last one today okay i promise

modern! alarkling headanons:

- there are two windows on each side of the bed and his blinds are always down
- alina: ‘um why don’t you let some light in it’s a nice sunny day ou-’
aleksander: [laughs in that pretentious way of his like he’s been carrying the weight of the world for centuries] oh, alina, my dear alina, alina, alina… i’m ancient, alina……….. also, (alina,) it’s very aesthetically pleasing
- Old Married CoupleTM
- speaking of, they never actually marry but he tells her she has his heart and alina rolls her eyes in quiet acceptance and that’s kind of the same thing
- black sheets, dark gray curtains, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling
- he makes alina roll her eyes so much she actually develops a rare muscle tick no doctor can explain
- alina: i have this headache-
aleksander: *walks in*
alina: there it is
- they really want a pet but ofc they have to fight on this too so they end up with two: a white cat that’s the same colour as alina’s hair and a black pomeranian that literally looks like a ball of fluffy shadows
- nutella pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner
- alina has a perpetual frown and aleksander has a resting bitch face so you can bet there’s always a free seat for them on the train/subway
- he has nightmares too and they’re actually very violent and draining so alina just wraps her arms around him and presses her nose against his shoulder until he stops shaking and then she starts drawing lazy circles of light (warm and soothing by definition) over his naked skin to calm him down
- he’s the tall and brooding one but she’s the one people should look out for
- valentino dresses and armani suits
- aleksander praises himself on his newfound self-control and composure
- that is, until he sees alina with nothing but his shirt on and deadass forgets how to function
- sometimes he literally has to hook a finger into alina’s collar to hold her back bc yes she’s usually very quiet and patient and kind but the moment someone drives her over the edge she’s throwing hands and flip-flops (if necessary)
- everyone treats them like a married couple too?? even tho they’re not??
- shadow play!!!!!!
- snow angels
- he freckles in the sun and alina always makes fun of him
- + moles!! he’ll get like five new moles everytime he goes out so he has to walk with those giant ass rich widow hats (not all year round tho, july-august are probably the worst bc it’s just unbearably hot and sunny)
- he’s still very closed off and distant (especially in public) in front of other people but the minute he’s alone with his sunshine? he melts like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day
- they never really say “i love you” but they just. know.
- she knows in the way he brushes her messy pixie haircut behind her ear and his hand lingers a moment too long, almost like he’s awestruck and he knows in the way she smiles at the shadows sometimes, like they remind her of him /they do/ and the extra spoon of sugar she puts in his coffee bc she knows him so well
- sometimes if alina is too tired from work she’ll make him read her fairytales bc he has a very soothing voice, simultaneously lulling her to sleep and making her acutely aware of his presence
- lush who?? they can make their own bathbombs using their grisha powers - he can make cool swirling shadows and alina can make the water look like liquid starlight
- and then they take a nice relaxing bath. together.
- he makes her shadow puppets when she’s sick (or upset/grumpy) and tells her stories his mom used to tell him when he was a kid
- alina: “*yanks curtains open* rise and shine you lazy ass it’s a beautiful day!!
aleksander: it’s literally -15 degrees and the sun’s nowhere to be seen
alina: ?? i’m here??
- (both) probably very into lana del rey

Evgeni Malkin #1 - English

Anon asked: Hey, I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Evgeni Malkin where he’s nervous talk to you because he doesn’t speak English that well.

This prompt really got away from me and ended up being the longest one I’ve written. I am wearing a Malkin t-shirt jersey as I type this and I promise that it was a coincidence. I love him way more than I probably should. I took the liberty of adding in Bryan Rust as a character to work out some plot holes so I hope that is okay! I hope you enjoy reading this an much as I enjoyed writing this!

You loved working in a bakery especially one you owned but sometimes being your own boss was tough. You were usually the first one in and that last one out but today you finally pawned off the late shift to someone else and left early. You felt guilty of course, it was your bakery so it almost felt like cheating when someone else did the work. If it hadn’t been for the insistent nagging of your younger brother to come support him at work you wouldn’t have left. You were the older sister to Bryan Rust a winger for the Pittsburgh Penguins and thorn in your side. They made it through to the second round of the playoffs as you expected but you would never let him know that. Each player was allotted a certain number of tickets per game and you insisted that it was only right that your parents and your other brother Matt got to go. You made excuses about being busy at work which were half true and finally he had enough. Bryan, armed with a jersey and threat to call your mother showed up during your lunch break to directly ask you to come to their game.

“Bryan you know I can’t leave when there is so much to get done!”

He pulled his best wounded look, “it’s like you don’t care about me or something.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

“Prove it to me,” he crossed his arms, “come to the game tonight and as proof of attendance you have to meet me after in the locker room.”

You looked down at the stack of order forms on your desk, “fine. Yeah I’ll be there.”

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Day 2 of @klangst-week, mistake/faith.

late bc we had a power cut for ages yesterday rip


summary: Lance sees Keith one night, around a month after their break-up, caused by a mistake Lance made. Keith’s smiling up at someone new, someone Lance doesn’t know.

based on ‘happier’ by Ed Sheeran.

Rating: Teen

word count: 3,125

i’m back at it again with the fanfics, read below or on AO3

Lance’s hand closed around the cold glass the bartender had just given him. It was some kind of beer. He didn’t know or care, he couldn’t really taste much of anything anymore. It was all the same to him. He tapped his fingers along the glass’s surface then tightened them and chugged the drink back. He heard a ‘slow down buddy’ but he made no motion to reply. When he replaced the glass on the bar he saw it was nearly empty. Around him people were shouting and laughing and generally having fun,he wanted no part in it. He was just here to drink, nothing else.

He glanced over to the left, for no earthly reason and saw the exact person he didn’t want to see. He blinked twice, making sure he was seeing right, he was a bit tipsy after all.  But no, it was him. There was no mistaking his dark hair and shining eyes. Keith Kogane, his ex boyfriend.

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anonymous asked:

Ooh, I see you're looking for angst? How about, sometime after Saeran is rescued, Saeyoung's agency get their hands on Saeran and MC (Saeyoung's gf/wife/whatever) and Saeyoung is given an impossible choice: save only one of them.

*warning, v angsty and contains difficult themes*

1457 WORDS

btw please send more angst in, this was so much fun to write o:

An Easy Choice

Whitish-pink lilies always make someone’s day better, right? Saeyoung hoped so, as he placed them in a cute white vase and messaged MC asking where she was. He needed to know, so this small box in his back pocket would stop making his ass hurt.

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Have an Eddie Edit.
Because it’s beautiful and I want you to at least see it, and you said people are allowed to share creations with you.
I promise this is the last one for today. I promise.

NO. NEVER STOP. I WILL NEVER OBJECT TO MORE EDDIE IN MY INBOX. And I am being 100% honest when I say I wanna see your creations! They lighten my day! (and night, haha!) GUH. Such a handsome man! 

And if you break the promise of last one for the day, I am okay with that. Just sayin’……. *wink wink*

Darkness | Pt.7 [Final]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2001

Masterlist |Ask/Request

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6


Allowing the darkness to fade away, you opened your sleepy eyes and realized that you fell asleep in Jimin’s now parked car. Blinking a few times, you looked down and saw his jacket draped over your body. Turning your head slowly to your side, you were met with none other than your ex fiancé, his body facing yours and his head leaned on his hand with a little smile plastered on his face, staring at you. The moment he saw your confused face, his smile grew wider and he chuckled. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Smiling at his choice of words, you turned your body toward his as much as you could in the car. “Hey. We’re already near my house why didn’t you wake me up?”

