in a while he would even try to hang out a bit with the SMG4 crew. They had mostly gotten over what he did in the past and had all gotten along better than expected. Despite their past, the times that SMG3 had enjoyed their company had gotten more frequent. And that is a secret that he would take to his grave.

After finishing his internal monologue. (Being a villain for so long will do that to you). He started walking towards the bathroom to brush his teeth, and to get ready for the rest of the day.

'Hmm, I wonder what I should do today. I could visit the castle again but do I really want to deal with everyone's stupidity?', SMG3 thought.

As he walked towards the bathroom he realized that he felt uncomfortable sensations throughout his body, as if something was there that wasnt supposed to be. It felt strange to say the least but he had just woken up and was still feeling pretty drowsy. So he dismissed it as morning sickness or something. Besides, he could check it out once he made it to the bathroom.

He opened his bathroom door and grabbed his toothbrush. Once he had put a generous amount of toothpaste on it he lifted it up to his mouth. SMG3 started brushing his teeth and once he was finished, had looked up into the bathroom mirror. But once he made eye contact with his reflection, he felt utter shock coursing through his body.

SMG3 had screamed so loud that Eggdog had woken up from his slumber and came inside the bathroom, making sure that SMG3 was alright.

Clearly though, he wasn't alright. Especially when he had WAY longer hair than usual and VERY feminine qualities that he didnt remember previously possessing.

He still couldn't believe his eyes. As he looks at himself, mouth agape, he takes in his features.

As previously stated, his hair had grown longer. It reached all the way down to his mid back and was way thicker and shinier than yesterday. His hips were accentuated and he had slimmer shoulders and legs. His eyelashes, along with his hair, had also grown longer and were framing bigger and rounder eyes.

"WHA- WHY DO I LOOK LIKE A GIRL?!", SMG3 screamed.

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Cliffhanger!

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*~Unexpected Changes~* : An SMG3 x SMG4 Fanfic

Have you ever wondered what would happen if some magical wizard turned SMG3 into a girl? Well now you don't have to! Yo...

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"Invisible string."

A starchaser angsty blurb?

This is part one of Bree tries to make fanfics while doing school.

TW: NO HAPPY ENDING, its my first time writing a blurb I think thats what you call it?, I dont know how to write on tumblr either, so bare with me.

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James and Regulus never talked much. Only knowing each other from their mutual classes, or in this case, brothers.

Regulus had always found James quite annoying. "Why was he always laughing? What is there to laugh about anyways?" He would say to his friend Pandora.

If you ask anybody in this school, Pandora was tired of hearing Regulus complain about, "Pisser Potter."

"Maybe you should just fuck the hatred out of you both." Barty Crouch Jr would say with a mischievous smile. "Nobody asked for your opinion in this Crouch," Regulus snapped.

And so on the conversations would never be about anyone else, only James.

James on the other hand, paid much attention to Regulus. He noticed when Regulus had cramps, when he was mad or sad, when he was annoyed, James even noticed what time he ate and went to sleep.

James and him had many differences. Such as, Regulus being positive on his sexuality, he loved men and was a man.

Not his mothers little girl, her boy.

James, didn't know he liked boys until he met Regulus. When he first saw Regulus walking towards him, he walked the other way and ran into a wall.

Remus knew about James' little crush, it was quite obvious, but not to Sirius. To be fair, Sirius had just found out that Marlene liked girls, and she came out in front of them.

That's besides the point. James never felt as comfortable with his sexuality like Sirius, Remus or even Marlene.

Kissing boys felt weird. His whole life he was being told to create grandchildren with a nice girl, or marry a woman that he loves.

But what about the boy he loves?

Without even knowing it, James began to get closer to Regulus, feeling this invisible string pulling him closer and closer.

The invisible string pulled Regulus to James as much as it pulled James to Regulus.

The invisible string had no boundaries but someone did.

Regulus set major boundaries about touching. Anytime someone would touch him, he could push them away.

