#he gave THEM ultimatums to come back to him and it’s such a small way of showing how his mindset works

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it’s the way jiang cheng could not accept yanli and wei wuxian’s sacrifices, the way he could not fathom their selflessness because each of their actions were viewed by him through a very self-centric lens–in that, how does wei wuxian taking a stand for the remaining wens affect him, affect jiang cheng? how does yanli giving up her life for wei wuxian affect him, affect jiang cheng? it’s always about him, his feelings, his anger, his grief, his sense of abandonment. the problem here is that yeah, he loved his sister and yes, he did care for wei wuxian but what are these words worth when he could not allow them to make their own choices and respect those choices? what does it mean that he’d rather try to slash wen ning’s corpse and throw the wens under the bus because he doesn’t want wei wuxian to remain in the burial mounds and see what comes after? what does it mean that jiang cheng could not digest yanli’s sacrifice and never bothered to tell jin ling about the truth of his mother’s death, letting her son continue to hate the man she gave up her life for, out of love at that?

jiang cheng never respected what was most important to wei wuxian and clung to his idea of what he thought would be best for wei wuxian. thing is, if wei wuxian had backed out, had left the wens, in some impossible hypothetical universe––he would never be able to live with himself again. saving and supporting the wens was extremely important to wei wuxian. similarly, if yanli ever got a do-over, she would still save wei wuxian and give up her life because that is what she believed in, that is what her love for him compelled her to do. and in both instances, jiang cheng could not let go of his own reactionary emotions to their decisions to respect what these decisions represented.

he spit on both their sacrifices: let the lies about yanli’s death breed hatred for wei wuxian and led the siege to the burial mounds to kill the very people wei wuxian risked his life to protect. and for both these instances, the fandom has spoken ad nauseam about how it’s understandable for jiang cheng to feel abandoned, that he is always “left behind”. but did he ever have the courage to truly stick by them? stick by them, even in memory, even in their ideals, even in their last living and dying wishes?

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I hope everyone likes it and thank you for your patience!

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Snake Hybrid Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, euthanasia, doctors office and sickness, mentions of mating/breeding but no smut, abandonment

Word Count: 6,432

Yoongi stared out of the passenger window watching an unfamiliar world roll by him.

“She’s a really good person, trust me. She’ll take good care of you and she won’t hurt you.”, Taehyung spoke from the drivers seat trying to calm his friend’s nerves.

“You said she was scared of snakes. I give it twenty four hours before I’m back at the adoption agency because she was too scared to have me in her house.”

It wouldn’t be the first time Yoongi was adopted and then swiftly returned.

The first time was when he was in his early teens. He had just been put up for adoption for the first time. It didn’t take long for someone to come in and show interest in him, a young mother had adopted him as a companion for her two kids thinking she was being a cool mom by getting them a snake hybrid instead of the usual dog, cat, or bunny ones.

Yoongi arrived to their home happy and ready to be there for the kids in any way he could only for them to scream and run in fear as soon as they saw the snake hybrid. He was returned first thing the next day after spending the night locked up and alone in the garage.

Then shortly after, he was adopted by some guy. They had an alright relationship for a few months until his new girlfriend came over. She took one look at Yoongi and gave the ultimatum of her or the hybrid. The guy chose her and Yoongi was dumped on the side of the road several days later.

Yoongi never had a real home even before those events. After being bred in a lab as part of an experiment he was used for research for many years. Kept in a room that was too small and not nearly warm enough. Fed barely enough to keep him alive. Poked and prodded for hours on end and threatened with euthanasia if he dared to act with aggression.

Then a couple weeks ago he overheard the director of the shelter he was currently being housed in. The guy made it clear that he was tired of wasting money and resources on an adult snake hybrid that no one was ever going to adopt. One of the volunteers at the shelter, Taehyung, begged and pleaded with the owner to give him more time to find a home for Yoongi. Taehyung had become somewhat fond of the stoic hybrid, but unfortunately didn’t have the time, space, or money to adopt him his-self. Ultimately the owner gave him two weeks to find a permanent home or it was the end of the line for him.

And that’s how Yoongi found himself in the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car on his way to meet some woman who he overheard is terrified of snakes yet for some strange reason agreed to adopt someone who has half the DNA of one.

You paced around your house trying to busy yourself and avoid the feeling of dread that was building up as you knew Taehyung was getting closer. You really regretted agreeing to adopt a snake hybrid. Ever since you were a small child you have been terrified of snakes. Even the sight of one could bring you to tears. You didn’t have much experience with snake hybrids either since they were pretty rare to begin with and you definitely never went out of your way to meet one but you imagined you wouldn’t like a hybrid anymore than a a pure snake.

Taehyung knew this. He also always said you had a heart of gold which he used to his advantage when he gave you a whole sob story about Yoongi’s life and everything he had been through. You did feel bad for him and genuinely did want him to have a good home. You just wished his new home was going to be on a luxurious island while he was being pampered and that it wasn’t going to be with you.

Taehyung had assured you that you wouldn’t even know Yoongi was half snake. He said he was calm, quiet, kept to himself. He ate normal food just like any person.

You cringed at remembrance of the awkward moment with you asking if you were going to have to store a bunch of dead mice in your freezer but he assured you with a smile that Yoongi would be happy to eat whatever you were but if you wanted to do something extra special then get him some tangerines as a treat. They were one of his favorites but gave him stomach aches so he couldn’t have them often.

There was also the issue of your cat, Alice. You felt bad for even thinking about it but you were genuinely concerned with having a snake hybrid under the same roof as a house cat. But again you were informed that it wouldn’t be an issue and that Yoongi actually loved cats even if he would never admit it. One of his best friends growing up was a cat hybrid named Jimin.

After a couple days of thought you finally agreed to let Yoongi stay with you. But you were severely second guessing that decision as you heard a car pull into your driveway. Your anxiety immediately sky rocketing.

Taehyung entered your home and quickly swallowed you in a big hug as he usually did.

“Y/N, this is Yoongi. Yoongi this is Y/N.”, he said getting right to business seemingly a little short on time.

At first glance you really couldn’t tell he was part snake at all. He was slightly shorter than Taehyung and only a little taller than you. His reddish orange hair really stood out as a surprise. You don’t know why you imagined him with jet black or maybe even green hair but then you remembered from the info packet you were sent that he was a corn snake and from the little bit of research you did before your fears got the best of you too much you remembered the colors of a standard corn snake and it made sense after all.

His eyes were a deep brown and didn’t appear snake like as you had imagined…one of your biggest worries. Something about their eyes was always so unsettling to you. You didn’t really see any terrifying fangs or a forked tongue. He had a cute button nose. No scales that you could see but Taehyung did mention he had some small scales sprinkled around his body. When you cringed Taehyung was quick to inform you they looked more like a cool tattoo than actual scales so you wouldn’t freak out if you ever were to see them. After all this Yoongi looked like any average guy about your age. You dared to even say he was attractive.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.”, you whispered.

“Yeah you too.”, Yoongi nodded feeling uncomfortable with how uncomfortable he could tell you felt.

Taehyung quickly said goodbye mumbling something about traffic and the rain and a hard ass boss so he left rather quickly even though internally you were pleading with him to not leave you alone.

“Umm so I guess I can show you to your room.”, you said wanting to escape the awkward silence.

Taking him upstairs you swung open the door making room for Yoongi to follow in after you.

“I’m sorry it’s not much. But I got you a bed and there’s a desk over here. Taehyung said you like to write so I got you a few new notebooks and some fancy pens. And uh maybe we can get you a tv or something but in the mean time you’re welcome to watch tv downstairs whenever you want.”

Yoongi looked around the room. He had never had his own bedroom before. The most he ever got was a corner of the basement and if he was lucky they might hook up a heat lamp for him. This was incredible and he didn’t really know how to respond but he also knew there was no way he was going to trust you even with all of this. Especially when he could sense how terrified you were just from standing next to him.

“Okay well I’m gonna go cook dinner. Um let me know if you need anything.”, you said before quickly exiting the room.

Yoongi waited all night and all of the next day to hear the familiar words he dreaded but had gotten so used to. Then one day turned into two and then into a week and then into three weeks and so on. You never mentioned anything about kicking him out or taking him back to the shelter. You offered him several meals a day even though he politely declined not needing to eat as much as you. When he did eat he preferred to do it privately and he appreciated that you respected his space. He kept to himself most of the time. He didn’t want to do anything to upset you and cause you to send him back. He could still feel the tension radiating off of you any time he did walk into the same room.

You were starting to feel terrible that you were still so scared of him. He had done nothing to make you think he was any kind of a threat other than the dna that created him which he had zero control over.

He was polite. He cleaned up after himself. He even took on some chores around the house like vacuuming and cleaning the litter box, two of your least favorite things to do.

You smiled as you remembered the day you came home to find him frantically tearing apart your house. Your blood pressure rose slightly worried that this was him beginning to act out until he dropped to his hands and knees to search for something under the couch. “Here kitty kitty kitty.”, he said shaking the treat bag.

When you finally asked what was wrong, it turned out that he couldn’t find Alice for their daily nap session so he was worried she had escaped when he took the trash out earlier. He had been looking all over for her. Your fear subsided and was replaced with admiration at the panic he was going through over the thought of loosing your cat who had since become his cat too. You were able to calm him down and show him her usual hiding spot in your closet where thankfully she was peacefully curled up in ball oblivious to the hysteria she caused him. He scooped her up mumbling something about never scaring him like that again and that now he needed double the nap time just to calm his nerves.

It warmed your heart however you still couldn’t shake the constant reminder that there was a snake in your presence.

Likewise Yoongi, while slowly warming up to you, was still waiting for those words. Every night when he crawled into his big fluffy bed that was in his slightly too cold room that he was too afraid to tell you about he wondered if the following day would be the day it all ends.

He really liked living with you. You left him to do his own thing most of the time. You gave him more food than he could eat. You even went out of your way to buy him a birthday cake when he said he had never had one. His birthday wasn’t for another six months but he ate the cake happily not wanting to let you know he thought it was disgustingly sweet and he hoped you would ever find out that it made him sick later that night.

You purchased him a bunch of new clothing when you noticed he wore the same two outfits over and over. He didn’t want to know how much you spent because it would only make him feel guiltier. He didn’t think he deserved it.

You even drove him an hour across the city so he could hang out with Jimin for a while. He didn’t expect you to and he was shocked that you did, especially when he could sense your unease from being so close to him through the whole car ride.

Yoongi did have to admit he was a tiny bit jealous when you welcomed Jimin into a hug with open arms, not that he was really a hugger himself to begin with. But watching you be so relaxed around Jimin as you scratched his fluffy cat ears and giggled when he used his tail to tickle your nose made Yoongi feel a tinge of hurt. No one ever wanted to cuddle with a snake.

He could tell that you were slowly warming up to him but you were still cautious thanks to his dna. He wished more than ever that he could be cute and fluffy like Jimin, maybe then his life would’ve been much easier.

When the two of you returned home that evening he decided that he was going to attempt to cuddle. He had never done it before but watching you cuddle Jimin made him long for that comforting touch.

So he waited until he smelled the popcorn and he heard the television click on. He waited a few minutes to not make it super obvious that he had been waiting for this moment. Then he took a deep breath and shoved his shaking hands into his pockets so you wouldn’t see them and went downstairs to where you were located.

“What’s up?”, you asked after noticing him awkwardly standing in the doorway.

He shrugged, “Nothin, just thought I’d come watch a little tv.”

He sat on the couch next to you but made sure there was enough space that you weren’t touching so not exactly cuddling.

You were scrolling through the movie options when came across the Harry Potter films.

You were completely shocked when Yoongi said that he had never seen any of the movies so you excitedly hit play and handed him the bowl of popcorn to get a handful.

As the movie went on and you really got into it Yoongi started feeling his confidence increase. Slowly but steadily he started inching closer and closer to you until his body was just mere centimeters from yours.

Then he heard the gasp. He panicked thinking maybe you were freaked out that he was so close to you and he instantly regretted everything. He tried to scoot away but you grasped onto him burying your cheek into his shoulder. You kept your head swiveling between looking at the tv and looking at his neck. Your hands had instinctively grabbed onto his and you were fiddling with his fingers. He could sense that your heart rate had significantly increased from the few minutes before.

When he looked up at the screen he saw what was the cause of all of this. Harry Potter was talking to a very large Burmese Python. Then the glass was gone and the snake started slithering out of its cage and onto the ground as people screamed in fear. Yoongi could feel you tensing up as you squeeze his hand a little tighter.

Once the scene was over and the snake was no longer on the screen he waited for you to release him but you never did, instead you snuggled in a little closer and took some of your blanket placing it on his lap so he settled into the couch and tried to take in every single moment of his first ever cuddle session.

When the movie ended and you finally released your grip on him shyly admitting that you hadn’t planned on that Yoongi started to laugh. He realized something he hadn’t before.

“What is so funny?”, you asked amused.

“Nothing…nothing.”, he said unsure if he should bring it up.

“Seriously Yoongi. What is so funny?”

“Well I just realized something. Y-You got scared about the snake in the movie. And then spent the rest of the movie cuddle up to a…a…a snake hybrid. I just thought that was kind of funny.”

You thought about his words for a moment before chuckling yourself, “Yeah I guess I’m lucky you’re just so cute and cuddly.”

Your eyes widened and before he could respond you quickly grabbed your things and headed up stairs feeling overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Yoongi sat there for a moment basking in your words. In his life he had been called many many things but cute and/or cuddly we’re not it and it was you of all people to say those words. He loved it but it also terrified him in ways he never felt before.

Ever since your little cuddle session things were kind of awkward between you. You were stuck between really really liking him and wanting to spend every minute of the day next to him but no matter how hard you tried you still had it in the back of your mind that he was part snake and that you weren’t sure if you should have those kind of feelings towards him. And Yoongi was stuck between realizing he was falling in love with you and not wanting to get hurt because he knew you would never ever feel like that towards him. So he started distancing himself from you.

He had been doing his best to be as easy and simple to live with as possible. He didn’t tell you about how his room was a little too cold or how he had a little rash from the lack of humidity in his room. He didn’t tell you how all of the onions you always cooked with gave him heartburn. He was too afraid to anger you in some way for fear that you would return him.

But then one morning he woke up with a little issue that was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Ever since the first child ran in fear when they saw him, Yoongi begged the shelter director for contacts. He said they would help him get adopted. He had always worn glasses to help with his poor eyesight but he wanted the contacts to help conceal the snake like quality of his eyes. His red irises and large black pupils often made people look away in fear or uncomfortableness but with the contacts he looked human. His intimidating eyes replaced with soft brown ones that looked warm and welcoming instead.

He had been down to two pairs and since the director made it clear that he was no longer spending any money on him he was too afraid to ask for more.

So for the last couple of months he had been wearing the same pair 24/7 and much past their expiration date too nervous of what you would think of him if you saw his true form.

The thought of you running in fear made his heart hurt just a little bit more than he’d like so he wore the contacts even at night just in case.

Then this morning he woke up with swollen eyes that were bright red and hard to keep open. Every time he blinked it felt like he was being stabbed with a burning hot knife. The fear of permanently going blind started creeping into his mind.

To make things worse he could hear you calling his name from downstairs. Reluctantly he went to find you.

“Hey I’m going to the grocery store and just wanted know if there was anything you neeeedd…Oh my God!! Yoongi are you okay? What’s wrong?”, you said quickly walking over to him to get a closer look.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine. Just some allergies or something. You know Alice practically sleeps on my face all night.”, he chuckled.

“Um I think maybe I should take you to a doctor just to be safe. This looks worse than allergies.” Yoongi tried to protest but you were already on the phone calling the first office that Google provided. Thankfully they had an opening later that same afternoon.

“Nervous?”, you asked noticing his leg bouncing up and down for the last several minutes.

“Yeah I uh I don’t do well at doctors.”, he said which wasn’t completely a lie. He had spent the first half of his life being treated poorly by people in white coats so he grew to be uneasy around them, this time though he was more nervous about what the outcome would be once you saw his true form.

“Min Yoongi.”, the assistant shouted into the crowded waiting room.

“Need me to go with you or are you okay by yourself?”, you asked.

Yoongi had never even thought about that and suddenly he felt a huge sense of relief, “I can go in alone. It’s no big de-.”

But he was cut off by the same assistant, “She’ll have to come back with you. Sorry it’s a requirement for all first time patients.”

Yoongi and you both nodded and followed her back into one of the exam rooms.

“The doctor will be right in.”, she smiled before closing the door.

Taking in the view of the room you started to worry that maybe you accidentally booked a pediatric hybrid doctor. The room was decorated with brightly colored music notes and cute drawings of different animals. One of those motivational posters with a picture of a cat hung on the opposite wall. You were about to pull out your phone to double check when the door swung open, “Good afternoon. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. My name is Dr. Hoseok Jung but you can call be Dr. J, Doc, Hobi, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He walked in not looking like any doctor you’ve ever seen before. He was wearing jeans with neon paint splashes on them paired with matching neon Jordan’s and a tshirt you were pretty sure was from Gucci. No white coat and the only indication of who he was being the name tag he wore clipped to his shirt. He had a big bright smile as he shook your hand. You caught yourself wondering if he accepted human patients too because he seemed so bright and bubbly.

“You must be Y/N and you must be Yoongi! So, what brings you in today?”, he said clasping his hands together.

Yoongi too shy to speak looked to you for help.

“Oh uh well he woke up today with his eyes pretty irritated. He says it’s allergies but I just want to make sure it’s nothing serious.”

Hoseok studied Yoongi for a moment, “Hmm yeah I can see that. Well first I have some quick standard questions to go through. I just want to see if anything stands out as unusual or anything. Yoongi you’ll probably have to answer most of these yourself.”

He started typing away on his laptop before he paused to look at Yoongi, “Alright so just to confirm you are 31 years old, a male, and a corn snake hybrid. Is that correct?”

“Yes that’s correct.”

“Perfect! And how long have you lived with Y/N?”

“Probably like ten-ish months now.”

“Good…good.”

“Eating okay? Sleeping okay? Enough energy to get through the day?”

“Yeah yeah everything is fine.”

“Alright and no aches or pains other than your eyes?”