Leaning his head on the headrest, he started playing with his fingers and you realized that his once happy smile was replaced by a sad one. “If I’d woke you up then you would have awakened… if you would have awakened then you would have left…”, looking up from his fingers, he met your eyes with his sad ones and whispered the end of his sentence. “And if you would have left then I wouldn’t have been able to see you from so close..”

Hearing his words, your breath hitched and you looked sadly down at your hands, fiddling with your engagement ring. “Jimin-ah, please don’t-”

“Okay, okay.. I’ll stop.”

Looking out of the window, you saw your house and immediately thought about Jungkook. “I-I should go home. Thank you for everything, Jimin.”

Reaching out for the door handle, you opened the door and stepped out of his car. Right before you could close the door and walk away, Jimin stepped out of his car and walked toward you. “Y/N, wait!”

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your body and whispered in you ear. “You’ll think about my offer, right?”

Unwrapping his arms from your body, you took a little step back and looked down, nodding slowly. “I will..”

Without looking back, you started walking away from Jimin, scared to do things you might couldn’t explain to Jungkook. Right before you reached out for the doorknob of your front door, Jungkook opened the door with a big smile plastered on his face, engulfing you in his welcoming hug immediately. “Hey beautiful, I missed you!”

Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around his waist, knowing that you would hurt Jimin’s feelings. “I missed you too.”

Jungkook leaned back and was ready to pull you inside but stopped his movements when he noticed Jimin entering his car. “Oh! Jaehwa?”

The moment Jimin heard Jungkook’s voice, he froze. “Why aren’t you coming in? You’re right on time. I cooked dinner!“ he heard Jungkook shouting with a happy voice.

Gulping down nervously, Jimin looked into your eyes and was met with the same expression; anxiety and nervousness.
Taking a deep breath, Jimin averted his eyes from yours and plastered a fake smile on his face. “Thank you very much but I should go home, Jungkook.”

Not accepting his answer, Jungkook removed his arms from your body and started walking toward Jimin, dragging him to your house. “Ayee, believe me I’ve cooked so much that it could be dangerous for Y/N and me to eat the whole thing alone.”

It was indeed awkward to eat dinner with your ex fiancé and your soon to be husband. Every now and then, Jimin would meet your eyes, a pleading look plastered on his face, trying to eat comfortably as much as he could. Jungkook, on the other hand, was sitting beside you, trying to talk to Jimin as much as he could. "So, Jaehwa, are you married?“

The moment you heard Jungkook’s question, you started coughing. Immediately, you saw Jungkook and Jimin reach out for their water but Jungkook being the fast one, connected his glass with your lips, making you sip out of his water. From the corner of your eyes you saw Jimin placing his glass back on the table, eyes sadly looking down.

Taking the glass out of Jungkook’s hand, you mumbled. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

Meanwhile Jungkook was stoking your hair, making sure that you were okay. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Nodding your head, you continued drinking the water. “Yes, I’m okay.”

Little did Jungkook know that you slowly kicked your ex fiancés foot under the table, smiling at him softly, making sure that he was aware of the fact that you were thankful for his caring gesture.

Four days had already passed since Jimin made his offer to you and it also has been four days since he last seen you which made Jimin feel like he was going insane. 

He was waiting to meet you again for two years and now that he could finally see you, you belonged to someone else. Knowing that you were hugging and kissing someone else was really hard for Jimin to accept. Well, that was until he saw the envelope in front of his apartment door.

Jimin slowly opened the envelope and took out the perfectly designed card, realizing that it was a wedding innovation card. Confused, he thought about the possibilities that someone from his circle of friends could get married but was left with no idea.

The moment he turned the card around, Jimin’s breath hitched and he felt his heart breaking into pieces.


Sitting down on the floor, Jimin started crying and shouting ‘why’ in between his sobs.

The names Y/N & Jungkook was written on the card with a little note sticking on the side, saying “I’m sorry but I can’t do that to him, Jimin-ah..”

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House Doctor (Part 1) - Nevada Ramirez

Nevada Ramirez x OC

Summary: Nevada is shot and is in need of surgery. But with his profession and criminal status, he needs to be discreet.

A huge black SUV raced down the street, turning and skidding down alleyways. “Sir, we’re going to bring you to the nearby clinic. We don’t have time to wait for Dr. Luk.” The bodyguard said. The man that laid sprawled over the back seat groaned and held his side as blood gushed out from the bullet wound. He was in too much pain to even argue, and he trusted his number 1 to make the right decision. They parked in the back of a dark alleyway and the men in the SUV rushed out and carried him into the back of the neighborhood’s clinic.

It was close to closing time. The night was slowing down and she was seeing the last patient of the day. “Mr. Curel, you have to start taking your medication. You can’t just skip doses whenever you don’t feel like taking it.” She gently nagged the elder gentleman. “It’s not going to help your blood pressure and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” She sighed and wrote a renewal script for the prescription. “Here is a new prescription.” She ripped the paper out of her notepad and handed it over. “Promise me you’ll take them regularly, okay?” She held out her pinky. The elder gentleman chuckled and wrapped his pinky around her’s. “Promise, doctor.” He said. She smiled warmly and held up his phone. I have set the alarm for the times you have to take it, I also wrote a reminder so you don’t forget what the alarm is for, okay?” She explained and handed the phone back. With that, she was finished with the last patient of the day.

She was finally done for the day. Sometimes volunteer days were short and sometimes they’re long. Today, was one of those long days. Thankfully, she had the day off tomorrow before she goes back to work at her normal hospital. She started cleaning up and disinfecting the patient area. She was about to flick off the lights when a group of large men burst in, startling her.

“What the hell are you-” She shouted, her eyes widening when she realized the men towered over her. “Are you a doctor?” One man asked urgently. She nodded, “You can’t be back here and we’re closing for the night!” She shouted, but the men didn’t listen and shoved her aside. She saw an injured man, dressed in all black, was laid on the bed. Thugs.

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Hey guys! Here is the story finally! I was going to get this out earlier today but it was a very long day. Anyway, enjoy! 

Warning: I didn’t do sexual assault since it can be a trigger for some people. I understand PD focuses on it, so people should be used to it, however, not while reading it so I feel like I went to a safer approach. It’s actually physical abuse, so please please please, if that will upset you, please skip this story. The last thing I want to do is get hate on my ask because I wrote this story and didn’t warn anyone. I will say, I didn’t do the graphics so you should be okay, just in case I needed to warn people.

PS. I am focusing on my Sylvie getting shot story at last so if you don’t see a story from me, don’t assume I gave up. Just know I’m putting my all in that story. I really want to focus on that story and have it up by the end of the week (no promises though, like today, things do pop up unexpectedly). 


It was Sylvie’s day off and one that she needed. She was physically tired and Stella invited her for drinks later but she declined that offer since she needed to rest up. It’s been a few months since she and Antonio broke up, but she was finally feeling better, but that also meant Stella and Gabby were constantly trying to set her up with someone and she didn’t want that tonight.

 She planned on watching movies all night and then head to bed early since she was back to work tomorrow. She put on her pajamas and was in the kitchen making some snacks when her cell phone started ringing.

 “Damn, I knew I should have turned off my phone.” She was only worried that if she turned off her phone, an emergency would happen and she wouldn’t know it. But right now she wanted some alone. As she carried the bowl of chips in the living room, she rushed over to her phone. Not noticing the number, she answered it right away.

 “Hello?” She asked breathless since she rushed to answer the call. At first no one was talking but she could hear someone breathing. “Hello? Who is this?” ‘Great’ she thought. She was home all alone and now was getting creepy calls. Before she could say anything else or even attempt to hang up, she heard a voice, it was faint and if it was loud in her house, she wouldn’t have heard it.