"Regulus!" James screamed, running to him. He hugged him, rather tightly and smiled. Regulus awkwardly, patting his back with a small smile. He couldn't explain why he was hugging him back, it felt natural.

James would do nice gestures for Regulus, such as, giving him flowers, buying him chocolate when he was dealing with his mensural cycle, buying him binders, etc.

Regulus could feel himself falling in love with James.

On one cold winter night, Regulus finds himself in the astronomy tower, with a blanket draped around his shoulders.

James himself couldn't sleep either, so he walked to the only place he knew Regulus would be at.

When James sees him, a bright smile spreads across his face. He slowly walked to him, his breath uneven.

"Don't you look cozy." James whispered sarcastically. Regulus rolled his eyes and looked up at the taller man. "What are you doing here?" Regulus mumbled. "I couldn't sleep." James gulped as he looks in Regulus' greyish eyes.

Regulus nodded and looked down at his feet. That gesture alone made James' heart tremble. Something came over him, with his right hand he lifted Regulus' chin up to face him. They stare at each other.

James smashed his lips onto Regulus' without any warning. Regulus kissed back, a small whimper eliciting from him.

They kiss for what felt like hours. James is the first one to pull away. "I shouldn't..." James mumbled. "I shouldn't have done that." His face turning into a look of regret.

"If its about my brother, we can fix that, he'll just have to live with it-" Regulus ranted and sighed. "Its not that." James gulped. Regulus' face turning into an expression mixed with confusion and panic. "What is it then?" He murmured.

"I wish you were a girl." James looked at Regulus, the twinkle in his eyes no longer there. Without another word, James runs off back to his dorm.

The next day comes around, Regulus was sitting at his usual spot at the slytherin table, having a much more gloomier face than normal. No one dared to talk to him.

He looks over at the gryffinor table, seeing everyone celebrate. He walks over there with a curious expression.

Sirius ran over to him. "James Potter has finally got a girlfriend! Can you believe it?" Over to the right, over Sirius' shoulder, he sees James kissing Lily Evans.

Regulus pushes Sirius away, not caring anymore. Regulus runs to the astronomy towers and breaks down. The words playing over again, "I wish you were a girl." Regulus' knees buckle, he falls to the ground, punching the floor. "Why not me?" Regulus cried out loud. Why not him?

James notices this and followed him. Not caring if anyone asks about his whereabouts. "Regulus, I swear-" James said once he gets to the astronomy tower. He doesn't let him speak. He stood up on wobbly knees and pointed at him, anger written on his face.

"I didn't realize I was such an inconvenience to you." Regulus deadpanned and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Regulus I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm not ready-" James tried to explain, but he cut him off.

"Are you ashamed of me?" Regulus murmured. James shook his head frantically, trying to tell him no. "When you kissed her, did you think of me? When you looked at her, did you see me?" Regulus whispered, his voice slowly growing louder. "I let you tear down my walls, and after I gave my all, that's all it took for you to get over me?" Regulus shouted.

James just stood there, taking it. He knew he hurt Regulus, and he hated himself for that.

James slowly tried to reach for Regulus' hand, trying to comfort him. "Don't fucking touch me!' Regulus yelled as he yanked his wrist back.

Regulus started to walk away before he heard James whisper something.

"I never told you I loved you." James looked at Regulus, eyes filled with tears.

"Maybe that was for the best." Regulus deadpanned and wiped away his tears.

And with that, he never looked at James again. James would steal glances at him while he was with Lily. She would never know about the invisible string.

The day Regulus died, James could feel the string cut. And then he knew what Regulus had felt when he broke his heart.

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“If I stop writing

Someone will become better than I

And I will no longer be a poet

But a girl that tried”

- Bree Murillo, Chapters of a Teenage Girl

could we live in this tangled mess forever?

gender neutral oc, desperately in love regulus (and secretly reader too). regulus doesn't know how to express his emotions properly so he does his best to hint at it but it doesn't really work (this poor dude).

if your blood is my blood, i will course.

if your love is my love, i want more.

