tried for one hour!!!

“we portaled in upstairs. we split up.”

alec ran. dear god, did he run. slamming open doors and surveying the dead bodies for those all too familiar cat’s eyes staring back at him became almost routine. his breathing was erratic and he could hear the blood rushing inside his head like waves crashing against the shore, deafening everything but the thought of magnus. every time he saw a body that bore any resemblance to magnus, he had to brace himself against the wall to swallow back the bile. he would flip over the body in preparation to see his boyfriend’s face, for everything good that had ever happened in the world to come to a violent halt. he would then close his eyes in relief, as morbid as that may sound, when he did not recognize the person laying dead at his feet. he burst through stair wells, sprinting down hallways, shoving anyone who got in his way without apology. he tried to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay as he ran relentlessly, but he could not keep them out.

what if he’s hurt?

what if magnus is already dead?

alec’s throat is closing up as he approaches the last room, the only room he has not yet searched. his entire body is shaking and he can feel the fear icing his bones and chilling his blood. we were supposed to have so much more time, alec thought. we were supposed to be more. he opened the door reluctantly and when he saw that there were no bodies, and that he was alone in the room, and he cried out softly and pitched to his knees. he wasn’t there, he wasn’t in the institute. he made it out alive. but if he wasn’t here, then where was he? it had been hours since the soul sword was activated, wouldn’t magnus have found him by now? alec choked as he realized he had seen bodies being carried outside of the institute to be taken back to the hotel dumort, or to the jade wolf, or the entrances to faerie.

where would they take magnus?

alec jumped to his feet and ripped open the entrance to the stairwell, clearing numerous flights of stairs with one jump until he made it to the main floor of the institute. he raced through the front door and down the front steps, looking frantically for magnus. the people rushing around him became a blur of color as he tried to single out the man that he couldn’t lose. he could feel his grief overwhelming him already, he could feel his eyes glistening over with tears, he could feel the lump in his throat cutting off his air supply, all he could do was feel-

a hand. on his shoulder.

warm brown eyes stared back at his own and alec felt a wave of emotion so strong that it knocked the breath out of him. he grabbed magnus’ sleeve and tugged him into his chest, breathing in the scent of him, magic and sugar, clearing his senses.

alec pulled away. “magnus i thought-”

“i found madzie just in time!” magnus interrupted, and alec realized that magnus didn’t think that alec was worried about him. as if his safety wasn’t the only thing that alec could think about. as if he could form a coherent thought about someone other than magnus. as if he had that privilege. “i took her to catarina’s. she’s safe.”

alec nodded, barely processing what magnus was saying. the only thing he could hear right now was a mantra repeating in his head. he’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive. “magnus, on every mission i’ve ever been on i’ve never felt that type of fear. ever. not knowing if you were alive or dead…i-i was terrified,” alec admitted, still trying to catch his breath.

magnus touched his hand to alec’s elbow and alec felt it throughout his entire body. the reassurance that magnus was there, in front of him, alive. “so was i.”

alec’s mind was racing miles per minute and his breathing was getting heavier as he imagined something like this happening again. except next time they may not be so lucky. he could die or magnus could die and every time he sees magnus could be the last and oh, god, he has to know-

“magnus, i love you,” alec blurted, and he was sure magnus could hear his heart pounding against his chest. it was the only thing alec could hear.

magnus stared at him, and when he smiled alec could swear that it was the only thing that mattered in the entire universe. “i love you too, magnus said softly, and alec was so happy he could cry.

instead he grabbed magnus’ shoulder and kissed him hard on the mouth, trying to convey the intensity of his feelings through a kiss. he kept pulling on magnus’ shoulders, trying to get as close to him as he could, wanting to feel all of magnus against him. they pulled apart and rested their foreheads against each other and all alec touched, and tasted, and smelled and heard was magnus and it was goddamn euphoric.

alec pulled magnus in and crushed him against his chest, and alec did not think he would ever be able to let go. he put his face into the crook of magnus’ neck and closed his eyes and in this moment he knew that no matter how much time he ever got with magnus, it would never be enough. it was selfish and greedy and thoughtless but for once, alec didn’t care.

as alec wrapped his arms tighter around magnus he realized he would gladly give away his heart to him, trusting him not to break it. and if it did, god, would it be a pleasant demise.

Originally posted by acciosugas

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James Valdez: Cuarenta Minutos

I Got You On My Mind [Part 3]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

[Part OnePrevious Part | Part Three | Next Part

Summary: Jungkook can feel when your entire world falls apart, and his shatters into a million more pieces.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

JUNGKOOK’S POV

An immobilizing sense of panic shot through Jungkook, causing him to freeze. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision became unfocused in his state of unadulterated fear. Immediately, Jungkook sensed that the sudden emotion was being transmitted through your soulmate bond, and soon fear wasn’t the only feeling Jungkook was contending with.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Jungkook thought helplessly. He moved through the crowd, leaving behind whichever girl he had been talking to, and tried to escape the confines of the party. The sense of panic he had been feeling had suddenly ceased, which was even more worrying. “Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!