 “Help me.” The person on the other line said. “Please, Sylvie.”

 “Eva?” She was surprised that Eva kept her number saved in her phone or that she called her since Antonio and Sylvie broke up. But those thoughts washed away when she heard the panic in Eva’s voice. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

 “No…” She could hear Eva sniffing.

 “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Sylvie wondered why Eva called her in a time of need, instead of Laura, her own mother. For someone who acted like Mama bear, it didn’t seem like her kids turned to her for help much.

 “Don’t tell my dad.” Now Eva was sobbing, and Sylvie could barely understand her. But she did catch the dad part.

 “I won’t. Just tell me where you are.” Sylvie knew if Antonio needed to be called, she would call him. But right now she needed Eva to trust her to get her safe.

 “I—No. No. Get away!” Eva screamed in fear of whoever came near her.

 “Eva! Eva!” Before she could hear anything else, the line went dead.

 So much for her relaxing night alone.

 The problem was, she had no clue where Eva was, and the only person who could find her was her ex boyfriend. She hadn’t talked to Antonio since the breakup, maybe a hi here, unless she was the paramedic involved with one of his cases, but that was it. The last thing she wanted to do was tell Antonio his daughter was in trouble.

 Then Gabby came to mind. She could call Gabby and explained the situation and maybe she didn’t have to get involved. Gabby could tell Antonio. Sylvie dialed Gabby’s number and waited for her to answer.

 5 rings later and no answer. She was tempted to call Matt but then thought against it. He and Gabby were probably having date night and that was why Gabby didn’t answer her calls.

 If Eva wasn’t in trouble and her life depended on getting to Antonio, she wouldn’t have cared about calling Antonio. But Eva needed Antonio. And Sylvie was the only person that could save her right now.

 As she dialed Antonio’s number, she thought against it. This news needed to come face-to-face. No father should have to hear bad news about their daughter over a phone call, much less a father like Antonio.

 After changing quickly into a jeans a t shirt, she made sure the food she was cooking on the stove was turned off. She slipped on her jacket, then she grabbed her keys and purse and headed out of the door.


 Walking into the Justice building, she felt out of place. She wasn’t Antonio’s girlfriend, had no relations to him, yet she needed to see him. She knew she shouldn’t have felt tense since Eva needed him, and if Sylvie kept Antonio from this news, he would never forgive her. If something happened to Eva, Antonio would never forgive Sylvie, she knew this. Still, she felt uncomfortable being the one giving him the news.

 As she walked up to the secretary that motored who came in and who came out of the building, she took in a deep breath and let it out before she talked. “ Good afternoon. I’m Sylvie Brett. I need to see States investigator Antonio Dawson.”

The woman behind the desk looked up at Sylvie and rolled her eyes, clearly bored at her appearance. “So do the rest of Chicago. Take a seat and I’ll let—”

 Before the woman could finish her sentence, a man spoke over her. “Excuse me? But is that a way to greet someone?”

 As Sylvie looked over at the man talking, she realized it was Antonio’s boss, Peter Stone. Great, the last thing she wanted was to explain why she was here to him before she let Antonio know. Then again, they could be in the middle of a big case and Sylvie was interrupting them.

 Peter turned his head to look at Sylvie.”Is everything okay?” He asked, his expression turning soft.

 “Uh–” Sylvie pushed her strain of hair behind her ears, a habit she did when she was nervous. “I need to talk to Antonio Dawson, it’s about his daughter.” At least she didn’t say what was going on exactly.

 Stone nodded his head, knowing that Antonio needed to hear this. “Come follow me.” He instructed Sylvie, who nodded her head in appreciation.

 “I’m sorry, I would have called—but this is urgent.” She apologized.

 “No, no. I’m sure since you came here, it’s urgent.” Stone led her through a door and Sylvie’s eyes landed on Antonio. He looked exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was stress out Antonio more. But it isn’t like she hurt Eva, she needed to find her.

 Antonio’s eyes locked on Sylvie and he immediately stood up. Since the breakup, Sylvie hasn’t even text him. So, whatever reason why she was here, he knew it was important.

 “Sylvie?” Antonio’s eyes turned to concerned. “Is everything okay? Is it Gabby?” It made more sense that Sylvie was here with bad news of Gabby since she was her best friend, why would he expect she had any contact with Eva? It wasn’t like they were close even when they were dating.

 “Gabby’s fine.” His demeanor changed and he started to relax. “It’s Eva. I need you to trace her phone.”

 “What?” Antonio felt like the wind was knocked out of him. “Why? What’s wrong with my daughter?”

Sylvie knew calming him down would be best but then again, Eva was in danger. She wasn’t going to make it sound like she was fine when clearly, she wasn’t. “I don’t know.” She admitted. “Look, I’ll tell you the details later but right now, it’s important that we find her.  She’s in danger, Antonio.”

Antonio nodded his head, trying to stay calm. “Okay. I’ll get my tech guy to trace her phone.”

Laura stood up from her desk and walked over to Antonio and Sylvie. “Sylvie, right?”

Sylvie looked over at Laura and nodded her head. “Yes, sorry.” She felt bad that she didn’t introduce herself but with Eva in danger, her mind was spinning.

“No, it’s okay.” Nagel reassured her. “But while Antonio goes to trace the phone, you can stay with me if you’d like?” She offered.

Truthfully Sylvie thought against it. She only came here to give Antonio the bad news and then leave. Although she wanted to make sure Eva was okay and safe, she didn’t feel comfortable spending time with Antonio. Sure, she knew it wasn’t like later she would go home and cry because of how much she missed him, but it felt like a recipe for disaster.

However, she nodded her head a few seconds later. “Sure. Thank you.”

Sylvie followed Laura into a room and she sat down in one of the chairs.

“I know I haven’t known Antonio for long.” Nagel began. “But I have never seen him jumped out of his chair so fast when he sees anyone.” She said with a laugh.

Sylvie nodded her head, attempting to smile but failed. Her mind was too focused on Eva and she was worried about her. “Antonio knows that I wouldn’t be here, interrupting him at work, unless it was important.” Even if Sylvie and Antonio were still together, she wouldn’t come here unless it was a dire situation.

Before Nagel could reply, Antonio entered the room, interrupting them. “I found her. Well—at least her location. Come on.”

“Wait—I’m coming?” She asked. She wasn’t sure that was a great idea.

“Yes.” Antonio said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along. It wasn’t a forceful pulled, but one that showed her that he was in a rush. Which was understandable, his daughter was in danger. “She called you, so obviously she wants to see you.”

“Okay.” Sylvie nodded her head, trying to concentrate but it was the first physical contact between them since their breakup. Hell, this was the first time they really talked since their breakup. A few seconds later, he let her hand go. Although she missed the contact as soon as he was lost, she was relieved. All of this was confusing her.

Once they both got inside the truck, Sylvie placed on her seat belt. So much for her relaxing evening. Then again, even if she went back to her apartment, she wouldn’t be able to relax until she knew Eva was safe.

“She’s near Laura’s house.” Antonio said, gripping the steering wheel as he drove fast. “Can you tell me a few things so when we find her, I’m not completely blindsided?” He asked.