“I’m scared of getting older.” Regulus’ words were spoken quickly, as if it would protect what he spoke. A hint of desperation rested inside of his eyes, his hands holding his fragile heart, hoping they would take it.

"Everyone is, Regulus."

The words stung. He wished they didn’t, but they nearly knocked him over. They didn’t notice, didn’t want to.

He nods, looking down to the book in front of him. For a moment there, he had entirely forgotten they were in the library studying for OWLs.

James approached the table, sitting down and pulling out his book with a wave and a small smile accompanying as greeting to the two. Regulus returned the wave, and the trio went back to their books.

The sound of quill nibs scratching the surface of parchment and tattooing them with black ink occupied the library, echoing off the walls and mixing with the clicking and clacking of peoples' uniform shoes.

Regulus was anxious.

His fingers tapped against his quill as he tried to think of the next words for his essay, but all he could think about was how good they looked while their bangs fell over their eyes and they rubbed at their eyes. They had been up all night again, he could tell.

---

It was warm out by the Black Lake, save for the breeze drifting off the waters and the light breeze that would sweep past, rustling Regulus' hair like an old friend.

He found a suitable rock and sat down, pulling his book out of his pocket and getting comfortable. Every once and a while, he'd hear the Whomping Willow shiver, it's dry branches creaking against the quiet sounds of nature. Water lapped against the shore, almost calling his name. If it weren't for the ruthless sirens below surface, he most likely would have joined the cool lake.

"Regulus?" Stevie's voice brushed against his ear, drifting over in the breeze and settling next to him. He looked up, finding their proximity to be quite close. "Hm?" he hummed; Stevie pulled their cardigan closer around their body, looking out to the Black Lake as they thought.

"Nothing, I forgot."

Oh.

---

The hospital wing was empty aside from Madame Pomfrey and Stevie. The only sound bouncing off the walls was the two's ocnversation, and the doors being thrown open and quick footsteps.

Regulus marched right over to their bed, looking down at them as Madame Pomfrey continued cleaning the scrapes they got from quidditch practice. "Stevie, can I ask you something?"

"Uhh, sure?"

"Are you in love with me?"

Stevie choked on their spit.

Madam Pomfrey snorts, picking up the dirtied cotton swabs and walking out of the hospital wing with the excuse of visiting Minerva.

Stevie struggled for words, still looking at him, like if they looked away he'd disappear and Madame Pomfrey would replace him, this whole confrontation a dream. "Pardon?"

"Are you in love with me?"

"Um.. why do you ask?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Well- ...I don't know actually."

Regulus sighed, visibly frustrated as he sat in the chair that Madame Pomfrey was in. He picked up the roll of gauze, beginning to wrap their scrapes.

"Why don't you ever just use spells to heal these?"

Stevie shrugged, "They make my skin itch really bad. Like- I've itched them so hard to the point that they bleed, before. Madame Pomfrey decided it best that we just let them heal naturally. The ointments she uses still have magical qualities that speed up healing, though."

Regulus nods, tearing the end of the gauze off the roll to secure it. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, but it just fell forward again. He decided to ignore it. His eyes were locked on Stevie's, trying to figure out what to do next.

"Well. I'm gonna go." he stood so quickly that the chair nearly tipped over, but he ignored that too. All he could think about was don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, because he just told his best friend and most likely love of his life that he loves them.

What the fuck was he thinking?

His head was pounding and his heart was racing faster than his feet as he raced up to the astronomy tower, still trying to fight off the tears.

Regulus hates crying.

---

Regulus had been laying in his bed all day. The sun had long since set when he finally looked up from beneath his blankets. He'd missed dinner — and lunch — but it was fine. He wasn't hungry. He didn't want to see anyone, and he didn't want to see Stevie.

Stevie had gone to dinner (and lunch). They noticed his lack of presence immediately, and it threw them off. They sat with the Marauders, as usual, but despite their usual constant chaos, they stared blankly at their plate and zoned out. Regulus wasn't mad at them, right?

