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Cuddle Time!Accepting

❂ Your muse just had a nightmare and needs cuddles to fall asleep again.

She woke up screaming and when the piercing sound died in her throat she was left struggling to breath. Heavy gasps broke through hard sobs that caused her chest to cave in. Every part of her body, both inside and out, burned terribly and the pain felt so damn real despite the detective knowing that it was all just in her head, and she was shaking almost violently. It took her consciousness a few seconds to catch up with her, bringing the frantic woman back to reality when she was suddenly wrapped in a pair of large arms, finding herself being pressed against warm skin as a hand cupped the back of her head. A voice whispered to her, soothing words spoke softly as she felt gentle friction up and down her back. Shh, baby. I got you, you’re okay. I’ve got you.

Deeks.

Of course. 

Upon realizing it was him, Kimberly started to relax. “Breathe with me.” she heard him say and so paused for just a moment to listen to his breathing and feel the steady movement of his chest. With her ear pressed against his heart, she concentrated on the slow rhythm of its beating and forced her body to mimic it all. With his arms still wrapped around her, Deeks shifted the two of them and helped her to lay back down, though he kept her so close that she was practically laying over top of him but neither of them complained. She felt him tug the blanket up and over her shoulder, tucking her in close against him and hugging her tight. Soon Kimberly was able to settle and nuzzle his neck, Deeks buried his nose in her hair and kissed her head. ‘I love yous’ were exchanged before Kimberly closed her eyes once more to fall asleep, this time believing that she would be safe in Deeks’ arms.

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“…..HAS DIED.” FINISH IT IN MY ASK.Accepting

Ethan’s calm and collected mask shattered, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. His chest grew tight and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like someone had punched all of the air out of his lungs. Which was odd and completely impossible, given all of what he felt were human experiences...And he was no human. But that’s exactly what Lizza made him feel...And now she was...gone? Dead? No...No it couldn’t be...

“Lies...You are lying...” he accused the older brother of his beloved, his voice low, tone beginning to crack as he plunged further into the dark void of heartache. His body trembled, fists balling and shaking as harsh waves of emotion flooded and drowned him. A weak growl rumbled in his throat and his tear misted eyes bled crimson, but the shift in color lasted only seconds as he couldn’t hold the anger swelling inside. No, he wasn’t angry (yet) he was broken, crushed, absolutely devastated...The love of his life...The beauty to his beast...His darling Lizza...

Ethan stumbled towards Mitch, the tension in his body as well as his heartbroken behavior perhaps appearing threatening which was probably why Deeks stepped in the way and grabbed the vampire, preventing him from taking any more steps towards his cousin. Ethan didn’t fight the werewolf...Rather he almost collapsed in his arms...

“Tell me you are lying, Mitch...! Please, tell me...! She is not...She cannot be...!” But the look on the older brother’s face could not be mistaken...He was just as devastated as Ethan, perhaps even more. Tears finally broke out from the vampire’s dark eyes, he tried to capture them by squeezing his eyes shut but he was too late to stop them. A sob choked him, the vampire’s legs giving out and he crumbled to the floor, falling to his knees. “No...No...Not my Lizza...” he spoke like a mantra as he cried, cursing the mistake he made of ever allowing her to walk away...He should have done more, he should have tried harder to make her stay...Why? Why had she...? What hadn’t he...? This was all his fault.

“....Kill me...”

To live in a world she didn’t exist....

There was no guarantee he would find her on the other side - an afterlife for vampires, did that even exist? It didn’t matter to him.

“....Kill me, Deacon....” 

The bite of a werewolf was lethal to his kind. He held little doubt Deeks wouldn’t deny his ‘request’.

“....Please....”

SEND ‘DREAM A LITTLE DREAM’ FOR A DREAM MY MUSE HAS HAD OF YOURS. Accepting

She stands alone in the room, brown gaze happily admiring the finished result of all of their hard work. He soon joins hers, wrapping his large arms around her smaller frame, strong hands gentle and tender as they come to rest over her swollen belly. “Almost there,” she whispers, smiling deeply. He kisses her. A tiny bout of pressure is felt by both of them; she giggles as he rubs the spot he felt the kick. Brown hues lovingly meet his. “It’s really happening. We’re really making it.” He nudges her forehead and pecks the tip of her nose. “We’re gonna make it all the way to the end, baby,” he assures her. “You and me, the boys and Lilly,” his hand soothes over her belly once more, “and our little treasure right here - we’re going all the way to a happy ending.” Just like she’s always wanted. 

“...You need to come back...You need to come home soon - now.” 

He kisses her again. 

“I’m coming back, baby. And nothing’s gonna stop me.” 

He suddenly vanished, disappeared without a trace...and she was left alone...

Eyes fluttered and blinked away the sleepiness. It took her a moment to fully stir awake from the rest, light sleeping or not. She turned carefully, hand cradling her growing belly bump. Gaze fell to the emptiness next to her, the place where he should have been. Fingers touched the pillow where his head should have been resting, a tear falling down her tired features. He should be here...He needed to be here. He didn’t know it yet, he needed to know. It’s been so damn hard to tell him, some bastards weren’t making it easy. We’re going to bring him home, Mitch promised. They better, Deeks couldn’t miss any more of this. He needed to be here. 

“Daddy’s coming home, little one,” she whispered, her hand smoothing over the bump. “I promise, Daddy will be here....”

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you calling me a loser?! | ACCEPTING | @ashesrisen

Frankie James was unarguably one of the most handsome men to ever grace the streets of this city - was than an exaggeration of her puppy crush struck mind? Perhaps, but it was a statement she firmly believed to be true. Ever since moving to Boston for school and later getting a job at one of the local restaurants owned by one of her professors, Oakley’s explored much of the city in her spare time, coming across hundreds of people every day and still she has not met one who was as good looking as Frankie. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who thought that.

Some girls were obviously flirting with him (okay so maybe it wasn’t so blunt to everyone else, but she could definitely see it) and it was starting to annoy the young chef. It shouldn’t have, not really at least. It wasn’t like there was anything going on between her and Frankie...yet. Wasn’t that the point of this outing - wasn’t this a date? What she didn’t realize, or perhaps neglected to see, was that Frankie seemed to know them; she didn’t harbor any negative feelings towards Frankie at all, he was just being nice - right? 

The girls finally left them alone, but they didn’t wander far. Jealousy was a tricky little bastard and despite Oakley knowing better, not even she could resist feeling a little bit green towards the situation. It got the better of her, unfortunately, and made the soon to be ex-college student act on impulse - something she wasn’t quite known for doing.

what glitch??? what am i missing ??