“Okay, but please stay calm because you’re driving. And we won’t get to her if we’re dead.” Sylvie wasn’t attempting a joke, she knew what she was about to tell Antonio would make him furious. Not at Eva, of course. “When she first called me, she didn’t say anything. But then she whispered, ‘help me.’ I mean, I was a teenager before so help me can mean anything. Especially because she then told me not to tell you. Before—-before the phone call was cut off she was yelling for someone to get away from her. I knew I had to tell you. I wasn’t going to attempt to find her on my own.” As Sylvie looked over at Antonio, she could see that he was worried but also angry. He was clenching the steering wheel because of his anger.

Sylvie wasn’t sure how to comfort him, all she knew was that Eva better be okay or else Antonio was going to explode in anger. If something happened to his baby girl, Sylvie wasn’t sure if anyone could calm down Antonio, not even Gabby.

Antonio didn’t say anything to what Sylvie told him, but she could tell he was battling his emotions. He wanted to hurt the person responsible for hurting his daughter, but he was also so worried about her. A few minutes later, Antonio finally said something. “Oh, my god.”

Sylvie turned her head to where he was looking. On the park bench, Sylvie could see Eva laying there. “Oh, my god.” She echoed his words, simply because no other words came to mind. Without thinking, Sylvie quickly took off her seat belt and opened the door.

Antonio did the same and quickly got out of his truck. He took his gun out of his waistband as Sylvie ran over to Eva. He was glad Sylvie was here because he felt like he was frozen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He dealt with this daily. But when your daughter is involved, it becomes personal and different.

“She’s okay.” Sylvie breathed out. “Eva, sweetie, open your eyes. We’re here.” She prayed that Eva didn’t get raped because god forbid someone did that to Antonio Dawson’s daughter, they wouldn’t live to see another day. It would make sure their death was slowly and painful, he wouldn’t even care about spending the rest of his life in jail.

After noticing that Eva was alone and no one was in sight, Antonio made his way over to Eva.

“Sylvie?” Eva said weakly. “You came. I didn’t think you cared enough to come.”

Sylvie shook her head. “I wasn’t going to give up on finding you. Your dad is here.” Sylvie said as she moved slightly to the side to let Eva see her dad. Sylvie thought seeing him would make Eva questioned why she broke her promise but instead Eva flung herself into his arms.

Sylvie stood back as she watched the father-daughter exchange. She always loved seeing Antonio in daddy mode. It always melted her heart.

“I’m sorry, dad.” Eva sobbed in Antonio’s chest.

It broke Sylvie’s heart to think that Eva blamed herself for whatever happened tonight.

“Hey.” Sylvie said, grabbing Antonio’s attention. “Maybe we should bring her to the hospital to check her out.”

“No!” Eva immediately shouted. Realizing she was loud, she lowered her voice. “I’m fine. I promise. Dad, I’m fine.”

“Eva…” Antonio said softly, his tone filled with love. “If you’re badly injured, you need to go.”

“All I want right now is lay in my bed and forget this night even happened. Besides, Sylvie is a paramedic. I’m sure she can check me out once I’m in bed?” Eva suggested.

The last thing Sylvie wanted to do was step foot inside Antonio’s apartment. That could easily push her over the edge.

“Eva sweetie, I’m not a nurse nor a doctor.”

“I know. But…”

Sylvie knowing Eva didn’t want to become another victim, she simply nodded her head. “I can check you but if I feel like you need to go to the hospital, please go.”

“I will.”

Antonio gently lifted her in his arms as he carried her over to his truck. Once she was safety inside, he walked over to the driver’s side and got inside.

As Sylvie made her way over to the passenger’s side, she took in a deep breath. Once she was inside and bucked her seat belt, Antonio drove off to his apartment.

She was fighting with her emotions inside of her. Being this close to Antonio brought back memories of their time together and made Sylvie realized that she may be happy but she clearly wasn’t over him.

She quickly shook those thoughts from her head. Right now, she and Antonio needed to focus on Eva and figure out what happened tonight.

20 minutes later, Antonio walked through his apartment door, carrying Eva to her bedroom. As Sylvie walked in the apartment, she was flooded back to memories of their time together. Thankfully they didn’t break up here or it would have been even harder to step foot in here. Happy memories she can deal with, it was just that one bad memory she wanted to erase from her mind.

“Hey.” Antonio said as he walked over to her. “Can you go check on her? I’ll stay out here for privacy.”

Sylvie nodded her head as she heard Antonio’s voice. “Sure.” She hoped Eva wasn’t too badly injured because she didn’t have any of her paramedic supplies on her.

As she walked over to Eva’s door. She took a deep breath. She knew she broke the promise to Eva, but she couldn’t keep this kind of information from Antonio. She knocked on the door once and then she opened the door. “Hey sweetie.”

Now in the light, Sylvie could see the bruises all over her face and could bet that her body looked exactly like her face. She was surprised that her nose was fine though, which was a blessing. If her nose was bleeding badly, she would advise Antonio to take her to the hospital, and she knew Antonio would listen to her.

“Hi, Sylvie.” Eva said weakly. She tried sitting up but Sylvie shook her head, letting her know it was okay.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Sylvie said softly as she walked over to the bed and sat down.

Before she checked to make sure she was fine, she wanted to hear the details first. She may have to go through this over again but she needed to know mainly just to know if she needed to keep an eye on Antonio, or well Gabby needed to.

“First, I want to apologize for dragging you into this. I tried calling Aunt Gabby but she didn’t pick up. Then I tried calling my ma, but she didn’t pick up either. No surprise there.” Eva stopped for a second to wipe away a tear.

“Sweetie, why didn’t you call your dad?”

“Because you know how he gets. It was just a fight with my boyfriend at the time. And I didn’t want to bother him. He actually had a real excuse if he couldn’t pick me up, he was working.”

Sylvie’s heart broke for Eva. She needed her mother and the person she turned to was her father’s ex-girlfriend. But Sylvie pushed that to the back of her mind instead she focused on what Eva was saying.

“It was just a stupid fight. Anyway, when I called you, I just needed help to get home. I know it sounded like more, but I was upset we were fighting, I was upset because I needed my mother.”

“So, your boyfriend did this?” Sylvie wanted to get the facts before she told Antonio. It was critical that she didn’t make a mistake.  

“No.” Eva said and for a second Sylvie thought she was defending her boyfriend. “Look, if he did it, I would tell you. Look at my face, Sylvie.”

Sylvie nodded her head, staying silent for her to continue.

“I know I should have told my dad this, I know. I just didn’t want to overreact when it could have been nothing. This guy in a grade higher was pretty much stalking me. I just thought he’ll get over it, you know? I guess I should have followed my gut because it was telling me this guy was creepy. He was always sending me text messages and most of them weren’t nice. I was naïve I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I know I should know better, I am a cop’s daughter after all. When he saw, me sitting on the ground alone, I don’t know, I panicked. For good reason I guess. At first, he was being nice but when I told him I was waiting for a ride, he told me he could give me a ride home. I didn’t go, not willing at least. I told him no, that I was waiting on a ride. It angered him and he dragged me away. I was fighting him away but I guess I lost.”

Sylvie wanted so badly to break down and cry over what Eva was telling her, but she held it together for her sake. “Did he….?” She asked, not wanting to ask to full question.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t know why he didn’t since no one was around to witness it, but I’m not questioning why. I’m just glad you came and saved my life.”

“I didn’t. Your dad did.” Sylvie said truthfully.

“Maybe so. But he wouldn’t have found me if it wasn’t for you.” Which was true, and Sylvie couldn’t argue with that. “You guys sure make a good team.”

“Can I still check you to make sure you don’t have a concussion?” She asked softly, changing the subject.

“Sure.” Eva obliged. Sylvie was the last person she could have said no to since she saved her life.