---

It was still warm out. Only the second week of July as the students of the castle were either wandering about or in their dorms packing. It was strangely quiet.

Regulus had only picked at some oatmeal this morning, but his stomach was burning with excitement upon his plan to ask Stevie to join him on a walk. He figured that maybe if they did that, he could find a chance to slip in the good old "I love you. I have for years. Please love me back, you're all that's keeping me sane." (yet simultaneously driving me to insanity).

James Potter was tired of this bullshit. For the past month he'd watched the two dance around each other. He knew what Regulus had asked in the Hospital Wing (that bloody idiot) and had told him that he was fucking stupid for saying it. He had approached Regulus upon seeing him in the Great Hall and smacked him on the back of the head, whisper-yelling quite the jumble of words:

"Whythehellhaven'tyoutoldthemyetyoufuckingi-diot?"

"Haven't gotten the chance. And everything is great now! Why can't it wait till next year?"

James looked at him as though he had either said the most stupid or the most underwhelming thing ever. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes?" Regulus looked scared.

"Sirius told me you said that last year."

"Of course he did." he turned to his bowl of oatmeal, sighing defeatedly.

"Please, Reg. Just tell them." he pat him gently on the shoulder before standing up and joining the Marauders.

---

"It's nice out." Stevie spoke, looking up to the cloud-freckled sky.

"Yeah." Regulus thought for a moment, and then took a deep breath. "Stevie?"

"Yeah, Reg?"

"That rock is shaped like a heart."

"Um...sure." they laughed — the rock looked much more like very saggy tits than a heart.

---

Stevie and Regulus had just found an empty compartment and started spreading their things on the seats so that no one else would join them.

"Regulus?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think that-"

"I'm in love with you. And I always have been. And I think this is really fucking stupid that I'm telling you on the fucking train and not somewhere more special but I couldn't tell you before and I think if you hate me now I might just go throw myself off the train."

"Oh."

"Oh? Oh Merlin- I knew I shouldn't have listened to James. Fucking hell, oh gods. I'm gonna go find the sweets trolley."

He rushed off faster than he had ever run from Mcgonagall in the hallways, mentally punching himself and tripping over air a few times. And there was James fucking Fleamont Potter. Great.

You could see the question settle behind his eyes, even through those huge ass glasses. "Did you tell them?"

"No, James. Well- yes, actually."

"What'd they say?"

"'Oh'."

"'Oh'?"

Remus sighed as Sirius held out his hand to him, smirking smugly, "Pay up, fucker." Regulus' brows furrowed at the interaction, but he decided to ignore it.

"That's what I said. But I rushed off before they could elaborate or tell me to fuck off or that they actually hate me-"

"Regulus, can I talk to- oh. Hi, James."

Remus and Sirius poked out from behind him, waving to the subject of the past month.

"And Sirius and Remus.. Um.. Regulus could I just-"

"Stevie, I'm so sorry that I said that and it was honestly all James' fault, I mean he's the one who-"

"Hey!"

"Regulus."

"Yeah?" his voice came out squeaky, causing his reddened cheeks to deepen in color.

"I was going to say that I actually-"

"Anything from the trolley, dears?"

"Oo, me! Could I have a box of Bertie Bott's, and a handful of licorice wands?" Sirius had money in his hand, and James was looking about the cart. Remus was already holding a chocolate frog — most likely he had asked quietly when no one was looking.

When they were done, they all squished against the wall so the trolley witch could get by. Stevie leaned towards Regulus, whispering, "I feel the same."

"Oh."

"'Oh'?" they were grinning, and Sirius broke into cheers and a very idiotic dance. "PAY UP AGAIN, REMU."

Remus groaned, "Fuck you."

i miss you, I'm sorry

part 1/? | 350 words | rated G

He loves her.

That’s the first thing Percy thinks about when he opens his eyes, adjusting to the bright beam of light coming from outside. He wishes he could say he slept.

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