For a moment Yoongi thought about bringing up the painful rash he had since the humidity in his room wasnt right but he didn’t want to irritate you or scare you any more than you already were going to be so he decided against it?

“No, just my eyes.”

“Well that’s good. And lastly how is your libido?”

Your eyes widened and Yoongi nearly choked on his spit, “I’m sorry what?”

Hobi smiled unfazed and clearly used to getting that kind of a reaction. He continued, “You know your sex drive…your want to mate…your desire to breed? Would you say it’s below, above, or just about average?“

“I uh I um uh I…average I guess.”, he mumbled. His poor cheeks were nearly as red as his hair and you felt so bad but couldn’t get over how cute he looked like that. And then the doctor asked a question that embarrassed you just as much.

He was typing away on his laptop, “Mmhmm. Mmhm, that’s good. One more super duper awkward question and then we’re done. Do you notice an increase in your sexual desires when you spend time around an ovulating female?”

You kept your eyes focused on the silly cat poster in front of you not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable than it already was by looking in Yoongi’s direction.

You didn’t hear him verbally respond but the doctor must have gotten the answer he needed because he closed his laptop and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Your cheeks felt hot and were probably just as red as Yoongi but thankfully no one mentioned it.

Okay this might hurt for a bit but I want to get a better look.”, he said pulling out a small flash light and shining it into Yoongi’s eyes while he gently tried to pry them open.

You felt awful watching him flinch in pain.

“Yoongi when was the last time you removed these contacts?”, the doctor asked.

He chewed on his lip for a second trying to buy some time, “It’s been a while. A couple months at least. I used to take them out for a little here and there but I’ve been keeping them in all the time lately.”

“I see…and are they colored contacts?”

He simply nodded.

The doctor was slowly piecing everything together as he started washing his hands again before reaching for a pair of gloves.

“Unfortunately they need to come out. You have quite a nasty infection going on.”

Curiously you watched on as the doctor put a few drops into Yoongi’s eyes to help them relax a little so he could get out the contacts. Hobi helped him wipe his eyes and then added a few more drops to give some additional relief.

Yoongi blinked a few times before trying to look anywhere but at you.

“I’m going to put a little of this gel in your eyes. We’ll give you a prescription to take home along with some eyes drops. Y/N, if you want to come over here I can show you how to apply the gel. He’ll probably need help with it.”

You nodded before taking a few steps over and stopping in your tracks. It was the first time you had seen his natural eyes. Gone were the soft brown eyes that you had slowly come to know and fell for. They were replaced with red iris’s surrounding large black pupils, the irritation only making them more prominent. There was definitely something snake like about them yet they were beautifully unique. You were a little taken back but you reminded yourself who you were looking at and his eyes didn’t change who he was.

And even though your brain was trying to admire them your body had other plan and Yoongi definitely took notice.

The way you moved to stand behind the doctor as a way of protecting yourself.

Your feet slightly turned and pointed towards the door like you were ready to escape.

He could sense your blood pressure had risen.

His worst fear had come true. But not only were you scared of his true form and he would most likely be heading back to the shelter, he also felt his heart breaking because he knew he was going to be going the rest of his life knowing he loved you and you only saw him as a monster.

The doctor showed you how to apply the gel and he gave you a couple bottles of drops. Yoongi was going to have to wear his glasses for a few weeks until his eyes cleared up and then you could take him to order some new contacts. He even gave Yoongi a bottle of medicated lotion “just in case” any skin issues were to come up and he gave you a pamphlet on how to properly care for a snake hybrid which you appreciated.

The drive home was silent. Yoongi declined your offer of dinner even through you suggested his favorite chicken place. You assumed it was probably because he was still embarrassed about all of the questions earlier so you didn’t pressure him and went home instead.

Yoongi spent the rest of the day locked in his room while you read through the info packet from the doctor. By the time you were done you felt like a horrible irresponsible person. You had thought you did enough research but you were really mistaken. Poor Yoongi was probably freezing and no wonder the doctor gave him a special lotion. The doctor had seen this before so he knew that his room wasn’t providing what he needed and was going to cause him issues.

So bright and early the next morning you headed out with a list of things to purchase to try and make Yoongi’s room more comfortable for him.

At the same time Yoongi was already up and packing. He only packed up the clothes he had arrived with not wanting to take anything you bought for him other than a couple pairs of socks that were really soft and fuzzy, he hoped you wouldn’t mind.

He also grabbed the stuffed mouse you had won him in one of those claw machines at an arcade. It had a pink bow and you had named her Petunia. He found himself holding onto the little mouse at night and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without it.

He realized that it was getting quite late and that you were nowhere to be found. He searched the house and started wondering if maybe you were so scared you couldn’t even spend the night under the same roof as him.

Right as he was about to grab his bag and just leave on his own he heard the door open and you come barreling in. He could hear the crinkle of bags and boxes banging against the wall. You were clearly talking on the phone.

“Yeah I know Tae, thanks for telling me by the way…

Of course it was a mistake!…

I’m terrified! What if something happened?…

Okay yeah but still…

Well I’m just saying that it was something you probably should’ve brought to my attention when you asked me about adopting him…

I was so stressed all night. I left as soon as I got up this morning…

No way! I’m not doing that any more…

I’m gonna fix it right now actually. I just got home…

Okay bye…”

Yoongi could feel the familiar sensation of tears beginning to cloud his eyes although this time it hurt more than usual. Whether it was because his eyes were already irritated or because he knew this was his last chance or because he really liked you and didn’t want to leave…he wasn’t sure, maybe it was a little of all three.

He tried to compose himself sensing your footsteps coming towards his room but you were quicker than he was. He already had his coat on when you knocked, “Hey mind if I come in so we can talk?”

Yoongi nodded his head.

You took a seat at his desk and turned to look at him.

“Wow your eyes already look a little better…Wait! Are…are you crying? What’s wrong?”, you asked rolling the chair closer to him.

“Nothin, what time are we leaving?”

“Leaving? What do you mean?”

Yoongi scoffed, “You’re taking me back to the shelter aren’t you? I heard you talking to Taehyung.”

You felt your heart drop and your own eyes started filling with tears. You should’ve been more careful knowing everything that he had been through and that he could hear exceptionally well especially through the thin walls.

“Yoongi no no no. I’m not taking you back to the shelter. Quite the opposite really.”

“But…but you’re terrified of me. My real eyes make you uncomfortable. I can tell and you shouldn’t have to be scared in your own home. I heard you talking to Taehyung.”, he sniffled, “It’s fine. I’m used to not being wanted so you can just drop me off at the shelter or I can walk. I don’t mind.”

You watched him gently wipe away the wet streaks on his cheeks. “Oh Yoongi…”, you said moving over to the bed and wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight, “I’m sorry that I made you feel like that but you are wanted. I do want you Yoongi.”

He started crying even harder into your shoulder. His body convulsing with sobs as you tried to sooth him through your own tears.

After a few minutes he began settling down so you took his hand in yours.

“Yoongi I…I know I’ve put a big emphasis on the snake part of you but honestly I stopped caring about that a long time ago. I just didn’t realize it until recently. I like you Min Yoongi. I…I uh I might even love you. I’m sorry that I didn’t do enough to make you feel welcomed here.”

He sniffled, “But what about the stuff on the phone?”

“The stuff I said to Tae was about how I didn’t know that your room needed to be a certain temperature with specific humidity levels and I feel terrible that you’ve been suffering all this time. I was mad at him for not warning me and mad at myself for not being brave enough to do the research I should’ve have before you moved in. I’m sorry Yoongi. But if you want to stay here then I want you here too.”

His face was still buried in your neck but you could feel him nod his head bringing a smile to your face.

After you gave him some time to calm down you asked him to help carry everything you had bought upstairs to his room.

When you were all done setting everything up he had a brand new heated blanket that had several different settings, a new humidifier, and a space heater for when he needed a little extra warmth. You had an electrician coming in the following week to see about the options for installing a heat lamp or something similar onto the ceiling so that he could feel the warmth directly on himself much like a snake would do. You had also picked up some vitamins and a special body wash to help with his skin.

Which reminded you, “Oh! We should put your drops in. Dr. Jung said it was important not to miss a dose.”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s okay. I can do it myself.”

“I know you can but if I help you it’ll be faster and more precise.”

Yoongi was hesitant but let you take him to the bathroom where all of the products were located.

He sat down on the floor with you on the edge of the tub as you fidgeted trying to get the bottle open.

You put one drop in each eye and told him to keep them closed before the second round.

“Once your eyes clear up we can go order you some new contacts if you want. You can get the clear one or colored ones. It’s up to you. But you don’t have to wear them all the time you know. If your glasses are more comfortable you should wear them, especially at home.”

“I don’t want you or anyone else to be scared.”, he whispered.

“Who cares what other people think. Their opinions don’t matter and I’m not scared of you Yoongi. Besides, I think you look really cute in those glasses.”

You smiled as you watched the blush crawl across his cheeks, “What else about me is cute?”, he playfully asked.

You added the second round of drops, “Well I think it’s cute how you try to hide the way you say your S’s so they don’t sound so snake like. And I think it’s cute how you do a little happy dance every time I stock the freezer with cookie dough ice cream. And I think it’s cute how you have the chubbiest little cheeks.”

You tried to give them a squeeze but he quickly swatted your hand away, “they’re not chubby.”, he pouted which only proved your point more.

After getting cleaned up you both plopped down on the couch ready for another movie night. Alice also joined this time, quickly taking her favorite spot in the center of Yoongi’s lap. You had already accepted that she was now his cat and you were merely the food bringer homer. But you didn’t really care. They were both happy which made you happy.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you had no problem cuddling in as close as you could get.

“Hey Y/N.”, he suddenly spoke as you were scrolling through the movie options. You lifted your head to look up at him.

“ Th-Thank you…for everything.”, he smiled feeling like he had a true home for the first time in his life and it just happened the be with the woman he loved, “I just wanted to make sure I told you that. I don’t think I’ve really said it since I’ve been here.”

“Don’t thank me. You deserve it. I’m just happy you’re here.”, you said before giving his cheek a kiss and snuggling back in to his side.

“Ohhh what about this one?”, you exclaimed.

Yoongi looked at the screen and then at you with his eyebrows raised, “Snakes on a plane? Seriously Y/N? That sounds like a terrible idea.”

You shrugged, “Yeah you’re right. I’ll probably get too scared and have to find someone to cuddle with the whole time and then I know I’ll definitely be too scared to sleep later so I will for sure need to find someone to cuddle with and keep me safe all night.”

You started scrolling again but it didn’t take long for laughter to fill the room as Yoongi took the remote from you and quickly scrolled back to the movie. He hit play and settled back in before pulling you close against him and placing a small kiss to the top of your head, “Luckily I’m here to cuddle any time you need it.”

@illnevertrustmyselfagain

[matchamoomoo2]

2:00 In The Morning

General: Prostitute y/n x famous Chrollo

Overveiw: Female reader and rockstar (Yan!) Chrollo have had an ongoing ‘relationship’ for about 6 months. Reader is just using Chrollo for the money, but Chrollo wants this to work.

Warnings: Implied prostitution, implied NSFW, Yandere Chrollo (not really in this part). - if i missed any please let me know!

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If someone asked why you keep coming back to Chrollo, you wouldn’t know how to answer. You weren’t in love with him, but you felt like you couldn’t ignore his phone calls. The next thing you know, you wake up in his bed and it’s 2:00 in the morning.

You reached down to take Chrollos arm off of your waist only to find it not there. Turning around, you saw that he was gone. Confused at first, then you remembered what he had told you the night before. He would have to leave early to make it to the airport with his band. Looking at your nightstand you found a note.

“y/n, I had to leave to make it to the airport with my band. I have transfers the money to your bank account. I have also paid the rest of your rent for your apartment, but feel free to stay at my apartment if you wish too. Call me if you need more money.

- Chrollo.”

If someone asked why you keep coming back to Chrollo, you would know how to answer. He pays your bills. He pays your rent. And all at the small price of sleeping with him. Sleeping with men for money is nothing new to you, you’ve been doing it for about 3 years, but none of them has done what Chrollo has. Then again they probaly don’t have his ammount of money. But maybe taht was what made you keep coming back. Anyways, you were still tired so you decided to get some more sleep.

This time when you opened your eyes, the clock had read 8:00. 7 months ago you would be freaking out, you would definitely be fired for being late, but now you didn’t have to worry. You no longer had to hold a job, as chrollo paid for pretty much everything. As much as you loved his beautiful apartment, you knew you didn’t wanna stay here. It just didn’t feel like home. Sighing, you got out bed and made your way to the bathroom to shower. After you had showered, you gathered your stuff and left.

Your apartment was no where near chrollos, but you loved it anyways. It was a small, shitty, rundown apartment, but it was home. You would never make enough in your life to afford the rent of Chrollos apartment and you were okay with that. He had asked you to move in before, but you had declined. You told him it was strictly business and work and relationships don’t intertwine. He probaly would have argued something back about how you were okay with seeing him every other night, but before he could you straddled him and that was that.

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If someone where to ask Chrollo why he keeps wanting you, he would know what to say. He was in love with you. He wasent sure why, he definitely wasn’t a virgin when he met you, and had fun with a lot of women of your position of work. But then why, why was he so obsessed with you? Most women would fall at his feet if he asked them to move in with him, but you didn’t. You were obviously using him for his money, he wasent dumb and you didn’t try to hide it anyways, but then why. He got jelouse knowing you were having sex with other men so he gave you an ultimatum. He would pay for everything you needed, if it meant no sex with other guys. and of course, you accepted. So, while it may not have made your life any different. Chrollo smiled knowing he wouldn’t be hearing your messages from other guys going off during - well you know what.

[zepskies]

Never Say Goodbye - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

AN: Real quick, just want to say I’m so happy that so many people seem to like this little story so far! Here’s a longer chapter for ya.~

Word Count: 4,300 Warnings: Mentions of anxiety. Language.

Part 2: Connection

Dean honestly didn’t remember that snowy day when he was seventeen with much clarity. Or that sad, anxious feeling in his chest.

Not until six years later, anyway.

It was only a few months after Sam left for college, and left his older brother behind. Well, he’d left John too, but he was the one who gave Sam the ultimatum in the first place.

If you leave, don’t you dare come back.

So Dean struggled to be okay with that while he and John were on another hunt in South Dakota. There was a short but significant string of murders in Vermillion, about an hour away from Sioux Falls.

“Too bad Bobby couldn’t make it,” Dean said. He and John were researching the case at the closest library—over at the University of South Dakota. This one was huge, with multiple floors and new computers.

I guess this is what nerds like Sammy dream about, Dean thought.

“Yeah, could’ve used the manpower. But he’s got his own hunt over in South Carolina somewhere,” John said. His voice was gruff with tiredness. They’d driven for about a week straight, slowly but surely getting farther from the west coast.

“So this thing eats hearts. That could still be a lot of things,” Dean said. He gestured at the small pile of books between them at their table. John had been jotting something down in the autopsy report they’d stolen. He then turned it Dean’s way and tapped his finger on the puncture wounds.

“Those look canine,” John said.

Dean’s browed crunched. “Werewolf? It’s not a full moon.”

His dad shook his head. “Similar, but different. If I’m right, all we need is a couple silver bullets. After we track this thing down.”

“Okay, I’ll bite.” Dean grinned at his own pun. “What is it?”

John smirked. “It’s a skinwalker.”

That rung some kind of bell, but Dean would be hard-pressed to remember what made a skinwalker different from a werewolf. He hadn’t encountered one before, but after he killed it, he’d be sure to remember.

John explained how skinwalkers were actually a lot like werewolves: they could infect people with a single bite, they liked their burger meat raw (as in, fresh human hearts), and more importantly, silver could kill them.

Though unlike their lunar-dependent cousins, skinwalkers could shapeshift into their animal form whenever they wanted. And that didn’t limit to canines.

“But in this case,” John said, pointing again at the autopsy pictures, “I’d say we got us a dirty dog.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, so how do we find him?”

“What do the vics have in common?”

They started pouring over the police reports of the five victims. John took out a map of the city and made notes on the location where each body was found.

This was the part Sam was hella good at. Dean enjoyed the Magnum P.I. aspect of it, but sitting here in a dusty library for hours was going to be a severe test of his patience.

He tried to focus on the reports, and he actually noticed that one of the victims was a college student—here at South Dakota University. Another one was a bartender, and the bar was only a couple of blocks down the road.

Interesting.

He shuffled through the papers to find the third victim and felt something nagging in the back of his mind—an annoying buzz that made his brows knit together. He was already feeling a bit restless sitting here, his knee bouncing in place and rattling the table a bit.

John looked up at him. “What’s the matter?”

Dean blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

“You’re shaking the table.”

Dean forced his knee to stop. But that was when he felt it—a growing sense of frustration and anxiety blooming in his chest.

What the hell? he thought. He was perfectly fine a few minutes ago. Why did it feel like it was getting hard to breathe?

“Dean.” John looked at his son a bit harder. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered quickly. “Fine…I’m gonna find a bathroom.”

He tried to be normal as he got up and left the table, but at soon as he was out of eye-shot of his dad, he made swifter strides towards the nearest bathroom. He went to the sink and splashed some water across his face to wake himself up. God, why’m I so freakin’ tired?

He took slow, deep breaths to calm down. Even though his mind was racing with what the fuck, what the fuck.

He wiped his face with some paper towel and realized his hands were shaking. Was he sick or something? He knew that Taco Bell breakfast burrito was too good to be true—

That’s it. Wake the hell up. I can’t fail this damn final!

That. That was not his thought.

“What the fuck?” Dean couldn’t help saying it out loud, just to make sure he could still speak normally.

He stared at his own shocked face in the mirror.

Then finally, he knew.   

He knew what these symptoms were, because while he’d ignored that chapter of social studies, Sam had always been an avid student. Truth be told, Dean hadn’t really wanted to learn that subject. It was the reason he didn’t like thinking about their mom. And the reason why their dad barely spoke about her.

But Dean knew what happened when soulmates started getting close to one another for the first time.

Dean was feeling his freaking soulmate, and it was scaring the hell out of him.

Suddenly he could feel the bond. It was like a humming thread in his mind, an itch he wanted to scratch. If he just reached out the slightest bit, he could touch it. He could connect with whoever it was on the other line.