After Sylvie did a full examination on Eva, she told Eva to rest and that Antonio will check on her soon. She pulled the covers over Eva and stood up from the bed. As Sylvie headed out of the door, she was stopped by Eva’s voice.

“Thank you, Sylvie. For everything.”

Sylvie smiled and she nodded her head. “You got it.”

Once she walked out of the room, she noticed Antonio walking out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand. She could tell he was only drinking because of his nerves.

“Is she okay?” He asked, his eyes filled with concerned.

“She is. She’ll be sore for a few days but she’s fine.”

“Thanks to you, she’s fine.” Antonio’s eyes locked on hers.

For a few minutes, they just stay still, their eyes locked on each other. But Sylvie knew if she didn’t look away, she would fall under his spell.

She glanced away and then he cleared his throat. “So—uh, thank you. You know, for answering her phone call and for coming to tell me. I know I was the last person you wanted to see.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “It didn’t matter how I felt, your daughter was in danger. She was the only person that mattered to me at that moment.” She admitted, thinking back to how scared and worried she was. “Besides, I don’t hate you, Antonio.” She added.

He nodded his head, thinking contemplating. “Look, I hate to ask this of you. But can you keep an eye on her for like an hour? I know she is old enough to be alone here but in case she wakes up, I don’t want her to get scared.”

“Sure.” Sylvie let the words out slowly. Then she remembered she took him away from his job. “I’m sorry, are you still on duty?” She asked, she didn’t know his schedule and for all she knew he was working on a big case.

“No.” He shook his head. “I was actually about to head out when you walked in. I was wrapping up a few things.”

“Then where are you going?” Before the question left her mouth, she knew where she was going. Any normal father would have the same reaction. Beat up the guy that hurt his baby girl. Except Antonio was a state’s Investigator and this could cost him his job. “No, Antonio. No. I won’t allow you to do that.”

“What would you do?” He asked. “What would you do if your daughter was in this position? That she was covered in bruises from some boy?” He asked, his voice dripping in anger.

“I would be pissed, sure. But please think about Eva. She didn’t want to go to the hospital because she didn’t want to get treated like a victim. You attack this guy; how do you think she would feel knowing her father is in jail because of her? That you lost everything you worked your entire life for because of her?” She held her hand up as he started to say something. “I know, for you it’ll be worth it. But not for Eva. You will pay for this for the rest of your life, meaning she will remember this night for the rest of her life. If she wants to press charges, that’s her decision. But you can’t give in to your emotions.”

“Sylvie, stop.” He warned her. “I’m her father, it’s my job to protect her. And that means going after the guy for putting his hands on her!”

Sylvie walked over to Antonio and she placed a hand on his arm for comfort. “I know you’re going to do what you want because that’s who you are, and trust me, that’s why when we’re all in trouble—we go to you. Because we know, you’re always going to go above and beyond for what you believe in, no matter what. But Eva, she needs you. And she needs you to stay here. If she wants to press charges, again, it must be her decision. You may think your job is to protect your daughter and it is, but your main job is being there for her when she’s hurt and not leaving her side.”

“How didn’t I know she was in trouble? How didn’t—“Antonio’s tears started to glisten on his cheeks.

Sylvie pulled him in a hug, just holding on him. She wasn’t a mother, but seeing Eva in this kind of pain made her want to cry and she probably will later once she was home, but she couldn’t imagine the pain Antonio was in seeing Eva so weak and badly bruised.

“I was a fool for letting you go.” Antonio barely audible and Sylvie made have no heard it if she wasn’t so close to him. His arms wrapped around her brought back to when they were in a relationship. She never felt so safe than in his arms. Knowing they needed distance, she pulled away.

Sylvie wasn’t going to take his words seriously knowing what he was going through. It was easy to miss this, it was easy to reminisce on their time together when Sylvie was there for his daughter. But once all of this was over, Antonio would realize he shouldn’t have said that.

As the hug ended, Antonio wiped away his tears. “I’m going to go in and check on Eva.”

At his words, she nodded her head and watched as she walked away. She would have silently left the apartment, but she was stuck here. Her car was back at the Justice building and her apartment was far from here. She could have called someone to pick her up, but she wanted to save herself the headache from the questions. So, instead of leaving, she walked over to his couch and sat down, putting on the TV.

Antonio walked inside Eva’s room and he closed the door quietly behind him. He walked over to her bed and stared down at her face. Her eyes were all bruised up and he knew tomorrow it would be 10x worse, her cheeks were swollen from the punches, even as he looked closely at her jaw, he could tell tomorrow it would hurt to even speak. How could he stay calm and not want Justice for his daughter when she deserved it?

“Dad.” Eva said, waking up. Knowing his expression, she tried to reassure him. “I’m fine. You raised a tough daughter, I can handle this.”

“I’m so sorry. I took this job to spend more time with you and Diego and that really hasn’t happened.” He started to apologize and she shook her head.

“Hey.” She reached over and grabbed his hand. “Even if you were home, and even if you had us, I would have still gone to that party. You can’t keep an eye on me 24/7 and please, I’m begging you, don’t start now.”

“Not only did I failed as a parent, so did your mother.” He was angry that when Eva called her, she didn’t answer. It was one thing not to answer his calls, but your kids? No matter what Antonio was doing, and no matter how busy he was, if his kids were calling, he was stopping everything to make sure they were okay. That was what being a parent meant. Nothing and no one comes before them.

“How did you failed?” She asked softly. “I didn’t call you. I called ma but she didn’t answer, so yeah, she failed. But I didn’t call you. I guess I didn’t want to fail in your eyes.”

Antonio sat down next to her on the bed as he wrapped his arms gently around her shoulder. “How in the world did you fail me?”

“You always warn me that I shouldn’t walk the streets alone, that it’s dangerous. I’m not saying I thought I was invincible but I wasn’t thinking at the time. I wish I remembered what you said though because I would have called Sylvie at the party instead of out in the street.” She explained.

“I’m just glad you’re fine.” She may not be fine for a long time, this traumatic event would follow her around for a while, but at least she’s alive and safe.

“Remember the time I got hurt at cheerleading?” Her question probed him to think back about that time. “You were so mad that I broke my nose.” She laughed but then winced from the pain.

Antonio laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “You were only 8, Eva. When a parent drops their kid off to someone, they need to make sure that person’s kid is safe.” He explained like his explanation made so much sense.

“I was doing a pyramid, dad! Besides, I wanted to be at the top. I just thought they would be able to hold me up.” She smiled at the memory. Although it hurt when she broke her nose, it was still an enjoyable memory, simply because Antonio was so furious wanting to sue for hurting his baby girl.

“Again, I trusted this lady to protect my baby.” He never apologized for his attitude even when Laura begged him to. He always felt like if he apologized, he was saying sorry for being a protective father and that was never happening. “You were always my daredevil child.”

Eva yawned, nodding her head. “That is true. But more than that I was always a daddy’s girl. Wherever you went, I wanted to go.”

“I spoiled you, but I didn’t care.” He smiled as memories of Eva as a little girl flashed in his mind. He missed her little, at least then the only pain she got was breaking her own nose.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t always a great daughter especially when you and Ma divorced. I just always thought you would fall in love with someone else, start a new family, and forget about me and Diego.” She explained in a sad tone.

“Eva, that was never going to happen. Even if one day, I get married and have a family, you will always be a part of my family. You will always be a part of that family. You and Diego are my entire world and nothing can change that.”

She nodded her head. “You realize you didn’t include falling in love? I guess you can’t include it in the ‘if’ category when you’re already in love.”