By the time Jungkook reached the front door, he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat–in part from the heat of the party, and mostly because of his increasing worry. He burst through the door, lurching into the cool, night air.

“Y/N!” he bellowed, head swinging side to side as he searched for you. Cursing, Jungkook realized he had no idea where to even look. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, so relying on luck, he turned to his right and ran.

Jungkook sprinted down the empty road, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing through the silence. His lungs burned and his muscles ached, but the cold grip of fear around his heart kept him running.

In his mind, he could feel your presence slipping away. Even if you were silent, there was always a warm, comforting feeling of your presence. But now, it was being replaced with cold nothingness.

He prayed that you were safe–he knew that he had caused whatever had made you so panicked. Jungkook wished he could go back in time, stop you from leaving. Maybe even go back further, and stop you from hurting at all.

But he knew that it was useless to hope.

As Jungkook turned a corner, he was blinded by bright, flashing blue, red, and white lights. An ambulance was stalled in the middle of the road alongside a single car. Jungkook’s feet skidded to a stop as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Staggering forward, Jungkook’s eyes began to water with unshed tears. A man stood in his path, so Jungkook grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around. The man stared up at Jungkook, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What happened!?”

“T-there was an accident,” the man explained, his voice shaking. His eye’s darted to the right, so Jungkook’s followed.

On the ground, a girl lay sprawled on the cement in front of the parked car. Two paramedics were kneeling beside her, assessing her injuries as they prepared her body for the stretcher.

Jungkook knew immediately that it was you. His body moved forward on its own accord as Jungkook’s mind screamed.

“No,” he repeated, his voice becoming louder. It cracked as he spoke. The paramedics turned around, alarmed at the sight of the distressed boy.

“Sir, please stand back,” one of them said, standing up with his hands in front of him placatingly. “We need you to stay out of the way so we can get to the hospital.”

“She’s my soulmate!” Jungkook cried, surging forward to get closer to you. The paramedic sprung up, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and holding him back. “Let me see her! Is she alive? Oh god–tell me she’s alive!”

Jungkook’s hoarse cries filled the quiet night, his words becoming mangled together until they were indecipherable. Another pair of hands grabbed Jungkook and stopped him from struggling–he was pretty sure they belonged to the man who had hit you.

And god, Jungkook wanted to be angry with that man. He wanted to be furious. But Jungkook knew that everything was his fault. If you died, it would be because of Jungkook. The fight left him, and Jungkook crumpled to the ground.

Silent sobs wracked his frame as he kneeled, watching your lifeless body being whisked away on a stretcher into the ambulance. Sirens began wailing as the ambulance lurched to life, but to Jungkook, the sound seemed far away. He could only stare as the ambulance–as his soulmate–sped away into the night, disappearing into obscurity.

Jungkook’s mind was blank. He felt numb everywhere, he couldn’t even feel his own body. It was like he had slipped away and was watching himself from someplace else, wishing that what had happened wasn’t real.

He wondered if this was all just an elaborate nightmare. If, at any moment, he would wake up never having met you. That way, he had a chance to undo all the mistakes he had made. Jungkook wished that were true, but he knew better than to wish.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” the man from before spoke, his tired voice lined with guilt. “Don’t worry son, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

Jungkook felt himself being lifted, and he stood up shakily. The man led Jungkook into his car, struggling to get the large boy into the vehicle. They rode in silence to the nearest hospital, and by the time they arrived, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

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Since he had arrived at the hospital, Jungkook had done nothing but stare at the walls in the hallway in front of him, waiting for you to exit the emergency room. After a few hours, your body was whisked away to an intensive care unit. Jungkook followed the line of doctors and nurses that wheeled you away, met by looks of pity.

The doctors tried to explain the extend of your injuries to Jungkook, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. You had been moved to a hospital bed, looking impossible small underneath thin, white sheets. There were cuts and bruises all across one side of your face. Like before, you were unresponsive.

Eventually, the room emptied out, and only you and Jungkook remained. He dragged a chair across the room, its legs squeaking against the cleanly polished tiles. Jungkook sat down beside your bed and did nothing but stare.

White walls and the scent of antiseptic surrounded Jungkook. His dark clothing was a stark contrast against all the white and pale grey around him. He hated everything about hospitals–they brought up so many terrible memories.

But for once, he was able to find comfort. The steady beeping of your heart monitor ignited a spark of hope within Jungkook.

From the night into the morning, nurses drifted in and out of the unit to check on you. They cast worried looks at Jungkook, who had not moved in several hours. One even tried to bring to bring him food, only to return an hour later and see it untouched.