He could…or he could just leave it for a while until he figured out what he was even going to say, let alone do if someone answered him back.

So he did what most twenty-three year old men would do when faced with a potentially life-changing bond of commitment and…feelings.

He shoved it down and ran.

Well, not literally ran, but he was quick to leave the bathroom and return to his dad.

“Finally. What the hell took you so long?” John asked. He was already gathering their stuff together to leave.

Dean felt pinned by his dad’s gaze, but he did his best to play it smooth.

“Uh, sorry. Breakfast burrito hit me sideways. Then there was no toilet paper in the stall and I had to climb under and—”

John grimaced and held up a hand to stop him. “All right. Let’s just go.”

Dean let out a relieved breath. He hefted his backpack onto his shoulder and followed his dad out of the library, back to the Impala. He climbed into the passenger seat and took a swig of an old soda to steady himself.

He still felt her anxiety in his chest (at least, he hoped it was a her). Maybe she was having a rough day…but once he remembered what she’d said in his head, he wanted to slap a hand to his forehead.

You idiot. She’s studying for a test, he thought. She’s probably a student here.

That realization made him smirk. Aw, yeah. College girl, huh?

Though that thought was followed by a dousing shower of reality.

Oh shit. The thing we’re hunting just ate a college freshman.

“Dean, what’s the matter with you? You lost in space over there?” John asked. It punctured the bubble of Dean’s internal world and made him sharpen to attention.

“Nah, I’m fine. Where’re we headed?”

John scrutinized him a bit longer, but at Dean’s stubbornness, he seemed to let it go for now.

“To find this thing,” he said. “I narrowed down its hunting grounds and called the local animal control. They’ve been getting reports of people hearing a stray dog barking, but no one’s seen him.”

Dean nodded and settled back into his seat. Just focus on the hunt, he told himself. Deal with the rest after.

You were having a phenomenally shitty day.

Well, you supposed that was nothing new. You were twenty years old, still not old enough to legally drink but old enough to have adult bills and adult stress to go along with it. So you were also broke.

And you were halfway through a degree in history. A degree that your father repeatedly told you was “impractical” to earn a decent living with. Which wasn’t even true.

…Okay, maybe that was a little bit true. But you liked history, and you could easily fall into Mom’s footsteps and become a teacher.

You could work for a museum. You could become a world-renowned historian, or write an award-winning historical fantasy like Game of Thrones and make millions off the TV deal!

…Okay, most likely it was probably going to the teacher thing, but at least you still had dreams.

Your dad only believed in what he could see right in front of his narrow-minded face.

Your dad was a dream killer.

Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that on the phone just now, but you were fuming, damn it. This wasn’t what you needed on finals week. Especially because you had an insane Calculus final to cram for, and only a few hours to do it. You needed to get back to your part-time job at the coffee shop by three. Unfortunately, you were closing tonight.

First, you needed a pick-me-up before you headed to the library.

Sighing, you rubbed the silver ring on your right hand absently as you waited in line at the university’s café. The ring had been your mom’s, and now it was yours. On most days, it gave you comfort; just that little bit of extra support to get you through.  

Eventually, you got to the front of the line and rattled off your coffee order while still looking up at the menu board: extra-large black coffee with a turbo shot, four sugars. When your gaze slid down and met the guy ringing you up, your brain stuttered to a halt.

“Okay, got it. One ‘Turbo Cram Session’ coming up,” he said. He gave you a charming, friendly grin. With his hazel eyes and tan skin, he was a rare find in a midwestern town like this. His brown hair was long, brushing past his shoulders. He almost reminded you of a character from the cheesy vampire book your teen cousin Lily was obsessed with.

Regardless, he was attractive.

A nervous flutter in your stomach made you smile back. “Thanks.”

You paid the overly expensive bill and watched him make your coffee.

“Finals week, right?” he commiserated.

“Yep.” You sighed and nodded. “Three exams tomorrow, one at eight-in-the-damn-morning.”

He whistled sympathetically. “Yeah, it’s a killer.”

He put the lid on your steaming coffee and handed it to you. His fingers brushed your hand when you took the to-go cup from him, but he hissed a bit and pulled his hand back.

“You okay?” you asked in concern. He glanced at your hand. You toyed with your ring in a nervous habit.

“Yeah, some coffee spilled. No worries,” he said. He flashed you a smile. “If you need to pull an all-nighter, just come back. I can help you mainline the espresso machine.”

He tapped the inside of your wrist and you laughed, playing along. “You’d do that for me?”

“Just for you,” he said with a nod. He pressed a finger to his lips conspiringly. “Keep it quiet, though, or the whole school will be cramming in here like stray cats.”

You laughed again. His nametag read, James.

“Got it. Thanks, James.”

“Call me Jimmy,” he said, giving you a more flirtatious smile.

You left the café with a full-on blush warming your face. When your hands hand brushed, you felt tingles on your skin…but you hadn’t heard his thoughts.

He’s not the one.

Disappointing.

You continued on your path to the library.

You were a bit introverted, mostly keeping to yourself. Your friends were back home in Sioux Falls, so you didn’t really have anyone here, and you didn’t put yourself out there as much as you could. But even when guys did notice you (however few and far between that was), you just couldn’t bring yourself to entertain them. Not if you couldn’t feel them.

Maybe that was a lonely way to go through life. Your friends had certainly told you so. They encouraged you to have fun and explore in college, and part of you wanted to. Another part—the more sensitive part—thought that was just setting yourself up for disappointment.

You wanted something real. Something that would last. Like what your parents had, before…

Whatever. Enough of that. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you approached the library, but it was hard.

Juggling a full-time college schedule, two part-time jobs, and commuting over an hour every day to school was hard. And your dad wasn’t making it any easier.

All right, stop it. Anxiety was starting to well up in your chest, and you couldn’t afford to battle with it right now.

You went into the library and found your usual spot, practically buried behind the reference books. Finding your favorite work desk, you settled your things there and sipped your coffee. You willed yourself to calm down—to power through that voice in your head that wanted to focus on your problems instead of solutions.

You only had a few hours to plug several complex math equations into your head.

That’s it. Wake the hell up, you thought sternly. I can’t fail this damn final!

With a shaky breath, you cracked open your Calculus book, put on your headphones and some music, and started studying.

A few minutes later, the men’s bathroom door opened with a loud crack and someone quickly walked out of it—right past your table.

You were too deep in your studies and your music to notice. 

Father and son were on the hunt.

John was pretty sure they’d found the skinwalker (in a coffee shop of all places). They just had to wait until the bastard came out.

He and Dean waited in the Impala with Reuben sandwiches to tide them over for the stakeout. John discreetly shot his son a glance.

The boy had been off his game all day, but he couldn’t put his finger on why…

“Hey Dad, where’s Zeppelin IV?” he asked, around a mouthful of Reuben. A smile twitched at John’s lips. He wordlessly retrieved the cassette from the compartment on the driver’s side door and held it up in his hand.

“Hey, why d’you keep it on your side?” Dean asked. “You don’t trust me with your tunes by now? Just like you never let me drive?” 

He was mostly teasing, but maybe there was a thread of truth underneath. John scoffed.

“I don’t let you drive the Impala ‘cause you’re a punk,” he said. He offered Dean the cassette, but just as he was about to grab it, John took it back and popped it into the cassette player himself. He smirked. “Driver picks the music.”

Dean gave him a look, like he wanted to snipe a comeback, but thought better of it. He sat back into his seat.

John took a satisfied bite out of his sandwich.

Oh shit!

You sprung up from your desk in the library, wiping drool from the side of your cheek.

Tell me I didn’t fucking fall asleep!

Sure enough, your Calculus book was cracked open, your half-drunk coffee was cold, and you had all but missed your shift at work. No, no, no!

You dashed around like a mad person trying to collect your books, pens, your phone—everything into your backpack. You had walked here from your dorm, so you were just going to have to run to the coffee shop on foot. You were too broke to take a taxi and the bus would take too damn long.

It was only, what, a mile or two?

Lord help me.

You didn’t have a choice. You just had to run.

“Coffee boy’s clocking out,” Dean observed. He and John climbed out of the Impala. By then it was evening, almost night. The sun dipped behind the clouds and the streetlights were about to come on. Rush hour traffic was heavy here at a four-way intersection.

Dean focused on their target. The guy looked normal—dark hair, tan skin. I guess that’s the idea, Dean thought. Look normal, blend in by slinging watery, overpriced coffee, get your filet o’ human hearts on the side.

When the guy came out of the café, he didn’t walk to a car parked on the street. Instead, he dipped between the café and the university library and went through a back alley.

“Let’s go,” John said, and with their guns loaded up with silver (hidden in their jackets), they hurried across the street and ducked into the alley.

But they didn’t see any trace of the guy. Both retrieved and cocked their guns, moving through the alley slowly.

Dean was usually good at this part. His ex-marine dad had trained him well, and he was focused. Alert.

Until something nagged at the back of his mind. A low hum as that connection flared to life. 

Oh fuck. His lips pursed. A persistent feeling of worry (that wasn’t his own) prickled in his chest, like fire ants across his skin. He tried his best to shut it out.

Not now.

You rushed out the library doors and inwardly bemoaned that it was practically nighttime. You were lucky if you still had a job by the time you got to work.

Damn it! Frustration and worry warred for dominance, but you couldn’t focus on that.

Not now.

You hesitated a moment. A weird feeling fluttered in your chest just then…

Ugh, whatever, you dismissed, shaking your head. I’m insane, it’s fine.

You ran to the street intersection and waited impatiently for the walking light to turn green. 

You looked both ways on the street. It was still red, but there was a window of opportunity in a short lull of cars. You could make it if you hurried.

So you did. You took your chance and ran halfway down the street, making it past the first wave of oncoming traffic. You just didn’t account for the truck that was turning the corner—from the opposite direction.

You had time to utter a scream before you dove for the sidewalk. A woman walking her dog helped you up, asking if you were okay.

You were and you weren’t, really. You were shaking, but you thanked the woman with a trembling smile. At this point, you didn’t care if you were fired. Five bucks an hour wasn’t worth getting splattered on a dusty pavement. 

Damn. Guess I’ll have to apply at Starbucks.

It was intense.

Your fear was like a searing hot knife ripping through Dean’s heart, and it tore a ragged sound from his throat as his knee buckled.

John’s head swiveled to him with wide eyes. “Dean—”

That was the opening their prey was waiting for. Or rather, the creature that was hunting them.

A large dog leapt from the roof of the café—behind and above them. It went for Dean first, biting into his arm through his jacket. Both of them went down as Dean struggled and the animal growled and tried to shred his arm. Dean almost didn’t feel the pain, but he felt panic of his own as he tried to pry the creature off by his canine ears. 

“Dean!”

He looked up at his dad, who stood with his gun aloft. Dean trusted him. He helped give an opening and moved his face away.

Three shots rang out.

The first two killed the skinwalker. The third was just for insurance, and maybe vengeance.

John helped Dean out from under the creature’s body, and they watched it transform back into its natural form. Coffee shop boy.

James, Dean read on his nametag.

“Rest in peace, Cujo,” he quipped, but by now the pain was finally registering. His arm wept with blood through his jacket, and he hissed in pain when his dad put firm pressure on the wound.

“What the fuck happened, Dean?” John demanded. “You got shit between your ears, or a working brain? Because whatever’s got you distracted, that’s how you get killed.”

His father’s anger wasn’t pleasant, but his disappointment was crushing.

Dean swallowed the pain, both physical and…and the rest. He just nodded and apologized.

“Sorry, Dad.”

John shook his head, but he continued leading Dean back to the car.

Back at the motel, John was able to stitch Dean up and wrap his arm. They had planned to leave after the hunt to save money on another motel night…but John agreed to give it one more day to let Dean rest on a real bed.

His son wasn’t just in pain. He was melancholy.

It was unusual for Dean, who normally kept up a decent attitude. And it wasn’t like him to slip up like that on a hunt. John could admit, things were different now without Sam. John was different.

Not that he’d been a picnic before. He knew that much. But maybe Sam leaving was harder than John cared to admit.

After he and Dean were showered up, John brought them back some takeout and beers. He gave Dean one, but before he turned on the TV, he hesitated. A twinge of sorry was at the tip of his tongue.

Instead, he asked, “What’s wrong, Dean?”

His son opened his mouth, a denial ready to fire.

“Don’t lie to me, son,” John said. “Just…tell me what happened today.”

It took a while to pry it out of him. He was resistant, and John expected that.

Dean, for his part, was trying to figure out what to say. How to say it.

Just then, he also remembered something Sam told him when he was only in sixth grade.

“Dean, did you know this? Human souls are really complex, and they’re unique too. We learned about it today in school.”

“Good for you, Super Geek.” 

“They found out that connected souls subconsciously try to find each other. So when you start hearing someone’s thoughts, it’s because the souls are trying to bond together, like molecules.”

Like molecules, huh?

Speaking of, Dean hadn’t heard your thoughts since that terrifying moment when he felt you…

For a moment, he’d thought you’d….

Though deep down, he knew you weren’t gone. He knew the bond was there, like an idle TV. Either you lived really close to this motel, or this HBO connection was getting a wider bandwidth.

“Dean?” John pressed.

Dean looked up, breaking from his thoughts. John didn’t often ask him to open up. But Dean figured if anyone would understand, it would probably be his dad.

He was forced to contemplate the question that had been scaring him all day.

Did he want the same soul bond his parents had, even if it nearly killed John after she died?

“…Dad, how did you and Mom meet?”

The question took John by surprise…but maybe it shouldn’t have. His perceptive gaze washed over Dean.

“It was after I came back from Vietnam,” John said eventually. “We ran into each other by the old movie theater.”

Dean smiled. “Aw, both of you were in line for Jaws?”

A resigned smile quirked at John’s lips. “That was ’75, genius. And no, we…literally ran into each other. Full speed. I went to help her up, but she was already doing it herself. Plus picking up everything that fell outta her bag. All I could do was stare at her like an idiot, ‘cause…I heard her say, God damn it.”

John had been lost in the memory for a moment, but here he looked at Dean.

“But she didn’t say it. She thought it,” he said. “And I knew it was her. She was it for me.”

“And she did too?” Dean asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“No,” John laughed a little. “She took some convincing, if I remember right.”

“What, she couldn’t hear your thoughts?”

“No, she could. But that…connection. It’s different in the beginning,” John said, with a heavy sigh. This was harder to talk about than he thought. For Dean, he would do it. But just this once.

“You don’t have so much control over it. It just kinda…happens.”

“And…how did that work, exactly?” Dean asked.

“Why do you want to know?” John returned. Dean quieted, looking down at his beer.

That was all the confirmation he needed to finally know what was going on. He sighed again.

“Son,” he started, then hesitated. He knew what he was about to say wasn’t completely right, but it was the truth. One day, Dean would understand.

“Son,” he said again. “Unless you’re prepared to hang up your gun, and stop hunting, don’t open that door.”

Dean’s brows knit together, a silent question that he almost didn’t want to ask. John answered it anyway.

“Nobody should be waiting on men like us to come home bloody,” he said.

Dean took those words to heart. He reminded himself that his dad had seen blood and war long before he met Mary. Maybe his dad had more regrets than just not being able to save her.

So the next morning, Dean slid into the Impala’s passenger seat. John drove them away from the college town, out of Vermillion, South Dakota.

Dean felt relieved, and also guilty. Then, the farther they got, he just felt wrong.

Soon enough, the warm tendril of connection in his chest dissipated.

AN: Phew! Okay, one major step closer to you and Dean finally meeting. I definitely drew on some of my own experiences at college here lol.

Read on to: Part 3.

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[its-vannah]

Being in a relationship with Warren Rojas | Headcannons/Timeline

A/N: Sorry the GIF is so small lmao. Bit of angst in this one but it's got a happy ending, mentions death

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

- You and Warren met while he was working on boats to bring in some income to stay afloat while the band was on hiatus

- You had the whole privileged rich girl going for you, never daring to break the rules and wanting to protect your image. Warren, on the other hand, strolled into his first day working high as a kite.

- He did his job well, and when you got him lunch that day, as you did everyone who was working as a treat, he jokingly asked you to marry him as he scarfed down a sandwich.

- Your mother, a famous actress, and your father, a filmmaker, owned a boat that was in need of repairs and a cleaning.

- While your parents were at work, you sat on the edge of the dock with Warren, effectively dragging out how long it took him to do his work. But he enjoyed your company.

- The two of you made out in the captains quarters a few days after meeting. If it hadn't been for you seeing your dad pull up in his car, it probably would've gone further.

- You and Warren continued to sneak sround though, whether it was in his van, at his place, on the boat, on the beach. He had to keep a somewhat low profile as the band's popularity grew, so official dates weren't really in the cards.

- Once your father found out about your relationship with the drummer, he flipped out, immediately telling your mother. The two of them sat you down and told you that you were wasting your life on a nobody.

- You told them he's not a nobody, he means everything to you.

- Giving you an ultimatum, he said it was either them or him.

- You called Warren, waking him up at around midnight asking him to pick you up at the pub by your house.

- He came to get you, no questions asked

- When you got in the car, you started crying. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as you let out your frustrations.

- You told him you didn't have a family to go back to. He said "bullshit" and asked if you wanted to elope.

- Figuring it couldn't get any worse, you agreed. You walked into your parents house, who thought you had come to your senses. But you walked right past them and went to your room, fitting anything and everything you could into bags and another suitcase, loading them into Warren's van. You left without another word.

- Warren drove you to Vegas and the two of you stopped by a dingy wedding chapel. You got changed into one of your white, lace sundresses and let your hair down. Warren wore a button up, actually snapping a few of the bottom buttons to "make it more formal" and jeans.

- The two of you exchanged vows and filed for a marriage license. While you weren't technically legally married yet, you had the ceremony out of the way.

- You moved into Warren's place, separate from the band, who didn't learn about your wedding until they broke up. There were many questionable things Warren did, but he wasn't going to make the mistake of letting the press get in the way of your relationship.

- The band asked what he was going to do now that The Six was finished, and he said he was going to go home to his wife. They laughed, thinking he was joking, but he was dead serious. He didn't wear a ring on his finger. Instead, he wore it on a chain around his neck. They thought it was a fashion choice.