“Eva, stop.” Antonio rolled his eyes but he didn’t try to argue with her. Leave it up to her daughter to try to get Antonio and Sylvie back together in her condition.

“Look dad, all I’m saying is, not many women would stop what they’re doing and save their ex-boyfriend’s daughter. I’m sure if she had a clue where I was at, she would have looked for me herself. Don’t give that up because of Ma.”

As much as he wanted to deny it, she was right. But Antonio didn’t break up with her over the kids, he knew Sylvie adored his kids. His life was just a mess and he didn’t want to make Sylvie’s life a mess. He did the right thing, even when no one else could see it.

“It’s not that easy.” He admitted. “Anyway, get some rest because the only way you’ll heal is if you get plenty of rest.”

“Okay, dad.” She wasn’t in the mood to argue with her dad over what she seen. She didn’t have the energy to do that. She always knew she got her stubbornness from Antonio. “Don’t leave me.” She pleaded.

“I’m not going anywhere, Eva. I’m staying right here with you.” Although he didn’t ask her the question he wanted to; if she was pressing charges, he knew he had plenty of time to ask about that later.

He tried hard not to think about why Sylvie went to such lengths to save Eva. Sure, it really had nothing to do with them, more Eva since her life was in danger. But she could have easily texted his phone and let him know what was going on.

As soon as Eva was in a deep sleep, Antonio slipped out of bed quietly. He was planning on coming back in to stay with Eva but he wanted to make sure Sylvie was okay. He sort of forgot for a moment that she was stuck here and wanted to make sure she wasn’t miserable about it.

As he walked out of Eva room, he walked into the living room and noticed Sylvie lying on the couch. He took the blanket from the back of the couch and placed it on her. He smiled softly as he watched for a second as she slept. Maybe this would make them grow closer together, or maybe she would finally realize Antonio’s life was a mess and would always be in chaos and it was better to stay far away from it. Whatever happened, he knew he was ready to face tomorrow.

Today is actually one of the worst days for tumblr 😭. Note it down in your diary or whatever because today another level of ignorance was publicised by ‘Muslim tumblr’.

Promise you most of these Muslims have such filth on their accounts yet proudly write 'muslim’ in the bio. As if it’s from the traits of a Muslims blog that he or she uploads/reblogs pictures of a couple having intercourse or makes word posts where they tell their followers how they want to be sexually pleased, which kaafir celebrity they want be modern day prostitute to and then have the nerve to reblog ahadith?? Sorry for the heavy terminology used but it makes me so angry that this is how it is.
Don’t mix your filth with our religion!

Also drop the 'let Muslims do whatever they like because 'Allaah is the most merciful’ or 'only Allaah can Judge’ statements, you only preach what your desires line up with, anything that goes against your desires, you avoid and find it to be falsehood.

a/n: this is my first g-eazy smut so let me know what you think and if you want me to do anymore!

He’d been pissing you off all day really. Making you late to work by refusing to let you leave the bed when your alarm went off at 7. Leaving his clothes all over the bedroom floor. Getting water all over the bathroom during his shower. Not putting his dishes away after he ate. Forgetting to turn the washer on while you were at work. To top it all off he barely gave you any mind when you got home, sitting on the couch with his eyes glued to the TV.

“Hey baby,” you looked over at Gerald, his body clad in only a pair of grey sweatpants and socks, feet on the coffee table.

Taking one look around the downstairs you could tell he’d done nothing all day. None of the things you’d asked him to do had been done.

“Hey babe,” he nodded, glancing at you momentarily. Raising your eyebrows at him, you folded your arms over your chest. You waited patiently for him to look at you again. He could feel your eyes on the side of his face, slowly turning his head to look at you again. “Gerald?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “Yes darling?” He feigned innocence, knowing fully well he’d pissed you off. You only used his real name when you were really mad.

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“You have such nice hair.”

It’s soft, has a tone of marveling to it. It’s quiet, and echoes barely through the walls of their hotel room.

“You always say that,” Yuri replies, holding back a yawn as he turns his head where it has been on the pillow so his left cheek is resting on it, even though he’s on his stomach, splayed out on the bed like a cat leaving not a lot of room for Otabek. When Yuri catches eye contact with Otabek, he can’t help but smile a little. The movement of his head has it so his hair is flopping into his face. Otabek smiles and tucks it back behind his ear. He can see Yuri’s eyes completely now and they’re soft and tired and content.

“You have such nice eyes.”

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Advent 2016: Day 5

Because it’s cold and Steve tends to run hot anyway

This is for fandomfrolics, because she loves AvAc!Steve’s clothes as much as I love AvAc!Tony’s gauntlet.


Originally posted by smboys

@haechansgf this is my apology for tryna steal ur bf

-lol ok so dis boi probably drew on himself a lot as a kid

-like one day you’d wake up with your whole arm colored red and you’d be so scared cus you’re only a 3 yr old babe

-you run to your mom crying because ur arms red and u think a monster hurt you

-and that’s when you learn about soulmates and now ur so mad at your soulmate cuz they scared the shit out of u

-since your a cheeky lil’ shit and you want revenge you color your legs black to creep him out

-and u succeeded

-like he was so scared like wtf???? My legs are black??? And he also ended up crying to his parents and learning about soul mates

-so now you two are in intense battle that lasts for years and both of you keep getting in trouble with your parents

- like “y/n why is your face green?”

-you two have never actually communicated in words yet you already have such a close bond because of your intense battles

-sometimes you wake up with penises all over your arms

-and he wakes up to curse words all over his legs and he’s all like

-”are u srs it’s summer and now i gotta wear pants f u soulmate”

-but when you both are 10 it all suddenly stops??? And you’re like I did not color my stomach in such an intense pattern to not have a response

-he stopped coloring because he kept getting teased by his classmates

-because “MISSSS Donghyuk keeps playing with his girlfriend!!11!”

-and everyone jokingly runs away from him cuz COOTIES

-so he stops talking to you cuz girls are eww

-2 years later he’s practically forgotten that whatever he writes on himself appears on you

-so he writes the answers to a test he’s about to take since he didn’t study at all

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the-knights-who-say-book  asked:

for the headcanons: rONAN

A: a realistic headcanon
Ronan Lynch: grumpy mom friend. “Gansey, eat a fucking granola bar or I’m going to burn down tiny Henrietta.” “Adam, go to sleep or I’m going to pin you to the bed (HENRY CHENG STOP LAUGHING) until you just pass out.” “Blue, I have a book of feminist essays for you if you promise not to yell at Gansey today, okay, he hasn’t been sleeping.”

B: one I think is fucking hilarious
Ronan “Competency Kink” Lynch will forever be a favorite of mine. Adam: hey I fixed the truck, it was making some weird noises. don’t forget the PTA meeting after school today, I put a reminder in your phone just in case. Also, we promised to bring food to make up for you yelling at Gina last time. See you later, love you! Ronan: fuck

C: a heartbreaking one
Ronan’s hands are always dried and cracked, sometimes even scabbed over, and it takes Adam months to figure out that it’s because Ronan compulsively washes his hands, still trying to get his father’s blood off of them. It gets worse around the holidays, and his father’s birthday and the anniversary of his death, and Adam notices a tub of lotion in Ronan’s room, just like his. Adam takes to kissing Ronan’s chapped knuckles at every opportunity.

D: not canon-compatible but still good
Ronan starts going to class and taking spectacular notes (highlighted, color coded, the works) just in case Adam needs them. For the classes he’s not in, he intimidates someone into giving Adam theirs.