People tried speaking to Jungkook again. He couldn’t bring himself to listen properly, but a few words lingered, like “serious head trauma” and “potential brain damage.” Those words echoed around in the background of Jungkook’s mind ceaselessly.

In the time Jungkook had spent watching you, he also had time to think. He tried to recall every one of your thoughts he had heard. Every conversation you had shared. It was impossible to reestablish them all–he had been listening to you for as long as he could remember.

In his life that had been filled with so many horrors and so much sadness, you were the one bright light in the darkness that surrounded Jungkook. And how, that light was so close to being extinguished. With nothing better to do, Jungkook whispered quiet confessions, hoping that even in your unconscious state, you would hear them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered, his voice rough after everything he had put it through. “I’m sorry for everything–everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said. I never wanted to hurt you, never. You mean the world to me.”

He could feel his eyes begin to water, but in the sanctity of the empty room, Jungkook did not stop talking.

“I never thought we would meet so soon,” Jungkook confessed, tears slipping down his cheeks. He reached out for your hand, holding it carefully in his larger ones. “I wasn’t ready. Right now, I’m not…I’m not a good person. I wanted to change–become someone you could be proud of. But in the end, you already knew exactly who I was. I wasn’t ready to face you, and I pushed you away. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook kept talking, pouring his heart out to your unhearing ears. He spoke until his voice faltered and he had no more words to say. But even then, he knew it wasn’t enough. He would do anything to make you understand. He wasn’t sure if you could live not knowing if you would every forgive him.

Suddenly, in his clammy palms, Jungkook felt your hand twitch. His eyes widened and jumped to your face. Your eyelids were twitching as you roused slowly. Jungkook leapt to his feet and searched for the assistance button.

“Nurse!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He jammed the button frantically, unsure of what to do as you began to wake.

Jungkook watched in awe as your eyes opened slowly. You squinted into the bright light, your eyes darting around the room as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“What happened?” you croaked, your voice hoarse after almost a day of misuse. Your eyes moved to Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Why am I here?”

“You were in a car accident,” Jungkook explained softly, a sense of relief flooding through him. His soulmate was alive–everything was going to be alright. “You have a few injuries, but you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh…okay,” you replied slowly, still not understanding. “But why are you here? Where’s Jieun? Who are you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. Did you forget?

“Would you mind telling me the date?” Jungkook asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.

“It’s August 6th, I think,” you said after a moment. Jungkook stared, wide-eyed. You had completely forgotten the past three months. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“My name’s Jungkook,” he spoke finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Y-you may have forgotten me, because of your injuries. But I’m your soulmate.”

“Really? My soulmate?” you repeating, squinting in disbelief. “But you go to my university. Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“We didn’t find out until recently,” Jungkook supplied with a small smile. A nurse burst into the room, gasping when she saw that you were conscious. She called for a doctor, but neither of you paid her entrance any mind.

“Wow,” you breathed, a huge smile lighting up your face. “I can’t believe I finally met you. And that I forgot everything. Will my memories come back?”

“Probably,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to be true. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, so you’re not forgetting much.”

“Hey, how do I know you’re not lying?” you suddenly demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. It almost made him laugh, and it definitely made him smile. “What’s something only my soulmate would know?”

“When we were younger, we used to think of love songs,” Jungkook remembered suddenly. “You thought of Taylor Swift a lot. I sang ‘Marry Me,’ mostly.”

“Right, we did that,” you confirmed quietly, blushing at the memory. You looked up at Jungkook, your eyes wide and vulnerable. “So, we’re really soulmates. Wow. Do you…do you love me?”

“Yes,” was Jungkook’s immediate response. He realized, in all the times that he had actually spoken to you, that was the first time he had never lied.

Eventually, a doctor entered the room and began asking you questions. Jungkook stared from the sidelines as the examination progressed. The entire time, your eyes kept jumping to Jungkook’s, a bright blush on your face. Every time, Jungkook indulged you with a smile, but he could only wonder when this wonderful illusion would fall apart.

- Girl in Luv

Wow!! Part 3 already guys. Thank you so much for all the support 💛 I know this is like cliffhanger after cliffhanger, but I have PLANS. This story’s becoming a lot more complex than what I had imagined when I first began writing it, but I hope you guy still enjoy it. Tell me if you liked it, and let me know what you think is going to happen! So thanks again for all the love guys!!! Happy reading 🤓

that moment when Oikawa has two things we don’t have: (1) sleep (2) a boyfriend

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95% sure i’ll delete this later

peri’s outift is based off of this drawing by rebecca sugar

kinda inspired by this song too idk 

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super fast and messy redraw. hello darkness my old friend

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Source: 【OVERLORD】  LOG.1 by 惡道GAZARI
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