- Graham was the first to meet you, introducing himself to you. He was surprised to find you seven months pregnant.

- Warren was thrilled at the idea of being a dad, and later asked Graham if he'd be the godfather.

- When you gave birth to your baby girl, you decided on the name Aurora James after the band's album and James because, well, you were running out of ideas.

- Your parents reached out and tried to bribe you to come back home and raise the baby, as Warren wouldn't be "a fit husband". You refused and told them never to contact you again.

- They went to the press and revealed that you were a disappointment to the family name. Warren carried you through it, saying you had his family name now. None of that mattered anymore.

- Warren got a job renting boats out to people and made a decent living on it, on top of the money he had from his days in the band and the royalties he still earned from the albums.

- When your second daughter, Daphne, was born, you and Warren took turns taking care of the girls. When you needed extra sleep, he'd balance them each on a hip and do his zoomba workouts.

- Your third child, a boy who you named Reggie because Warren liked the way Reggie Rojas sounded, kept the two of you on your toes. He was his father made over.

- Warren eventually sold his business, not before buying one of his own, and made millions off of it. The two of you sailed around the world after your kids left for college. Or, in Reggie's case, to pursue music.

- Warren passed before you did, which broke your heart. You continued sailing, staying closer to home and not going too far out in his memory, letting the breeze take you in the right direction.

- You attended his posthumous induction into the Rock Hall of Fame with your children and grandchildren. You also witnessed your son being inducted before your ultimate death a few years later.

[tinydeskwriter]

Safe Harbor in a Storm (Dirty Trick. Part II)

A/n: I tried🤷🏻‍♀️

word count: 1473

2023 Grammy’s Award Night

The cameras flashes were blinding. Tonight especially, it seemed brighter than usual.

The frantic photographers screaming her name and asking for a new pose. She gave them her million dollars smile and posed to the camera, relaxing a little feeling her husband’s hand in her small back, drawing circles with his finger against the black lace of her naked dress. His hands eventually found hers against her growing belly—something that happens often since she announced her pregnancy the year before, it had been almost impossible to keep it a secret with her protective, affectionate husband always putting his hands on her, caressing ‘their’ bump— camera flashes fire more aggressively.     

The award season was their last ‘work related commitments’ before their baby birth in late may, they planned to welcome their lil nugget in London, close to his family and their closest friends—after a month long babymoon in Italy, full hours under the sun by the beach, delicious pastries and pastas— she would have three months of recover and then they would be on the road again—with their newborn—, going from one country to another.

Y/n loved how dedicated her husband was to her and their growing little family. 

Her heart felt ready to burst with love at the sight of the handsome Brit she had married a year and a half ago. 

Andrew was truly her dream man. All she ever wished a husband would be. It was like she had dreamed her perfect man he be became true.

They met through mutual friends a month after her painful break up with Harry. She went out with friends to celebrate that her ex had just take the rest of his stuff from her house. It had been hard, even with her ultimatum, Harry went forward with what Jeff though better, and for some reason the man had convinced himself that he would be able to sweet talk his way out of losing her. He failed to understand that Y/n Y/l/n was no man’s pretty little fool, she was no weakling and would never band to his wills, he wanted the PR stunt? Fine, she wouldn’t be the fool waiting for him to come home after he spent the day making out with his geriatric director.

As she prophetically old him: in a month, she’ll have moved on. 

Harry showed up to pick the rest of his shit as she was getting ready for a night out, he bagged and nearly cried, but she was unmovable. 

After she only wanted a strong drink and to forget, and that was the night she met Andrew… properly. They had met before over the years in award shows and mutual friends house parties, but never had been properly introduced. That night they talked… for hours. And by the end of the night Andrew had asked her out. She had wanted to say ‘no’, but something in his honest brown eyes made her give him her number. 

Their first date happened in LA, she arrived one and a half hours late,  he was patiently—and anxiously—waiting for her in a booth, and when he smiled at her and ignored her tardiness, that’s when she new that he was something special.

He was patient and gentle and kind, and less than a year after their first date they tied the knot in a small ceremony at Islington Town Hall, North London.

She had loved Harry, but Andrew had been game-changer.

He made an afford. He made time. He went out of his way to visit her on set in Australia and pretended that it was nothing ‘I’ve been wanting to try the waves around here’ he told her with a smile as he delivered a bouquet of sunflowers and her favorite chocolates that were found only in a particular little store in LA.

She proposed to him the same night Harry had drunken called her, and she realized that all the butterflies she had once felt hearing his voice were now death, but Andrew? His gentle soft gaze and raspy sleepy voice was able to wake a whole zoo in her stomach. She proposed in bed, no ring, nothing, they’re half sleeping, and he answer with ‘yes, sure’.

The very next day he gave her the yellow gold with sustainable diamonds engagement ring he had bought weeks before. They spent two months living together in Sydney, before moving in together and New York, before agreeing that London would be the best place to grow a family in the future.

They got married in the Spring in London, only two witnesses and no paparazzi in sight—they had a jewish ceremony two days later—. The newly wedded A-list couple shocked the world, no one knew they are a couple to begin with.

Fans shipped them. Haters criticized the fifteen years age gap. Media emphasized how odd a couple they made: Glam Hollywood Siren, Y/n Y/l/n and dorky, adorable, Andrew Garfield.

Harry called again after finding out, he was clearly drunk and probably on something else, ‘You’re really that delusional that you thought that I would wait around for you?’she had stated with refinements of cruelty when he finished his rambling. He asked her if she had married ‘that guy’—Andrew was always that guy to Harry— to spite him, to which she honestly told him ‘My directional debut was to spite you. You’re the last thing on my mind when I married Andrew, you killed the butterflies, and he woke the zoo…Andrew is in his own category, his own brand of masculinity, he’s far too amazing to be compared, and I love him, I love him, and he loves me back, he puts me first, he takes me into consideration in his decisions, he never hurt me, and I never doubt him.’

You were a hurricane, but he’s the safe harbor during a storm I always craved for. She never tells him. 

That was the last time they talked, and it has been almost two and a half years since she last saw him.

“You’re the most gorgeous women in this event, and I am the luckiest men.”Andrew said in her ear, making her blush and smile. 

“No need to sweet talk me, luv, we’re married already, and I am carrying your glorious spawn.” She joked, making him throw his head back and laugh.

She smiled bigger and turned her head to look at him. She was truly a lucky woman.

Y/n turned her head after hearing the screams in the red carpet. 

Her smile falter a little, their eyes met for a second—of course he would be here, he was nominated to seven awards—, for a moment she can swear she sees sadness and regret in his green eyes as he takes her in. She smiles brighter—a fake smile, but no one apart from the two men in the red carpet knows— and greets him from a distance, like they were never more than old acquaintances, like they never were engaged, like they never loved each other.

He made his choice. She made hers.

Life moves on.

She left him in her past. Harry Styles was a sentence in the book of her life. 

Andrew is her present and her future.

Harry was jus the guy that wrote songs about her but were never man enough to go against his management and claim her public.

She looks ahead as Andrew and her are guided through the carpet by a assistent.

[whumped-by-glitter]

WOW's Birthday Event Day 4: Electrocution / Waterboarded / "Anything but that!"

⚠️ CW: Electrocution, Waterboarding, Non-Sexual Nudity (mentioned), Torture. (please let me know if I missed anything)

A HUGE shout out to @3-2-whump for beta reading so I could get this out today!

Day 3 Here <

Youngest was dragged off. They kicked and thrashed as hard as they could, cussing the men who held them out. One of them had finally had enough of it and punched them hard in the stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and cooperate, or you’ll get worse,” the man growled harshly.

Youngest doubled over, the wind knocked out of them, and collapsed. Before they could catch their breath, they felt themselves be hoisted up again. This time Youngest complied. They knew a cracked rib would make escape more difficult, they reasoned. They needed to stay focused on getting Whumpee and getting out of here. Maybe being captured isn’t such a bad thing, they’ll find Whumpee quicker this way, right?

When the hood was finally removed, they found themselves in a small sterile room with a single table that was about 6 feet long. The handcuffs were removed but before they could struggle, they were forced down into a high back chair. Their heart sank. This looked like an interrogation room. Whumpee was nowhere to be seen.

Their arms were secured to the armrests then their ankles to the chair legs. A sickening fear emerged when the head of a leather strap appeared in their field of vision. It was pulled across their throat by a set of dexterous hands. Youngest could hear it be pushed back through a hole on the other side of their throat before being pulled uncomfortably tight. They then heard it buckle behind them. They were completely immobilized.

Youngest could hear the door open behind them open. Whoever just came in caused the men on either side them to snap to attention.

“Well, well,” a voice came low in menacing before revealing itself. “it’s not every day my enemies come crawling to me on their hands and knees,” the man sneered, settling down in chair on the opposite side of the table.

Claudio! Youngest realized. They flushed red slightly at his taunt.

“So why did you come here?” Claudio asked in a light, somewhat amused tone.

“Release me, and release Whumpee to me and I will leave you unharmed,” Youngest demanded, summoning all of the bravado they could. Even to them the words sounded weak though.

Claudio gave a hearty, deep laugh. Wiping a tear of amusement from the corner of his eye, he replied breathily “Ooh, an ultimatum, I’m terrified. Exactly what do you plan on doing when you can’t even move?”

Youngest just spat at Claudio as the man leaned in to wait for an answer to his mocking question. Youngest flashed a grin when it hit him in the face.

Claudio’s face flashed anger momentarily before returning to his bemused expression and laughter. “Feisty, aren’t we? I like it.” He nodded at a guard that then proceeded to taser Youngest.

The electricity surged through Youngest’s body. They jerked and thrashed, their body moving on its own.

“Let’s get one thing clear boy,” Claudio hissed dangerously, “you are in no position to make demands, and certainly in position to be making ultimatums. Now, where’s the rest of your team? If you’re here, the rest can’t be far.”

“Bite me! I’m not telling you a damn thing, you bastard!” Youngest snarled in defiance.

“Cut off their shirt,” Claudio ordered one of the guards, grabbing the taser from the other. They strode confidently to the others side of the table. He leaned against it, not quite directly in front of Youngest. “Listen here you little shit, you’re going to tell me what I want to know. It’s up to you how much damage you're going to sustain before then.”

 Claudio turned to the guard closest to him, nodding his head to the door, before following the guard out. “Bring me a dog,” Claudio ordered once out of earshot of his detainee.

It only took a few minutes before one of their trained attack dogs was brought to Claudio on a leash.

Claudio walked back into the interrogation room, the guard behind him had the dog in tow.

“Okay now where were we? Oh yes, ‘bite me’ I think was what you said. Say that again and Fido here will make it happen,” he gave the large Doberman a pat.

Youngest grew silent, eyes wide, flicking nervously to the muscular dog. They squirmed nervously.

“Now back to what I want know,” Claudio picked up the taser again. “Where are your friends hiding?”

Youngest flicked a glance over at the dog again, then back to Claudio. “Get fucked!” Youngest belted out, rashly. They did not want this man to know they were alone.

“Wrong answer,” Claudio chided menacingly.

The taser made contact with Youngest’s bare chest. Electricity tore through them once again. The restraints bit into their skin as their body contorted involuntarily with the current. Claudio hit them with it an additional two more times in quick succession, leaving Youngest panting for air. Their blood trickled out from under the restraints around their neck and wrists.

Before Youngest could get anything else out they were beginning unbound. Momentarily freed, they tried desperately to fight, but could not muster the strength. They were slammed to the table on their back, once again knocking the wind out of them.

Before they could recover Youngest found themselves being strapped to the table, once again completely immobile. They felt the legs of the table near their head be brought down. Youngest was now laying on an angle, their feet higher than their head. Claudio put a rag over their face, obscuring their sight.

“No, please! No! No!” Youngest screamed and struggled, realizing what was about to happen.

“You had your chance” Claudio sneered.

Youngest could hear the distinct scrape of a metal bucket against the floor. They braced themselves as best they, inhaling a deep breath.

Water began to pour over their nose and mouth. They almost instantly began to panic as the water burned going up their nose and into their throat. Their lungs began to ache then quickly burn. The breath they took in was forced out by the pain and fear. Instinctively they tried to gasp.

Gasping made it worse, so much worse. They gasped in water and wet rag, causing sheer unadulterated terror to engulf their body.

‘I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!’  Panic rushed through Youngest’s veins. The panic and sheer terror intensified as they tried to thrash, to buck, to do anything, but they couldn’t move more than arch their back an inch off of the table.

Youngest had never in their entire life had ever felt terror so raw, so all encompassing. Their lungs burned, their throat burned, their nose burned. They couldn’t move, they couldn’t scream, they couldn’t BREATHE.

Finally, blessedly the stream stopped. Youngest gasped in air, more intensely aware of how precious it was. Their face was wet from tears and water as the rag was peeled away. They coughed and sputtered.

“Where is your team? Where is Leader?” Claudio asked, grasping Youngest’s cheek, drawing blood.

Youngest could do nothing but cough and pant. They couldn’t find their voice. Their eyes were still wide with fear.

“Tsk, no answer? Okay then,” Claudio laughed cruelly. He began to put the rag back over Youngest’s face.

“N-no, please, a-anything but that,” Youngest croaked out weakly, their throat raw. They started sobbing.

“Oh, so you have an answer for me?” Claudio cooed.

“I-I came alone,” they reluctantly admitted, finally cracking.

“Oh, you have, have you?” Claudio narrowed his eyes, causing Youngest to flinch and shudder. “I would say smart boy for fessing up, but it would seem you are incredibly stupid.” Claudio gave the still bound captive a condescending cheek pat, “you pissed yourself too, you’re stupid and a coward.”

Youngest laid there, exhausted and completely embarrassed. everything from last night and today hit them all at once. The fight with leader, the run, their capture. The physical and mental exhaustion from the torture made so that they could barely lift their head.

Claudio turned away from Youngest to the guards. “Strip them, then throw them in solitary confinement.” He instructed, then glanced back at his prisoner, “if he struggles, rough him up.” Claudio left Youngest alone and vulnerable with the guards and attack dog.

Claudio’s Parting words struck deep. Youngest had nothing left in them, just exhaustion, pain, and an unbearable shame that ran so much deeper than just pissing their pants. The only thing they could think was ‘will leader even come?’

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Dark Betrayals Part Ten

Sebastian 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️ Ominis

It is time for MC to admit the truth, as painful as it will be. (I'm sorry 😭💔)

Triggers: violence Master List

Chapter 10 - The Truth Hurts

Her admission that they needed to talk confirmed the suspicion in Ominis' mind that things between himself and MC were dire. He had been right to assume that a proposal of marriage would be the last thing that she wanted. It was going to make this conversation even harder. His hands clutched at her warm ones in his lap, savouring the feel of her a moment longer before he let them go, pushing them off his lap away from him.

"Ominis, what is it?" She asked.

He could hear the strain in her voice, the breathless way she spoke. Tonight must have been a tough one for her, duelling after her injuries. He had been worried for her, of course, but he could smell the delicate scent of citrus and cinnamon. Sebastian had been there. As he always would.

Hardening himself against the fallout that was about to come, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out the little velvet box. He heard her intake of breath as he held it up in his fingers.

"Marvolo gave me this, along with an ultimatum," he said. The air stretched tense and thick between them. "We marry and produce heirs, or Daisy and Sebastian suffer."

MC was silent. Ominis could feel the thud of his heart against his ribs as she processed his words, he heard her shift and get to her feet.

"I will kill that bastard," she said. Her voice was so cold, so against everything he believed she was. But, he was not surprised. Had he not said as much to Marvolo?

"He keeps shifting the boundaries of our agreement, making up the rules as he goes along," she seethed. He could hear her begin to pace on the rug in front of him. "He has to be stopped. I can do it. I can stop him, and then he won't be able to hurt anyone anymore, including you."

Ominis tried to imagine Marvolo dead. A scenario he had fantasised about many a time, especially when he had been younger and suffered torment at his older brother's hand. The satisfaction of knowing Marvolo had suffered would be a tempting idea. But, when it came down to it, he was blood. He was family. He was a son, a husband, a brother. To kill him would go against everything that Ominis had tried to stand against since he was small.

Murder could never be the answer. There had to be other ways to solve the problem. Had it not been the reason that he had pushed Sebastian away? He had resorted to murder to solve his problems, and Ominis had not wanted that life for MC.

She had found herself on that path anyway, no matter how he plotted and schemed to make it not so. It was a gutting feeling to realise that all his manipulation had been for nothing. MC and Sebastian had found each other again. They were still dealing out death, and he was standing by the wayside alone.

As he had sat pondering Marvolo's threat, and knowing that MC would react this way, the darkest corner of his mind had stroked up against the idea of using magic to control her. Marvolo was always telling him to think like a Gaunt, to take what he wanted no matter what, and a swift Imperio would see MC as his wife. His forever.

Ominis shivered again as the thought swirled darkly in the back of his mind. She would never see it coming. Not from him. And, that was the crux of the matter, wasn't it? Not from him. Because that was not who he was. For years, he had tried to control her with his words, keeping her here with him when she probably would have chosen to disappear with Sebastian back when they were teenagers.

He could not keep her in a cage, and he realised he didn't want to. That was not love.

"I understand why you want to punish Marvolo," he said quietly. "But no, you won't kill him. There needs to be another way to stop this. I assume that is your true feelings on the matter, MC? You wish to stop this. You do not wish to marry me, regardless of my feelings on the matter?"

Her feet paused on the rug, and he held his breath. There it was. That was the question. Her answer would determine their course of action.

"I am sorry, Ominis," she said softly. "But, no. I don't think that marriage is a good idea."

The last delicate strands of his hope snapped and drifted away. His fingers curled tightly around the velvet box, and he had the urge to launch it into the crackling snap of flames in the fireplace. His heart seemed to crack and shrink, a dull ache in his chest, and he concentrated on his breathing as he absorbed the spoken truth.

He nodded, slowly. "Do you have a suggestion for how we deal with this?"

"I...I will disappear," she said. "And I will take Daisy with me. I just need enough time to earn the gold through the duelling. That pays more than the shop and will take us far enough away from Marvolo for good."

The ache in his chest tightened and twisted. She would disappear. For good. The thought of never hearing her voice again or listening to the steady rhythm of her breaths as she slept beside him was a pain that almost stole his breath.