Desc.: Chanyeol’s idol gf has a performance with another male idol & it makes him feel jealous

“Chanyeol, I’m sorry. I really am. I told you, if I could go out with you today I would, but I have rehearsal. You know I have to be ready for the collab stage,” you said as you made your way towards the door. 

“But it’s been such a long time,” he whined. “Our schedules rarely work out to where we can spend time together. You’re allowed to miss one rehearsal, right? Can’t you do it today?”

“Chanyeol, everyone expects me to be there; I’m kind of the other half of the performance. I can’t just not go ‘cuz I wanna relax, especially at one of the last rehearsals. I promise, we can spend lots of time together after the performance, okay? I gotta go, I’ll see you later,” you reached up and kissed his cheek before heading out the door. 

Chanyeol frowned. He wasn’t a fan of your performing with another guy. He knew it was bound to happen, since you’re an idol, but it didn’t make it any more appealing. Especially since that meant you’d spend some days and nights singing or dancing with another guy. It was the first time this was happening, and although he thought he wouldn’t mind, it bothered him more than he’d like to admit. 

Chanyeol heard a buzz across the room, jarring him from his thoughts. He walked over to where he heard the sound come from, and saw your phone lying on the table. The screen was still lit up, and the words ran across. He pressed his lips together; his eyes had jumped over the words, but he caught one. Dinner. The message was from Infinite’s Myungsoo or L, who you were doing the collab with. ‘Are you still coming to dinner with…’ crossed the screen. Me? Chanyeol felt a pang of envy. Why were you going to dinner with L? Was that why you blew him off?

He traversed the room, trying to forget about the message. Well, I wasn’t supposed to see that anyway. But why not? We shouldn’t keep secrets from each other. But why wouldn’t she tell me about it? His thoughts spun in his mind and began to grow into doubts. He knew you’d never do anything to hurt him. So why did he feel so itchy? 

“Chanyeol!” You grinned as he greeted you at the door with a weak smile and a kiss. “I didn’t think it would run so long, but it was hard to get some of those dance moves down. I wanted to call you, but I must’ve left my phone here.”

“Phone? Oh! Uh, yeah your phone. I uh, I haven’t seen it. It’s probably around here somewhere,” he stuttered.

“Something wrong?” you questioned. He seemed fidgety, avoided eye contact, and just seemed a bit…off. 

“Nope. I’m fine,” a fake smile crossed his face and you frowned.

“What’s bothering you?” concern laced your face as you ran through possible problems in your mind. 

He sighed and lowered his head as he explained how he saw your message.

“Is that it? Awww, you were jealous?” You giggled, “All the staff went out to eat together after rehearsal. I wasn’t gonna go so that I could be back early to eat with you, but I didn’t have my phone and I wasn’t sure if you’d still be home. Myungsoo was just checking to see if I was coming.” 

You watched as Chanyeol sighed as though he were holding his breath and reached up to ruffle his hair, “Oh…” He cracked a sheepish smile.

You laughed, “C’mon silly. Myungsoo’s handsome, and a great singer and dancer and all,” you started, earning a pout from Chanyeol, “But he’s no Park Chanyeol.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his cheek, “So just ask me next time, okay? Now, let’s go to a café for dessert!”

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Anonymous asked: Request: Jongin angst oneshot… It can be about anything you want :)

Remember when I wrote Hunting Season and I said that I might make wolf!exo a series? Well, consider this the first installment haha. I’m actually nervous about this scenario because it’s the first time I’ve really tried to write angst, so I apologize if it isn’t great but I put a lot of effort into it, so I’d appreciate feedback! Without further ado, here’s wolf!kai.

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“Hi angel,” whispered Kai, settling down on the couch next to you.

“Hi,” you chirped, leaning in to give him a quick peck, as you usually did when he returned from his outings with the other wolfboys. He proceeded to bury his head in your neck, his deep inhales tickling your sensitive skin. Suddenly, you felt him tense up and draw himself away. “Is there something wrong?” you questioned. He knitted his brows before responding.

“Who were you with today?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“You smell different. Someone else’s scent is on you,” he stated as he narrowed his eyes, not particularly out of bitterness, just thought. That comment unsettled you; if you were inferring correctly, you really didn’t appreciate what he was implying.

“Um, I was at work, like any other day… and what exactly are you trying to accuse me of?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m just asking you who you were with today,” he reiterated indifferently, crossing his arms. His tone was even, but his eyes betrayed him, glinting gold even in the dim living room. You rolled your eyes, turning back to the television.

“What, you don’t trust me?” Clearly annoyed, you avoided eye contact.

“I never said that. I do trust you.”

“Then stop making me feel like I did something wrong.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry angel; I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, cuddling against you once more. “You know how I get. You’re my mate, and only mine,” he added, voice muffled.

“Exactly. And mates are forever, right?”

He looked up at you and gave you the widest grin imaginable. “Right.”

“Come on, let’s go to bed then,” you suggested, deciding to let it go. You got up and led him to your bedroom. He followed eagerly, and although he smiled at you, you thought you had caught a glimpse of the frown that still lingered on his countenance.

* * *

You hopelessly reached for a box on a high shelf, careful not to send everything tumbling down. As much as you tiptoed, you still fell short.

“Need help?” a voice queried from behind. You turned around to find the new employee, whom you had seen around for about a week or so but just befriended the day before.

“Yes please. Ash, right?”

“Sure is,” he responded, flashing you a cordial smile and handing you the box. You thanked him and proceeded to go about your business, but he decided to follow you. “They work you too hard. I get the feeling that you need a break. Want to join me for lunch? I’ll pay, of course.” You were a bit surprised at his sudden offer, and what sounded like a hint of flirtation in his voice, but you saw no harm in accepting it. After all, this wasn’t a date, and you were happily taken by your lovely wolfboy who you’d do anything for, despite temporary quarrels; you also didn’t want to come off as one of those snobby girls that immediately says “I have a boyfriend.” at every single guy that so much as looks as them, so if he tried anything, you’d be sure to set the record straight.

“Sure! My break is in about half an hour; I’ll meet you in the studio café?”

“Sounds good.”

* * *

You met up with Ash at the café of your workplace. Working in the tech offices had its benefits: the building was complete with food and athletic services. Even after you insisted you pay your share, he won out in the end. You picked a table out in the patio as he went to get sodas from the vending machine inside. You hummed quietly to yourself, enjoying the cool breeze when two arms wrapped around you from behind. You let out a small yelp of surprise, turning your head and realizing that it was Kai.

“Kai? What are you doing here?” you questioned while laughing, spinning around to hug him. You thought it was kind of odd that he was here; when he wasn’t with you at home, he would spend most of his time in the forest, preferring nature over city-life.

“What, I can’t visit my mate at work?” He fake pouted, crossing his arms.

“No, it’s just that you never visit me here,” you said, ruffling his hair. He playfully snatched your hand and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. You tried to squirm away - PDA at work was a big no - but he held onto your waist tightly, and you surrendered to his soft lips.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You broke away from the kiss, startled when you saw Ash standing there with your sodas.

“Oh! S-sorry. Uhh, Ash, this is my boyfriend, Kai. Kai, this is my friend, Ash,” you stuttered, embarrassed.

Ash simply smiled, setting the drinks down. “Nice to meet you.”

Kai plastered the most forced smile he could muster on his face, trying his best to keep his temper in check. This was him. He knew it. And the fact that he had the audacity to be near his mate was making his blood boil. “You too.”

“Hey wait, I need to grab some chips from the vending machine. Be right back!” you announced, returning inside. You slipped a crinkled dollar bill into the machine, pressed the button of your choice, and grabbed the small plastic bag before stepping back outside. You almost dropped it in shock when you saw Kai forcefully slam Ash into the wall of the building, pinning him against it away from the sight of others.