"It sounds like you have already thought this plan through," he said. He slipped the ring back into his pocket and stood, gripping his wand that showed him the shadowy, familiar outline of MC before him. It felt like that outline was about to evaporate into nothing, never to be seen again. His voice trembled. "Were you ever planning on telling me, or were you going to slip out in the night when you finally decided to leave me?"

Her shadowy outline moved forward, her voice thick with tears as she spoke. "No, Ominis, I wouldn't just leave...I'm so sorry, please," she said. "If I don't kill Marvolo, then leaving is the only other option."

"You were against the idea when I mentioned it before," he said. "Or was that only because it meant leaving with me?"

She sucked in a breath. "It wouldn't be fair to uproot your life just for me, Ominis. Not when I don't think I can give you what you want."

The shadowed outline of her arm lifted up towards him, and he side stepped out of her reach, knowing that he wouldn't be able to maintain his tight control the moment that those lovely hands touched him.

"Ominis," she sobbed.

He moved further back away from her, wand up. "And when you go, will Sebastian be going with you?"

Her arm dropped. "No. He doesn't know I'm going," she said. "I haven't told him yet."

Ominis tilted his head, thinking that over. He wasn't convinced, and after what Sebastian had said to him in that office, there was no way he would let MC go so easily.

"You expect me to believe that? You come home reeking of him...and don't pretend to be shocked," he bit out. He had heard her little gasp and was buying none of it. "Sebastian fobbed me off with pathetic excuses, but you MC, you are going to tell me the truth!"

"He doesn't know!" She insisted.

"But you have fucked him, haven't you!"

His voice burst painfully from his throat, loud in their living room, an ugly truth that had been hanging between them for days. It was not a question, not in the slightest.

"Ominis, please..." She whimpered.

Ominis felt his control snap at the little plea. In two strides he had covered the space between them. He heard her gasp, the choked off sob that cracked in her throat as he circled his long, cold fingers around it. He felt the cords of her neck go rigid, her throat rolling against his palm as he squeezed, shoving her back until she hit the wall near the kitchen door. Rage was cold as it got a hold of him. The thud of her head as it smacked against the wall was oddly satisfying.

MC was powerful, she could kill him with the flick of her wrist like anyone prepared to utter the correct words, but this one, this little witch could do it with the power that flowed in her blood. But, he didn't care. It was satisfying to make her squirm and choke, suffer as he had suffered through all the hours of waiting for her to come home every night.

Her hands slipped over his wrist as she tried to loosen his grip, but she didn't fight too hard, her whole body tensing as he lifted his wand hand, the tip moving close to her face.

He wasn't going to do anything. The swirling, tempting darkness in the furthest corners of his mind were whispering foul things, but he wouldn't. He just wanted to make his point.

"Tell me the truth," he said quietly. His voice low, demanding. "Did you let him put his hands on you? Did he taste you with his mouth?"

She choked and squirmed, her hands pulling at his wrist, a whispered, strangled yes slipping from her lips. He felt the movement as she nodded, and felt the pain slice through him again, his chest caving a little more.

The flesh of her neck seemed to burn against his hand and he yanked it back, not wanting to feel her under his skin. MC coughed and gasped as he stepped back away from her.

"I'm sorry," she croaked. He felt her hand brush his arm, fingers trying to clutch, but he pulled away from her, cringing from the feel of her touch.

Her apologies meant nothing to him in that moment. His mind was reeling with the truth now that it was fully out in the open. His ears rung with it, and he thought he might explode with cold rage. The darkness in his mind was creeping forward, and he was scared of what he might do, how far she could push him.

"Get out," he said coldly.

She didn't move, didn't speak. Irritation and a little fear slid along his spine as the seconds stretched, and he still didn't hear her move. He turned towards her, wand up, to see she was still against the wall, hands to her neck. "I said, get out!"

"But..."

"Get out!"

He was shaking now, his hands trembling so hard that her shadowy image was warped as she jumped at his yell and moved away from the wall, her hand held up. She had to leave before he did something he would regret.

"A...alright, I'm g...going, I'm going," she stuttered. "I'm so sorry, Ominis. Truly."

He turned his back to her, unable to bear the thought of her looking at him as his control remained out of reach. He heard her tears as she took her robe from the hook, and then the door opened. When it closed, the soft click of the lock sounding, Ominis slumped. His pain was all consuming as he allowed the tears to come.

He had opened the cage door to let her fly, and she was going to fly away, forever.

....*....

MC stumbled down the steps from the house into the darkened street outside. She turned, tears streaming down her face as she looked back at the front door. Her heart was breaking at the pain on Ominis' face, a pain that she had put there. She had never wanted to hurt him, but she had.

He had known all along. He knew she had been with Sebastian, and it was his nose that had sniffed it out. How could she have been so stupid to forget how strong his sense of smell was. Cringing in shame at the thought of her being beside Ominis in bed while he could smell what she had done, MC covered her mouth with her hand, guilt swamping her.

She began to walk. London at night was dangerous, but she paid no heed to the shadowed street, the hazy layer of smog filtering out the weak glow of fading lamps. She didn't really know where she was going. She was wandering, her mind lost in her guilt, her shame. She kept putting her fingers to her bruised throat where he had choked her, the cold rage on his face had sent shivers down her spine, in that look she had seen a glimpse of the Gaunt in him, she had seen a flicker of Marvolo in the way he had glared. It was a sobering moment.

She stopped to get her bearings and didn't recognise the street that she was on. A figure moved ahead of her, emerging from underneath an archway, cloak billowing. Her fingers strayed towards her wand, even though it could be a Muggle. She glanced to the side and spotted an alleyway shrouded in darkness, and she hurried into it, shivering against the damp, chilly air. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and Disapparated.

The courtyard at the rear of the Black Rose was empty when MC Apparated into it. She avoided looking at the wall that she had blasted Gren against, an action that had started all this chaos over the last couple of weeks, and she entered the rear of the pub. The sounds of carnal sin filtered through the whore's rooms as she hurried down the corridor towards the bar. Despite the late hour, there were customers still there, and some of them gave her curious looks as she headed towards Cole who was serving. MC realised she must look a state from all the crying and she wiped at her cheeks with the backs of her hands.

Cole looked her over and reached for the bottle of Firewhiskey, pouring out a shot and placing it before her. "Get that down you, love," he said. MC grabbed the glass and threw it back. Cole's gaze lingered on her throat, and his eyes narrowed. "Rough night?"

She nodded. "A bit. Is Daisy free?"

He shook his head. "Entertaining," he said. He poured another shot into her glass, his eyes on her neck again. "You didn't get marks like that from no duelling. Who had the guts to try that kinda shit with you?"

Her fingers touched her throat, the flesh still tender from the bite of Ominis' long fingers. "Is it bad?"

Cole lifted his eyebrows. "Not terrible, but it ain't gonna take a genius to figure out someone tried to throttle you."

"Nothing I didn't deserve," she muttered. She dug around in her pocket for a gold coin and slid it across the bar. "Hit me with another."

Cole's brow furrowed as he took the coin and left the bottle beside her, moving off to serve another customer. MC topped up her glass and drank, throwing back the hard liquor, trying to numb the ache in her chest as she waited for Daisy to finish with her client.

....*....

The night slipped by, and MC didn't come home. Ominis sat in the chair by the fire, unable to bring himself to climb the stairs and get into the bed that was empty, which would remain empty. He tried not to think about it, but he could only assume that she was in Sebastian's bed right now. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

MC had always loved Sebastian. And Ominis had always known it. He had hoped she would forget him, but she hadn't. As soon as she had arrived at Hogwarts, Sebastian had been drawn to her. It had been almost inevitable that their immediate bond would deepen and grow stronger. The couple that slayed together should have stayed together.

Ominis pulled out the little velvet box and tapped it thoughtfully against his lips. Despite his pain, he still loved MC. Marvolo was going to hurt Daisy, hurt Sebastian, until MC did what he wanted her to do. Not only that, he refused to produce children, ever. The thought of Marvolo putting a child inside MC made him feel physically ill. Ominis wasn't prepared to let any of it happen.

Daisy was a whore, but she didn't deserve to suffer at the hands of his brother. Sebastian was the bane of his existence, but their friendship had got him through some of the most difficult years in his life. Despite loving the same girl as him, Sebastian hadn't done anything else to wrong him, not really. Ominis had done everything he could to chase Sebastian away, and while he would probably do it all again, he knew that if he went to Sebastian and told him about this little marriage problem, he would do whatever it took to help MC.

Despite everything, the thought of Marvolo going after Sebastian did not sit right with Ominis. Sebastian had held Ominis' hand, held him in tight embraces at night when the terrifying nightmares had sent him shivering from the bed covers to cower in the corner of their dormitory. Sebastian had helped him face his darkest moments, moments planted in his mind by his sadistic older brother, and now he had one more favour to ask of his old friend.

....*....

The lackeys were spreading out the fresh sawdust into the pit ready for the evening's duels when Sebastian wandered through with the bag of gold. He stopped at each lackey, handing out their daily wage as he went, exchanging a few words with some of them about tonight's contenders. MC was working her way up the table. She was four away from hitting the top spot now, and she had impressed the lads who worked here. She was a favourite amongst them, it seemed.

"Hey, Sallow!" Sebastian looked up at the lackey that had called to him from the tunnel entrance. The lad looked worried, glancing over his shoulder. "You got a visitor, says it's urgent."

Sebastian frowned and took a step forward, pausing immediately when Ominis appeared behind the lackey. Sebastian's eyes widened. Urgent? His thoughts immediately went to MC. He bounded across the pit and up the steps towards Ominis.

"Hello, Ominis," he greeted. The lackey eyed them both warily, his gaze nervously looking Ominis up and down. He was dressed entirely in expensive black robes and did look rather intimidating. However, Sebastian could tell that Ominis had not slept, and his face was tight. "This is rather an unexpected visit. What can I do for you?"

"You sound surprised to see me here," Ominis said. "Is MC not here with you?"

Sebastian frowned again. "No, she doesn't usually get here until after lunch time for training," he said. "Is something wrong?"

Ominis turned to the lackey still standing beside him, lifting his wand a little. His brow furrowed coldly. "What are you still doing here? Go and find somewhere else to be," he hissed.

Sebastian gave the lackey a subtle shake of his head, and the lackey nodded, backing up away from them, his eyes wary as he disappeared back down the tunnel.

Ominis turned back to Sebastian. "We need to talk, somewhere private."

....*....

When MC woke, she groaned and held her head, her stomach churning from all the whiskey she had consumed. The bedding smelled of cheap perfume and lavender, and she rolled over, rubbing her face and blinking in confusion. She was most definitely not at home. Then last night flooded back in, and she groaned again. That's right. Ominis had thrown her out.

A little hand swept hair back from her face, and she blinked up at Daisy's worried face. "I bet your head is banging, ain't it?" She asked and grimaced. "You were roaring drunk last night, honey."

Tears flooded MC's eyes and she tried to fight them back. "I fucked up, Daisy," she whispered.

"Oh, honey, I know," Daisy said. She hugged MC tightly. "I know. You told me last night. It's okay. We'll figure something out. Don't worry."

MC tensed and pulled back, looking at Daisy. "What exactly did I tell you?"

Daisy threw a glance towards the closed door, lowering her voice to a low whisper. "You've been taking Sebastian to bed, your man kicked you out, and Marvolo gonna force you to marry him anyway and have his Gaunt babies," she said. She tilted her head. "That about right?"

MC put her hands to her face. "Oh, Merlin," she groaned. "Did anyone else hear all that?"

Daisy shrugged. "I don't think so, but you were proper hammered. I don't know what you said to anyone else."

"Fuck," MC sighed. She eyed Daisy. "We've got to run. Me and you. I'm going to get the gold together, and we are getting the fuck out of here."

Daisy gaped. "MC, no!"

MC nodded. "Yes. We have to. Marvolo is going to rip us all apart when he finds out Ominis threw me out."

Daisy look panicked. "But, where will we go?"

MC felt tears burn her eyes again. "No idea. But, we will figure that bit out once I've got the gold."

"What about Sebastian?" Daisy asked. "Won't Marvolo kill him?"

MC's stomach rolled viciously. "Not on my watch," she said through gritted teeth.

....*....

Sebastian had led Ominis to the office they had been in while they had waited for MC to wake up. Sebastian was careful to check that they had not been followed and placed a silencing charm on the room before they could talk. He had sat Ominis in the same chair and offered him a drink, which Ominis declined.

At his prompt, Ominis had then divulged the details of Marvolo's newest demand and MC's confession of her betrayal, followed by the fact that he had no idea where she currently was. Sebastian had a fairly good idea where she would be and would be checking on that as soon as he was done here. He pushed his hands through his hair and sat back against the edge of his desk.

"Fuck," he breathed. He eyed his old friend, again noting the shadows under his eyes, the tightness around his mouth. "For what it is worth, I am sorry. It could not have been easy for you to come here today."

Ominis remained stone faced, his head turned a little away from Sebastian. "I didn't come here to talk about me," he said. "I came here to discuss how we are going to fix the problem of Marvolo. It is unacceptable for her to be subjected to brutality in order to breed an unwanted child, neither should you or Daisy have to die for such a thing."

Sebastian frowned. "And what are you suggesting we do about it?"

Ominis smiled. A small, cold smile. "I have a plan, and I want you to help," he said. "If you love MC as much as you say you do, then it shouldn't be a problem."

Sebastian had the feeling he wasn't going to like this plan, but Ominis was right. There wasn't much he wouldn't do, especially for her. "Go on," he said.

"MC and Daisy need to leave, preferably leave the country, far out of reach," he said. "We shall secure the funds to allow this to happen, ensure their safe departure, while you disappear in a different direction. You will be leaving a false trail for Marvolo to follow in order to give the girls a chance to escape."

MC leave the country? Without him? Sebastian clenched his jaw. No. He did not like this idea one bit. He narrowed his eyes. "What about you?"

"I shall be the heartbroken fiance left behind, of course," he said bitterly. "Shouldn't be too hard to pull off."

Sebastian winced and rubbed his hand over his mouth. "And does MC know about this plan?"

Ominis smirked. "Oh yes, in fact, the running away with Daisy part was her idea. She has been planning it all along, apparently."

Sebastian froze. "What? She has?"

Ominis turned his head towards Sebastian, and a small, humourless chuckle slipped from his lips. "My, my, so MC was telling me the truth for once. You really didn't know about it," he said. His lips curved smugly. "Yes, she has been saving her duelling gold with the intention of leaving me, and taking her little whore with her."

Sebastian knew she had been up to something by that look that she'd had in her eyes during training, the way she had hesitated to tell him. It did not sit well with him that she had been planning on running away without telling him. It hit like a fist to the stomach, and he grit his teeth.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Ominis said. "It appears she was planning to leave us both."

"When are you proposing to carry out this little get away plan?" Sebastian asked. "I'm surprised you want to help her at all."

"I love her, Sebastian. Despite everything, I just want to see her safe. No more duelling, no more threats. I'm going to set her free from her cage, just as you told me to. And we need to do it soon. Two weeks, maybe less."

Something pulled inside Sebastian, a familiar deep feeling filled with memory. He looked at his old friend, and that feeling ached, filling his chest at the sound of Ominis' tired, sad voice. It reminded him of being a boy, a boy full of big dreams, Ominis at his side, the world full of adventure.

Dark clouds had come to steal those dreams, and they were twisted versions of those young boys now. He swallowed hard as his memories came into play.

He stood and moved towards his old friend. He hesitated but then placed a hand on his shoulder gently. "Alright," he said. "I will help you. And I can add something to the plan as well, something that will be a last stab at Marvolo after the girls are gone."

Ominis tilted his head curiously. "I'm listening."

Sebastian looked down at Ominis. "First, how do I know this isn't some kind of set up? How do I know you aren't going to throw me at Marvolo's feet in revenge? Or let it slip that this is all my idea?"

Ominis shrugged. "You don't," he said simply. "Just know that if anything happens to you, MC is likely to never forgive me. And we both know how savage our little bird can be when provoked."

He wasn't wrong. But, Sebastian still had a wariness about this. Ominis had been threatening to have him sent to Azkaban for years, why would he suddenly have a change of heart?

"Let's discuss matters further with MC," Sebastian finally said. "After all, this is for her sake. Let's see what she has to say about it."

"As you wish. Where is she?"

"I have a fairly good idea," Sebastian said. "Let's go."

To be continued... part 11

[yjano]

Never The Same.

Part 13.

Pairings: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, smut, other pairings;), traumatic experiences.

Words: 5.3k

Author's note: Hey there, guess who's back with a new story? Yes, yes it's me. Honestly, this story is going to be a big piece of work and a lot of angst. It's not connected to the game at all. Because I always want to try something new and newer. Read it only if you're into angst stories, please. Thank you and let's go!

A small yawn left my mouth as I slowly began to wake up. It was the morning after Jake had told me all those sweet things and immediately butterflies began to fly around in my belly at the thought of yesterday. He had been so sweet to me and I was pretty sure I began to like him more and more.

The fact that Jake didn't push me into anything sexual was super special to me. In my past relationships, I had always hated it when my boyfriend got tired of waiting for me and eventually gave me an ultimatum. Have sex with them or they will leave.

Of course, I hadn't given in to any of them with my first ex being an exception. The fact that Jake had said that he would want the both of us to be completely ready was something that flattered me a lot. It made me appreciate him so much more than I already did.

Slowly I began to open my eyes, only for a sad look to immediately form on my face. Jake was already gone to his office and while I knew he had to work I couldn't help but miss him already. Jake had been all that had occupied my mind lately and I loved to spend time with him. Being around him just felt so right to me.

Suddenly an idea popped into my head and a big smile began to form on my face. I knew where Jake's office was, so why not visit him while he was working? He wouldn't mind, right?

Quickly I jumped up from my spot on the bed and within 30 minutes I was completely ready and making my way over to the elevator. If I missed Jake so much I shouldn't sulk about it and be sad all day, I should do something about it.

I was Mc Estrada, not some schoolgirl who was afraid every time they saw the person they liked. I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it.

Quickly I pressed the button for the elevator and it didn't take long for it to reach his floor. As soon as the big doors opened themselves I quickly got in and pressed the button for the floor I wanted to go to before pressing the button for the doors to close multiple times.

Even though I knew damn well that pressing that button multiple times wasn't going to help make those doors close any faster but I couldn't help myself. I got very impatient with being able to see Jake and I would do anything to speed up the process of being able to hug him again.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the doors to start closing, and once they were completely shut the elevator began to move to my destined floor. A big smile was still present on my face and I slowly rocked back and forth on my feet. I couldn't wait to get the hug I wanted so badly.

It didn't take long before the familiar sound of the elevator reaching its destiny sounded through the room and immediately an excited feeling began to form in my chest. I was almost at my destiny. Now only these stupid doors needed to open and then I would stand face to face with the big door that would lead to Jake's office. Let's just hope Jake wasn't busy so that he could give all his attention to me.

As soon as the big doors of the elevator opened I quickly walked out before running over to the big wooden door which was separating me and my lover from seeing each other. Quickly I raised one of my fists and knocked on the door before a soft 'Come in' could be heard from the other side.

Immediately I opened the big door and a loving smile made its way onto my face as soon as I saw him sitting behind his big desk. As soon as Jake realized who it was that had been knocking at his door, his face immediately lit up and a big smile broke out on his face.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asked, a surprised look on his face. Immediately I began to walk into the office and closed the door behind me.

"I just missed you and I want to cuddle," I confessed while a shy tone was lacing my voice. A small smile began to form on Jake's face and he waved me over to him. Quickly I made my way over to where Jake was sitting before sitting down on his lap.

"I missed you so much this morning."

Jake softly began to laugh before wrapping his arms around my middle and pressing me a bit closer to his chest.

"I missed you too, baby." He spoke before leaning in and planting a kiss on my lips.

Immediately the butterflies from before returned to my stomach and a red blush became visible on my face. Nevertheless, I leaned in and kissed him on his lips while looking at him with desire in my eyes. I needed him to be close to me.

Soft pecks on the lips turned into a full make-out session and before both of us knew it, I was straddling Jake's lap while Jake had one hand on my butt while the other was keeping my head in place.

Both of us shared touch after touch and a feeling of desire took over me as I let Jake lead our kiss. The dominant male was way too good at making me feel all kinds of things and I loved it. Jake made my heart feel things I had never felt before.

Suddenly Jake began to knee my ass and before I even realized it a loud moan left my mouth. A deep red blush began to form on my face but that didn't stop him from doing it again, and again, and again.

"Keep making these sinful sounds baby, they're like music to my ears." He huskily whispered inside my ear when he briefly broke off our kiss.

Immediately after he reattached our lips again before forcefully pushing his tongue inside my mouth and looking for my tongue...

However, as soon as he had found it a loud knock sounded from the door of Jake's office and before he had even had a chance to answer the door was already being opened. Immediately I began to push myself away from him, however, Jake was way stronger and while he did move the hand on my ass and placed it on my middle.

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Jake focus.

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I wouldn't let her escape from my lap. Whoever it was that was disturbing them could see that Mc was mine, and mine only.

"Good morning to you both," Jessy spoke in a cheerful tone as soon as she walked into my office. A smirk was visible on her face and she was slowly shaking her head.

"Did you have fun last night?" She then continued while that smirk was still plastered on her face.

"Get that stupid grin off your face Jessica, nothing happened last night." I immediately shot back at her while an annoyed look became visible on my face. I didn't like to be disturbed, especially when Mc was with me.

"You're so boring." She then spoke to me before sending a wink Mc's way. Immediately Mc hid her face a bit more in my chest while a deep red blush began to form on her face.

"Hate to break it to you two but you've got a visitor Jake." Jessy then spoke and immediately a deep sigh left my mouth. I quickly made Mc sit normally on my lap before gesturing at Jessy to let whoever it was that was here see me.

A surprised look became visible on my face as soon as Richy Roger walked into my office. However, my surprised look quickly turned into a smirk as soon as I noticed the paper in his hand.

"Richy! I take it that you've got something for me?"

Immediately a smirk began to form on Richy's face as well and he nodded.

"Of course, why would I else be here?" He spoke in an amused tone before shifting his eyes from me to the small brunette on my lap. I was known for having a new toy every once in a while. But it's not the case anymore. Richy quickly put the papers on my desk before looking at me once again.

"In these papers is everything I was able to find out about your stepbrother and Valerie. Just read through them and you're completely up to date." He spoke in a serious tone.

"I haven't found out their exact location yet but I'm pretty close." He then added before shifting his eyes to the girl on my lap once again. She had a shy look displayed on her face.

"Is she your new toy?" Richy then asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. Immediately I began to shake my head before protectively wrapping both my arms around Mc's smaller body and giving her a peck on her cheek.

"She's my everything."

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The rest of the part contains smut. If you are uncomfortable reading this then please skip reading. There is nothing you need to read to understand the rest of the story.

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Mc focus.

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Jake slowly adjusted the glasses on his nose as he carefully read through the papers he was holding. He was currently sitting on the couch in his living room with the papers Richy had brought him in his hands.

While Jake was concentrating on the words written on all the papers in his hands I was trying to watch some tv. Unfortunately, the show I was watching was boring and it didn't take long before a deep sigh left my mouth. Why did Jake have to read these stupid papers on the one night I was bored as hell?

"What are you doing?" I decided to ask, innocence lacing my voice. Of course, I knew damn well what it was that Jake was doing but I didn't care. Maybe he would notice I was bored and decide to give me some attention. It was at least worth a try.

Jake briefly looked up from his papers before his eyes shifted back to the papers in his hands.

"I'm reading the papers Richy gave me," He answered in a serious tone before silence fell between the two of us again.

A deep sigh left my mouth once again and I shifted a bit closer to where Jake was sitting before putting my head on his shoulder.

"I'm bored Jake," I spoke in a soft tone before looking up at him with big eyes. If I could just make Jake put down these boring papers then I would be cured of my boredom.

"Baby I'd love to spend time with you but I need to read these papers." Jake then softly spoke before adjusting the glasses on his nose once again. He then focussed his vision on the black words once again and another deep sigh left my mouth.

Why was it so hard to get his attention the one time I wanted it more than anything?

Suddenly an idea popped up inside my mind and a small smirk began to form on my face. Jake's work had been pretty stressful lately, right? Why not let him release some of that tension? A bit of teasing wouldn't harm anyone.

I lately had been thinking about me and Jake and how close the two of us had gotten. Jake had been all that had occupied my mind lately and this evening I had decided that I wouldn't mind if things between me and him went further than making out.

If there was one person I was willing to show my all to then it was Jake. He had done nothing but prove that he was worth trusting and thus I would do exactly so.

I slightly turned my body around before I leaned towards Jake. Before Jake even had the chance to ask what I was doing. I attached my lips to his neck before I softly began to suck on the smooth honey-colored skin.

Softly I began to lick and bite the delicate skin of his neck before detaching my lips from his neck and admiring my work. A beautiful red and purple bruise was proudly decorating Jake's neck and a smirk began to form on my face. There would be no way he would be able to hide a bruise like this.

"Baby, as much as I would love for you to continue I need to read this." Jake then softly spoke while turning his head towards me. A serious look could be spotted on his face and he looked at me with a stern look in his eyes.

Jake wasn't willing to play around at the moment and thus I knew exactly what I had to do. Time to step up my game. Without thinking twice I slowly placed a hand on his thigh before softly squeezing the thick flesh there.

"Mc." Jake immediately spoke in a warning tone once he noticed the challenging look on my face.

Immediately my eyes turned into big puppy eyes and an innocent look was visible on my face. Sure my mind was filled with not-so-innocent thoughts but that didn't matter at the moment.

I was bored and Jake was in no way willing to put those damn papers away and thus I would make him put them away. Teasing Jake was the perfect way to cure my boredom.

Slowly my hand began to travel closer and closer to Jake's crotch and immediately once he noticed what it was that I was aiming for he immediately turned his head while a serious look crossed his face.

"Mc." He spoke once again in a warning tone. I however acted like I didn't hear anything and once I reached my destination my hand slowly began to rub up and down. Immediately Jake's posture visibly stiffened once I increased the pressure on his crotch and a smirk began to form on my face. Let's play a bit.

Slowly I began to fasten the pace at which I was rubbing Jake through his jeans and It didn't take long before I felt his member grow through his jeans and I began to smirk even wider. No way Jake would tell me to stop now.

However, suddenly Jake's eyes darkened and within an instant, I was pushed underneath him while Jake was hovering over me. Slowly he leaned a bit closer until he began to whisper in my ear.

"Don't tease me, baby, I'll make sure you'll regret it."

Before I knew it Jake placed his lips on my own before he began to rub his fingers between my legs.

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Jake focus.

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A deep moan immediately left her mouth and I began to smirk in our kiss. Mc had been asking for it, no way I would let anyone get away with teasing me. Especially not the beautiful girl underneath me.

Quickly Mc's panties got wetter and wetter. Softly she began to whine a bit and immediately I took the hint by beginning to pull down her skirt until the girl beneath me was only left in her panties.

Slowly I pushed my tongue inside her mouth before looking for her tongue. I soon found it and immediately began to lead our kiss. It didn't take long before the both of us were sharing touch after touch while I was still rubbing her through her panties...

Suddenly I bit down on the brunette's bottom lip and a loud yelp unwillingly left her mouth and then she pushed her hips a bit up. I began to smirk in our kiss once I noticed how Mc began to push her hips up and without hesitating I hooked both my hands behind the hem of her panties before pushing them down. They were in the way and thus I needed them gone as soon as possible.

A hiss left Mc's mouth as soon as the cold air hit her down and a deep red blush began to form on her cheeks. She was completely naked, apart from her shirt, and I would be able to see her without her being able to hide anywhere. Slowly I detached our lips before moving my head to her side.

"You're so fucking beautiful baby." I softly whispered before planting a kiss right below her ear. I then began to violently suck and lick her neck before I began to rub her entrance slowly.

"Mm- fuck-" A loud moan left her mouth as soon as I slowly teasingly rubbed her.

Slowly I began to increase the speed at which I was rubbing her and it didn't take long before she turned into a moaning mess.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" I whispered suddenly huskily inside her ear and immediately her eyes grew big the moment I moved my fingers from her wetness to her mouth. "Suck on them."

Immediately she took both my fingers in her mouth before twirling her tongue around them. All the while she kept eye contact with me. I only smirked at her, knowing she would turn into a moaning mess the moment I would stop playing and started the real deal.

After a while of Mc sucking on my fingers, I removed them from her mouth before moving them to her entrance and slowly circling a finger around it again. Immediately Mc's eyes grew big the moment I pushed one of my fingers inside.

"T-that feels so good." She managed to get out as soon as I pushed in another finger and began to push them in and out of her hole. Slowly I began to smile a bit before caressing her cheek.

"I know baby, relax," I answered before scissoring my fingers inside the much smaller girl's hole for her to become more adjusted to my fingers inside of her. Once I began to push my fingers in and out once again suddenly Mc moaned. loudly while squeezing her eyes shut.

"Jake, please." She whined as I began to hit her spot every time I pushed my fingers in again. Moan after moan escaped her mouth.

"Patience baby, I'm not done with you yet," I answered the moaning Mc beneath me while curling my fingers a bit more to hit her spot even better. A smirk could be spotted on my face while I was watching her slowly lose all control.

Mc truly was a real sight to see and she was even prettier while she was a moaning mess, just as I liked.

She began to moan louder and louder while she tightened her grip around my back. I didn't mind at all. All I wanted was to see Mc lose complete control of everything and make her cum. By the looks of it, that wouldn't take much longer.

Just as I had expected she suddenly got taken over completely by immense pleasure. She started cumming all over my fingers and I immediately slowed down the pace at which I was fingering her to let her slowly calm down.

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Mc focus.

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As I was slowly coming back to earth again a big breath of air left my mouth before I locked eyes with Jake. He looked at me with a small smile on his face and immediately I grabbed his face before bringing him down for a kiss.

A determined look became visible on my face once I let his face go again and I slowly began to unbuckle his belt before Jake placed a hand on my hands.

"Baby you don't have to." He spoke in a soft tone but immediately I began to shake my head before flipping the two of us around so that I was now on top.

"You made me feel good, now It's my time to make you see stars."

Immediately Jake's eyes grew big as I wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down. I knew damn well what I wanted to do and I was determined to make him feel just as good as he had made me feel.

As soon as I had managed to get rid of his jeans I began to palm him through his boxers and a small smile began to form on my face as soon as my hand came in touch with his erection.

Jake's dick was still rock hard and if I wanted it I was ready for all the dirty thoughts in my mind. I wouldn't give everything away that easily though. First, it was time for some foreplay before we would finally get to the real deal.

As I was palming him through his boxers a deep moan left Jake's mouth and I began to smirk. Judging from that sound I was doing a good job and I couldn't wait to do some more things for him.

Jake might be the dominant one but that didn't mean that I had to be shy in bed. I had some tricks of my own and I wasn't scared to show them to him.

"Take off your shirt." I suddenly commanded and a smirk became visible on Jake's face. A challenging look could be spotted in his eyes when he locked them with me and I raised one of my eyebrows. What was Jake planning this time?

"Only if you take off yours." He replied in a challenging tone. The smirk on his face was still present and he wasn't making any move to remove his shirt from his torso at all.

Slowly I began to roll my eyes before I grabbed the edge of my shirt and pulled it over my head. The cold air immediately engulfed my whole body and I shivered slightly. There was no piece of clothing left to cover me at all.

Jake's smirk widened the moment he noticed me completely naked in front of him and he slowly sat up to remove his shirt. My eyes immediately grew big the moment I took in Jake's fine body and I gulped visibly. No time to back out now.

Jake might be strong and dominant as fuck but I needed to show that it didn't matter to me. I could ride him just as good as he could fuck me and Jake needed to know this.

As soon as he had removed his shirt I firmly placed my hands against his bigger chest and pushed him down on the couch again before hooking my hands behind the hem of his boxers. I confidently pushed them down and immediately my eyes widened once I noticed Jake's erection springing free. He was bigger than what I was used to.

Quickly I shook my head a bit before I carefully took his erection in my hand. The both of us were now completely naked and it was too late to back out now.

Hell, I didn't even want to back out anymore. Sure everything was gonna be very sensitive to me but that didn't matter to me. If it meant that I could make Jake feel good then I was ready to feel a bit uncomfortable myself.

As I eyed the erection in my hand I slowly brought my mouth closer before slowly wrapping my tongue around the head and slicking him up. If I wanted Jake to fit inside of me, I needed his erection to be as slick as possible. Otherwise, it wasn't going to be very pleasant for me.

As I was licking and kissing his tip. Jake let a soft moan escape his lips before a deep breath left his mouth. I was teasing him and he knew he deserved it since he had done the same to me. I however seemed to be in no rush and I slowly licked around his erection before softly beginning to suck on it.

"Fuck." A loud moan immediately left Jake's mouth the moment I began to bob my head up and down and he quickly reached down to grab my hair. I knew I was damn good at this.

A small smirk began to form on my face as soon as I heard the sinful sound that left Jake's mouth and I quickly decided to speed up my pace a little. He was enjoying what I was doing and thus it wouldn't hurt anyone if I did it for a while longer.

However, I soon decided that enough was enough and a soft pop sounded from my mouth as soon as I detached my lips from Jake's erection. I climbed on top of him again before looking him in the eyes.

Jake's eyes completely darkened once he noticed me looking at him and he slowly licked his bottom lip. Slowly I raised my hips a little before aligning my entrance with Jake's dick. A soft whimper left my lips as I felt his erection poking at my entrance. I took a deep breath before sinking myself.

Immediately tears sprung into my eyes as I felt Jake completely stretch me out and I quickly squeezed my eyes shut. Of course, I knew it wouldn't take long before I would get adjusted to his size but that didn't mean that I didn't feel uncomfortable right now. Suddenly I felt someone grab my hand before softly caressing my palm.

"Relax baby." He softly spoke in a reassuring tone. A soft look was visible on his face and he looked at me with a smile on his face.

A soft breath of air left my mouth and soon I was completely adjusted to the way Jake's erection was filling me up. I opened my eyes again and looked at Jake with a challenging look on my face before placing both my hands on his abs.

"Ready?"

Slowly Jake began to smirk and once he nodded I began to raise my hips before sinking them immediately after. A soft moan left my lips as I felt a spark of excitement rush up my spine.

Softly Jake placed his hands on my hips and once I raised my hips again and began to sink Jake met my pace by thrusting up.

A loud moan left my mouth as I felt the tip of his erection graze my spot and I looked at him with a surprised look on my face. I had no idea I had to ability to recover so fast, however, Jake seemed to know that fact damn well. Every time I raised my hips again and began to build a steady pace Jake thrust upwards and managed to hit my sweet spot.

It didn't take long before soft moans left Jake's mouth once in a while and he seemed to enjoy everything I was doing to him a lot.

Loud moans left my mouth as I was getting the pleasure of Jake constantly hitting my spot. Sparks of excitement kept rushing through my veins and it didn't take long before the familiar feeling of heat began to pool in my lower area once again. I was going to cum again soon.

However, as we were getting closer and closer to our high suddenly a loud ringing sound filled the room. Both of our faces immediately shot to Jake's phone which was ringing loudly on the coffee table and a deep sigh left his mouth before he reached over to grab it while I was still sitting on top of him. He quickly looked at the caller id before a deep sigh left his mouth once again.

"It's Kaden baby, you better try to be quiet." Jake softly spoke before sending a wink my way. Immediately I completely stilled my actions as I heard Jake pick up the phone and a shy look became visible on my face.

If I would make one wrong move now a moan would surely escape my lips and then Kaden would know what the two of us were doing. No way in hell I would risk that.

"This better be important," Jake said in an annoyed tone as soon as he picked up and immediately focused his attention on me. The fact that I had stilled my actions completely wasn't something Jake liked a lot. I could tell it from his expression. He quickly told Kaden to wait a minute before putting his hand over the microphone.

"Did I say you could stop?" Jake spoke in a dominant voice while quirking an eyebrow. Immediately a shocked look became visible on my face and I became at a complete loss for words. What was I supposed to do then? Continue while Jake was on the call with Kaden?