“Kai! W-what are you doing?!” You sprinted over, dislodging the terrifying chokehold he had on your friend.

“You stay the hell away from her. What are you doing here, anyway?!”

You had to push all of your weight on your boyfriend to keep him from practically ripping the other boy’s face off. “What is wrong with you?!” you breathed out, stunned at his irrational behavior. You turned back to Ash, internally panicking.

“What is your problem, man?!” Ash yelled, brushing his dirtied shirt.

“I am so so so so sorry, I don’t know what got into him,” you claimed, walking over to your poor friend who looked badly shaken. You were immediately pulled back by Kai, who held you firmly against him. “Kai! What are you doing?!” His strength exceeded yours threefold, making any efforts at escape fruitless. He spun you around so he could look you in the eyes.

“Stay away from him, okay?” You stared at him in disbelief.

“No! I will not stay away from him! He’s right, what is your problem?! Why are you acting like this?!” Kai gazed intensely at you, and you could tell he was frustrated, but you were close to livid. In a huff, you wriggled out of his grasp. “I’m really sorry Ash; I’ll be right back, okay?” you assured, grabbing Kai’s wrist as you dragged him back inside. “What has gotten into you today?!”

He let out a few breaths, visibly trying to calm down. “Look, I just don’t want you near him.”

“Why?! Give me one good reason.”

He paused, as if hesitating his next words. “I don’t like him.”

That was the last straw. “You’re unbelievable. Do you know how ridiculous you sound? I don’t have the time to deal with this right now; I don’t have the time to deal with you right now. Just go home Kai.”

“I won’t go home until you promise me to stay away from him.”

At this point, you were beyond aggravated; this was getting out of hand. “Kai, you’re wasting your time. You know, I thought we had enough faith in each other to trust that neither one of us would ever betray the other. But I guess not.” It became harder to swallow, and you knew you needed to end this before you outright burst into tears.

“This isn’t about trust.”

“Yes, it is! It has everything to do with trust!” you yelled, exasperated. “How could you say it doesn’t?! What, do you think something’s gonna happen? That if he were to make a move I’d just accept it? That I go around flirting with every guy around here?!” You brought both hands up to your face, shaking your head in an effort to dispel the building tears. “Just leave me alone. Don’t you have something better to do, anyway? Go chase a rabbit, roll in some leaves or something; I’m sure it’s more entertaining than following me around.”

Immediately, his expression changed from one of frustration to one of disbelief. Pain was etched onto his features, and you were sure that last line had hit home. You yourself were surprised at your words. You didn’t mean to slip that low; it just came out. There was a tiny pang of guilt that made itself known but you quickly decided that it wasn’t the time to feel pity for him, so you dismissed it.

“Please… just trust me on this,” he whispered, voice barely audible.

“Why should I? You know what, don’t even give me an answer, because I’m sure you don’t have one. I’m done with this conversation.” You turned around to leave, desperately wanting to escape this hellish altercation.

“______, stop,” Kai demanded, grabbing your wrist. You yanked it away, not even looking back.

“Try not to kill every guy on the way out here,” you yelled behind you. Your head throbbed from fighting all this time and a few hot tears found their way down your cheeks but you quickly wiped them away, not wanting to make the situation any worse. You just didn’t understand why Kai was acting this way. You had never seen him this possessive; he got slightly jealous from time to time but this was unlike anything you had ever seen before, only furthering your utter bewilderment at his behavior. “Hey… Ash, you alright?” you asked cautiously.

“I guess…” he said, rubbing his neck.

“I don’t know what to say, honestly…”

“It’s okay; it’s not your fault.” He offered you a gentle smile, rubbing your shoulder.

“Hands off or I’ll rip your throat out.”

No. Please, not now. You turned to Kai, who was casually leaning against a nearby pillar with his arms crossed.

Ash scoffed. “Geez, you act like I’m going to steal your mate or something.”

You whirled around, wondering if you had heard him right. Mate? How did he know that term…?

Ash cleared his throat, coolly readjusting his wrinkled dress shirt. “I need to speak with your alpha.”

… Alpha? He's… a wolf… too?

“You’re looking at him,” Kai stated firmly. He protectively wrapped his arm around your waist, steadily pulling you to his side.

Ash smirked. “Nice try. I saw your eyes.”

“And what does an omega like you want with our pack?” Kai asked sharply.

“I used to be a beta, just like you. But the pack fell through. Been wandering the woods for awhile; I need a solid place to stay before I can get back on my feet.”

Kai laughed bitterly, amused at this sudden turn of events. “And what makes you think you can join our pack?”

“Who said I wanted to join? It’s temporary,” he emphasized with annoyance.

“Don’t even think about getting anywhere near my pack, or the people I care about,” Kai retorted, making it clear that he was referring to you.

“I was just messing around, but you obviously can’t take a joke. Whatever. I don’t need your pack. If the rest of them are as uptight as you are, I’ll be damned if I have to spend another hour around you all.” Ash huffed, kicked the ground, and strolled away.

You however, had been shocked into silence, unable to wrap your mind around the situation. Kai avoided your gaze, looking past you as his arm slipped from your waist.

“Why… why didn’t you just tell me?” you inquired, genuinely confused.

He sighed. “We can talk about this later.” He ran off without a second glance, leaving you with a million questions and an aching heart.

* * *

You jiggled your keys, fumbling with the lock and hastily opening the door. Throwing your stuff down, you peered into the living room, noticing how Kai was sitting on the couch. He was staring blankly at the TV, although it was off, allowing only his reflection to keep him company. You cautiously sat on the other end of the sofa, awkwardly staring at the ground and wondering if you should be the first to break the silence.

“I didn’t tell you… because it was all my fault,” he dejectedly admitted. You raised your brows, faintly shaking your head to indicate that you didn’t understand. “It’s all my fault. The only reason he found you was because of me. He used you to try to get to the pack, and the last thing I want is for you to be dragged into the middle of all of this. I’m sorry.” He held his head in his hands, not willing to look you in the eye.


He lifted his head, finally having the inner strength to face you. Never had you seen such somberness contained in his fixated stare. “When you became my mate, I promised to protect you. Forever. What was I supposed to do if he had hurt you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. It’s my fault that you were in danger. I was so scared that you’d get hurt, and maybe rethink everything… question if all of this is really worth it… I just… I’m sorry. I know I didn’t handle it well, but I was just so afraid…” Anguish filled his entire expression as he struggled to piece together what to say.

You shook your head, scooting closer to him. “Kai, if you would’ve told me from the beginning, I would’ve stuck by you a hundred percent. I don’t care who shows up, or what happens; as long as we have each other, it’ll be okay, alright?” You reached over to gently touch his hands that were tightly clasped together in his lap. He received it gratefully, rubbing your nimble hand with his much bigger ones. “And… I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it,” you confessed honestly.

He smiled sadly, staring back down at your hands. “You don’t have to apologize.”

You weren’t sure what to do next, but followed your instinct and promptly pulled him in for a hug. He wrapped his long limbs around you, bringing you even closer. You melted in his touch; the tension from before began to dissipate as this simple gesture communicated more than words ever could. “I meant what I said the other day: forever,” you stated, leaning back to face him. He nodded, taking in your words with a small smile.

“Forever,” he confirmed.

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Note: I hope you all enjoyed it! If you want more wolf!exo you can always request. Up next is catboy!tao, and then hopefully Fast Lane Part 2! (Thank you for all the love for that scenario; it means a lot to me!) Have a great day everyone. ~