"No, I just assumed-" I began to speak but got silenced once Jake cut me off.

"You better continue or I'll make you regret ever for teasing me today." He then huskily whispered before adding "Oh and you better be quiet. Wouldn't want the whole building to know how good I can fuck you right?"

Softly I began to nod before Jake continued his call and I began to continue riding him at the pace I was doing before. Jake softly placed a hand on my hips and began to guide me into hitting my sweet spot.

Immediately a loud moan began to make its way out of my mouth and I quickly slapped my hand in front of my mouth. I couldn't embarrass myself like that but Jake was doing way too good at making me go crazy. Every time he thrust up he hit my sweet spot and it didn't take long before the familiar feeling of heat became present in my lower area once again.

Tears began to stream out of my eyes once I began to feel the pleasure slowly take over my body and a smirk became visible on Jake's face. While he continued his call with Kaden, he shifted his free hand from my hips to my breast and began to squeeze them teasingly.

Meanwhile, I was still doing my absolute best to be as quiet as possible but I couldn't help the soft moans that kept leaving my mouth as soon as I got closer and closer to my second high.

As soon as Jake noticed how close I was, he quickly cut his call with Kaden short before hanging up on him and tossing the device back on the coffee table.

Not even thirty seconds later loud moans left my mouth as I reached my high. An immense pleasure began to take over my whole body.

.

Jake focus.

.

Seeing the brunette on top of me lose all control for the second time this evening was a sight truly beautiful to see to me. I began to feel the feeling of heat take over my body more and more and seeing Mc like this was the last string I needed before my body got taken over by immense pleasure too.

Thick white cum shot out of my erection and filled Mc up completely as we both slowly rode out our high pleasure. A deep breath of air left both of our mouths and Mc quickly raised herself from my dick before collapsing on top of me and hugging me tightly.

A small smile formed on my face as I looked at her and I slowly planted a small kiss on her forehead.

"I love you so much, baby. You mean the world to me." I softly confessed and a small smile began to form on Mc's face.

"I love you too Jake." Mc softly spoke back before closing her eyes and burying her face in my chest.

Softly I hugged her back tightly before planting a kiss on Mc's head again.

"You have no idea what you do to me, baby."

[sarahfeliciam]

The Ultimatum Ch 15

“Are hungry, dear?” Molly’s voice came loud and loving behind her. “I’ve made pot pie.”

“I’d love that, thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

She offered her a small smile and Molly rested a hand on her shoulder. 

“I know it’s easy to be shaken up; my nerves are ruined hearing about all of this. But you lot coming home safe is enough to fix that. Try to remember that everything is alright now, okay, dear?”

Emeline nodded politely and took in a calming breath. She’d been on the verge of a complete panic attack since the Death Eaters and running back to the portkey and she was so out of her element on how to sooth that. 

Remus always knew how.

She took another rattling breath as she lifted her tea to her lips and the others came bounding down the stairs to come to the table when they were freshened and dressed as well.

She noted that her father’s tea was still best. 

“Hanging in there, E?” George’s voice came first, genuine concern filling the space between them. He sat next to her and watched her closely as Fred took her other side.

“Not going to let this get your Irish spirits down, are you?” Fred asked, chuckling. 

“I’m fine, really. How’s Ginny?” 

“I’m alright!” Her voice chimed through the air as she walked up behind them. 

“She’s safe, that’s what matters.” Arthur smiled, pulling her in for a hug. “The whole lot of you.” 

Emeline felt a tug at her heart and her face fell slightly watching Arthur with Ginny. She tried to focus on Harry and Hermione, also alone in the waters per se, but they were actively in conversation. 

She was about to get up from the table to excuse herself as the twins spoke to each other over her, when a knock came to the Burrow’s front door. 

“I’ve got it, Molly.” Arthur said quickly as Molly set back to work getting everyone’s plates ready.

Emeline peered around the corner from the small dining room and felt her panic melt away as Mr. Weasley opened the door to her father. She shot up from her chair and hurried to the front door as they greeted one another. Once he stepped inside, he grabbed her close quickly and smiled, relaxing for the first time since he’d heard the news. 

“Sweet pup,” he whispered and her soul heard it. “I needed to see you were alright.”

“I understand, Remus.” Arthur smiled. “An owl wouldn’t be enough for me, either. Please, come in. We have dinner ready.”

Remus motioned for Emeline to lead the way and removed his cloak as he followed her. He was greeted jovially once again by his old students and George stood to shake his hand quickly. 

“Very sorry for the circumstances, Professor. A right disappointment to end last night that way.”

“Not your fault, George. And please, call me Remus. I’m no one’s professor now, as I said. I just appreciate you looking after my girl here.” He smiled softly down on her and she smiled back at them both, a familiar pink creeping across her face. 

•

The night passed by peacefully and enjoyably as they all relished time together after the gnawing of how things could’ve gone for any of them. Remus glanced over at Emeline more than a few times, taking in the fact that she truly was here and safe. She didn’t notice his teary gazes as she engaged in chatter with the kids. Having him close gave her confidence in her moments of panic and the worries of last evening were long gone now.

She was finding it easy to calm down with him. She was sure he had that effect on many students past, but it certainly did feel like a specific bond between them. 

When supper was through, she stood to help Molly clear the dishes with the other girls and Arthur turned to Remus.

“Emeline is lovely, Remus. She’s incredibly polite and she helped George keep Ginny safe while we got to the portkey. You should be very proud.”

“I am,” he mused, watching her laughing with the girls as the boys started pestering. “Though I fear I can’t take all of the credit. I’ve only had her a year now.” His face fell sadly and Arthur shook his head.

“I don’t accept that,” he started. “You may not have had a hand her entire life but she has been a part of you and vice versa this whole time. I don’t know exactly what Florence was like, but I do know you and Emeline is a carbon copy in many positive regards.” 

“That’s very kind.” Remus thanked him. “Dinner was delicious, Molly, thank you all again.” 

Molly smiled as she re-entered the kitchen with Emeline behind her. 

“Oh, anytime, Remus. Thank you for trusting us with her for the weekend. I think she wants to head off with you tonight, but she’s always a pleasure.”

Emeline smiled softly and nodded.

“You can stay, Em.” He offered and she gave him a glance that he couldn’t place. “But I’d be more than happy to take you home and bring you to the station tomorrow if that’s what you want.” Her smile erupted and she nodded quickly.

Whatever her look was, he supposed he rectified it.

•

“Well well, look who came crawling back.” Sirius yawned as Remus handed him a plate.

“Molly’s pot pie. She thought you’d enjoy it. And Harry says hello, he sent you another owl.”

“Excellent, I already got the owl. You lot are slow. Enjoyed yourself before the riots broke out?” Sirius continued, and Emeline nodded. 

“It was a great match. And I had a nice time. I’ve just always been a bit of a homebody, so how things ended solidified that. The good news is, I reached out of my comfort zone and I didn’t die. So there’s that.”

Sirius certainly brought out more of her jokingly oblivious side and Remus felt his face go slightly pale at the mention of death. 

“Emeline, remember when we went over Boggarts in class last year?” He asked, quickly off topic. 

“Yes,” she began slowly. “I never got a turn, thoug-“

“-I know. But I think you should practice.”

“Alright?” She spoke hesitantly. “When and why?”

“Now and in light of recent events.” He responded, determined. “I need you to start learning practical defense at a level I’m comfortable with. You need to catchup so you can get ahead.”

“Why do I need to be ahead of everyone else?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

Remus and Sirius looked knowingly between eachother. They didn’t want to frighten her on the brink of such a taxing event and a new year, but they could feel it in the air. 

Just like before. 

Remus settled his breath and chose to respond with ease.

“Because you’re the daughter of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, that’s why.”

Emeline rolled her eyes and looked jokingly to Sirius. “You hear this, Padfoot? He’s a professor again.”

•

When Emeline found herself in the basement, facing a familiar locked chest, she swallowed thickly.

“Are you sure?” She asked, cautiously. 

“Yes, you’re a year behind on this, Em. You remember the incantation?”

“Yes, but I -“

“-Emeline, this is entry level practice. You have this. Trust yourself.”

She nodded and pointed her wand at the chest as Remus unlocked it with a wave of his hand. A Boggart is shapeless to begin, so Emeline wasn’t quite sure what floated up from the chest, all she knew was what was lying in front of her. 

“No.” And only Remus heard it.

Her heart was ready to burst from her chest. With her wand hand shaking, she attempted the counter-spell with trembling breath.

“Ri-“ tears stung at her eyes. “Rid-“ she could barely see through her tears now, the boggart still lying in front of her. 

Anger bubbled inside of her alongside crippling grief and panic. She knew better than this! 

She tried once more before finally collapsing under the weight of her fear, falling beside her father’s dead body just as quickly as the boggart floated up into a full moon and then disappeared back into the chest. 

“No!” She screamed, her body shaking with tears. “Please, Dad!”

She couldn’t feel his hands on her shoulders through her panic. All she could see was him lying in front of her, blood everywhere, gone.

“Pup.” His voiceless interaction grabbed her soul and she sunk back into him. 

“I’m n-never doing that again.” She sobbed, throwing her wand toward the chest. “Don’t ever make me do this again!” She yelled angrily. 

“Okay.” He spoke softly, staring at the chest wearily. “It’s gone.” 

•

In the morning, Emeline slept in as long as she could and Remus didn’t bother to wake her until she’d need to roll out of bed for the train. Everything was already packed and ready and he just couldn’t bring himself to spend a silent breakfast and morning with her sulking in shame.

“Don’t worry about it, Moony. That’s flattering, really.” Sirius quipped over his morning coffee. Remus was leaned back in the chair across from him and looking completely distraught.

“Sirius, please. If she can’t repel a Boggart, what would have happened if she needed to engage at the World Cup? Thankfully it was a scare tactic. Dueling? She would’ve never made it home!” 

Sirius nodded somberly. “I get it, Remus. I do. But Emeline is bright. Fending off Death Eater’s in protection is a lot different than seeing your only family member dead in front of you. A family member you’ve only had for a year, mind you. Cut the kid a break.”

“Sirius, I can’t. You know that; not this time. Things are changing, just like before. I won’t lose my daughter if this is what we fear it is.”

“You won’t lose her, Remus. She will catch on and quickly. Let her breathe a bit for now. She’s got a fresh term ahead.”

“The ministry will never allow advanced practice due to one Dark Mark, Sirius. She’ll learn out of a textbook once again with no practice approach.”

“You don’t know that, Moony. Just give her a break until next holiday. I wouldn’t even mention the boggart again.”

“You don’t have to tip toe around it.” Emeline replied as she entered the dining room, dressed and ready. “It was stupid. I’m stupid.”

“Emeline!” 

“What? I’m sure you are so proud to have a total flake of a daughter who can’t even repeat an incantation that you taught!” 

She grabbed a mug from the cabinet aggressively and paused, staring down at it curiously. 

Remus knew right away.

“They were a matching pair.” 

“Hers broke.” Emeline ran her fingers over the mug’s surface. It had tiny stars all over it. 

Her mother’s was a moon. 

“She was in a foul mood all day that day. Could never figure out why.” She set it back in the cabinet gingerly and Remus stood to come beside her.

“Emeline, I am incredibly proud of you, don’t ever let me hear you call yourself that again. And I will never stop teaching you. I shouldn’t have put that on you after such an eventful weekend. But please trust us: something is off. I need you to be prepared. I need you to be a fighter. I know you’ve got it in you.” 

She looked to her shoes and Remus rested his fingers under her chin to pull her head back up to face him. “Whether what you saw was real or not, pup, you fight. You do anything to protect yourself whether I am beside you or not, am I clear?”

“Yes.” She replied quietly, sniffing back her tears. “Crystal.” 

•

It didn’t feel like an entire days trip had passed when Emeline finally found herself in her familiar Hufflepuff robes and sitting at the shiny wood table of the Great Hall, yet here she was, listening intently to Dumbledore’s announcements.

 The Triwizard Tournament sounded like an exciting break from such a heavy year, before Dumbledore continued on to portray it in an oh-so comforting ‘you could potentially die’, light. 

Just as Emeline attempted to get the attention of the trio or twins, the doors opened to reveal the Beauxbatons girls and her breath caught in her throat.

Calliope

If Emeline had expected to see anyone this year, it was hardly her prior bestfriend. She found herself smiling excitedly as she passed, but when her old friend caught her eye, she glanced away quickly. Sadly. 

Emeline made it a point to try and approach her later and finished the feast listening intently. 

[bengiyo]

Never Let Me Go Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last week, our time on the beach came to an abrupt and painful end as Mam lost her life trying to protect her son. Neungdiao spent one final evening with Palm before drugging him and leaving him alone. Meanwhile, Ben learned about Chopper's dad's violence, and gave Chopper an ultimatum.

Ah, we're seeing more of that night. I do love when shows do this. It feels far more bittersweet.

Oh, Neungdiao. It's so sad that the only way he thinks he can cherish someone is to keep them as far away from him as possible.

How big is this tub?? These are not small boys. I just know hair and makeup is so nervous that water will touch their heads.

I like the harsh cut to Neungdiao alone within the same audio track. Connects the two scenes and turns up the melancholy by letting us know Neungdiao was reminiscing.

Of course we can't skimp on the product placement. Can't go to war if you ain't cute. Make sure you moisturize that face.

Episode Title: Me

Oh good. Neungdiao can do a proper Windsor knot.

Oh but Neungdiao's guards look sloppy. WTF, guys?

Back in this office, and Kit has planted his ass firmly on the throne he thinks should be his.

I love how the conversations in this office get uglier and less veiled as the show goes on. Nuengdiao has a temper, and it is being tightly controlled here.

I was hoping we'd get a scene where Nuengdiao went to check on his mother's condition. He can't leave her unprotected now that he's declared war on his uncle and Phuwin is pretty good at these kinds of somber scenes.

112/67 is pretty good for blood pressure.

Of course he goes to Palm's room at night. He's made the lonely choice, but he's a man that yearns.

Oh, I'm loving these memories of their time on the island. I also like that Nuengdiao is a nerd in his own memories as he regales Palm in details about a study he read. Info dumping as flirtation is underutilized.

I like how Palm flirts back with Nuengdiao by using the knowledge he just gave him.

Oh, Nuengdiao. What will you do with the bed and clothes no longer smell like him?

Poor, Chopper. You may have an incredible actor playing you, but Nuengdiao isn't wrong to mistrust you.

They use Pawin's height and Phuwin's stature really well in this pool scene. Nuengdiao is feeling himself how, so he towers over Phum.

Nuengdiao being honest with his subordinates about his limitations, and encouraging them to share their ideas, is a nice scene. Helps us understand the extent of his ego.

Okay, so Woo paid them and that's how we got the phone. I'm glad that got cleared up.

For once, I like that the suit seems slightly off.

"I want to give my boyfriend a ride, too." 🥴

The driver has been waiting five minutes for this face journey to end.

Uh oh, Ben is death flagging on this redemption signalling. He is right though, Nuengdiao is harsh.

Chopper is going to end up killing his dad to protect Ben and Nuengdiao.

Finally, we're trying to help Chanon.

You just knew Palm wouldn't stay away. But also, where are Nuengdiao's current guards and how did Palm get past them?

I love Phuwin; you can feel the ache coming off of him in Palm's presence.

So these other bodyguards didn't notice Palm tailing Nuengdiao for two weeks? Fired.

Oh, gay boys and their moms.

Palm pulled out that bracelet and was like, "Don't make me tell you twice."

Ugh, I just knew someone was spying. Seriously, these new guards are so bad.

I just don't see Palm turning on Nuengdiao, so I'm excited to see how that threat unfolds in the next episode.

[sbubby-gubbi]

Okay, so late one night I decided to randomly pick an episode from Part 3 and try to describe what was happening in it cause that part tends to be weird. The results below are what transpired from a night of having nothing better to do! (Pic at the bottle related)

Plot of Episode 38 from Lupin III Part 3:

Goemon is framed for cutting off the arm of a mermaid statue that is culturally significant to a small local town. He was given the life sentence/death sentence for this defacing. Lupin and Jigen go and recruit a dolphin to help in finding this lost arm and the major of this small town tells them that the lost arm is in the Santa Marie shipwreck??? The dolphin is now able to talk to Lupin and Jigen through echolocation. The dolphins name is Laetitia, btw. Zenigata is camping out in front of the jail Gorman is at to see if Lupin is gonna come save him. Oh hey, Fujiko is here and she’s parasailing. The dolphin now is crushing on Lupin and is jealous of Fujiko. Zenigata runs into the jail to see if Lupin has broken Goemon out yet. Lupin now has to confess his love to Laetitia or otherwise she won’t bring back the hand she just found. Goemon crushes Zenigata with the stonewall of the jail cell, Ceasar Zeppeli style. Goemon walks out the jail disguised as Zenigata with the major’s secretary but not before Zenigata places a tracking device needle pin looking thing on the Zentetsuken.

Oh, we just got to the halfway point, btw.

Goemon meets up with the rest of the gang. Oh nooooo, Fujiko steals the hand at the last second, who could’ve ever foreseen this?!!??! Goemon treats himself the meal the major’s secretary gave him. But wait, it’s actually a bomb. Goemon couldn’t throw the explosive tofu out of the boat in time and they all explode. Turns out there was a treasure hidden in the hand, whodathunk. Fujiko congratulates the major’s secretary, whose name is Wallace, on his dastardly plans. Gasp, Laetita the dolphin was recording their whole conversation and feeding it to crew!! Lupin and Co. are now drifting in the middle of the ocean with Lupin questioning the life decisions he made up until this point in a buoy. Goemon is angry not because they were almost killed but because Wallace dare use Japanese cuisine to fool him. At least he’s got his priorities straight. Laetitia doesn’t want to take anymore bullshit from Fujiko and Wallace anymore, so she decides to throw herself at them, knocking them both into the water. Wallace shot a net gun at Laetitia, trapping her with the mermaids arm. Seagulls are now perching on Lupin and Co. as they swim back to land. Laetitia was captured and put into an aquarium. Wallace then decides to turn on Fujiko. What a twist! And then the Major came him holding gun to Wallace. This is quite the development! Lupin comes in and saves the day, saying that they’ve rigged the place with explosives. Wow. The place explodes then floods with water, allowing Laetitia to kick ass. I haven’t mentioned this before but Lupin has been wearing a headset this entire episode, dude’s a Scout-looking ass fucker. Lupin is able to take back the mermaid’s arm/treasure. After they swim out from the place they just flooded, they are greeted by the entire ICPO fleet. Way to go, Pops. Laetitia gives Lupin another ultimatum: Marry her or be arrested. Oh man, this is quite the pickle here, lmao. Jigen and Goemon pressure Lupin into forced marriage. Laetita calls on her other dolphin friends and pushes back all of the ICPO boats. A dolphin falls in love with Zenigata. Zenigata is uncomfortable. Fujiko pulls back up and pulls a “jk jk” and then pulls the treasure out from his hands and waterboards away. Lupin is being carried away by his new dolphin fiancé to their dolphin wedding.

And the episode ends there. That’s it.

[sosimsofmaddi]

Reese & Gunnar Make Up

Gunnar was disheveled as he came down the stairs of the small house. Reese sat on the couch below and watched him descend. He wore a pair of sweats and nothing more, and he'd barely left Kelley's side the last two days. Reese had taken food up to him as he sat on the floor next to her son's bedside.

"His fever broke," the lycanthrope told her, rounding the bottom of the stairs to the wall that made up their kitchen. He grabbed for the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.

He'd done that before in the many times he'd been here, but this was different.

He didn't look different though, besides the general exhaustion that came with nursing a sick child. Despite the fact that he'd been here before, that he'd been in the shed, and the yard, and the woods. That he'd been a constant presence in her life for the last year, it was different with him standing here with a small distance between them.

They hadn't been this close in almost two months, and Reese was sick with the distance the whole time. Now that he stood in front of her, there was something light and fluttery and uncomfortable in her chest. It made her feel like she couldn't catch her breath. She grabbed her water and took a long drink, pulling her eyes off the long length of his body and his tattooed bare chest and arms.

"Thank you for staying," Reese said, getting to her feet to gather up the remnants of her breakfast. "I'm going to make Kelley some breakfast if he'll eat. Does eggs and sausage sound okay?"

Gunnar turned as she walked past him, putting them in the same narrow space between the kitchen cabinets and the peninsula counters. He leaned back against the counter, simply watching.

Reese wanted to ask what made him come to the house. How he knew to come two days ago even though he hadn't been here in weeks. She was afraid to acknowledge that time without him, as though that would remind him of why he stayed away.

She took a job with the new logging company coming in to cull some of the woods. Some of Gunnar's woods. He wanted her to quit. She wanted to find out what the company planned to do.

Gunnar gave her an ultimatum, and he walked. She let him.

But she missed him in way she'd never missed anyone. She was good at distancing herself from others -- she'd had a lot of early practice. Her parents' death had felt like such a betrayal to her eight year old mind that she'd been too caught up in anger and resentment to learn how to miss them. Then Roxana and her were split in foster care, and Reese knew it was for the best, so she taught herself not to miss her younger sister. She learned to stop looking behind her.

But with Gunnar, she couldn't stop searching for him, as though she would be able to feel him out there, even as he avoided her. The entire town felt like him, the woods behind her rental especially. The air touching her skin felt like him in his absence, and now she felt raw with the whole of him standing in her kitchen.

Roxana had stormed out when the wolf decided to stay that first night. She'd gone back to the city where her brother lived. Reese hadn't said much to her at all, and barely anything to Gunnar -- certainly nothing that wasn't related to her son's illness.

This morning they were in danger of speaking of more though, and she wasn't sure she could control how much she let out. Despite everything she tried to teach herself about loving other people, she felt her eyes prick with tears. She gripped each side of side of the sink and pulled in a breath, trying to be quiet, trying to hide from the wolf behind her.

But Gunnar heard, and more than that he knew, and he gently took her arm and spun her around to him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her face into his chest and neck, and he squeezed so tight.

"He's going to be okay," he promised into her hair, warm and strong against her. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when he got sick."

She wrapped her arms around his thin waist, against the subtle feel of his ribs. Her breath fanned over his upper chest as she tried to steady herself. She didn't know how he knew when to come; what kind of fate brought him back here when she needed him the most.

"I'm sorry I pushed you away," she whispered, unable to get the words out but needing to say them, to find some honestly with the way she felt. Her chest was leaden with the thought of him leaving, her body weak at the knees and overwhelmed. She didn't want to force his hand, she didn't want to separate them again.

"Shh shh," he murmured, holding her tighter still. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have said what I did. I regretted it immediately."

She pushed her forehead against his shoulder, then leaned back. He was reluctant to let her go, but he did, they stood less than a foot from each other in the small kitchen. "What took you so long to come back then?" she asked, looking up into those forest-floor eyes.

He glanced away toward the screen back door. "I didn't stay away," he admitted, meeting her eyes with meaning. "I've come by almost every other day to make sure you were okay, Reese. I've sat in the woods around your house for hours and listened the sound of you moving around. I wasn't able to go far."

Reese let out a heavy breath. "Oh."

Gunnar reached for her hand, squeezed once, and let it go. "Yeah," he said, and it sounded like an admission.

[saddarkentruths]

I haven't talked to my friend about it yet, but I did put her on "archive" on messenger which basically means u can't see her, but nothing is deleted. And she's on mute, so she can write to me, but it won't pop up on my inbox.

However, if I write to her, she will come back into inbox, but remind muted.

This is something I've done to people when I feel it's too much to see them or the temptation to talk to them, when I have to hold back and not say something in anger or frustration, just out of sight out of mind.

I saw she had sent a message saying she'll press on her bf for when he would meet me, I replied with 👍 then archived her again.

After a while I took a pic of the tea she gave me and told her it was good, then archived again.

She hardly talks to me to begin with, so it's nothing new.

Not much on insta, snap or messenger.

So maybe

Maybe I wouldn't notice her gone?

Would she, or does she think about what will happen if I'm gone?

Maybe her bf is enough..

But if I do meet him I have to stay on track.

Don't show any upset, use the usual silly personality I got going (which is me but I'll obviously be calm when I'm upset), smile and befriend him, maybe?

That will help

I don't think it will

I've already seen the two roads this will go.

It all depends how I will act when I meet him, and then all on his take of me.

If he doesn't like me? Don't want to meet me again?

That's it.

Ultimatum taken.

I'll quickly and quietly be less and less for her, she deserves someone good.

I'm petty, I wouldnt leave her, not for the world. I'm selfish and I know it.

But after all the shit she's been through, despite all, if I have to go for her to be happy?

Then I'll go.

It will hurt, it does hurt, so fucking much.

But at least I'll know I'm not the one who gave the ultimatum

Or am I?

I don't think lying down when realising how much she cares about him goes under this, but maybe I just don't understand it.

Yes I could try and stand up and explain exactly what I see is gonna happen, that ik what's gonna happen, and she knows it does cuz I see it.

And that sounds so stupid now that I'm reading it back.

There's two roads, you're in the middle, do and say this, here's two more roads, and this keeps going until you either realise you went the wrong way or all worked out.

And I already know her, and her emotions, how she's gonna react, and from what I've heard of him, I can see where he's gonna come in, be possessive and steer her away, even tho she says it's fine or he got nothing on her, but it's gonna work, and I see it.

If they do break up and she comes back to me, she can't know I'm cheering inside, but I'll then know its gonna happen again, that maybe I also have to step back and realise we weren't as meant to be as we said.

She's gonna go looking for that "high" again, and maybe that's the time I'll lose her.

I couldn't compete with this, she needs romantic stuff, intimacy and I can't give her any of it.

I just thought she were the same as me when it came to this, but clearly she didn't even know herself

Unless it's all been a lie

Maybe she didn't even know.

What I do know is that if I speak about this, what I feel, I've taken the wrong path, that path doesn't have many other crossroads, and it's not a game u can reload.

So I'll take the quiet road, I'll try to befriend him, it won't work, I already know.

But maybe, I hope, there's still a small chance it will be OK...

Doubt it tho.

[orchid-n-petals]

Oh, I'd be delighted! I co-opted some of my previous dnd characters and the plot of Waterdeep: Dragon Heist for her backstory (just a bit, just for flavour and future storyweaving!). Her appearance will probably change as we get the full character creator (pink horns, amirite?), but here she is in the meantime! (Warning: the read more is long!)

Petal is a draconic bloodline sorceress (of the white variety) and a tiefling to boot (the mephistopheles kind). Her family background is a little complicated; her father, a half-elven sorcerer himself (whose father was a white dragon, ask me about that family drama later) lived in Silverymoon and landed himself a semi-presitigious job as a magister in the city. Enough to be considered nobility on a technical level, not enough to rise to the side of Lady Alustriel Silverhand. Still, he enjoyed a life of relative quietude as his draconic ancestry wasn’t visible on him, so there were no pesky questions.

Now Petal herself was unplanned; her father met her mother, a tiefling woman with a travelling troupe, and they found each other enjoying one another’s company a bit too much on one night in particular. Lo and behold, pregnancy happened and fast forward, Petal was born in the city, where there was a dispute between the parents as soon as her mother recovered; the child already had visible scales, which wasn’t the best sign. On the road, with the troupe, she would have been discriminated against, not to mention that the babe already set the curtains on fire and froze a rat’s tail right off with a laugh, which meant she had quite the penchant for magic, and her mother couldn’t have taken care of her properly. She was no mage, after all, but the child’s father was. So it fell to the father to come up with something.

He asked for a year to figure things out, during which Petal travelled with her mother, causing enough mayhem with small little spells that the troupe gave her mother an ultimatum; either get rid of the child or go somewhere else. So, back to Silverymoon they went, where she gave the babe to the father, whom at this time came up with his most excellent idea; send the girl off to Candlekeep as a ward of one of his friends. Let her study magic and be out of the way, you know? Mind you, this all before she even turned two.

So off to Candlekeep they shipped her with not even a name but a nickname her mother gave her, where it turns out she’s got quite the brains and absorbs knowledge like a sponge. It doesn’t change the fact that her magic is innate, so her training looked a lot different than other wizards, but she was just elated to live in a library fortress, you see. Her caretaker, one Lady Imanen Valturiel of Waterdeep, took her in like her own daughter, so she had a relatively happy childhood. A bit sheltered, even, because it would have been all too easy for people to hurt her with her colourful heritage, but she grew some thick skin about it. It’s not like she didn’t know the prejudices existed, she read books like she breathed air and she’s a sharp one.

She also found herself to be quite the socialite within Candlekeep, easily persuading people to see things the way she wanted to, or simply charming them by being delightful company. Make no mistake though, Petal never did anything out of simple naivety. Lady Imanen raised her better than that; she moulded the little tiefling girl into a smart woman in her own image, and by the time she became a full-fledged adult, everyone knew her in the city.

So it was time to spread her wings, yes? One couldn’t always live as a ward in the shade of their caretaker, after all, and Imanen raised her well. Her initial goal was to network, essentially, trying to gain some life experience by visiting the Blackstaff Tower of Waterdeep where she would be outside of the reach of Imanen, but where her adoptive mother’s name still held enough prestige to open some doors and get her a few people to talk to. She would have handled it from there onwards.

And handle it she did! Except that she wound up in a heist after spending an unfortunate night at the Yawning Portal. However, her networking desires came to fruition as she got to meet, through this adventure, Laeral Silverhand (one of the sisters, at least, if she didn’t get to meet Alustriel), and make a respectable enemy out of Jarlaxle Baenre, but since he has many of those, it didn’t matter quite much. Not that much bad blood there anyway.

After that, though, Elturel happened. Her adoptive mother sent her a letter that to her knowledge, her biological mother was there, and not long after, Petal received the first letter from her biological father, called Feinrir, pleading her to try and find her mother, whose name, as she finally learned, was/is Peony, as far as he knew; not odd for tieflings to not have “proper” names, especially with a background such as Peony’s. It turns out her parents did some rekindling in the background and they had another child, a boy, barely older than fifteen, who was also with her in Elturel.

So, emotional breakdown aside, she leaves Waterdeep and heads for Bladur’s gate, where she’d heard the survivors of Elturel were fleeing. As good a place as any to try and start looking for her blood-related family and get some answers, no? She sent out a letter to Lady Imanen as soon as she arrived to the city, a few days before the nautiloid fiasco happened.

Personality-wise, she’s rather feisty, with a no-bullshit policy when she doesn’t need anything from the person she’s talking with. She can be extremely charming and is usually very much good-aligned, but deception comes easy to her when the circumstances require it. She’s extremely persuasive and a pretty good actress; under Lady Imanen’s tutelage, she’s learned how to make authority suit her. She’s headstrong and reasonable, always on the hunt to learn something new and sometimes a little reckless, but never to a degree where she’s not sure she can pull the stunt off that she set her eyes on.

She hates secrecy, especially in an environment where she can be in danger due to that, so it’s safe to say she started on a bad foot with most of her newfound companions. I would love to gush about the group dynamics so far, but this post is already so long and I swear I tried to condense it a lot! I just have a lot to say about my dear little pink tiefling, and I’ll definitely write some fic pieces with her.

(Or, well, not that little. She’s 180cm/5’9! A gangly creature, truly.)

can everyone reblog this with their Tavs!

i wanna know what everyone’s race / class / origin / alignment choices

just give me everything! i wanna hear about the niche details you have planned out for release

[hsakuras]

7/3 | K. Nanami

cw: angst, soft sex but not really smut(?), lots of feelings, afab reader, manga spoilers

a/n: happy bday to my fav salary man n my first jjk crush

The sand is warm under your feet and Nanami’s book sits unread in your lap.

You haven’t been able to concentrate, not when a family is near by, laughing as their child giggles and squeals as the waves roll in and pulls the sand from under them.

You don’t mean to stare but part of you envies them and the simplicity of the moment they’re sharing. There’s no grief, no overwhelming, racing thoughts, and there’s certainly no doubts from the look on their faces, just pure bliss.

Their child waddles up to you, smiling and pointing out to the water.

“Hi” you smile back, voice gentle. They giggle and waddle their way back to their parents who wave at you as their toddler collapses into their arms.

You offer a small smile before returning to your book.

You try to keep reading, it’s supposed to relax you. Nanami reads every night, it relaxes him. He suggested that you should try it instead of scrolling aimlessly through your phone.

You love that about him, the simplicity of his suggestions and how everything had a simple solution to it. There wasn’t anything over complicated in your relationship with Nanami, nothing that couldn’t be solved with sitting down and communicating with him.

He soothed you the majority of the time, offering you warmth and support where you felt like you couldn’t handle life’s stressors alone. When life of work and home blurred together he made sure to keep you grounded, keep you sane and guide you through it. He never complained, simply kissed the top of your forehead following a “don’t worry, baby.”

The book is still unread in your lap.

The lines are blurred and you can’t make out what is supposed to be happening in the plot of the story.

“Excuse me, are these yours?”

You look up, a young woman handing you Nanami’s sunglasses.

“Yes, thank you!” You tuck them next to you. You know Nanami would be upset if you lost them, they’re crucial for the type of work he does.

The woman leaves and you watch as she rushes back to her lover’s arms. Smiling when they speak, looking at each other with adoration as if they both had made the galaxies so they could exist in the same one.

You wonder if you anyone ever noticed how Nanami would look at you and you at him.

There was a night you were frustrated with him. He hadn’t been home in days, working himself to the bone as usual, it was moments like that where you began to question your importance to him.

Out of anger and heart break you gave him an ultimatum; either he comes home or you leave that night. Of course it broke your heart to utter those words and Nanami knew because he could hear the break in your voice as you tried not to make it evident that you were crying.

He came home that night, exhausted, disheveled, and out of breath. Relief and guilt flooded his chest when he saw the picture frame on your night stand turned face down and how you sniffled and shook into your pillow. You were still home and he can make it up to you. He would make it up to you.

He apologizes, kissing at your tear stained cheeks and offers you little moments of silence to process followed by cupping your face to make sure you’re still with him. He’s so calming, lulling you into a safe space that only he can provide, one that he spent time building for you.

You cling onto him, teary eyes looking into his tired eyes and you sob that you just want to feel loved by him, important to him, and wanted by him.

“Oh, baby” his thumb brushes along the apples of your cheek, “let me show you how loved you really are.”

His lips are soft against your own. His hands holding you in place while he kisses you deeper, tongue sliding against your because he knows that makes your head spin.

Your hands find his tie, it’s easy to loosen and undo and it makes you long for your usual morning routine where you make sure it fits him.

His shirt is next, the buttons are easy to undo, you’re greedy in feeling the taut muscle under his shirt. It always catches you off guard how strong Nanami really is, how he maintains his physique and hides it under well-tailored suits.

He pulls away from you, admiring your kiss swollen lips and drunken stare off of a small heated make out session. You’re pulling him onto you, peeling his shirt back and off of him so you can admire his broad shoulders and the outline of his deltoids and biceps.

He slots his thigh in between your legs and you sigh his name.

“Say it again” he whispers, voice low and gravely in your ear.

He would spend the rest of the night showing you how important you are to him. Kissing your ankles making sure your legs are hooked over his shoulders while he inches his way inside of you.

You’re his home, he tells you. His one and only, he’s sure you’re his twin flame. He would kiss every inch of your body to prove it to you, his hand splaying on the soft fat of your tummy while he fucks you. The head of his cock kissing your cervix causing you to moan his name oh so seductively.

It drives him crazy, he wants a life with you. He wants these moments with you and only you for as long as he can get. He promises he’ll be home every night for you. Promises that he won’t let you go to bed alone anymore and promises to make you feel everything you want to feel.

He spills himself inside of you, when you give a final sigh of him name.

“I love you, Kento”

“I love you, Kento” you say to no one. The young woman now far in the distance with her lover. You envy them, how they must have a home and such a easy life even if some days may seem boring.

The book still sits in your lap, the pages must have turned with the breeze that blew.

You find a note stuck in between two pages. It’s his handwriting:

Please take care of yourself.

I love you.

The book sits in your lap unread. Just as it has for months only this time it’s provided some guidance since Nanami’s passing. This time it’s given you some comfort in the grief that consumes you, and this time it shows that he’s keeping his promise.

You are loved, even if his favorite book remains unread.